Life Is Just Not Kind - Final Book

Chapter 67

5 YEARS LATER

-BAYANDA TSHAWE

The death of my brother, niece and nephew took a toll on us all, I live to regret what I did. My hatred cost me my family and the love of my life. I haven't seen Ise since the funeral, yes my family allowed me to attend the funeral but after that they told me to never go anywhere near them again and that's what I've done. I applied for a job in Durban and moved that side instead for the sake of peace. After Bandile's funeral I got word that Unathi was dead and they declared it a suicide which was pretty strange if you ask me but I guess she couldn't live with the guilt. After Ise I never found a girl that made me feel the way she did so instead I just stuck to screwing around with one girl and then ended it after 2 years when she suddenly caught feelings. The one I'm currently with is great and all but she's not Isenathi. It's Saturday and I'm going to get my hair cut and then meet up with my friends. I bought a club this side too and it's doing great. I make my way to Legends, that's the only place I cut my hair. As I walk towards the entrance I see this beautiful structured lady. She's wearing these 2 piece girls wear, her's is a nude pink crop top and a long skirt with a pair of nude plastic heels and blazer hanging on her shoulders. DAMN!!! As I get closer to her talking on the phone facing the other side I recognise her voice or rather she has a voice similar to that of someone I know

"What time are you landing this side?"

She asks the person she's on the phone with

"I thought you were flying in earlier. What happened?"

She asks turning around. It cannot possibly be her! What are the odds?

"Sis I'll call you back neh, I have to go"

She says and then cuts the call

"Isenathi"

"Bayanda"

We speak at the same time, she giggles and I chuckle

"Uhhm.. how are you?"

I ask

"Good and you?"

She says coldly, she still looks as beautiful as the day I met her except her body is sexier and thicker than the last time I saw her. I have to give it to Mihlali's mother, she has great genes and she definitely passes them on to her kids because wow! Ise looks like Hlali when she was 25

"Great, you look amazing"

I say and she smiles

"Thanks, What are you doing here?"

She asks me

"I came here for a haircut, what are you doing here?"

I say frowning confused at her question

"No, I mean in Durban"

She says and I shrug

"I moved here after I left Cape Town, and what about you?"

I ask

"Same, work brought me this side"

She says

"hey baby, I'm done"

A guy says slipping his hand around her tiny waist

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- MIHLALIKAZI MBANA TSHAWE

If life has taught me anything it is that healing comes to those who want it. When I lost my whole family everything came crumbling down on me, no day was better than the other because every other day meant waking up to my family dead and having to accept reality as it was. They were gone and they were never coming back and I needed to accept that but I couldn't. You see as humans we have a tendency of getting sucked in on what we want instead of what we actually need. What I mean by that is; I needed healing but I didn't want to. I needed to grieve my family and move on but I didn't want to, I didn't want to get out of the dark hole I had decided to wallow myself into. It was better being stuck there than finding a way out, what is life without your whole family anyway? What exactly would I be living for when my every reason to live was all dead? I was depressed from the day of hearing the news to the day of burying them and even after, the 3 little lives I had been carrying were at an even greater risk. I got out of hospital on the day of the funeral but I still had to go back because my body couldn't take it, I couldn't take it. I don't know how many times I almost lost them and each time I had prayed that they would die because I never wanted to raise them alone, I never wanted to have a constant remind of my family, I didn't want them as much as I didn't want my own life. If you asked me today how I made it? Honestly even I don't have the right answer for that. Instead let me take you back to one particular day after the funeral, the day I decided that I needed to fight for the sake of the babies I was carrying.