UMFAZI WAKWA NDWANDWE
WRITTEN BY L . P . MBHELE
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_KAGOENTLE NDWANDWE _
I can’t believe I was done cleaning the whole house in an hour, well I know how to clean and cook but Nah…it a big no for me. I sighed as I looked through the kitchen, what I’m a going to cook for breakfast.
“MaShandu, MaCele and Mr Ndwandwe loves porridge in the morning, then you can make English breakfast for all of us”
I looked at her. Ohhh God I can’t get enough of her beauty, girls and women are beautiful out there.
“Ohhh and I can help you”
her soothing voice just calmed my nerves and anger down. I’m looking at her beautiful eyes, that tell a lot of stories, interesting stories.
“Kagoentle”
she snapped her fingers on my face, I snapped then swallowed looking at her. “They all going to wake up in….50 minutes so let get to work”,
I nodded in embarrassment, what was I doing vele?
When everyone wakes up, we already done with making breakfast, now we setting the table. Mr Ndwandwe walked in with MaCele. We exchanged greetings then they took their sit, I looked at Sthembile, well she is bhuti Cebo’s wife. Spitfire walked downstairs, already bathed she also took her sit. Now everyone was getting out of their rooms, and it looks like everyone took a bath before coming here.
Nhlanzeko walked in with his brothers, their voices loud as soccer team. The walked in the dining room, they greeted then everyone responded. They took their sit, I look around the table, now everyone is here. We both took our sit, next to our husbands of course. Everyone dished up for themselves,
“uhhm Makoti can you say grace please”.
Spitfire doesn’t like seeing me happy Neh? I mean where do I know praying, when did I ever prayed?
“Can we close our eyes *everyone closed their eyes then bowed their heads* heavenly father, we come before you asking the foods to be blessed and the hands that cooked the food to be blessed. Please cleanse everyone who has dark heart my Lord, people like Spitfire kanjeh…amen”.
Everyone said amen, I smirk as Nhlanzeko looked at me.
“Who is Spitfire?”,
he whispered, I shrugged my shoulders. Who is Spitfire guys?
I was done with everything, after breakfast I washed the dishes now I’m in my room. I just finished taking a bath, I wore a long denim skirt, oversized tee and a cardigan. A knock disturbed me as I’m reapply for next year, soon it will be December and I wish to leave this place anytime soon.
“Come in”,
Alondwe walked, she is 18, very beautiful and bubbly girl.
“Uhhm Sis Kago, ubhuti Nhlanzeko uthi angikbize”,(Uhhm Sis Kago, brother Nhlanzeko said I should call you).
I nodded my head with a smile on my face, “usegumbini lakhe lokulAla”(He is in his bedroom)
She said then walked out, okay there are many rooms outside, which one is Nhlanzeko’s. I sighed, got off the bed, wore my slippers then walk out of my room. I padded down the hallway, my slippers making soft squeaking sounds on the floor, the smell of fresh laundry and lemon polish filling the air. Alondwe’s words still lingered in my mind – “ubhuti Nhlanzeko uthi angikbize” – and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.
What did Nhlanze want? I reached the stairs and began to make my way down, my eyes scanning the hallway below for any sign of him. As I descended I saw Spitfire at the kitchen, doing what she get payed of, mxm. I reached downstairs, she looks at me like I just did something wrong.
“What are you wearing?”,
she asked as she come closer to me slowly. “We ntombazane ingathi uyakhohlwa ukuthi ungumakoti Lana ekhaya, yini didn’t your parent’s teach you how daughter in laws wears ekhweni?”.
Then you blame me when I’m calling her Spitfire, because she is always ready to spit fire. I looked at her bothered, for the sake that she include my family,
“mohlomong haeba u ka ba botsa ba ka na ba u araba”(maybe if you ask them they might answer you)
I said then rolled my eyes before passing her. No I won’t survive a month here, I’m telling you. Instead of my real mother in law treat me like this, she is the best mother in law ever. I walked out, Alondwe was seated at the Porch, eating fruits..
“Where is Nhlanzeko’s room”, she chuckled then stood up.
“The second room when you start from the gate”, I nodded then walked to Nhlanzeko’s room.
I knocked softly, a deep voice told me to come in. I walked in slowly, he is seated on the edge of the bed, busy with his laptop. He raised his head,
“you called me Zwide”. Smiled slowly spread on his face,
“yes come and sit here”. He patted on the bed, next to him.
I slowly walked up to him, took a sit next to him.
“I want us to talk MaRalehlahle”, I chuckled hearing him pronouncing my surname wrong. “It Ralehlathe”, he chuckled then nodded his head.
He held my hand, I felt something running through my body.
“I know you were forced to marry me, but I promise you to be a better husband for you…promise me to work together through this marriage, who knows maybe we might learn to love each other along the way. Already I like you, I like your spirit, and I would like to know you more that this, so how are you feeling with everything?”.
I sighed looking at him, “I feel like my future has been taken away from me”.
“What you wanted to do?”,
I looked at our hands then raised my head again, “I want to be a doctor, have my own surgery”.
“Well you marrying me didn’t stop you from achieving your dreams, you can still be the doctor you want to be”.
I looked at him shocked, did he really said that? “Have you applied already?”, I shook my head, “we’ll start applying especially at Pretoria or Johannesburg, coz you going to live with me next year”. I would be screaming, hugging and kissing him everywhere but I just smiled then thanked him.