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Chapter 44: Getting married this weekend?

[ N/B : It's now the next of next year January, SORRY!!!]

1 year and 3 months later: January, 03

"Yemhle!"

"Makhulu?" I replied, getting up from the bed and walking to the door.

"uTatomkhulu is calling you," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

"I'm coming," I replied.

I quickly grabbed my boots and put them on, then looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled, feeling a sense of adventure wash over me. I had been in the Eastern Cape for three days after Christmas, and I had been enjoying every single moment. My grandfather had two farms, one in Mpumalanga and another one in the Eastern Cape.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where Makhulu was waiting for me. I hugged her tightly, feeling her warm embrace. Makhulu kissed my cheek and handed me a bowl of soft porridge.

I took the bowl and sat on the counter, asking, "Has Tatomkhulu left yet?"

Makhulu chuckled. "You know he can't leave you. He's outside. Have your breakfast fast."

I added butter, sugar, and milk to my porridge and ate quickly. After finishing, I kissed Makhulu's cheek and said, "I'll see you when I come back."

Makhulu smiled. "Come back with sunflower seeds, I want to make something."

I smiled and said, "Sure case." I quickly got off the counter, washed the dish, and headed outside.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the farm. I could see Tatomkhulu waiting for me by the tractor, his face creased with a warm smile.

As I settled into the tractor, Tatomkhulu chuckled and said, "Hayi, usoloko ulibele, but good morning, mntanam." (Ha, you're always late, but good morning, my child.)

I laughed and replied, "Mholo!" (Morning!)

Tatomkhulu smiled and asked, "Ulungele?" (Are you ready?)

I nodded enthusiastically and said, "Ewe!" (Yes!)

With a gentle rumble, the tractor roared to life, and we set off towards the farms. As we drove, I gazed out at the breathtaking view. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and vast fields. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy smell of freshly plowed soil.

To our left, I saw a flock of birds flying overhead, their wings beating in unison as they soared across the sky. In the distance, I spotted a herd of cattle grazing peacefully in the fields. The sound of birds chirping and cattle lowing filled the air, creating a sense of tranquility and peace.

As we approached the farms, I could see the vibrant colors of the crops growing in the fields. The maize stalks stood tall and proud, their golden kernels glistening in the sunlight. The sunflowers towered above the other crops, their bright yellow petals shining like miniature suns.

We finally arrived at the farms, and I was the first one to jump off the tractor. Tatomkhulu followed closely behind, walking around the farm. This is why I like Januarys at Tatomkhulu's farm—everything just looks perfect.

As we walked around the farm, I noticed something new. "This wasn't here last time I checked," I said, pointing to a patch of squash growing in the field.

Tatomkhulu smiled and asked, "The squash? Siyihlwayele kunyaka ophelileyo." (The squash? We planted it last year.)

I looked at the squash in awe. "You grew a lot! Do you think I'll like it?"