"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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"𝚀𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙰 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 treating Nofoto," Sakhile mumbles, disturbing my peace of mind. We're currently at Bab'Thuthu's home to discuss the events that transpired in the past chaotic week, including the issue with Uyanda. Sakhile being a snitch, went ahead to tell my mother about the heated quarrel we all engaged in the other day.
"Hmm," I jeeringly hum.
"Pass the ball dickhead!" Sakhile spitefully yells at me. With the same energy, I throw it past him.
"Mfethu, leave that bitchy stuff for the bitches and ball the fuck up!" Zamo, our cousin comments, obviously ready to play. The one thing we all enjoyed together, is a game of pick-up. From childhood, it was fun most of the time, yet a good way for us to let out our aggression and get what we had to get off, off our chest.
"Nixabene na? Yin'ndaba cheeseboy?" our other cousin, Nhlanhla, questions Sakhile, getting the ball and passing it to Zamo. They'd always teased him for "having it easy" in life.
"Angithi igrootman lenu is a pussy! Imomozi!" Instantaneously, I shove Sakhile and we start tussling. Zamo and Nhlanhla jump in it. I spot Babomncane throw his head back annoyance.
"Fuck!" Sakhile cusses, spitting out blood. "I'm just saying Qaphela... she's been miserable ever since. Granted, her anger was misdirected, but why can't you just talk to her?" he taunts further.
"Ngizok'phinda wena! Follow me!" I command, tugging at his shirt, pulling him away from everyone. Reaching my car in the driveway, I spark up a blunt with him gawking at me. "Bamba la." I cough handing Sakhile the blunt.
"Man! Azithi cousin la kuwe." He laughs. "But for real. Why can't you tell her, everything?"
"Because I don't even know what to tell her! Angazi Sakhile! Not even you knew about this mental shit. So how in God's name am I supposed to share issues of the past with my wife? How do I tell my wife something I barely acknowledge? Ngikhathele! I'm tired of all of you wanting me to talk."
"If you would tell us that! You act like everybody can read your mind. You don't have to act tough all the time."
"Yea well, I don't have to be a pussy all the time." I shrug. "Your words, not mine," I deride, simultaneously cracking the both of us up.
"Qaphela, I love you. We all do. Don't push her away."
Silence.
"I just want to give her everything. Anything she wants...but I don't know how to give her the worst part of myself. What if...what if she thinks..."
"She's not going to think shit Qaphela, I guarantee it. You and Nanga have boxed her as being judgemental whereas she's anything but that. She can't help but worry about her loved ones. Yes, her approach isn't good, especially for a healthcare professional. But that's just her way of expressing her worry. Like the time she secretly wired me R120k because we had to go clubbing with that Lebogile bitch, the one with the raw bbl. She was celebrating her birthday and I wanted my Nanga to enjoy her time without being sponsored by big-bellied ballers," he chatters absentmindedly, not counting his words.
