Khethamahle/ Khetha
I always think about my family and the way Britney, Zakithi and I left....after that incident Khoza disowned us, so we had to fend for ourselves, it's been 2 years now since we left KwaBhukula and I really miss that place sometimes but with dad being a heartless man it makes me want to vomit.
I go through my contacts, I need to call my brothers I really miss them today and I know it's been years but I need to, I search for Tumi
(T-..)Thingo 067 742****
"who tf is Thingo" words escape my mouth.
I go through Whatsapp to see if the number is on WhatsApp. I click on the profile picture: light skinned, small waist, this place looks like England the buildings. She's wearing black sweat pants, black mini top and white boots
"oh damn it's this hun" somehow I fogort about her she requested from Mhlanga to Mlazi, which was a bit disturbing but I like to mind my own business, I just remember us having this huge connection and...anyways
hi Thingo, I assume you're Thingolwenkosazana. This is Khetha I don't know if you...
I erase the message, I decide to call
Ringing *
Her: hello
Me:hi is this Thingo?
Her: yes
Me:oh this is Khetha, I don't know if you remember me, the Uber driver
Her: I request alot, please be specific
Me:so you give every Uber driver your number?
Her: I'm not sure what you're insistingI didn't think before asking that question, she's so calm but she speaks her mind, she's very polite and humble
Me: oh my bad, I'm not sure how I can describe myself...uhm
silence
she was so patient I thought of mentioning the connection thing but it was going to sound strange so I decided to let it go
Me:uhm you know what, let me send you my picture on WhatsApp maybe you'll remember "Khetha"
Her: okayI drop the call, why did I even call her. I went through my gallery looking for the best picture I have, why do I even care bro, I went to the boys group, we recently went out with Zushe he sent us pictures he took, I search and I find one sitting down. Grey shorts, white sneakers and a white t shirt.
"I think this is decent"sent
I put my phone on the side, I go to my study table, I finish the assignment that's due at 23:00, I'm doing my final year in Agriculture. I spend about 2 hours then I was done, I went through my Whatsapp, 2 ticks from this hun. I guess she's ignoring me. I text my taxi drivers telling them they need to take the taxis to service tomorrow. I tuck myself in bed and I sleep... yes I'm of one of the youngest taxi owners, having 2 taxis at 24 isn't enough but I appreciate what I have especially when I kinda worked for it.
In what seems like a long time I get a call, I was this close to ignoring it, I hate it when someone wakes me up, I don't look at the screen
Me: Hello
Thingo: oh I know who you areMy heart stopped for a minute
Me:ohh, I don't know why I waited for so long to reach out to you, can I take you out tomorrow?
Thingo: I'm not in Durban, I'm going this Saturday
Me:so I have to wait for 4 days
Thingo: I didn't say yes to that outing so why would you be waiting (laughs)
Me: I mean... think about itWhy the fuck did I say that
I hear someone calling her
Thingo: I'm joking, we'll see
As she ignores the person
Thr voice sounds familiar, the person gets closer
"Thingo I'm calling you why are you ignoring me"
"As you can see Qaphelani I'm on a call, I'm not ignoring you"
"anyways aunt Grace said she wants to speak to you"
" I'm coming "
Thingo:sorry about that I have to go
Ne:nah it's cool we will tal-
She drops the call
I'm not lying I felt hot flashes, Qaphelani??aunt Grace?? It can't be a coincidence There's no way. I call her, she doesn't pick up, I try again and it goes straight to voicemail.
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Zimpande Zamathongo (unedited)
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