The Black The white and the grey.

Chapter 47 | Eligibility.

Kaboentle.

I silently get up from bed as I throw the covers over me.
The cool sensation on the wooden floor cools my throbbing feet as I continue to my wobble to the bathroom for the fourth time tonight.
Siya is out of bed completely oblivious wherever he is to what his child is doing to me.

It's the third night since Lubanzi's arrival back home and I have to say it has been quiet the journey.
Siya offerd Vusi a job at the mine and of course housing that the mine provides for its employees and an opportunity to better his education since he only has his matric diploma to his name and he was excited for this opportunity which now also leaves the matter of how are we going to help Lubanzi deal with not having to live with his uncle anymore.

In a way I do understand his anxiety beyond all other things, his mother left him while his grandmother kept promising him her unlikely return knowing how desperate he is to meet her and then, his grandmother dying all in the midst of a dead beat dad, and his life with his uncle and now his apparent father is back and willing and yet again he is thrust into an unfamiliar situation.

This is a a lot for a seven year old and I understand him still wanting to grasp at the one constant thing that seems stable in his life.
Mean while I am due any day now and I've been running around the show trying to get everything in order for him... clothes and furniture of which I still have my work cut out for me because I have to go and get him a new birth certificate and make my appointments for prospective schools... only then can I start preparing him for his new schools, and I have to look for schools that also cater for zulu, while I make sure that every other thing for thumbelina is ready before she comes home In a few days.

I wipe myself off after peeing and I move out of our bedroom barefoot because some ankles could use a little cooling.

I move past Lubanzi's room and down the passage and I find the light to the babies nursery on.

I stop by the door and I watch as Siya continues to tuck the babies clothes away while he eyes a few of the garment every now and then.

"Hy."
He greets as soon as he sees me at the door and I feel my lips curve into an involuntary smile .

"Hy."
I greet back before he also smiles at me again.

"I see you've gotten ahead of me..."
I tell him as I walk inside the nursery.

"Did you know that these baby grow shoulders allows us more room for the babies head and shoulders to manuever past with ease ? No squeeze in's."
He says as he demonstrates this fun fact.

"I did not know that..."
I confess as I take the grow in his hands and I eye the shoulders

"And also did you know that babies have no tears? This crying that they do is done mostly for manipulation and to try and gain control over us."

"That's a crazy theory."

"It's not a theory if it's the truth."

"Love, that's just how babies communicate, they can't speak so the only thing they do is cry In order for them to tell us what they want."
I tell him as I move to sit on the rocking chair while he continues with the packing and I watch him again.

"If there's one thing I am not looking forward too, is the crying."

He says and I chuckle before a painful memory invades my train of thought.

"Love ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Are you okay ?"

"Siya, do you think that she will know ?"
I ask as I stare Into his eyes hoping that he catches on to what I am saying so I don't have to say it.