THE JOURNALIST.

INTRODUCTION.
Yondikapinkosi Mndini, is a 23 years old
journalist. She was married off by her
stepfather at the age of 19, to a guy who
had a wife. The guy was very abusive
towards Yondi and her sister wife, unlike in
some cases Yondi and her sister wife were
close. One day, Yondi found out she was
pregnant and that same day the husband
came home, beat her up and she had a
miscarriage.

Yondi tried reaching out to her parents and

her in-laws about the abusive husband but
all they did was tell her “Kuya nyamezelwa
emtshatweni”. Until one day, Yondi decided
to up and runaway and start her life afresh.
She found her biological father and they
have a very unbreakable bond, her took her
University and she studied journalism.
·
·
[PRESENT DAY.]
Friday afternoon, a group of guys wearing
black overalls and balaclava’s covering
their face entered the bank. They stole
diamonds and money while everyone in the
bank was on the floor, scared to be shot.
One of the guys wasn’t aware that his neck
tattoo was on display.

One of the ladies in the bank noticed the

tattoo and knew right then that she knows it
from somewhere. The guys took everything
they needed, then ran off immediately as
they heard sirens. The lady noticed one of
the guys dropped a watch, so she picked it
up putting it in her handbag.

[IN THE CAR.]

One of the guys panicked looking for his
watch but he couldn’t find it. The watch
belonged to them as their crew and it was
engraved with “The Seventh Circle”.
Everyone knew about the dangerous
“Seventh Circle” but they had no idea who
the members of the crew were.

Guy 1: Bafethu, bafethu! Makujiwe ngoku

sibuyele pha!

Guy 2: Yantringa sarni? You want us to be

arrested!
Guy 1: I lost my watch, bafethu! I think I
dropped it at the bank.

The whole crew: TJOOO LOMJITA!

Guy 3: Wena, theni fasi bling during a

mission joe?

Guy 1: Eish bafethu kancane, tjoo.

Guy 4: Smoko siphi? Ngoba the only thing

they will see is “Seventh Circle” engraved ,
but abazosazi thina.

Guy 5: Yhoo usistress bra, hayi uyadika!

Guy 6: As long as the mission was
successful, forget about the watch.
Because they won’t know who it belongs to.

Guy 1: Watch yam bafethu, tjoo!

Guy 7 sat behind the driving wheel,

listening to his friends argue back and forth
as he drove off in speed.
·
·
SINDI KUBONI.
I sat in my apartment and looked at this
beautiful watch, it had “Seventh Circle”
engraved on it. My friend, Minenhle walked
in. She works at the bank and the day the
heist accured I went to visit her.
Minnie: Yhoo shlobo, those gangsters took
almost everything at the bank. They cost us
so much!

I sat there thinking about the guy who had a

neck tattoo, yes his face was covered but
the tattoo sold him out.

Me: I think I noticed something koyi one

wabo, a neck tattoo.

Minnie: A neck tattoo? How many people

have tattoos wena?

Me: His one is something I saw up close

and he is going to pay for making me a one
nightstand.
Minnie looked at me lost, she is probably
wondering what am I talking about.

Me: Bragadier, will regret it njee. I will

expose him.

Minnie: Bragadier?! As in Ezile Fanathi?

Mntase, forget about exposing him ngoba
you will die.

Me: Not me though, but a certain well-

known journalist.

Minnie: Who?

Me: Yondi Mndini…

Minnie: You playing with umlilo girl, Ezile
and his friends are dangerous so I’ve
heard.

Me: I never met his friends, so andikhatali!

Besides, they won’t know ndim…jonge le
watch.

I gave it to her and she admired it, until she

saw the “Seventh Circle” engraved on it.

Minnie: Where did you get this?

Me: One of the guys dropped it during their

heist pha e’bank.

Minnie: We need to take this to the police.

Me: No, ndizoyi handlisha ngokwam lento.
Let me call Yondi Mndini, and ask her to
meet me for a interview.

Minnie: Iphi wine yakho, ndaske nda

thirsty?

Me: In the kitchen mntase.

I took the watch from her and grabbed my

phone, thinking about how Bragadier made
me a one nightstand instead of his
girlfriend. I called Yondi Mndini, I hope she
agrees to meet up.
·
·
So got I a hold of Yondi, she agreed to
meeting up with me. Minnie and I were in
the car, driving to the club.
Me: Tjoo, ndifuna uzibona sendinxilile. And
I want some big dick!

Minnie: Mntase! Yhuu, it’s been few days

without a dick.

Me: Yeah, marn. So, sizo kupha mali moc

for alcohol?

Minnie: Never, yayazi moc we always have

targets.

Me: we target the men in the VIP,

namhlanje.

Minnie: Songena njani?

Me: I will just flash, my big boobs to one of
the bouncers.

Minnie: Yabona wena!

I chuckled. Thing is we never buy alcohol

for ourselves, we always let men do it and
then we let them fuck us after. Minnie, is
working at the bank but she is very stingy
when it comes to contributing money for
alcohol. Mna, I don’t work I just have
blessers who pays me amounts of money
after sex.

[AT THE CLUB.]

We were sitting with these 4 nigerian guys,
they said they would buy us all the alcohol
we want only if we allow them all to bang
us. I was sitting next to this other one,
andazi ne gama lakhe.

Minnie: So sizobane group sex?

Me: Ewe, worse I didn’t shave but I don’t

care.

Minnie: Tjuu, imagine two dick inside me at

the same time.

We giggled, and drank our beverages. We

not prostitutes but we just doing, what we
do anything to get what we want. Minnie,
sat on one of the guys laps. The one next to
me turned me to look at him and kissed me.
I opened my legs when I felt his hand touch
my pussy.
Guy: You wet for me?

Me: Yes, want us to go somewhere private?

Guy: No, I’m keeping you for the group sex
later tonight.

I smiled, music was playing loud in the club

and people were dancing. I kissed the guy,
he shifted my thong to the side and shoved
two fingers in my vagina. I moaned in his
mouth as he pleasured me with his fingers,
I didn’t care about the people around us.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
comments, for the next insert.

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 1.
YONDI MNDINI.
I walked in the resturant confidently, being
a journalist comes with a lot but I love my
job. 2 days ago, I got a call from a lady
called “Sindi” and she asked to meet me for
a interview about the heist that happened at
the bank. I asked her to meet me Monday,
which is today and she agreed.

I saw some yellowbone lady waving her

hand, guess that is her. I smiled walking to
her table and sat down after greeting her.

Me: You must be, Sindi Kuboni?

Sindi: Ohh yes, mntase. What an honour to

meet you.
Me: The honour is mine. So, can we begin
with the interview?

Sindi: Yes, please but can we order

something to drink first?

I looked at her smiling then nod yes, I like

smiling mna guys. She called the waiter
and we ordered, I ordered a Apple juice and
she ordered some Orange juice. We waited
for our order over a small chat and it came.

Me: So, ready to begin the interview?

Sindi: Ready when you are, mntase.

I sighed taking out my small recorder, and

my notebook. I turned the recorder on and
started recording.
Me: This is Yondi Mndini, journalist from
Media Ink company and I’m with Ms. Sindi
Kuboni. Date is…

I continued with my intro and started the

interview, immediately after.

Me: I would like to ask you a few questions

about the heist that happened at the bank
Friday, is that okay?

Sindi: Yes, I am okay with that. I was there

when it happened and I think the people
involved in that heist is, The Seventh Circle.

Me: You think?

Sindi: Yes, plus I noticed one of the guys he
had a neck tattoo.

Me: Sindi, you do realize that there are

many men out there with neck tattoos-

Sindi: This one is someone I know

because, I slept with him once.

Me: So you say, they are “The Seventh

Circle”?

Sindi: Yeap, ndi 100% sure it’s them.

Me: And why is that?

She took out a very beautiful black and gold

watch, I took it as she hand it to me.
Sindi: This watch was dropped by one of
them, and do check what is engraved on it.

I looked and saw “Seventh Circle”, I looked

at Sindi.

Me: Is this from the same guy? The guy

with the neck tattoo?

Sindi: No, but one of his friends.

Me: Can I take a picture of this?

Sindi: Yes, go ahead.

I took pictures of the watch and gave the
watch back to Sindi, I stopped the recording
then sighed looking at her.

Me: I think funeke uyinike amapolisa le

watch, so they can investigate. Even
though it would be useless because no one
knows who the Seventh Circle, members
are.

Sindi: I’m not taking it to the cops, ndizoyi

gcina. Bragadier is-

Me: Hima, hima. You just said, “Bragadier”?

Sindi: Yes, him. He is the guy with a neck

tatto.
Me: It might be him, it might not be him.
Kodwa you have to take that watch to the
cops.

Sindi: Not happening, mntase.

She told me about her friend who works at

the bank, then told me I should meet up
with her too and interview her. Maybe get a
CCTV footage of what happened that
Friday.
·
·
A handsome yellowbone guy, with a blonde
waves cut disturbed us.

Me: I’m sorry, but we in the middle of

something.
Guy: I could wait you know, because I
would like to talk to this beautiful lady.

He said pointing to Sindi, she still had the

watch carelessly in her hand. She looked at
the guy and smiled like a retard.

Sindi: You can join us, I mean she was

interviewing me about the heist that
happened three days ago at the bank.

Me: I think, I should give you two space.

Ohh and thank you for the information,
Sindi.

Sindi: I thought we were still in the middle of

an interview?
Me: Well it ended the minute you invited
this guy, we both don’t know. Thank you for
your time, Sindi.

Sindi: Bye darling, ohh the guy I was telling

you about is Bragadier remember that.

I nod and left the resturant. Seriously, I am

trying to understand this whole bank
robbery thing but phi? When there are
people who invite strangers in the middle of
an interview.

I got in my Mazda Cx5, my first baby and

only car for now. I bought it last year and it
costed me so much but it was worth it.
·
·
NARRATED.
[AT THE RESTAURANT.]
Sindi smiled looking at the handsome
yellowbone, with blonde waves and black
lips. “What a handsome man”, she thought.

Sindi: So my name is Sindi, what’s yours

handsome?

Lucky: My name is Ntlantla, but call me

Lucky. So who was that gorgeous lady, you
were sitting with?

Sindi: That was a journalist, I was actually

telling her about the heist that happened
Friday at the bank. I was there and I found
this…
She showed Lucky, the watch. Lucky
looked at the watch with his heart racing, he
had no doubt that it was his.

Lucky: Can I see it, it looks very beautiful.

Sindi: And very expensive, I’m thinking of

selling it at the pawn shop.

She gave the watch to him and he looked at

it, he saw it was his. He gave it back to her,
thinking how will he get it back.

Lucky: Ohh, and I heard about the heist.

Yazi they really took too much and they are
probably out there, enjoying life without
guilt.
Sindi: Imagine! Enough about that, how
about me and you get out of here and find a
private place?

She looked at Lucky in a seductive way and

touched his thigh, Lucky became horny
immediately. That is how weak he gets from
a females touch. He snapped back at it
thinking, he had to get out of the resturant
and meet his friends so he could tell them,
they might be exposed or busted.

Lucky: How about you give me your

number? I will call you tonight, but for now I
have to go back to work.

He gave her, his phone and she bit her

lower lip punching her number and saving
it. Lucky stood up and kissed Sindi’s lips,
telling her he will meet her tonight.
·
·
A while later, Lucky got to his car and
texted his friends for a meet-up at the
Craftman House. His wife called him, her
name is Busi.

Lucky: Mfazi wam, ndedwa?

Busi: Baby, uphi? I’m at your office but

kuthiwa you left, an hour ago.

Lucky: Wait for me there baby, ndiyeza ne?

I love you!

Busi giggled and told him, she loves him

too. Lucky, smiled dropping the call. Yes,
he might be a serial cheater but he loves
his sweet, innocent wife.
[35 MINUTES LATER.]
Lucky got in the building of his company,
every female employee he has staring at
him with lust. He went straight to the
elevator with a bunch of flowers in his hand,
then pressed the floor to his office. When
he got there, he found his wife looking
marvelous like always. She blushed by the
sight of him.

Lucky: Aww, ntliziyo yam.

Busi: Hey, are those for me?

Lucky: Yayazi kaloku, unjani baby?

He gave her the flowers she blushed,
smelling them. He pulled her by her waist
and kissed her.

Busi: I’m okay, just tired.

Lucky: Want me to book you into a Spa?

Busi: And where will this business woman

like me, get time for Spa dates?

Lucky: You over working yourself kodwa.

Busi: You shouldn’t slack when you a CEO.

Lucky: I’m a CEO, uzama uthini baby?

Because I don’t overwork myself.
He tickled her and she laughed like a little
kid, he smiled admiring her flawless skin.

Busi: I never said you are slacking njena.

Lucky: Mmmm.

Busi: I brought you lunch, since you asked

me to.

Lucky: Yabona wena, that is why I love you

so much!

Busi quickly looked away, Lucky made her

look at him.

Lucky: Yintoni?
Busi: Just wondering, if our marriage wasn’t
decided because of business would we be
together?

Lucky: I believe so. Yes, our marriage was

arranged but I believe you my soulmate.

Busi: Ndiyi soulmate yakho?

Lucky: Obviously.

Busi: Would you ever cheat on me?

Lucky: No, why would you ask?

Busi: Some lady approached me izolo,

claiming that I shouldn’t be so proud about
being your wife ngoba uyi cheatist enkulu.
Lucky: What lady?

Busi: Andimazi nam, I just ignored her.

Lucky: Next time, umxelele uba

uphambene. I’m all about you mna.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 2.
YONDI MNDINI.
I sat on my working station as my gay
friend, Teddy told me about going to the
club Friday. Well, he also works here at
Media Ink as a journalist obviously.

Teddy: Come on! You should live a little

and stop drowning yourself with work friend.
Me: Teddy, the boss gave me 3 stories to
complete. And the deadline is in 3 weeks,
and the fact that he added the Bank Heist
one on top of those is draining me.

Teddy: Yazi, Mpendulo is really a dickhead.

Futhi have you heard? Utyana nala P.A
yakhe intsha.

I chuckled opening my laptop.

Me: Wena, Teddy! How do you know about

that?

Teddy: Phela mina, ndiyi ntatheli so you

know what they say about us journalists
moc.
Me: Yeah, right. Uphi uMihle anyways, I
haven’t seen her today.

Teddy: She left work early, claiming she is

sick. Yaxoka lowa, I think umithi.

Me: I wonder mna wazi ntoni ngam, Teddy.

Teddy: Wena kaloku, you’re single. Uphila

life of a virgin Mary, when last did you have
sex?

Voice: KWENZEKA NTONI APHA?! WHY

ARE YOU NOT ON YOUR WORKING
STATIONS?

Teddy quickly sat on his working station,

behind me. Mrs. Lugalo, kept on screaming
at us about how we should stop gossiping
during work hours. She is the boss’s wife,
Mpendulo Lugalo is our boss.

Sibulele, one of my colleagues spoke.

Sibu: We are journalists in case you didn’t

know, gossiping is part of our job vele.

Mrs. L: Excuse you! Are you back chatting

me?

It went silent, you could hear a pen drop

sarna. Inathi, Mpendulo’s personal
assistant came from the corridor.

Inathi: Mrs. L, your husband says he is

waiting for you.
Mrs. L: Okay, do carry my bag darling. Ohh
and please get me and my husband some
lunch, nawe uzithengele.

She spoke with Inathi as they disappeared

down the corridor/ hallway. As soon as she
was out of sight, everyone whispered
amongst each other.

Teddy: No wonder Mpendulo is cheating on

her, yadika nanku umntu tjo!

He said behind me and I chuckled, shaking

my head sideways and got myself busy with
my work. I thought about visiting a bank
sometime today, because I want to crack
this whole story.
·
·
[AT THE BANK.]
It’s now 14:00pm in the afternoon and I’m at
the bank waiting for this friend of Sindi to
show up any minute. It surprises me how
the bank is not on lockdown, kanti isn’t it
suppose to be a crime scene? How did
these guys even manage getting through so
much security? Something doesn’t add up.

A tall lady approached me smiling from ear-

to-ear, I smiled back at her. We greet each
other and introduced ourselves, then she
lead me to a office and no one was there. I
sit down and she closed the door.

Minnie: I can’t believe I’m sitting with thee

Yondi Mndini!
Me: I’m not even famous, just well known
for writing stories and exposés.

Minnie: Girl please! You are famous wena.

Hayi she is talking bull this one, I began

asking her questions about the heist and
she answered. A guy wearing a security
uniform walked in and Minnie blushed
looking at him.

Minnie: Yondi this is Don, head of security.

Me: Hi, Don.

Don: Hello, ma’am.

Minnie: He is about to show you the CCTV
footage of Friday.

Don, did his things but the laptop started

glitching, we all sat there looking at it
confused. Then the screen suddenly went
blank.

Me: Uhm, kwenzeka ntoni?

Don: Andazi, but it was working fine few

minutes ago.

Minnie: Do you think they did something?

The men who did the heist?

She looked at me waiting for an answer.

Me: Am I suppose to know?

Minnie: Yes mntase! I think they hacked our

system.

Me: I think someone who works here, is on

their payroll.

Don: No, that can’t be possible.

Me: Then explain what just happened.

Andithi you say it was working fine, few
minutes ago?

We sat there talking about this and I left an

hour later, going back to work.
[AT WORK.]
I knocked in my boss’s office, he told me to
come in. I sat on his table chair as he spoke
on the phone, I feel like he is lazy at times.
All he does is sit behind this desk and get
angry at his clients for lord knows what. A
while later he was done, he looked at me.

Mpendulo: Yondi, how can I help you?

Me: I came here due to the bank heist

thing, that happened on Friday.

Mpendulo: Okay, any leads?

Me: Hayi. Can we drop this story, because I

feel as if-

Mpendulo: Yondi, we won’t drop this story.

Me: The only thing that is solid about this
story is the watch Sindi, picked up
otherwise enye nenye is confusing.

Mpendulo: Since when is it hard for you to

crack a story?

Me: You already gave me 3 stories to

complete, deadlines yazo is in 3 weeks. So,
ndicela esi usinike omnye umntu.

Mpendulo: Not happening, I trust you with

these stories.

Me: Teddy or Anam-

Mpendulo: Yondi! Let’s not argue, you are
handling this heist story finish and klaar.

I looked at him and he was serious, I hate

him shame. Does he think ndiyi robot, why
can’t he handle it ke.

Me: Okay, I will leave now.

Mpendulo: On your way out, pass by my

personal assistant and tell her I need her
here.

Me: Yes, boss.

I walked out his office and went to Inathi’s

office, I knocked and popped my head in
through the door.
Me: Hey, your boss is summoning you.

Inathi: Okay. Ohh, Yondi a word please.

I sighed and got in her office, she looked at

me clearing her throat.

Me: Thetha, andina mini yonke babes.

Inathi: I noticed how you are Mpendulo’s

favourite.

Me: Okay, so uthi ndithini?

Inathi: His wife is looking for the person he

is cheating with, and I hope you not
sleeping with him.
I burst out laughing, tjooo haibo lona.

Me: I believe we all know who is fucking the

boss.

Inathi: What do you mean?

Me: I mean you. I’m wondering what Mrs. L,

will say when she finds out you fucking
umnyeni wakhe.

Inathi: You talking bull!

Me: Ohh cut me the crap! Uyayazi it’s true,

you disgusting shame. Busy smiling with
the poor woman but utya indoda yakhe
behind her back, have you no shame?
Inathi: Phuma, get out of my office!

Me: Sundiqhela ke mna, don’t go around

and accuse me of shit you know is not true.
Yakubiza uMpendulo futhi!

I walked out the office and went to my

working station. Teddy looked at me…

Teddy: Yintoni wena? You look annoyed.

Me: I am vele, if it’s not your boss it’s that

stupid P.A of his.

Teddy: If uyakuhlupa, tell me. We could

always wax off eza eyebrows zakhe,
zidibeneyo.
I laughed and sat down, Teddy yayithanda
violence.

Me: Nah, wethu. Myeke, I know how I will

sort her out.

Teddy: Anyways, I found a man for you!

Me: Teddy no, remember the last time you

set me kwi blind date kwenzeka ntoni?

Teddy: Haibo, that guy wasn’t that bad.

Me: He was! He was super short, ene afro

and he wore idyasi yango 1880.
Teddy laughed, nxxx no I’m not interested
to the men he tries putting me on dates
with. I’m fine ngoku ndi single, I will get
indoda mhla kwathanda mna.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
TARGET: 15 comments.
Busi smiled and pecked his lips, then took
out the lunch from the paperbags. Lucky
wondered which lady approached his wife
and
told her about his cheating ways. He loves
Busi so much, the reason he cheats is
because Busi doesn’t want to explore new
things during sex. She never wants to do
woman on top, it’s always missionary style
and gentle sex. Yet he wants to go wild and
crazy, during tlof tlof.
°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
TARGET: 15 comments.

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 3.
EZILE FANATHI (BRAGADIER).
I came out of the ensuite with a towel
around my waist. I found Mandisa busy with
my phone, I stood there and looked at her
as she was busy scrolling not aware of my
presence.

Me: Wenzani, Mandisa?

She looked up shocked with my phone still

in her hand.
Mandisa: Uhhh, baby. Ayiyo lento
uyicingayo.

Me: Ndicinga ntoni mna? Ndibuzile

wenzani?

Mandisa: Bendifuna ubona awunazi febe

kule phone, kaloku wena neza chom zakho
are menwhores!

Me: Did you get what you were looking for?

Mandisa: Hayi but if there is a girl you are

busy with, ndizomnyisa!

I shook my head annoyed and went about

my business, lotioning my body. How did I
end up dating Mandisa? I don’t know nam,
worse I never loved this girl. She stood
behind me and tried touching me but I held
her hands and shove them away.

Mandisa: Haibo baby, ndicela enye round?

Me: Ndiyeke wena marn, go home futhi.

Mandisa: Andiyi no where, you want to

bring your hoes here?

Me: Mxm.

My phone rang and she quickly jumped for

it, I pushed her before she could reach it
and she fell on the bed.

Me: Sundiqhela kaka, phone yam

ayoyakho.
I answered my phone and it was my friend,
Lucky. He was asking me if I will be
available for tonight, he sent us text to meet
him at the warehouse.

Me: Sharp, mfethu ndizojikela ngoku.

I dropped the call going to my closet for

something to wear.

Mandisa: So uyakwi zifebe zakho ngoku?

Ushiya mna cherry yakho for bona!

Me: Yhey fuckoff marn, hlukana nam

uyevha?
She came to me and pulled the T-shirt I
was holding.

Me: Whuzet ngoku wena?

She kept pulling it, yabona ndizombetha

lona.

Mandisa: Awuyi ndawo, Bragadier!

I gave her a back slap and she fell on the

floor.

Me: Andizo nyelwa nguwe, mntana ndini!

Theni ngathi ulibele uba ndingu bani?

Mandisa: Baby-
I cut her mid-sentence.

Me: Hayi futsek, ndibuye udukile kwam!

I wore my clothes and shoes then took my

phone, with my car keys and walked out
leaving Mandisa screaming my name.

·
·
[AT THE CRAFTHOUSE.]
Me and the guys gathered there waiting for,
Lucky to arrive. We are a group of 7 friends,
and we’ve been friends since we were
young.

Sive: Uphi lomjita na?

Lucky came in rushing, he poured himself a
glass of scotch.

Andile: Silapha ke, yintoni? I left some

pussy back home.

Lucky: Bafethu, sinengxaki. Someone saw

us during the heist, in fact wena Ezile.

The others looked at him fast and I

clenched my jaws.

Me: Uthetha ngantoni? Thetha, bawo!

Lucky: La mntana, uSindi…behleli nenye

journalist phaya resturant emringela nge
heist.
Akhona: Did she tell you, she saw us?

Lucky: No, but she just told me about telling

the journalist about Ezile. She noticed his
neck tattoo and she has my damn watch!

Mahle: Kudala ndaku ringela, sufasa bling

xa sizo phusha heist swine.

Luck: Eish kanjani! Uzoyi thengisa at some

pawn shop.

Sive: You have to get that watch back.

Nkosi: Yhr, but yi pholas moc! Because, no

one knows sithi Seventh Circle.
Me: Good thing Sindi, never met you gents.
Yithi ncaa kuye Luckzet, utsale information.

Andile: Uthi ngubani le journalist?

Lucky: Yenyi cherry ebaswe nyani, ndiyaku

xelela lowa will expose us just by looking at
her.

Mahle: Never marn, she won’t find

anything.

My name is Ezile Fanathi, a 25 years old

gangster and a CEO at a family company. I
have both parents and they are cool with
me being a gangster, but they always tell
me to “thread carefully” with this illegal
hustle of mine. I just turned 25, the day we
pulled the heist at the bank was my
birthday. That is how me and my friends,
celebrate our birthdays…we do heists then
go clubbing after.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I was in my house Monday night, doing my
work. Can’t imagine I have 4 stories to
complete in 3 weeks… I got a call from my
father.

Me: Taka, Yondi.

He chuckled, I love this old guy.

Tata: Yondi ka tatakhe. I miss you, baby.

Me: I miss you too dad, but work has
stranded.

Tata: Come on, your old pal is 3 hours

away. You should come visit me noba ku
Saturday, I want you to meet someone.

Me: And that someone, is umntu

oncumisana naye?

I rolled my eyes already annoyed, I’m not

ready for another step-parent. I’ve been
through a lot because of my stepfather and
my mother did nothing about it. She also
lied to me, my entire life claiming my
biological father didn’t want me. Kanti only
to find out when she was pregnant with me,
she left my biological father because he
was poor back then. My mother is your
typical old, slay queen she likes soft life and
I hate her shame.

Tata: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.

Me: You know how I feel about step

parents, they are evil.

Tata: At least, meet the woman I love after

you ke and get to know her

Me: I will come just because I care about

your happiness, and you have been single
for years.

Tata: Years?! Hayi sudlala wena, mna ndiyi

charmer man kaloku. Ladies fall for me nje.
I laughed, I love my father shame. I hate my
mother, but I still care about her a little she
gave birth to me after all.

Me: You mean, the ladies who always

reject you when we at the mall?

Tata: They reject me, because ababu

qelanga ubu sexy obunje ngam.

Me: Hayi wena, Ta Spizozo!

My father’s name is Simphiwe, his friends

call him Spizozo.

Tata: Mntanam, ndiyitya ikuku, inkazana ithi

“Go deepeeer!”
Me: Tjoo, no marn. You traumatizing my
poor ears, taka Yondi!

I laughed, why is he like this?

Tata: Hayi wethu, sex ngu life. Without sex,

we would all die.

Me: Hayi, Tata marn.

Tata: Khona, when are you getting a man?

Me: Andazi, when the time is right.

Tata: When that time comes. Bring him to

me, ndizom panel beat.a kancinci for dating
you.
I giggled, I love how close me and my
father are. Can’t believe my mother denied
such love, for the whole of my childhood.

Me: See you Saturday, don’t expect me to

play nice to your girlfriend ke.

Tata: You mean, my woman? You will like

her uzobona.

Me: What should I bring her, does she like

wine?

He started telling me what she likes and I

have to say, most of the things she likes is
what I like. We bid our goodbyes then I got
back to working, the time was now
20:30pm.
Me: Okay, Yondi concentrate lover.

My mind kept going back to the abuse I

experienced, when I was married to
Onwaba. The day I had a miscarriage
because of him.
·
·
[FLASHBACK]
Sibahle and I were talking and she was
happy about my pregnancy. Sibahle was
the first wife, and we were so close.

Sibahle: Tjoo, I wish the baby could look

like you.

Me: I’m scared that your husband won’t be

happy about this pregnancy.
Sibahle: Screw him, I will help you raise this
child mna.

I smiled and she held my hand.

Sibahle: What if you pregnant with more

than one baby?

Me: That can’t be-

Onwaba: Umithi, Yondi?

We quickly looked at where he stood, when

did he get in here?

Me: Ewe. I swear I just found out.

Onwaba: So, the first person you thought
you should tell about this pregnancy is
Sibahle?

Me: Uyi sister wife yam moc, undlunkulu.

Onwaba: Mna, ndingu mnyeni wakho the

head of this house!

Sibahle: Baby, we sorry for-

Onwaba: Thula wena!

She quickly looked down, I swallowed when

I realized how angry he was.

Onwaba: Iza apha, Yondi.

Me: Please, don’t do this.

Onwaba: Ndithe, iza apha!

I quickly stood up crying, holding hugging

my belly. I stood in front of him and he
slapped me so hard, I began seeing stars. I
don’t know what happened but I slapped
him back, he looked at me shocked
breathing heavily with his face full of anger.

Onwaba: Ubetha kum?

Me: Xolo, it was a mista-

Before I could finish my sentence, he

strangled me. I begged him to stop and he
threw me on the floor kicking my stomach.
Sibahle tried stopping him, but she received
a punch. I laid there with blood gushing
down my thighs and that is how I knew, the
baby was no more.
[FLASHBACK END.]

I sighed shaking my head, and went to grab

a bottle of cold water then gulped it
breathing out. I’m just glad I managed to
escape that hell of a marriage alive. When
my biological father found me, I told him
everything he was livid. He told me to show
him where Onwaba lived, that same
weekend we had to travel back to where
Onwaba lives. My father threatened to kill
him if he ever see him near me again, my
father had to transfer R100K to Onwaba so
that he won’t say, I owe him the bridal price
money he gave to my mother and
stepfather.
·
·
I am Yondikapinkosi Mndini, a 23 years old
journalist and this is my story.

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INSERT 4.
SINDI KUBONI.
I was preparing for tonight, Lucky called me
and asked me to meet him at a hotel. I wore
a sexy number that he will be able to reap!
Not long ago I had sex with 4 nigerian guys,
I just hope and pray that my pussy isn’t
loose. Maybe he can make me pregnant,
he would give me beautiful kids because
I’ve always wanted kids.
Minnie got in my apartment, as I was busy
with my make-up. She looked at me
smiling…

Minnie: Mmm, I wonder who is the lucky

son of a bitch tonight.

Me: His name is Lucky, I met him at the

resturant.

Minnie: Mnk, so you going to fuck him uqala

umbona?

Me: Duh! We fuck strangers always at the

club, I mean ndine needs…so, yes!

Minnie: What if yi serial killer lomntu?

Me: He isn’t, trust me. How did it go with
Yondi?

Minnie: Can I start by saying, she is super

nice! She likes smiling but things didn’t go
well. Someone hacked through our system
and deleted the footage.

A car beeped outside and my outside and

my phone rang, it was Lucky so I answered
smiling.

Me: Hi, babe?

Lucky: Phuma, ndilapha phandle…

Me: Okay ndiyeza, babe.

He dropped the call and I collected my stuff,
getting myself ready.

Minnie: “Babe”?

Me: If he will eat from this pussy, then it

means ungowam. Whether he likes it or
not.

Minnie: You sound so desperate and like a

psycho, mntase.

Me: Well…I will be one for this man. Bye!

I ran out the house and went to his car, why

is he not a gentleman? He was busy on his
phone…
Lucky: You sure took ixesha lakho.

Me: Couldn’t you be a gentleman and open

the door for me?

Lucky: I will only be a gentleman to my wife,

if uzo catch.a I’feelings phume ngoku
emotweni yam.

I sat there silently then he drove off, I

looked at this sexy man. So he is married?
Maybe if I trap him with a baby he will leave
his wife for me, I mean ndi sexy mna and
ndiyi yellowbone.
·
·
[IN THE HOTEL ROOM.]
I opened my legs so wide for him as he
fucked me with his big dick, I moaned so
loud trying to impress him with my moans. I
wanted to take the condom off his dick but
he pushed my hands away, and held them
to the top of my head giving me deep
thrust. I started shaking uncontrollably and
squirted, he pulled out and I roughly rub my
clit, screaming so loud and squirting. He tap
his dick on my clit as I kept squirting
nonstop.

He put me on a doggy style almost

breaking my back and he tried putting his
dick in my anal hole, hell no!

Me: Ooh no you won’t!

Lucky: Yes, I will and you won’t stop me.

He shoved his dick in my anal hole, he just
broke my anal virginity it was very painful
but pleasure started kicking in. He groaned
fucking me uncontrollably hard.

Me: Yes, baby, fuck me…aaaah!

I rubbed my clit and began squirting again,

he groaned collapsing on top of me. He
struggled taking out his dick from my anal.

Lucky: Shit, condom stuck.e mpundu. Zo

kwenza njani?

Me: Take it out! Haibo!

Lucky: Phola marn, I know a friend of mine
who can help with that.

Me: So your wife, what’s her name?

Lucky: Jonga, my wife won’t be mentioned

when I’m with a slut like you. Nor will you
ask or talk about her, yandiva?

I nod and he looked at me in a very scary

way.

Lucky: Now tell me, what are going to do

with the watch you picked up during the
heist?

Me: I was going to sell it, but I decided to

take it to the police.
Lucky: Why change your mind, suddenly?

Me: Because, I can.

Lucky: Maybe you should sell it to me?

Me: What?

Lucky: Yhr, 50K just for the watch.

Me: No, I would rather sell it at the pawn

shop. I don’t want anything tracing back to
me.

Lucky: Maybe you should drop yonke lento,

I heard that the Seventh Circle are a very
bunch of guys.
Me: I slept with one of them, he is known as
Bragadier.

Lucky: Bragadier is a well known gangster

yes, but that doesn’t mean he is part of The
Seventh Circle.

Me: I saw his neck tattoo that day-

Lucky: There are many people who have

similar, neck tattoos out there! No one
knows the Seventh Circle.

Me: Well people will know now, because I

am going to work with the well known
journalist on exposing “The Seventh Circle”,
and that will make me famous.
Lucky: So wena, ufuna fame?

Me: Who doesn’t, even though we haven’t

found enough evidence yet I trust Yondi
Mndini.

He shook his head looking at me, flaring his

nose and clenching his jaws. I can’t explain
his facial expression.

Lucky: You better drop yonke lento, before

you get hurt and-

I cut him mid-sentence.

Me: I’m not dropping anything, why are you

so defensive about yonke lento! Do you
know these guys?
Lucky: I don’t know them. But, I’m just
trying to warn you because the stories, I’ve
heard about them are real.

Andizova ngaye lo, I’m not dropping

anything mna.

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BUSISIWE NTLONGO.
I blew off the candles, smiling with sadness.
Lucky, didn’t come home yet again tonight.
Worse I told him, I was planning a surprise
for him tonight and I would like it if he
makes it at home early. But, I guess he had
plans of his own. My phone rang and it was
my mother-in-law.
[PHONECALL.]
I sighed biting my lower lip and answered
the phone, holding my tears.

Me: Hello, ma.

Mamazala: Hello, baby. Uright?

Me: Ndiright Ma, wena?

Mamazala: No, ndiright. I was just checking

up on you since ndiku khumbula.

I giggled, my mother-in-law has always

adored me.
Me: Ngo 21:00pm at night? Haa, ufuna your
husband to hate me ndiyabona.

Mamazala: Hayi noko, ndizomnika kuku

and he will be fine.

Me: Maa!! My poor ears.

Mamazala: It’s not like, awuyazi lento ndi

thetha ngayo.

Me: I do, but you can’t be telling me your

sexual business.

She giggled, I sighed wondering if I should

tell her about Ntlantla not coming home.

Mamazala: Uphi, Lucky?

Me: Ukwi study sakhe, going through some
important documents.

I lied through my teeth on his behalf, I hate

lying to elders shame. Kodwa I couldn’t say,
Lucky is not home I know they will call a
family meeting.

Me: Uhm, ma. Look, I have to go… thanks

for checking up on me.

Mamazala: Okay, I love makoti.

Me: I love you too, mamazala.

She dropped the call after blowing me air

kisses over the phone. I threw the phone on
the couch, wiping my falling tears. What if
that lady wasn’t lying? What if he is out
there busy with his sidechick? I cleared up
everything and threw away thw food, such
waste. When it was tidy, I went to our room
and it felt so cold without him here. I
undressed, I was wearing a lingerie and I
bought some sex props hoping that he
could experience his sexual fantasies on
me.

Me: Things we do for men, but they

disappoint.

I sighed and stripped naked, wearing my

pj’s. I just hope he is safe where ever he is.
·
·
Following day, well I still woke up to my
husband not home. So, just to clear my
mind from the many thoughts, about my
husband fucking another woman. I was now
doing at this store, trying to pick between
the two sunglasses in my hand. They are
both beautiful, I was confused on which one
to take.

Voice: Am I allowed to share my thoughts?

I looked at the beautiful, brown skin lady,

she had the body of Beyonce and the
height of Beyonce too. She was just,
perfect with her flawless skin and
contagious smile.

Lady: Hello, earth to you…uright?

Me: Oh my! Uxolo, I just got mesmerized by
your beauty.

Lady: Ohh, enkosi. Umhle nawe..

I smiled looking at her, her smile is that kind

of smile that makes another person smile.

Me: Ndingu, Busi by the way.

Lady: Ndingu, Yondi.

Me: Nice to know you.

Yondi: It’s such a breath of fresh air

meeting new people right?
Me: I wouldn’t know, I don’t even have
friends.

Yondi: Haibo, why?

I watch her take some beautiful, 3 pairs of

sunglasses.

Me: I’m not a people’s person.

Yondi: Okay, ke. So, you still don’t know

which sunglasses to choose?

Me: What?

Yondi: The sunglasses, I noticed you

having a debate with yourself on which one
to choose.
She said pointing to my hand smiling, I
looked and giggled.

Me: I nearly forgot about these, xolo I have

a lot in my mind.

Yondi: Not to be forward, but am I allowed

to help you choose?

Me: Uhm, yeah. Sure, go ahead.

She took the dark olive green one’s, she

made me wear them and turned me to look
at the small mirror provided near the
sunglass cabinet.

Me: They suit me nyani, enkosi.

