Bukhosi
Sobahle and I are going on a tractor ride on the vine yard. I don't like how I made her feel yesterday and before about being a working royal member, I know we agreed that we will live a private life as I have been before getting married but what she said made me realize how unhappy not doing any kind of work makes her and I don't want that I want her to be happy.
"What are you thinking about so deeply."
She says, standing in front of me, and I pull her close to kiss her, God knows I love this woman, and I cannot help myself.
"I'm thinking about you."
I say after breaking the kiss, and she frowns confused.
"What did I do that's making you think about me, manje?"
"I'm always thinking about you, nje Sthandwa sam."
She places her small, soft hand on my jaw line.
"But you looked tense and in deep thoughts this time around."
It's crazy how this woman is the only person who can fully read my body language and facial expressions without me saying anything.
"I'm thinking about the conversation we had yesterday."
She signs trying to move away, but I hold her.
"Yini lekwenta ucabange ngalengcoco nyalo ?" [What making think of that conversation now]
"I'm thinking about how I made you feel, I don't ever want to make you feel like that, MaZungu."
"It's ok, Bukhosi. I know you didn't do that intentionally."
I nod
"But still, I want you to remember that your voice matters in this mirrage Sobahle, if you don't like something tell me immediately don't bottle up things."
"Ngiyakuva futsi ngiyetsembisa kutsi, ngitakutjela uma kukhona lengingakutsandzi sitsandvwa sami."
"Ngiyabonga sithandwa sami, asihambe siyohlola amasimu manje."
I kissed her hand before we both walked out to the tractor parked outside. I help her climb on the tractor, and we leave.
"Oh my goodness Bukhosi this fields are bigger than I thought."
She says excitedly, as we stop in the middle of the fields she comes to hug me excitedly, and I smile, I appreciate what my parents did for her even though it was my idea.
"I'm glad you are happy. There are houses for the farm workers down there."
"I saw them. Are they occupied ?"
"No, but they will be occupied soon because the fields need to be fertilized and prepared before we can start farming."
"That means we need to start conducting interviews ?"
"I can have someone do that for you, I mean, we only need like 20 general workers, a wine master and a grape master."
"You can get someone to do that, but we will need more farming equipment, tractors, and vans, and I don't have enough money for that now."
"Sobahle Zulu, we spoke about this, kunemali eningi, imali yethu futhi ungayisebenzisa ngendlela othanda ngayo"
Sobahle
"I don't want you to feel like I'm always spending money without contributing."
He clenches his jaws and takes a deep breath.
"I know what all this is about, and I don't care what those stupid people say about you."
I look down ashamed, and he brings my face up
"I don't want them to think that they are right."
His father's nation called me a commoner and gold digger. They said that I'm in it for money and nothing else.
"Ngokulandelayo ngizobatshela ukuthi uvela edolobhaneni lezimayini zamalahle, so they should get their facts right before coming at you."
He jokes, and we laugh.
"Kulesi sibuko, yithi sobabili kuphela. Asikho isikhala somndeni wami noma abantu bakaMageba." [ it's only us in this mirrage]
He adds on
"Ngiyakuva Ndabezitha, futsi ngiyacolisa ngaloko."
He kisses my nose, and this man is so affectionate that he will kiss me and hold me at any given chance, and I love that.
"kulezi zinsuku ukhuluma kakhulu ngolimi lwesiSwati, but I'm not complaining Manzini."
"I may be Zulu, but I grew up in Mpumalanga, nemake longum Swati."
"How does your feel about you and your sister speaking isiswati more than isizulu ?"
"We speak both the languages, and we did isizulu at school."
I shrug
"Ngiyazwelana noSengwayo shame."
We laugh
We spent 4 days in Capetown, and away from the real world, we were in our little bubble, and now it's time to go back to the real world. We are on our way home from the airport, and my sister calls.
"Unjani Busisiwe Zungu Nonyane ?"
She chuckles
"I'm fine, Mrs Zulu wena unjane ?"
Bukhosi smiles hearing, Mabusi call me Mrs Zulu.
"Nami ngiyaphila sisi wami."
"Sengicishe ngilicedza lelisu le-nursery." [I'm almost done, with the nursery planning]
"Ngiyabonga dadewethu, ngizokwazisa uMaureen nethimba lakhe."
Maureen is the interior designer who has been working with us, I asked for Mabusi's input since she is also one.
"No problem, greet usbari for me."
"Ulapha futsi ulalele, wabuta kutsi kungani sikhuluma Isiswati kakhulu kunelulwimi lwetfu"
"Kungani ungamtshelanga ukuthi sikhuluma isiZulu esihlanzekile, asilahlekelwanga yizimpande zethu"
Mabusi says, speaking deep and pure isizulu and Bukhosi chuckles
"Ngiyakuzwa mlamu."
He responds
"Usale kahle Zulu, sizoxoxa later on sisi."
"Nawe usale kahle sbali."
Bukhosi bids
"Sitawukhuluma, ngibingelele bantfwana bami kanye naBhuti."
"I will do that, labantfwana bayinkinga kakhulu." [this kids are troublesome]
I can't wait to see how my baby will behave
"Batawuta batewusivakashela, ngemaholidi uma sengibelekile." [You should bring them to us for the holidays once I have given birth]
"Abakwati kulindza kutsi bahlangane nemzala wabo."
I end the call with my sister when the car comes into halt on the driveway.
We took a shower and Bukhosi went to his study, I'm lying on the bed going through my pad reading all the comments from news papers and blogs about the pregnancy announcement some are good some are bad and quite frankly I don't care. I have so many messages of people congratulating us I start responding back to some of them.
I stand up and go to Bukhosi's study, I find him busy working, and I quietly on the couch.
"Ingabe kukhona okudingayo mkami ?"
I blush
"No, I don't mind me. You can continue working."
He moves his chair backward and looks at me.
Are you sure ?"
"Yebo Bukhosi."
"wozala kimi sithandwa sami."
I stand up and walk to him. He moves things and makes me sit on the desk in front of him.
He pulls my panties down, massages my thighs before diving in to eat me up, I moan as his tongue does things to me, I lean back on the table as my legs are shaking. He stands up and takes off my nightie before he also undresses.
"Are you comfortable here ?"
He asks, kissing me
"Ye...yes baby."
"Vula Sthandwa sami."
I moan. He thrust in, and I gasped for air he let's me calm down before he started moving in and out. We go for a while while before we both cum we move to the couch, this man is making me regret coming in here. One thing about Bukhosi Zulu is that he will give you what you wanted and more.
