When You're Bound To Love

Chapter 23

When I arrived in PE, my mother was waiting at the airport for me. I collected my bag and went to her. I couldn't keep the tears in any longer. My eyes were stinging from all that. Mama: "hey baby." she hugged me and I broke down in her arms. Mama: "oh sanalwam. What happened." I didn't even know what just happened. It just hurt everywhere. Mama: "shhhh...its okay my love. Let's go." she took me to the car and we went back to her hotel room. Mama: "You're not hungry?" I shook my head. Mama: "talk to me sweetheart." Me: "I want my dad." I sobbed. Mama: "okay, he's on his way baby." she hugged me again, rocking me back and forth. Mama: "its going to be alright my baby." Me: "I just feel like dying ma." Mama: "no man in this world has the right to make you feel that way. You're not going to keep on with that mentality. He doesn't deserve your downfall. Come sthandwa. Here's a panado for a headache. Take a bit of a nap." I took the pill and got into bed. Mama: "I'm here for you my baby. I always will be." Me: "thank you mama. I appreciate you" I sniffed. She kissed my forehead.

FLASHBACK**

School had become a lovely environment. I changed from my old one to a new one in town. I had many friends also. I was doing my grade 9 and very well too. In my classroom, there were 10 girls and 6 boys only. Which meant fight. The girls liked to confront each other about who's boyfriend was who. I sat back always and watched with Lisa. My new best friend. It was Friday, lunch break. I went to the tuck shop with my pocket money I'd collected during the week and bought myself a pie and cooldrink. Then a chocolate for mom and dad to share. If I had more money I'd buy two, but I didn't so... I went to our spot and sat down eating. Lisa came. Lisa: "Not too messy. Brandon is looking." she wiped my mouth with a tissue. Brandon was the dork of the class. Let me rephrase, School. He wore big glasses and had freckles on his cheeks. His eyes were light crystal blue and he had blonde hair. Plus braces on his teeth. Which ruined the whole thing along with the glasses. So, actually I didn't really care, I ate my pie. Lisa: "You are so hopeless. Listen, I'm going to the tuck shop. I'll be back." she ran to the tuck shop. After break, we hopped all the way to class, singing. Teacher: "okay, listen up guys. We have an Arts and Culture play next week. And its for marks." Lisa: "What's the play about?" Teacher: "The birth of Jesus." she smiled. Lisa: "But its November." Teacher: "Yes it is." Lisa: "Jesus was born on Christmas." Teacher: "Will you be at school on Christmas smarty pants?" the class laughed. I didn't. She was my friend plus it wasn't that funny. Teacher: "okay. So any volunteers for Joseph?" some boy in class yelled: "Brandon!!!" the whole class laughed again. I didn't see what was so funny again. Teacher: "alright, Brandon? You okay with that?" he nodded. Teacher: "great! Mary? Who's our Mary?" I lifted my hand. I loved Mary in the Bible. Teacher: "amazing!" I smiled shyly. Lisa: "what! You're married to Brandon? Eeeww." she whispered. Me: "what's so eew about him? You're the one who kept making sure I don't mess on myself for him." Lisa: "Does that mean you do like him?" Me: "No." the teacher took down everyone's names. We had a play to rehearse. For Grade 9 pupils it would've seemed a bit stupid. But, this is for marks and I promised my dad I would pass. After school, I waited outside for him. Brandon was waiting for his dad too. Lisa had left with her older brother in Grade 12. I wish I had an older brother. Brandon: "You look pretty, Nkosi." Me: "Thank you. But Nkosi is a boy name. I'm Siphosenkosi. Call me Spho." Brandon: "can I call you Mary?" I laughed. Now that was funny. Me: "Absolutely not." Brandon: "Okay, Spho it is." Me: "Can I touch your hair?" he smiled. Brandon: "Yeah. I wash it everyday." I giggled and brushed through the soft curls of a white boy's hair. I took out my brush and pushed it back. He didn't seem to mind. We chatted about school, a lot about Social sciences class. Me: "hey, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Brandon: "I want to be a doctor. Like my dad. He's really smart." Me: "Mine too! He's also a doctor." Brandon: "That's great. We should be doctors too. Just to make them proud." Me: "Yeah, I want to be a baby doctor." Brandon: "That would suit you. I want to heal broken hearts." Me: "A heart doctor?" Brandon: "Yeah. A heart doctor. There's your dad." I looked behind me and waved. Me: "Come say hi." we went to the car. Khaya: "Hello." Brandon: "Hello Spho's dad." Khaya: "Are you waiting for your dad? I can call him for you and give you a lift." Brandon: "Yes please sir, that would be nice." Khaya: "Get in guys." we got in the car and my dad called Brandon's dad. He agreed to the lift and we took him home. Brandon: "Bye Spho, and Spho's dad." Khaya: "Bye boy." Me: "Bye Brandon." he ran to his house and we went home.