The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 151

SASA'S POV_

I stared at him. Is Mzingeli insane? I looked at him, amused.

Me: "I don't know if I heard you correctly. You said I must do what?"

Mzi: "You heard me."

Me: "I'm not a killer Mzingeli and I won't start now. Hire an assassin. Better yet, why don't you do it?"

Mzi: "I can't, I have Sikhosana blood. It's not murder in the eyes of the ancestors, it's sending her over-"

Me: "I don't care. I'm not a killer and especially not your grandmother who is a w i t c h and can sense me. Not happening."

Mzi: "You'll only be ending her suffering."

Me: "Yes, but then I'll be a murderer. Then I'll need someone to end MY suffering because I'll be suffering from trauma. Imagine killing a human being? No you're not well."

Mzi: "Your husband can wipe your memory." I stared at him.

Me: "No sir. Good luck though."

Mzi: "This is for your family Thembis-"

Me: "NO. I have done enough!! When do I get to live my life? Everyday, everyday, it must be ancestors and family? You know being here has given me time to think. If I truly died, what can I say I did for myself? I just got married. That's all. Everything else I've done, is for everyone else. At some stage, these ancestors are mean. They have power, why can't they send lightening and kill her? Why must I do it? Why must I always be their sacrificial lamb? No."

Mzi: "I understand how you feel. A heavy role has been placed on your shoulders and at such a young age too. I understand."

Me: "But you still want me to do it. So you don't really understand, do you?"

Mzi: "I do." He walked out. I couldn't even finish my food. This was not even a little bit fair. It was just too much. I mixed my water in the bucket and took off my dress to wash my body. I was really looking forward to being inside a bath tub and scrubbing my body. Yes, there was a soap here but it was unscented. I was just clean not smelling pretty, nothing like that. After washing, I wore a clean warm dress. I don't know from whom Mzingeli stole these but they were good quality warm dresses. Maybe even a little stylish. I washed my hair and wrapped it in the previous dress to dry for a few minutes. I threw out my water in the toilet and washed the bucket with the remaining. I went out of the cave, the sun had just set and darkness loomed but lanterns were put up all around. The children were singing happily, sitting together. The men sat around them having their drink. The ladies were fixing dinner. I felt so awkward to just go sit with the men, at the same time do I really want to go to the ladies that don't like me? I just can't wait to be home. My heart ached for my kind friends. Girls who wouldn't dare look at you funny, girls that help anyone that needs it and take care of everyone. I blinked back my tears walking over to them.

Me: "Ndingancedisa phi?" (Where can I help?) Not one of them responded. Every bone in me was telling me to go back into the cave but I took one of the knives available and started chopping the vegetables. They looked at me for a bit and went back to work. They weren't even talking amongst themselves. I continued quietly as well, thinking about my home. Not Mountain Peak, Mthinomkhulu. I don't know why but I did miss my village suddenly. When there's a ceremony in one of the homes, the women of the village came together to chop vegetables and cook to help the family. It was a nice time to bond and chat about anything, most of the times, even gossip. After chopping the vegetables and seeing none left to be chopped, I started washing the utensils and bowls used. All food was on the fire, cooking. The ladies walked out the cooking station. One remained behind rinsing the dishes I'm washing. She kept checking on the pots and stirring. I was finished with the washing now.