Chapter 51

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NOMBUSO

I can't believe I'm really going through with this. The wedding that is. In a few hours I will officially become Mrs Ndlovu and I'm having all sorts of emotions, happiness being the dominant one. My heart is content to be honest and I don't want anything to change at this moment in time.

My family is going to be present here tomorrow and by family, I mean Gogo and Nikiwe. I don't want anything to do with the rest of my "family", the one in Pietermaritzburg. They would have been invited had they made an effort to be in my life but they didn't and that's that.

My heart wishes my parents would have been present for my big day. That is my only wish and it's sad that in as much as I could wish for their presence, there is no getting them here. I know that they loved me though and that they would do anything to share this moment with me as well.

Oh and how can I forget uBab' Khoza. That man loved and raised me as his own daughter knowing very well that I wasn't. He played such a huge into shaping me to become the woman that I am today. It is because of him that I know what a father's love is and I'm beyond grateful for each and every moment we shared.

But this is definitely not the time for me to be moping about as I am surrounded by my loved one's. My friends came in numbers to support me during this time and I couldn't be more grateful for their presence in my life. Even though I wanted to spend this time with Gogo, my sister wouldn't let me saying that this is the last day as a single woman.

"Angisazi kuthi ngithini kuwe mina yazi. (I don't know what to say to you anymore.)", I sighed as I accepted defeated after telling me this.

She's hell-bent on making us have fun and she told me that whether I like it or not, I will participate on what she has planned. Her best friend Cindy is here and I really like her. She's fun and always brings the vibe which is what makes me drawn to her. One thing I've learnt is that she has a way of lightening up the mood no matter how dull it may be.

"Mngani ngikhathele uloyo masaka ng'yaktshela. (Friend, I'm tired of that scumbag I tell you.) The time will come where I'll dump his stupid ass because he doesn't know me shame.", she shared when we seated having drinks.

I was drinking some guava juice and she was on her third glass of Merlot. This girl really has no filter and she cared not about how the rest of the ladies would look at her after she said something. She does and says everything with her chest and that's a green flag for me.

We were seated outside on the balcony looking out into the green scenery. Nikiwe organised for us to be at a beautiful mansion for today so we can be stressed free and get our minds to relax. I asked her if this cost her an arm-and-a-leg but, she assured me not to worry about the costs as she asked Zanothando for assistance.

Now back to Cindy, she was telling us about her abusive boyfriend that likes asking her for money. It's crazy that she's lasted this long with this jerk as I would have expected someone like her to run at the first sign of danger. But that's the thing about judging books by their covers, not everything is as it seems.

I hear her reasons even though I don't understand them. She says it's because she loves him and that he's great in bed, which are the only reasons why she's still with him. Apparently the guy is talented in between the sheets but he was also not this huge jerk in the beginning of their relationship.

The story between them lies deep as she says and it's hard for her to even talk about it and I don't push as she had already opened up more than she should have. I can tell that she's been through the most and I can only pray that some day she finds healing on whatever she is going through.

Then there is Khethiwe. My God!! The woman is such a pain in the ass and she doesn't know when to stop. She's been making snide comments about the entire thing as if she had anywhere else to be or as if she has any friends. Lord knows I'm trying my best to tolerate her, we all are.

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