Amile The Queen

Chapter Fifteen

***Mandlenkosi Zulu***



Jama is fast asleep in the back seat, only lord knows why he didn’t sleep last night and during the day. He knew they would be traveling at night. Now he’s driving himself while he snores like a warthog in the back. He doesn’t mind though, the trip won’t feel like anything because there’s a lot on his mind. One of them being Amile, in his mind, it feels wrong to be driving home without her. He really wants her there with him, he needs her there with him. He pulled over on the side of the road and rested his head on the steering wheel, feeling a flood of emotions coming over him.
“Are we here?” Jama’s sleepy voice erupted from the back seat.
He didn’t respond. Jama raised his head to look out the window, confusion clouded him.
“Mandlenkosi what’s going on?”
“We need to go back.” He said in frustration.
“Go back where manje, you said we are going to Zululand to speak to Bayede.”
“Amile.” That’s all he could say.
“Listen bafo, now is not the time to be thinking about girls, angithi uthi ufuna ukwenzela uMa itiye, concentrate ke! If you want this to work, you have to concentrate.” It sucks having to be a pick up man while he’s still fast asleep, dead in the brain.
“She’s not just a girl, she is the love of my life. She holds my heart. She’s not just any girl, she’s the girl that my mother, the same woman who gave birth to me, the one who has never visited me in my dreams, visited in her dreams. She’s not just a girl, she’s the chosen one bafo and if you haven’t seen that yet then there is something wrong with your comprehension skills.”
“Okay ke, pho manje ucabanga ukwenzenjani? Uyajika ubuyela kuAmile noma uyokwenza itiye laMaNdlela?” (Okay then, so what do you plan to do now? Are you going back to Amile or are you going to do MaNdlela’s tea?) He sighed out loud. Jama is now getting frustrated, you can hear it in his voice.
Impatient from Nkosi’s hesitation on a decision, he hopped out of the vehicle, walked around the car barefoot, his feet walking on the wet grass and went to the driver’s door. He violently opened the door.
“Phuma.” He was annoyed, boaderline fuming.
Nkosi lazily turned his body and forced himself out the door.
“I told you not to make a decision you aren’t sure of.”
“It’s not time for that Jama.” He sat in the backseat where Jama was a few seconds ago.
“So when is the right time?”
“Never, you don’t judge me Nkululeko, you are not perfect.” He sounds very emotional.
“I never said I was Mandlenkosi, but this may be bigger than you and as your brother, I’m here to steer you towards the right direction.”
“So what must I do Jama?”
“Go home and speak to Bayede about it. Maybe Amile coming into your life means much more than I have made out. If MaNdlela is visiting her, than she is important.” The car took off.
“I won’t tell Banzi about her. I don’t want to.”
“You don’t have to Zulu.”
He kept quiet and Jama took that as a sign to continue on his journey. Off to Zululand they go. Nkosi who is now sat at the back almost half dead, decides to take out his phone and call Amile. Maybe hearing her voice will help him snap out of it, and maybe reassure him that he’s making the right decision by going home. It’s late at night, she’s asleep now. She had a long day, Siviwe is back too, she’s been busy.
“I’m sleeping.” That is how she answered, you could tell from the laziness of her voice that she was in a deep sleep.
“Who is this?” she asked earning herself a chuckle.
“Do you know now?” she hummed softly.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry to wake you sthandwa sami.”
“No, its okay, I fell asleep now, I was waiting for you to call.”
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I was driving.” It’s amazing how much his tone changes when he speaks to her. Respect oozes out of his voice.
“Why does it sound like you are still on the road, are you not home yet?” she was wide awake now, her voice had cleared up.
“No, I was driving slowly, and I almost turned back.”
“Turned back to where?”
“Back to you. Yazi Amile I can’t even help it, something in me tells me that I just can’t go to Zululand without you, and I don’t know if it’s the love or my ancestors telling me it’s not right, but I had doubts, I still do.”
“Don’t you dare turn back Mandlenkosi.” He chuckled.
“I promise I won’t MaGumede. Sivumelene kahle angithi sthandwa ukuthi uzoba nami ngokomoya, angeke ngisephule lesosithembiso.” (We have agreed love, that you will be with me spiritually, and I will not break that promise.)
“Yebo Zulu, sivumelene.”
“You have no idea what you do to me when you call me Zulu.” She giggled softly.
“Zinjani lapho izinto zami?” (How are my things there?) He carefully lowered his voice, much to Amile’s amusement.
“Ziphi izinto Zulu?” (What things Zulu?)
“Izulu lami elincane.” (My little heaven.) She giggled.
“Haibo Zulu. Is Jama not with you in the car?”
“I don’t care about that, I asked you a question MaGumede.”
“Ziseright izinto zakho Zulu.” Her admitting that it’s all his turns him on completely.
“Zisemndandi, ongizwela phela sthandwa sami.” His voice is going an octave deeper by the second.
“Hhayi Zulu.” She exclaimed giggling in between.
“Touch yourself MaGumede, I want to hear you sing in my ear.” He commanded.
“Zulu?” she said in a breathy tone.
“Touch yourself.” He whispered.
More than anything, Jama’s ears have been subjected to a lot these past few years.








