Mvelo
There was something about that call that doesn't sit well with me, it's been half an hour, I go to Qaphelani's room
" kwenzakalani?" (what's happening?) Me
"senivele nitheleke Mvelo?" Qaphelani
"kwenzakalani!! Qaphelani (Qaphelani whats going on?!!) "
I could feel the tears building up ,I wasn't sure what it is but so much pain in my soul, ungafunga ukuthi uhlukana phakathi.
"uwenza nini umsebenzi obekelwe wona? you're going to suffer, usiko usiko Mvelo, uThingo
akalwazi nawe kusakuningi okusamele ukufunde ngosiko lwaka Khoza" (when are you going to do the job you've assigned for, tradition is tradition Mvelo) Qaphelani
" what do you mean?" Me
" musa ukuzenza isilima you know exactly what I'm talking about, isikhathi siyahamba and once saphela we'll all be in trouble and I know you don't want to see ubaba ediniwe" Qaphelani
"bhuti ngiyamthanda" (I love her bhuti) Me
"Mvelo the sooner you do this the better, ngiyazi uyamthanda kodwa lolusiko nothando aluhlangani"
"why me?" Me
" you should ask ubaba lokho, I can't give out too much information it's not my place." Qaphelani
I leave his room, the pain was still there, I was even sweating, I wanted to scream so loud, scream the pain away it was too much to handle, I let out a loud scream, tears going down my cheeks
" yini? Sengicishe ngadubula umuntu ngithi siyahlaselwa" (I almost shot someone, what's happening? ) Tumi
"muyekeni, uzoba right" (Let him be, hell be fine) Qaphelani
Lunga was standing at the kitchen with his arms folded and his face didn't give any sympathy, I knew I had to kill Thingo but I couldn't do it therefore I had to suffer until I agree to all of this,
It didn't feel like the pain was ending anytime soon, it was there the whole time and I couldn't save myself from the pain nor save Thingo.
I decide to call her
Ringing *
"why are you doing this to yourself?" Me
There was silence for about a minute
"mmh?" she was crying, I could tell
(crying) "why must I go through this, why me? It could have been someone else, why me?! I'm tired of this, kungaphezulu kwami I can't Mvelo" Thingo
" I wish I could tell you, woza ethekwini ksasa" (come to Durban tomorrow
(crying) "I don't kn-" Thingo
"Thingolwenkosazana ngicela wenzele mina, the pain I am feeling is unbearable and wena you're the only person who can numb the pain, do the right thing." Me
I drop the call, angibuthanga qu ubuthongo, I woke up in the morning feeling very exhausted, dragging myself to the kitchen, I tried calling Thingo but it took me straight to voicemail for a minute I thought she blocked me, I wouldn't blame her alot of things happend in a short space of time and it wouldn't been better if we didn't meet because she was just going to fight these another way.
Sundays are always quiet my brothers went to the rank, it puzzles me every time that they don't go to the rank the whole week but on a Sunday ubathola be the chithi saka.
"yey! Wandwaza nje ekseni kanje" Lunga taking his car keys
silence
"kulungile ke ndoda ngisaya e rank bangishiyile laba, isikhathi siyakushaya ndoda stop being a coward " (they left me, let me get going)" Lunga
"sure" -Me
It hit me that life is not black and white, I had to finish my assignment and run some errands for Qaphelani
PHONE RINGS*
Me: Sengwayo
Thingo:yea ubuthini?
Me:uyaphila kodwa namhlanje?
Thingo:anginaso iskhathi, awukhulume
I drop the call, I can't stand people who are disrespectful, I try so hard to respect the next person but it seems like no one wants to do the same.
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Zimpande Zamathongo (unedited)
General FictionThingo is a city girl that has been constantly hearing whistles from people she can't physically see; since the age of 7. 10 years later her father takes a decision of cutting home schooling and he takes her to a secondary school where things change...
