the name is Imani

chapter 14

17:00

Buhle and I are just now coming back from town. We did a whole lot of shopping, using my card.

How do I still have so much money you may ask? My dad used to send me 40k allowance each month since three years ago. Each months, I'd only use about 10k so I still have a lot of money to spare for a while.

We park the car and get out. Only to bump into Nkosi's beautiful mother, fuming. Zizwe comes over and stands next to me. His presence is so warm.

N's mom: is this the time to come back to your in-laws house, Buhle?! huh?! I don't blame you, it's this girl. she is feeding you nonsense and bringing in new, horrible habits into my house. she's even wearing pants in my home, who raised you?
Me: with all due respect, ma. I will not tolerant any comment directed to the woman who raised.
N's mom: so I must just let you dress like a jezebel in my house?
Me: ma, that's not what I am saying.
N's mom: what are you saying?
Me: ma...
Zizwe: ma, let it be.
N's mom: keep quiet, Zizwe.
Zizwe: ma. please stop this.
N's mom: today, my own son is telling me off because of this girl that has no values and no morals.
Zizwe: ma, I asked you to let this go! so please, let this matter settle already. Imani, go change.

He says in a stern voice and oh! Baby! That was so sexy, I don't want to lie. It literally makes me want to submit so I head to the house where I change the pants and wear a long black skirt instead. I also change my sneakers and wear fluffy black slides.

Buhle walks in with the things we bought and we have our own little fashion show to life our spirits.

Nkosikhona's mother really dislikes me and I'm okay with it to be honest. Even if I marry Nkosikhona, I'm marrying Nkosikhona and not his mother.

Buhle: come on, cheer up. I don't like you but you bought me designer so I don't want to see you sad and all. so stop moping and tell me how I look.
Me: you look beautiful..

She really does. Her little petite body looks so beautiful in these clothes.

Me: let me go and get started on the pots.

I leave her in the room to clean up while I head to the kitchen to cook. Nkosi walks into the kitchen and greets me before settling on one of the chairs. I turn around and look at him.

Me: when were you going to tell me the truth?
Nkosi: about what?
Me: that Lonwabo is your son and Buhle is your wife?
Nkosi: baby, look...

His mother walks in before he can even say anything so he stops and I turn back around to focus on my pots. I am making soft porridge again because this is a deep Zulu household and they love their soft porridge.

I also fry some chicken to go with it. I also make gravy and Greek salad, also the salad from last night to go with it.

Around 18:00, I dish up and serve everyone. We eat dinner over light conversations. Or rather, they are talking and I'm silent.

I can't speak to Nkosi, he's a liar. I can't speak to his mother, she's evil so I'll just keep my mouth shut.

Zizwe: yoh, this food is so good.

He's not lying. I really cook some good meals, my grandmother used to always tell me that I have magical hands and that everything I cook tastes heavenly. My dad used to say the same, Ntonto would even have seconds.

Me: thank you.
N's mom: it's not bad.

I know she's just trying to hurt me so I ignore her existence.

Buhle: no, it's really good. I think I want seconds.
Zizwe: why? are you pregnant again?

He says while laughing and Buhle slaps him at the back of his head with a smile on her face.