***Nontuthuzelo “MaMzobe” Zulu***


She hasn’t been feeling well since Mandlenkosi left the palace. Both her spirit and health are lacking. She’s no seer, but she can feel the heaviness of his heart. He looks happy on the outside, and he certainly is, but his heart is heavy, and his aura is darker than usual. That never means anything good. She felt the same way about her husband a few days before King Mhlabawesizwe passed away. It didn’t make it any easier that they had to lose Langalethu a few months after.
That was definitely the hardest period of their marriage. A lot of things were tested, but they came out stronger than they have ever been. She proved herself worthy of being a Zulu wife to many who thought she could not handle it, and that is why she is more respected than all the other Zulu wives in the kingdom.
“Mageba, please call your brother.” She’s been asking him for the past few days since he left, but he’s always busy, it always slips his mind. This annoys her, but she’s a patient woman, she won’t show it.
“Didn’t I call him already?” he asked, clearly his mind is jumbled.
“No you didn’t Mageba.” She was really frustrated now.
“Why do you want me to call Mandlenkosi so badly, he was here just a few days ago.”
“I see darkness Mageba and I’m not feeling well ever since he left.”
“So you think something bad will happen to him?” you can tell from the tone of his voice that he is uninterested.
“Yes, or maybe something already happened. He didn’t call to say he arrived safely.” She’s lying, but what other option does she have, maybe this will wake him up.
“It’s late now wakwami. I’ll call him in the morning.” He shrugged it off.
She had a bunch of words prepared for when he said this, but they are hurtful, so she decided to keep them to herself and covered her head with the cover and switched off the light, leaving him in complete darkness. Lord knows what the hell he’s doing at this time of the night.
When he finally got under the covers, his feet were cold. He pressed his body against hers and he stroked her cheek from behind.
“Unhidinelwe yini mama?” she’s actually half asleep now.
“No Bayede.” Oh she is mad.
“I promise you mama, I will phone Nkosi in the morning. I know the seriousness of your aura checks and I fret on them. But it’s late now. I love my brother, he’s the only brother from my mother and he’s all I have.” He means that, and she knows that.
Now that her sleep has evaporated, she turns and faces him. He kisses her nose.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said to me a few years ago.” There’s only one thing that she has been saying to him, so she knows exactly what he’s talking about.
“And?” she asked curious.
“It’s not a terrible idea.” He said rubbing her hip.
“Oh, you have a side chick now?” she asked teasingly.
“Even if I had one MaMzobe, I wouldn’t want to marry her. A girl that would agree to be a side chick to a king who is married is loose and is not fit to be Queen.” She laughed.
“Second Queen Mageba.”
“Yes, second. No one will ever take your place.” She knows he means it. A lot has been done to prove that statement. It has been backed up more than once.
“So why now?”
“My father had eleven children, and as the king, I also have to have more than that, or at least two away from that. I only have 3 kids. You were right MaMzobe. Maybe if I had taken a wife then, I would be close to that number.”
“You can only have those eleven children if you have a real polygamy Mageba. The reality is your father had four wives. You only have one. If you take a second one, she will probably give you another three or four, depending on how fertile and willing she is.”
“That’s why I need a young one.” She visibly agreed.
“I need you to find her for me. All that matters is that you love her, not me.” He said.
“No Mageba. That should be your choice. At the end of the day, we don’t want to mistreat the poor girl. At least if you choose her, I will know that you at least like her somehow.” She’s too considerate.
“I don’t want to love or like anyone else but you MaMzobe. I don’t need any other girl taking your place.” She shook her head.
“You are doing this for the kingdom and the future of the Zulu’s. As king, it is your job to grow the kingdom.”
“We already have the king who will take over if anything is to happen to me. You have given me three heirs.” That’s another reason why she is the most favoured Zulu wife. She only bore sons. It’s a pity she can’t bear any more.
“But you need more children Bayede. So we will find a wife.” She reassured.
“Where? Emhlangeni?” her eyes widened.
“You want a virgin?”
“Yeah, not too young though.”
“Yoh Zulu. Good luck.” She said and laid her head on his chest.
“My beautiful wife will help me find her.” She scoffed.