Yondi: Was just helping a sister out.

Me: So wena, the three pairs?

Yondi: They not for me, they are for my

father’s new lover.

I giggled, she sounded so sarcastic.

Me: You don’t like her?

Yondi: I never met her, it will be my first

time meeting her.

Me: Ohh okay.

Yondi: Let me go purchase these, it was
nice meeting you Busi.

Me: Mind if we exchange, numbers?

Maybe, you could be my first friend.

She smiled and nod, I smiled and we swap

phones and exchanged numbers. When we
bid goodbyes and she went to pay as I went
on looking for more accessories.

[AT HOME.]
I didn’t feel like coming back, sometimes I
feel like Ntlantla is forcing his love for me.
Like how our families, forced us to get
married because they wanted to merge one
of the family businesses.
I opened the door, I had a weave for the
first time ever. I was always a natural hair,
afro lady so I decided to go with something
new and I liked it. I don’t blame slay queens
for always wanting to slay, I would also kill
for this look. I found Lucky, discussing
something with his friends when they saw
me they went quiet.

Me: Molweni, I will be in the room.

I hurried to the room, his friends freaks me

out. I went to my side of the closet and
packed my stuff, when I was done I
admired my new look on the mirror. I asked
the lady to install a frontol, bob weave and I
looked very gorgeous I have to say. I took
selfies and posted some on my WhatsApp
with no caption.
The door opened and I closed my eyes,
breathing in his scent.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, umhle.

Me: Enkosi. Are you guys hungry?

Lucky: Ewe, but we’ll order in.

Me: I don’t mind, cooking something quick

for you guys.

Lucky: You sure?

Me: Ewe, let me just go to the kitchen.

I tried walking past him, but he quickly

blocked my way with his arm. I sighed,
feeling the tears trickle on the tip of my
eyes.

Lucky: I’m sorry for not coming home last

night.

Me: It’s okay. I’m just a arranged wife after

all, so don’t explain yourself.

Lucky: Baby, mamela-

Me: Can I go prepare something quick to

eat? I’m sure your friends are really hungry,
andifuni bathi ndi stingy ngo kutya
someday.

I gently removed his arm out of the way and

walked to the kitchen. I could hear his
friends chuckle from the lounge, inoba bathi
ndiyi clown. Maybe I should put Epson Salt
in the food I will make for them, bazo
hambisa banye!
·
·
I am Busisiwe Ntlongo, a 24 years old CEO
at my father’s company. You will know
more about me, as the story continues.

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INSERT 5.
YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Wednesday today and I’m happy to say,
I finished my first 2 stories before the
deadline and they are submitted already.
My boss was impressed, I just have two left
now. The one of the pastor who is sexually
assaulting teenagers at church and “The
Seventh Circle” heist one, no this one I feel
like it’s going to take me weeks.

Inathi, came to my working station and

looked down on me, ever since we fought
on Monday she has been avoiding my
presence. I looked at her and she gave me
a smile, but I didn’t return the favour.

Me: Ufuna ntoni?

Inathi: Mr. L, want to see you.

Me: What now? Yhoo yadika boss yakho.

Inathi: Don’t let him hear you say that.

She giggled, I ignored her and stood up

from my desk. Honestly, after the shit she
said Monday I don’t like her anymore. I
walked to Mpendulo’s office and she
followed me, I knocked and he told me to
enter.

Mpendulo: Aaaa! Yondi..please take a seat.

I took a seat and looked at him, he told

Inathi to leave and she did.

Me: Everything okay?

Mpendulo: Yes, but not ncam marn.

Me: What seems to be the matter?

Mpendulo: I need you to do a new story for

me, everything is here. Just a few points
needed.

He said that dropping a small notebook on

the table. His joking right? I laughed but
realized uba no marn, lomntu is serious.

Me: Mr. Lugalo, hayi no way…I can’t.

Mpendulo: Please Yondi, ndiyakucela.

Me: Andizo yenza lonto, you can’t be giving

me too much work kanje.

Mpendulo: I’m desperate, please.

Me: There are people here in the company
who would love this opportunity, but not
mna. I had to complete 4 stories, I gave you
the first two before the deadline and I still
have the other 2 to complete.

Mpendulo: Okay let’s do this, you do this

story and I will give you a week off.

Me: I don’t know, the heist story is already

too much to deal with. And I haven’t found
anything solid about it.

Mpendulo: That can wait, please take this

one for now.

Me: This is so unfair, yes I love my job but-

Mpendulo: Are you taking it?

Me: Do I have a choice, you my boss and

you call the shots.

He gave me the details of this woman I

should meet, this is too much shame.

Me: Isn’t Kumkani Tofu, that well known

business man?

Mpendulo: You see, you already showing

interest about this story.

Me: Please, no more stories because I

already have too much.
He made a “cross my heart” sign smiling,
mxm stupid idiot. I stood up leaving his
office, going back to my desk.

[LUNCHTIME.]
I was at the mall looking at some bracelet,
for my father’s lover. I already got her
sunglasses, now I’m thinking of getting her
a smart bracelet because andikho sure
what to get her. She seems like someone,
who would appreciate anything.

Voice: I think that one would look good on

you.

I looked at this person with a deep voice, it

was the one and only Ezile Fanathi. He is
tall, muscular and a ver handsome
chocolate man.
Ezile: Hello, ugrand?

Me: Yeah, I think funeke ndi hambe.

I tried walking past him, but he grabbed my

wrist and glared at me tjoo! Andoyika,
because the look he is giving me is not
friendly.

Ezile: You don’t want me to introduce

myself?

Me: You hurting me, ndiyeke.

Ezile: Ungxamele phi?

Me: I have things to do, let go.

He let go and I rub on my wrist, frowning at
him. I hit him on his shoulder with my
handbag, before hurrying out the store. I
don’t know where I got the guts to hit him,
but I did. Nxxx, stupid fool.

I looked at my wrist and it was redish, ndi

light brown so obviously I was going to
bruise. It hurts shame, yhoo!

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EZILE FANATHI.
I chuckled in disbelief as I watch her walk
out the store, did she just hit me with her
handbag? Usifumana phi isibhindi, atsho
ngoba attractive apha.
Well I did what I came for here, I took my
mother’s delivery and went to my car
driving to my parents house. So my parents
bore me bethuna, because they are always
all over each other. That is why I don’t
normally visit them mna, just wondering
how my 14 years old sister and brother
keep up to their crap.
·
·
At my parents house, I walked in the house
and found them kissing. My dad was
literally squeezing my mom’s boobs, I
cleared my throat and dad spanked as they
pulled out the kiss giggling.

Me: Sies, can’t you guys do such things in

your room?
Dad: Ngazonya, this is our house. We will
have sex wherever we want.

Mom: Na phezu kwe fridge ne, baby?

Dad: Ndikubawela, phezukwayo ngoku.

I rolled my eyes as they tried sharing a kiss

again.

Me: Mama, I brought your delivery.

They just ignored me and kissed, I dropped

the parcel on the floor and left their house.
They are very disgusting shame, I drove to
my house and Lucky’s car was parked
there. I step out my car and went in my
house, this fucker was sitting on my
barstool drinking Coke.

Me: Ye mnqundu wakho!

Lucky: Bawo, tjoo I can’t deal nala Sindi

wakho.

Me: Catch.a kwi first round la mntana!

Lucky: Bra! She was busy talking about me

getting her pregnant last night.

Me: Tjoo! Busi, will divorce your ass. So

uzothini?

Lucky: She is taking the watch to some

pawn shop, and continuing to give that
jouurnalist more information so she could
“expose” us.

Me: Abazo thola nix moc, so chill.

Lucky: Sharp, sarni.

Me: Ekse, ndabona enye medy ebaswe

nyani today e’mall.

Lucky: Hayi, what are you telling me?

Me: Ndithi my world stopped, I’ve never

seen such beauty.

Lucky: Wena? Uncome intombi, hayi the

world is coming to an end.
Me: If ungambona, you would lose your
morals mfethu. Vuthiwe lamntu, fayaaa
yodwa!

Lucky laughed, I got myself a bottle of

water smiling like some idiot. Worse, I don’t
like smiling but I couldn’t help smiling
thinking about that lady.

Lucky: Iyhuwwi, unga catch.i!

Me: Ekse, wandibetha nge handbag yakhe

mfondini!

Lucky laughed as I told him about this lady,

and he said “I lost my touch and ndimbi, yi
lento she didn’t want me”. Yanya lo! Ngoku
ndine skin care routine sarna, every night
and morning.
Me: No, but she is the brave I will give it to
her. Ubetha mna, uBragadier nge purse?

Lucky: Handbag ye brand or li vovo?

Me: La brand, “Chanel” bawo. Mhle la sisi

ingathi, uhlamba nge ice cream then rinse
herself with custard.

He burst out laughing, no ndi serious

kodwa.

Lucky: Hayi suntringa, joe.

Me: Ndizomtya lowa, ndibawela kumeme

yakhe.
Lucky: Njee 2 rounds, ntwana yam?

Me: 2 rounds incinci. Maybe 13

busu…mmh hayi ndizofela kwi kuku,
ndiyayi thanda kuku mna, kumeme is ncaa
mfondini!

He laughed, I wonder uhleka ntoni sarna?

Caba ndim I’comedian sarna.

Lucky: Mfethu, I have a ask..

Me: Ask, bawo.

Lucky: Ndingu mnyeni ogrand?

Me: That’s something you should figure out
yourslef sarni. I don’t know what happens
behind close door, kwi trou yakho.

He looked at me, I raised my one eyebrow.

Me: In my perspective, uyi shit yo mnyeni,

mfethu. I get that you and Busi, were forced
to be together but hayi sarni…if you don’t
love her, you shouldn’t declare your love to
her umnike false hope omnye.

Lucky: Bawo, I love uBusi more than

anything. Yi soulmate yam, leya.

Me: Then why cheat?

Lucky: Nawe, you cheat on Mandisa.

Me: Mna, andi tshatanga sarni. So ndine
freedom to cheat, beside have you ever
heard me declare my love to Mandisa?

Lucky: Hayi, I’ve never.

Me: Yabo! Andimthandi la mntana, the only

way she would stay the fuck away from me
and get that through her empty skull is only
if I kill her.

Lucky: Then why don’t you kill her?

Me: Xa ecishile, yayazi amarhadi azothi

phithi emva kwam.
He sighed and I shook my head looking at
him.

Me: Suba sisbhanxa chomza, you will lose

a real dime because of unnecessary hoes.

Lucky: Problem is, andika gqithi kwi hoeing

phase yam. Yonke lento ka Busi and our
arranged marriage, happened in a blink of
an eye.

Me: Ngoku, ithi lonto awumthandi moc.

Lucky: I really love her sarni.

Me: Theni yeka ufeba, phof lonto is up to

you. Mna ndiyi last person to advise you
about your martial problems, ndi single
mna.
Lucky: Yhr ne, kuyanyiwa there by
marriage.

Me: Is there a specific reason, you

cheating?

Lucky: Missionary style oko, bawo. Mna

ndifuna uba wild, during amanyala.

Me: Ndithi kuwe, hlala phantsi with

mamekhaya wakho. And tell solve izinto,
tell her what you dislike.

Lucky: I will try, eishh.

Me: Subayi kaka marn, sufana nam.

He chuckled and so did I. Mna, Bragadier
ndifuna njee lamntana I met at the store
honestly. She looks like a very interesting,
little feisty devil njee.

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INSERT 6.
YONDI MNDINI.
After the unexpected ordeal I had with Ezile
at the jewelry shop, I drove back to work
since my lunchtime was almost over. As I
drove back to work, I laughed at how bold I
was to him him with my handbag.

At work as soon as I got in the building, I

saw Liyema our friend. When I say “our” I
meant me and Teddy, I smile watching
them talk and laugh. Well…Liyema is a
intern doctor and she is a very dedicated
one. I approach them and she squealed,
standing up then peck my lips before
hugging me.

Me: Girl, where have you been?

Liyema: Away, with my man and guess

what?

Me: What? You pregnant…

Teddy chuckled then smiled folding his

arms.

Liyema: No silly, it’s something else. I’m

engaged!
Me: Really?! Chomi, let me see the bling,
ohh God congratulations!

I pulled her into a hug trust me, I was super

happy for her. I mean she always wanted to
get married at this young age.

Liyema: Well, ring is not yet here.

Me: Haibo, what’s an engagement without a

ring?

Teddy: Exactly what I was asking her

before you came here.
Liyema: Come on guys, he bought the ring
but the size was too big so he had to
change it.

Me: Okay, perfect. I’m happy for you, Lee.

Teddy: Me too, but tjoo ndithi kuwe

mntase… What if ? What if le ndoda,
proposed you nge ring he was meant to use
for his other girl.

Me: Teddy, hayi kawu yeke ezi thoughts

zakho!

Liyema: Yeah, besides Lukholo loves me.

Teddy: Mmm, ndithi ke mna as

uTeddy…”after men, fear men ngoba
zizinja amadyan mntase”! They will hurt you
bad and make sure they leave a sore.

Liyema: Mxm ke Teddy, qalile with your

quotes.

Teddy: I’m just tells, nono! Is not make

sure, ngalo Lukholo wakho.

I wanted to laugh, but held myself. Teddy

uyadika sometimes, he will speak his mind
whether it hurts you or not akana care.

Teddy: Anyways, this Friday si during moc?

Me: Count me out.

Them: Ngakulinge, Yondi!

I laughed and sat down on my working
station, maybe I should go out. But kaloku
Saturday, I have to go to my dad’s so
ndizobona umntu wakhe.

Me: Fine! I’ll go but, I won’t drink too much.

They clapped excitedly. Few minutes later,

Liyema left and me plus Teddy continued
with our work.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was still working, when suddenly the guy I
saw at the mall or should I say the guy who
disturbed my interview with Sindi, came
through the door.

Me: Ohh hell no.

Teddy: Holy, molly! Who is that walking
God?

Me: Andiyazi, but I have a feeling he is here

for me.

Guess what? He really approached my

working station. All the females that were
around was literally drooling over him, even
Teddy!

When he got to my desk, he gently closed

my laptop halfway and looked down at me.
The nerve! I frowned and tried opening it,
but he shut it completely almost hitting my
fingers.

Me: And then?

Teddy: Ohh bhuti, just for one night njee.
Mna, nawe in one bed.

The guy looked at Teddy and squint his

eyes, Teddy is the brave to say that.

Guy: You cute, but sorry I don’t do gays.

Me: Ndibuzile, ufuna ntoni apha?

Andikwazi, nokwazi…

Guy: Ndingu, Lucky mna.

Me: Okay Lucky, can I help you? You

disturbing my work apha.

Lucky: Ndicela sithethe phandle.

Me: If ndithe andifuni?

Lucky: Trust me, ndizoku jongisa nge

colleagues zakho.

I sighed, isn’t he already doing that.

Me: If you try anything stupid, I swear I will

hit you nge heel yale Red bottom yam.
Nawe you can see, the length of it.

He nod and I stood up, my female

colleagues were looking at me. Teddy,
whispered “make sure umtya, azikakele
friend”. I chuckled and followed Lucky, to
the parking lot.
Me: Be quick, I have work waiting for me.

Lucky: Sindi told me, you and her are

working on exposing the men who robbed
the bank.

Kanti, uSindi uphuma kwi khaya elinjani?

Me: Ohh, okay. You here to warn me not to

“go ahead” with the exposé?

Lucky: Yabona ke, you are smart wena.

Me: Don’t be cocky, I won’t stop until I

figure out who pulled up la heist.

Lucky: So you willing to die, just because

ufuna
Expose aba bantu?

Me: And wena, why are you so protective

about yonke lento. Do you know
something?

I asked raising my eyebrow, folding my

arms and he chuckled getting closer to me.

Lucky: I know nothing, but ndithi kuwe drop

this.

Me: Why exactly?

Lucky: You will find yourself six feet under,

for being dragged into messy things.
Me: I have a feeling this is some threat?
Meaning you know something…

Lucky: I know nothinh nyani, but you are

working with a very careless person. Sindi,
told me everything y’all talked about kwi
interview. Imagine, if she told one of the
guys who were doing the heist? They’ll
come after both of you and kill you.

He held the sides of my face and came

closer to my face, he blew air on my face
and I gently pushed him away.

Me: Thanks for le warning or whatever, but-

Lucky: But! Ndithi stay out of it… sharp ke,

nanas.
He turned on his shoe heel and walked to
his car, fucker was driving a Ferrari Roma, I
walked back in the building. Wondering if
should I continue with this exposé?

I sat down on my working station, ignoring

some of the stares.

Teddy: Girl, how was it?

Me: How was what?

Teddy: Duh, umdavazano? With the hunk

you walked out with.

Me: Tee, please marn. Not now, ndiske

ndane stress. I opened my laptop and
continued with “the pastor sexually
assaulting teenagers at church” article.
·
·
Hours later, I was tired and just couldn’t
wait to get home and take a relaxing bath. I
was packing up my things.

Me: Tjoo Teddy, don’t tell me you still

sulking about earlier on?

Teddy: I am vele! You cooled me off when I

was asking you nicely, about the-

Me: Teddy baby, not yonke into is about

sex. I barely know la bhuti, and no…mna,
naye didn’t fuck.

Teddy: Chomi, when will you get laid

kodwa?
Me: Andazi, but for now let me love and
leave you.

I kissed his cheek and he laughed, I smiled

looking at him.

Teddy: The way woyika sex ngakhona. Ndi

sure, kuku yakho had spider webs, uli virgin
eli tyiwe years back!

I laughed, yagula Teddy. I love him kodwa

ngoba he such a breath of fresh air and free
spirited. A while later, I was driving home. I
stopped at the traffck light the car next to
me revved and when I tried to look, who
this dramatic person is my phone rang.

[PHONECALL.]
I looked at the number I don’t know, then
answered hoping it is not work related.

Me: Hello?

Voice: Thank God, you answered! Yondi

mntanam, I need you.

Me: Mama?

Mama: I’m glad you know, you have a

mother.

What does she want and where did she, get

my numbers?

Me: Ufuna ntoni, Fikelwa?

Mama: You need to come home-

Me: Please, ungandidiki. In fact please

don’t ever call me again.

I dropped the call and looked at the driver

next to me. It was Ezile, he look at me then
winked at me. He sped off as soon as the
robot’s turned green, I feel like he is
stalking me. Why did I see him twice in a
day, or maybe not. I always see him on the
socials, papers and now that I’m seeing him
face-to-face it’s weird.

I mean sithetha ngo, Bragadier apha. He is

such a hot, chocolate complexion man.
With a perfect body structure, no wonder
girls throw themselves at him.
[A WHILE LATER.]
I was at home, taking a bath. I was relaxing
in the bathtub filled with bubbles and all
kinds of relaxing salts.

My phone rang next to me on the bath

frame, I sighed and accept the call putting it
on loudspeaker.

Me: Teddy, what now?

Teddy: Girl, ndine ndaba! A girl lied about

being ganged raped at this Kasi, and mna
nawe siya pha ngomso to do our ntatheli
job.

Me: Sorry, I can’t. I have a lot in my plate.

Teddy: Come on, this is such a huge story.

This one doesn’t really get it xa ndithi, I am

swamped up.

Me: I already have an interview, tomorrow.

So, do this with someone else.

Teddy: Mxm, I’d rather go alone.

Colleagues zakho likes competition kaloku.

I chuckled, he always says this.

Me: And be careful, chomeka.

Teddy: Yayazi kaloku, ndi famous. So being

careful, zinto zam.
Me: You are the lady, you think you are!

Teddy: Yhoo ke sarna, I met enye indoda

today after work at the mall.

I laughed in disbelief, this one is always

meeting amadoda.

Me: Mntase, ithini body count yakho?

Teddy: Sheeesh, you would faint if you

would know.

He told me about this guy, he met

apparently the dude has a girlfriend but
ufuna noTeddy.

Me: Manje, ufuna ubakwi polygamy?

Teddy: Ewe, as long as ndizo fumana dick
yakhe. Chomi, on a serious note when will
you find a man?

Me: With the way ndi busy ngakhona, I

don’t think I’ll have time for a man.

Teddy: No, next week. I’m setting you up

with a hot guy, futhi awuzo debate about it.

I laughed, yagula lo. I will get a man, xa

kuthande mna self.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up feeling tired as hell, I couldn’t get
enough sleep because I’ve been thinking
njee. I need to see my therapist, because
she gives me good advises. I prepared
myself for work, today I can feel I will be
having a long day.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I was

wearing my light Purple ladies power suit,
white plain T-shirt and white Reebok kicks. I
let my knotless braids loose, they are still
very fresh and neat.

Me: Okay, Yondi babes. You got this.

I went to the kitchen for breakfast, nothing
much just some Cornflakes. I ate and
washed my bowl, then went back to my
room to rinse my mouth and got my things.
·
·
Sometime later, I was at the parking at work
lot laying my head on my driving wheel. A
knock went on my window, it was my boss.
Shit, shit, shit! I rolled the window down.

Me: Aww, my favourite boss.

Mpendulo: Yondi, I’m your only boss and I

just caught you slacking.

Me: Mr. Lugalo, please I apologize. It’s just

that ndine headache and I don’t want to
take painkillers because they will make me
drowsy.

Mpendulo: I feel bad, look…why don’t you

go home and take a day off?

Me: Nah, I have to interview someone ngo

11:00am so andizo kwazi uyithi cancel.

Mpendulo: I will ask Anam, to fill in for you.

Me: Sir, ndiright. Really, I am.

He looked at me with worry then sighed.

Mpendulo: Okay. Just don’t let any of your

colleagues see you like this, they will notice
you my favourite.
I chuckled as he walked away, if it wasn’t
for this interview I was going to take the
offer of going home. I’m interviewing the
wife of Kumkani Tofu, they are on of the
wealthiest couple.

I step out of my car then walked in the

building, greeting my colleagues. As I sat
on my working station Anam, she one of my
female colleagues… came to me.

Anam: You seem so off mood today.

Me: You have no idea, I want this day to

end already.
Anam: Right. Teddy asked me to
accompany him to this Kasi for a scope.
Actually, he demanded me.

Me: That’s Ted, for you.

Just then, Teddy walked in holding two

cups of coffee. He smiled giving me one
and I thanked him. Anam, walked away…

Teddy: Bitch, you look drained.

Me: I am drained. The boss offered me a

day off but I declined.

Teddy: Hayi, hayi. Why?

Me: I have this interview with someone, that
I have to do. Worse ndinayo ne ntloko
ebuhlungu, tjoo Teddy.

Teddy: I hope we still going out tomorrow

night. You can’t be burying yourself with
work on a Friday, night.

Me: Yeah, I know. Plus, Saturday I’m

meeting my new stepmother.

Teddy: Wait…your father found himself a

woman?

I nod and sip my coffee looking at him, he

quickly pulled a chair and sat opposite me.
Anam, was long gone shame omnye
umntana.
Teddy: Start talking…

Me: Andina problem with him being in love.

My only problem is that, what if she will be
another stepmontser in my life.

Teddy: Not all “step-parents” are monsters,

I hate that the man who married your
mother intsalled this fear on you.

Me: Yeah. And I’m also glad my father

found someone, he deserves to be happy.

Teddy: Jonga, I wonder who is the lucky

woman because your daddy is such a
snack!
I laughed, Teddy always had this weird
crush on my father. They once met and my
father treats him like family.

Me: You still crushing on him?

Teddy: Asoze ndiyeke!

I chuckled, sipping on my coffee. He sipped

his too then looked at me battling his
eyelashes.

Me: What now?

Teddy: So ngomso, ndiyo tyiwa. I really

desperately need you to cover up for me,
xa uMpendulo ebuza ndiphi.
Me: Since, I’m no cockblocker then fine.
But, you owe me shame.

Teddy: Yabona wena! Uyi bestie yam,

nyani.

I giggled and he kissed my cheek, taking a

seat on his working station.
·
·
11:00am, I wss sitting in Gcobisa Tofu’s
office. She owns a very beautiful resturant
and she is such a elegant lady, unesdima.

Gcobisa: I love how punctual, you are.

Me: Kanto sometimes, I do get late kwi
interviews zam. Only if I get held up, ooh
and lovely resturant by the way.

She smiled and thanked me. One of her

waitress came in the office with our drinks,
it was juice. I’m still on my working hours
bethuna.

Me: So, what is this interview about?

Gcobisa: I want to expose my husband.

Me: What has he done?

She sighed as I took out mu small recorder

and notebook, with a pen.
Gcobisa: He is doing a lot and I’m sick and
tired of him.

Me: Mind if I record this conversation? It’s

how I normally catch up on some points
after a interview.

Gcobisa: I don’t mind at all, sthandwa sam.

I switched on my recorder, preparing myself

for the intro. I always do this, just to have
proof that I didn’t make up the information I
write. Some people will tell you a story,
when you publish it they will claim it’s wrong
info and lies. Then you will be the bad guy
in media and public eyes, plus obviously
law will be involved too.
Me: This is Yondi Mndini, journalist at
Media Ink company and I’m with Mrs.
Gcobisa Tofu. The date this interview is
done is the 5th of March…

I went on with my intro as she listened

closely.

Me: Ready, Mrs Gcobisa Tofu?

She smiled and I opened my notepad.

Me: So ke, tell me the reason behind this

interview?

Gcobisa: As everyone knows, I’m this

woman who is in a happy marriage. Truth
be told, those happy moments are just for
the public eyes. No one knows what I go
through, behind those walls of the place I
call home.

Me: Shesh, that is a unexpe0 turn. Do you

mind going into detail?

Gcobisa: Simple. My husband, Kumkani

Tofu is a monster. A devil hiding behind a
cute baby face, he is a manipulative
cheater, abuser and killer.

Me: Killer? Who has he killed?

Gcobisa: Too many souls. We have a

dungeon in our mansion, that is where all
the killings happen.

I shook my head in anger, noting everything

down as the recorder was also recording. I
hate abusive men, I’ve survived that and
I’m happy but I hate them.

Me: Does he kill innocent people? How

many has he killed if you might guess?

Gcobisa: Some would be people who owes

him, some would be people who betrays
him. Most of the time, people who doesn’t
want to do business with him.

She sighed, playing with her fingers as I

dotted some points.

Me: We can always stop this interview, if

you want?

Gcobisa: No, no. Please, let’s continue I will

be fine.
I nod feeling sorry for her, it aint nice
bottling up abuse that I personally know.

Me: Coming back to you, when did the

abuse begin?

Gcobisa: Soon after he married me, the

night of our honeymoon.

Me: Not to sound judgemental or anything.

But, what made you stay?

Gcobisa: I always told myself he would

change, but he never did. Everytime I try to
leave, he would find me and beat me to
pulp.
Me: Hayi marn, ingcolile lendoda.

Gcobisa: Ngu brother ka devil, he is the

devil’s shadow.

Me: Do you think, you safe now that you

want to expose him to the world?

Gcobisa: No, but I’m tired. I want everyone

to know he is not as sweet as he appears,
should anything happen to me everyone will
know he is behind it.

Me: I’m speechless. I hate abusive men

honestly, is there else you might want to
add?

Gcobisa: No, I think that would be all.

I switched off the recorder and sighed. As a
victim of abuse, I feel very sad for her.
Stories like these really triggers me
sometimes.

Me: Thank you for sharing your story, I

hope you find the help you need and heal
from all this.

She thanked me, I packed up my this and

left.

·
·
NARRATED.
Somewhere in the world, Yondi’s mother
sat with her husband.
Fikelwa: Baby, yintoni lena uyicingayo?

Zuko: Get close to your daughter, we need

to get her under our wing again.

Fikelwa: Haibo, why?

Zuko: Why? Undibuza ukunya, Fikelwa.

Fikelwa: You’ve put her through a lot

already, she hates me because of wena.

Zuko: I don’t care! I have a friend, who

needs a bride.

Fikelwa: My daughter, won’t marry your old

friends!
Zuko: Shame, now you know she is yours?

Fikelwa: She is mine. Yes, I let you marry

her off at the age of 19 to that abuser but
not again!

Zuko: You don’t even love her.

Fikelwa: I don’t vele, kodwa you not doing it

finish and klaar!

Zuko: Why?

Fikelwa: Yondi’s biological father, is a very

powerful man. He makes things happen in
a blink of an eye, who knows he might be
planning to avenge us.
Zuko: We did nothing wrong!

Fikelwa: We married off Yondi at the age of

19, turned a blind eye to the abuse she was
experiencing kula mtshato. Mna, her damn
mother couldn’t stop lonto…so asikho safe!

Zuko sighed, he never met Simphiwe

Mndini and he will take his chances. Yondi,
marrying his friend will bring them millions
and Fikelwa loves money.

Zuko: I will hire people, to kidnap her.

Fikelwa: Do you, and watch me leave your

ass.
Zuko: Uye kubani? You have no one wena.

Fikelwa: I will go play victim kwi ex yam,

tata ka Yondi. Besides, he is rich ngoku.

Zuko: Uyi gold digger, wena.

Fikelwa: A proud one at that. Phela, I won’t

die for your carelessness mna.

Zuko: Okay, what about the millions my

friend offered me?

Fikelwa: Kidnap a stranger. Yondi, is highly

protected under Simphiwe’s wing.

Zuko: Mxm.
Fikelw: Futhi, we already have millions in
our accounts. Suba greedy..

Zuko: Yeah, whatever. Ndiyakuva.

He drank his whiskey, looking at his Rolex.

Zuko, can’t have kids of his own so that is
why he treated Yondi badly.

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YONDI MNDINI.
It is Friday today, surprisingly my day went
very quick at work. I knocked out around
15:00pm in the afternoon, right now I'm on
my way to Liyema's house since she asked
me to go over afterwork.

[55 MINUTES LATER.]

I was with Liyema, she was telling me about
how stressed she is about getting married.

Liyema: Mntase, I'm getting married in a

few weeks.

Me: That is amazing, have you already

started planning your wedding?

Liyema: Yes, plus andifuni bridesmaids.

Me: That is also fine, I mean you being

different.
Liyema: Yes. I would say you and Teddy be
my maid of honors, but I want something
new.

Me: So awuzo banayo ne flower girl?

-won't you have a flower girl?

Liyema: My sister's daughter will be of help.

I gave her the side-eye. Liyema and her

sister don't get along at all, so it surprises
me that ufuna mntana ye sister yakhe to be
her flower girl.

Liyema: Talk. I can see you giving me the

side-eye.
Me: Just that, will your sister allow you to
make her daughter your flower girl?

Liyema: I hope so, if akafuni then shame on

her.

I chuckled. I still don't get why they hate

each other, maybe it's personal issues.

Me: Do you have some wine apha?

Liyema: Yes, baby. There is plenty.

Me: I need some please, just njee to be

tipsy.

Liyema: Suku olude?

-long day?
Me: No, qha khona esi story that is
stressing me.

Liyema: Stress siyabulala ke.

-stress kills.

Me: Of course doc, you always tell me that.

She giggled, I took off my heels and walked

barefoot with her to the kitchen. We got
wine and snacks, something to munch on
while chatting.

Me: I'm so ready for tonight.

Liyema: Me too, mntase! Ndifuna unxila

then drunk text indoda yam.
Me: Tsiii! Too bad for me, ndiyi single chick.

Liyema: But mntase, why is your gorgeous

self still single?

Me: As much as I wish to have a man, I feel

like I won't have time for him.

She rolled her eyes, throwing herself on the

couch. I sat on the other couch and placed
my legs on it, after pouring myself the wine.

Liyema: So, rather drown yourself with

work?

Me: It keeps me going.

Liyema: As long as you won't change your
mind, about partying this weekend.

Me: Not a chance!

I drank from the glass of wine and ate from

the packet of Lays, on top of me. Liyema
smiled looking at her phone...

Me: You good, babes?

Liyema: Lukholo, just sent me a picture of

his dick.

Me: Sheesh. Nude texting, huh?

Liyema: Yeap. Wanna see his dick? Inkulu

rhaa!
I made a disgusting face, is she seriously
asking me something that foolish. She burst
out laughing looking at my facial
expression.

Me: It's a pass for me, sies!

Liyema: Uphi, uTeddy anyways?

Me: He went to a dick appointment, ude

walova nase span.
-he even dodge work.

She laughed and we sat there drinking

wine, eating snacks and chatting like crazy.
·
·
Later that night, I wore my Shein Belle Tie
Back Runched Side Wrap Hem Satin Cami
dress, it was olive in color. With my clear
heel Square Toe high Stiletto, I'm sure you
noticed I'm always on heels well I love
heels they might make my feet hurt at times
if I wear them for too long, but I love them.
My not so long extensions lashes were still
on fleek, with a lip therapy lipgloss on my
lips. I let my knotless braids loose and got
other necessary things I would need for the
night. Except my car keys, I won't drive my
precious cargo while drunk.

[AT THE CLUB.]

My friends and I were sitting on the VIP
section, drinking and having fun. People
were dancing and having the time of their
lives.
Me: No, ndifuna ujaiva marn!
-i want to dance!

Teddy: You and me, together peto!

Liyema: Yhuu, niyandazi mna I have two

left feet.

Me: I should teach you how to dance, haibo

uzo jaiva njani on your wedding day?

Teddy: Sizoku mnika umgwinyo, kaloku!

We laughed, bethuna the alcohol we were

drinking was very expensive. But it was
worth it, when I was drunk enough I stood
up and danced. Teddy joined me and we
twerked, not caring who was watching while
Liyema made videos of us.
·
·
Some while later, I went to the bathroom
and did my business. As I walked out I met
my ex sister wife, she looked shocked to
see me.

Sibahle: Yondi! Oh my gosh, it's really you!

She jumped on me giving me a hug, I

stumbled a bit losing balance because I
was drunk.

Me: Hey, uright?

Sibahle: Ewe. Awumhle, look at you!

Me: Enkosi, uhmm not to be rude but I need
to go back to my friends.

Sibahle: Ohh I was hoping you would love

to see, Onwaba.

I burst out laughing, is she hearing herself.

Me: Why would I want to meet a man, who

has put me through hell?

Sibahle: He's changed-

Me: Sibahle, ndinxile kamnandi ne? And

don't try ukupha umfutho wam nge
nonsense.
Sibahle: Uxolo, I thought maybe you
forgave him.

Me: Icebo do not thought.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice

that angers my whole entire self.

Onwaba: Yondi, hey.

Me: Fuck you, andiyo chomi yakho!

Onwaba: Chill tiger, you've grown to be a

beautiful lady.

Me: Hlukana nam yevha!

I walked away and went to where my
friends are, I was so angry.

Teddy: Hayi, what's with you?

Me: Just saw my worst nightmare.

I poured myself a vodka and gulped it,

feeling the burn on my throat. I opened a
can of Brutal Fruit and drank it.

Liyema: Wait...don't tell me you saw la ex

husband yakho?

Me: Him and his wife.

Teddy: The bitch is still witj that abuser?

Me: Cacile she enjoys la abuse yala ndoda.
-it's evident she enjoys his abuse.

Liyema: Hope they won't be a problem.

Me: They should go back to wherever they

were.

Teddy poured me another shot and I drank

it in one go, downing it with the Brutal Fruit
again.

[SATURDAY MORNING.]
I woke up in my house, Teddy dropped me
here in the middle of the night. My father
called just to confirm if I was still coming
and I told him yes. I'm just glad I'm not that
hangover, I cleaned around my already tidy
room then went for a shower after opening
the blinds and windows.

[AT MY FATHER'S HOUSE.]

My father was so happy to see me and so
was I happy to see him.

Dad: Awumhle, ntombi ka Tatakhe.

Me: Ndifuzile kaloku, all thanks to your

good genes.

Dad: Uzama uthi ndimile oku ka Beyonce

nam?

I laughed, I don't understand why wonke

umntu who knows me and meet me for the
first time always say I have the height and
beautiful body of Beyonce.

Me: No, not bodically. But, facially some

features are yours.

Dad: Good thing awuyi fuzanga la bitch

ingu nyoko, ilibityo.

Me: Okusalayo, ela bityo wuwlitya

everyday.

Dad: Futhi I don't regret it, because if I

regret it ithi lonto I regret having you.

I smiled looking at him, he pulled my

cheeks and kissed my forehead. My father
is so tall guys, tjoo I'm glad I never took
after him nge height. No offense to tall
ladies though...

Me: So, iphi cherry yakho?

Dad: She will be here in something

minutes. What did you get her?

He tried reaching for the giftbags in my

hand, but I hit his hand.

Me: They are not yours, nantsi eyakho

kuwe.

Dad: Ndi curious njena.

Me: Uzoyibona xa evula ngo kwakhe.

He asked me to help him set up the table,
since we will be having lunch with his
woman. I place the gifts in my room that I
always use when I'm here, then went to
help him set the table. One thing about my
father, he is the best cooker. He once told
me that he wanted to be a chef in some
point in life, but when he got to University
all that changed. He fell in love with
business instead...
·
·
3 hours later, I finally met my father's lover
and she is very gorgeous and super nice.
We were all done eating, just sitting in the
lounge getting to know each other. My
father was sitting next to her, being
affectionate and sis Babsie was so shy.

Me: Haibo, sis Babsie why uzoba shy?

Dad: Mbuze, tshini thiza!

Her name is Babalwa and apparently she

doesn't have kids. Her son died years ago
and her husband divorced her, right after
the funeral of their son. Men are vile
shame.

Babalwa: We can't be all touchy in front of

you, Yondi.

Me: I'm fine with that njena, as long as you

don't kill each other just showing love.

They chuckled and I sipped my wine.

Me: Yazi, I don't have a good history when
it comes to step parents. I hope that history
won't repeat itself.

Babalwa: Trust me, it won't. I'm retired

Therapist so if you need a shoulder to cry
on ndikhona.

Me: We have a lot in common, I once

wanted to be a Therapist nam.

