LANGELIHLE #50
SEASON FINALE.
LANGELIHLE
It was a Sunday and we just laid Nongcebo to rest, it was emotional and sad. Nongcebo was a loved soul around here, and everyone was sad over her death. Mlando left the graveyard as soon as she was lowered to the ground. She was his love, so the wound is still fresh to him.
On the other hand, Thembalihle’s parents haven’t showed their faces and it has been a week. I’m still yet to talk to him, we just have been busy this week preparing for the funeral.
The guards accompany me to the royal prison and I ask them to stand a bit far.
Thembalihle:If you are here to kill me, just get it over and done with.
Langelihle:I just want answers. Who sent you here? And why did you kill Nongcebo?
Thembalihle:I didn’t kill her, she fell by accident.
Langelihle:And you tried to cover up her death, even writing a suicide note?
Thembalihle:I panicked. Obviously no one was going to believe me when I said I pushed her by accident.
Langelihle:The truth always set you free, now who sent you?
Thembalihle:If you are not here to kill me, then I’d like to be left alone.
I sighed, this wasn’t going anywhere.
Langelihle:Your parents are coming tomorrow.
I lied and I saw him change his facial expression.
Thembalihle:Even father?
Langelihle:Both of them, maybe they will tell me what you are up to.
He started laughing, he laughed until he coughed.
Langelihle:What’s so funny?
Thembalihle:You really are a stupid Queen. Does your brain work?
I was seriously offended, but I kept a straight face.
Thembalihle:Now your Highness can I be left alone?
Langelihle:I know you are working with my father, he sent you here to spy on me. When is he coming here?
Thembalihle:Like I said, you really are a stupid Queen.
He continued laughing and turned his back on me.
I walked out of the prison with a tail between my legs. I went to my room just to be with myself. I’m really failing, I’m really failing. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to think. It hasn’t been even a year since I took the mantle and already things are falling apart. I have no guidance, I wish there was a royal School where they teach you how to be a Queen, I have to do everything by myself and I am failing.
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ZIMTHELE
Bayanda is forever talking about his father, he looks happy, the happiest he’s ever been since a long time. Me and Sana have reached an understanding and we drew up a co-parenting plan, it works well for the two of us. But with the way things are going, Bayanda will want to move in with him soon. Banele is also growing, he looks so much like Sondela.
I know me and my lawyer had a scene the last time we met, but she agreed to help me with the divorce papers.
It’s better now than ever, maybe I will get a little something. It’s no rocket science that our marriage long died, way before he even got into a car accident. I am planning on starting on a new slate, and I don’t want anything from my past coming back to bite me. His family will be happy that I’m out of their lives, especially his mother and brothers.
These past few weeks made me realize just how much I have been wasting my life, I wasn’t the smartest student in school, but my results were satisfactory. I could have went to college or got a diploma, but I didn’t. I sat on my bums and did nothing. Those were the days where girls would wait for someone to marry them when they finish school, who will take care of them. I guess I was waiting for that too.. Meeting Sondela, became just the opportunity to get that. I just never thought about it because I was taken care of. But now, I’m seeing things on a whole new perspective.
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MTHEMBU SENIOR
I am ashamed, very ashamed. Embarrassed to say the least. I heard from Mlamuli that Sondela can now walk using crutches, and that he is getting his memories back. After I abandoned him like that, he is my son and I treated him like an outcast. It’s just his condition scared me the first time I saw him, his bones were popping out and his legs were crossed. I thought there wasn’t any hope for him, I thought he wouldn’t make it, I even thought it wasn’t him. But I was wrong, Sondela has always been a fighter. He must have been disappointed to find out that I turned my back on him, I saw the look on his face when we wanted to “release him from the pain”, I will never forget it.
“Don’t worry baba, we will talk to him. He will understand. He’s still our son”, that was my wife.
Mthembu:I doubt he will mama, we haven’t made contact ever since he left to Elangeni.
MaMthembu:But this is all your fault, I told you that let’s have faith on our son but you didn’t want to hear it..
Mthembu:I already blame myself mama.
