MaKhumalo Wami

Chapter 1!

Remoratile

I am being waken up by the annoying sound of the alarm, I yawn and rub my eyes as I walk to the outside toilet to go do my business, walking carefully making sure I don't wake up any of my sisters. I walk back inside after washing my hands and I pour water into the urn for us all to bath. I begin with my breakfast making motogo wa mabele I know my dad loves this dish

Before I continue with my story let me introduce myself I am Remoratile Masweu a 23 year old graduate at Stellenboch University, this year I just want time all to myself to complete my articles and find a proper job so I can help my parents. I come from a low class family, my mom used to be a domestic worker before the times of covid 19 and due to the virus she had been fired. My dad never really worked but he always made sure we go to bed fed even though it is the bare minimum of brown bread and butter, me and my siblings always appreciate his and mom's efforts.

I have 3 beautiful sisters and one sister from my father's past marriage, she can be quite handful.
Oratile (17), Keneilwe (15), Goitseone (3) and my step sister Mbali(20).
We are 7 living in a 3 room, 1 bathroom (even thought the toilet doesn't flush that's why we use the outside toilet) and a kitchen and lounge area. We reside in the dusty roads of Rusternburg in a very small village. Okay enough about me let me finish off my breakfast before my grumpy mom wakes up.

I go outside to sweep the yard, just then I see a Lamborghini Urus in mate black with tilted windows and a Bentley of the same colour parked behind it at the gate. Go diragala eng go fa? I ask myself, visitors already? Mind you I am wearing my ANC oversized shirt with biker shorts and flip flops, who could this be at the crack of dawn, when I reach the gate to go open up I hear my mom yell at me "Remo tloga fo!Tsena ka mo ntloung ofelletse, ofisa motogo! " (step away from the gate! Your breakfast is burning) , Hebanna mosadi mogolo yanong ke mang atlo go bula Gate? I step inside and finish off but there is this bad feeling I have that I can't quite point out but let's just hope it's nothing. I call my my beste maat Anathi.

"Heyy Tsala!" (friend) I say.
"Maata ware dintsang?"(wassup friend) she ask
"Auuwa ase selo honale Di koloi nyana byana di parkile ko gate'ing ya gesu wa di bona? "(no it's nothing it's just these cars parked outside my home can you see them?) Anathi lives opposite my home "Wena hape ke Di lebeletsi kare maybe Mbali o kreile sengwe nyana sa bo sugar daddy" (I've been looking at them and I thought maybe Mbali got herself a sugar daddy) I laugh my ass of this girl is crazy honestly. The conversation goes on I tell her about this bad feeling I have. My mom waltz in my roo- well me and my sisters room holding a bucket of steamy hot water and tells me to quickly bath and wear decent clothes as we have visitors. Nare ba special kang, le gona why go hlapa nna kele one? Do I even have anything to wear, Yoh re tla bona ko pele waitsi.
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