Chapter 4: Home

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Nokukhanya's POV

I was on the bus heading back home. Wow, it feels good to finally say that. You're probably wondering how I got money to buy a bus ticket well NSFAS sent me money for the last time as I've finished my degree, I think I'll do my masters after a few years. Yes I know I'll be old by that time since I'm now 25 years old, I started studying in varsity at the age of 18. I can't wait to see my mom and dad, we had one of our daily calls last night and my mom told me she's going to cook a feast oh and my dad is going to call the pastors from church so we can pray. I'm really thankful for this moment God has given me and for the protection my ancestors have provided me with. Yes I believe in both my ancestors and God at the same time, this thing requires some serious spiritual maturity. I worship the one true God, cause there are many gods out there but he's the only true one, and my ancestors believe in God too. Konje in Genesis where did Abraham go when he died? Anyway back to the topic, the bus finally comes to a halt and we all get off. Everyone had their family member/friend waiting for them at the stop, I couldn't see my dad cause he told me he'd wait for me. I waited and waited well my heart broke because I thought they were excited to see me, so I slowly started walking hope and as I'm walking I see a tall, dark and a bit muscular figure rushing towards me. I finally get a clear view and I notice that it's my dad, wait is it really him? He looks so young well not really but he's giving sugar daddy looks. I'm too stunned to realize that he crashed his body into mine pulling me into a hug I've been longing for..for the past seven years. I hug him back and it takes a while for us to pull out of the hug and when we do he takes my luggage there wasn't a lot of it since I didn't really buy a lot of clothes yes I had the money because of the R1500 monthly allowance from NSFAS and I had a job at McDonalds so that's how I was able to buy my parents a phone years ago. We start taking a walk like we used to when we had our venting sessions well let me say my venting session because he would always listen to my problems and advice me here and there but he'd never share so yeah. I tell him how I felt all those years ago and I of course leave the part about "Michele Morrone" and yes it's that guy from the reed dance and I'm calling him this because they kinda have the same aura, back to this moment well there are a few tears shed and my father tells me about how our village has developed and we now have many schools, hospitals, clinics and markets and by the time we finish talking the sun is already setting. We started walking home and when we got to the gate I was shocked to see a huge house and 2 cars parked outside.

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I looked at my dad and he smiled at me

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I looked at my dad and he smiled at me. I kept quiet and we both walked into the house well he lead me inside first, guys my father is a gentleman, I see my mom in what looks like a dining area filled with balloons and a sign written "welcome back".

Yep with these decorations I can tell that my mother did this and I see tears forming in her eyes and nami kerh guys sengfun uk'khala(I also want to cry) I run to her and hug her, oh how I missed this woman

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Yep with these decorations I can tell that my mother did this and I see tears forming in her eyes and nami kerh guys sengfun uk'khala(I also want to cry) I run to her and hug her, oh how I missed this woman. We spent the evening having dinner, which my mother killed by the way, and we prayed and all went to sleep.

This is home, not the house but the people in it. My parents are what make keep waking up early in the morning to pray for strength, and growth. How I missed home🫀

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