She smiled and I excused myself, going to

the room to get her gifts. When I returned to
the lounge I found them kissing, I cleared
my throat and she quickly pulled out the
kiss. My father looked at me frowning.

Dad: Yondi, did you have to disturb?

Me: My bad, don't worry she will be yours
all night.

Babalwa: Aren't you sleeping over?

Me: Hayi Ma, I'm going out with friends

tonight.

She nod and I gave her the giftbags, she

smiled so excitedly and started clapping her
hands like a little kid. I giggled and my
father smiled as she opened her gifts.

Dad: What did she get you?

Babalwa: A dildo.

Dad: I will burn it, nqumakho!

We laughed looking at his jealous self. I
actually bought her 3 pair of sunglasses, a
set of perfumes and a bracelet.

Babalwa: Enkosi Yondi, I feel bad I didn't

get you anything.

Me: Kanti don't worry, I'm glad you love

them ma.

Dad: So khona dildo nyani?

Babalwa: Ewe, baby. A big black one.

Dad: Yondi, you wouldn't betray me like that

ntwana?
Me: It's called spicing things up.

Dad: Yabona mna, asoze umntu wam

asebenzise lo pipi ye plastic ndikhona. Ye
Babalwa?

Babalwa: Baby?

Dad: Does Yondi know, ungxola ku

hlokome neighbours during sex?

She looked down blushing, I burst out

laughing.

Dad: Su blush.a, muntuza.

Me: Taka Yondi, myeke sis Babsie.

Dad: Khona don't you want a sibling,
Yondi?

Me: Obviously I want one.

Dad: Hamba ke, mna noMuntuza sibeno

kwenza umntana.

I smiled looking at the blushing Babalwa, I

don't blame my dad for falling for her. She
is such a gorgeous woman, with a flawless
skin and her aura itslef makes you calm.

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THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 9.
YONDI MNDINI.
That same Saturday, I left my house around
16:00pm in the afternoon. When I arrived at
my house I was shocked to find Sindi and
Minnie at my doorstep. How did they get in
my yard? Futhi how did they know where I
live?

I step out of my car frowning, they smiled at

me.

Me: Who gave you my address?

Sindi: Uhm, we kind of followed you this

other day.

Me: You stalked me?

Sindi: Don’t make it sound bad.

Me: It is bad! Ye marn, uya masa?

Minnie: Yondi, we are sorry but we need

you.

Me: Need me? I thought you were done

giving me information about the heist.

Sindi: Can we talk endlini?

I clenched my jaws and looked at them

trying to compose my anger.

Me: Let this be the last time ndinobona

kwam, you basically invading my home.
Sindi: Haibo, we not-

Me: Ningene njani in my yard if you not?

Minnie: We sort of jumped the wall.

Me: Ningama phara azi slay queens.

Sindi: You insulting us!

Me: Good, you should’ve thought about

lonto before jumping idonga lam. I should
put electrical fences sarna.

I walked pass them and opened my

aluminium gate and my door. They followed
me to the lounge, Sindi gasped and looked
around.

Minnie: Intle indlu yakho.

Me: Enkosi, start talking.

I said as we sat down on the couches, I put

my one leg on top of the other.

Sindi: Won’t you offer us some wine.

Me: I don’t give buglars offers mna.

Minnie sighed and Sindi cleared her throat.

Me: So nithi kutheni?

Sindi: About the exposé, when will you
publish it?

Me: And why would I tell you?

Sindi: Because I gave you the information.

Me: It wasn’t solid, futhi reason I won’t tell

you about when I will publish the story is
because wena uthetha everything xa ubona
dick.

She shifted uncomfortably and cleared her

throat, Minnie looked at her frowning then
back at me.

Minnie: What you mean?

Me: Well, chomi yakho told a guy named
“Lucky” about le exposé. Ngoku the guy
comes to my work and threaten me.

Minnie: What if it’s one of them? The

Seventh Circle?

Sindi: If he was, we would’ve been dead by

now.

Me: La watch, what did you do with it?

Sindi: Ndizoyi thengisa at the pawn shop.

Me: Take it to the cops.

Sindi: Ndifuna imali! So, I won’t take it to
the cops.

I shook my head, such people end up dead

on the side of the road or somewhere.

Me: Okay, if that is all ndicela nihambe.

Sindi: Make sure you mention my name in

that exposé “SINDI KUBONI”, ndifuna uba
known by everyone.

Me: You positive about lonto?

Sindi: Ewe.

Me: Sharp. Vayani ke.

They left, I won’t open the yard gate for
them. Bazo phuma the way bangene
ngakhona.
·
·
At the club, I was dancing on the seat
drinking and smoking hubbly.

Teddy: Chomi zam, namhlanje anizobana

transport to take you home.

Liyema: Haa, Teddy?

Me: You have a dick appointment?

Teddy: Yes, imnandi dick yala mfana!

We laughed and continued drinking and
having fun, I felt like someone is looking at
me but I didn’t even bother checking who it
was.

Me: Let’s order some shots, it will be on my

tab.

Teddy: Whooo! Now you talking, I will go

order them.

He stood up going to get the shots, Liyema

looked at me.

Liyema: So uzogoduka nga ntoni?

Me: Uber. There is this guy I know who is a

uber driver, plus ndinayo ne number yakhe.
Liyema: I can always ask Lukholo to take
you home xa ezondi thatha.

Me: Nah, subana stress. I will be fine

chomza.

We clicked our glasses and drank, Teddy

came back with 30 shots and cocktails. We
had them each took 10 shots, I felt ncaa.

Me: Yhuu, yabona ke! I’m feeling dope.

Teddy: Mamela! Ku short.a nge dick!

Liyema: Mine is not here shame, it’s at

home.
Me: Unfortunately for me ke.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was so drunk, dancing in the crowd with
other people too. “ K.O FT YOUNG
STUNNA AND BLXCKIE- SETE” was
playing, jonga I was feeling the vibe like
everyone or every drunk person here.
When suddenly someone hugged me from
behind. Whoever it was smelled really great
and it was definitely a guy, because I could
feel the boner.

Me: Hayi, suka rhaa!

Person: Phola marn, ndim uEzile.

Me: Bragadier?
Ezile: Ndithe Ezile, don’t call me Bragadier
wena.

My heart started to race, what does he want

from me. He held me from behind and
pulled me to him, our bodies moving in slow
rhythm as he sang Young Stunna’s part in
my ear. I tried moving away from him but he
tightened his grip, gently biting my ear I
closed my eyes feeling some sexual
feeling.

Once Young Stunna was done singing,

Bragadier stopped singing too and turned
me to look at him.

Me: Ufuna ntoni kum?

Ezile: Ndifuna impundu shame, I won’t lie
mntase.

Me: What?

Ezile: Uvile, andizozi phinda. Oko ndiki

jongile all night, ndibatyiwe for wena.

I was honestly gobsmacked by his

bluntness, I yanked myself away from him
and went back to my friends. The fuck just
happened? I drank the alcohol like water,
as much as Bragadier is attractive I will
never fuck with him shame.

[SUNDAY MORNING.]
I woke up in bed, I don’t remember how I
got here but this is not my room. I looked
under the black silk cover and I was only in
my matching Contrast Floral Chain Strap
lingerie set, who undressed me? I touched
my vagina but I wasn’t feeling any type of
pain.

Voice: Wenzani?

I quickly looked up and I’m met by the

handsome devil, himself. Only with a grey
towel wrapped around his lower body, he
was leaning against his ensuite door frame.
I quickly pulled up the cover, covering
myself and sat up straight, leaning on the
headboard.

Me: Bragadier, how did I get here?

Ezile: I brought you here.

Me: Where is here exactly?

Ezile: Ku kwam. Don’t cover yourself futhi I

already saw lo sexy body last night.

I held on to the covers, looking at him. His

muscular self was so hot without clothes.

Me: You undressed me?

Ezile: Ewe, khona ingxaki apho?

Me: Ikhona! Uleli phi wena, Ezile?

Ezile: Next to you babes, such a nice

feeling. Phantse nda kutya qha andilo sela
le kuku.
I was so speechless, I tried my very best
not to look at him because he looks like a
yummy chocolate. My heart raced as I
recognized his neck tattoo, as he walked to
his closet. It was a Jaguar head and it
looked hella hot! From the back of his
shoulder, to his upper arm he had a tattoo
of a wing extending.

Me: Ziphi impahla zam, I have to leave.

Ezile: Ungxamele phi? Andilazi ne gama

lakho, baby.

Me: Ndingu “baby” igama lam, please I

need to leave.

I wasn’t about to tell him my real name,

uright ngoku engalazi. He chuckled and
turned to look at me, biting his lower
lip…FARA GAWD!!

Ezile: Hlamba kuqala, I also have some

spare toothbrush.

Me: Ezile-

Ezile: Mamela, andizozi phinda. Uba

ndifuna uku vingcela apha mini yonke I will
do lonto, andoyiki mntu mna baby wam.

Me: Ndicela privacy ke.

Ezile: I already saw your naked body,

unayo ne tattoo of a butterfly on the lower
back of your waist.
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INSERT 10.
BUSI NTLONGO.
Things have been weird apha endlini, I
won’t ask indoda about his whereabouts
because he will definitely lie moc.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, ndicela sithethe.

Me: Can we talk afterwork? I’m actually late

for a meeting.

Lucky: Okay. I love you ne?

Me: I don’t believe you, but sharp.

He tried kissing me but I backed away and
gave him a cold hug. I won’t be played by
Ntlantla, he should have told me from the
get go that our relationship is strictly
“business” even though we are married out
of our will. I left the house driving to work,
maybe I should ask Yondi to join me for
lunch today.

[IN MY OFFICE.]
I had an early meeting with one of our
shareholders, but my mind wasn’t here. Her
name is Ziyabukwa Dyan…

Ziya: Hello, sisi…uright?

Me: Uhm, xolo. Just that my mind is

somewhere else.
Ziya: I can see that, because you weren’t
even blinking or listening.

Me: You can continue…

She looked at me arching her eyebrow and

folding her arms. She is intimidating, in a
cute way.

Ziya: No, we won’t continue nale meeting.

Me: What? Why? Please torgo.

Ziya: Mntase, I say clear your mind first. Let

us reschedule this meeting.

Me: Xolo for wasting your time.

Ziya: Akho ghost. Please Busi, stop over
thinking ayikho good for mental health.

Me: Hey. Can I ask you something?

Ziya: Is it work related?

Me: Uhm, no actually.

She sighed and nod, drinking from her

bottle of water.

Me: What would you do if the man you love

is acting suspicious?

Ziya: Suspicious as in like-

Me: Cheating, I mean cheating.

Ziya: Honestly, I wouldn’t know since
Uyanda has never put me in that position.

Me: I heard wen and Uyanda Jama, are

engaged futhi. Congratulations, your
engagement party was spontaneous tellinv
by the pictures.

Ziya: Enkosi, baby. Kodwa…do you think

your husband is cheating on you?

I started telling her everything, since I’ve

known her I noticed she isn’t a judgemental
person. Plus she gives good advices, so I’m
hoping for those advices.

Ziya: Have you two ever sat down and talk,

like have a serious deep talk?
Me: Not really, we just gave our marriage a
shot from the get go.

Ziya: Communication is key, so hlale ne

ndoda yakho phantsi and speak your
feelings. Or whatever it is bothering you
that you don’t like.

Me: I will try, he wanted us to talk this

morning but I told him afterwork.

Ziya: So, uzothini if he is cheating?

Me: Accept it. Kakade, kakade mna and

him we are forced to love each other.
Ziya: Should I borrow you my gun in case
things go South?

Me: A gun? You own a gun?

Ziya: Yeap. I call it “Tiny”, it is tiny but

mighty. Works very good wonders…

I looked at her shocked, she didn’t get me

as a type that carry guns.

Me: You serious?

Ziya: I’m just a lady, looking out for another

lady.

Me: I’m cool, thanks.

Ziya: Okay. Ungavumeli indoda ikwenze
clown, babes. Zisile ezi dyan, you should
give him the taste of his own medicine.

We spoke for a while, then she left. I went

back to doing my other work.
·
·
During lunchtime, I was with Yondi at this
resturant eating their amazing food. When
we were done we ordered some drinks.

Me: Yazi, it’s weird being in a public place

with someone other than my husband.

Yondi: So you married?

Me: Yeah, well it wasn’t by choice but
eventually we fell for each other at first
sight.

Yondi: That is awesome, it never worked

out for me.

Me: You were in a arranged marriage?

Yondi: Yeap, and it was a nightmare trust

me.

I looked at her sip her wine, she had this

emotionless expression. So, I decided to
change the topic.

Me: So uyi journalist?

Yondi: Yes. Would you believe me if I told
you at a certain point in life, I wanted to be
a Therapist.

Me: And what changed ke?

Yondi: Everything, I became a broken soul.

So I thought to myself “Yondi, how will you
be therapeutic to others if you are such a
broken soul”.

She chuckled bitterly and drank her wine.

Me: You don’t have to talk about it.

Yondi: No, I want to. I’m not afraid of

sharing my story with you.
Me: Maybe, you-

Yondi: Maybe, we should get some more

wine.

She called the waiter and asked for more

wine.

Me: Mna, I was married off at the age of 21

because my family and husband’s family
wanted to merge business.

Yondi: So did they? Sorry if I’m going all

journalist on you, I guess asking questions
is in my veins.

I giggled and told her it’s fine.

Me: They did, I’m a CEO at my father’s
company and my husband is a CEO at his
father’s company. But he also has his other
company.

Yondi: That is actually big.

Me: Yeah-

Waiter: Your wine is here, sorry for the

delay.

Me: It’s okay, thank you.

Yondi opened it and poured some for us,

she sipped her. I guess I’m not going back
to the office after this.
Yondi: I got married off by my stepfather
who hated me at the age of 19 years.

Me: Where was your mom?

Yondi: Around, she didn’t care about me

being sold she was just happy that she was
getting money out of all the shitty thing.

She sighed and gulped her wine, pouring

some more in her glass.

Yondi: The guy was 6 years older than me,

he had a wife and she surprisingly
welcomed me with warm hands and we
were close.

I looked at her tighten her grip on the wine

glass.
Yondi: The fucker was very abusive, I tried
telling my mother but she turned a blind
eye. His damn parents turned a blind eye
too.

Me: And the wife?

She kept telling me about her past, trust me

she had it bad.

Me: You still in touch with your mother?

Yondi: No, I hate her.

We sat there talking more and getting to

know each other. It is safe to say, I found a
friend in her like I’ve never befriended
anyone because I’m not a social person.

[AT HOME.]
I found Lucky looking awful, he looked
really stressed and I honestly didn’t care at
this point.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, you back?

Me: Yes. And guess what, I need honest

answers from you.

Lucky: Unxilile, baby.

Me: Ntlantla, I’m tipsy and you wanted to

talk andithi?
Lucky: Not unje…

Me: Kanti, I want us to talk right now.

I put my things on the kitchen counter, and

went to the sitting room. We both sat down,
I looked at him all sexy msoonu ye
manwhore.

Me: Are you cheating on me?

Lucky: I will be honest, yes I am.

Me: So, mna I don’t satisfy you?

Lucky: You do sometimes. It’s just that you

always expect me to do yonke into, during
sex.
Me: So lento uyi cheatist?

He kept quiet and looked at me, I chuckled

out of anger.

Lucky: We can always fix that.

Me: Why couldn’t you think of that at first?

Lucky: Because, I didn’t want to hurt you.

Me: Well you did! And you hurt me more by

telling me you love me, when clearly you
don’t.

Lucky: Baby, I love you nyani!

Me: Suxoka nja! You don’t cheat on
someone you love.

He tried coming to where I sat, I quickly to

off my Stiletto and pointed it at him.

Me: Don’t get near me you liar, yazi uyi

manipulative cheater!

Lucky: I’m sorry, ndi willing to change.

Me: No, don’t. I will just talk to my father,

ndithi I want to divorce you so that uzoba
free to do into oyifunayo.

Lucky: No, no. Busi, ndiyakucela I that will

really shut down my heart.
Me: I don’t care! I won’t be a fool in the
eyes of your side chicks, mna.

He looked angry, I am too shame. Why is

he angry? Nguye owrongo apha…

Me: Don’t worry, I will just tell out father’s

this arranged marriage ain’t working
anymore.

Lucky: Busi, baby, wait!

I left him in the sitting room, going to our

room. I won’t fight for a man mna, ndili lady
shame. Imagine me, Busisiwe fighting
another female for a bloody cheater umntu
ongekho loyal. NEVER! I’d rather, drink
mimosas for the rest of my days shame. He
got in the room and I looked at him.
Me: Yintoni?

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, don’t divorce me

please.

Me: Kanti I will, ndikunika freedom to be

with who you want in peace!

Lucky: Ndifuna wena, I swear on my life I

want you.

He said holding the sides of my facing,

kissing my lips. I almost said I forgive him,
but nope. I quickly pulled out the kiss and
looked at him stepping back.
Me: I’ve made up my mind. Ngomso, I’m
going to my father’s to tell him I want to
divorce you.

I stripped naked in front of him, he had his

eyes on my every move. Le frozen chicken
indim in bed, has him drooling. Haibo,
ndibandile nina! I should go to sex classes,
just to learn a few sex moves for my
soulmate who is out there.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°Me: Mxm.

Ezile: Ndosuke ndikutye unye mna, baby.

Subane attitude, hambo hlamba ke…

He unwrap his towel, revealing his huge

ass, long veiny dick. I cleared my throat
looking away, he chuckled. I couldn’t help
bTHE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 11.
LUCKY NTLONGO.
Yeah, no I messed up big time. Lento yoba
proud nge kaka? I was proud about
cheating not so long ago, hoping that my
wife wouldn’t find out but now she knows.
Ndiyi fool shame, and I’m not ready to lose
her at all. I was in my study, playing with a
stress ball. After Busi stripped naked in
front of me, I was tempted to fuck her but I
couldn’t since she was angry. I love her
nyan, uyi “Ntliziyo yam” and I won’t grant
her le divorce ayifunayo.

My phone rang, disturbing my thoughts.

[PHONECALL.]
It was Nkosi, my friend. Fuck I totally forgot
that we have to hijack cars tonight.

Me: Yhr, mfethu.

Nkosi: Uphi swine, we waiting on you.

Me: Ndizo shaya jika nou.

Nkosi: Sho sarni, unga fasi bling ke!

I chuckled, shaking my head I’ve learnt my

lesson on the last mission.

Me: Okay, sharp sarni.

He dropped the call, I was wearing my
black tracksuit and I told myself I won’t
change it. I went to Busi and I’s room and
found her in her robe.

Me: Ntliziyo yam, I’m meeting the gents.

Busi: Sharp, please lock the door xa

uphuma.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda.

She kept quiet, I sighed knowing very well

she won’t answer back. I made this bed, so
I should lay on it.

[40 MINUTES LATER.]

As we were busy on our mission, my anger
made me shoot our target as we hijacked
his car.

Ezile: Fuck! Uphambene swine!

Me: Masivaye, sarni!

Ezile: Le gavi yona, siyi shiya apha?

Me: Ewe, he won’t die. Masivaye, outie

yam!

I got in the sports car we just hijacked,

while he got in the car we came with. Well
me and the gents split when we go in a
hijacking mission. I removed the balaclava
and sped off, going to the panel beater.
Upon my arrival at the panel beater, I heard
a baby cooing as soon as I parked. I quickly
turned to look at the backseat and saw a
baby smiling at me.

Me: Ekse, hello yhoo!

I quickly step out the car, as the guy who

help us with stripping the cars and
Bragadier came to me.

Ezile: Yintoni wena? Why do you look

constipated?

Me: Kukho ingcosi, in the backseat.

Ezile: Intoni? Yithi uyajiya sarni!

Masel, opened the backseat and took the
baby out of the carseat. He looked months
old, Bragadier clapped once.

Ezile: Tjuu, hayi mizuzu! What are we going

to do with this tikoloshe?

Me: Andazi, why ubuza mna?

Masel: I will just drop him off at the police

station.

Ezile: Hayi, why is the baby looking at me?

The baby was really looking at him.

Bragadier isn’t fond of kids, but kids really
love him. The rest of our friends got here,
and parked the cars before coming to us.
Masel, told his workers to start stripping the
cars and changing the necessary.

Nkosi: Aww Masel, une ngcosi na?

Masel: Hayi, I would die tjo!

Andile: Then whose baby is this?

Akhona took the baby from Masel and

played with his cheeks.

Ezile: Lo tikoloshe, was in the car we

hijacked and lo msoonu ungu Lucky, shot
uyihlo wale ntwana.

Mahle: Is the father dead?

Me: No, yaphila.

The babh squealed looking at Ezile, trying

to reach for him.

Ezile: Ngazonya kwedini, where do you

know me from?

We laughed, this one really doesn’t like kids

shame. I wonder how will he manage his
own one day.

Sive: Thatha mntana, tshini.

Akhona; Inoba ufana, noyise wakhe.

Ezile: Rhaa yhuu! I’m a Lindt Chocolatier
mna, ngandinyeli.

We laughed, I even forgot that I have

issues at home sarna. My friends are really
crazy shame.

Masel: Hayibo Bragadier, the baby is fond

of you.

Ezile: To hell with that! Jonga umfinya kulo

tikoloshe, hayi rhaa sies.

We burst out laughing, worse the baby is

clean but that was his excuse of not
wanting to take the child. We stayed a bit,
joking around and Masel told us he will take
the child to the station and say he was
dumped at the panel beater gate. We all left
after…
·
·
At home, I got to a home cooked meal. No
matter how angry Busi is with someone,
she will never starve them.

Me: Ntliziyo yam.

Busi: Mhmm?

Me: Are you really divorcing me?

Busi: Ewe, andizo nyelwa yi ndoda mna.

Me: Kodwa I love you njena, uyi ntliziyo

yam.
Busi: Mxm.

We ate our dinner, I looked at her beautiful

self enjoy her food. If she thinks I will sign
those divorce papers then unyile, I love her
and I’m not willing to lose her.

[FOLLOWING DAY.]
I was at work, when my mother and father
got in my office. My mother came right at
me and gave me a slap.

Me: Oledy, yintoni ngoku?

Dad: Thandiwe, calm down.

Mom: Calm down, yama simba Xolisani!
Wena…

I looked at her, she was so angry.

Mom: What did you do to Busi, nje efuna

divorce?

Me: I won’t discuss my marriage problems

with anyone. Me and Busi will fix things.

Dad: You better kwedini, or else!

Mom: Or else, I will send you back to your

maker Ntlantla!

Dad: We will reverse him, andithi baby?

Mom: Nqoo! The way he was made, will be
the way he will be unmade.

I chuckled, that didn’t even make sense but

that is my mother for you. She really loves
Busi, they have a really close relationship
and if she finds out the real reason why
Busi wants to divorce me. I’M DEAD!
·
·
An hour later, during lunch to be specific I
got a visit from my friends.

Me: Majit, I want out ku lento ka Sindi.

Mahle: Haibo, why?

Me: Mfondini, my wife wants to divorce me!

Ezile: Tjoo, usenjeni.

Me: Bruh! Say that again.

Ezile: Tjoo, usenjeni.

Me: Hayi marn, Bragadier. I didn’t mean

literally repeat it.

The gents chuckled.

Sive: So sizothini ke ngoku?

Andile: I will gladly, take indawo yakho

Luckzet.
Me: With pleasure, I’m getting rid of every
sfebe in my life.

Akhona: Tshini, hayi kuzonetha guava

juice!

We laughed, I know they don’t believe me

but ndi serious. I won’t lose my wife for ezi
bitches, guess I will have to bekezela the
missionary style oko during sex.

Mahle: So do you think this Sindi, will tell

you everything Andile?

Andile: Andazi, but I will try my very best to

make her talk.

Ezile: Yhr, be careful sarni. Sindi, catch

feelings kwi first round.
Nkosi: Haibo, uthini apha kum?

Me: Exe, Bragadier akaxoki. She was even

telling me about having kids with her.

Ezile: Ngu mzingeli wepipi lowa!

Sive: Hleli njee yazingela?

Ezile: I’m sure, she even tasted pipi ye

China sarna.

We laughed, no wonder she isn’t that tight

moc.

Andile: Yhoo, I change my mind rhaa!

Mahle: Haibo, njayam?

Andile: Asoze rhaa, we’ll just keep tabs on

her ngeny indlela.

Ezile: Mna, I say let’s kill her one time.

Nkosi: Okay, but what about chomi yakhe?

Me: Not to forget the journalist?

Sive: I will approach Sindi ke, if nina noyika.

We will kill her, xa ixesha li right…

Andile: Andoyiki ne, qha Ezile uske

wathetha ngama China.

Akhona: Atheni wona?

Andile: Tjoo, hayi sarni.

We laughed, Andile yagula shame. We sat

there talking about other things, I just hope
lo Sindi will fall for Sive’s trap.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°ut wonder

how do the girls, who slept with him handle
such big weapon.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 12.
EZILE FANATHI.
I was at the mall, going to my haircut
appointment. When I got to the barber shop
I told the guy, I wanted a skin fade with
waves. I sat there scrolling through my
phone as he did my hair, a text came
through my phone and it was Mandisa. I
just blueticked her. A while later the barber
was done, I thanked him and left.

On my way to the parking lot, I bumped into

someone.

Me: Ujonge phi na?!

Voice: Wena, ujonge phi tshini.

I looked at the person and it was the lady,

who said her name is “baby”.
Me: Aww, baby. I didn’t see uba nguwe.

Her: Yeah, whatever.

She walked away, such a feisty soul. I

accidentally stepped on something and
noticed it was her wallet, I picked it up
chuckling going to my car.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
I walked in and sighed in frustration, seeing
Mandisa here.

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Mandisa: Hey, baby.

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Mandisa: Haibo, I missed you.

Me: Mamela marn, whatever you think is

going on between us is over.

Mandisa: Over my dead body!

Me: Ufuna ndikucishe kuqala?

Mandisa: No, Bragadier please I love you.

Me: I don’t. Vaya kwam, never set your dirty

foot here again.

She looked at me shocked, kanti I wasn’t

kidding.
Mandisa: Who is the bitch you are busy
with?

Me: Mnka apha Mandisa, before ndiku

dubule uthi saa ubucopho!

She looked at me scared and hurried out

taking her bag, andizo nyelwa zi hoes mna.
I went to my study and poured myself a
glass of scotch then sat down on my chair. I
looked at “Baby’s” wallet and opened it, her
bank cards and ID was here. I looked at her
name on the ID.

Me: Yondikapinkosi Mndini? Haibo.

Her name sounds familiar, I quickly called

my friends asking them to come over as
soon as they knock off. I went on social
media searching for “Yondi Mndini” and I
eventually found her account, it was really
her. I began stalking her, she works at
Media Ink.
·
·
Hours later, I was with my friends. I threw
Yondi’s wallet on the table feeling all sorts
of angry.

Lucky: Whuzet ngawe?

Me: Check le wallet and tell me, ngubani

lo?

Mahle took it and looked through it, he

passed the ID around and once it reached
Lucky, he sighed.
Lucky: This is her.

Andile: Her who, mfethu?

Lucky: The journalist who is working with

Sindi.

Sive: Tjoo, how did you get this Bragadier?

I started telling them everything, and how I

met Yondi to what happened today.

Lucky: So, she is the lady you attracted to?

Me: Nguye! Fuck lomntana, joe.

Nkosi: What if meeting her wasn’t a

coincidence?
Andile: Ucinga she purposely bumped into,
Bragadier?

Me: That can’t be, I’m the one who

approached her.

Mahle: Then it could be that she knows

you.

I wasn’t focusing at all, I was so frustrated.

Is that why she lied to me about her real
name?

Akhona: Sokwenza njani ke ngoku?

Me: I will act like ndilahlile.

Lucky: You will make her trust you?

Me: Yhr. I would kill her qha ndifuna ubona,

what she is capable of.

Nkosi: From what I heard, she is damn

good at her job.

Lucky: Futhi she isn’t planning on dropping

le exposé, by the looks of things.

Sive: Then icacile nam, I should approach

la Sindi as soon as yesterday.

The others agreed, my mind was not here.

All I thought about was Yondi dribbling me,
but I am the one who approached ber
njena… kodwa stil marn.
Akhona: Uhlala phi, uYondi?

They asked looking at me, I frowned.

Me: Haibo, how am I supposed to know.

Akhona: I will try locating her.

Nkosi: Do lonto, we visiting her tonight

sonke.

Andile: Haibo, are you trying to sell us out?

Me: She doesn’t know who we are moc,

does she?
Lucky: Uyandazi mna, but sizothi siyothini
kwakhe sonke?

Mahle: Exactly what I want to know.

Sive: Oksalayo, she won’t figure out who

the members of The Seventh Circle is.

We nod and continued talking, Akhona sent

me her location. I’m definitely going to her
house as soon as the guys leave, just njee
to see her.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I am parked in the front yard of Yondi
Mndini, I clenched my jaws wondering if
should I jump the fence and knock on her
door. I did nyani, with her wallet in my hand.
I walked to her front door and knocked, she
opened holding a golf stick in her hand.

Me: Molo, baby.

Yondi: Bragadier, how did you-

Me: I have my ways, won’t you invite me

in?

Yondi: No.

I looked at her straight in the eye, I felt like

strangling her but I held myself.

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni? Ndi busy apha.

Me: You dropped this at the parking lot.

She looked at her wallet in my hand and
sighed, I hand it to her but when she was
about to take it I moved it away.

Me: Why did you lie about igama lakho?

Yondi: I have my reason.

Me: Reason eziyi ntoni, baby?

I got closer to her face, she tried moving

back but I pulled her by her waist.

Me: Yondi, theni ulixoki?

Yondi: Ndicela, wallet yam.

Me: Not until you kiss me.

Yondi: Bragadier-

Me: Ndathi ndingu Ezile, kuwe.

She looked at me breathing heavily, she is

so beautiful but ke uzofa nobuhle bakhe
soon.

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni kum?

Me: Ndifuna wena, will you give me that?

Yondi: No, I won’t. I don’t associate with

amagintsa.
I chuckled, then kissed her lips. She didn’t
respond so I put my gun on her waist,
looking at her.

Me: You shouldn’t trust gangsters nyani,

suba involved kwinto ezi ngakufuniyo.

Yondi: What do you mean?

I ran the gun up and down her spinal cord,

she looked at me blinking rapidly.

Me: Baby, that is for you to find out.

I smiled looking down at her, then pecked

her lips pulling on her bottom one.
Me: Ube safe ne? Bragadier, uyazi
thandela apha kuwe.

I gave her the wallet and left her standing

there, I chuckled looking at my erection. I
jumped over the fence again and when I
jumped down, a police van stopped behind
my car.

Me: Fuck.

The captain step out the car, I put my gun

on my waist and looked at him.

Captain: Yhr, Bragadier.

Me: Sho, zithini?

Captain: Nothing. Just wondering, why you
jumping ama fence wabantu.

Me: Theni, ufuna undi arrest.a?

Captain: One day I will, soon phofu and

wena with your friends will be jailed for the
rest of your lives.

Me: Moja, sarni. Otherwise, mandivaye

marn.

I walked pass him, he chuckled as I got in

my car starting it and then sped off leaving
dust.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 13.
YONDI MNDINI.
After last night’s ordeal, I slept with one eye
open. Bragadier, kissed me and held me at
gunpoint I should really get that electric
fence. Where do people get the audacity to
jump people’s yards? I was seated on my
working station…

Teddy: Yondi, uright?

Me: Ewe mntase, why?

Teddy: You’ve been quiet the whole

morning.
Me: Hayi marn, ndiright.

He nod and went back to typing on his

laptop, Inathi came to tell me, Mpendulo is
requesting me to his office. I sighed going
there, he looked at me and smiled.

Mpendulo: Inathi, you can leave us be.

She sighed and walked out slowly, closing

the door behind her.

Me: Hope this isn’t about another story or

whatever.

Mpendulo: Well, it is about a story I asked

you to complete.
Me: Which one?

Mpendulo: The Kumkani Tofu one.

Me: I’m almost done with it, just need a few

touch ups.

He closed his eyes shaking his head, I

looked at him confused.

Mpendulo: Kumkani, is on his way here.

Me: To what? Bribe you into not publishing

the story?

Mpendulo: Hayi Yondi, apparently Gcobisa

Tofu lied about being abused.
I chuckled in disbelief looking at him, he
raised his eyebrow looking at me. Just then
the door opened, Inathi and Kumkani Tofu
walked in.

Inathi: Sir, Mr. Tofu is here to see you.

Mpendulo: Kumkani, thanks for coming

marn.

Kumkani: I had to, it’s my life that is going

to be ruined after all.

Inathi stood there blushing, I looked at

Mpendulo frowning out of confusion.

Me: Do I want to know, kwenzeka ntoni

apha?
Kumkani: You must be Yondi Mndini?

Me: In the flesh. Mr. Lugalo, what is going

on?

Mpendulo: Inathi, phuma and make sure no

one disturb us.

Inathi: Yes, sir.

She left. Kumkani sat next to me and we

were now both facing Mpendulo.

Me: Why am I here?

Mpendulo: As I’ve said, Gcobisa Tofu lied

about beinb abused.
Me: Why would she lie?

Kumkani: Because, she is trying to ruin my

life.

Me: For what reason?

Kumkani: She has been having a affair with

her,
High school lover. I found out and asked for
a divorce, but she threatened to ruin my life.

Me: Are you trying to manipulate us? She

told me you can be very manipulative.

Kumkani: I have proof. Did she provide

proof for you?
Me: No, no she didn’t.

He gave us a envelope, inside it were

pictures of Gcobisa and this other guy. The
pictures showed how lovey dovey they
were, some are pictures of them kissing
and some in a hotel room naked in bed.
There was also a USB…

Me: USB, yantoni lena?

Kumkani: Footage of our house inside,

where she is threatening to ruin my life if I
divorce her.

Mpendulo: Are we allowed to watch it?

Kumkani nod, Mpendulo connected to the
laptop. I stood next to him and we watched
the footage, Gcobisa was really threatening
to make Kumkani’s life miserable if he
leaves her. She even goes as far as laying
her hands on him, throwing things at him
and Kumkani walk away ignoring her.

Me: She lied to me. I almost published pure

lies?

Kumkani: It’s up to you who to believe.

Me: She said you cheating, abusive and kill

abantu kwi dungeon.

Mpendulo: Yondi, calm down.

Me: Mpendulo, I won’t calm down. I almost
ruined a man’s life with le exposé, of his
lying wife! You know damn well ndiyi victim
ye abuse and it angers me, that kukho
abantu who lies about it.

I did some breathing exercises.

Me: Why would she lie about serious

things?

Kumkani: Andazi, but all that she told you

was pure lies. I’m not saying this because I
want to only just clear my name, but
yinyani.

Mpendulo: We are sorry, Kumkani.

Kumkani: Akho ngxaki, Yondi, you good?

Me: I will be fine. I will just delete the story I
wrote about you. Uhm…Mpendulo is it fine
if I take the rest of the day off?

Mpendulo: As long as you will be here

tomorrow.

I nod and left them there, I went to my

working station feeling angry and I started
packing my belongings.

Teddy: Haibo chomi, yintoni?

Me: I will tell you all about it ngomso.

As soon as I left work, I got in my car and

drove
Myself to the pub.

Barman: Yondi, hey. Can I take a picture

with you?

Me: Sure.

He asked one of his colleagues to take a

picture of us, I smiled as he took them.
After that I ordered some shots, they gave
them to me. I was so angry at myslef for
believing Gcobisa, why couldn’t I see
through her lies. Soneone sat next to me, it
was Sindi.

Sindi: If it isn’t my favourite journalist!

Me: Yah Sindi, andikho kwi mood ne.

Sindi: Chill will you, I’m actually waiting for
my date.

Me: Good for you.

She took one of my shot and gulped it, a

guy hugged her from behind and kissed her
neck.

Sindi: Mmm, baby. Meet my friend, Yondi.

Me: We are not friends, but hello?

Guy: Ndingu Sive, nice to meet you.

He pulled out his hand for me, I took it and

he kissed the back of my hand. I quickly
pulled my hand away as I noticed the watch
he was wearing, it looked exactly like the
one Sindi showed me the day I interviewed
her.

Sive: Uright, Yondi?

Me: Ewe. Uthe ungubani igama lakho

kanene?

Sindi: Girl, you not getting my man.

Me: I thought ujola with, Lucky?

Sindi: Urg, that one went MIA on me. Now

kukho uSive.
Me: I hope this time, your big mouth will
shut and-

Sindi: Chill, Sive is to be trusted.

Sive: Is this about the exposé?

Me: Yazi, yintoni? I will leave and Sindi

don’t contact me again.

I put some few notes on the counter and

gave the barman a sign to come take the
money. I looked at this Sive guy one more
time, he gave me a smirk then I left, I have
to do my research on him since he is
wearing the same watch. Sindi, is so dump
yazi shame very stupid.

°°°STORIESTHE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 14.
YONDI MNDINI.
A week later, I’ve figured it all out. Well,
some of the things about the men from the
bank heist. I made deep research and I
found out that Sive is friends with
Bragadier, plus when I looked at
Bragadier’s pictures on Instagram he was
wearing the same watch on some pictures.
Meaning he is really part of The Seventh
Circle, I was at work trying to dig some
more points when Sindi came in the
building screaming.

Sindi: Yondi! Yondi! I’m looking for Yondi?

Anam: Nankuya.
I closed my laptop looking at her, she
looked at me freaked out as she came to
me. Everyone was now looking over at us.

Me: Sindi, yintoni? Why are you causing

such a scene, this is my workplace wena.

Sindi: It’s gone! It’s gone, Yondi!

Me: Sungxola marn, you causing a scene.

Teddy: Ngubani lo?

Me: Ngu Sindi. Uthi what’s gone, wena?

