Amile The Queen

Chapter Twenty-Six

***Amile Gumede***

It feels like I’ve taken five steps backwards from what I thought was healing. He triggers me, I wish he wasn’t here, I wish he would just disappear from the face of the planet. And I think the hardest part about this is that I have to be strong, and pretend like everything is okay because if I ever break down, everyone will be in my face asking me what the problem is, and I want to keep to myself for as long as I can.
I gave the king his belongings and he went to take a shower. I might just start considering the redecorating idea MaMzobe suggested. This isn’t my style, it’s too dark for my liking. I like light, this place feels like a dungeon.
Why out of all days did I choose today to attend dinner, on the day that this man is here. I can’t say his name anymore, it triggers me, everything triggers me. He’s sitting directly across me, and he’s making things hard for me because he keeps looking at me.
“MaGumede, I was looking at schools around Durban and I found a few good ones. I’ll call the principals tomorrow.” So I’m not going back to my old school?
“What about my old school ma?” the unidentified man stole a glance at me.
“We need to find a school in Durban North.” I frowned.
“What were you thinking MaMzobe?” the king asks.
I need to start referring to him as my husband, that’s what he is. But who am I kidding, he’s almost triple my age, I should be calling him baba.
“She should move in with Mandlenkosi. That way, he can also help her with exams. Do you know that this one was a straight A student?” I know all about it, in fact I’m a straight A student too because of his magical powers.
“I don’t have a problem with that.” It speaks.
Couldn’t he have run his mouth like this when his brother told him he was marrying me. Let me guess, he also didn’t have a problem with that.
“Do you know any good schools in the area?” the king asks.
“Yes, there’s quite a few. She’ll find a school.” I internally roll my eyes.
He’s good at pretending, and I’m dismally failing. Maybe he isn’t pretending, I'm just fooling myself. Maybe I’m here suffering on my own, and he’s fine.
“Where is your girlfriend, the one who you said you would introduce to us.” I choked.
This chicken in spicy, and the king’s question is just as spicy.
“Are you okay?” he touched my back. I’m coughing hysterically. He hands me a glass of water.
“I’m okay, thank you.” I wiped my mouth.
MaMzobe is looking at me. I’m sure my face has turned red. I hope she doesn’t suspect anything.
“Did I make it too spicy?” She asked concerned.
“No, its okay Ma. It’s delicious.” The man clears his throat.
“Well Bhuti, she left me for a better man, richer and much better than I am.” He looked directly at his brother, he avoided all eye contact with me.
Oh no, he wouldn’t dare.
“How do you know that?” MaMzobe asked.
“She told me. I still see her. I saw her today and she looks happy.” He steals another glance at me.
I won’t let him win this, no way.
“Can I please be excused, I’m exhausted.” I pushed my chair back. MaMzobe chuckled.
“As you should baby. You were very active today.” I laughed with her.
“I’ll join you just now.” Shivers ran down my spine when he said that and grabbed my hand.
In fact, my whole body went corpse cold, but I smiled and bowed. I looked up to see Nkosi’s hard face.
Mandlenkosi has suddenly become my worst nightmare, how does that even happen, how does the man you love become your worst nightmare? In my case, he didn’t keep his promise, he didn’t honour his end of the deal.
And yes, he didn’t owe me anything, he made a promise, but he wasn’t forced to keep it because nothing was binding us together. The only man who has vowed to protect and keep me forever is my husband, his brother. I’m just stupid for believing he would actually fight for me. Were there any signs? Maybe I missed them.
Our relationship was perfect, we were happy. Or at least I was happy with him. This, it makes me question every single moment we spent together, it makes me question whether he ever loved me or not. This has to be the worst heartbreak, and I don’t think I will ever heal from this pain.
“Wakwami, are you asleep?” he’s sitting by the foot of the bed, taking his shoes off.
I’m buried under the covers crying. I don’t want him to see me. He taps my leg.
“MaGumede?” he calls out.
Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he will leave me alone.
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I’m walking barefoot again, and I vowed never to do that again after that day. It took a while for my feet to recover, but that was only because I had to dance at my wedding a few days later. That’s a day I don’t want to talk about.
I’m now standing in front of a big black gate,  and I can’t see what’s on the other side of the gate. All I can hear are the beating drums, like the drums of sangoma ritual. They are very hypnotizing. The question I should ask myself is what am I doing here, every journey has a purpose.
“Someone please open for me!” I shout.
I can hear footsteps and they are growing closer and closer to where I am. I don’t even know why I’m setting myself up for a trap like this one.
“Who are you and why do you dare shout at the gate of the ancestors.” A bold voice registered in my ears from the other side.
“It’s Amile Gumede.” I have no idea how they will know me.
But I guess they do because the gate opened and I was met with a woman draped in cloths. The traditional sangoma printed cloths. She smiles.
“We’ve been expecting you.” Expecting me, does she know me?
I followed her up the driveway. This is a very big fancy house. Nothing like I’ve seen before, and it only has one story. It is absolutely beautiful, and extremely clean.