One can say that he really can’t live without her. So it’s a Zulu thing, this catching feelings easily. Both MaNdlela’s sons are dependent on women, that also stems from the fact that they lost their mother to their father before they lost her to death. She was alive but she lived in depression and heartache from loving a man she had to share with three other women. Although Mhlabawesizwe love her more than all the others, visibly so, he still got other wives after her, two more after her. That fucked with her mental health and she didn’t play a motherly role to both of her sons. Mandlenkosi doesn’t remember that part of her mother’s life, he only has fond memories of her, that’s why he loves her so much. With Banzi it was a different story. He was aware of everything, of how many nights she cried, or how cold she treated him. A part of him believed that she did what she did because he reminded her of his father. That’s why he swore that he would never put the woman he loves through what his mother went through. Therefore, he treats his wife like an egg. Now that he’s cornered and has to take a second wife, he feels like he’s breaking his promise. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t, but if his wife is up for the idea, than he’ll do it for her.
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She’s up before him as always and is preparing for the day ahead. She is the traditional wife that she was trained to be when she served her makoti period. Banzi appreciates it, but after eighteen years of marriage, he still hasn’t gotten used to it.
“Zulu.” She shook him.
“Come back to bed wakwami, it’s a Saturday today.” Since when has that stopped him from waking up and going to breakfast.
“We’ll miss breakfast.”
“Breakfast will miss us sthandwa sami. Come back to bed.” He pulled her down and she fell on the bed.
He engulfed her in his tight embrace and kissed her passionately. He misses his wife, he’s forever busy and tired, it feels good to slip into bed with her and relax.
“Banzi!” She said giggling as he flipped her on her stomach.
He traced soft kisses on her back and she arched her back, lifting her bum in the air. He carefully admired her chocolate skin and gently sunk his fingers on her waist.
“I love you.” He said as he positioned himself on her opening.
“I love you too Mageba.”
They had a steamy morning session that was satisfying for both parties and he finally gave in to going to get ready for the day. She finished before him and was ready to head to the dining room to see if everything was in order for him to sit down and eat. She was shocked to find Mandlenkosi and Jama having a fat conversation over a table full of breakfast.
“Boys? When did you get here?”
“Last night. I think you guys were asleep by then.”
This is a pleasant surprise. Now Banzi doesn’t have to call him.
“How was the drive?” she decided to sit down and join them.
“It was way longer than normal, but I think it’s because we were both tired.” Jama replied.
There is nothing she loves more than witnessing the brotherhood between these two, and just how much they are willing to do for each other. They certainly make a strong pair.
“So what did we do to deserve two visits from you in one month?” they both laughed.
“I was going to call bhuti, but it was already late. I want to do a tea for MaNdlela.”
“OH.” That’s all she could sat. It was an anti-climax for him to hear such a bland expression from her. She normally supports him in everything he does.
“Yindaba Ma?”
“And what about bhut’ Langalethu and Bayede?” Jama gave him a stare, and she caught it.
“I just wanted to do one for my mom.”
“It doesn’t work like that Mandlenkosi. The ancestors won’t be happy about that. You don’t even know who is looking over you. It could be bhut’ Langa and you excluding any of them could earn you a tough time with the ancestors.” This is exactly what Jama was saying.
“So what must I do to get her to visit my dreams?” desperation filled his voice.
“Angazi. Let’s wait for Banzi. He will tell you what to do.” Jama got up.
“Please excuse me, I need to go see my children. Thank you for breakfast Ma, I’ll be back later.” It’s weird that two grown men call her Ma, but she’s gotten used to it.
They were left alone and Mandlenkosi focused his eyes on her.
“I asked your brother to call you and speak to you because I could read your aura and it was fairly dark, now you are here, so there is something wrong. Talk to me.” She held his hand across the table.
“I’m happy, I’m in love Ma.”
“But?” she sensed the but.
“She’s perfect, there’s no but.”
“So why do you suddenly want to host a tea?”
“Because MaNdlela visited her in her dreams, but she has never visited me.” Oh no.
“You need to bring her to the palace.” She said.
“That will not happen Ma, I’m sorry. I’m not ready to expose her to such. We aren’t your average normal family.”
“Does she know who you are.”
“Yes, she does, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Mandlenkosi you can do anything or you cant find the truth if you don’t bring her here.” He shook his head.
“I’d rather not know.” She’s shocked by his response. He was able to bring Jabulile to meet them, what’s so different about her.
“Khuluma noBhuti wakho Mandlenkosi. Maybe the only way this can be resolved is going to Celemba.” He hates that place with his whole heart.
“Yoh MaMzobe.” He exclaimed.
“Akukho okunye.” She said and continued to eat her food.
She knows exactly what that girl might be going through. She also had similar dreams when she first came to the palace. It means nothing but the fact that she might be the chosen one for him.
They still need to find Langalethu’s wife, she’s somewhere out there. She also needs to be brought to the palace, a job that they have been neglecting for ages. It’s only a matter of time before it catches up with them.