Sindi: The watch. I woke up this morning

and I couldn’t find it in my closet.
I looked at her, why did she still have the
damn watch. I stood up, switching off my
laptop.

Me: Can we go talk somewhere private? My

car…

Sindi: Okay.

I told Teddy, I’m coming then I left with

Sindi going to the parking lot. We got in my
car closing the doors and I looked at her.

Me: Why did you still have the watch?

Sindi: I told you ndizoyi thengisa! I was

looking for the perfect buyer.
Me: Who did you bring over to your
apartment?

Sindi: Minnie and Sive.

Me: Sive? The guy you were with at the pub

not so long ago?

Sindi: Ewe, uSive! What’s wrong?

Me: Ndithe sungxola, voice yakho is

annoying.

If she keeps screaming like this, I will shove

my fist down her throat.

Sindi: Why undibuza ngo, Sive? He has

nothing to do with all this.
Me: Dammit Sindi, umuncu marn!

I exhaled, knowing very well who took the

watch. But who does that one belong to?

Me: Was it your first time inviting Sive, over

to your apartment?

Sindi: Second time. Yondi, why do I have a

feeling that uzama uthi ngu Sive who stole
that watch?

Me: What if it is him?

Sindi: Uphambene!
Me: Nguwe lo phambeneyo. Sindi, stay
away from Sive.

She cracked into laughter, clapping her

hands.

Sindi: Never! Yi ndoda yam leya, he said he

wants to marry me.

Me: Yazi, I’ve never met someone as dump

as you. Umuncu, like awuphilanga wena.

Sindi: You insulting me.

Me: Sindi-

Sindi: Hayi, Yondi! Yazi ntoni, let me leave

sarna.
She step out my car and banged my car
door shut, ndizomnyisa lo. I sighed sitting
there with so many thoughts running
through my mind. I step out the car, going
back in the building.

I sat on my working station sighing.

Teddy: Bitch, who was that crazy girl?

Me: Sindi, someone who I interviewed not

so long ago.

Teddy: Jonga, une drama, she is crazy,

uthanda amehlo uzizo zonke.

Me: Trust me, she is such a headache.

·
·
Hours later, Teddy, Liyema and I were
having lunch at Nando’s.

Liyema: Can’t wait for my wedding this

weekend!

Me: Aren’t you suppose to pampering

yourself like every bride?

Liyema: Yonke into is sorted, you guys are

helping me get dressed moc that day?

Me: Oh yes, mntase. Nam outfit yam seyi

ready futhi, whooo.

Teddy: Jonga! Ndizoba sexy into edikayo!

We laughed, Teddy ke ndimazi kakuhle.
Fashion ibuzwa apha kuye.

Liyema: Which means, you guys are

spending the night with me in a hotel.

Me: Bendithe let’s throw you a bachelor

party.

Teddy: Yayazi kaloku, zonxiliswa zi abs!

We burst out laughing talking more about

Lee’s wedding, this weekend. Her dress is
so out of this world, we saw a glimpse of it
but I can tell chomi yam izoba super
gorgeous.
My phone rang, I excused myself stepping
out the resturant.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered the phone and smiled seeing
that it is, Busi.

Me: Hey, babes.

Busi: Yondi, chomi are you still available for

tonight?

Me: Yeap, I could never say no to a free

meal.

Busi: Futhi I cooked up a storm. My parents

and in-laws are so excited to meet you.
Me: Tjoo, soyiki ubuzwa questions.

Busi: I thought you do the asking, since uyi

journalist.

I chuckled, well she invited me to dinner at

her house. I will be meeting her family and
her husband for the first time.

Me: I hope the journalist in me will compose

herself.

She told me, she will meet me tonight. I

dropped the call and went back to my
friends, before I left the mall I had to buy
some few things. I won’t be going to that
dinner empt handed.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I wad wearing my Brown leather pants,
white Mock Neck Ripped knit Jumper and
my Black, Red bottom heels. I had my
braids in a neat bun, no make up on
well…only a lip therapy gloss.
·
·
When I arrived at the location Busi sent me,
I parked on the driveway. I took out the
things I brought. Just as I turned around,
someone pinned me against the car and
towered over me, it was Lucky.

Me: What the hell? Uphambene!

Lucky: Ufuna ntoni kwam?

Me: I was invited here by my friend, uBusi.

Lucky: You friends with my wife?

Me: Wait…Busi, is your wife?

I looked at him shocked, why would he

cheat on someone so lovely and kind
hearted? We heard footsteps and he
moved away from me.

Busi: Yondi, you arrived!

She jumped on me with excitement, giving

me a hug. I smiled and looked at Lucky, he
looked away.

Me: I have, your husband was actually

welcoming me.
Busi: Okay. Iza, I want you to meet
everyone.

Me: Okay. And I brought this, I couldn’t

come empty handed.

She smiled and took the plastic, before

looking at her husband.

Busi: Ntlantla, your father has been looking

for you.

Lucky: I will be with him shortly, ntliziyo

yam. Let me just make a quick call.

Busi: Okay.
She pulled my hand and took me with her
to the house. Something is fishy about
Lucky, why is he acting like that or maybe
he is afraid I will tell on him for cheating.
Busi introduced me to her family and they
were so welcoming.
·
·
So, during dinner I was sitting next to Busi
when Lucky decided to ask me a question.

Lucky: So Yondi, uyi journalist.

I looked at him, did he have to pretend

ingathi akayazi?

Me: Yes, I am a qualified one.

Lucky: How did you and Busi meet, did you
approach her?

Busi: We met at the mall Lucky, yintoni

ubuza nonsense.

Lucky: I’m just trying to get to know your

friend.

Busi: Nawe uyatsho, my friend. Stop asking

her stupid questions and eat.

Maka Busi: Okay, now. Can we have dinner

with no drama.

Maka Lucky: Plus, we don’t want our

special guest to view us as a dramatic
family.
Awww, ndim special guest ke. We ate ke
over light chats, I helped Busi collect the
dishes and she put them on the dish
washer. Desert was served, now we were
having beverages.

Busi: Yondi, do you get cases about

cheating husband’s xa ubhala story zakho?

Me: A few, why?

Busi: I’m just asking, njee.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, I thought we past me

cheating?

Busi: Past? Wena nabani, Ntlantla?

Maka Lucky: Busi, Ntlantla hayini marn.

I leaned back on the chair, drinking wine.

What’s a dinner without drama?

Me: You know I could always leave, so that

ni discuss.e family issues zenu.

Busi: No don’t go, nevermind I even asked

you that.

I nod giving her a smile. Lucky looked at

me, I looked at him too as the fathers
shared jokes and we all laughed. I wonder
what’s the issue with Lucky.

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INSERT 15.
LIYEMA LOKO.
Hey guys. I am the bride-to-be of Lukholo
and can I just say, I’m happy to be getting
married to the love of my life this weekend.
Well, I’m a 24 years old intern doctor and I
have both parents and I have a older sister.
My sister and I don’t get along because,
this one time she asked me to be her
surrogate and I disagreed. So when she
found someone who was willing to carry her
husband’s baby, she didn’t even want me
close to her child when the baby was born.

I called her out and she picked up on the

2nd ring.

[PHONECALL.]
Sisipho: Molo, Liyema.

Me: Hey. Ndiceli favour?

Sisipho: I won’t be coming to your wedding,

andithi nawe you never wanted to carry my
child?

Me: It’s not like you were infertile moc.

Sisipho: I wasn’t going to ruon my bodh

ngenxa ye pregnancy.

Me: Yeah, whatever. Can Alwande be a

flower girl at my wedding?

She laughed so loud over the phone,

Alwande is her daughter.
Sisipho: Not happening. Rhaa, you didn’t
want to carry her but ufuna abeyi flower girl
yakho? Hayi susinyela.

Me: Mxm, sharp wethu.

I dropped the call, I guess I won’t have a

flower girl. Just my dad walking me down
the aisle, to the love of my life. Just then
Lukholo walked in the house.

Me: Hi, baby.

Lukholo: Hey, sthandwa sam. Uright?

Me: Ndiright, wena?

Lukholo: Ndi sharp. How are the wedding
preparations going?

Me: All good. The girls and I will spend the

night at a hotel on Friday.

Lukholo: Okay, meaning I will only see you

on our wedding day from ngomso?

I nod smiling, he pulled me to him and

kissed my lips. I moaned in his mouth and
touched his dick, but he backed away.

Me: What’s wrong?

Lukholo: Nothing. Oh my friends and

brothers will be throwing me a bachelor
party Thursday.
Me: Oh, will there be strippers?

Lukholo: Andazi, but even if nakhona I

wouldn’t be tempted.

Me: Okay. I was meaning to ask…

Lukholo: Sharp, baby?

Me: You’ve been denying me dick for a

month, why?

Lukholo: I’m saving it for our wedding day,

yonke la energy.

Me: Okay, I love you ke.

Lukholo: Me too.

His phone rang and he smiled, answering

the call while walking away. I sighed looking
at the engagement ring, just hope he finally
say “I love you too” on our wedding day.

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××××××

SINDI KUBONI.
Minnie looked at me pacing up and down.
We were in my apartment, I can’t believe
the watch disappeared just like that.

Minnie: Undenza dizzy, kawu hlale phantsi.

Me: How do the watch disappear, just like
that?

Minnie: Maybe you misplaced it.

Me: No, no, no. It was in my closet, ndi very

sure about that.

She sighed drinking her Savannah, I sat

down feeling frustrated.

Me: Can you believe, Yondi ucinga Sive is

the one who stole the watch.

Minnie: What if he did?

Me: Excuse me?

Minnie: Nyani, what if uyithathile.

Me: He wouldn’t, I know indoda yam.

Minnie: Indoda ye veki? You already know

him?

Me: Wena ke, you just bitter. I noticed how

you always give my man, the seductive
eye.

Minnie: If I wanted your man, ngeku dala

ndamthatha.

Me: Sive is mine, so don’t try it.

She shrugged drinking the Savannah, I’m
stressed about the watch. I should call Sive
to come over and ask if he didn’t see it.
·
·
[45 MINUTES LATER.]
Minnie was gone and I was waiting for Sive,
he finally got here 30 minutes later.

Me: What took you so long?

Sive: Ndine zinto to do, yintoni?

Me: Why uzoba cold?

Sive: Ufuna ntoni, Sindi?

I hugged him but he didn’t return the hug, I
looked at him and sighed. Maybe, he had a
long day at work.

Me: Uhm, did you perhaps see a watch

when you were here?

Sive: Watch ibitheni leyo?

Me: It is black and gold in colour.

Sive: Something like this?

He took out the exact same one in his

pocket, I looked at him shocked.

Me: Sapha, Sive!

Sive: No, this belongs to me and my
friends.

Me: You part of the Seventh Circle?

He smiled so widely, my heart raced.

Sive: Me, Bragadier and Lucky. You will

meet the others this weekend.

Me: Lucky? The guy with a blonde wave

fade?

Sive: Nqoo! Njayam leya, actually he is the

one who mistakenly dropped his watch
during the heist.
Me: So I was right, the guy with the neck
tattoo ngu Bragadier!

Sive: Exactly. Scary thing is you dragged

innocent lives into this, people like your
friend and Yondi Mndini.

Me: Uzo senza ntoni?

Sive: Nizofa. You were warned, but awa

mamela so you going to die a painful death.

Me: No, please.

He grabbed me by my arm, I tried fighting

him but he hit me with something hard on
my head. And it was lights out for me…
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JOURNALIST.

INSERT 16.
EZILE FANATHI.
We were in the Craftmen house, it was me
and my friends obviously.

Sive: Exe, nanku lamntana pha kwi boot ye

kari ndimthini?

Me: Zwakala naye, uphi peto wakhe?

-bring her, where is her friend?

Andile: Already tied up on the chair.

Lucky: What about Yondi?

Nkosi: What about her?

Lucky: Isn’t she suppose to be here naye?

Me: She will be here moc, but not today.

Lucky: When ke? When?

Mahle: Haibo, whuzet ngawe?

He sighed, we all looked at him waiting for

answers.

Lucky: She actually is friends with Busi,

what if uzama tsala information through
her?

Me: Did she know Busi, ngu mfazi wakho?

Lucky: Hayi, but eish.

Nkosi: Pholas sarni, why thanda tatazela?

Akhona: Besides, I managed to hack laptop

ka Yondi.

Me: And?

Akhona: She knows you and Sive are part

of The Seventh Circle.

Sive: Hayi, njani bruh?

Akhona: We will ask yonke lonto, when she

is here moc.
Lucky: I heard ngomso, she is attending a
wedding of chomi yakhe.

Mahle: Uve ngobani?

Lucky: Busi. I actually overheard them

talking on the phone.

Andile: Eyiphi chomi? Le ingu boys to girls?

Lucky: She mentioned a Liyema, andazi.

Me: Let her attend her friends wedding, but

by Monday she has to be here with ezi
njakazi oSindi.
They all agreed. Sive went to take Sindi,
she was still unconscious and once her
stupid self wake up kuzonyiwa.

Akhona: La Minnie, works at the bank moc?

Lucky: Yhr, she works there.

Me: Masiba vuse bafethu, I want to hear

what they have to say.

We walked to the room we held them

hostage, Sive was already done tying Sindi
on the chair. We looked at them, shame
marn abanye bazofa.

Me: I will make their death nice and short.

Akhona: Are we killing Yondi?

Me: Obviously, she knows too much

mfondini.

They gave me a side eye, I avoided them

all. They thought I would say Yondi, isn’t
going to die but she will because she knows
too much. Knowing who is part of the
Seventh Circle, is knowing way too much.

Me: Yintoni?

Lucky: We thought, you like Yondi moc.

Me: I do. Kodwa ke, a guy has to do what a

guy has to do.
Nkosi: Tjoo, wena Bragazela.

We chuckled, why did I get attracted for the

first time in my life to a woman who is a
Journalist?

Sive: I was meaning to ask. How did you

two manage fucking le bitch?

He pointed at Sindi, then looked at me and

Lucky.

Me: Mfethu, lomntana is loose down there.

Lucky: Bruh! Tjoo, hayi gqiba uncwina

ingathi yafa.
We laughed, I’m always cautious with these
hoes no matter how drunk I am. Condom
ibalulekile, the only time I will fuck a woman
without a condom is on the night of my
honeymoon with the woman I will marry.

Sive: I even hit the chocolate box.

Mahle: Didn’t your dick get covered with

isirhama?

Sive: Nah, anus yakhe is the only thing that

is tight.

We chuckled, zonke ezi girls ndisuka uzitya

zi loose shame. Even Mandisa, obviously
ke yena ngoba ebenga tyiwa ndim ndedwa
but andikho lapho.
Andile: Yhr, no but we are izifebe majita.

Akhona: Hayi rhaa, bani isifebe?

Us: Tshini, mbuze!

Andile laughed looking at us.

Andile: Yinyani moc, we don’t do love moc.

Lucky: Ndi tshatile mna, I love umfazi wam.

Andile: Kodwa, uyafeba! You cheat njayam.

We are all menwhores apha.

Me: I don’t do dating. Xa ndine freedom to

fuck whoever I want, let me be.
Mahle: Tshini, andiyo hoe ke mna.

Nkosi: Uyi ntoni? Mna ndiyi “hey, loverboy”.

We burst out laughing, that is what girls say

everytime they approach him.
·
·
A while later, Sindi and Minnie gained their
conscious.

Minnie: Please, I swear I didn’t want to do

this.

Lucky: But you did.

Sindi: It was Yondi, she forced us to talk.
You know how journalists are!

Me: Uxokelani?

Sindi: Bragadier please, Yondi is the one at

fault.

Nkosi: Did Yondi, give you Lucky’s watch?

She went silent, why would she lie about

u’baby? Yes Yondi, is part of this but she is
not to be blamed for yonke into.

Me: Intention zakho beziyi ntoni, Sindi?

Minnie: Bragadier, she was angry that you

rejected her-
Sindi: Minentle, SHUT UP! I can talk for
myself.

Minnie: If you can, get us out of le mess!

Mahle: Yhey, yhey! We won’t listen to your

cat fights thina.

Minnie: I swear, I wasn’t part of this.

Akhona: Ayinguwe, who wanted to show

Yondi the CCTV footage of the heist?

Minnie: How did you know?

Me: Your head of security, uDon owed us a

favour so he told us what’s qhups.
Minnie: I don’t believe you, not uDon.

Lucky: Shame marn. Wena Sindi… Didn’t I

warn you?

Sindi: You used me, you used me Lucky!

Sive: Haibo, uyavuma nawe moc ubayi

tissue. Uyi rhosa wena.

She cried looking at us, Minnie was trying

her very best to break loose.

Minnie: Please let me go, I swear I won’t tell

on you.

Me: Too late.

Sindi: What about Yondi, why isn’t she
here?

Me: Subana stress, her arrival will be

delayed. She will join you soon…

Minnie: Are you going to kill us?

Mahle: Duh, ayicace mntase.

Nkosi: For now, this will be your new home.

Sindi: No, please!

Lucky: No food, no water. Just highly

sedated, until we manage to get the
journalist.
Minnie: Yondi, doesn’t know nini njena.

Akhona: Ohh, she does. Smart lowa, very

smart she figured it all out in a blink of an
eye.

Sindi: I should’ve listened to her when she

said I should stay away from you, njaaa!

She said looking at Sive, he gave her a

backslap and she screamed.

Sive: Tsek, bani inja kuwe.

Nkosi: Let’s sedate them marn, we’ll

question them all xabe dibene noYondi.
Me: You say?

Mahle: Yhr, andithi she is the one with

bigger brains.

Akhona: I will sedate them ke, everyday

ndilapha to make sure they are sedated.

We looked at him inject Minnie and Sindi

with the sedatives, obviously they tried
fighting him off by wiggling they tied up
bodies.

Me: Short.a baby, abe lapha.

Lucky: You sure uba ufuna ubulala uYondi?

Me: Positive. Ndingu Bragadier, I kill abantu
who tries messing with me.

Mahle: Won’t you regret it?

Me: Ekse, why are you guys having cold

feet about killing le journalist?

Akhona: Because mfethu, we can see uyazi

shaya ngale medy.

Me: We are the Seventh Circle, we don’t

have mercy for people who try messing with
us.

Sive: We get that, but-

Me: Bafethu, Yondi is dying together with
these two and andidlali.

I said and walked out, since when do they

show mercy for umntu? Hayi tshini! I’m
angry shame, angry at the universe for
making me like a lady who is trying to
expose me and my friends. Now I have no
choice but to kill her…

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°°°° BY
STRANGER°°° BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 17.
LIYEMA LOKO.
It’s the night before my wedding, I am super
nervous and excited. Yondi and Teddy are
with me in the hotel room, keeping me
company.

Yondi: Mntase, so sizovuka what time?

Me: Ngo 3 ekseni, I mean I have to go and

prepare myself kaloku.

Teddy: We should’ve slept where everyone

is. Cousin zakho, will be angry that you
choose to spend the night with us only.

Me: You and Yondi, have been with me

through my darkest and happiest moments.
So, andonanga ngofuna uba nani tonight.

Yondi: Nchoo, undenza emotional.

She said wiping her imaginary tears, we
giggled and started talking while drinking
Champagne.

Teddy: Hhe Yondi?

Yondi: Hmmm?

Teddy: Uyi NUN, chomi?

Yondi: Haibo, why?

Me: When last did you have sex?

Yondi: Last year, with this other guy I met at

the club. Kodwa, I have a potential dick, I’m
wishing to taste.
Teddy: Tell us! Tell us, bitch!

Yondi smiled, as we looked at her all

curious. She drank her champagne then
made that “mqwaa” sound.

Yondi: Well hiss tall, dark, handsome and

very dangerous.

Teddy: Ndifuna igama, Yondi?

Yondi: Bragadier, don’t judge me ke!

We screamed in excitement.

Teddy: Hayi le bitch! If you taste la dick,

there is no turning back!
Yondi: I’m kidding tjoo, wena uzondimela
ngayo oko.

Teddy: Nqoo! Maybe I should put you on a

blind date with him.

Yondi: Don’t you dare! I don’t want him, it’s

just a little “SBWL”.

Me: Mntase, go for him! Quench your thirst

for him.

We laughed, chatting about more things.

I’m lucky to have these two as friends, I
hope our friendship won’t break.

[FOLLOWING DAY.]
I was getting married, I’m all glammed up
and looking cute. Yondi, even shed a tear
or two, saying I look like a goddess. It’s a
white wedding, Lukholo said we should do
the traditional wedding last.

Me: What’s taking so long?

I looked at my friends and 2 cousins.

Yondi: I will go check if kwenzeka ntoni.

Me: I would really appreciate that.

She walked out with one of my cousins,

Nichume. I sighed looking myself through
the mirror, hoping everything goes well.
Teddy, touched my shoulder
Me: Teddy, I hope nothing ruins my
wedding day.

Teddy: Friend, calm down. Your sweat will

ruin the expensive make up.

Onke: Plus mzala, yonke into izo hamba

smooth.

Yondi and Nichume came back with my

mother.

Me: He is there right? Yondi…

Yondi: Uhm…he is-

Mama: He is not there, kanti uphi?

Lukholo’s mother got in the room and tried
calling, Lukholo. It went straight to
voicemail, but she left a boice message.

Maka Luks: Yabona if awufiki kule venue

wena, ndokunyisa Lukholo!
·
·
30 minutes later, I got a WhatsApp
message from a unsaved number on my
phone.

Teddy: Why is your phone on wena? I told

you to switch it off.

Me: Kawume, Teddy.

I looked at the message I just received and
it was pictures. My heart started to beat out
of proportion as I opened them with shaking
hands. Pictures of Lukholo with his ex
girlfriend, showed up on the screen. They
were naked in bed, together. Yondi quickly
grabbed my phone looking at them with
Teddy and Lukholo’s mother.

Maka Luks: Who is this?

I cried sarna, this is a disaster my head was

pounding.

Mama: Yabona lanto yakho, Nikiwe!

Maka Luks: I don’t know where he got such

cruelty, but he deserves a damn beating!
Yondi was comforting me. His friends,
brothers, father and my father got in.

Taka Luks: Nikiwe, kwenzeka ntoni? Why is

your son not on the alter?

Tata: It better not be what I think it is, ngoba

kuzonuka umsoonu!

I just walked out, everyone called out my

name and Yondi followed me.

Yondi: Mntase, uyaphi…Lee, wait!

Me: Yondi, I have a announcement to make

to the guests.

Yondi: What announcement?

Me: Yazi ntoni, I’m not the one who will
make it!

She looked at me get in the car, I asked the

chauffeur to drive me home. He looked
confused, but drove me to the house
Lukholo and I share. When I got there, I
went straight to our room still in my wedding
gown. I opened the door and there, they
were cuddling in bed.

Me: So mna ndilinde wena at our wedding

venue, kanti you here with this bitch!

I said that hitting him, he woke up and

looked at me shocked. His ex girlfriend, laid
there smiling.
Me: How can you do this to me? I asked
you 2 days ago, if you having cold feet and
you said “no”.

Lukholo: Baby, this is not what it looks like.

His ex: Lukholo, babe. Come back to bed,

let’s cuddle ndoda yam.

I looked at her. I grabbed the small vase

and threw it at her, it hit her forehead she
screamed holding her already big forehead.

Lukholo: Phum apha, Asiphe!

Asiphe: Andizo yenza lonto mna. You can’t

fuck me whole night and toss me aside,
Lukholo!
Lukholo: Ndithe phima bitch, before I-

I cut him mid-sentence.

Me: Don’t bother stay with her, andithi you

fuck your ex on your wedding day? Hlala
naye.

Lukholo: Mntuwan, please let me explain.

Me: You should go explain to the guests at

the venue, why there won’t be a wedding
anymore. Uyinja uyevha? I hate you!

Asiphe burst out laughing as I walked out. I

went to the driver and told him to drive me
to my apartment, when I got there I
screamed and cried.

Me: What did I do to deserve this!

I took a bottle of vodka in my caninet and

drank from it, burning my throat with the
raw vodka. The burn didn’t bother me as
the hurt I’m feeling in my heart. I cried and
drank half of the bottle, then stood up
throwing it against the wall.

Me: Okay mntase, you fine. Uzoba right,

Liyema.

I went to my room to change into my robe, I

will burn this wedding dress. Few minutes
later, I went out the room and opened my
music to top, not caring about my white
neighbors. I drank the wines in my cabinet,
mixing it with vodka. When I felt drunk, I
started dancing and singing loud.

Me: Haibo! Welele!

I was feeling pains on my abdominal, very

storng pains but I cared less.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Teddy and I searched for Liyema and found
her in her apartment, blasting music so loud
and drunk as hell.

Teddy: Haibo! Liyema are you drunk?!

Me: Subuzi obvious wena marn, yabona
nawe moc!

I turned off the music, she looked at us.

Liyema: Bitch zam! Aww, my ride or dies

nilapha come let’s dance!

Teddy: Girl, if I was you I would’ve been in

jail for vandalizing that assholes house!

Me: Wena marn Teddy, hayi.

Teddy: True njena, uyinyele chomi yam la

bhuti!
I looked at the floor and there were 3 empty
bottles of wine and a half drank vodka. How
is she still standing like this? I would’ve
passed out mna. I grabbed the bottle of
wine in her hand, then put it on the glass
table.

Me: Don’t do this to yourself, ever heard of

alcohol overdose?

Liyema: Ndiright mngani, ndi relevant. Yazi,

I love you guys nizi bestest!

I looked at Teddy, he just shrugged and

took the bottle of wine drinking from it.

Teddy: Sikhala siba ningi maYema,

awukhali alone!

Me: Really, Teddy?!

Teddy: Hayi, hayi. Let us all grief, tshini
bawo.

Liyema whinced holding her lower part of

the belly. I looked at her worried, she held
my hand tightening her hold on it
screaming.

Teddy: Liyema, yintoni ngoku?

Me: You peeing on yourself!

Liyema: It’s not pee! God dammit, it’s my

water breaking!

Me&Teddy: WHAT!
Liyema: Ewe, grab the cushions!

Me: Oh hell no! I’m driving you to the

hospital.

Liyema: There is no time, I feel like

pushing.

Teddy: Liyema, usela umithi! Phambene

njakazi?

I helped Liyema sit down on the floor, she

told me what to do and how to adjust the
cushions behind her. She is a intern doctor
after all. She opened her legs, I pulled
down her thongs and she explained to me
how I should do things and she started
pushing. As soon as the head popped out
her vagina, my sould almost left my body
but I had to be strong for my friend.

Teddy: Tjoo, nantso iphuma intloko!

After saying that, he fainted. I felt like

laughing, but we had a huge crises here.

Me: Liyema, I can’t. This is beyond me,

what if the baby dies?

Liyema: Yondi, just help me get this thing

out of me!

Me: Okay, okay!

She pushed and pushed, until the baby
came out. It was a baby girl, I teared up as
the baby cried.

Liyema: Grab my doctor kit in my closet, ne

fleece.

Me: Sharp.

I ran to her room, got what I had to get and

went to her. Teddy gained his concious and
he looked really traumatized, I took the
crying baby and hushed her as Liyema cut
the umbilical cord.

Me: Ina, hold the baby. I’m sure she will

keep quiet once you hold her to you.

Liyema: Get that shitty thing away from me!

Teddy: Haibo, Liyema!

Liyema: Andimfuni lo mntana! She will be

the reminder of this horrible day, she is a
curse!

I looked at her shocked, I was speechless. I

wrapped the baby in the fleece.

Me: I’m calling your mother, asoze kaloku.

Liyema: I don’t care, andiyifuni le curse!

I hushed the baby, worse I was full of blood

plus the baby.
Me: We taking you to the hospital, you need
to get stitched.

Liyema: I know, I’m a doctor remember?

Me: Then take the baby, and shush her

ngoba akathuli kum.

Liyema: I don’t want that thing, Yondi!

I was honestly hurt, I mean this is a baby

and she is very innocent. It’s not her fault
she was born at a wrong time. I looked at
Teddy…

Teddy: Jonga Liyema, susinyela! Take your

child or I will shove her back in your vagina
mna!
Me: Please, Liyema. At least athule
kuqala…

She took the child frowning, Teddy said we

have to rush them to the hospital in case
something is wrong with the baby, kaloku
Liyema drank while pregnant. Phofu, she
didn’t know she was pregnant and the fact
that she hates her newborn is INSANE.

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We were now in the hospital, waiting in the
waiting room. Liyema and the baby were
taken by the nurses.

Teddy: Yazi, chomi yakho izondidika.

Me: Haibo, why uzotsho?

Teddy: Why would you hate umntana

wakho?

Me: Andazi mntase, eish.

Teddy: She is really crazy, hating the child

for the father’s sins.

Me: I’m sure by tomorrow, her minds will be

changed.
Teddy: Let’s hope so, because if not tjoo
andifuni uthetha.

I sighed, Teddy looked at me and made a

disguted face.

Me: Haibo, why the look?

Teddy: You full of blood, you need to get

cleaned up.

Me: After we get updated about Liyema and

the baby.

Just then her family and Lukholo’s family

got in.
Maka Lee: Unjani, Liyema?

Me: Okay, I guess.

Maka Lee: And the baby?

Me: Naye, she is fine. We still waiting for an

update from the doctors.

The nod, Lukholo’s brother Sihle looked at

me. He signaled with his head that, he
wants to talk to me privately. I followed him
as we went out the hospital.

Me: Sihle, hey.

Sihle: Hi. Uhm, look I’m sorry for what my

brother did to your friend-
Me: Sihle, the only person who needs an
apology is Liyema, not me.

Sihle: Okay, I understand.

I nod and we stared at each other, I cleared

my throat looking away.

Sihle: You need to clean up, you have

blood all over your dress.

Me: I don’t care about the blood. I just want

my friend and he baby girl to okay.

Sihle: You such a kind hearted person.

Me: I know right, it’s my nature.

We chuckled, he breathed out heavily and
took my hand rubbing on it. He cleared his
throat and looked at me.

Sihle: Uhm, I was wonder-

Teddy: Yondi, iza the doctor says Liyema

wants to see me and you.

Me: They done with her?

Teddy: Ewe, come.

I looked at Sihle and removed my hand

from his, I smiled and left him.

Teddy: Bitch, what the hell was that?

Me: That was so much eye contact, tjoo I
wonder ebezo thini.

Teddy: Obviously, confess his feelings for

you.

Me: Suba ridiculous, we don’t even know

each other.

He chuckled and went to where everyone

was, the doctor lead me and Teddy to the
ward that Liyem occupied. We got in and
found her laying there, staring into space.

Teddy: Doc, where is the baby?

Doc: Still under observations, we trying to
check if she is hundred percent healthy.

Me: Okay.

Doc: I will give you guys some space.

We thanked him and he left, I looked at

Teddy before we walked closer to Liyema.

Me: Hey, Lee.

Liyema: Did you guys get rid of that thing?

Me: What thing?

Liyema: The baby, I don’t want it.

I sighed, tjoo I give up.

Teddy: Yhey wena, first of all it’s a baby not

a thing. Secondly, you will love la mntana!

Liyema: Andimfuni, Teddy!

Me: Why, what’s the reason? You hate her

because of Lukholo?

Liyema: I didn’t know I was pregnant, plus

she is a curse!

Teddy: Ungu gqirha, you suppose to know

about cryptic pregnancy!
Liyema: Teddy, I called you guys here
because I need my friends. Not lento yenu
yoba ni judge decision zam.

Teddy: Yhey, mna I will judge you ngoba yi

shit le uyenzayo!

Me: Teddy, myeke. Liyema, uziva njani?

Liyema: Tired and hungry.

The doctor came back, we looked at him.

Doc: Good news, the baby is healthy but

she needs to be fed.

Me: Then where is she?

Liyema: I don’t want that baby here, doc.

Teddy: Liyema, Liyema!

Me: Doc, is it normal for a woman to hate

on their newborn like this?

Doc: Yes, we call it Postpartum psychosis.

Liyema: I don’t have PPD, doc. I’m fine, I

just don’t want that curse of a child.

Teddy: Is there another way the child can

be fed?

Doc: We provide some newborn formulas

here in the hospital, but the baby also
needs the skin to skin with her mother.
Liyema: Do not bring that thing here, or you
will find it dead.

Me: Liyema!

Teddy: Rhaa, ungcole kanje kanti?!

Doc: Maybe, I should call her parents to talk

her back to her senses.

Me: Please do.

The doctor left the ward, I looked at Liyema

in disbelief. She just looked ahead not
caring at all, her parents walked in followed
by her supposed to be in-laws.
Maka Lee: Liyema, what is this I’m hearing
from the doctor?

Liyema: Mama, I’m not changing my mind. I

don’t want that baby!

Maka Luks: Liyema, don’t hate your baby

for my son’s wrong doings.

Liyema: What’s with you guys and not

respecting my decisions? Tjoo hayi,
ndiyekeni.

She looked at Lukholo’s brothers, they also

looked at her.

Liyema: Ningama menemene nina.

Sihle: Liyema, we had no-

Liyema: Hayisuka! I don’t want to hear it,

y’all knew brother wenu is busy with his ex!

Maka Luks: Thimna, Sihle, Dayimani. Is this

true?

Dayimani: Oledy, we didn’t know thina.

Thimna: We just threw him a bachelor

party, he didn’t even show up to it.

Wow! I looked at Liyema, she sobbed and I

hugged her. Teddy, was too angry at her to
be comforting her.
Teddy: Yinja la Lukholo, sorry to nina bazali
bakhe.

Taka Luks: Hayi, no offense. I have to

agree with you on that one.

Liyema: Did you guys tell him I gave birth?

Me: Questions is, do you want him to

know?

Liyema: Ewe. Because, I want him to take

lo mntana. I don’t want the baby, at all.

The nurse came in holding the baby, she

was all cleaned up. I smiled as her mother
and Lukholo’s mother, fuss about who will
hold the baby first.
Me: I think that, me and Teddy should give
you as a family some privacy.

Teddy: Ewe. maYema, we will see you

tomorrow.

She smiled as we hugged her, I caught a

glimpse of Sihle staring at me as me and
Teddy walked out. When we were out the
ward, someone held my hand. I looked at
the person..

Me: Haibo, Sihle?

Sihle: Can I take you home, please.

Teddy: Of course, you just saved my petrol!
Bye chomi…

He said walking away, I looked at Sihle and

he held my hand as we walked out the
hospital.

[IN HIS CAR.]

I looked at him, and he drove he is
handsome yena like drop dead handsome.

Me: So, what did you want to tell me back

at the hospital?

Sihle: Mna?

Me: Ewe, wena.

Sihle: I think I should tell you some other
time.

Me: Okay. Where are you taking me ke?

Sihle: Home, your house.

Me: How did you know where I live?

Sihle: Uhmm…eish.

He scratch the back of his head, I chuckled

shaking my head looking at the road. No,
andikho safe moc xa kunje.

Sihle: I sort of, asked Lukholo to ask

Liyema this other day.
Me: Why?

Sihle: Because, I like you Yondi. I would

like you to be my woman…

I looked at him, he looked at me and back

at the road again.

Me: After what your brother did to my

friend, it’s a pass.

Sihle: Why? It’s not like, I will do the same

thing my brother did.

Me: Sihle, we barely even know each other.

Sihle: We’ll get to know each other, please

Yondi just one date?
I sighed, looking out the window.

Me: I will think about it, but ungabi too

excited.

He smiled, I looked at his dimple and

blushed. Will it be betrayal if I go on a date
with him, after what his brother did to my
friend? It’s not like I will date him phof, it’s
just a mere date.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Monday, I was working from home. Well, let
me just say Mpendulo gave me the whole
week off uthi I deserve it. I was actually still
doing research about the other”The
Seventh Circle” members, but it was just a
dead end.

My phone rang while I was still typing on

my laptop, I smiled looking at the caller.

Me: Sihle, hey.

Sihle: Hey, are you available for lunch?

Me: Yeah, I am. Why?

Sihle: I would like us to do lunch, please.

Me: Okay, I will just get ready.

Sihle: Cool, I will pick you up in an hour or

so.

Me: Okay, bye.

I dropped the call, biting my lower lip. When

suddenly my laptop started glitching, I
looked at it and tried my very best to stop
the glitch but it froze.

Me: Haibo, what the fuck?

I quickly took my phone and called my

boss.

Mpendulo: Yondi, enjoying your week off?

Me: I was, but not anymore. My laptop, it
started glitching and eventually froze.

Mpendulo: Okay, stay calm.

Me: How, my everything is here. Work

related and more, tjoo Nkosi yam!

Mpendulo: Yondi, I will try making some

calls for a I.T specialist who will look into
this.

Me: Okay, please.

Mpendulo: Futhi, please don’t overwork

yourself but you off.
Me: Noted.

I thanked him and dropped the call, I looked

at my laptop and sighed. Just hope the I.T
specialist, will be able to fix this or I will be
damned shame.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

I was dressed in my Plus Geo Print Blouse
and pants, it was burnt orange in colour. I
wore my Christian Louboutin, white heel
and I had a Body wave 13×4 Lace frontal
weave. I smiled looking at myself, I looked
really good and smelled great.

Sihle, told me he has arrived. I took my

white, minimalist fluffy chain novelty bag it
only had my wallet and phone. Once I got
out the house and locked, I found Sihle all
handsome waiting for me outside his car.

Me: Hey, awumhle.

Sihle: Not as beautiful as you are, hug?

Me: Yeah, sho.

We hugged, I giggled as he picked me up

doing a litle spin with me as we hugged. He
put me down and kissed my forehead, I
blushed looking at him.

Sihle: Shall we?

Me: Ready when you are.

He smiled and opened the door for me, I
thanked him getting in. He jogged to his
side after closing the door for me, I looked
at him as he drove out my yard. I pressed
my remote, closing the gate as he drove
away.

Me: So, iyaphi indlela?

Sihle: Well, you will see xa sifika pha. I

hope you will like it.

