Yibanathi

🧡Part 21🧡

Yibanathi

It has been exactly a month since the whole Sandile outburst and things seem to have gone back to normal for everyone in the house except me. I have been trying to keep myself busy without trying to think about Sfundo.

I feel so tired and offish and I am on my way back from Enkanyisweni Shopping Centre since I went to get a few things that granny couldn't get yesterday since it was the old age grant payout. I am wearing a orange tracksuit pants with a white tank top along with black plain slides. I hate my so called fit but what can I do I have gained weight and I guess it is what comes when you start to enjoy and accept your single life. I am inside a taxi and I feel so sick as it is right now and it is only 10am. I took a 8am taxi so I an be one of the first few shoppers there at the mall.

I hate crowded areas ever since I graduated I swear it must be being in the rural for some time after being exposed to the city life and having to go back to the rural quiet life. Sandi was sick not so long ago because of a heavy flu. I think Sandile has officially passed down his flu to me and my slow and unresponding body decides to show after a week Sandile has healed.

The taxi comes to a stop and a guy gets out of the taxi and some lady shifts from where she was sitting and now sits directly next to me and her perfume is so strong and super ugly. I feel my nose twitching and I feel like vomiting all of a sudden. This woman makes me feel nauseous all of a sudden and it does not help that she is sitting right next to me and the driver is driving like a small baby on a baby stroller.

It is my first time feeling like this about perfume. I think it could be the flu messing with me.

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The taxi just finish drop me off and I feel worse. I literally run to the house so that I can go to the bathroom to go and vomit and I feel worse. The minute I get to the door I open it and make a run for the toilet.

"Ah Anathi what is it?"

My gran asks while running after me. I don't even bother to answer her but make it to the toilet.

"Anathi man! What is it with you?"

She asks behind the closed bathroom door so I keep quiet and continue spewing my breakfast and that is when my gran opens the door to see for herself.

"Haa Anathi what is wrong?"

She futher questions. After I feel that I am done I flush and leave her standing and go and wash my hands and she is following me like I am lost.

"Gran I am fine it must be the flu I just feel nauseous."

I reply and she stops and looks at me up and down like I am a criminal.

"Mmmh okay and my things where is it?"

She asks.

"I left it outside."

I say to her and quickly run to fetch it and luckily by the grace of the lord all 4 packets are still at the footpath leading to my home. This is what I like about the rural life you do not have to constantly think about local criminals that much not that there is none but they also a few and they are mostly busy at night and not during the day.

I carry the bags and go inside the house. I unpack while gran is sitting on the couch looking at me. I breath in just after I am done and then I make my walk to my bedroom and I feel like I need sleep as if I was walking to the mall of which I would not have made it with the way my body has become.

"Anathi ngeke ntombi kuzomele uthi ukugquma kancane, sisi zibheke uze uyajuluka ngokubeka nje izinto emakhabetheni."
[Anathi no...my girl you have to steam a little, sis look at yourself you are even sweating by just placing things inside the cupboard."

My gran says while looking at me and I nod my head because I did not even realise I was sweating in the first place. I then move to the bedroom and remove my pants and wear my short plain brown skirt it is pleated skirt that stops mid thigh. I am in my room and at home so no one can see well except for gran and Sandi.

I am going to sleep properly because Sandi is not here. He has his own bed yes but the whole room thing sucks I must admit. He will make funny noises in the middle of the night and now he has gone worse by starting his creepiness of which earned him a good 3 strokes of a dry towel. I just wish it was wet when I was hitting him it would have made a huge impact than it is now but at least the situation has calmed down a bit.

So the creepiness is that for the past 3 days I woke up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night I don't even know the proper time to find him awake on his bed sitting on his bum and looking at me like I am a possessed criminal which escaped from jail and has entered the wrong house. I asked him last night what is wrong and he did not talk but continued to stare which made me grab what was near me and give him a mini beating of which of course made him cry and my gran woke up and gave me an earful. The woman is a light sleeper even in her pension old age she is still a light sleeper who is always waiting for a mission.

I climb on my bed and close my eyes and my body feels light.

"Aah finally some peace and rest."

I say to my self as I slowly drift off.

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