I grasped Mgani's shoulders, shaking her gently. "Mgani, wake up! Please!.....Baba"
No response.
I shook her harder, desperation creeping in.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the family rushed in.
Aunt Nombulelo, Aunt Zinhle, and Aunt Maria entered, followed by Uncles Themba, Xolani, Mzwandile, and Bhekinkosi. They were all my grandmother's children. My grandparents had 9 kids including my dad and my late Uncle,Sipho(Spider)
Aunt Maria's gaze locked onto me, accusation flashing in her eyes.
"Wenzani kumama?" she spat. ( What did you do to my mother?)
Mgani lay motionless, unresponsive.
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Nothing, Aunt Maria! I didn't do anything!"
Aunt Maria strode closer, her voice rising.Ungangiqambi amanga! Kwenzenjani?"(Don't lie to me! What happened?)
She snatched my shacket, holding it up
"Yini lokhu? Umenzeleni umama ?" (What's this? What did you do to my mother?)
Uncle Mzwandile intervened.
"Maria, yehlisa umoya. Asazi ukuthi kwenzakalani."
(Maria, calm down. We don't know what's going on.)Aunt Maria's face twisted in anger "Uyamvikela? Uyena obhekene nesimo sikaMama!" (You're defending her? She's responsible for Mother's condition!)
Uncle Xolani stepped forward.
"Asisheshe sifinyelele eziphethweni. Kudingeka sithole ukuthi kwenzekeni." (Let's not jump to conclusions. We need to find out what happened.)
Aunt Maria's glare never left me.
"Ngizofika ekugcineni kwalokhu" (I'll get to the bottom of this.)
Aunt Nombulelo intervened.
"Kwanele! Lokhu akumsizi uMama. Kumele sehlise umoya". (Enough! This isn't helping Mother. We need to calm down.)
Aunt Maria's voice cut through the tension.
"Ngizobiza abadala bazothatha uMelo size sithole ukuthi kwenzakalani".(I'll call the elders to come and take Melo away until we figure out what's going on.)The uncles and aunts began arguing, their voices escalating.
The room spun around me as the argument intensified.
Aunt Maria's accusations cut deep.
I felt helpless, trapped.
Tears streamed down my face, and my body shook uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Smelo rushed into the room wrapping her arms around me.
"I didn't do anything!" I sobbed.
Smelo guided me away from the chaos.
"Asisuke lapha." (Let's get out of here)she whispered.
We stumbled into the hallway, leaving the argument behind.
Smelo held me close.
"Ukahle?" (Are you good?) she asked softly.
"I just want Mgani to wake up," I cried.
Her grip tightened.
"She will, Twinny. She has to."
As we stepped into the hallway, I collided with a firm chest.
My dad's concerned face came into focus.
"Hlehle!" he exclaimed, catching me by the shoulders.
I tried to hide my tears, but he saw them.
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