Umbutho

Twenty-eight

Twenty-eight.

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I'm the damsel in distress waiting to be rescued. Yet I wonder who my rescuer will be. 

If you had told me five years ago that I'd be here today, i would just laugh at you. Really I would. Here I am in this house feeling like I'm all alone even though I have all these people who seem to be going blind with what is happening. It's taking every little strength I have to just act like everything is ok even though it clearly isn't. I've had encounters with my brother where he'd ask me of I'm ok and I'd just look at him because honestly it's been a very long time since I was last ok. I've had to just breath through the wound hoping and praying that they manage to get rid of him before he hurts me physically.

I can't help but think of whether or not Phila's presence right this moment would make things easier for me. I've had moments where I would sit in my room and just start typing him this long message filled with love begging him to come back so that I am ok again. Funny how I think his presence would make my life a lot less unbearable. I'd just end up deleting them anyway because I just keep myself locked in this continuous cycle of never ending pain and suffering. " You know I thought him hitting you would make you run away but it looks like I was wrong. I mean you went and fell pregnant for him..."

He is towering over me telling me all the things that led us here. His confession on how he is the reason for the way Phila reacted in certain instances leaves me shook. I am just stuck in shock wondering how he could influence Phila into all the things that have happened already. "How?" He smirks. The kind of smirk that leaves you in close proximity of vomiting out the entire contents of your life. "Easy baby girl... there is only so much a person can do to influence someone else's ancestors. Especially if they lie in the wrong kraal. Don't get me wrong they do protect him but they can only do so much."

"You bewitched him..." It's not a question. It's a realization of the fact that we've been pawns to his sick games all this time. I didn't believe that was possible until he brought me here. This place that looks destitute and empty. The long dry trees and the grass that hide us from the rest of the world. The small house that he has bought me to brings fear to me as I look around it trying my best to capture all I can in my mind before he does whatever it is he wants to do. "He fought, ohh he tried to fight it but there's only so much he could do to stop it."

The things I saw. I saw Phila from a pot, if I didn't believe in witchcraft before today then I sure do now. This just goes to show that he's been three steps ahead all this time in a game that we didn't t even know we were part of. He's been ahead of us in a war we didn't even know off. The question that remains now is why? Why go through all that trouble? Why me? Heck why Phila? "You were just born in the wrong family sweetheart but that can also be changed. Among other things." As he says his last statement he runs his hand over my stomach making me conscious of the baby growing in me right now.

"Please don't. I'll do whatever you want. I'm here right now Mangaliso please just... Don't hurt my baby." He shakes his head and stands up. He walks towards the worn out wall staring out the window with nothing but a cold expression. I have no doubt that he is more than capable of hurting me but not my baby. "I'm not a monstor Buhle although I would like to. We need to start afresh from all of them and although I don't want to hurt the baby I don't think I'll have much of a choice."

"Yes you do Mangaliso please..." I'm yet to complete my sentence before he snaps at me with rage filled eyes. "Don't call me that!" I have a feeling this man has some kind of mental illness. One minute he is nice and smiling and the next he just wants to snap my neck off but I guess that's just the effect I have on most people. Plus the honesty of it all could be I think that everyone has a mental illness. "I thought that was your name."