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Chapter Seventy Two.

Chapter Seventy Two.

"It takes a million people to build up a good reputation, but it takes one stupid fool to destroy everything they done." x Lucky Dube.

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He left.

The house felt... Meh.

I headed to the kitchen to grab something to nibble on while I called Buhle to check up on her.
We have a lengthy conversation, with her telling me about what has been happening on her side of life.

I fill her in about the upcoming ceremonies and tell her I'll arrange for her to be fetched. I'm also reminded about getting her a designer to make her whatever she wanted to wear.

Soon enough I found myself back on mommy duty, playing and feeding my little princess. She was growing and I know this was a regular thought to me but it is just all too beautiful to see. Yes, I pushed this out of my vagina. And yes, I'm about to push another one out in a couple of months.

I have to get back to my yoga earlier this time to ensure I'm ready for when delivery day comes. Oh I couldn't wait to hold our baby in my arms. Have that newborn feeling all over again. I better not be getting addicted to something that takes a piece from me each time.

Another person I have to thank more often is Nandipha. She's a godsent. I would've probably never been able to cope had she not been there to assist me.

I think I never thank this life enough. It has given me so much that I didn't ask for. So much that has pushed me to do better and give to those that don't have what we do.

How am I so tired after just a few minutes of playtime?

Am I... Unfit.

You're pregnant Zanokuhle.
That's my excuse and it's final. Futhi it's a very valid excuse on my end.

I get up, all out of breath and head to the kitchen for yet another snack. I think I was just hungry but treating it like a bleeding wound and putting a plaster on it.
Maybe I should just cook something quick and easy, plus Khaya might want some of it too.

A wrap?

I might as well.

"mhmmm...Someone is in a good mood," Bangi startles me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hands resting on my growing belly.
"You're back."
"I'm back sthandwa sam. Miss me?"
"Not even," I joke seasoning the chicken that I was busy slicing. "Befuthi why would you think I'm in a good mood?"
"You haven't touched a pot in forever Zano."
"weeeeh."

I watch him switch on the stove for me and put a non stick pan on it. He grabs some olive oil and a stick of butter before adding a little in there along with the butter. I'm watching in awe, because I didn't ask this man to do anything yet he's doing this.

"What else can I help with?" he questions.
"I've got this Bangi. Really I do."
"I really don't mind helping you babe."
"I know but I want to do this. So wena just sit down and tell me about your session."
"Are you sure?" he asks tilting his head slightly.
"I'm sure," I mirror his actions and just then Nzwano waddles in making her way to her dada. She pulls on his pants and I hear him sigh, clearly accepting defeat.

"Okay," he picks her up and goes to take a seat on the high chairs.
"I'm glad someone is able to get through to you when I dont." I joke and get back to praparing these wraps.

"Ignore that, I'm curious on how our son is treating you today."
"I feel fine. Just starving every second its frustrating. I'm not planning on gaining any weight this time around."
"Eat sthandwa sam. I'm not about to have you starve for something you can easily lose." he says and makes a face that makes Nzwano laugh.