LIFE IMAGINED

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LIFE IMAGINED

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Zimbili is pacing up and down in her room, thinking what she's going to do next. She was going to Yabatha and she heard something disturbing, she didn't know Yabatha was running away from someone. She listens to the recording again, this is enough evidence to throw that bad man in jail. How can a person say it bluntly that he killed someone's brother? Her hearts bleeds thinking of how that man was abusing Yabatha and now he has taken him back to Durban, to molest him more. No wonder Yabatha didn't want to be intimate with her, she thought something was wrong with her. She takes her phone and google about John Green. She sees nothing interesting other than that he's a successful business man ... But one article catches her attention, she clicks into it and start reading. Turns out John was once a suspect 7 years ago for molesting a male child, aged 10. But he was let free because the evidence mysteriously vanished and the boy disappeared. She stood up and closed all windows in her room, her gut tells her that John had something to do with the disappearing of the boy and the evidence. So even if she tries to take this to the police he will walk free, he probably has a lot of police officers in his payroll. She needs someone she can trust with this, otherwise this man will kill her too. But she won't sit around with evidence that could free Yabatha.
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He gets off her panting, like he actually did anything. Zethembiso is so bored by the whole thing, worst sex she has ever had. Even Mbongeni was better than this.
Frank:You are worthy after all.
Zethembiso:Yeah whatever.
Frank:Baba will be so pleased by you.
Zethembiso:What does that mean?
Frank:Shhhh don't stress yourself about anything.
Zethembiso:Can I go and see my sister?
Frank:You can.
She quickly wears her clothes and goes to the room where her sister is at. She closes the door behind her and stand beside Zanesipho. She holds her hands.
Zethembiso:I don't know if you can hear me, but it's me Zethembiso, your sister. I am really sorry for what happened to you, I don't know what happened because it looks like something or someone sucked the life out of you. I am so scared Zanesipho, I don't know what is going on here. If only I never left home, I would be home with my dad, stressing about nothing.
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Zesulwa is still in the interrogation room, waiting for the "translator". He didn't kill his daughter and they are just wasting his time. Why would he kill the only person who was the reason for him to keep going?
Mzobe:This guy is not here again so I think you have to write like the other day.
He gave him the pen and paper and Zesulwa started writing.
Zesulwa:*In writing* I am a mute not stupid. I wouldn't have come here to investigate about my daughter's case knowing very well that I killed her. How stupid could I be? I have an alibi, I was really not home and my daughter was with my neighbour, Mamdluli. And I know that the coroner was supposed to at least find DNA of the person who did this the time he did an autopsy.
Mzobe looks at him and feels stupid immediately, he is right.
Zesulwa:*In writing* What even led you to arresting me?
Mzobe:The minute I saw sexual assault and head blow, I decided to bring you in for questioning. The kid was staying with you and you are a man so....
Zesulwa:*In writing* Detective I didn't do this, you have to believe me. Please at least call Mamdluli to come here and testify that I really was not home.
Mzobe nodded and sent one of the officers to bring Mamdluli in. After an hour they arrived with Mamdluli.
Mzobe:Thank you for coming mam.
Mamdluli:It's alright. What can I help you with Detective?
Mzobe:The day Avuyile died, can you confirm that Zesulwa really was not home?
Mamdluli looked down with her head all over the place.
Mzobe:I'm going to ask again, can you confirm that Zesulwa really was not home the day his daughter died?
She blinked her tears and looked at Zesulwa sadly, she hopes he forgives her for this. But she can't let her husband go to jail.
Mamdluli:He was home.
Zesulwa looked at her in shock, wondering why she would say something like that.
Mzobe:Are you sure?
Mamdluli:Yes I'm sure. It had been a while since he brought her to my house.
Mzobe:Are you aware that lying to the police is a criminal offence and you could face time in prison? Minimum is 5 years or a fine.
Mamdluli:Yes I am aware.
Mzobe took something from his desk without them noticing and he stood up and went to Mamdluli, she also stood up.
Mzobe:* He pat her shoulder* Well thank you for your time. You are free to leave.
She quickly went out the room and Zesulwa looked at the detective with tears in his eyes, he's going to jail.
Mzobe:I know you didn't do it. I believe you.
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Mbongeni:Now you see it was a good idea to sell the car?
Nozipho:I was sceptical at first but it helped.
After Mbongeni sold his father's car he was able to build himself a one room. Finally he can have his privacy, things are going so well for him. He decided to dust himself up and looked for a job tirelessly. He has Matric, he just couldn't further his studies. So now he's working as a packer at one of the shops @ the mall. It's not much but at least he has a job. He  has also applied to UNISA & NSFAS.  He wants to improve his life, he opted for Unisa because he heard it's a long distance learning; which will make it convenient for him to Work.

He still misses Zethembiso, but he doesn't want her back. She never loved him, it took her to leave for him to realise that. He also doesn't want anything to do with her anymore, ever since she left he has felt like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders. He just wants work hard now and make his mother proud. Something he should have done a long time ago.
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John:Why did you run away from me?
He asks Yabatha giving him another whip.
Yabatha:* crying* I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He gave him another whip.
John:That's not the answer I want. Why did you run?
Yabatha:I was tired okay, I don't want this. You have been molesting me for months, I wanted a break.
John stopped and looked at him.
John: I'm molesting you?
Yabatha:You are. I don't want this. You know I don't want this. I can't take it anymore, just kill me and get it over and done with. Kill me.
John:Why are you saying this Ya? You're hurting me.
Yabatha stood up from the bed and went for John's gun that was in the table. He pointed it at his head.
Yabatha:I'd rather kill myself than stand for this. I can't anymore.
He cried and John shook his head no. Yabatha closed his eyes and  pulled the trigger,  the sound of a gunshot filled the room.
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To be continued