"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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"𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙸? Uphi and what is the purpose of a cellphone if you won't even get back to me?" I half yell via voice note, peeving Sakhile about his whereabouts.
"Nanga, I want to go home now," Nova whines. I swallow the thick air that has formed in my throat before securing her in her car seat, courtesy of her "Baba". One thing about Qaphela, he made sure that every single member of the family was straight. He didn't mind going above and beyond for everyone, including people from mine and Ayize's side of the family.
After cueing mine and Sakhile's playlist, I pull out of the pre-school parking lot. Throughout the entire drive, Nova hilariously sulks about my deep house music being boring.
We finally pull up to Ayize's or should I say "my" place, about 30 minutes later. With the way things have been between Ayize and I, I might as well find my own place to stay. It's only a matter of time before she throws the fact that I've been living in her property, in my face. You never know what to expect from Ayize.
We make it into the house and as I suspected, most of the food is spoiled. That's what happens when you spend an entire week emjolweni. The smell of old chicken, beef and an odd combination of rotten vegetables has spread throughout the entire house.
The garbage bag that I usually tied together did nothing to help with the odour. Fortunately, no worms nor flies have formed yet, but I'm pretty sure they would've if I had put the task off another day or so.
"Fashion Nova, go watch something on your iPad while I clean up here. We'll leave in less than ten minutes or so to fetch Ahluma from Makhulu's. I just need to spray down the trash can and put some new air freshener in the plug-ins, okay?" I inform her, knowing that she couldn't give two fucks about me cleaning up.
"Okay, Nanga!" she replies chirpily.
From where the municipal bin is located, I have a full view of the kitchen door, so there are no worries about leaving her alone on my end.
"I'm stepping outside to toss this. I'll be right back."
"Okay, Nanga!" annoyed with my constant talking, she snaps. All Nova ever cared about was Ahluma and that iPad in front of her. Opening the door with my free hand, I take one more look at my partner's daughter as she sits on a kitchen stool with the iPad up to her face.
As I turn my neck toward the front, I feel my entire face heat from the insanely hard blow that it receives. In utter shock, I have no time to gather myself before another one follows, sending me tumbling over the bag in my hand and to the ground. Before I can even hit the pavement, I feel my fresh island twists being pulled from the scalp and another blow meeting my torso. Everything around me is a blur.
