MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

THE JOURNEY OF ZAMA DLALA

THE JOURNEY OF ZAMA DLADLA
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO  

Bab’Dlala has been tossing and turning throughout the night. He sits up straight, and his wife is wide awake. Scared as he is, he greets either way.  
“Mkami?” He trying to reach out for her hand, but she yanks his hands off weakly. They searched for Zama in every possible corner they could think of.  
“I want my child, baba. This is all your fault! If you had been talking to her, she wouldn't have run away.” She sobs painfully.  
“What if something bad happens to her and the child she is carrying?” She blows her nose with the night gown she is wearing. “I will not forgive you if she loses my first grandchild.” She catches herd breath by taking it deep and slowly gets off the bed. Bab Dladla shuts his eyes and allows his sorrows to sink.  He is deeply hurt by his wife’s words. He knows very well that his wife has been wanting to have a child. With Zama’s child on the way – he knows for a fact that this child will her hers and the way she has been talking lately, she is indeed excited from the depth of her heart. He can't take that away from her.  He is not going to work today until he sorts this out. He takes a deep breath and gets off the bed, too. He started by making the bed – knowing his wife. She will be on strike today. He shall prepare his stomach for fasting. After fixing the bed, he tidies up around their bedroom. Satisfied that the room is now clean enough. He changes from his sleepwear to his garden clothes. He would rather keep busy outside in the sun than face his wife's wrath. He hates it when she cries. And right now, he prefers not to see her fragile face. He sneaks out of the house. The yard needs no work, honestly. It was done just days back. Mayb if he goes out and looks for his daughter, where will he even start? Luisa lives down the road. He walks out of the gate, and he can feel something boring on his back. He will not turn as he knows that it’s his wife. He goes down the road with a heavy heart. There is someone in the yard. Hopefully, Luisa is available. He knocks on the door, and her mother opens. She frowns, looking at him.
“Makhi...” She greets.  
“Sisi. Have you, by chance, seen my daughter?” he asks with his hands clasped. No greetings!
“I haven't seen her for quite some time now. What happened?" She asks, opening the door wider. Woman and gossip! She wants to step out wanting to hear more.  
“No. It’s nothing. Thank you.” He rushes off. He shouldn't have come here. Now, the entire neighborhood will know that his daughter is missing. He goes back home feeling defeated.  Luisa's house was his last hope. Shoulders slumbered. This is weighing him down.
“Where are you?” he asks himself. Right then, his phone rang. He does not like the caller. He stops walking, answers, and then keeps quiet.  
“Don't look for her. She is home.” Just like that. He feels his intestines knotting. Every part of his body is weak. He can't take this. How will he share the news with his wife? He lets out a deep sigh and continues to walk. Now, he must find a way to break the news to his wife. He finds her standing outside. Surely, she was waiting for him. Her eyes bring hope seeing him, but her heart shatters in disappointment.  
“Dlala, did you find her?” She questions in a shaky voice. Dlala holds his wife's hand and leads her inside the house. He makes her sit on the couch and sits beside her. That tired, deep breath! Is not she is looking for.
“Where is my daughter?” She asks. He pops his knuckles nervously. He has no other option but to share the details.  
“It’s time.” He never knew it would hurt this much.  
She keeps quiet for a second. “Ho... how do you know?” Her voice is barely audible.  
“I got a call from...” He is breathing patten change.  
“No. It can't be. It’s too soon, baba.” She cries out loud, failing to breathe. Dlala rushes beside her and pats her back. That does not seem to be working. He runs to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and helps her drink. She takes a few sips and pushes the glass off her mouth, making it slip through Dlala’s hands and scatter on the floor.  
“What is my daughter does not come back?” She asks. The whole room is spinning. This should never have happened. It was not supposed to happen. “She is too young for this. On top of that, she is pregnant. She needs her mother's love and support, not some initiation school”!
“She will be back.” With not so much certainty. He takes a deep breath and sighs.  
“I don't know, Baba. I am just worried about the child she is carrying. What if she loses it and...”  
“God will be with her, Mkami.” He makes her head lie on his chest. She keeps brushing her back until she is calm enough.  
“I guess I have to trust him enough.” He says in a sad tone. He kisses her forehead, making her smile. She's calm now. He wonders for how long.
“I am too old for that Baba.” She tries pulling off from the embrace, but he holds her tight. His emotions and feelings still work. He hasn't had some for quite some time now. He clears his throat, trying to keep his member down, but keeps rising every second he gets. He kisses the top of her head again and sniffs her hair. He used to love this; he still loves it. He used to do this all morning until his wife got sick with an unknown sickness. Even the family witch doctor failed to diagnose his wife.
“Mkami...” His voice is husky. “I think I should take you to the bedroom. You must be tired.”  
She looks at the watch on the wall and smiles. She knows her husband too well. She stands up and leaves him still seated. Maybe this will be just a good distraction that they both need. She takes off her clothing, lays naked on the bed, and waits for him. She is growing impatient. The man should have been here a long time ago. Finally, the man of the hour is here.
“I have been waiting for you.” She says, sitting straight up. She feels stupid. She shouldn't have. Maybe he finds her unattractive. She has lost so much weight that it’s hard for her body to recover. She still gets chest pain sometimes; she is energy less. She still faces difficulties in breathing. She still has panic attacks. A ping of pain takes over. She quickly grabs the robe she was wearing and tries putting it on, but her husband beats her into it. He grabs the robe and throws it on the floor.
“What are you doing? Usafuna ukugqoka amafinyila?” He asks.
“Putting my clothes back on. I think...” Tears pile up. She feels embarrassed. She thought that maybe her husband also wanted this. That, maybe they need each other.  
“I was still admiring your beauty. Never had that chance when you were still sick.” He says and steps closer. His smile widens. He has always loved his wife. As skinny as she is now – he sees beyond that. The perfection of a survivor.  
“Lisaphila ikhekhe lakoDlala?” He hasn't eaten, and he is starving. He takes off his pants and leaves his trunk on.  
“Take off the jersey, too.” His wife reminds him. He takes it off and throws it on the floor, including the trunk. One look from his wife he quickly picks his clothes from the floor and puts them in the basket. He gets on the bed, getting on top of her in-between her legs. He fiddles with her dry core until it is moist enough for him to slide in. He is hard as a rock.  He places the tip in. He slides in slowly. That feeling. It's a dance of desire, rhythm, and fire. It's feeling the pulse quicken, the heart race, and the anticipation build with each touch. Her warms hands are rubbing his back. He has missed this, them. It's about connecting deeply with his wife, exploring passion and pleasure together. From the moment of intimacy to the crescendo of release, it's an experience that leaves them breathless and satisfied. He closes his eyes, and his body is shaking in pleasure. Every slow thrust brings with it waves of pleasurable sensations. His breathing is on a high note. He feels a strong tension on the base of his penis. He keeps the thrusts and strong. After a few seconds, he feels earth-shattering orgasm. Ropes of jiss blast out. The sensation of the orgasm spreads out to his whole body. He goes faster as he spreads his seeds inside of her. After some time of intense pleasure, he comes back to his senses. He pulls out quickly with his cum dripping all over.  
“Mkami..” He was lost in the moment; He had completely forgotten that she is weak.
“I am fine.” She says after a few breaths release. He takes a deep breath and smiles.  
“I thought I had killed you.” He jokes. MaDlala tries getting out of the bed, but she is weak. “You made me work too much. Now, my body is weak.” Dlala chucks while dressing up. He dresses up while his cock still dripping of his cum. He loves it when he smells like his own cum. He helps his wife get cleaned up and helps her dress.  
“I want to rest.” She gets back to bed and immediately goes to sleep. Dlala puts a blanket on her and walks out of the bedroom, closing it. Now that his head is clear enough, hopefully, he will be able to think clearly about his daughter. Her bedroom door is still open. Paper bags are still lying on the bed. He emotionally smiles and tidies up. She will be back. That is his one only child that he has had since the ancestors refused to allow his wife to carry his seed. He takes a deep breath as his eyes are occupied by tears. He hates that he is feeling weak. Men don't cry. Wouldn't his father choose him at least or anyone in their family for that matter? This is too deep, and it hurts each second.
“Remember me, lord.” He says with his chest heavy. Another deep breath following. His emotions are not in check. He tidied up and closed her bedroom door. Maybe he shouldn't have been in her bedroom in the first place. Now he is an emotional rack!

