Maid For Marriage

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My mother came rushing into the room as she heard my screams. "Mama! Please! Please!" I begged. "Doctor, what's going on!" I looked up at Senzo, and he had tears streaming down his face. I looked up at the ceiling and started screaming. "What have I done! Why do you keep taking my children! Baba, if it is you, please! I did you no harm. My only sin was being born a girl!" I pleaded with my dead father but nothing.

"Mama! If you can hear me please! Save my child! I brought you home! Please bring back my baby! Mama, please! Whatever Baba is doing on the other side, don't let it succeed! Please, Mama! Please! Please! Please! I'm begging you." I didn't know what else to do. So, I started shouting out my  mother's clan names. I wanted her to hear me, but it didn't seem to work. I just cried in my husband's arms.

"Baby! Mamakhe!" I cried harder. "Thandi listen! Listen dammit!" He shook me until I stopped screaming. Was that... no way. "Can you hear it?" I blinked. "I must be dreaming." My mother pinched my arm, and I screamed. "Ah!"
"You're not dreaming, princess. Your mother heard your plea." I started crying, but this time for a different reason. "Babakhe, is that our baby?" He nodded. "She's crying." He nodded again. "She's crying, Mamakhe."

I wanted to see and hold her so badly, but the doctors had to make sure she was okay. We just had to wait. I thanked my mother as I waited. Finally! Finally, my luck turned. The doctor came out with a bay wrapped in a blanket. "Mrs Dlamini, Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy." She handed me my crying baby. She was so beautiful and she had so much hair already. I couldn't keep it in. I cried again. "Wait..." I said, and everybody looked at me. "Did you say boy?" Everyone's heads snapped towards the doctor. "Did she say boy?" I asked my midwife, who nodded with tears in her eyes. Senzo screamed and shouted for joy. He shouted his clan praises and thanked his ancestors. There weren't people in this world who were happier than the two of us. I had a healthy breathing and crying baby. I couldn't believe it. And neither could the rest of the family. 

We had to stay at the hospital a little bit longer than usual. The doctors were very concerned about our babies health since his brain didn't get oxygen for over two minutes. He was okay, but they didn't know how it would affect his development in the long run. We were advized to to not have any visitors for the first couple of months. Gogo and my mother got a full medical checkup and got the needed vaccines as they would be staying with us to help out. The family didn't like the news, but we got it in writing from the doctor and sent it to everyone. They realized how serious it was and promised to stay away.

"Mamakhe."
"Babakhe." I was feeding my little boy. He ate so much I had to breastfeed and bottle feed him. "We need to name him. We can just keep calling him the baby." I laughed. "I know. I've been thinking about it. How about Simangaliso." It ment miracle. Senzo face lit up. "I had a name in mind, but that's perfect. I love it. Simangaliso Dlamini." We agreed on the name. "Wait, what was your name? Maybe we can use it for a second name."
"Nkosana because he's the families prince. The heir to the throne." I giggled. "You like being dramatic, but I like it. Simangaliso Nkosana Dlamini. I love it, Baba." We loved the names, and both agreed on it.

It was time to go home, and I needed to get him dressed, but when I pulled the clothes out of the bag, I pulled out a pink outfit. The one I chose for my baby to be buried in. "Mamakhe, don't cry. He can wear pink just for today. Your mother and Gogo went to raid all the shops already. He has enough boy clothes at home." I shook my head and wiped my tears. "This is the clothes I was planning to have the baby burried in. He can't wear this. It'll only bring us bad luck." I tried putting my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. "It's okay, baby. I'll go out and get him something fit for a king. Let's put this away."

Luckily, we were close to a mall. I don't know how he did it, but he got an outfit, blankets, and replaced the bag and everything in it. He even got a new carseat, which we forgot about in all the madness. We had him loaded in the carseat, and I was about to sit down in the wheelchair but I couldn't. "Baby, are you okay?" I shook my head.