Me: If kukho ukutya, I will absolutely love it.

He laughed focusing on the road, I smiled

and took out my phone sharing my live
location with Teddy. A while later, he
parked his car in front of this Franchise
resturant, we got in and settle in a table for
two making our orders.

Me: Yazi, I should come here more often.

Sihle: You say?

Me: Ewe, it looks like it has good food.

Sihle: Wait until, you taste the food.

Me: You’ve been here before?

Sihle: Yes, I don’t know if you’ve notice but

I’m into trying new things.

Me: I haven’t noticed.

Sihle: So, is it safe to say this is our first
date?

Me: Is there going to be more?

He held my hand, and we stared at each

other smiling.

Sihle: That will be up to you, andithi mna

ndiyakufuna.

I blushed looking away as the waiter

brought our food, we dug in having light
conversations. He is such a focused gent, I
wonder how old is he.

Me: So, uhmm…how old are you?

Sihle: Ndina 30, basically ndingu bhuti bae
kuwe.

Me: Bhuti bae? Haibo, ungu bae wena?

Sihle: Wish you could give me a chance to

be, bae wakho.

Me: Look…Sihle, you really a nice gent but

I don’t have such a great past with
amadoda.

Sihle: I will wait, as long as I will be with you

at the end. I’m really into you, bhabha.

I smiled, he fed me a piece of meat with his

fork I giggled. After eating we had
something to drink, I had Champagne while
he had Whisky.

Me: How come someone as handsome as

you be single?

Sihle: I didn’t find interest in woman, except

for the thing between their legs. Love, is
something I didn’t believe in.

Me: And now uya believe?

Sihle: Yes, for the first time in forever.

Me: That was a sudden believe.

He chuckled, looking at me in the eye.

Sihle: Do you blame me, you every mens
dream woman Yondi.

Me: Wow, you not the first to say so.

Sihle: I figured. I have a feeling, mna nawe

will have a unbreakable love one day.

Me: Maybe, maybe not.

We clicked our glasses and continued

talking, he is such a funny guy in his way.
·
·
Later that day, I was now at home. Sihle,
just dropped me off and I couldn’t wait to
get off these heels. As soon as I got in my
house, I heard a clicking sound and
something being placed on my lower back.

Me: Ungubani?

Person: Ndingu Mahle, I’m with my friend

Akhona and we won’t hurt you only if you
promise to cooperate.

Me: Please, just take what you want and

leave.

They chuckled, one of them came to stand

in front of me. He took my phone and
switched it off.

Guy: Mna ke, ndingu Akhona.

Me: How did you get in here?

Akhona: We have our ways-

Me: Please tuu, nifuna ntoni?

Mahle: Sifuna wena Yondi, to come with us

willingly.

Me: No, andifuni.

The Akhona guy, point me with his gun. I

breathed heavily looking at him, one gun on
my lower back the other pointed to my face
is no joke.

Mahle: Then you leave us no choice.

Me: Kill me, go ahead.

They chuckled, I wanted to see this Mahle

guy but how sarna.

Akhona: Lucky, was right when he said you

are a feisty one.

Me: Lucky? Omphi uLucky?

Akhona: Chomi yethu, umnyeni ka Busi.

Mahle: Notice this?

Akhona, told me to turn around and look at

Mahle. I looked at this Mahle guy, he
showed me the watch Sindi had.
Me: You part of, The Seventh Circle?

Mahle: Bingo!

I felt a prick on my neck, I tried shifting but

Akhona held me and injected me with
whatever. I think I lost conscious because,
he scooped me up and darkness consumed
me.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up in a dark room, I tried moving but
I was tied up on a chair. My head was
pounding and I was a bit dizzy, is this what I
get for doing my job?

Voice: Hello, baby.

A deep scratchy voice said. I tried locating

where the voice is, but I couldn’t see.

Me: Ungubani? Your voice sounds familiar.

Guy: Ndim, uEzile.

Me: Bragadier, nifuna ntoni kum? Why don’t

you switch on the light so I can see you,
you coward!

He chuckled, the lights went on and there

he stood near the door.
Me: Ufuna ntoni kum?

Ezile: Wena, you invaded our privacy.

Me: Privacy yakho and who?

He smirked coming to where I was tied up, I

looked at him as he bend down to my level.

Ezile: Privacy yam and my friends.

Me: You mean “The Seventh Circle”?

Ezile: I underestimated you, Yondi.

He stood up properly and walked to the
door again.

Me: So what this? You going to kill me…

Ezile: Ewe, you know too much. But, for

now…goodnight we will see you ngomso.

Me: Uyinja, Bragadier.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda ke mna, baby.

He switched off the light, I heard his

footsteps coming to me again and he put a
ducktape on my mouth. Really now? He
walked out the room, I sat the ready to die
tomorrow. These damn heels were still on
my feet, I would take them off but I want to
die wearing my favourite thing.
[FOLLOWING DAY.]
I woke up still tied on the chair, the door
opened and Lucky with Bragadier walked
in.

Lucky: Aww, chomi ka Ntliziyo yam.

Ezile: Hayi kaloku, yithi “chom ka Busi” not

la phrase usandoyi thetha.

Lucky: Oksalayo, you know what I meant.

Bragadier walked to me, he slowly removed

the ducktape.

Ezile: Awufuni, uchama?

Me: Ndiyafuna.

Ezile: Okay, I will accompany you. If I didn’t

care about you, bendizoku yeka uzichamele
like all the other people we killed before.

I whinced as he uncuffed me from the chair,

my wrists were bruised. He bent down
untying the ropes, on my ankles.

Me: It’s taking everything in me, not to hit

you ngale heel.

Ezile: Try me, uzobona ndizoku qhwaba

nge pipi ebusweni.

Lucky chuckled, I rolled my eyes standing

up. He held my hand, leading me to the
bathroom and once we got there he got in
with me.

Me: I need privacy, please wait outside.

Ezile: What if you try escaping, using the

window?

Me: Are you for real right now?

He shrugged and closed the door leaning

on it, I sighed and did my business.
Seconds later, I wiped myself with a tissue
then stood up flushing and pulling up my
underwear and pants. I washed my hands
on the basin, rinsed my teeth with water
then looked at Bragadier.

Me: I’m ready to die ke, let’s go.

Ezile: Why unje? You so chilled…

Me: Was I suppose to be all over the place?

He chuckled and opened the door, I

followed him to where I was. I looked at the
5 guys that weren’t here when I left, as I sat
down on the chair. Bragadier cuffed my
hands behind me on the chair again.

Me: You hurting me marn, tshini.

Ezile: Thula, thula ndingeka phambani.

I shut my mouth, I looked around the room

and noticed two more people tied on chairs
with their faces covered. Once he was
done, he stood a bit far from me.

Sive: Hello, Mafungwashe.

Me: Please, my name is Yondi.

Sive: Masibe sithi ungu “Mafungwashe”.

The first one to officially know and meet,
the members of The Seventh Circle.

I looked at them all.

Guy: Since, you don’t know me. I’m Nkosi,

lo ngu Andile.

Me: Nifuna ntoni kum?

Lucky: How does it feel like losing all your
hard work?

Me: What do you mean?

They chuckled, looking at each other. I

squint my eyes realizing what they meant.

Me: You the ones who caused the glitching

of my laptop?

Ezile: Ewe, baby. To say I almost trusted

you, kanti all along you trying to expose me.

Me: I was just doing my job.

Ezile: Your job will get you killed,

Mafungwashe.
Me: Kill me ke, I don’t care.

They looked at me, if eyes could kill I would

be dead by now.

Nkosi: You going to watch us, kill your

friends.

Me: No. Teddy and Liyema?

Andile: No sweety, Sindi and Minnie.

Akhona, went to remove the sacks from the

other two people tied on chairs. It was Sindi
and Minnie, I swallowed looking at them not
moving.
Me: What did you do to them?

Akhona: Phola, they alive just unconscious.

Mahle, took a bucket of water that was in

the corner of the room and put it near him.

Me: Okay, I won’t publish the story-

Ezile: Yondi, uzofa anyways.

Me: Okay, but let them go.

Lucky: Phambene, can you believe lo Sindi

wakho uthi you to be blamed for all this?

Me: Mna?
They chuckled, Mahle threw the water on
the girls they gasped waking up. I frowned
looking at them, Sindi was shocked to see
me.

Sindi: Yondi, they going to kill us.

Me: You blaming me for all this?

Sindi: What? No, no.

Sive: So thina, singama xoki?

Minnie: Please, spare us we promise to not

say anything.

Andile: Too late.

They untied us, Ezile grabbed my upper
arm so roughly as the lead us to the back of
this huge building. We were deep in the
forest, my heart raced when they stopped
and I saw 3 shovels.

Me: What is all this?

Ezile: You 3 will be digging your graves.

Sindi: What! No, please Bragadier.

She kneeled down begging him, Minnie

was shaking crying. I looked at Ezile, who
had his eyes on me frowning and clenching
his jaws. I chuckled, taking one of the
shovels and started digging it was tiring.
Mahle: Sindi, Minnie…hambani nani.

Minnie: Kodwa-

Mahle: Yhey! Ndithini?

They slowly took the shovels and digged

crying, I stopped digging and breathed
heavily with tiredness.
·
·
A while later, as we kept digging I heard
gunshots fire and I dropped the shovel
closing my ears and eyes. I cried realizing I
was still alive, but shaking. I heard a
piercing sob then opened my eyes to find
Sindi, laying there eyes open dead.
Minnie: Sindi! Chomi, no!!!!

Me: Wha…what did you guys do?

I asked crying, they ignored me. Ezile came

to where I was and hand me his gun, I
shook my head no.

Me: Ha.a, no Bragadier.

Ezile: Take it, or else…

I wiped my tears and took it with my

shaking hands. I looked at Minnie crying on
top of her dead friend, shaking her.

Me: Ufuna ndizibulale?

Ezile: No, Mafungwashe. I want you to kill
Minnie.

Andile: Come on Yondi, I believe in you.

Me: No, andizo yenza lonto.

Minnie: Yondi, it’s fine. Just do it-

Me: Minentle, no! I’m not a killer mna, I

won’t kill you.

I cried shame, it could never be me. I felt a

gun at the back of my head…

The guys: Bragadier, hayi mfethu!

Ezile: Shh bafethu, I know what I’m doing.
Yondi, needs a motivation…

Sive: Mfethu, you will regret killing her.

I turned to look at Ezile, the gun was

pointed on my forehead. I had tears
uncontrollably falling, down my face.

Me: Bragadier-

Ezile: Ndathi, ndingu Ezile kuwe. I said kill

Minnie…

Me: No, I’m not a killer.

Nkosi: Yondi, kill her. Or we will kill your

real friends.
I looked at the other guys and wiped my
tears.

Me: Teddy and Liyema, has nothing to do

with this!

Lucky: Then kill Minnie, kill her!

I looked at Minnie crying, she was such a

mess with her mouth dry and with tears and
snort on her face.

Minnie: It’s okay, do it.

Me: Hayi, Minnie no-

Minnie: I’d rather be killed by you then, one
of them. At least I will die in peace, knowing
that someone I looked up to killed me.

Me: I can’t…Ezile, please torgo.

I looked at him, he kept clenching his jaws.

He cocked his gun that was pointed to me, I
heard more clicks.

Ezile: Kill her, or we kill your friends and I

kill you.

Akhona: Mafungwashe, fulfill Minnie’s wish.

Instead of us killing her in a gruesome way,
do it wena she will be at peace.

I swallowed looking at them pointing their

guns at her, while Bragadier had his gun
pointed to me. I looked at the gun in my
hand, then looked at Bragadier with
begging eyes.

Me: Don’t make me do this…ndiyakucela.

I stumbled upon a gunshot fire, Minnie

screamed and I didn’t dare look her way.

Bragadier: Do it, Mafungwashe.

Minnie: Yondi, please!

I point the gun to the direction of Minnie my

hands shaking. I looked at Ezile, we had a
serious eye contact. I threw the gun on the
floor…
Me: Kill me Bragadier, do it! I won’t kill
umntu mna, andiyo killer so kill me marn!

He removed the gun from my face, then

made me look at the direction of Minnie.
She was kneeling with her head bowed,
sobbing in pain as all The Seventh Circle
pointed their guns at her.

Ezile: Bukela, watch what we the Seventh

Circle do to people who mess with us.

Gunshots fired, so many gunshots futhi. I

screamed, crying closing my eyes and ears
as they shot at Minnie, emptying their guns.
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EZILE FANATHI.
That same day, after Yondi fainted I was
worried. So, I drove with her to my house
leaving my friends to burn Sindi and Minnie
to ashes. I just recently moved to this
house, I’m thinking of selling my old one.

[IN THE CAR.]

My phone rang as I drove, it was my
mother.

Me: Mama?

Mama: Ezile, uphi?

Me: I’m on my way to my new house,

ngoba?

Mama: Haibo get here ke, we waiting.

Me: Hima, what?

Mama: Your father and I, silinde wena.

She dropped the call, I hit the starring

wheel cussing.

Me: Fuck!

I quickly looked at the unconscious Yondi,

then I chuckled before focusing on the road
again.

Me: Tjoo baby, you ready to meet your in-

laws?
I drove in speed to my house, praying that
Yondi would gain her conscious before we
get there.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
My parents gawked at me as I carried the
unconscious, Yondi.

Mama: Ezile, umenze ntoni mntana bantu?

Me: Unxilile lomntu, so she called me to go

fetch her.

They looked at each other, I opened the

door and walked with Yondi to my room. I
put her heels on the floor and laid her
comfortably in bed, staring at her.
Me: Why ndiku ncanywa kanje?

I chuckled and walked out the room, going

back downstairs. I found my parents in the
sitting room whispering.

Me: Why nizondi hleba?

Tata: Us? Gossiping, hayi wena!

Mama: Ezile, since when do you care about

any female?

Me: I care about you and your daughter.

Mama: Hampa, you know exactly what I

mean.
Me: Thetha ngantoni, oledi?

Mama: You, it seems like you into that girl

and that makes me happy.

Tata: Yhr, I mean-

Me: Bethu, Yondi is not my girlfriend.

Mama: But, you love her right? I mean the

Ezile, I know was going to give zero fucks
about being that close to a female.

Me: Fine! You got me, I might like her but

she is a journalist.

Tata: So?
Me: Me being a gangster uBragadier, and
her being a qualified journalist. Doesn’t
match, nope.

Mama: Ingxaki yakho, uphambene. Do you

love her or her career?

Me: Can we drop this, andiyi funi cherry.

My mother clapped once, after what

happened today I don’t think I stand a
chance with Yondi. I chilled with my
parents, they left an hour later. I poured
myself a glass of brandy and went to check
on Yondi. I found her sitting on the bed,
staring into thin air.

Me: Mafungwashe?
She ignored me, I clenched my jaws going
to sit next to her.

Yondi: Bragadier, don’t come near me!

I hate it when she calls me with that name.

Me: Baby-

Yondi: Sundibiza ngo baby, andingo baby

wakho!

I chuckled, she laid on the bed giving me

her back. I’m fine with everyone scared of
me, but it hurts to see her act like this.

Me: Mamela marn, hlamba. I’m sure

amajita ayeza.
Yondi: To hell with you and your friends, it’s
either you kill me or take me home.

Me: You not going home, hlamba and when

you done come downstairs.

She sobbed, I sighed and put the glass with

brandy on the pedestal. I cuddled her from
behind, feeling pain in my heart as she
cried.

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni kum, Ezile? You and

your friends traumatized me enough, why
don’t you kill me too?

Me: Killing you, would be like I’m killing my

other half.
Yondi: Ndicela uphume, please.

I chuckled, kissing her neck. Why is she

chasing me out of my own room? I stood up
and took my brandy glass.

Me: Use my things to freshen up, khona my

clothes pha kwi closet.

She ignored me, I gulped my brandy and

walked out the room. I found my friends,
already sitting in my lounge drinking beers.

Me: Aww, njandins.

Them: Yhr, Bragadier.

Sive: Unjani, uMafungwashe?

Me: Uyalila mfondini.

Mahle: Yeah, no we really traumatized her.

Akhona: Isn’t it weird that we all suddenly

care about her, but she is the same girl who
tried to expose us?

Lucky: Ngu Mafungwashe, wethu anyways.

The others agreed, I chuckled. So this

name, “Mafungwashe”, symbolize that she
is our first. I mean she managed to figure
out who we really are, the members of The
Seventh Circle and she is the first person to
ever know about us.
Nkosi: Do you think she is going to hate us?

Andile: Hell yeah!

Mahle: And then, wena Bragadier. Didn’t

you say uzomcisha?

Me: Ndo hlulakele, majita.

-I couldn’t do it.

Sive: I swear this girl has us wrapped

around her 7 fingers.

We laughed, he aint lying though. We

discussed this Yondi situation, wondering if
she could be trusted.

Lucky: Ndithi mna, we do a little test on her.

Me: Test? What kind of test?

Nkosi: We disguise ourselves, kidnap her

and ask ber about “The Seventh Circle”.

Me: Kancane, hayi forget it. I won’t be part

of her torture again, it was hard pointing a
gun at her!

Andile: Chill, you won’t be there. Nkosi and

I will pull this up.

Me: Don’t you dare lay a hand on her, or

kuzoshuba.

Mahle: Halala, already protecting what is

yours?
Me: She is not mine yet, but nakanjani.

They chuckled and spoke about other

things, my mind kept going back to Yondi.
·
·
[A WHILE LATER.]
Yondi, came downstairs all fresh and
wearing my T-shirt only. I smiled, admiring
her beauty and sexiness. She looked at us,
you could tell she is not fine and has been
crying.

Yondi: So are you guys killing me or what?

Sive: Mafungwashe, we won’t kill you.

Yondi: Then those who kidnapped me
endlini yam, take me back please.

Me: Yondi, ndicela uhlale phantsi sifuna

uringa nawe.
-sit down we want to talk with you.

She sat down next to, Andile.

Mahle: So, we won’t kill you only if you

promise not to expose us.

Yondi: Okay, how will I expose you without

evidence? Andithi you guys messed up my
laptop, I lost everything!

Akhona: You will get all your work back, but

obviously not what you wrote about us.
Yondi: I want nothing to do with you all vele,
to hell with you all.

We chuckled, she is so cute.

Lucky: So you want nothing to do with,

Busi?

Yondi: Busi, akangeni ndawo. She is still

my friend, I feel sorrg for her having a
heartless husband like you.

Lucky: Oksalayo, nguye intliziyo yam.

Yondi: I won’t publish any exposé, I just

want you guys to stay away from me.
Me: Stay away, njani sarna?

Nkosi: Uyi first and last born yethu wena

kaloku, uMafungwashe. So there will be
times we will need your assistance.

Yondi: I’d rather die! Maybe I should publish

le exposé, so you guys could kill me.

She stood up looking angry, then stormed

back upstairs. The gents and I looked at
each other.

Sive: We still have a long way to go with

her.

Me: She will somehow, get used to us

marn.
They agreed with me, I will take her home
tomorrow because tonight I just want her in
my arms.

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with my head between my legs, rocking
myself back and forth. They stopped
seconds later, just like that Minnie and Sindi
died. I felt my chest closing in and someone
catched my upper body before it hit the
ground, darkness took over me.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 22.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I was still in hospital, Teddy has been
visiting me these past few days and he said
Yondi has went MIA. I looked at my baby
girl, she looked a lot like me very beautiful
and chubby, yellowbone with curly hair. I
don’t have curly hair ke mna, so andazi
ufuze bani.

Me: Tata wakho ne, he hurt me beyond

repairs baby.

I held her tiny hand, smiling at her. What

got into me? Why would I hate my daughter
for isimba elinje ngo Lukholo.

Me: I’m sorry for hating you the first time I

saw you, calling a curse and blaming you.
I picked her up and held her in my arms,
ndino mntana mna. The door opened and
Yondi came in carrying paper bags, she
looked good as always but you could tell
she is tired.

Me: Yondi, where have you been?

Yondi: Hey. I’ve been around, just needed

sometime alone.

Me: You look like you haven’t been

sleeping for days.

Yondi: Just stress, nothing much.

She put the bags on bags on the floor, then

smiled looking at me.
Yondi: Ngoku ubuzi phambanisa, ungafuni
umntana?

Me: I really don’t know what got into me.

Yondi: Can you see how beautiful she is?

Me: Ewe tjoo, I almost abandoned my

daughter for a man’s doing.

Yondi: You here with her, just make your

first priority from now on.

I smiled looking at her, she had red eyes.

Me: Have you been crying?

Yondi: Uhm…can I hold the baby?

Me: Yondi, kwenzeka ntoni?

Yondi: Ndizoba right, I’m just not feeling

well.

Me: Please, don’t stress yourself too much.

She nod and took the baby, she kissed her

forehead and baby girl moved scratching
her body.

Yondi: Hello, barbie. Hello, niniza njena.

Me: Kanene, you and babies.

Yondi: Yayazi kaloku, they have this affect
on me.

We spoke more, she told me she brought

my baby a little gifts. It was clothes, I kept
going through the paper bags full of baby
clothes.

Me: Yhee, kumnandi ubane rich aunt.

Yondi: Ndiyi rich aunt phi? Sbwl ezo riches.

We laughed, just then Teddy came in the

ward he froze at the sight of Yondi.

Teddy: Yondikapinkosi, where the hell have

you been?
Yondi: Hello to you to, Teddy bear.

Teddy: I’ve been worried about you, ubuphi

2 days yonke?

Yonke: Around.

She said kissing the baby’s hand, we

looked at each other noTeddy. Something
is different about her, but I won’t bother
asking shame. Teddy smiled thoughtfully…

Teddy: Were you with, Sihle?

Yondi: What? No…

Me: Sihle…nguban uSihle?

Teddy: Lukholo’s brother, he has hots for
Yondi.

Me: Ohh he finally told you?

Yondi: You knew?

Me: Ewe, you guys should date.

Yondi: He is a good guy, I like him yes but-

Teddy: But nothing, tshini! Give him a

chance, uyeke uba single.

Me: Teddy uright. You’ve been single for

way too long.
Yondi: You know what, I will give him a
chance. But, I won’t get too attached to him.

We smiled, she deserves love I mean she

has been through a lot in the hands of a
man. They kept fussing over my baby,
worse ulele nalomntu. I love how they take
my bullshit, they never judge me shame.

Me: So, I need to name her.

Yondi: You haven’t named that baby? Haa,

Liyema.

Me: What? Andithi kaloku, ndingu lo who

didn’t want her.

Teddy: Uyi crazy bitch, what changed your

mind?
Me: I realized that, she is innocent. I didn’t
even know I was pregnant, and she won’t
be accused for her father’s doing.

Yondi: Now, that’s the Liyema I know. All

full of brains, not esa sbhanxa besi petsula
2 days ago.

Me: I guess hurt makes us react in crazy

ways.

Teddy: Zoba linxilakazi nalo mntana,

because you drank while carrying her!

We laughed waking the baby up, she cried

and Yondi gave her to me and I breastfeed
her. She sucked the life out of my breast, I
smiled looking at her suck on it.
Me: Iphemna.

Teddy: Haibo, Liyema?

Me: Mhmm?

Yondi: You daydreaming?

Me: No, that’s my baby’s name.

I looked at them smiling.

Me: iNkosi Iphemna, lenzalo.

They smiled, Teddy even shed a tear.

Yondi: That is such a beautiful name. Even
Teddy, uyalila.

Teddy: No, andilili mna tshini.

We laughed, he likes hiding his emotions

ke. They stayed with me, Teddy brought me
some food also.
·
·
3 hours later, I was scrolling through my
phone. My baby was sleeping on my chest,
when someone came in the ward. I looked
at the door and it was Lukholo, andiyazi
noba ufuna nton apha lo I last saw him the
day he didn’t show up for our wedding.

Me: Ndicela, uphume or else I will press le

panick button.
Lukholo: Baby, please mamela-

Me: Andifuni uva nix, phuma.

He looked at me as I caressed my baby’s

head.

Lukholo: Awukho fair nawe, you never told

me umithi.

Me: Do you think bendizosela if I was

pregnant? Lukholo, hamba ubuyele ku
Asiphe wakho.

Lukholo: Asiphe was a mistake-

Me: I don’t care wethu, just leave.

Lukholo: I want to be in my daughter’s life,
she needs both parents.

Me: I won’t deny you your daughter, but as

for mna stay the hell away from mna.

Lukholo: So you want our child to grow

without both of us, under one roof?

Me: Yhee wethu, she won’t be the first. If

ucinga you going to use Iphemna as an
excuse, of being with me uyanya.

Lukholo: You named her, without me?

Me: If nawe you want to name her, I won’t

stop you go ahead.
I looked at my baby yawning, she
whimpered and I hushed her before she
wakes up.

Me: Phuma, this arguing we doing is

waking up umntana.

Lukholo: I’m not giving up on our family,

never.

Me: Mxm.

He looked at me one more time and left,

tshini usile lo rhaa. I gave my baby
forehead kisses, she looks very cute sarna.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 23.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I was getting discharged Lukholo’s brother,
Dayimani came to fetch me. I don’t
understand why I couldn’t just uber to my
apartment, but ke once the elders talk
bagqibile.

We are now in the car, I was in the

backseat with my baby.

Me: Dayimani, the route to my apartment is

that way.

Dayimani: Uhm…I know mna I’m just

following instructions.
Me: Instructions zantoni, undisa phi?

Dayimani: To Lukholo’s house, kukho

family meeting.

I chuckled bitterly, I’m so ready for le

unprepared meeting. If they think they will
tell me to be with Lukholo, banye nyii I
won’t be with a cheater.

Me: Who will be there?

Dayimani: My parents, your parents and my

brothers.

Me: Hhee, did they tell be specific what this

meeting is about?
Dayimani: Tjo, Liyema. Andazi, uzuke
ubuze pha kubo tshini.

I rolled my eyes, he gets annoyed fast lona

and I enjoy annoying him shame.

[AT LUKHOLO’S HOUSE.]

He helped me carry the things in the house,
well I was basically carrying my baby. Once
we were in we went to the lounge, where
everyone was.

Maka Luks: Lee baby, unjani?

She said that coming to hug me.

Me: Ndiright ma, just need to go to my
apartment and rest.

Mama: Liyema, izo hlala apha ecaleni

kwam.

I sighed as I walked with my baby and sat

next to her, she picked through the blankie
looking at my baby.

Mama: Akasafani nawe, yabona?

Me: To think I never wanted her, is my

biggest regret.

She side hugged me, I uncovered my

baby’s face and looked at everyone. Bhuti
Sihle, was also here but he was smiling at
his phone.
Taka Luks: So, ngubani igama lika
mzukulu?

Me: Iphemna. Inkosi, Iphemna…

Tata: Tshini, hayi uyathiya sanalwam.

I smiled, Lukholo cleared his throat and we

all looked at him.

Maka Luks: Yazibona wena, undidika

ukufa.

Taka Luks: Baby, yima torgo.

Lukholo: I would firstly like to apologize to

everyone for what I did-
Sihle: Bafo, you didn’t wrong us you
wronged Liyema. So why uzoxolisa kuthi?

Dayimani: Kambuze, tshini le kaka.

Lukholo: Dayimani, I’m still older than you

respect me.

Dayimani: Respect yama simba, I don’t

respect cheaters mna!

Tata: Yhey, we didn’t come here to listen to

arguments. We came to resolve izinto.

Me: Hayibo, resolve ntoni Tata?

I asked looking at him, angakulinge tuu.

Lukholo: Baby, I know I wronged you but
ndicela silungise izinto.

Me: Ngazo geza wena, I’m done with you

mna-

Lukholo: I only cheated once.

Me: Once? That once, you humiliated me

ke! Do you realize that?

Lukholo: Uxolo, I wilk fix yonke lonto.

Maka Luks: You can nevet mend any of

that. Do you know the damage you’ve
cause? Liyema, will live with fear of being
left by the next man in the alter.
Mama: Mna, I want to know what has my
daughter done to you Lukholo?

Lukholo sighed, I rolled my eyes looking

down at my sleeping baby.

Lukholo: I don’t know what got into me.

Sihle: I don’t have time for this, I have

somewhere very important to be.

Dayimani: Yondi?

Sihle smiled and nod standing up.

Dayimani: Awww, you finally got the woman

you always wanted.
Maka Luks: Sihle, uyajola?

Sihle: Not yet, but ndine themba ma.

Yabona lo, she is definitely the one.

Maka Luks: I’m proud of you, hope you

won’t hurt the girl like what Lukholo did to
Liyema!

Sihle: Never, mna I have pure intentions

only. Bye, family.

He walked out, Dayimani was about to

stand up.

Me: Uyaphi, Dayimani?

Dayimani: Haibo, can’t I go?

Me: No, you brought me here so uzondisa

kwi apartment yam.

Tata: Yondi, you can’t be staying alone.

Me: Says who?

They looked at each other, all of them.

Dayimani, cleared his throat.

Dayimani: I’m going to go grab myself a

beer.

He left and I looked at my mother.

Me: Mama, yintoni?

Mama: Ngoko mthetho, Lukholo paid dowry
for you so you have to stay with him apha.

Me: Asoze, ayikho lonto.

Tata: Ikhona, he hurt you yes but for the

sake of umntana and safety yakho. You
have to stay with him, okwa ngoku.

Maka Luks: Or she can always come stay

with us-

Taka Luks: Nikiwe, hayi ngoku.

Lukholo: Please, I just want to be there for

my daughter Liyema.
Me: You be there for her, but andizo hlala
nawe.

Mama: Liyema, yeka inkani!

Me: Mama, this man hurt me so much. Tell

me, why would I stay with him in the same
house he slept with his bitch in?

Lukholo: Don’t worry about that, the parents

bought us a house as a wedding gift.

Me: We are not married, bhuti ndini! I will

never make that mistake of being with you
again futhi!

Iphemna, moved a bit and I hushed her

patting her back and kissing her forehead.
Me: But fine, I will do this for the sake of my
daughter.

Lukholo: Really?

Me: Ewe, just know that we won’t be

sharing a room.

Maka Luks: Futhi, awuzo hamba

ngobusuku or be with hoes while une
newborn.

Lukholo nod, I don’t care even if he will be

with the whole nation. I just care about me
and my daughter at this point, if mna naye
are healty than sigrand.
Tata: If you will problem my daughter then, I
will beat you to a pulp.

Me: Dayimani, please drive me to le “new

house”.

Dayimani: Haibo, andiyo chauffeur yakho

wena.

Me: Haibo, do it for umtshana wakho.

Dayimani: Are you trying to-

Lukholo: We wilk drive together.

Me: Ndithe Dayimani. I don’t want to be an

inch closer to your hoeing self, ungandi
qheli mna!
Dayimani: Hayi, let’s go before you start
going crazy on me.

He helped me up, I bid my goodbyes to the

parents and left.

Dayimani: So you will never forgive him?

Me: Never. I forgave him once, never again

ke.

Dayimani: Hayi, sobona.

He opened the backseat door for me, I

thanked him and got in. I have to send an
email at the hospital I work in, just to ask for
a maternity leave.
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Forgive me for the short insert, I’m a bit

busy Bantu Abahle.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 24.
YONDI MNDINI.
Can I just vent? I’m not okay, Bragadier and
his friends really traumatized me. I can’t
even sleep properly at night because of
nightmares, everytime I close my eyes I just
see Minnie and Sindi’s dead body. My
phone rang and it was Mpendulo…

[PHONECALL.]
I sighed answering the phone.
Me: Hey, boss.

Mpendulo: Yondi, are you available?

Me: Don’t tell me you calling me because of

work, you gave me a week off.

Mpendulo: No, not work but I found a guy

who can fix your laptop issue.

Me: Okay, I will be there in a few.

I dropped the call and sighed, I looked at

the bottle of wine I just finshed, then gulped
the one in the glass.
·
·
1 hour later, I walked in the building holding
my laptop bag. I greet my colleagues then
went straight to, Mpendulo’s office. I
knocked and he let me in, I went in but
stumbled seeing Akhona sitting there
smiling.

Mpendulo: Yondi, uright? Yondi…

I snapped back at it, when I realized that

Mpendulo was now in front of me shaking
me.

Me: Huh?

Mpendulo: Uright? You just zoned out on

us.

Me: No…uhmm, ndiright.

Mpendulo: Okay, this is Akhona Khali also
known as AK. He is a IT specialist…

Me: Why am I not surprised, he knows

exactly what is going on kakade.

I said mumbling walking to Mpendulo’s

table, I place the laptop bag on it and
frowned looking at Akhona.

Me: Do your thing, I have places to be.

Mpendulo: Yondi, what’s wrong? Since

when are you this rude…
Me: I’m not really sorry. I’ve been through
hell these past 2 days, you would be
surprised nawe.

Akhona or should I say “AK”, cleared his

throat.

Me: What? Ufuna amanzi.

AK: Mamela Yondi, sizoxabana ne.

Me: To hell with you, fix lento so that ndizo

hamba.

Mpendulo: Kwenzeka ntoni apha? Do you

know each other?

Me: Ewe, he is my biggest enemy.

Akhona looked at me and chuckled, I
wonder unyuba ntoni. He fixed my laptop,
after he was done I took it and walked out
Mpendulo’s office feeling hot. As I was
about to walk out the door, Teddy called out
to me.

Me: Hey, uright?

Teddy: I thought ukwi week off.

Me: I am, just brought in my laptop it

needed to be fixed.

Teddy: Yondi, uright?

I faked a smile and looked at him, Akhona
walked pass us and Teddy squealed.

Teddy: Yummy, would you look at that.

Me: Look, Teddy sizo phinde sithethe.

Teddy: Ewe, I want you to tell me what the

hell is wrong with you. You look like you
haven’t slept, these past days.

Me: We’ll talk. Not today, because I’m going

on a date.

Teddy: Shut the front door! Who is the lucky

guy?
Me: Sihle, I’m thinking of giving him a
chance.

Teddy: Yaas bitch! Go for him, umhle gqithi

la bhuti. But akamo gqithi,
Bragadier…crush yakho.

My face dropped immediately, the hate I

have for him and is friends is too much. I
bid my goodbyes to Teddy then I left, as I
got in my car someone held the door before
I could close it. I looked at this person and it
was, Akhona.

Me: Tjooo, ndiyalingwa. What now, here to

threaten me?

Akhona: Mafungwashe, I’m not your enemy

please marn.
I chuckled in disbelief, uyaziva lo.

Me: You killed abantu phambi kwam, wena

and your friends. So stay away from me
Satana!

Akhona: Yazi, uyandichaza.

Me: Yhey, fuck you marn!

I told him to move, he did and I banged my

door shut. I drove out in speed, thinking
about that day I witnessed the killing of
Sindi and Minnie.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
I was waiting on Sihle, he told me he will
pick me up for our date. I was all freshed
up, wearing a Waist Roll Up Hem Mom fit
jeans, All over print drop shoulder shirt and
Saint Laurent, leather sandal heel.

My phone rang, I smiled looking at the

caller.

Me: Hey, Sihle.

Sihle: Hey. Are you ready?

Me: Of course, just waiting for my date to

pick me up.

He chuckled, I heard a knock on the door

and went to attend it still on the phone. I
opened and blushed seeing, Sihle holding a
bunch of roses.

Sihle: Your date is here njena, awumhle

bhabha.

I dropped the call looking at him, we

hugged and he pulled me closer to him.

Me: Awumhle, or should I say handsome?

Sihle: Ayina msebenzi, as long as

ndinconya nguwe.

I pulled out smiling, he gave me the roses

and I blushed smelling them.

Sihle: So, u’ready for our second date?

Me: More than ready, let me grab my bag.

I place the roses on top of my kitchen

counter, took my handbag and went back to
him. We walked out, I locked and he
scooped me up making me giggle.

Me: Sihle, was that necessary?

Sihle: Ewe, I won’t let you walk to the car

looking this hot.

Me: Haibo, I deserve the walk just to feel

myself.

Sihle: Feel yourself in my arms.

He put me down when we got to his car, he
opened the door for me and I thanked him.
Before I got in the car, we heard a car
revving I looked up and a gusheshe drove
in my yard.

Me: Ndiya lingwa, today.

Sihle: Ngubani lo?

Me: Some guy, who happens to know me.

We watch Bragadier step out his car, I

sighed looking at him giving Sihle a very “I
will kill you” look.

Me: Ezile, ufuna ntoni apha?

Ezile: Baby, I came here to check on you.

Sihle: Baby?

Me: Sumhoya, he is just-

Ezile: Ngu baby lo, kwedini. Wena, umbiza

bani?

He said that pulling me to him, I removed

myself from him and Sihle chuckled.

Sihle: Ngubani kwedini, boy?

Ezile: Nguwe, or uyi ntoni uli xhego?

Me: Bragadier, hamba apha please.

Sihle: Tshini, I knew your face is familiar.
Kanti you the famous, Bragadier?

Ezile: Ndi sure yayazi, what I’m capable of.

Sihle: Andikoyiki, sarni.

Ezile: Ndoku hlafunisa, bullets ngoku.

He said that lifting up his shirt, a gun

appeared on his waist. I quickly stood
between them.

Me: Ezile, ndicela uhambe. We running late

for our date.
Ezile: Uya kwi date, nale moffie? Baby, why
are you stooping so low?

Sihle: Ngubani moffie?

He tried grabbing Ezile, but I quickly

stopped him.

Me: Sihle, suzenza tough. He will really kill

you, futhi I…

I quickly stopped myself from talking,

almost telling him about how they killed
Sindi and Minnie in front of me. I breathed
out closing my
Turning to look at Bragadier.

Me: Ndicela uhambe, please.

Ezile: Sharp Mafungwashe, but ndizobuya.
Mna, nawe have to talk. Yayazi futhi about
what.

He lift my face with his index finger, looking

at Sihle with a smirk then he pecked my
lips. He turned on his shoes and walked to
his car, he stopped before going in.

