His Helper

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Two years after the bakery underwent a successful revamp, achieving remarkable success, Aunt Aubrey and I were genuinely delighted. As we sat down with her son, reviewing the books and making reports on our progress, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. However, I still kept my idea close to my chest, wanting to work on it independently before sharing it, understanding that dreams require effort to transform into reality.

As the end of November approached, a busy season awaited me as my son Liyema was set to undergo initiation school in King Williams Town. Filled with both excitement and anxiety, I embarked on a week of fasting, entrusting my son's well-being to the Almighty. Anele, Liyema, and his father left for undisclosed rituals, respecting my request not to involve me in those practices.

The week unfolded with the arrival of various family members, cousins, and relatives from Anele's side. Sandra, pregnant again, provided a comforting presence. Despite familial support, a particular cousin seemed determined to criticize my every action. Choosing to cook indoors for the family, I faced disapproval for not participating in the communal outdoor cooking. While tempted to confront the cousin, I refrained, guided by the Holy Spirit.

During that week in King Williams Town, I dedicated my mornings to cleaning and cooking, occasionally checking on Mama, my mother-in-law, who was actively engaged with other women. She encouraged me to sit beside her, emphasizing the importance of learning the roles and responsibilities of women during such events. The family dynamics and cultural practices unfolded as I navigated through this significant period.

Choosing not to take on the responsibility of being Izibazane was a conscious decision on my part. I didn't want to engage in practices I wasn't familiar with. However, I had made a promise to take care of my son's meals, and considering Mama's busy schedule, I realized it was a significant responsibility. Balancing cultural expectations and personal choices became a delicate.

Anele, occupied with his responsibilities, and I only connected during the night and morning, as my children clung to their big brother, anticipating the upcoming separation.

Friday arrived, marking the moment for Liyema to embark on his journey to initiation school. Throughout the day, I noticed him spending much time alone in the room he shared with Nelisa. Curious about his mood, I knocked on his door. He welcomed me in, holding his phone, which unexpectedly played one of the recorded prayers I often share with loved ones. This was the confirmation I needed. Without asking, we both knelt down in prayer, finding solace in the knowledge that he would remember to seek the Lord's guidance and protection during this significant time. A soft knock interrupted our prayer, but the visitor didn't say a word, respecting the sacred moment.

It was Anele who interrupted our prayer, wearing a smile as we rose from our knees. He informed us that Liyema was need outside, signaling that I wouldn't be able to remain close to Liyema. I hugged my son tightly before he departed, leaving me alone with Anele. He sensed my anxiety and gently reminded me not to cry, assuring me of Liyema's safe return. Concerned about Akha's demeanor, he asked me to uplift her spirits.

Despite the solemn moment, Anele lightened the mood with his humour, joking about his busy schedule and the scent of alcohol lingering on him from a sneaky drink. He kissed me before heading out, aware that his little deception about drinking would alter my mood, given my aversion to alcohol.

After comforting Akha and shifting her mood, I suggested that we join the festivities outside, embracing the celebrations and dispelling any concerns about Liyema. We decided to learn the art of ululating and the umtyityimbo dance. Laughing together, we ventured out to join the vibrant scene. The air resonated with the sounds of women beating an iron Zink, creating the energetic ingqongqo rhythm. Meanwhile, the men, including Liyema cloaked in a blanket, set off for the mountain, their voices blending in a harmonious song.