Somewhere in SA
" Mr Zungu"
I got up from the line waiting and followed the young lady down the hall to the room written Financial advisor and sat across from a man called Joe
Joe: how are you
Me: am good
Joe: How can I help you today?
Me: I want to access my accounts.
He looked at me from head to toe and I must say I was wearing an old jean that I had on 12 years ago when I was arrested and an old fashion shirt.
Joe: You have an account with us?
Me: accounts.
Joe: Please give me your ID. I took out the wallet that had only 20 rands left in it and gave him my ID
He scanned it than stopped everything and looked at me
Joe: Mr Hlelo Zungu?
Me: Yep that me
Joe: Its been 12 years
Me: yeah been in jail
Joe: For what?
Me: Its a long story.
Joe: Nothing showed in the news though!!
Me: I know.
Joe: will you like for us to transfer the money into your savings account?
Me: Will a million be available? Am kind of starting over right now.
Joe: I see, well it showes you have 1 billion in this account alone.
Me: Than 4 million is more than enough.
He nodded and processed everything. I than walked out of the bank to a shop. I cannot wait to see my family face when I show myself to them. The fact that my charges were dropped to not enough evidence. 12 years in jail for a crime I didn't commit and now here I am. One day my prayers will be answered.
1 year later
Nyakallo
I stood in front of the mirror and covered the blue eye on my eye with tears rolling down my face. How did I even get here.To being tortured and abused by a man that suppose to be my best friend first before anything. The man that showed me kindness for the first 3 months of our lives together. The man that I have helped with fixing his company and fixing his throne. The man that I have protected from his staff and gave him a name but behind closed doors he beats me up beyond repairs and in the morning I have to wake up and smile to the world. Iv spoken to my brother about it but there was nothing that he could do. For dad business was booming back home. I had duties to the kingdom that I carried with a smile.I had a mother in law that is oblivious to anything happening in the kingdom and a bodyguard that has became more like a sister. The only person I could cry to and the only person that helped me with my wounds. I covered it pretty well and stood by the mirror looking at the full black dress with sleeves and some lace pattern. I put on a red lipstick and tied my own natural hair in a high untidy bun.
Anele: you car is ready
Me: The king not here?
Anele: he already left.
I nodded and took a small clutch purse and walked out of the hotel we were renting for the summit and she drove me in silence.
Anele: this is no way to be living Nyakallo
Me: I know
Anele: Than why are you still here?
Me: Its the marriage contract.
Anele: get a lawyer
Me: you know that wont help.
Anele: I can help you.
Me: Anele he is a business man and a king, do you think people like me get listened too?
Anele: he will kill you
Me: Maybe ill finally be at peace than.
We drove in silence as we got to the ICC building with camera everywhere. I closed my eyes breathing mastering the courage to face the world and I plastered my fake smile and walked into the buzzing frenzy of photographers...