Ezile: Sundiqhela kwendini Sihle, ndizoku

jaivisa unga believe mna.

He got in his Gusheshe, he screeched his

car tyres before reversing and speeding off.

Me: Bloody gintsa.

Sihle: Did he just threaten me?

Me: Sihle, take this as a warning. Do not

entertain Bragadier, let him insult you but
suphendula ikaka or uzozifumana six feet
under.

Sihle: You seem to know too much about

him, yi ex?

Me: What? No, let’s just say he is someone

I know since ndiyi journalist.

Sihle: Okay, enough about gangsters.

Masambe, siye kwi date yethu.

Me: Let’s go ke.

I got in the car, he closed the door after
helping me buckle up. Then he jogged to
the drivers side, once he got in I smiled at
him and he drove off. I don’t know but I’m
scared, the look Ezile gave him, he is not
safe at all tjoo…how did I get here?

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YONDI MNDINI.
So ke guys, Sihle took me to a picnic date
and I’m enjoying it so much. He was eating
strawberries, with me taking pictures of him
using his phone as he asked.

Me: Tjoo so zonke ezi videos and pictures,

uzozi post?
Sihle: Obviously, come let’s have a serious
talk.

He said patting his laps, I smiled and went

to sit on top of him.

Me: Le serious talk, I think I know what it is.

Sihle: It’s about me and you. I know it’s too

soon, but I love you.

Me: Sihle-

Sihle: Wait, let me finish ndiyakucela

bhabha.
I sighed and nod, honestly andikho sure if
ndi ready for le talk.

Sihle: I love you Yondi, you make me feel

things I’ve never felt before-

I just kissed his lip, held my waist

responding to the kiss. I pulled out feeling
his erection grow hard, he groaned closing
his eyes.

Me: Does that answer your question?

Sihle: No, I want to hear you say it nge

mouth yakho.

Me: I will be your girlfriend, as long as you

promise to not make me a fool. If udikiwe
ndim, ustho I will let you go in peace.
Sihle: I will never get tired of such beauty,
ndiku thanda nyani.

Me: It’s too early for us to exchange “I love

you’s”, but I hope I will make you happy.

Sihle: You being my girl, makes me happy.

I smiled and he pulled my face and gave

me a kiss, he is a fine kisser. Not good but
fine, I moaned in his mouth as he squeeze
my ass. He groaned pulling out…

Sihle: I think that would be enough, andifuni

ukutya in public.

Me: You horny shame, I can feel it.

Sihle: I will be fine, enkosi for agreeing to
be mine.

I smiled and pecked his lip, getting off him. I

sat next to him and drank the wine, I
giggled looking at him hide his erection.
·
·
2 hours later, it was dark and I got in my
house smiling. Ndine ndoda guys, ndiyekile
uba single. I turned on the lights, closing
the blinds and I walked to my room taking
off my heels. I stumbled seeing a body on
the floor, I slowly walked to it scared as hell.
I turned the body around and screamed
seeing that it is Sindi, I looked at my hands
full of blood and closed my eyes doing
breathing exercises.
Me: You hallucinating, Yondi. It’s not real,
it’s not real.

I opened my eyes slowly looking at floor

and there was indeed no body, I looked at
my hands and they were clean. I sighed
wiping my tears, I need to talk to my
therapist tomorrow.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t
sleep because of the nightmares. I
continued with my morning routine, I will
first meet my therapist then go to Mpendulo
at my workplace.

My phone rang, I closed my eyes and step

out the ensuite rushing to it.
[PHONECALL.]
Me: Hello?

Voice: Uthi “nyello”, hlukana ne ndoda yam.

Me: Ndoda yakho? Ungubani wena?

Voice: Ndingu Amyoli, stay away from

uSihle wam.

Me: Sihle, nguye oze kum ne? So ndicela

uyoxelela yena yonke lento.

Amyoli: Yhey, njakazi-

Me: Yhuu, hayi bye sarna.

I dropped the call, throwing my phone on
the bed. See? This is also why I never want
to date, Sihle and I have been in a
relationship for hours but already I’m getting
calls from females. Telling me to stay away
from indoda, tjoo andina xesha le drama
tuu.
·
·
In my therapist office, I sat there telling her
about my night terrors. Her name is Maya,
she is such a easy person to talk to. She is
47 years old..

Maya: Yondi, did you witness a person

being killed?

Me: No, I haven’t.

I lied bethuna, I wasn’t about going to tell
her that I met the Seventh Circle and they
killed the 2 girls who tried exposing them.

Maya: So, these night terrors are just

happening?

Me: Not only night terrors, hallucinations

too. Maybe, I need cleansing or something.

Maya: What about the abuse ones?

Me: They stopped long time ago, I’m not

even bothered about my past anymore.

She smiled holding my hand, I looked at

her.
Maya: You one of the strongest patients I
have, young but very strong.

Me: I know right. Guess I’m also the

favourite patient.

She giggled, looking up before looking at

me again.

Maya: Don’t be cocky. On a serious note, I

believe these nightmares is caused by
trauma.

Me: I just want them to go away, they are

too frightening. Especially the damn,
hallucinations.
Maya: How do you snap yourself out of the
hallucinations?

Me: I do breathing exercises.

Maya: Good. Now, before you sleep I want

you to meditate.

Me: Meditate?

Maya: Yes, play some soft music and count

to ten then close your eyes.

Me: Isn’t that like putting myslef in some

sort of trance?

She giggled, shaking her head side to side.

Maya: No, Yondi. It’s more like, getting rid
of all the overthinking before you sleep.

Me: Okay, I will try that. Hope it really helps.

We continued with the rest of our session.

I’m just wondering, why am I the one
experiencing all this ingathi I killed Minnie
and Sindi. Those bitches like men even kwi
afterlife, because they are haunting me
instead of their killers.
·
·
I drove myself to my workplace, as soon as
I step out the car. Teddy came running to
me, he jumped on me giving me a hug.

Me: Haibo, why are you not in the building?

Teddy: I just got a visit from my man.

Me: Mmm, lucky you.

Teddy: So, how did your date go?

Me: It is safe to say, ndiyajola. But, ndine

doubts about le “few hours relationship”.

Teddy: Angeke, haibo so quick.

Me: No marn, something weird happened

this morning. A woman called me, and told
me “hlukana ne ndoda yam”.

Teddy: Rhaa, why don’t she tell indoda

yakhe to hlukana with you? I hope
umthuke.
Me: Andina xesha le drama, I just
dismissed her nge ndlela e’nice.

Teddy: Wena, dimiss umntu kindly?

Me: Ewe tshini, let’s go.

We walked in the building, I hugged Teddy

before going to our bosses office. I knocked
and he told me to enter, Inathi opened the
door walking out crying. I walked in the
office and looked at Mpendulo.

Me: Why is Inathi in tears?

Mpendulo: Nothing serious, how can I help

you?
Me: I came here to tell you, I’m dropping le
exposé ye heist.

Mpendulo: Yondi, no. Why? This is

something big, izo faka the company in
charts.

Me: There is no crucial points, ngale heist.

Mpendulo: There is, if you look more into it.

Me: Mr. L, the only crucial thing was the

watch. But, Sindi sold it to some pawn
shop.

I lied through my teeth, I hope he buys my

lie ngoba I really want out le exposé.
Mpendulo: Then call Sindi, ask her which
pawn shop it is.

Me: How when she is gone?!

He frowned looking at me, I blinked twice

realizing what I just said.

Mpendulo: What do you mean gone?

Me: Gone as in AWOL, phone yakhe

ingena kwi voicemail.

Mpendulo: Then mna, nawe…we going on

each and every pawn shop available and
we going to question them about le watch.
Me: Awukho serious, ndikwi leave.

Mpendulo: I know, once you back next

week we dealing with this.

I sighed and nod, the only safe thing is that

the owner has his watch. But, now
Mpendulo isn’t planning on dropping le
exposé, meaning another dead body might
come out. Maybe, I should just talk to The
Seventh Circle and…no, hayi! I don’t want
to see Bragadier and his friend.

I found myself knocking on Inathi’s office, I

popped my head in and smiled at her.

Inathi: Ufuna ntoni Yondi, here to make a

joke out of me?
Me: Ndinga ngena?

Inathi: Yeah, whatever.

I chuckled getting in and closing the door

behind. I walk to sit down on the chair, she
looked at me with red eyes.

Me: I noticed you walk out Mpendulo’s

office crying, uright?

Inathi: Why do you care?

Me: Trust me I don’t, but ndi worried.

She sighed and looked up sniffing.

Inathi: Yondi, I’m pregnant.

Me: That’s good moc, uliliswa yintoni?

Inathi: I thought it was good, but the father

of the baby wants me to abort.

Me: Tjoo, now that is bad.

Inathi: Mpendulo, is a dog-

Me: Hima, pause…did you just say

Mpendulo?

Inathi: Yes. I thought he will be happy and

leave his wife for me, since I’m pregnant
nge firstborn yakhe.
I burst out laughing, I couldn’t help it shame
tjoo. I looked at Inathi in disbelief…

Me: So, you had an affair with a married

man. In hopes that once you trap him with
pregnancy, he will leave his wife for you?

Inathi: You wouldn’t understand-

Me: I don’t vele! What makes you think, he

will change for you. Ever heard of that
motto “ You lose them, the way you got
them”?

Inathi: But, I love Mpendulo.

Me: Question is, does he love you or what

is between your legs?
She went silent, I will never understand
females like her. Sleeping with a married
man, ucinge he will leave his wife for you
and nibeyi happy family.

Me: While at that. Think about what will

happen once this gets to Mrs. Lugalo’s
ears.

Inathi: You want to tell on me?

Me: Andincolanga mna, Inathi. I won’t tell

on you, but nawe you won’t be able to hide
this forever from her.

Inathi: What should I do?

Me: Andiyazi. I’m worried that once she find
out, Mpendulo will fire you and uzoba
jobless. He will be happy no mfazi wakhe,
next thing you will visit sangomas to ruin
their marriage.

Inathi: I will never do that.

Me: Asino yazi. Andithi sidechicks who are

baby mamas to be, always become bitter
and do crazy things.

She looked at me then swallowed, I stood

up and looked at her.

Me: I’m not entirely blaming you, Mpendulo

should’ve stopped you from sleeping with
I chuckled getting in and closing the door
behind. I walk to sit down on the chair, she
looked at me with red eyes.

Me: I noticed you walk out Mpendulo’s

office crying, uright?

Inathi: Why do you care?

Me: Trust me I don’t, but ndi worried.

She sighed and looked up sniffing.

Inathi: Yondi, I’m pregnant.

Me: That’s good moc, uliliswa yintoni?

Inathi: I thought it was good, but the father
of the baby wants me to abort.

Me: Tjoo, now that is bad.

Inathi: Mpendulo, is a dog-

Me: Hima, pause…did you just say

Mpendulo?

Inathi: Yes. I thought he will be happy and

leave his wife for me, since I’m pregnant
nge firstborn yakhe.

I burst out laughing, I couldn’t help it shame

tjoo. I looked at Inathi in disbelief…
Me: So, you had an affair with a married
man. In hopes that once you trap him with
pregnancy, he will leave his wife for you?

Inathi: You wouldn’t understand-

Me: I don’t vele! What makes you think, he

will change for you. Ever heard of that
motto “ You lose them, the way you got
them”?

Inathi: But, I love Mpendulo.

Me: Question is, does he love you or what

is between your legs?

She went silent, I will never understand

females like her. Sleeping with a married
man, ucinge he will leave his wife for you
and nibeyi happy family.

Me: While at that. Think about what will

happen once this gets to Mrs. Lugalo’s
ears.

Inathi: You want to tell on me?

Me: Andigncolanga mna, Inathi. I won’t tell

on you, but nawe you won’t be able to hide
this forever from her.

Inathi: What should I do?

Me: Andiyazi. I’m worried that once she find

out, Mpendulo will fire you and uzoba
jobless. He will be happy no mfazi wakhe,
next thing you will visit sangomas to ruin
their marriage.

Inathi: I will never do that.

Me: Asino yazi. Andithi sidechicks who are

baby mamas to be, always become bitter
and do crazy things.

She looked at me then swallowed, I stood

up and looked at her.

Me: I’m not entirely blaming you, Mpendulo

should’ve stopped you from sleeping with
him because he is married. You should
have not opened your legs for a married
man, ngoba you should have tried thinking
out of the box.
Inathi: Out of the box?

Me: Ewe. How would you feel as a woman,

getting married one day kanti indoda yakho
izoba busy having affairs with his
employees? The exact same thing you did
to, Mrs. L…

She blinked rapidly, I shook my head

looking at her then walked out of her office.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I was at home, drinking my second bottle of
wine. It’s night time and I’m afraid to sleep,
I’m not interested in having nightmares. My
phone rang and it was, Sihle.

[PHONECALL.]
Sihle: Hey, baby unjani?

Me: Ndiright wena?

Sihle: I’m okay, I miss you.

Me: I wouldn’t say the same. Sihle,

sibangaphi kuwe?

Sihle: Haibo, Yondi. Nguwe wedwa, why?

Me: No ndiyabuza. A woman named
Amyoli, called me this morning.

Sihle: Amyoli? What did she want?

I drank from my wine, then chuckled.

Me: Uthi ndohlukane nawe. My question is,

where did she get my number?

Sihle: Look, ndizocela uze to my workplace

ngomso.

Me: Sharp, what time?

Sihle: Around 12 in the afternoon.

I told him I will see him then, we bid our
goodbyes and then I sighed. A car revved
outside and hooted, I ignored it because ndi
sure it wasn’t here for me. A text came
through my phone..

Text: Vula gate, before I drive over it.

I frowned and quickly looked for my gate

remote, I went to the front door and pressed
it open.

Me: What is Bragadier, doing here?

I asked myself drinking from the glass of

wine, he parked his car perfectly on the
driveway. I watch him step out, he was
stumbling a bit meaning he is drunk. I close
the gate as he walked to me, he smiled
looking at me with one rose in his mouth.

Ezile: Hey, baby.

Me: Ezile, what brings you here at this time

of the night?

Ezile: It’s actually 20:00, mfondini ndizive

ndiku khumbula.

Me: Ezile, I told you to stay away from me.

Ezile: Andizo yenza lonto, I left my friends

drinking.

Me: So, uthi ndithini.

He gave me the rose, I took it and he pulled
me to him.

Ezile: Yhee sisi, ndizoku outela.

Me: Ndicela ubuyele apho uvela khona, my

man wouldn’t be happy to see me this close
nenye indoda.

I removed myself from him, then walked in

the house leaving him standing at the door.
·
·
2 hours later, Ezile came to the lounge
wearing my pink gown. He came to where I
sat and laid his head on my thighs.

Me: Bragadier-
Ezile: Ndingu uBragadier, kuwe?

Me: That is what everyone calls you.

Ezile: Ngoku, wena ungu everyone?

Me: Mxm. Why didn’t you and your friends

kill me?

Ezile: Why don’t you ask us that, when we

together with my friends?

Me: Not happening, I don’t want anything to

do with you devils.
He chuckled then wrapped his arms around
my waist, why am I letting him do yonke
lento.

Ezile: Andinxile, moer ndibaweli kumeme.

Me: Then go to ama cherry akho, uyifune.

Ezile: I don’t do dating, I do one

nightstands.

Me: I hate you wena, uyinja shame.

Ezile: I love you ke mna. Anyways,

kawenze…

Me: Ndenze ntoni?

Ezile: Pussy kaloku, ndathi ndiyayi rhalela
le yakho.

Me: Ndine ndoda yam, Ezile so try your

luck somewhere else.

He sat up and looked at me frowning, I

shrugged nam.

Ezile: Why ujola with stupid guys?

Me: Stupid? Sihle, is not stupid so sukunya.

Ezile: Oh so ujola nala Sihle? That’s good

to know.
Me: Yazi, ndiyo lala mna. I don’t even know
why I’m talking to you, ndi sure ndiqhutywa
yi wine le isentloko.

Ezile: Mna, ndilale phi?

Me: Apha kwi couch, I would chase you out

but I don’t want to regret doing that when
you get in a accident and die.

Ezile: So uthi ndinxilile?

Me: Awuziboni wena? You barely can’t

even open your damn eyes.

He chuckled and I walked to my room, I

took off my robe and got in bed. The door
opened…
Ezile: I won’t sleep alone, asoze rhaa!

Me: Yintoni ingaxi yakho? Yazi, I will

strangle you in your sleep.

Ezile: Unganya sthandwa, unganya nyan.

He said that starring dead in my eyes, I

sighed then looked away. Why am I even
accommodating this killer? He should die
for all I care, kodwa what if naye he haunts
me since izobe indim omgxothe enxilile?

Me: Sharp, wethu.

Ezile: Sharp.
I slept on my side, giving him my back. He
got in bed, and cuddled me from behind I
could feel his long dick.

Me: Ndiyeke-

Ezile: Jonga, sundisokolisa. Let me be, or

else I will shoot you nyan.

My heart raced because of the threat he

made. I swallowed scared and let him be,
he pulled me closer and I closed my eyes.

[IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.]

I woke up to someone shaking me, I sat up
breathing heavily and sweating.

Ezile: Whuzet? You having nightmares..

Me: What do you think, huh?

Ezile: Hayi kaloku, sundiphoxa.

Me: Ingxaki yakho, ubuza ikaka Ezile!

I removed his hand from my thigh, I put my

hands on my face and cried.

Me: Wena ne chomi zakho, put me through

trauma and I will forever hate you guys.

Ezile: Yondi, baby look-

Me: No, you listen to me! Bragadier, I’m

having nightmares and hallucinations about
that day you killed Minnie and Sindi.
I sniffed and wiped my tears, he tried
touching me but I slap his hand away.

Me: Ndicela uvuka ungekho kwam, I never

want to see you and your friends again.

Ezile: Baby, mamela.

Me: I don’t want to listen to you, just listen

to me and stay the hell away marn!

He looked at me clenching his jaws, he

looked angry very angry.

Me: Don’t make me get a protection order

against you and your friends, that will raise
questions and mna I will tell the police the
truth.

Ezile: Awuna evidence.

Me: Ezile Fanathi, ndicela uvaye kwam.

Ezile: Sharp. Ohh and warn la ndoda yakho

uSihle, tell him andiyo size yakhe
makanganyi.

He got out of bed, took his car keys and

wore my gown.

Me: Uyisaphi gown yam?

Ezile: Hayi, futsek marn!

He took his clothes after wearing his shoes,
then walked out my room. I laughed in
disbelief, did he just leave in the middle of
the night wearing my pink gown? I looked at
the time on my phone and it was 02:00am. I
got off the bed, and hurried to the front door
to lock he even left with my gate remote,
but I’m glad I have a spare one.

Me: Okay, Yondi. Your therapist told you to

meditate.

I went back to my room, took my phone and

played some soft music and began with the
meditation.

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INSERT 27.
EZILE FANATHI.
Later that morning, I told myself that I will
let Yondi be. But, I will love and keep an
eye from her in a distance because I don’t
trust that Sihle guy. I was in my old house,
the anger in me made me invite Mandisa
over and I obviously fucked her loose
pussy.

Me: Mandisa, vuka uvaye.

Mandisa: Haibo, Bragadier. I thought

maybe we could talk about us.

Me: There is no us, nangoku I called you

here because hlisa anger.
Mandisa: Khona, where do you live now?

Me: Sundibuza ukunya, leave before I

make you leave crying!

I stood up and collected all the used

condoms full of sperm, and disposed them
in the toilet.

Mandisa: So you used me?

Me: You are useless moc, so ufuna

ndithini?

Mandisa: Yi gown kabani leya I’pink?

Me: Ayikufuni marn, voetsek.a apha!

I searched for my gun and pointed it at her,
she quickly grab her clothes and left. I
made the bed and took a shower thinking
about, Yondi. She hates me and my friends
nyani, worse being hated by someone you
love hurts.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was at work when my P.A, Mandla got in
my office.

Mandla: Boss, someone is here to see you.

Me: Let the person in.

He went out, few minutes later Sihle got in.

I chuckled in disbelief.
Me: Yazi, I would say usi stalker. How did
you know where I work?

Sihle: Ndi rich, so I have a personal private

investigator.

Me: Ukhala ngantoni, kwedini?

He took out a gun and pointed it at me, I

looked at him bored.

Me: Hayi, bhod. You want to shoot me, for

what?

Sihle: I feel like you going to be a problem

in my relationship.
Me: With who? Yondi? Yazi, I was with her
last night.

Sihle: Shut up you liar!

I chuckled and leaned back on my office

chair, swaying it looking at him.

Me: Ndinayo ne evidence, gown yakhe

ikum.

Sihle: I will shoot you, andidlali.

Me: Mfondini, dala what you must. Just

make sure you don’t miss.

Just then my door opened, my mother

walked in and froze looking at Sihle.
Mama: Ye mnqundu, who do you think you
are?

Me: Oledy, myeke-

Mama: Ezile, kawume tuu. Wena…

Sihle turned to look at her, his gun still

pointed at me.

Mama: Hamba apha, before I call security

on you!

Sihle: Wena, Bragadier. You lucky your

mother came to your rescue, otherwise…
Me: Since you didn’t get a chance to kill
me, ungothuki when you wake up or should
I say not wake up at all.

He clicked his toungue, putting the gun on

his waist then left. I shook my head as my
mother looked at me waiting for an answer.

Mama: And then?

Me: Some weakling, who thinks he is tough.

Mama: Tjoo Ezile, this illegal dealings of

yours will get you killed!

Me: Chill mama, so why are you here?

Mama: Rhaaa! Can’t I visit you now?

I laughed as she sat down, giving me a
lunchbox. I opened it and thanked her
before eating.

Mama: So, did you tell her your feelings?

Me: Who ngoku? I don’t have feelings for

anyone.

Mama: Ohh please, I’m talking about Yondi.

Me: Yondi, une ndoda yakhe.

Mama: Hayibo, so wena you giving up on

her just like that?
Me: Why are you so interested in me
dating, Yondi?

Mama: Because, it makes me happy that

you have feelings for someone.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, she changed

the topic and told me about my little
siblings. I sat there thinking about, how will I
deal with this Sihle shit.
·
·
Later that day, I met my friends at Akhona’s
house. We were discussing our next
mission, which was bombing a fedility truck
and we will be pulling this heist in the next 2
weeks.

Sive: So wena, Bragadier…

Me: Mna, nditheni?

Sive: Haibo, you posted a picture wearing a

Pink gown.

So yeah, earlier this moring while driving

back home in the middle of the night
wearing Yondi’s gown. I took a picture of
myself in the car, ukubone it was so
comfortable being in her gown and smelling
her perfect scent.

Mahle: Tshini, I saw it ndizibuza “What’s

with, Bragadier”?

The others chuckled, I smiled looking at

them.
Me: Yi gown ka Yondi leya, I was with her
last night.

Andile: Hayi pstek! Suxoka…

Me: Struu nazi, after we drank I left you

guys and went to her.

Akhona: How did she react when she saw

you?

Me: Bruh, l didn’t care.

Nkosi: Tshini thiza, so you just barged in

her house?

Me: Not really, she accommodated me for

the night. Until something happened…
I sighed and they cheered for me, zibhanxa
ezi they probably think I fucked her.

Me: Shurrup, y’all making noise.

Lucky: So how was it?

Me: I didn’t fuck her, she hates me.

Akhona: She hates us all!

He told us what happened when, he went to

her workplace to fix her laptop.

Andile: Soon, she will be a female version

of us.
Me: Nope, I wouldn’t want her to risk her
life. Bafethu, lomntana is traumatized.

Sive: I don’t blame her, senditsho she

witnessed our other side.

Nkosi: She yet to be more traumatized ke.

We looked at him, I think he is talking about

the kidnap him and Andile will pull up on
her.

Me: Don’t hurt her.

Andile: Pholas, nathi we have a soft spot for

Mafungwashe.
The others agreed, no Yondi did sonething
to us. Why are we so fond of her?

Me: She is dating enye igavi, ke sarna!

Mahle: Haibo, what you say?!

Me: I’m say, Yondi is joling sarni!

Sive: Shushu ibisto, who is he?

Me: Ngu Sihle, ekse la poes came to my

office to threaten me nge gun. Just
cabanga.

Lucky: Une death wish lowo.

Me: Usathi “une”? Bruh, mentally I already
killed him.

Nkosi: Uthi you already made him chew

bullets?

Me: Ndizom hlafunisa zibeyi 15! Nduku yam

needs to be emptied.

They chuckled, I won’t let a stupid ass

threaten me and then get away with it. For
now, I will let him enjoy his time with
Mafungwashe. Otherwise, yena he is a
dead man walking.

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THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 28.
YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Thursday afternoon, around 12pm I’m
so lazy bethuna and honestly I miss
hanging out with my friends. Teddy,
promised to visit me today afterwork so we
could visit Liyema at her new house. I
thought to myself, how about I go pamper
myslef…I deserve it anyways.

My phone beeped and it was Busi, basically

asking me to come over at her office later
today.
·
·
At the salon, I asked my hairdresser to do
me a 26 inch deep inch frontal weave,
natural in colour.
Hairdresser: Yazi Yondi, you always
glowing?

Me: Haa, you fooling me.

Hairdresser: No, for real. I mean, everytime

I see you uya glow.a.

Me: Hayi, inoba ndimhle moc. Ngoku ndi

gowa kanje, shlobo!

She laughed as we continued chatting,

while she did my hair. I also laminated my
eyebrowsm and some eyelashes
extensions, I love being pretty bethuna.
When I was done, I made my payments
and thanked them.
[35 MINUTES LATER.]
I was driving to Busi’s workplace, just hope
and pray I won’t be bumping into her
husband. Once I got there, most people
were shocked to see me I don’t understand
why abantu treat me like some famous
person.

Receptionist: Ohh my gosh Yondi Mndini,

can I take a picture with you?

Me: Uhmm-

Voice: And who will be picking up calls?

I looked at who the voice belonged to, I

smiled seeing Busi. She looked so serious,
we hugged and she told her receptionist to
get back to work.
Me: Haaa, is this how the sweet Busi is ar
work?

I asked her as she pulled me to the

elevator.

Busi: I have to be harsh mntase, sometimes

employees take advantage of their boss’s
kindness.

Me: You go ma’am, I kind of find that side

of you sexy.

Busi: Ohh, stop please.

We laughed as we step in the elevator, it

took us to her floor.
Me: You have a wonderful building.

Busi: I should probably give you a tour one

day.

Me: I wouldn’t mind. Uhmle by the way…

Busi: Thank you, nawe mntase. Still single?

Me: Nope, I’m in a relationship. It’s still very

new, like newborn new.

Busi: Arrg please, as long as you being

loved mntase embrace it.

Me: Yeah, I know.

We got in her office, she offered me
something to drink and I asked for water.

Busi: So, I wanted to vent.

Me: Do you trust me, with indaba zakho?

Busi: Duh, yes. I know our friendship is still

new, but I trust you mntase.

Me: Futhi, I am trustable. So…what’s up?

Busi: So, my husband is a cheater.

I pressed my lips together, I sort of know

that but I won’t tell her.
Me: I remember you mentioning that, the
day you invited me over for dinner.

Busi: I’m sorry about yonke la drama.

Me: Nah, subana stress marn.

She smiled, I looked at her wiggling my

eyebrows.

Busi: So…

She started to tell me how Lucky, once

didn’t show up for the romantic dinner she
planned for them and how he says her sex
game is whack.
Me: So, he’s cheating on you because your
sex game is weak?

Busi: Ewe, like that hurt me. He should’ve

sat down with me and be honest, not cheat.

Me: Can I be honest?

Busi: Yeah, I like honest people.

Me: I’m not saying him cheating was right,

but I feel like it would’ve still hurt you if he
was honest about you having a weak sex
game from the get go.

Busi: Yeah. Chomi yakho is a “frozen

chicken” ke.
I laughed and she joined me, the way she
said it was funny.

Me: I can help you improve.

Busi: Really?

Me: Yeap. Me and Teddy.

Busi: Bani uTeddy?

Me: My gay friend, we can help you only if

you okay with that?

Busi: What, Yondi don’t tell me we going to

have a threesome.

Me: Yeah, we are.

She looked at me in a funny way, I burst out
laughing.

Me: Chill, I’m joking marn. We will give you

some sex tips/ sex classes.

Busi: Hell yeah! I mean, ndifuna my next

man to find me a bad bitch in bed!

Me: Next man?

Busi: I’m divorcing Lucky, but

ndiyasokoliswa.

Me: What’s keeping you held up?

Busi: Parents, they believe we should sit
down and talk things through.

Me: And wena? How do you feel about

lonto.

Busi: I want to, but andifuni ubayi clown ka

Lucky for the second time.

Me: Just follow your heart, mntase. A heart

wants what it wants.

Busi: So ezi sex lesson?

Me: I want you to be comfortable about

them ke, they will get a bit awkward.

Busi: Awkward?
Me: We’ll be teaching you zonke, sex
positions.

Busi: I can’t wait, just hope andizo floppa.

I giggled, we sat there talking more. I’m just

happy that I will be able to help her, you
know helping another female in need is a
awesome thing.
·
·
At home, I was making dinner while Teddy
spoke to me non-stop.

Teddy: Tjuuu, ngomso ku Friday. Ndifuna

unxila!
Me: Me and you, mntase. Me and you.

Teddy: Unfortunately for Liyema, shame

marn.

Me: I will drink in her behalf.

He laughed, clapping once.

Teddy: Mntase, ndifuna ulibala gama lam.

Me: Ndikwazi wena. I’ve been meaning to

ask…

Teddy: Anything for you, bestie.

I smiled, switching off my stove.

Me: So, khona le chomi yam-

Teddy: Unenye chomi?

Me: Ewe, gama lakhe ngu Busi.

Teddy: Yabona ooBusi, badume ngo

phapha.

I laughed, why is he always spewing

nonsense.

Me: Not this one, she is such a shy soul.

Very reserved.

Teddy: Uthi utheni ke?

Me: She is in need of help, like sex lessons.

Teddy: Hayi, utheni? Usisqa rice in bed?

Me: Teddy marn!

Teddy: No, ndifuna uyazi.

Me: Izinto ezinjalo, but I told her we will

help her.

Teddy: I’m game mna. Just hope she won’t

be shy, because I will teach her dirty and
bitchy moves!

Me: Uyi bad bitch wena, kanene.

Teddy: Yamyazi!
We giggled as he drank his wine, he told
me he is sleeping over and I didn’t mind.
My phone rang and it was, Sihle.

[PHONECALL.]
I showed Teddy, he screamed in
excitement before I picked up smiling.

Me: Hey.

Sihle: Yondi, ukhona?

Me: Haibo, awuzo bulisa?

Sihle: Hi, uright?

I looked at Teddy, he wanted to talk but I
signaled him not to.

Me: Ndikhona, ufuna ntoni?

Sihle: Ndicela uphume or uvule gate.

Me: I will come to you.

I dropped the call before he could answer

back, andizo qhelwa yi ndoda mna.

Me: Yazi Teddy, this one seems like une

issues.

Teddy: Hamba ne phone put me on speed

dial, in case he tries something.
I nod and walked out the house with my
phone, I opened the gate and found him
parked in front on it. I sighed and walked to
the passengers side, I got in and looked at
him.

Me: Sihle, ndilapha.

Sihle: Yondi, are you cheating on me?

Me: Andiva?

Sihle: Are you cheating on me na?

I chuckled in disbelief, ujole nomntu for

imini eyi one and he is already insecure.

Me: I do cheating. Ubuziswa yintoni?

Sihle: I visited Bragadier at his office izolo,
he claimed that you spent the night with
him.

Me: He came here drunk-

Sihle: So does that mean you should spend

the night with him!

Me: Sundi shout.a, tshini.

He exhaled and tried touching me, I quickly

moved back ready to fight him back if he
thinks of laying his hand on me. He looked
at me worried…
Sihle: What’s wrong? Baby, can’t I touch
you?

Me: Sorry, I just thought uzama undibetha.

Sihle: I would never lay my hand on a

woman.

Me: Okay.

Sihle: I’m angry, that you let that gangster

sleepover at your house and gave him your
gown.

Me: The only reason I let him sleepover, is

because he was drunk. Futhi, indaba ye
gown-
Sihle: Don’t explain, uxolo I overreacted.

Me: Hayi, akho smoko.

He smiled, I lean over and gave him a kiss.

He pulled out and smiled at me.

Sihle: I missed ezi lips.

Me: So, tell me. Ngubani uAmyoli?

Sihle: Ignore her.

Me: Ignore her? Mamela Sihle, I won’t be

indlavini and fight other females for you.

Sihle: She is my ex fuckbuddy.

Me: Mxelele ke, angandi nyeli. How did she
get my number?

He shrugged looking away, I shook my

head and sighed.

Me: I won’t tolerate drama ye ex mna, sit

down with le ex fuckbuddy and tell her to
fuck away from me.

Sihle: Okay. Nawe, stay away from

Bragadier.

Me: What were you doing at his workplace?

Sihle: Just to give him a warning, I don’t

want him near you.
Me: Sihle, you putting your life in danger. I
told you to not entertain Bragadier, lamntu
is dangerous and has no remorse.

Sihle: Andimoyiki, he is just a laaitie to me.

Me: Sihle, mamela-

Sihle: Bhabha, I told you andimoyiki.

He said that staring at me, he thinks this is

a joke ne.

Sihle: Besides, can you sleepover at my

house this weekend?

Me: NgomsoTHE JOURNALIST.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Friday morning, I woke up panting because
of the dreams. I just don’t understand why I
keep seeing Minnie and Sindi’s dead
bodies in my dream, as if I’m the one who
killed them. I got off the bed, quickly fixed it
and went for a quick shower. I’m going to
the gym, just to blow off some steam.
·
·
Some time later, I came back from the gym
feeling tired as fuck. I took a shower and
wore my casual clothes, fixed my hair then
called Liyema.

[PHONECALL.]
Her phone rang then she answered on the
fourth ring.

Liyema: Hey, baby.

Me: Mommy ka Iphe, unjani?

Liyema: I’m good, but ndihlutshwa ngu

Iphemna.

Me: Aww, motherhood ne…

Liyema: Iyanyisa! So, what you up to?

Me: Uhm, nothing. I just wanted to visit you

marn.
Liyema: Ewe, yhuuu. Please bring me
snacks ne?

Me: Okay mntase, I will see you in an hour

or so.

Liyema: Sharp, I love you.

Me: I love you too.

I smiled and dropped the call, I took my

wallet, house keys and car keys then went
out the house. As I get in my car, my phone
pinged and it was a message from my
boss. Reminding me on Monday, we
starting to enter every pawn shop to look for
that watch.
Me to me: As long as watch yabo, ikubo
then ndi safe.

I drove my car out the yard and straight to

the mall, to get Liyema the snacks she
requested.

[AT LIYEMA’S HOUSE.]

I had the little princess in my hands, she
was awake and she looked super adorable.

Me: Hayi mntase, uzale isi brand apha.

Liyema: Eyiphi brand?

Me: Those very expensive one’s, mhle

lomntu.
I kissed the baby, she stretched herself and
yawned. Someone cleared their throat, I
looked up and it was Lukholo.

Lukholo: Molo, Yondi.

Me: Hello.

He looked at Liyema, who was eating some

of the snacks I got her.

Lukholo: I’m going to the mall real quick,

akhonto uyifunayo?

Liyema: Hayi, ndiright.

He nod and left, I gave Liyema the side-

eye.
Liyema: Yhuu, the side eye! Talk…

Me: Hayi, I have nothing to say.

Liyema: Yazi, I want you and Teddy to help

me.

Me: With what?

Liyema: We’ll discuss that when we are all

together.

Me: Okay. Speaking of together, we going

to miss you tonight.

Liyema: Bruh! I will be watching your social

media stories, y’all gonna party without me.
Me: Ohh yes, shame. I love kids, but I don’t
think ndi ready for one xa ndingazo nxila.

She laughed and I joined her, I looked at

Iphemna. She smells so wonderful, you
know how good babies smell moc.

Liyema: How are things between you and

Sihle?

Me: Okay, but he does seem irrational

when making decisions.

Liyema: Tshini, uthini apha kum?

Me: Don’t get me wrong. He is loving yena,

very charming but hayi marn.
Liyema: Une trust issues?

Me: Something like that.

Liyema: Tjoo, I guess it runs in their family

ke.

I shook my head, I never understood why

would a person confess their love for
someone if they going to have trust issues.

Me: So, are you and Lukholo fixing things?

Liyema: Heck no! I’d rather die, then get

back with him.
Me: I hope what happened the day you
were suppose to get married, won’t affect
you in the future.

Liyema: I hope so too.

I heard sobs, I looked around then at

Liyema.

Me: Do you hear that? Who is sobbing?

Liyema: Haibo, sobbing where?

The sobs stopped, I frowned looking at

Liyema.

Me: You didn’t hear that?

Liyema: No, I heard nothing mna.

I sighed, this is not happening bethu. No

andivumi, first nightmares, hallucinations
and now I’m hearing things.

Me: Nevermind, probably my ears glitching.

Liyema: Clearly…Yondi, you sure uright?

Me: Ewe, I’m 100% fine.

I faked a smile then looked down at the

baby, caressing her cheeks.
·
·
Later that night, Teddy and I were at the
club drinking and dancing. I was so drunk,
but I maintained myself. Teddy yena, was
out sarna.

Me: Teddy, chomi. Uright?

Teddy: No, ndifuna uyo lala ndinxile

kabuhlungu.

Me: Are you going to drive us to my house

looking like this?

Teddy: Do you want to drive?

Me: No. Let’s uber sthandwa, I won’t drive

in this state or allow you to drive in this
state.

Teddy: Okay, masambe ke.

We took our things, Teddy took the carry
pack of Brutal Fruit and we walked through
the crowd.

