Turning Table

Part 136

***Dead Man Walking ***

🌹Lethukuthula🌹

"Not in my house that you going to sleep from when the sun comes up till it set up in your ass hhhayboo Vuka!!"
My mother said as she slaps my thigh, I winced in pain

" Mahhhh....!!!" I said in my grumpy voice trying to pull the bed covers  up but maKhumalo was too quick,  already the bed cover was on the floor
Her: I said get up and fix yourself up!!!"
She said pointing a finger at me, I shoot my eyes open, judging from her facial expressions I will not dare disobey her now, I know that look and I know she is ready to slap the shit out of me
" yes mam," I said softly,
She clicked her tongue in response and walked out.

I breathe out loud if only this woman has the slightest idea of how long and draining my night was she would have not woke me up like this,  I jumped off the bed and dragged my body to the bathroom to do my hygiene process, a few minutes later I walked out with a towel wrapped around my body and rushed to my ringing phone, I rolled my eyes in frustration as I realized who was calling

" Impi!"
Him: I'm losing my mind here!... Mlondi is not picking up his phone and I have no news or what's so ever what the fuck is going on with my son and baby mama"
Me: I tried my level best to squeeze myself in, but Queen Sbahle made sure that the whole area is a fortress
Him: I know that that is why we have plan B"
Me: Impi I told you I'm not going to involve my sister in this!"
Him: why not? I mean Sbahle trusts her and she has a spiritual calling thing...."
Me: she has a past with Jabu damn it! why can't you see how sick that sounds "
Him: so what must I do? "
I looked at the phone like, how on the hell is that my problem?
Me: wait! ....just bloody wait...Mlondi said he will get the news "
Him: when? next year!!!"
Me: uyangidakelwa ke manje"
He dropped the call in my ear, I breathe out loud and threw my phone aside

After buttering my body I jumped into my short maxi dress and flops, I stepped out of my room trying to tie my hair into a bun, damn I hate how big it is,
" LT!" I looked up and was met by Jisha in the kitchen, she gave me a big hug, and I smiled and hugged her back
Her: when did you get here?"
She asked looking at me,
Me: this morning,"
Her: it's been how many months?"
Me: don't let me count "
Her: yeah you should say that because you are the one that does not text back"
Me: aish sorry boo"
She rolled her eyes and smiled, I looked around and saw food platters on the kitchen counter

Me: you cooked?"
Her: Mama was tired so yah I decided to make breakfast, but no one showed up for it, so I prepared brunch"
Me: and I wonder why Mbali has not wife you? "
HER: shut up !"
She blushed and looked down, aish this girl is hot, and to be honest, I think she can turn any straight! women into becoming lesbian, I took a pancake and spread chocolate syrup on it
Me: mmmm this taste like heaven"
" get those plates, Lethu so we may eat"
My mother said walking in, she is too grumpy this morning, making me wonder what was wrong. I did as I was told making small talk with Jisha,

Me: so you and my sister when are you moving back to Durban"
" the day you finally decide to move back home too "
Mbali said walking into the room, I smiled at her, my sister is such a hot stud, I love how she has this specific demeanor that seems to go hand in hand with butchness. It’s the cocky grin, the self-assured nod, and How her masculine persona turns heads and makes her so damn attractive.
She is by far the only daughter that took our mother's stylish dress code, Mbali dresses to impress with that uniquely insouciant swagger it's even worse when she is in public. Her distinctive personality and its charms may be due, in part, to the fact that she is fully aware that she is a hot stud and doesn’t look the way most people expect women to look, and yet she’s found the confidence to persevere despite the side-eyes and the disapproving thin-lipped faces of people.

Me: Mntungwa" I greeted her
She chuckled and we shared a long hug,
Her: it's good to have you home "
Me: I missed you too"
Her: you look good"
Me: you still look like a hot boy "
She chuckled as we broke the hug, I noticed that she was wearing smart formal wear,

Me: and where are you going? "
Her: the correct Question is, where am I coming from! " she said to me while she side-hugged Jisha and kissed her on the cheek, she then proceeded to speak to her via sign language and Jisha bust out and laughed slapping Mbali's arm,
Ma: ok you two cut it off...please be seated"

The love birds set next to each other while I froze looking at this table,
In this house, our table seating is based on respect and comfort. When my Dad was still alive, he and my mother usually get the heads of the table and when he passed on and it was only the four of us for dinner, we didn't use the heads but rather sat facing each other.
But today I noticed my mother sitting in her rightful place

Me: what's going on?"
My mother placed her elbows on the table and pointed with her eyes that I must sit down, I moved slowly and set down I looked at Mbali who was rolling her tongue inside her cheek, ok these people they better start talking now
Me: Mama what's going on ?"
Mbali: may we say grace first?"
I just looked at her and she decided to raise her hands surrendering
Mama: we having a cleansing ceremony this upcoming end of the month...im taking off these mourning clothes and not to waste money and time I decided we do the unveiling too "
Me: yeah you mentioned that"
I said looking at her
Mama: I and Mbali were  able to get most of the things done and I need for you to choose and pay for your father's tombstone"
Me: what!..."
Mama: can we now say grace? "
Me: mama you can't do this to me why not ask Mbali...I know nothing about tombstones"
Mama: ooh and we do? "
Me:you know very well what I mean! "
Mama: Lethu you have a week Jo to get that stone, comes the day of the unveiling I need it there!"
I set back and looked at her and Mbali
Mama: heavenly father...."
Me: so when we're you going to tell me this?"
I cut her off while she was about to pray, she sigh and looked at me
Mama: I'm telling you now! "
Me: wow!"
I said playing with my glass,
Mama: dear lord...please bless..."
" This is not about the stone or unveiling this is just about you trying to make me feel something for that man" I jumped in again before she could finish her prayer
Mama: I guess we not saying grace today "
Me: mama how many times must I tell you that I am fine!" "
Mama: your father died pleading to speak to you,  but that never happened, you have never shared one tear but all you did was drink as if it was a party, and the next thing you did you were off on a suicide mission God knows where"
Me: I had to work!!!"
Mama: you started carrying a gun at the age of 19 years because you felt hate for your father! ...and suddenly when he died you went back to that life again?"
I looked down
Mama:tell me something when are you going to forgive yourself my child for hating a dead man? "
Me: may I be excused"
Her: Lethukuthula!"

I disregarded her calling me and decided to push my chair back
Her; Lethu! I know what you feeling, I felt it every day, guilt can become a burden because of past arguments you now regret or maybe because you think you didn’t do enough to help him

You should realize no parent-child relationship is ever perfect. Disputes, mistakes, and shortcomings occur on both sides and are all in the past now. Your father still loves you very much even if he seldom told you,

I just wish you could just recognize the past as something that is finished and unchangeable, free yourself from guilt, and reflect on the good times instead. "
Me: what good times?..."
Mama: he was your father!"
Me: The day he called you a witch, kicked us out like dogs!... I ripped off that title from him"
Mbali: Lethu that"s enough !'
Me: it should be for you!  angithi you were his favorite the genius child!"
Mbali: you know nothing about my life and living in this house with Mntungwa"
She said standing up
Mama: girls stop it!!!! "

My mother screamed looking at both of us, with no warning Jisha creamed, and in a split second she was behind my mother, we all looked at where she was pointing and I almost fainted when I came face to face with why she sow, a man stood in the middle of the room a man that looks?...a man that is my father? ...what?
Mbali: baba?...."
Me: what the fuck?... You are dead!  ..."
Mama: Mntungwa"

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To be continued