ONYIYE THAT GIRL

ONYIYE THAT GIRL
CHAPTER 9

ONYIYE MAZIBUKO

"Yaz I didn't get your name the last time."
Onyiye tells the cop who had Ngimu neatly wrapped with a beautiful powder blue baby blanket.
"Sbahle," she smiles as they crossed the street looking for a store that has affordable furniture.
"It suits you. You sure are beautiful."
"Okudlula Wena. No matter how dark you are you still beautiful underneath that darkness."
Onyiye laughs a little.
"Thank you," That was awkward especially coming from a girl. She finds it some how weird. 

"I told you to leave the kids with my mother. Look now we look like…like. I don't even have the right word for us."
"You are just dramatic."
"Manje mfethu awusho imali engaka wethathaphi?"
"I always saved. I used to be a hustler back at home. I would go door to door wash people's clothes, work in bottle stores to save alot."
"I admire your strength. R3,500, are you sure you will be able to pay that kind of money?"
"I'm sure and I have to buy groceries also." Sbahle nods her head confused.

She looks at Onyiye with her eyebrows ached, she doesn't buy her story one bit.
On the other hand Onyiye doesn't easily trust. She's a cop yes but that doesn't that she should now trust her easily.
The only person she trusts in this world is her best friend Lindiwe.

She has unpacked everything after that awful shopping with the help of Sbahle.
"Knock, knock," Sbahle's mother knocks on the door and left's herself in. "Kwakuhle kwakho," she smiles looking around.
"You bought all the furniture!" She's shocked.
"Hau mah, its only the single couch, two plate stove and groceries. I’ve been saving ever since I found out that I was pregnant."
"I like this one Sbahle - keep her as a friend." Sbahle laughs a bit.
“Do you understand the age difference mah?" Sbahle.
"Age is just a number my daughter. What is more important is this." She points out for the mind.
"Let me tell you something you do not know;-"
"Mah don't start, you will be now telling us of the verses of the Bible." Sbahle is annoyed. She knows her mother that once she starts preaching about bible she never stops.
"Atleast you know, you see my child in this world you choose a friend who gets your quirks, oddities, and weird sense of humour.
Proverbs 12:26 - The righteous choose their friends carefully, but the way of the wicked leads them astray. Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed.
Proverbs 18:24
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."
"Wow," she exclaims with her vision blurred.
"Usufike ekhaya lana. I want you to be a child. And just so you know if you run for boys I will whip your arse." The all laugh.
"What did I tell you about my mother again?" Sbahle.
"Gossip all you want." Her mother stands up to leave. But she stops halfway, "ehe another thing. If you want to go party - I want you to make sure that you open the party in this back room. Buy all the alcohol you like but know that you will never leave this yard drunk. Everyone goes to church in this compound."
"I like your mother." Onyiye says smiling imaging what it would have been like if her mother was this talkative and open.
"Weh don't even think about it because you will regret it. Let me go prepare for my night shift."

She walks leaving Onyiye sitting on the sponge.

Why isn't her mother this open again? Will she be that type of girl that really prefers people that they are not related to?
She wants to be a better parent to her kids. She has grown to love Ngimu and every second that passes. He looks like Ndimu. One would swear they are of the same father - well that's not the case at the moment because she cannot tell who her own baby daddy is.
She needs to call her friend and check-up on her.

"Babe's" Lindiwe's voice is tired but becomes lively when she hears her best friends voice.
"Manje you wanted to die and leave me alone in this cruel world?" Onyiye asks giggling.
"You forever giggling. I always wonder if we're you born that way."
"You know moss. We've been friends since childhood. I'm sure you know me more than myself like I know you more of yourself. Let me tell you something, life is a vicious cycle. What goes come around. I believe there is no end of anything, Even the cosmos is infinity. There is no end to it even though human dies. Thus, until and unless we are surviving, it is pretty sure we must have to endure certain challenges, dilemmas, confusions, drama and much more. Life has had never been easy for us. Neither the life nor time spares us. The pattern of the Universe is chalked in such a way that there is no person on this universe who is satisfied and content with himself or with others."
Lindiwe sighs emotionally not believing the wise words. "All I'm not satisfied with the decision you took, vuka uzithathe. I want you back with that degree cause if you don't trust me I will kill you myself even your mother won't save you."
"I love you. The doctor is here will call you later. Say hi to my kids."