I follow her to her hut. There’s a drum being played on the inside, and it’s very loud. I stop at the door and look at my feet. Yes I’m barefoot.
“Come inside.” I bow my head and go inside. The first thing my eyes land on when I look up is his body laying on the mat. Only his upper body is on the mat though, his tall self can’t fit on the mat.
I hurriedly go kneel in front of him. He looks like he’s asleep.
“Is he alive?” I touch his cheek, his body is warm.
“Yes, but he’s not well. I’m glad you came. He’s been asking for you.” I felt a wave of emotions come over me.
“What’s wrong with him, will he be okay?” My voice slowly breaks.
“Only when you take him home. He needs to go home, and be with his wife.” I sniffed and wiped my tears.
“I can’t take him with me, he’s too heavy, and I came here by foot.” I feel so useless. He looks so peaceful, he doesn’t look sick at all.
“Then it’s going to be the longest journey of your life my girl. He has to go home. Take him home or he’s going to die.” I shook my head vigorously.
“No, don’t. I’ll go with him, but what happens if he dies on the way?”
“He won’t. If he knows he is headed home, he won’t. Just take him home before it’s too late.” My hands are shaking and I feel weak all of a sudden.
I got up and pulled his hand. How the hell am I going to carry this man, he’s so tall, so heavy, my body is going to snap like a twig.
He’s so heavy on top of me, I’m dragging his legs on the ground, this will definitely hurt when he wakes up.
“My Queen.” He mumbles. That seemed to give me strength.
“We are going home.” He coughed.
“I love you.” He declared.
“I love you too.” I rubbed his back.
I made it to the gate by the grace of God, but this is only the beginning, the journey back home is very long.
I felt something dripping in between my thighs and I looked down. What the hell is happening!?
*
I shot my eyes open only to find this man huffing and puffing on top of me. What the hell is he doing?
“Shh, go back to sleep.” He kissed my cheek.
I tried to push him off but he’s heavy. He lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder. I felt him go in deeper and he gave a loud throaty groan.
“Bayede!” I don’t know if I should be screaming his name like this, but it kinda feels good.
“You are so warm MaGumede. I love it here.” He confesses and I almost burst out laughing.
But I can’t take my mind off what he’s doing. He keeps hitting this one spot and it’s driving me crazy. I dig my nails in his butt cheek and lift my bum to meet his strokes.
“Fuck!” He shouts.
Oh no, I made the king swear. That means I’m doing something right.
It slipped out and he rested his forehead on mine, his sweat is dropping down my boobs. When the hell did he undress me?
He slipped in back in and I moaned out, biting my lower lip to suppress them. I don’t want the whole house to know what I’m doing.
He’s moving his waist in a slow motion, almost like he’s making love to me, he’s moaning in my ear and I’m loving it. I could feel my blood rushing to my lower body and I knew I was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he went deeper.
“Bayede!” he locks his lips with mine for the first time and his lips are soft.
I moan in his mouth and my legs start convulsing. He presses my skittles as he continues to move slowly inside of me.
This has to be hands down the best orgasm I have ever experienced, and I’ve had quite a few!
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I’m afraid to open my eyes, I know he’s still next to me. Why didn’t he leave? I can’t face him after last night. I willingly had sex with him and I enjoyed it. There’s a lot going on.
He rolled out of bed, great! I heard his footsteps heading to the shower. This is the only chance I have to run away, but where can I go, he’s going to be suspicious if he doesn’t find me here, and I can’t go anywhere without taking a shower, I’m reeking sperm and sweat.
I sit up. My linens need changing again, they have cum stains all over. That dream I had before I woke is creeping me out. This man is constantly in my dreams, and I always confess my love to him, and he loves me back. I’m his queen. These dreams are slowly becoming too common, and they are slowly linking up. First he ‘broke’ my virginity, then he made me the queen, after that he turns into a green snake that wraps itself around my body, threatening to kill me, which almost happened in real life at the Reed dance, now he’s sick and he wants to be taken home. Who is this man, why does he have such an impact on my life, why does he control me like this? Is he the reason why I’m here?
“Good Morning MaGumede.” I look up and he’s already dressed. He’s avoiding eye contact with me.
The feeling is mutual.
“Good Morning my King.” I bowed my head. I don’t think I’ll be able to get off this bed. My legs have no feeling and my coochie is burning up.
“I’ll get your maid to bring you breakfast.” He said looking at himself in the mirror, fixing his collar. I should be doing that.
“Thank you my King.” He turned and looked at me.
“I’ll see you later wakwami.” He gave me a little smile. I returned it.
Our eyes still aren’t meeting. How awkward.
He came to give me a kiss on the cheek. Before he walked out the room. I think this has sealed the deal, and it has made it much clearer to me that I am actually someone’s wife, that I have obligations to fulfil as a wife, one of them being sexual pleasure.
At least last night he wasn’t selfish like the other day, he actually let me enjoy myself. I’m surprised he’s got good stroke game. It’s amazing actually, I literally have nothing to complain about. He doesn’t look very promising with his little pot belly.

