Oyama: Her Story

CHAPTER 17

The next morning, he's not in bed. I wonder where is he? I look over to my left, there's a note. 'Had to go to Marabastad, I'll be back before 8am, I love you Mmago diKolobe' I start blushing, mmago diKolobe? 'Mmago' seems close to the word Mom, I'm guessing Mmago means, Mother of. Kolobe is his clan name. My mouth starts smiling and I shake my head, hai sana. I press the note onto my forehead and just blushing. I don't like the 'Mama' thing a lot when it comes from his family, but from him... I love it. I get up and walk into the shower. Once I dry myself and put on the same dress from yesterday. I walk out the room. I look to my left then right, all I remember I'm on the second floor. I walk to the left that's the direction that, we came to his room in. I keep walking and there's more art than what I remember, this is so beautiful. It's a portrait painting of a woman's face, but only a quarter of it. Even you never told me, that's their mothers face, the tiny scar on her jaw gave it all away. The painting is even framed in glass. It must be important to them. I walk down the stairs, is there anyone here, am I all alone? They couldn't have all left could they? I get into the kitchen, I look across there's no one in the living room, looks like they are all gone, huh. I walk to the fridge, I know its rude, but I'm only getting a piece of fruit. DAMN its only now, I realize how big and massive this kitchen. White Granite, 6 plate stove, double door oven, a wide kitchen isle. The living room across is just as huge, with a huge TV, mounted onto the wall, spreading wall to wall. The sectional couch, looks like a bed too. Like I said before the home is exquisite look, but it still has a homey feel to it, the couch even has a mink carelessly draped on it, and throw pillows. The coffee table is what holds it together though, it has to be made of white granite, its so cold.

I walk back to the kitchen, it takes about 15 steps to make it across and not to mention the 2 steps that separate the kitchen to the living room. I open the fridge and it's full from top to bottom, they must love Cake, I mean there's Chocolate, Vanilla and even Caramel. I grab an Apple and walk to the tap, this is interesting, there's no sink. Just a tap, in the middle of the kitchen. There's a hole on the table, but I'm scared the water will go everywhere. I stand there, then out of nowhere, a hand just reaches across and an apple is washed. I jump away. WHAT THE HELL?!
Its just Lebohang, "U'right Mama?" he asks, with his deep voice, he's wearing a Black jersey.
I hold my hand to my chest, "Do the men of this family know, what footsteps are?" I ask panting, this boy scared me. Since he's taller than me, I nearly fainted.
He starts laughing, "Our mom complains about the same thing, we get it from our dad, don't worry you'll get used to it" I don't think I will ever get used to it, NEVER.
"Is everyone gone?" I ask. He grabs my hand and takes the apple, and washes it.
The sink or whatever, I'm looking at, actually works really well, no water on the floor or spreading around, it just falls into the hole and disappears no water streaks left.
"Its just me and Mom, and you of course" he says, then bites his apple. I start chewing mine. "Where'd the others go?" I ask.
"Marabastad"
"Oh yeah, Qhawe told me they are Marshalling, is your dad also there?"
"No dad is probably at the office, its Friday so he'll be back before 10am" he says.
"Then why go, in at all?" I ask smiling. He gives an upside down smile and shrugs his shoulders. "So you going to school?" I ask.
"Yessir, wanna take me?" he asks.
"I don't think that's a good idea..."
"Ah come on, my mom won't mind plus she's late meaning she's probably sick" he says a bit sad.

"Is she alright?" I ask concerned, Doctors instincts kicking in.
"Oh yeah, I saw her last night she has the flu, she must've asked one of the others to take me but they couldn't" he says.
Oh shit, they were so busy, they forgot, Damn, "They let you drive?" he shakes his head.
"You know how to?" I ask.
He nods, "Grab your bag, lets go" he walks off, smiling. I walk downstairs, this is the only place, I know where to go because, it's the place his mom took me and the guns are all stuck in my head.

That interview with Qhawe pushing the camera was 3 years ago, so he was probably 14 at the time, poor kid is probably scared about losing his mom every time she gets the slightest feverish. She looked fine last night, maybe he's just seeing things. When I'm downstairs, I look at all the cars parked neatly in reverse. I mean WOW. There's 2 Rolls Royce, the one we came in yesterday and the one I saw at the airport, Mercedes Maybach's, Range Rover's, Bently's and other brands. The Legend 50 is gone, it's the only car missing from all the cars, it was the only car I remember seeing yesterday. WOW, they are so blessed. I mean I know how they got their wealth was wrong, but God doesn't bless like this, unless you deserve it. Plus, Qhawe told me his father was thrown onto the streets at 14, then raised by the woman also called Oyama, until she passed away when they were 16. After that they were on their own. In life, its Survival of the fittest always been. It's the law of the Jungle. But who the Hell throws a child onto the street at 14, he's still a baby technically.
Lebohang stands to my side, again why is there no footsteps.
"Ready?" I ask, he nods, "Which car do we take?"
"Which do you like?" he asks, again with that deep voice for a 17-year-old he sounds like a grown man, even looks like one or maybe its because he's taller than me.
"You're driving so whatever you decide" I say.
He looks at me confused, "You said you know how to drive right?" he nods and his smiles gets huge. He pulls me, and we walking past the arrangement of cars. We are standing in front of a Red Lamborghini. It's the only Red car all the others are Black. Why do I feel like I'm making a big mistake letting him choose. He looks at me, I nod slowly my eyes wide open. This is definitely a mistake. He walks to the Driver's side and tosses his bag into the passangers. Then gets in the Drivers, I get in the passengers.