LANGELIHLE #36
UNEDITED, PLEASE EXCUSE THE ERRORS.
He looked at us confused.
Sondela:Who are you people?
Langelihle:Uhh we are your family. These are your parents and brothers and sisters. And we are your wives.
Sondela:What… what…
He was really puzzled. Mlamuli went to call the doctor and he came back shortly with him. He was quite surprised too that Sondela was alive.
Mlamuli:He doesn’t remember us. What’s wrong?
“I’m still not sure how he woke up, because he was doomed. I mentioned before that he may experience memory loss. Please try to not feed him too much of his life because you may mess with his brain. We have to run a full assessment on him. Please step outside.”
We nodded and went out.
I was very nervous, how can a person just forget everything and everyone? The human physiology is very complicated and tricky.
Zimthele looked besides herself, I wonder what is going on in her mind.
I’m very conflicted right now, I don’t know what to expect from now on. Will this memory loss be permanent or it’s temporary?
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NONGCEBO
Well I have tried every trick in the book to make Mlando notice me but the boy just won’t budge. Maybe this is not worth it after all. He won’t ever be attracted to me, I mean the guy is royalty and he has to marry his cousin. That’s still cringe, I don’t know how they will make it work. But it is not my business, they are the royal ones with blue blood. I’m just a commoner.
The Queen sent a message that she won’t be back for a week, her husband is still on the hospital. In the meantime, me and Mlando will deal with the construction here. The school is almost done, they are now painting. In the next few weeks or months, it will be ready. And there are many people working on it so I trust they will be quick. We really needed Sis Langa. Even the atmosphere is starting to be lovely and warm around here.
Villagers have also been hands on and helpful, they cut down the withered trees and are planting crops. Elangeni was once the source of food to many in its days. It’s time we got back to that. I think now everyone has hope again, that we can all rebuild Elangeni and restore it to what it once was. And with Sis Langa as our leader, I trust she will lead us well.
Mlando:Nongcebo can you help me carry this?
I smiled and helped him with carrying the supplies inside. It was food, sacks of potatoes, carrots, onions, meat, rice, maize meal, sugar, bread, every kind you can think of.
Mlando:Thank you.
Nongcebo:*Smiling* It’s a pleasure. What is this by the way?
Mlando:Food for the people, I will ask someone to help me deliver it to all the houses.
Nongcebo:I can help you.
Mlando:Really?
Nongcebo:Yeah, I’m not busy at the moment.
Mlando:Okay we will have to load them on the wheelbarrow.
Nongcebo:Okay there is a trolley so I will go and grab it.
I went to fetch the trolley and we loaded it inside.
We started delivering the food house to house, people were very happy and grateful.
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SONDELA
“Okay what is your name?”, the doctor asks me.
He has been checking me for the past hour I assume.
Sondela:I am Sondela Mthembu.
“Who are your parents?”
Sondela:I don’t know. I only remember my name.
I try to think deep but nothing comes up in my mind.
“Hey take it easy. Don’t pressurize yourself to remember.”
Sondela:Will I get my memories back?
“It’s hard to say at this point. We will keep on monitoring you.”
I nodded.
“Can you feel this?”, he asks as he touches my legs.
Sondela:No I don’t feel anything.
“Can you try moving your leg?”
I try to moving my legs but nothing. I grunt frustrated. And the collar on my neck is making things hard for me.
He writes on his clipboard.
“Legs unresponsive. No memory. Okay can you move your neck?”
I tilt my head to the side and he tells me to stop.
“Okay, neck is okay. Can you move your fingers?”
I moved my fingers.
“Upper limb functional. Lower limb not responding.”
I was very confused by what he was saying.
“Please try to not move your neck, your cervical spine was severely injured. It is healing, in a few days we can remove the collar.”
Sondela:I understand.
“Well your family is outside. When you need them, I can call them for you.”
Sondela:No, I just want to be alone for now. Thank you.
He nodded and left me.
I tried moving my legs again but they weren’t responding.
I blinked my eyes preventing the tears. Why won’t my legs move?
My hands felt heavier and my body was painful.
I removed the light hospital blanket and I was wearing something. I don’t know what it’s called, but it was around my lower leg.
