TRIGGER!!!!!
HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT I DISLIKED WRITING.
ACUMA'S POV IS MWAHH RIGHT BUT THEN LUYOLO'S, IT'S NOT IT. I PERSONALLY FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T PUT IT IN ORDER, LIKE IT SOUNDS RUSHED WHEN I READ IT.
SO I'LL NEVER COME BACK TO THIS CHAPTER EVER AGAIN.
SO SORRY IN ADVANCE IF I DIDN'T DESCRIBE THE MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND PANIC ATTACK PROPERLY.
ANYWAYS, THIS CHAPTER HAS SMOKING, ANXIETY, PANICK ATTACKS, PAIN AND MENTAL BREAKDOWN.
IF YOU NOT 14 AND ABOVE OR YOU A SENSITIVE READER.... PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.
I DON'T WANT PROBLEMS, SKIP NOW!
PLEASE.
ACUMA MAAKE KANCUBE
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My mom and I are driving to Soweto, to go visit her family. They are having a little Friday braai.
I changed out of my uniform in the car and I wore black wide leg jeans from Cotton On and a green Puma hoodie, with my black Converse's.
"Ndicela ukupe ibag zokutya ebootini." my mom says to my cousin Austin.
-Please take the things out of the trunk/boot.
I get out of the car with my phone in my hand and multiple bracelets on my wrist.
"Hey Cuz," I say and he pulls me into a hug before opening the car trunk.
"Heyy, how's my rich cousin doing? " I open the boot and we unload the snacks and drinks my mom bought from Woolworths.
Oh it is going to be a looooooong night if there are bags full of beverage and snacks.
I lock my mom's car.
"I'm good actually, and I'm not at rich as you. Your parents own the Cullinan mine. So please, relax." I say as we walk into the house with the shopping bags.
I'm greeted by my aunts who are chopping and marinating the meat, some cooking Pap and making salads.
We put the bags in the kitchen and we put the snacks in the cabinet and the drinks in the fridge.
"You'll find me in Zama's room with the others." Austin says walking away with his apple iPhone 14 pro max in his hand.
I nod and I go greet my grandmother who is seated on the sofa watching the news, unbothered about the people who were walking in and out of the house, and the amount of women in the kitchen.
She's so cute.
"Molo makhulu," I give her a hug while she is seated.
-Hello Granny,
"Hayibo Acuma, nawe ukhona?" I sit next to her with my hands in my hoodie.
-You're also here?
"Ewe makhulu," I smile at her thick glasses that made her eyes really big. "Where else would I be kodwa makhulu."
-Yes Granny
"No tatakho, kaloku you are a daddy's girl. Your father would kill a lion for you."
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