Teddy: Let’s go to my car, I want to get

something pha before we request.

Me: Okay, sharp.

We stumbled to his car, when we were near

it I froze as I felt a gun pointed on my lower
back. Teddy tried screaming, but they
closed his mouth with a cloth and few
minutes later he was unconscious.

Me: Please, take whatever you want just

don’t hurt us.
I couldn’t see them, since they were
standing behind me.

Guy: Move, don’t even think of turning

around.

Me: Bhuti, please torgo-

Guy: Yhey marn, do as I request!

Me: Okay, but what about my friend?

Guy: Subane worry, he will be safe. My

friend will put him in the backseat of his car,
uzovuka egrand.

Me: It’s not safe.

Guy: Sisi, susokolisa marn!

I don’t know but his voice sounded like I’ve

heard it before, but I’m very much drunk to
think. So I slowly walked to where he
directed me, scared to be shot at.

Me: Remove le gun kaloku.

Guy: Shhh marn, hush!

Me: Your voice, it sounds familiar-

Before I finish talking he put a cloth over my

mouth and nose, I tried fighting him as I
breathed in the chemicals on it. Eventually,
I lost concious because he was too strong.
[4 HOURS LATER.]
I woke up with a pounding head, my eyes
felt heavy as I struggled to open them. I
tried taking my hand to my pounding head,
but it seems like I was tied to the chair.

Me: No, no. Not this again.

The door opened, 3 guys wearing

balaclavas came in.

Me: Please, let me go I did nothing.

Guy 1: We have something to ask you.

Me: I thought I’m the journalist and I do the

asking.
They chuckled, I blinked feeling a bit dizzy
and obviously scared.

Guy 2: We want you to help us.

Me: I don’t associate myself with gangster

or whatever you are.

Guy 1: Mamela, just tell us about The

Seventh Circle.

I looked at them, oh hell to the fucken no I

won’t do that.

Me: What about them?

They looked at each other.

Guy 3: Who are the members and don’t lie
to us!

Me: Sungxola, ndine ntloko marn. Anyways,

I want to know something before I start
talking.

Guy 1: We listening…

Me: Uphi uTeddy, nimenze ntoni?

Guy 2: Your friend is safe, suzipitsa ngaye.

Tell us about, The Seventh Circle.

Me: Truth is, I don’t know who they are.

Only heard about the clean heists they do…

Guy 3: Ufuna ntoni?

Me: I want to go home.

They chuckled, I looked at them bored or

rather annoyed. Their voices sounded
similar, I swear I’ve heard them before.

Me: I’m sorry, but do I know you guys?

Guy 1: No, you don’t.

Me: Just that voice zenu sounds familiar,

andazi marn.

Guy 3: Yhey, suku tshintsha topic marn.

I just looked at them with a straight face, I’d
rather die then tell them who are The
Seventh Circle members.

Me: Andiyazi, what you guys want me to

say. I just told you, I don’t know who they
are.

The first guy, shot behind me and I

screamed looking down crying. Everything
that happened the day The Seventh Circle,
gruesomely killed Sindi and Minnie in front
of me came back.

Me: Please torgo, I swear I don’t know who

they are.
Guy 2: 75 million, just for the information we
want. You could always go away and start
over.

Me: I don’t know who you are or what anger

you have against The Seventh Circle, but
andibazi nam.

Guy 3: We heard you planning to expose

them, so we don’t believe you.

Me: Hayike, voetsek tshini!

They laughed, inoba bahleka ntoni? They

started to threaten to kill my loved ones and
me thinking I would talk.

Me: Kill me, akhonto ndiyaziyo moc.

Guy 1 pointed his gun to me, I breathed
heavily looking at him ready to die.

Me: Ndi ready bhuti, pull the trigger rhaa.

They chuckled, I looked at them confused

how I wish lightning could struck them.

Guy 1: So Mafungwashe, uxolela ucisha?

Me: Wait…what? How do you know that

name?

They removed their balaclavas it was

Nkosi, Andile and Lucky. I looked at them
frowning, wondering what do they want
from me now.
Me: Problem yenu yintoni?

Lucky: This was a test-

Me: Test yantoni, huh! Are you guys

enjoying putting me through trauma?

They silently looked at me, I chuckled

bitterly.

Me: Pointing guns at me, killing people in

front of me. Why don’t you kill me?

Andile: We can’t kill you, we won’t.

Me: Then stay away from me! I have no

business with you all, minqundu wenu.
I looked away and cried, Lucky came and
untied me from the chair. I held my
throbbing head as he untied my feet, as
soon as he stood up I punched his balls
with full force. He groaned in pain, bending
and holding them. I stood up clicking my
tongue.

Me: Nxxx bloody clowns, ezi njandins! Take

me home!

I frowned looking at Andile, he cleared his

throat and nod.

Me: I wish adumbe amasende akho Lucky,

uzotsho yeke nobayi cheatist!

Nkosi: Tjoo, lomntana.

I walked out the room following Andile,
wondering if Bragadier was part of this naye
even though he wasn’t here. I hate them
shame, I hate The Seventh Circle with
every all of me. I curse the day I agreed to
taking that bloody exposé, now I’m involved
kwi wishiwishi yodwa.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° I can’t, but

I will Saturday.

He smiled and pulled me by my chin, giving

me a kiss.

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YONDI MNDINI.
After Andile dropped me at my house, I
found Teddy there looking like a walking
zombie.

Me: Teddy bear.

Teddy: Yondi, oh my gosh! Ubuphi?

Me: Andazi, but ndiright.

Teddy: I was so scared, I was thinking of

calling your dad.

Me: No ndi right, I need a shower.

Teddy: Okay, I will order us something to
eat. Ndiyafa yi bhabhalaza.

I nod and went to my room, I closed the

door and went to the ensuite and stripped
naked. I wasn’t in the mood for today’s
sleepover at Sihle’s, but soba sathini? I
took a shower and continued with the rest
of my routine.

A little while later, I was dressed in my

purple short Satin dress and slides on my
feet. I went to join Ted.

Me: Mfethu, I feel like my head is cracking.

Teddy: Yondi, kwenzeka ntoni kuwe? And

don’t you dare lie to me.
Me: I’m just going through somethings,
nothing serious.

Teddy: Nothing serious? You were taken

izolo by some guys and you haven’t been
yourself since-

Me: I know okay. I just, I’m tired Teddy. Ndi

diniwe marn ngaske ndiye kude, just to
think properly.

Teddy: Just know that I’m here if you want

to talk ne?

I smiled and thanked him, he dished up for

us and we ate. With him telling me that he
is excited I’m finally getting dick tonight.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I had my weekend bag packed, Sihle said
he is on his way. Andikho right marn, I’m
not interested in this sleepover anymore.
He called telling me he is outside, I sighed
and walked to his car after locking.

Me: Hey.

Sihle: Hey, bhabha. You don’t look excited,

utheni?

Me: I’m fine, just tired.

Sihle: Have you been crying, I can tell by

your eyes.

Me: No, I will be fine. Do you have wine

kwakho?
Sihle: Ewe, I do. Ohh, and just so you know
I’m having a visitor tonight.

Me: I thought it would be just us?

Sihle: Him and his wife won’t stay long, the

dude and I will discuss business then I will
be all yours.

Me: Okay.

He kissed my hand before driving out the

yard, I was busy with my phone while he
played soft music in the car.

Me: Yazi, I’m not okay.

Sihle: Nervous?

Me: No marn, I have this sense of urgency

like something is going to happen.

Sihle: Xoka, woyika utyiwa.

Me: Sihle!

He said laughing, I smiled looking at him

and hit him playfully.

Me: Hayi marn. But, on a serious note

though andixoki.

Sihle: Baby, sizoba right. Trust me xa

ndisitsho…
Me: Okay.

I rest my head on the seat, as he drove off.

Sometime later, we got to his house and it
was big and beautiful.

Me: You have a lovely home.

Sihle: I know right, it just needs a woman’s

touch.

Me: Wheee, hayike sarna.

He chuckled as we walked hand in hand to

the door, when we got there he opened and
we walked in going to the lounge.
Sihle: Make yourself comfortable, while I
take your bag upstairs.

Me: Okay, iphi wine yakho.

Sihle: That cabinet over there.

He pointed to where it was, I smiled and

went to grab one bottle for myself. I’m
worried that the trauma Bragadier and his
friends installed on me, makes me drink too
much.

Me: Just this bottle Yondi, just this one.

A knock echoed on the door as I poured

myself a glass, Sihle came downstairs in a
hurry.
Sihle: They are here.

Me: Who is here? Your visitors…

Sihle: Yeap.

Me: Let me go to your room or something

ke.

Sihle: Never, I want them to see my

beautiful woman. Besides they won’t be
staying for that long.

He went to the door before I answered, few

seconds later he came back with people I
never wanted to see ever again.
Me: Sihle, Sihle what is this?

Sihle: These are my friends, Onwaba and

Sibahle.

Me: Yabona, ndizo qeqa nyani.

Sibahle: Yondi, please we not here for

trouble.

Me: Yhey, yhey, yhey shhhh.

Sihle: Kwenzeka ntoni apha? You know

them…

Me: They part of my past. A past I buried

but icacile being with you means
resuracting it.
Onwaba: Yondi-

Me: Don’t say my name wena, njaa!

I was so angry, my hands were shaking

with anger I felt like throwing this glass at
him. I gulped it and picked up the bottle,
they watch me carefully.

Sihle: Baby, kwenzeka ntoni?

Me: Can you tell me iphi room yakho? Or

the room I will be using…

Sihle: I will take you, bhabha.

I nod and followed him, Onwaba had his
eyes on me. I wish he died in the place of
Sindi and Minnie.
·
·
1 hour later, I was feeling tipsy and angry.
Sihle, came back in the room and looked at
me.

Sihle: Uxolo, I didn’t know-

Me: It’s fine, I’m fine ngoku. Come…

Sihle: Come where, to you?

Me: Ewe tshini, I didn’t get my kiss kaloku.

He chuckled and came to kneel between
my legs, as I leaned on the headboard
sitting on the bed. We kissed few minutes
later, things were getting heated I pushed
him to lay on his back then got on top of
him.

Sihle: Bhabha, hima.

Me: What’s wrong? Come on, I can feel

your erection plus nam ndibtyiwe.

Sihle: I didn’t call you over to fuck you, I just

want us to chill.

He sat up straight, with me still on top of

him. I pressed my lips together then nod,
hayike sarna amadoda awanje is boring
sometimes.
Me: Is it because I’m the one trying to
initiate the intimacy?

Sihle: What? Hayi, no. Believe me I’m

horny for you-

Me: Then masityane, we both horny.

I kissed his lips, but he pulled out.

Sihle: Bhabha, you drunk.

Me: I’m not drunk, haibona.

Sihle: I want us to get to know each other,

we’ll fuck next time.
Me: Fine.

I got off him and sat crossed legs on his

bed, he smiled at me.

Sihle: Uqumbele pipi yam?

Me: I don’t have time to be angry for pipi

zabantu. Ndine kuku yam moc, hlala ne pipi
yakho ke eqinileyo.

He laughed, no because what the hell

marn. It’s been a year without having sex,
now this ngeke! My vagina was throbbing
because of horniness, I’m hoping Sihle is
not one of those stingy guys when it comes
to sex.

Me: So, ufuna ukwazi ntoni?

Sihle: About what you comfortable in telling
me.

Me: Okay. So I have a father, I love him

more than I love myself. Ndiyi journalist as
you know..

I continued telling him about me, except for

my abuse and Onwaba being my ex
husband.

Sihle: What about your mother?

Me: She is alive, but dead to me. I went

through shit under the care of that woman,
and I don’t feel like talking about it.
Sihle: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.

Me: I’m full of rage these days, not your

fault subana stress.

Sihle: Have you ever thought of being a

housewife?

I laughed looking at him, it could never be

me sarna.

Me: No, I want to make a name of myself.

Sihle: What if one day, you marry someone

rich who can take care of you financially?

Me: Yheee sarna, ndithi I don’t care even if

yi billionare or zillionare. Me go still catch
that dollars, I won’t stop working because of
ndithembele kwi ndoda financially.

He cleared his throat then laid next to me,

pulling me to his chest.

Sihle: Hayi, ndiyakuva.

Me: Good. After Satan, fear men. Ningcolile

kaloku nina, niyasi hurt.a.

Sihle: Haibo bhabha, I’m nothing like them.

Me: Tjooo, we’ll never know.

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 31.
YONDI MNDINI.
Honestly I didn’t enjoy my night with Sihle
because he is boring, yes he is romantic
but tjoo hayi. I told myself if next time
uzodika kanje, I’m leaving his house
immediately.

It was Sunday afternoon, he was dropping

me off at my house.

Sihle: Baby, why do I feel like you didn’t

enjoy my company?

Me: Can I be brutally honest?

Sihle: Yes, honesty is good.

Me: I didn’t enjoy the night with you, andazi

maybe it’s because it was the first
sleepover.
Sihle: Mmm, you still angry that I denied
you my dick?

Me: Sihle, as I for mentioned…andino

qumbela dick yakho, it’s yours after all.

He looked at me and chuckled.

Sihle: Next time, you will enjoy my company

uzobona.

Me: Okay. Let me go ke, I need to rest

because tomorrow ndiya phangela.

Sihle: Okay, when will I see again?

Me: Andiyazi because xa ndi busy, ndiba
busy.

Sihle: Okay, sharp ke.

Me: Let me go ke.

Sihle: I love you.

I smiled looking at him, I can’t bring myself

to exhange I love you’s” with him. Ingathi it
is super soon to do so, I leaned forward and
kissed his lips. He pulled out, he is always
the first to pull out.

Me: You always do that.

Sihle: Intoni?
Me: Pull out the kiss, why?

Sihle: Akho reason, just that I feel like long

kisses are unnecessary.

I sighed and nod climbing out his car, he

beeped as soon as I got in the yard and
drove off.

Me to me: Ngathi uzondi bhora lo.

I chuckled to myself and walked to my door,

opening it and getting in my house. It’s still
afternoon, but Sunday uyakawuleza so I
prepared my work stuff just so ndinga sokoli
in the morning.
[MONDAY MORNING.]
I woke up and yawned looking at the time, it
was 06:00am in the morning. I prepared
myself for the day, obviously my hygiene
routine and yonke lanto. I was wearing
Flounce Sleeve Shirred Neck Ruffle Hem
belted dress and my white heel. My weave
was neatly brushed, make up was on point
and I smelled good.
·
·
At work, first thing I did when I got there is
make myself so me coffee. I found one of
my colleagues in the work kitchen, she is
always quiet her name is Namhla.

Me: Hey, Namhla.

Namhla: Hello, unjani?

Me: Ndiright wena?

Namhla: I’m good, umhle like always.

Me: Enkosi, mntase.

I smiled, I like it when people compliment

me. It really boost my energy, I continued
with making my coffee.

Namhla: Uhmm, have you heard?

Me: Heard what?

I looked at her, she looked around before

whispering.
Namhla: Inathi, she is pregnant and the
baby is Mr. Lugalo’s.

Me: You didn’t struck me as the gossiping

type, since you always quiet yaz.

Namhla: I’m sorry, just that I couldn’t help

but overhear Inathi and Mpendulo argue.

Me: Did you overhear them or eavesdrop?

I asked her sipping my coffee, she cleared

her throat and drank hers.

Namhla: Okay, I eavesdropped. How could

Inathi, sleep with someone’s husband?

Me: You asking me? Andazi, tshini.

Namhla: Yaz, I wonder uzothini umfazi ka
boss if I tell her this.

I looked at her squinting, why is she

involving herself kwinto zabantu.

Me: Why would you tell her?

Namhla: Because, she needs to know.

Me: Namhla, phuma kwi ndaba zabantu. It’s

not your place to tell, izozi phumela moc
lento.

Namhla: I thought maybe, that’s doing a

right thing.
I shrugged and sipped my coffee, she is
just looking for drama lo.

Me: It was nice talking to you, but

mandibuyele emsebenzini.

Namhla: Okay, bye.

I nod and walked out the small stuff kitchen,

the quiet ones are always mischievous
njee. I walk to my working station, greeting
some of my colleagues and sat down taking
out my laptop. Teddy, walked in looking
tired and threw herself on the chair.

Me: Teddy, my love.

Teddy: Tjoo bestie, I’m tired sarna. I feel

like drinking noba zi shot eziyi 2.
Me: Long night?

Teddy: Sarna, wanditya umfana umnqundu

watshotshozela.

I laughed yhr no, this guys really did a

number on him because he looks drained.

Teddy: How was your night with, Sihle?

Me: Urgg lowo? Bhod sarna, hayi.

Teddy: Haibo, he looks like a spontaneous

guy njena?

Me: Mamela, mntase…

I started telling him about what happened,
when I was at Sihle’s house.

Teddy: Yi red flag kele yoba abuze would

you be a “housewife”?

Me: Anganya if he think he will turn me into

that.

Teddy: He is even friends with your abusive

ex husband? I hope akekho abusive yena.

Me: Ted, I will kill him first day shame if he

would lay a hand on me.

We continued chatting, 30 minutes later we

got back to work. Mpendulo, came to me
and told me we visiting the first Pawnshop
for today so we went there.
[35 MINUTES LATER.]
We were at this pawn shop, I looked around
the shop as Mpendulo questioned the
owner.

Owner: Is this your wife?

I frowned looking at him, Mpendulo looked

at me.

Mpendulo: No, this is my employee.

Owner: Ohh, it must be tough having such

sexy and hot employees.

Me: Excuse me, do you have what we

looking for?
Owner: Well many people come here
everyday to exhange watches for money.

Mpendulo: Can we see them?

Owner: Come this way.

I looked at Mpendulo, he shrugged and we

followed the guy as he took us to this glass
stall. He showed us all the watches, but it
was not there so we left.

Mpendulo: Since, I’m having a meeting in

the next hour I think we should continue
tomorrow.
Me: Okay, but I still say we drop this whole
exposé.

Mpendulo: Not happening, Yondi. Not

happening…

I sighed as he drove back to work, we got

there and I went to my working station. Just
then the captin and 2 detectives walked in,
they went straight to Mpendulo’s office.

Teddy: Haa, what do you think they are

here for?

Me: Andina idea, just hope it’s nothing

serious.

Just then Inathi came to us, we looked at

her and she smirked looking at me.
Inathi: You being summoned at the office.

Me: Okay.

Teddy: What’s going on?

Me: Andazi, but I will let you know.

He nod and I left going to Mpendulo’s

office, trust me I was a bit nervous. I got in
and closed the door, they all stared at me.

Me: Molweni.

Mpendulo: Yondi, this is-

Me: Captain Thola, I know.

Captain: I’m glad you know me, we are

here for you.

Me: For me?

Detective: Yes, this has to do with Sindi and

Minnie.

My heart raced as I looked at them,

wondering if they know. But I told myself
that I will handle this like a pro.

Me: What about them?

Captain: They have been missing for a

week and few days.
Me: So, ndingena phi mna?

Captain: It has come to our realization that

you are the last person, they were with.

Me: To correct you, I was with Sindi last.

She came here to the company crying
about a lost watch.

Detective: What watch?

Mpendulo: It belongs to one of, The

Seventh Circle members. Sindi, picked it up
at the crime scene.

Captain: And you guys knew this?

Me: We knew, yes but we were not the
ones who were in hold of evidence.

Captain: You should’ve told us! Holding

evidence against people of law, is a crime!

Me: Hayi sungxola, andithi the person who

held the evidence is now missing.

Detective: Uyamazi uphi?

Me: Andiyo chomi ka Sindi, so no andazi.

Captain: We will investigate this, it is not a

coincidence.

Me: Goodluck, can I be excused now? I

have work waiting for me.
Captain: Just know that, uyi suspect.

Me: Ndiyi suspect? The only thing that

linked me to Sindi, is work.

Captain: We would still like to take you in

for questioning, sometime in the week.

I sighed and looked at them nodding, I

looked at Mpendulo.

Me: Boss, ndinga hamba?

Mpendulo: Yhr, sho.

I walked out feeling angry, I’m livid guys.

Now ndikwi mfishimfishi because of doing
my job? Tjoo hayi this is not what I
expected, tshini haibo. Jong ku TENSE, ku
TRICKY, ku WAWU it is very hectic
bethuna. I’m sure Bragadier and his friends
are chilled and happy, but they are the
killers mna funeke ndiye kwi interrogations
hayi rhaa I despise them.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
He chuckled kissing the top of my head, as
he told me about his childhood and showing
me some of he’s childhood pictures on his
phone. He was such a cute baby.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 32.
YONDI MNDINI.
I was on my way to my house, driving
listening to “Miguel ft Mariah Carey-
Beautiful”. I had a long day at work and
actually, I just thought of something I’m
calling Sihle over for dinner.

[AT HOME.]
I asked Sihle to come over, but he told me
he was held up at work. I understood
because, nam I would cancel anything for
my job. My doorbell rang, I sighed
wondering how did this person get in my
yard.

Me: Ungubani?!

Ezile: Ndim, baby. Vula…

Me: Bragadier, hamba apha. Just go!!

Ezile: Mamela andifuni silwe, please open
up for me oyhini.

Me: Ufuna ntoni?

Ezile: I want us to talk, ndiyakucela.

Me: Actually yazi yintoni…

I unlocked the door for him, I looked at him

holding a giftbag and a box of roses. He
smiled at me, I blinked rapidly looking at his
handsome evil self.

Ezile: Hello baby, uright?

Me: Andingo baby wakho, ngena.

He chuckled and walked in, I closed the
door and watch him walk further in my
house like he owns it as I followed him.

Me: Hhe Bragadier-

Ezile: Soxabana ke, I told you to not call me

by that name.

Me: I don’t care even if sixabene. Do you

know what you and your friends dragged
me into?

Ezile: That’s why ndifuna siringe, baby.

I sighed and sat down, he sat next to me
and he licked his bottom lip before
speaking.

Me: Should I start talking or you will talk

first?

Ezile: Umhle yazi, you naturally gorgeous.

Me: Andina xesha le charms zakho, Ezile!

Did you know about your friends kidnapping
me?

Ezile: Yes, we did it for a reason.

Me: What reason? You guys are

traumatizing me ngezi stunts zenu.
Ezile: We just wanted to be sure if you
could be trusted.

I looked down on my fingers, my heart was

suddenly racing. He tried touching me but I
dismissed him.

Me: Ungandi bambi, please.

Ezile: Yondi, listen-

Me: Ezile, I’m going through the most

because of you and your friends. I’m having
night terrors, hallucinations this other day I
heard izinto eziviwa ndim ndedwa.

Ezile: Ingxaki yakho uyazi phambanisa.

I looked at him frowning, is he being
serious.

Me: You making me crazy, the hate I have

for you is not healthy. Why am I being
haunted by Minnie and Sindi, as if I killed
them?

Ezile: Ithi lonto move in with me, akho ghost

kwam.

Me: You think this yi joke ne? My life is a

joke to you, ndiyabona.

Ezile: Baby, why uzovuma wena?

Me: Ezile, ndicela uvaye before I lose it

nyani.
Ezile: Yazi, you are so attractive
Mafungwashe.

I ignored him and clenched my jaws, he

pointed to the giftbag and roses.

Me: Take them with you, andizifuni.

Ezile: Uzozifuna kanti, zezakho.

Me: Mxm, hamba apha.

Ezile: Did you know la ndoda yakho,

threatened me?

Me: Ndithini mna ke?

Ezile: Tell him athi pop pop, he is definitely
not safe.

I quickly looked at him, he had this

dangerous look on his.

Me: You stay away from, Sihle.

Ezile: I was going to until he came to my

company and threatened me, nge gun.

Me: He doesn’t own a gun.

Ezile: I guess ujola with a devil. At least

mna, I’m honest with you. I don’t hide my
true identity…

Me: Uthetha ngantoni?

Ezile: Sihle wakho, is not who you think he
is. And Yondi, anyone who hurts you I will
deal with them.

Me: You sound like a psycho, Sihle would

never hurt me.

Ezile: Hayi, nam I was just putting it out

there. Anyways…

He stood up and looked at me, we had a

little eye contact moment. I snapped back
to reality and he chuckled biting his lower
lip.

Me: Ohh and wena ne chomi zakho, if you

don’t stay away I might tell Captain Thola
the truth.
Ezile: Baby, andoyiki mna. What involves
you with la njaa?

Me: Andithi ndiyi suspect mna, thanks to

you and your friends.

Ezile: Suspect yantoni?

Me: The disappearance of Sindi and

Minnie, only if they knew uba they are
dead.

Ezile: Subana stress, akho evidence.

Me: Good, ngoba mna I won’t go to jail for

you and your friends.
Ezile: Sakuthandi njee, yazi ndikubawel
nyani.

Me: Hamba Ezile, hamba.

Ezile: Sharp, baby wamu.

He winked and left, I guess I won’t be

getting my gate remote from him. I’m glad I
have a spare one, I chuckled to myself
looking at the things he left for me.

Me: Let’s see what’s in here.

I took the giftbag there was a, De Toren

wine, Miss Dior Rose N’Roses perfume and
chocolate. I notice a small box and inside
was a Rolex watch, I chuckled to myself
reading the small card he put there.
Note: “Nxibe nantsi Rolex, sharp ke.”

I rolled my eyes fitting it, it looked good on

me but andizoyinxiba tuu. What if they put a
tracker on it, to track my every move? I took
the roses and put them on a perfect spot, I
love roses bethu. I put the wine in my wine
cabinet, then put the chocolate in the fridge
after that I went to my room and put the
Rolex watch together with other watches in
my watch collection.
·
·
In the morning as I opened my front door,
ready to go to work. I dropped my bags as I
saw my stepfather leaning on the door, I
moved back freaked out as he gave me a
creepy smile walking in.
Me: Zuko, how did you find me?

Zuko: Hello, princess. Real question should

be ndizele ntoni apha?

Me: Ndicela uhambe, I have to get to work.

He chuckled closing the door.

Zuko: Hayi, you won’t be working anymore

wena.

Me: Inoba uphambene, hamba kwam!

Zuko: You worth millions, my friend is

willing to give those millions if I give
him…wena.
He looked on the floor, then smiled bending
down trying to pick up my car keys. I quickly
grabbed the vase on the small table, then
banged it on his head hard I put my hands
over my mouth and cried as he fell down.

Me: Zuko.

I kicked him but he wasn’t moving, I picked

up my bag with shaking hands and called
my dad.

[PHONECALL.]
He picked up immediately.

Dad: Yondi ka Tata.

Me: Tata…I think I killed him, he-

Dad: Yondi, uphi?

Me: Endlini yam, uZuko ulapha.

Dad: Don’t you dare drop this call, ndiyeza

ngoku!

Me: Okay.

I stood there and listened to my father,

telling me to calm down. I went to search
for ropes as my father told me to and tied
Zuko’s hand and legs.
·
·
[35 MINUTES LATER.]
My father got here with 2 guys, I watch
them take the body. One guy mentioned
that he is not dead, they left with the body.

Dad: Yondi, kwenzeke ntoni?

I told him what happened and he chuckled

bitterly.

Dad: Yabona mna, ndiligeza ke when it

comes to you.

Me: Just don’t kill him, I don’t want blood in

your hands.

Dad: Are you kidding? I’m too cute to kill

mna, I can’t ruin my manicured hands.
I giggled, why is my father like this? I love
him shame.

He hugged me and I held on to him, he

kissed the top of my head. I wondered why
is my past coming back? Maybe God, is
punishing me for keeping shut about the
gruesome death of Minnie and Sindi.

Dad: Don’t you want to stay with me?

Me: No daddy, I will be fine.

Dad: You still going to work?

Me: Ewe, I have to.

He nod and kissed my forehead.

Dad: Yazi ke sarna, uBabsie calls me
“Daddy S” during tlof-tlof.

Me: Uqalile ke Tata, hayi marn.

Dad: Mamela, athi “Yes daddy S, go deeper

baby”. Ndiqonde uba yhrr, umthondo wam
awenzi amanyundululu.

Me: Hayi marn, sies! Don’t tell me your

bedroom dealings, why unje?

Dad: Hayi wethu, do want me to be those

strict and uptight fathers?

Me: No.
Dad: So ndiyeke ke, ndiyeke ndibe “SUS” if
that’s what it’s called.

I laughed, I love my father rhaa.

Dad: You sure uzoba right?

Me: I promise, ndizoba right.

Dad: Okay, but I will follow you to work just

to make sure you safe.

Me: Okay. I love you, Taka Yondi.

Dad: I love you more, Yondi ka Tatakhe.

THE JOURNALIST.
2 weeks later…
INSERT 33.
YONDI MNDINI.
Mpendulo looked at me, he looked very
stressed.

Me: I told you, let’s just drop this heist

exposé.

Mpendulo: We can’t, I mean if we bust the

Seventh Circle. It will put this company on
the high charts.

Me: There are other heist exposé we could

write.
Mpendulo: Yondi, I don’t care about others.
I care about this one, we talking about “The
Seventh Circle”.

Me: We don’t have proof that it’s, The

Seventh Circle who pulled up that heist.

Mpendulo: The picture you took of the

watch.

Me: That is nothing, let’s just drop yonke

lento.

Mpendulo: No, we can’t. I have faith, we’ll

figure things out uzobona.

I sighed and leaned back on the seat, I was

in his office. He looked really disturbed and
I know damn well it’s not about exposing,
The Seventh Circle.

Me: You look disturb.

Mpendulo: I fucked up Yondi, I fucked up.

Me: I think I-

Before I could finish talking the door

opened and in came his wife with Inathi
behind her.

Mrs. L: Yhr, I finally caught you!

She said looking at me, Inathi was looking

down.
Me: Caught me doing what?

Mrs. L: You sleeping with my husband, you

bitch!

I burst out laughing, looking at Mpendulo

who was frowning at his wife.

Mpendulo: Amanda, are you crazy? I don’t

sleep with my employees.

Mrs. L: Inathi, told me you fucking Yondi!

Me: Ohh, she told you that? Inathi, why

don’t you tell her the real truth?

Mpendulo: Yondi, kawume-

Me: Ndime, while your wife is insulting me
for shit I didn’t do?

Inathi: Yondi, please-

Me: Thula! You won’t lie about me to her

and expect me to cover for you, with such
big thing!

Mpendulo: Ladies, calm down.

I chuckled and stood up from the chair, I

looked at Mrs. L and she looked at me with
pure hatred.

Me: The real snake and bitch, is right next

to you. Inathi, is the one sleeping with your
husband half of the employees know.
Mrs. L: No, uyaxoka she wouldn’t-

Me: Mbuze, nanku next to you. Plus unayo

ne evidence, so next time don’t insult
people for shit they didn’t do.

Mpendulo sighed, I looked at him and

chuckled shaking my head.

Me: Forgive me boss, but bendingazo fela

smoko. Inathi, can’t go around accusing
abantu about such.

Mpendulo: It’s okay, Yondi-

Mrs. L: It’s not okay! You cheating on me
with your P.A! Inathi, I treated you like my
little sister!

She was crying, why is she crying sarna

because she is the wrong one.

Me: I guess that is my que to leave.

I walked past Mrs. L, she held my arm and I

looked at her with a straight face.

Mrs. L: I’m sorry, for accusing you.

Me: Akho ngxaki, I have work to get back

to.
She nods and I left, tshini asoze kaloku. As
soon as I walked out and sat on my working
station, some of my colleagues came to
me. Teddy was off today…

Anam: Hayi girl, what’s happening?

Me: Andizi thethi indaba zabantu, without

their consent.

Sibu: Mntase, come on did the “Mrs” finally

find out?

Me: Sort of, yhuu hayini nina kanime.

Namhla: She should also find out about the

pregnancy.
I frowned looking at her, the others gasped
clapping their hands.

Me: Namhla, and the rest of you ndicela

nindi shiye in peace.

They went to their working stations

mumbling, I shook my head and did my
work.

Me: Nxx, bloody nondabas.

So guys, quick update about what has been

happening lately. I’m still in a relationship
with Sihle, and uyadika shame because we
still haven’t have sex. Also, the guy has
been hinting that I should stop working, he
will take care of me but I always tell him the
fuck off. Good thing is that, Bragadier and
his friends are staying away as I asked. I
last saw Bragadier, the day he brought me
those gifts.

[AFTER WORK.]
I went to meet up with Teddy, at this Pub
and Grill.

Me: Ibinjani day off yakho?

Teddy: Peaceful, but I missed your

gorgeous face.

Me: Aww, that is cute.

Teddy: Mxm ke wena! How was work ke?

Me: Work was dramatic.

I said eating the piece of meat, he looked at
me ready to hear about all the drama. I told
him everything and he was shocked.

Teddy: Hayi, so you telling me Inathi is

pregnant?

Me: Ndiyaku xelela, the fact that she lied to

poor Mrs. Lugalo about me fucking her
husband.

Teddy: You should’ve beat the crap out of

her!

Me: And risk being arrested, for laying a

hand on a pregnant woman?
Teddy: Phofu ke. So…

My eyes landed on the table at the far end,

I blinked twice just to make sure my eyea
aren’t deceiving me.

Me: Teddy, Teddy..please tell me ndibona

izinto zam.

Teddy: What?

Me: Look at the table at the far end and tell

me that is not, Sihle.

I drank my Savannah and Teddy gasped

looking where I told him to.
Teddy: Haibo, that’s him! Who is the girl he
is with?

Me: I don’t care who she is, but uSihle

undenza ifool.

Teddy: Go confront him!

Me: No, let him be. I will deal with him the
Yondi way.

Teddy: Hayi, hayi don’t tell me you letting

this slide.

Me: I’m not. Ndili lady mntase, I won’t act

like a hooligan because of Sihle.
I ate a fry, downing it with a Savannah.
Teddy clapped once, in disbelief.

Teddy: Do you think she is the reason why

Sihle, hasn’t fucked you yet?

Me: Hewethu, she is not the problem. Sihle,

is the problem ngoba usenza fools zakhe.

Teddy: Tjoo! Ubufebe runs in that family,

tshini first Lukholo hurting Liyema. Now,
Sihle hurting you?

Me: Weirdly, andikho hurt mntase. I was

prepared for into enje.

Teddy: Hayi nawe, tjuu bendizo qonda pha

if I was you.
I chuckled drinking my Savannah. I once
told Sihle if he is tired of me, he should tell
me and not make a fool out of me.

Me: Anyways, how is our baby mama?

Teddy: Liyema, is stressed sarna. Her

parents, wants her to get married to
Lukholo since bathi “no man, will marry a
woman with a child”

Me: Haibo, that is nonsense!

Teddy: Tshini, thiza! I’m like that is so old

school.
But Liyema’s parents are selfish, they’d
rather their daughter marry a guy who
cheated on her nge mini yakhe yomtshato?
No way!

Teddy: Mntase, uhmm…I think Sihle is

coming over here.

Me: Coming here for ntoni?

Teddy: Shh, nanku.

I chuckled ready to cause drama, I wonder

uzoxoka athini.

Sihle: Baby, you here?

Me: Surprisingly, you are here too. So is
this the meeting you were talking about,
meeting with other females.

Voice: Baby, why did you leave me.

Sihle: Amyoli, kawume.

Me: Aaa, so this is the Amyoli who called

me?

Amyoli: Ewe, ndim main chick wena you

were just a side.

Sihle: Yondi, baby. Please, can we talk

privately I can explain.
Me: Yhey, yhey, voestek. Voestek, ndizi
selela Savannah yam in peace ne chomi
yam.

Sihle: Please, she means nothing.

Amyoli: I mean nothing? Kodwa last night,

you were sweating on top of me?

I chuckled in disbelief, Teddy laughed and

clapped once.

Teddy: Rhaa amadoda!

Me: Sihle, sizothetha xa kuthande mna.

You can go carry on with your “meeting”, as
you said.
Sihle: Your calmness is scaring me.

Me: It should, ngoba I will show you

amasimba bhuti. Uzozisola why did you
date me.

Teddy: Nqoo chomi, show him flames!

He looked at me, I rolled my eyes and

looked elsewhere drinking my Savannah.
He stormed out the Pub and Grill angry, his
girlfriend followed him.

Teddy: Yondi, what are you planning?

Me: Obviously I will dump him, but by the

looks of things le ndoda ayizo vuma
ulahlwa.
Teddy: So, uzothini?

Me: Andazi, I’m still thinking marn. I won’t

do crazy things because of indoda, who
doesn’t love me.

Teddy: Vandalize his house, I will assist

you.

Me: Nah, with Captain Thola still on my

leash? I can’t…

Teddy: What does that Captain really want?

Me: Apparently, Sindi and Minnie are

missing so ndiyi suspect kaloku.
Teddy: What happened to them?

Me: Andazi, they probably in a Yatch

shaking they asses.

Teddy laughed. Yes, Captain Thola still

take me in for interrogation sometimes.
Which I find useless and boring now, ngoba
andazi ufuna ndide ndithini. At this one
point, I almost blurted out the truth but I
held myself.

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He kissed my forehead and picked up my
things from the floor, we walked out the
house and I locked before we went to our
cars. I would tell him about Bragadier and
his friends, but I don’t want to be risking my
fathers life sarna. NEVER.
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EZILE FANATHI.
I was alone in the Craftmens house, waiting
for my friends. Can I be honest, I miss
Yondi but I’m honouring her wishes and
giving her the space that she needed.
Lucky got in and we greeted each other
with our secret handshake.

Lucky: Bhoza yam.

Me: Sharp bhoza.

Lucky: Bathini?
-how are you?
Me: Eish yhr marn, akho weii. Wena?

Lucky: Moja sarni, izinto zihamba

mthebelele.

We sat there chatting, while waiting on the

others to arrive. They got here and we went
down to business, basically last week we
went on a mission but it went wrong.

Sive: Bafethu, ishubile marn. We need to

get to the bottom of this.