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Zama is really shitting me now. I have been trying to get hold of her without luck. I tried again for the last time, and her phone rang unanswered. I toss my phone on the side and get off the bed. I swear if Sithembiso has done something to Zama – I will kill him slowly.  
“You have a visitor.” The warden tells me. I honestly have no energy for this. I drag myself. Even if I say no. I will be forced either way to be out of this cell. I follow the warden, and the white man is here. He is alone today. He is typing on his phone non-stop. He lifts his eyes, and his eyes land on me. He locks his phone and throws it in his pocket.  
“Have a sit.” I do as told. The warden stands a few meters away from us. The way that they communicate with their eyes.  
“I just have one question. I keep going back to the clip of that day. How did you manage to delete the evidence?” Is he really asking me that question? I chuck, shaking my head. He can not be serious. So, he wasted my time for this? I feel like they enjoy this routine of theirs, which is starting to bore me.
“I was fiddling with the codes, and it happened that it got deleted. It was a mistake, I swear.” I say. I wish I could go back and undo what I did. But it was too late.  
“Will I be arrested?” I whisper.
“Don't be stupid. Are you not already arrested?" He eyebrows snapped.
"It’s just that we failed to delete that clip as the security was tight. Sthembiso worked day in and day out to wipe everything but failed completely. Make me understand. How did you pull this off?” He asks again.  
“Honestly. I don’t know. But what I do know is there were encryption codes that needed to be unlocked for you to reach the video. It’s like someone locked it, making sure no one gets to have access to it.” I see his side smile and nod his head.
“You a star.” He says, standing up. “Your equipment will arrive later this evening. You will have to sign a disclosure to brotherhood.”  
“I have no say in all of this? I have a pregnant girlfriend and a family at home.” I say with a lump in my throat.  
“To tell you the truth. You were a target. Sthembiso had to ensure that you were always safe. He followed in a distance. Him being arrested was set up just to be close to you. The people that were after you are now dead, making you off the hook. He just had to keep you close – but it all comes from a good place, trust me.”
“So, him roughing me up also comes from a good place. I was beaten up for no reason.”  I say. He laughs.  
“He is just mad that someone is above IQ level. Don't mind him, but smell the coffee and wake up. We sacrifice a lot for our families. We do the undo’s because of greed. Money is never enough for us. Sign the deal, and your life will always be safe.” He tells me, I understand him. I knew what I was doing came with consequences, so I am not surprised.  
“I can't get hold of my girlfriend. What if she is being kidnapped? I am just stressed because she is pregnant.”
“I will have someone look into it, and I will get back to you this afternoon.” He stretches out for his hand. I stand up and nervously stretch my mind, too. “Welcome to brotherhood.”
A welcome that is better than that he goat Sthembiso. At least this man, you can have a conversation with him without being belittled. I take a deep breath and wait for whatever is being delivered and the news of my girlfriend being safe and sound. I even wish to send my father to her house at this point. But that will be utter disrespect. Will have to wait for Romeo. I trust him, somehow.