I tried to sit up but it was proving to be difficult. Frustrated, I moved my neck and yanked off the collar I was wearing. I felt like my neck was breaking, the pain I felt was unbearable.
I grunted in pain and moved my legs with my hands to dangle over the floor. I tried to stand up but I fell to the floor and I felt my bones breaking even more. I cried out in pain. That woman I woke up to came rushing in and tried to help me up.
“Oh God Sondela what were you doing?”, she asked panicking.
Sondela:*Crying*I can’t feel my legs… I can’t feel my legs….
“Mlamuli please help me get him back to the bed. He is hurting himself.”, she said again.
A man came and lifted me up putting me back on the bed.
“I will call the doctor. He removed his collar.”, another man said, he looked a bit younger than me.
The woman was holding my hand.
Sondela:What is your name?
I asked her.
“I am Langelihle.”, she told me. Beautiful name, like her.
Sondela:What is happening to me? What happened? Why can’t I feel anything?
Langelihle:Shhh Shhh don’t overwork your brain. We are just glad you are back to us.
She held my hand even tighter, the pain I felt died down a bit. I looked at her.
The doctor came back in and helped me put back the collar.
“Mr Mthembu I know this is frustrating, but don’t put yourself in danger like this again.”
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MDABULI(Langelihle father).
Mkoti:Well your plan didn’t work. He’s alive.
I banged the table in anger. Damn it!
Mdabuli:How did that happen!? I thought you gave me a strong muti!
Mkoti:Calm down, you’re still weak.
Mdabuli:I don’t care about that Mkoti! How is he still alive!? I had it all figured out. Kill him, and she will be heartbroken over him, lose focus and that is where I would strike.
Mkoti:I told you that light will always win against darkness. She healed him. We almost had him.
I felt even more Angier. She has the power of healing!?
Mdabuli:We were so close Mkoti. So close.
Mkoti:We will come up with another plan.
Mdabuli:We have been coming up with plans for 35 years! 35 years but we still don’t have her!
Mkoti:Maybe you should let this rest. It isn’t healthy even for me. She is your daughter after all.
Mdabuli:I don’t have any feelings for anyone. Whether you are my daughter or wife. Anyone standing in my way deserves to die.
He looked at me and said nothing. He continued mixing his potions.
Our great ancestor, Ngozi is the one who first saw the supernatural. He saw the amount of power they had, and he wanted it for himself. He didn’t understand what made them special that they could have such amazing gifts. Generation to generation, we are trained to hunt and kill the supernatural, every last of them. Whether you are young or old, we don’t care.
From the very young age, we are taught how to kill. I had my first kill when I was seven years old. It was this woman who had visions, and could heal people with her hands. My dad told me to show him how much I had learnt. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, I stabbed her right in her both eyes with my customised knife. Dad looked at me and shook his head not impressed. I then went for the heart, I ripped her open and took out her heart in my hand. Dad was now impressed.
And that was the day that changed me forever, that turned me into this cold blooded monster. When I met Langa, I didn’t want any wife but I did it to seem normal because people were starting to be suspicious. She thought she could change me, but you can’t change my dark heart.
I say so because when we are born, our hearts are darkened by Mkoti. Mkoti is a powerful witch, has been around for generations. He is not aging, I think you know why.
So there was no way Langa could have changed me, when I found out she was also a supernatural, I convinced her to give up her powers to me. She agreed, but that wasn’t enough, I went for her family and killed anything and anyone I came across with. She was already pregnant, and the child she was carrying, Mkoti told me she would be my downfall. That’s why I wanted to get rid of Langelihle even before she was born. But her aunts stole her and ran away with her. Langa died giving birth.
The other sister I had the mob turn against her.
The one ran with Langelihle, I sent my people to find her and kill her but bring back the baby. But those idiots killed the aunt and left Langelihle there. When we went back, they were no longer there.
And now Langelihle is so grown, and more smart. My worst fear is coming to life. She is the only one who can finally destroy me. Many have tried but failed, but she will. She possesses powerful powers, nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Which is why I need to get rid of her. But I have been trying for 35 years and I have been unsuccessful. All her ancestors are with her, they won’t let me get to her. But a plan always comes up.
I had a backup plan incase killing her husband didn’t work. When she least expects it, I will be there.
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To be continued…