MaMthembu:Good,so you will sleep at night knowing you turned your back on your son.
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VIRGIN
I think it’s time I change my name, it’s long overdue. I can’t stand being called Virgin any longer.
Phil:So we have to go to Northern Cape over the holidays.
Virgin:Okay, I will file for a leave at work so long..
Phil got a contract on the Northern Cape, to build a mall imagine! A whole mall! They contacted him a week ago, someone referred him.
Virgin:Phil you should open an office I’m telling you, so that others can continue with the work while we are in Northern Cape.
Phil:That means I have to hire more people, I don’t have enough money to pay them.
Virgin:Phil please, I’ve seen your bank balance.
Phil:What were you doing with my bank balance?
Virgin:*Smiling* I was snooping around.
He laughed.
Phil:I forgot to tell you, yesterday I met Tazeen.
Virgin:Tazeen the only one?
Phil:Yep.
Tazeen was the one who tipped the officials that Phil and others were embezzling money.
Virgin:What did he say?
Phil:Nothing positive, only that I look better than he expected.
Virgin:I meet his kind everyday at work, I just ignore them.
Phil:Exactly, they aren’t helping us with anything anyway.
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SONDELA
I was on the phone with Mlamuli and he was happy that I remember him.
Mlamuli:Oh man, I’m so happy. Finally, I thought you won’t remember me.
Sondela:Me too, but I remember you. I remember everyone.
Mlamuli:Wait till I tell everyone about this. So when are you coming back?
Sondela:Coming back?
Mlamuli:Yeah, do you plan on staying there forever? I mean you are better now.
Sondela:I still want to be with Langelihle, I know I hurt her a million times. But I still love her.
Mlamuli:Does she still love you?
Sondela:I never asked her, but I hope so.
Mlamuli:And what about your other wife? And your children?
Sondela:I can always make plans to see my kids, I’m not going to be a deadbeat father. And Zimthele, I am not there anymore.
Mlamuli:You are cutting her loose?
Sondela:It’s for the best. I’m not going to be one of those people who stay in marriages where they are not happy because of the kids.
Mlamuli:I hear you, your son is growing and he looks like you so much.
Sondela:*Smiling*Strong genes, what can I say?
We chatted for a while and I hung up. Now that I can walk, using crutches, it is time to explore this place. I haven’t seen all rooms, it looks big. I am impressed so far with what I see, the rooms are big. I wonder how these walls stayed strong after all the destructions caused by Langelihle’s father. I walked back to the main floor to rest, I feel like I was running. This place is big.
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LANGELIHLE
I am still cooped in my room, trying to think and connect the puzzle but nothing comes up. I feel very dumb. I look at the sceptre and sigh, it is my only hope now to defeat my father. I doubt anyone still has the strength to fight, after Nongcebo’s death.
I lay in bed and close my eyes, hoping to get a vision or something..
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Teenager Mdabuli walks to his father’s room and he finds him preparing for his journey.
Mdabuli:Father may I go with you?
“You disappointed me the Last time I took you with me.”
Mdabuli:I apologize father, I will not disappoint again.
“Are you sure?”
Mdabuli:Yes.
“Well then take your things and we will go.”
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I turned to the other side and waited for another vision or memory.
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Mdabuli smears the black paint across his forehead and he sharpens his knife. His father comes to him.
“Is that the only weapon you will bring?”
Mdabuli:Yes, it is my best knife.
“Useless, those people have gifts that can send you flying mid-air and you’re only bringing a knife. You’re such a disappointment.”
Mdabuli:I will look for other weapons father.
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I laid diagonally on the bed.
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Mdabuli stabs the man repeatedly and snaps his neck. His father shakes his head not impressed.
“I can’t believe I have such a weak son. Is that the best you could do?”
Mdabuli:I only want to impress you father.
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I sat up straight as those words echoed in my head. “I only want to impress you father”. I wanted visions not my father’s early life, no wonder he turned out like this. His father pushed him to his limit. Is it really true that we turn out to be what our parents push us to be? I have read and watched documentaries of people who turned out to be serial killers because of their parents.