***Nkululeko Dlamini***

“Babana” little hands are slapping his face gently. He’s been trying to ignore him but she’s persistent.
“Daddy is up Azande, I’m just resting my eyes.” He said in a sleepy voice.
“Azande stop bothering your father, he’s tired.” She came into the room.
He opened his eyes and he saw his daughter who was sitting on the empty side of the bed.
“Come, let’s go.” Her mom tried to pull her away but she started crying.
“Leave her. Come here princess.” He carried her and she snuggled on his chest.
When he arrived last night, she was asleep and she didn’t get to see him.
“Must I bring you breakfast?” she asked staring in awe at her two favourite people.
“Yes please mama.” The only reason he loves coming here is because this lady treats him like a king. But he loves his daughter to the ends of the earth.
“How are you my baby. When Daddy got here last night you were sleeping.”
“I was so tired Daddy. Mommy took me to the mall and we played many games…” she continued to babble to her father.
Azande is only 5, but she has stories for days. Her and her brother are only a few months apart. His players tendencies got him where he is now. He loves his children though, and he went back to school just for them, all he does us for his little family.
“Azande let Daddy eat his breakfast.” She handed him the tray and sat on the bed. Azande climbed on her lap.
“Nisheshile ukubuya this time around.” She starts the conversation.
“Yeah, I wanted to see my Azande and Banele.” She gave a faint smile.
“I know I don’t tell you this often but you are a good dad.” He smiled.
“Thank you.” He doesn’t hear it often because she’s always bickering with him.
She bickers with everyone, she was the main reason why her and Vumile didn’t get along, and still don’t get along. She’s feisty, he likes them feisty.
“I wanted them to come visit me in Durban soon. I already spoke to Vumile and she agreed.”
“Are you trying to pressure me by saying that?” he laughs.
“No, Nontando, I’m not pressuring you. I’m just letting you know. I’m close to writing my exams and I just want to spend as much with them as I can.” She nods in agreement.
“It’s okay daddy.” That’s what she calls him, only because Azande calls him that.
“Thank you mama.”
He handed her the tray when he was down eating and she took it back to the kitchen. When she was gone, he took his phone and called Nambitha.
“Good Morning Nkululeko.”
“What happened to Jama?” she giggled.
“I like Nkululeko, not Jama.” He smiled.
“I had a dream about you MaXulu.”
“What was it about?” she asked curiously.
“In this dream, you told me that you love me, and that you would give me a chance to love you. Won’t you make my dreams come true nana.” She laughed.
“I’m not God Nkululeko, I can’t make dreams come true.”
“You can make mine come true by saying yes, say yes nana.”
“You’ll get your answer when you come back.”
“is that a yes MaXulu?”
“Go clean out your ears Nkululeko, I said I’ll tell you in person.” He laughed.
“Okay, it’s fine nana, tease me. I’ll call you later okay?”
“Bye!”
“Daddy look at this!” Azande screamed running into the room.
He quickly dropped the call before she spoke any further. He’s crossing his fingers that she didn’t hear anything.