Shrivelled Roses 2: Iyana Kleinbooi

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Chapter Thirty-five

-Iyana-

After the "unsuccessful" call with one of her friends, Iyana decided to just go home and unwind for that weekend. She didn't go to the villages because there was just umalusi only there, she went home which was also in East London. Her mother seemed happy to see her, well, she was looking forward to seeing her because she wanted to know about the pregnancy. After cookies and coffee the real conversations started...

Mama: Heh ntombana, kengoku ityala lesisu lizosiwaphi? Uthi uyihlo umithiswe ngumntu wakulo Shaka wena?

Iyana: Hayi mama!

Mama: Haibo, kanti u Shaka wayengengomZulu na?

Iyana: Ewe wayenguye, but that's not how you describe people. Imagine us being described as abantu bakulo Kumkani u Dalindyebo?

Mama: Hayi wethu people can refer to me as umntu wakulo Biko I don't mind.

Iyana just shook her head.

Mama: So?

Iyana: Ndizokhe ndimbuze mama, he has a place ahlala kuyo apha e Monti, kodwa ke no brother wakhe unendlu kwalapha so it shouldn't be a problem. But ndizokhe ndimbuze.

Mama: Is he at least excited about having the baby? Coz ke andikuboni u excited wena.

Iyana: Andimazi yazi.

Mama: Awumazi? Njani?

Iyana sighed... She had never wanted her family to know her relationship business. As stressful as it had been in the past few months, she knew that at some point she would have to let them in. Maybe they would speak more sense into her than her friends already did.

Mama: Iyana Kleinbooi?

Iyana: Ey mama... we didn't plan lomntwana no Clive, we were careless. He hasn't been around much, nangoku ugodukile oko ebemke last week.

Mama: What does this mean na Iyana? U Zwelethu uyamfuna lomntwana okanye sizozikhulisela thina?

Iyana: Uyamfuna ngoku, utsho, but andimboni e active tu mama. Bendiziyele ndodwa kwa gqirha ekhona elapha eMonti, he only called after I sent him an invoice, nalapho bendingathi makathini bendimbonisa qha ukuba I went to the doctor. He called because he didn't see bank details kwi invoice, of course, I had paid for it.

Her mother just looked at her in silence.

Iyana: Ngoku besithetha izolo uthe uzobuya sometime this week, I'm hoping sizothetha into evanayo ke. Nditsho nam ndiyazi ukuba lizosiwaphi ityala.

Mama: Uyamthanda?

She chuckled nervously.

Mama: Ndibuza nyhani ketana, uyamthanda lomfana?

Iyana: Ewe mama.

Mama: Oooh, hayike, xaluphelile uthando ndaw'kucebisa ngcono because at this point there's nothing I can tell you that you will see ngalendlela iyiyo.

Iyana frowned, sitting up.

Iyana: Hayibo mama, cebisa nangoku.

Mama: No mntanam, yazi xa umntu ekuphethe ngalendlela ndiyibona ngayo irelationship yakho, ube wena usamthanda there is nothing an outsider can say or do that will make sense to you because you are blinded by love. I always say this nakwabanye abantwana ke, mna personally, I will never understand umntu onomama notate endlini, okhulele kwikhaya elifudumeleyo sogqiba ahambe ezixhaphazisa in the name of love. I will never.

Iyana: Hayibo mama, awumazi nomazi u Clive, what gives you the idea that uyandixhaphaza? Like, this is the reason why I don't like talking about my relationships apha. Nina niyamjaja umntu.