****Kabelo's POV
So the day my wife miscarried , later that evening Lethu called me and told me not to say a thing to my family about it and I did as told ; I also begged my cousin to do so. When we left that day , I told myself that I don't have a father nor a family that cares about me. For years growing up , I always had to endure the emotional , physical abuse from my father and his wife ; then my father's family also starred treating me like trash all because of what exactly? Then had elders like MaKhulu and the uncles that always acted like they cared where in actual fact that I see it now , they never did care. MaKhulu was nice to me and I mistakened that for care. Now that I look at it , she only watched them abuse me then she'll comfort me but if anyone would hit or do something bad to the eldest grandson , she reprimand them fast no matter who it was.
Meeting my wife , I was at my lowest but because of the light and purpose she brought in my life ; I kept following her. She showed how it feels to be loved and made feel important regardless of her stubbornness. Through her I met my long lost mother who I've learnt to love so much because she doesn't hold back when loving me nor does she hate me , I've seen it and definitely felt it in this short space of time.
Mme : "Kabelo , morwa waka. Come to mama baby." She said hugging me after hugging my wife. I put the twins down and hug her. The noise of the twins as they stumble and crawl around screaming starts. They always like this when they in their grandma's place and mom loved cause apparently they should be like this in her house.
Me : "How are you?"
Mme : "I'm okay that I'm seeing my kids and grandkids although one is not here. Where is she?"
Me : "Dance practice." Lando places a tray with tea and sandwiches on the table then sits next to me.
Mme : "I know this isn't a pleasant visit."
Me : "Uhm one of my brother-in-law's has a spiritual gift and he said something that I never paid attention to. He said that the cause of all the bad things happening in my life is because of my surname. I have to use my real surname which is Molefe and not Ngubane cause dad never did right by you or us , his children."
Lando : "Uhm it's also the cause of my recent miscarriage since both ancestors are fighting over my husband and that got to our child." She gives me a small smile after that and holds my hand ; giving it a little squeeze. Mom stands and comes to us then hugs us.
Mme : "I'm so sorry my babies. I should've done better as a parent. I'm also sorry for your loss." She went on and on consoling us and apologizing.
Lando : "Thank you mah. Your mother is actually the one that said my husband is a Molefe , well she didn't necessarily say it but when she introduced our son she said he's Onkemetse Mlandomuhle Molefe."
Mme : "You saw her where baby?"
Kabelo : "When she was still unconscious."
Mme : "I'll fix it."
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Silent Pain : Landokuhle's Story
General FictionBook 3 of KwaDlamini. Tears are the silent language of Grief.