Yibanathi

🧡Part 57🧡

Thembekile
Zondo Household

"Bafana seriously?!"

I shout loud enough for the children to hear who happen to be right in the next room. Bafana and I have been arguing over the phone as well as in the house over the past few days. Bafana is behaving funny and my car has not arrived up till this day.

"Thembi please man you are making noise!"

Junior shouts while walking with Ntokozo. I even forgot he was in this house with the way he has been going out these days. The nerve he has to say I am making noise in my own house. I am just so annoyed I just hang up while following Junior to where he disappeared too.

"Junior who do you think you are?"

I ask him with a straight face because what is he doing in front of the children.

"A person."

He casually answers.

"Excuse me...how dare you disrespect me in my own house worse in front of a child?"

I ask him while folding my arms.

"Thembekile ububanga umsindo."
[Thembekile you were making noise.]

He continues to answer while brushing Ntokozo's head. I just click my tongue and leave them there that is it. Bafana's kids have disrespected me for far too long now I have just had enough of this.

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Yibanathi

I am up and walking. A taxi is coming this direction busy hooting. I guess the driver is looking for people. If only I had money to take a taxi I would definetly stop this taxi but I have nothing and knowing these drivers they will make a whole fuss on when I will pay them back and I am a bit scared of asking for a lift so there is also that feeling that is weighing me down.

The taxi comes by my direction and it hoots and I just look down but walk fast till it passes me while ai head to the tree that I was meant to stand at but I will walk all the way to the uncomplete building that is near the road I shall rest there while thinking of a way to get out of this place I know fully well that no one comes to this side of town by feet. I know this place because I once saw it when a taxi I was riding decided to break down here and while we were waiting for the driver to organise another taxi for us I saw it and the passengers said it belonged to a very feared man so no one dared to go near it.

I guess I will be the first. There is a first time for everything and I guess this is the one journey I will have to take after all it is still early anyway so I will be fine. My biggest fear is being stranded at night that is when it really kicks in that I don't have a home.

My shoulders are sore from exchanging them with carrying this heavy bag on them so why not put it on top of my head that way I will just focus on the walk.

No water, no food , no money and no shelter.
"Cha umuntu useyiphara nje sekusele ukuvuma ngomlomo."

I voice out loud while thinking about my current situation. What is left for me  to do is start eating out from dustbins because that is my next step because step one is to be homeless and I have passed step one following up to step two is to find a way to get food to eat. The rate of unemployment in the country is really high and I am unfortunately part of the statistics when it comes to unemployed graduates.

I sometimes wish I had done a degree in something else besides theory something practical maybe it would be better in the name of looking for a job because with this hard core theory I am carrying without years of experience limits me from job searching. I am very tired as it is and the sun is out there shining for everyone to see and I must not move around for too long because what will happen if I faint or something. 

I just hope I can get help from anyone who won't be looking for something in return maybe it would be better if it is coming from a good Samaritan although I do not know if such people exist these days.   

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