Nkosi: Who might’ve stole la shandis?

Akhona: Ngula msoonu ungu, Tyrone.

We looked at him, he nod and poured
himself a glass of whiskey.

Me: Lamjita ukopole kula rush ka Inga?

- The guy who is part of, Inga’s crew.

Akhona: Yena kanye!

-exactly him!

Mahle: Yhr no, we need to deal with him.

Andile: Question is as “The Seventh Circle”,

or we deal with them as us the normal
gangsters everyone knows us to be.

Lucky: We can’t risk people knowing the

real us, so we deal with him as the normal
gangsters everyone knows.
Me: Andazi la vur vai, yenzeka that day.
-I don’t know the mess that happened that
day.

Nkosi: Sendifuna, ubulala umntu with my

own hands mna.

We all agreed, so last week Thursday we

went on a mission. Not as the Seventh
Circle, but as the gangster that other
gangsters know. All in all, things went
South and someone stole bullets and
cocaine that one of our clients expected
from us.

Mahle: So Bragadier, when last did you

speak to Mafungwashe?
Me: 2 weeks back, I miss her futhi.

Lucky: Mna, she hates me nyani shame.

She doesn’t even pretend to like me in front
of Busi.

Andile: I remember the day we kidnapped

her, wakubetha amatanyula!

We laughed namajita, Yondi ngcolile moc.

Lucky: Bra gqiba yathi lanto, “I wish

adumbe amasende akho, uzotsho uyeke
nobayi cheatist”.

Nkosi: Inside I was like, she is such a

savage.
I smiled proudly and these kafurs laughed.
·
·
Hours later, I thought to myself that I should
go and visit Yondi. I opened her gate, using
the remote I took from her and drove in
closing the gate. I step out the car and
carried the Warwick wine I got her, with the
spectacular 50 red roses I bought for her
and Lindt plus Ferrero Rocher choclates.

I knocked on the door, she opened and

looked at me bored. I scanned her from
head to toe and she looked kak mooi, in
that woman power suit.

Me: Why uzodikwa?

Yondi: I’m not in the mood, please crawl
back to whatever hole you come from.

Me: Ndiku thanda that time, didn’t you miss

me?

Yondi: Mxm!

She walked in the house leaving me at the

door, I walked in and bit my lower lip
looking at her perfect ass.

Me: One day, I will use your ass as my

pillow.

Yondi: Fuck off Ezile, ufuna ntoni?

Me: I have this for you, ndi sure you will like
them.

Yondi: Please tell me, khona some

chocolates.

I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows, giving

her the giftbag she blushed and took it
taking out the chocolates.

Yondi: I won’t thank you, I deserve le

treatment from you and your friends.

Me: Eish sufuna silwe.

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni apha, Ezile?

She sat on her couch, I sat next to her and
she ate her chocolates. I smiled looking at
her chew so sexy, she chuckled and I
snapped back to earth.

Me: I want to give you this.

I took out the keys I made for her, they are

keys to my house the new house obviously.

Yondi: Yintoni le?

Me: Keys to my house.

Yondi: So, ndizi thini mna? Andizifuni…

Me: I thought it would be fair if you have the
keys to my kingdom, since ndine remote to
you paradise.

I said flashing her the gate remote, she

sighed.

Yondi: I want my gate remote back, futhi

take your keys.

Me: Ngaske ndiku phuze yazi.

Yondi: Tsek. Ufuna ntoni apha?

Me: I missed-
My phone rang and it was Sive, I answered
it looking at Yondi as she stuffed some
piece of chocolate in her mouth.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Sive, njayam.

Sive: Uphi sarni, we on our way to the

CRAFTHOUSE.

Me: Ndihleli with madam, did you get

Tyrone?

Sive: Yhr. Undibulisele ku Mafungwashe.

I looked at Yondi, who was throwing stares

at me.
Yondi: Yintoni?

Me: Yabulisa uSive.

Yondi: Mxelel ndithi, ukunya kwakhe. I don’t

want “uHello” wakhe, nowakho kakade.

I chuckled and Sive burst out laughing over

the phone, he definitely heard her.

Me: Hayike sarni, uvile.

Sive: She still mad at us?

Me: She hates us, hayi ndincamile.

Sive: Get to the CRAFTHOUSE, mfethu.

Me: Sharp, see you in 30 minutes or so.

I dropped the call and looked at Yondi, then

put the house keys I brought her on the
table.

Yondi: I will burn them.

Me: Akho ngxaki, as long as you won’t burn

my love for you.

She rolled her eyes, I felt like fucking her

worse it’s been 2 weeks without sex. Yes,
girls still throw themselves at me but I just
dismiss them kakubi, because ndigcwele
ngo Yondi moc.
Me: Uzondipha nini impundu?

Yondi: I’m not one of your one nightstands

bhuti, so asoze.

Me: Mmm, okay. I’m leaving ke.

Yondi: Thank God, bye.

I stood up and winked at her, she showed

me her middle finger and I chuckled walking
out her house.

[45 MINUTES LATER.]

I was at the CRAFTHOUSE, with the gents
and Tyrone crying as we took turns beating
him.
Tyrone: Please bafethu, forgive me.

Me: So wena, ukhanda cash ngathi?

Tyrone: Bragadier, I swear I was sent nam.

Nkosi: By who? Pipi ka yihlo!

He said that punching him, Tyrone grunt

and spit out blood.

Me: Induku yam, needs to offload so sufuna

uhlafuna bullets.
-my gun.

Lucky: Tyrone, thetha kwedini!

Tyrone: Okay. Inga sent me, nguye othe I
should steal your cocaine and bullets.
Ndicela nindi yeke.

Mahle, hand him a burner phone and we all

looked at Mahle.

Andile: Mfethu?

Mahle: Pholas. Wena, tsalele uInga.

-chill. You, call Inga.

Tyrone took the phone and called Inga, he

put it on loudspeaker.

Inga: Inga, hello.

Tyrone: Bhozza, please save me!

Inga: Ty, what’s wrong?

Tyrone: Bragadier and his friends, are

holding me hostage bafuna izinto zabo.

Inga: Fuck! Are you with them now?

Sive: Ucinga ntoni wena? Yes, he is

obviously with us.

Inga: Bafethu, I will give you your things just

don’t kill Tyrone.

Me: You have 1 hour to bring them back, or

else you will find umjita wakho dead sarni!
Mahle took the phone and dropped it, we
looked at Tyrone who was scared.

Tyrone: I swear, andizo phinde ndini

moshe. Please don’t kill me.

Lucky: Yazi, uyasinyela wena with la boss

yakho.

He cried, we sat there waiting for Inga to

call us and tell us when and where he will
give us our things.
·
·
A while later, the phone rang and Mahle
answered putting it on loudspeaker.

Mahle: Thetha.
-talk

Inga: I have your things, let’s meet at the

old building.

Mahle: Ungasi qheli ulwatha ke.

-don’t try to be smart with us.

Inga: I won’t, just meet me there.

He dropped the call, the gents and I gave

each other the look. We knew he probably
wasn’t going to be alone.

Me: Tyrone, who is your boss thinking his

fooling?

Tyrone: I know nothing, please don’t kill me.

Akhona: Masibeyi ndlela, bulletproof
emtwini.

We nod and prepared ourselves for the

meet up, Tyrone was looking at us as we
wore our bulletproofs and armed ourselves.

[AT THE OLD BUILDING.]

I chewed my gum looking at Tyrone, he
was with his crew.

Tyrone: Aaah, my old friends. What a

pleasure to see you.

Me: Ziphi ezi weii?

-where are those things?
He signaled one of his crew members, they
brought the boxes. Andile and I opened
each, just to be sure it’s really them.

Mahle: Taste le cocaine, ngathi kanti yi

flour.

Sive: Sapha one packet lapho.

I passed him one, he opened it and taste it.

He nod reassuring us, it’s the one.

Nkosi: Hayike, mayibengu halala.

Inga: Give us Tyrone, then you free to go.

I chuckled looking at him, his crew

members pointed their guns at us.
Me: Oqale wafa sarni.

Lucky pushed Tyrone towards them, he

limped to them in pain then Lucky shot him
at the back of his head twice before he
could reach his crew.

Inga: Phambene! We gave you your things,

why kill him?

Nkosi: Subayi moffie marn, yintoni?

We also pointed our guns at him and his

crew, my friends and I had two guns each.

Me: Phela, phela ngantsomi with you and

your crew.
Inga: Satana nini, you are devils zinja!

Akhona: That is music to our ears, toodles!

Gunshots fired, Lucky got shot in the arm

but we manage to kill Inga and his crew.

Me: Yi vur vai.

-it’s a mess.

Sive: Beautiful mess.

We laughed and collected our things, not

minding the dead bodies and we left. Lucky,
was in pain so we had to drive him to the
hospital so they can take care of the bullet
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BUSI NTLONGO.
Last night, Ntlantla didn’t come home. I
guess he is back to his cheating ways, but I
don’t give a fuck anyways. I prepared
myself for the day, it’s Friday and I’m
meeting Teddy and Yondi for those sex
lessons. Trust me they have been going
good, I’m not yet perfect but I’m getting
there.

My phone rang and it was my mother.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered with a smile.

Me: Mama?
Mama: Hi, mntanam unjani?

Me: Ndiright, wena?

Mama: Ndi grand. How are you fine when

your husband has been shot?

I paused for a second, my heart raced and I

blinked rapidly.

Me: Mama, uthini?

Mama: You didn’t know?

Me: No. Ntlantla was shot and he didn’t

care to tell me?
Mama: Ayikho serious, just a flesh wound.

Me: But…he didn’t bother to tell me. I

guess, I will always be excluded in his life.

Mama: Busi-

Me: Mama, I’m meeting friends can I call

you some other time? Okay, bye.

I dropped the call and sat on the couch,

feeling hurt. Why am I the last person to
know my husband was shot? I guess he
really doesn’t care about me, I cried
because of the hurt and after a while I stood
up going to the kitchen for a glass of water.
I heard commotion at the lounge, then went
to check it was Ntlantla and his friends.
Lucky: Bafethu, ndi grand yintoni na nina?

Sive: We just want to make sure.

I cleared my throat, they all looked at me.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam.

Me: Don’t worry, I will be on my way out.

Lucky: You not going to ask what

happened? Or ndinjani?

Me: Did you call and tell me you were shot?

Why am I the last person you always
consider?
I looked at him, he tried coming to me but I
stopped him.

Me: Ndicela unga sondeli kum, stay put.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, I’m sorry-

Me: Awudikwa kuthi “I’m sorry” oko?

I took my small sportsbag that was on the

floor with my car keys and left. The bag had
a change of clothes, I’m going out with
Teddy and Yondi tonight for the first time in
history I will be entering a club.
·
·
I was now with Yondi and Teddy at,
Teddy’s house. They were teaching me
how to do a doggy style.

Teddy: Tjoo, Busi babe. We went through

this last week, suba ngathi uyi tafile.

Yondi giggled and I joined her, Teddy is

serious about these lessons.

Yondi: Come on B, you can do this.

Me: Only if I didn’t have a lot in my mind.

Teddy: Tjuu, hayi stress shouldn’t affect

your sex life.
Yondi: Teddy, come on. She needs a
break-

Teddy: Akho break apha, I want you to

break that back wena Busi. Chop! Chop!

He clapped his hands and I tried my very

best, I guess this position isn’t for me.

Yondi: Whuuu darling, something tells me

this position ain’t for you.

Me: It isn’t, I already feel like I’m breaking in

half.

Yondi: Iba ngathi, you looking for a shoe

under the bed.
Me: I lay on my stomach, when I look for a
shoe under the bed.

They burst out laughing, I sat on my ass

smiling and looking at them.

Me: So, are we still going to the club?

Teddy: Hell yeah, but unfortunately Liyema

won’t be joining us.

Me: I feel like Liyema, hates me.

Yondi: Haibo, why would you say that?

Me: Andazi, just that I feel like she probably

thinks ndizama thatha spot sakhe.
Teddy: Don’t be ridiculous, hayibo she is
the one who suggested we pamper you up
for tonight.

Me: I really need lo pampering.

Yondi: What’s eating you? Your eyes are

even red, cheeks plum ingathi you were
crying.

I looked at them and sighed, Teddy said he

will get some wine and glasses. I sat next to
Yondi, she looked at me and shook her
head.

Yondi: Don’t tell me yila nonsense, uLucky.

Me: Sort of, he was shot yesterday.

Yondi: What? Tjoo, bamdubule kancinci.

Teddy: Haa Yondi, what has this guy ever

done to you?

Yondi: Cheaters repulse me, I despise them

bayafana ne abusers.

She took one bottle of Savannah from the

carry pack and opened it.

Yondi: Wena, Busi don’t stress yourself

because of a ungrateful bustard.

Me: Yazi, you right. He didn’t care about

telling me he was shot, so why should I
care?
Teddy: Haibo cheers, to this new badass.

We clicked our glasses, while Yondi clicked

the bottle of Savannah.

Yondi: Guys, imnandi Savannah.

Teddy: Lonto umurukela kuyo straight!

Me: Uya gowa, Yondi?

Yondi: Girl, ndi find outile kaloku.

Me: So, wathini?

Yondi: Ndamlahla, but akalahleki.

Me: Tjooo, banjalo ke. Banye and then
bangafuni ushiywa.

Yondi: Yabona apha kum, unyile ke.

We looked at her and chuckled, she makes

the cutest facial expressions. We sat there
chatting for hours, laughing and taking
pictures and videos. I have never met
unbothered people like them, they are so
chilled.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I was dressed up in the shortest designer
dress, with a blonde weave and Yondi did
my make-up.
Me: Have you ever thought of opening your
own beauty salon?

Yondi: Nope, why?

Me: You talented when it comes to make

up.

Teddy: This bitch is talented in everything.

Yondi: Hayi, not everything suxoka.

Me: No, look at me ndimhle guys.

Yondi: You naturally gorgeous, quick

pictures?

Me: Sho.
She snapped some pictures of me, while
Teddy conducted me on how to pose. I
looked at the pictures and they were sexy, I
looked and feel sexy.

Me: I’m definitely posting some.

Yondi: Someone is going to come fetch you

kula club.

Me: You mean, Ntlantla? He wouldn’t dare.

Yondi: Okay ke, Ntliziyo yakhe.

I blushed and they chuckled fixing

themselves, I looked at them and smiled. I
wonder how do I act when I am super
drunk, tjoo ndinga hlazi abanye.
·
·
At the club, we were drinking and talking to
the top of our lungs because of the music.
A lady came to us and banged our table…

Yondi: And then wena?

Lady: Uphi, uSihle umenze ntoni?!

Yondi: Ngazo ndinya rhaa, am I his keeper?

Lady: You know where my man is!

Yondi: Yewethu Amyoli, I’m living my life

apha sundibuza nge hule mna.
Teddy: In fact, voetsek out of here!

Amyoli: I know you know where he is. Tell

me!

Yondi: He is probably out there, being the

manwhore he is. Theni are you thirsty,
thatha nantsi Tanqueray and quench your
thirst.

Amyoli: Fuck you!

She stormed away, Yondi shook her head

and continued drinking and smoking the
hubbly.

Me: Yondz, why are you so chilled?

Teddy: That is here nature, she doesn’t
entertain ubu bhanxa.

Me: I would’ve lost it, I’m quiet yes but

ndiyabetha mna.

They looked at me shocked, I chuckeld.

Me: Just kidding, ndili gwala mna.

They burst out laughing, Yondi keeps

shocking me everytime I’m with her I
discover something new about her. Her
calmness, I like how she handled that
Amyoli lady. Ndifundela uba ngu Yondi
Mndini, mna shame. A text came through
my phone and it was, Lucky. I opened it…
Text: “Hey Ntliziyo yam, please tell me you
safe.”

My reply: “Ndi safe, in fact ndihleli with

izigora zamadoda here. They said they will
ride le frozen chicken indim.”

I sent my reply and switched off my phone,

Lucky undiqhela goet! I continued enjoying
my night with Yondi and Teddy, with Teddy
flirting with some guy and Yondi dragging
me to the dance floor every chance she
gets.

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BUSI NTLONGO.
I woke up sleeping next to Yondi, my head
was pounding so hard I drank too much
yesterday.

Me: Yondi.

Yondi: Hmmm?

Me: How did we get here?

Yondi: Teddy, drove us here.

Me: Uphi yena?

Yondi: With indoda yakhe, that was is
dickmatized.

I chuckled, she slowly sat up straight

holding her head.

Yondi: Tjoo, we went to hard on that alcohol

izolo.

Me: Ewe, bhabhalaza iyandinyisa.

Her phone rang, she took it and looked at

the screen. She scoffed then rolled her
eyes, declining the call.

Me: I guess that is, Sihle?

Yondi: Yes, andazi ufuna ntoni kum. I don’t
associate with my ex’s.

Me: Lucky, texted me izolo ke sarna.

She removed her fingers from her eyes and

looked at me.

Yondi: Uthi nantsi ntoni?

Me: He was asking if ndi safe na.

I told her my reply to the text and she

laughed out loud.

Yondi: Good rhaa, make him sweat usile

lowa.
Me: Intliziyo is such a betrayer kodwa, I
hate him but my heart wants him.

She sighed and held my hands, we smiled

looking at each other.

Yondi: Mntase, follow your heart. I won’t

say “your heart won’t deceive you”, la organ
li menemene ndikuxelele.

Me: True that!

Yondi: How about we go and eat out for

breakfast before you go home? It will be on
me.

Me: I would love that, futhi it’s Saturday

after all andina plans.
Yondi: Mna, I have plenty of them. I would
invite you, but ke this has to do with my
sexual needs.

I giggled looking at her, she smiled and

looked up thoughtfully.

Me: Haaa, have anyone in mind?

Yondi: Ewe.

We continued talking as we made the bed,

we were at Teddy’s.

Me: So, xasizo hamba. How is Teddy going

to come in?
Yondi: Don’t worry, I have the spare keys.

Me: I love your friendship, it’s really

genuine.

Yondi: As it should mntase, we really

understand each other.

Me: I wish to have such friends.

Yondi: Thought you are our friend njena. Or

you don’t consider yourself as one?

Me: I do, just that I’ve never had friends

before.

Yondi: Okay. Just be you mntase, in our

friendship we believe in true colours.
I smiled I definitely need and want friends
like them, I should actually be free sarna.
·
·
We were now at Wimpy, having breakfast
and taking pictures of each other and
boomerangs. Yondi, posted some of our
pictures on her Instagram storie then
tagged me.

Me: Yabona, Instagram wam dry kanjani?

Yondi: I noticed sarna. You have 2 million

followers, but you don’t upload at all.

Me: I guess ndi insecure when it comes to

the socials.
Yondi: Nonsense, wena now that I’m part of
your life I will make you active kwi social
media.

Me: I can imagine, does that mean I have to

post oko?

Yondi: That will be up to you, mna I will just

be there to boost your ego.

I smiled at her, we continued eating and

chatting about random stuff. After a while,
we went our separate ways. I was so not
ready to go home and face my husband,
but ke ndizoba sathini.

[AT HOME.].
I got in and found my husband fixing the
sling on his arm.

Me: Hi.

Lucky: Hi, uright?

Me: Ewe, wena?

Lucky: I’m good. How was your first night

clubbing?

Me: Fun, I mean Yondi and Teddy were

super welcoming.

Lucky: I see. So, izigora zikutyile ke?

Me: Ewe, it was fun futhi.

I was about to walk past him, he pulled me
to him and I sighed. He is very handsome
lona, uyi panty dropper.

Lucky: We need to talk, ndiyakucela.

Me: About what?

He kissed me, I respond to the kiss then

pulled out after thinking about what kind of
cheater he is.

Lucky: Ndiyaku thanda, ntliziyo yam.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me, you were shot?

Lucky: I didn’t want to stress you, ndi right
njena.

Me: What uphila this gangster life? What if

you get in a fuel with people like the “The
Seventh Circle”.

He cleared his throat, I pressed where he

was shot and he groaned in pain.

Lucky: Busi, fuck what the hell?!

Me: Yhr, that pain isn’t as much as the pain

you installed in my heart!

I walked away, going to our room to put the

bag there. He came in and locked the door.
Me: Wenza ntoni?

Lucky: Holding you hostage, so we can talk

like civil people.

Me: Are you a civil person, wena?

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, please marn. I hate it

when we fight…

I sighed and sat on the bed, looking on the

floor.

Me: Why did you do it, Lucky? Don’t say it’s

because I wasn’t satisfying you during sex,
ayikho valid lo reason.
Lucky: Besides the our sexual life, ayikho
enye reason.

Me: I’m tired yazi. Tired of loving someone,

who clearly doesn’t love me.

He pulled a small chair and sat opposite

me, he made me look at him.

Lucky: Ndiyi fool, I know. But one thing I will

tell you is that, my love for you is the realist.

Me: Why hurt me ke? Undijongisa ngama

nkazana akho, making me a clown in their
eyes.

Lucky: Ndicela uxolo, baby. Please, forgive

me torgo.
Me: It hurts yazi…I want to unlove you, but
my heart doesn’t is declining my request.

I started crying, I couldn’t help myself. He

pulled me to sit on his lap and hugged me.

Me: Even if I forgive you, xa ndingekho

nawe I will have this fear that you cheating
on me. Why ungcolile?

Lucky: Ndicela undinike another chance,

just to prove my love for you.

Me: So you could hurt me again and ask for

another chance, then another after another.
Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, you hurting my heart
please stop crying.

Me: Does it hurt as much as mine hurt?

He sniffed looking away, don’t tell me he is

crying because that would be ridiculous.

Me: The fact that I’m even having sex

lessons, because I’m afraid to not satisfy
my future man.

Lucky: You attend sex lessons?

Me: Ewe, is that all you care about?

Lucky: No, no. Just that I’ve never heard of

such.
I sighed playing with my fingers, I don’t
know marn should I forgive him?

Me: Our marriage was forced, so I feel as if

your love for me is forced too.

Lucky: Ayonyani leyo. Yes, I marriage might

be arranged but what I feel for you is real.

Me: Uyafeba, but yoyika ne divorce.

He chuckled, I wrapped my arms around

his neck and caressed his head.

Lucky: I’m afraid to lose you.

Me: Trust me, if you ever cheat on me
again I will leave you without hesitation.

He quickly looked at me, giving me his

charming smile. I smiled back at him.

Lucky: So, you forgive me?

Me: Ewe, only if you promise we will

communicate more this time.

Lucky: Always, Ntliziyo yam.

I pecked his lips and we shared a hug, I

was still on his lap.

Lucky: Awurhaleli siye kwi vacation?

Me: Haa, what about work?

Lucky: We are our own bosses, so being

away for a few days won’t hurt.

Me: I will think about it.

Lucky: Ndiyaku thanda, Ntliziyo yam.

Me: Okay.

Lucky: Haibo, uthi okay?

Me: Ewe, okay tshini.

He chuckled and I smiled kissing the top of

his head. I know ndi weak, andizothi
“soulmate yi soulmate” because men are
unpredictable. But I’m going to give him le
second chance, ayizoba khona third sarna
le “frozen chicken” indim will up and leave if
he cheats again nyani.

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YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Saturday and tonight I’m planning on
something njee, something really nasty. I
stared at Bragadier’s house keys in my
hand then sighed, wondering if should I do
what I want to do or not.

Teddy: Yondi, hello!

Me: Hmmm, huh?

Teddy: Haibo, where is your mind and why

are you staring at those keys like that?

Me: Hayi marn, it’s nothing.

I put the keys in my jean pocket, Teddy

gave me a smirk.

Me: What?

Teddy: Out with it, ucinga ntoni?

Me: Nix chomi, I promise.

Teddy: I don’t believe you.

Me: So ibinjani dick appointment yakho?

Teddy: Fun and spontaneous like always!

Me: That’s goo-

A knock disturbed me from talking, I looked

at Teddy knowing very well that could be
Bragadier. I mean he has my gate keys,
meaning that he has access to my yard.

Me: No, not now.

Teddy: Haibo yintoni? Open the door.

Me: Okay, please don’t freak out ne?

Teddy: Why would I freak out?

Me: That could be Bragadier, knocking on

my front door.

Teddy: What?!

I quickly stood up, leaving Teddy with a

confused face. I opened the door annoyed..

Me: Bragadier, you really sta-

I paused seeing that it was Sihle, instead of

Bragadier. I looked at him with a straight
face…

Me: Ohh nguwe?

Sihle: Why did you mention Bragadier’s
name?

Me: Ayikufuni. Ufuna ntoni apha?

Sihle: Ndinga ngena.

Me: No, how did you enter my yard?

Sihle: I jumped over the wall, I knew if I

called you to come out ubungazo vuma.

Me: Okay, hamba ke and stop invading my

privacy.

Sihle: Bhabha, please I swear Amyoli

means nothing.
Me: I don’t care wethu, I just want you to
leave my premises.

He scoffed and pushed me in the house,

closing the door. Teddy came by and
looked at Sihle, with a frown.

Teddy: Ye mnqundu wakho, she said leave.

Sihle: This has nothing to do with you.

Teddy: Ohh it has, when it considers the

safety of my friend!

Me: Sihle, ndicela uhambe apha.

Sihle: Andifuni uhamba, we have to fix
things.

Me: Akho “fixing things” nga ndawo apha!

Leave before I call the cops, and trust me I
have the Captain’s number on speed dial.

Sihle: Yondi, we are not over mna nawe.

Teddy: Hayi rhaa, yanya lo.

Teddy said that walking away, I looked at

Sihle feeling void.

Me: Bhuti wabantu, please leave. Amyoli

wakho was looking for you izolo, hamba
uye kuye.
Sihle: Why undenza lento? Why hurt me?

Me: Hurt you how? Ye wena, uphambene

shame.

Sihle: I swear Amyoli, was a mistake.

Me: Hamba uye kwi mistake yakho ke.

Sihle: Yondi-

Teddy: Uselapha! Hamba before I burn you

nja!

Teddy said that holding a kettle with hot

water, standing in front of me.
Teddy: Ndiyi qeqe xa ndi thanda, sufuna
ndikuphe ubu qeqe bam kuwe.

Sihle: Fine, ndizo hamba but I will be back.

Me: Don’t come back, for your own sake.

Sihle: I love you Yondi, I’m not giving up on

us.

Teddy: Voestek njaa!

Sihle looked at me, then chuckled bitterly

before leaving. I squint my eyes and Teddy
side hugged me.

Teddy: Uright, chomi?

Me: Ndi right. Just hope this thing of Sihle,
won’t escalate to something worse.

Teddy: Okay, masenze kanje…let’s go to a

Spa date then to the movies tonight.

Me: I could do with that, is it on you?

Teddy: Obviously!

Me: I had plans for tonight, but they can

wait.

Teddy: Perfect! I just want me and you to

have a fun night, we’ll go to a game arcade
then movies.

Me: I already feel that tonight, will be fun.

Teddy: It should be. I’m trying to make you
forget, about la shit ingu Sihle.

I giggled as we walked back to the lounge,

we sat there and catch up a bit. We left an
hour later, for some manicures and
pedicures.
·
·
Later that night, I looked at myself in the
mirror. I was wearing my Two Tone Button
Half Placket Sweatshirt, a Black Pants and
white Puma kicks. My 28 inch highlight in
dark brown Straight Lace Front, and no
make up just lip therapy on my lips.
Teddy, called saying he is here I smiled
taking my shoulder fanny pack then walked
out the house.

[IN THE CAR.]

Teddy smiled at me and I looked at him, I
know damn well he wants me to drive.

Me: Teddy, hayi haibo! This is your car and

I should be the passenger.

Teddy: Passenger my ass, mntase can’t

you see ndimhle kanjani?

Me: So I should drive your car, wena you

will be taking selfies for content kwi left
seat?
Teddy: Nqoo!

Me: Mxm fine, only because you looking

cute.

He squealed and we got out the car,

exchanging sides. I buckled up and looked
at him, starting the ignition. Bitch has a
BMW ×3, and it suits him sarna.

Me: So, where to first?

Teddy: We’ll first go eat, then go to the

game arcade and then lastly movies.

Me: I’m going to enjoy this night.

Teddy: Jonga, we’ll make the best out of it!
Ohh check the small cooler bag in the
backseat.

I smiled looking at it, I took it and opened it.

It had Brutal Fruit and Savannah.

Me: Mnk, you prepared for le night?

Teddy: And ke!

Me: Let me take one, just to make my

throat wet!

Teddy: You should try making your throat

wet with sperms ze ndoda, trust me
chomza you will never have a dry throat
again!
Me: Rhaa marn Teddy, tjuu wena!

We laughed as I opened the can of Brutal

Fruit, he took one for himself too. I drank it
while Teddy was yapping and taking
bommerangs or videos of me, sometime
later I drove out the yard. Teddy, always
had a way to make problems zomntu go
away uyi godsent nyani.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up Sunday, feeling great. Last night
was fun, especially at the game arcade I felt
like a little kid at some point all free. I was
busy cleaning around my house, wearing
just a thong and it’s matching bra.

My phone rang and it was, Busi.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Baby girl!

Busi: Hello, dear friend! Unjani?

Me: Ndi right, wena?

Busi: Perfect. I have something to tell you

ke sarna.
Me: I’m all ears babe, what’s up?

Busi: So…I kind of gave Lucky, a second

chance.

Me: Ohh, that is good. I mean he is your

husband and uyamthanda

Busi: I feel like ndi stupid for giving him

another chance.

Me: Trust me, there are a lot of cases

whereby people are stupid in love.

She laughed as I put my phone on

loudspeaker, while cleaning and listening to
her talk and me reply whenever.
Busi: Uzokwenza ntoni today?

Me: I will go visit my father for the day, then

later at night I have somewhere else to be.

Busi: Mmm, I’m bored in this house.

Me: Haibo, kanti where is your husband? I

thought kuthiwa “Sundays are for lovers”.

Busi: He is here, with his friends. Yazi, his

friends freakd me out shame like they are
all intimidating.

Me: Ohh nyani?

Busi: You seem bored.

Me: Because, I hate your husband and his
friends.

Busi: Why? Is it because they are

gangsters.

Me: Well, I have no problem with ama

gintsa as long as they fuck away from me.

Busi: Tjooo, but have you ever imagined

how the Seventh Circle look like?

Me: Handsome devils, obviously very

brutal.

Busi: How I wish just to meet at least one of

them.
I chuckled, only if she knew she is living
with one of them. I told her I got to continue
with my cleaning, we bid our goodbyes and
I continued cleaning my house.

[AT MY FATHER’S HOUSE.]

I was sitting next to sis Babsie on the
couch, while my father was finishing up
cooking the lunch.

Me: Ma, can I ask you something?

Babalwa: Go ahead, baby.

Me: So, there is this guys I was dating.

Babalwa: And what happened to him?

Me: He fucked up, cheated to be specific.

Babalwa: Glad you broke up with him.

Me: That’s the thing, Ma. I broke up with

him, but yena he is obsessed like akafuni
ulahleka.

Babalwa: Those type of guys tend to be

dangerous, tell your father.

Me: No, Ma. I don’t want to drag uTata in

my drama, I will handle uSihle.

She sighed looking at me with worry.

Babalwa: Promise me you will be safe.

Me: You care about my safety?

Babalwa: Of course I care about your

safety, you like a daughter to me now.

I smiled and snuggled her, she giggled

wrapping her arms around me.

Me: I’ve never experienced a mother’s love,

I’m sure you know about my past by now.

Babalwa: I do. Look, I’m not trying to take

your mother’s place in your life but I’m
willing to be the mother you want, if
uyafuna.

Me: What? Of course ndiyafuna, plus my

biological mother is dead to me.
Babalwa: Don’t say that.

Me: No, nyani I’ve been through shit under

her care and she couldn’t even try
protecting me.

Babalwa: I’m sorry.

Me: It’s all okay, I’m just greatful yonke past

yam made me who I am today.

Babalwa: And you should be proud of

yourself.

I smiled and closed my eyes, cuddling with

her. We sat there getting to know each
other more, until my father disturb our
moment.

Tata: Hayibo, why are you guys cuddling

kodwa kushushu?

Me: Why does it seem like you jealous?

Tata: Wena, when are you getting a man?

You busy cuddling my woman.

Babalwa: Hayi, Simphiwe yeka umntana.

I looked at my father smirking, he smiled

and pulled my leg I screamed falling off the
couch. Sis Babsie, was in stitches.

Me: Tjoo, taka Yondi! Why unje?

Tata: Hayi tshini, sundibuza lonto mna.
Kanizotya futhi.

Me: Andifuni kutya kwakho mna anymore.

Tata: Rhaa, uzotya kanti. I will force it down

your throat.

I laughed as he helped me up, I walked to

the dinning area as they followed me. We
sat around the table, sis Babsie blessed the
food before we ate.

Me: So, Ta Spizozo.

Tata: Yondi, ndiyeke nditye in peace.

Me: But I need to know this, just to be on
the look out.

Tata: Thetha.

I cleared my throat and looked at him, he

also looked at me.

Me: What did you do with, Zuko?

Tata: Tshini thiza, kanti you going to ask

me about la mpukane?

Me: I need to know, please.

Tata: Why do you care, if what happened to

him.
Me: Okay at least assure me ndi safe, Taka
Yondi.

Tata: You safe, Yondi ka Tata.

Me: Okay, thank you.

I smiled eating, sis Babsie giggled when I

looked up my father was caressing her
cheek.

Me: Hayini, sanundi bambisa candle.

Babalwa: Xolo nana, your father soloko

unje.

Tata: Ndenziwa yi love, hayi Yondi your

father is a gone guy!
Me: Tsiii wena nantsika.

Tata: Ndithi, oko xa ndimbona moc uBaby

wam ntliziyo yenza thuso phala.

We laughed noBabsie, my father is really

high in love sarna. You should see how he
was looking at Babalwa, she was also a
blushing mess.

Me: I can tell nizoba busy tonight, khona

ozothi “Go deeper”.

Babalwa: Haa Yondi, hayi ke.

My father and I laughed as she looked

down blushing, no marn this woman is
beautiful. Both her and my father deserve
each other, bayi match.
·
·
Later that day, I had to confirm with Busi
about Lucky and his friends whereabouts.
She told me they left four hours ago, to deal
with somethings.

Busi: Why ubuza?

Me: Ingxaki, I wanted to come visit you but

then I remembered that I have to finish off
something.

Busi: Okay, thanks for being my friend.

Me: Thank you for allowing me to be part of
your life.

We bid our goodbyes, I dropped the call

and looked at Bragadier’s house keys
smirking.

Me: Yondi, you sure you want to do this.

I sighed and took the overnight bag I

packed, it had my things. I wonder won’t I
regret making this decision, andizoyiki izinto
rhaa.

[AT BRAGADIER’S HOUSE.]

I walked in with the overnight bag and
closed the door, locking it behind me. Can I
just say indlu yakhe is really a kingdom, the
last time I was here I didn’t care because I
was angry.

I walked to his room and stripped naked,

and took a shower. A while later, I looked at
myself in the mirror and smiled feeling very
sexy in this lingerie. I walked out of his
room, went straight to the cabinet with
whiskey and poured myself some while I
waited for Bragadier to get back. I’m going
to ride the evilness out of him, just hope he
won’t rip me apart because he is huge
down there.
·
·
30 minutes later, the time was 20:30pm and
he got here. I sat on the one couch, sipping
on one of his expensive whiskeys.
Immediately when he walked in the lounge,
his eyes landed on me and he looked
shocked to see me.

Me: Hello, Ezile.

Ezile: Mafungwashe, ungene njani apha?

Me: You gave me your house keys

remember?

Ezile: Yeah, yeah…I remember.

He had his eyes on me, you could tell he

was full of lust. I chuckled and catwalked to
him, I caressed his lips with my thumb as I
stood in front of him.

Me: So, how was your day?

Ezile: Huh…uthini?

I giggled noticing that, he was undressing

me with his eyes. He cleared his throat,
snapping back from his trance.

Me: Yazi, you could always rip it off?

Ezile: Is this some type of temptation?

Me: Ndiyi temptation undijongile kwa mna

moc.

I went behind him and unbuttoned his shirt,

he breathed heavily as my hands came in
contact with his chocolate skin.
Me: Am I allowed to have a bite of this
chocolate?

I completely removed the shirt and kissed

his bare back.

Ezile: Yondi, ndizokutya uhlanye mna.

Don’t go there.

Me: You once said, ufuna kuku apha kum.

So here it is, take it Ezile.

He turned to look at me and pulled me by

my waist, making me feel his erection.

Me: Yabona, you making me lose my

morals?
Ezile: I wish you could lose them everyday,
just for me.

He kissed my lips, and can he has soft and

tasty lips. He picked me up, I wrapped my
legs around his waist as he walked to one
of the couches and laid me there. I moved
my waist under him, feeling horny and wet.

His phone rang, I took it out of his pocket

and gave it to him. I pulled out the kiss as
he gave me a peck and looked down on
me, he was still on top of me. He put the
phone on loudspeaker…

[PHONECALL.]
Ezile: Oledi, ndi busy.

His mom: Vula, silapha phandle.

I looked at him shocked, I quickly removed
him off me with so much struggle of course.
Once he was off me, I hurried to his room
and heard Ezile laugh.

[NARRATED]
Bragadier laughed and dropped the call,
going to open the door for his parents.

Ezile: Bazali, what brings you here?

Taka Ezile: Ntoni, wabatywa kwedini?

He hide his erection with his hands and

chuckled, his father joined him.

Ezile: Hayi Taima, ayonto. Otherwise?

Maka Ezile: We came to congratulate you
for the deal you scored.

Ezile: Anikho serious, why drive so many

kilometers just for that?

Taka Ezile: We actually were at our friends,

so sacinga udlula apha.

Ezile: Okay, ndicela space ndilindiwe zi

ntsula zika Yondi.

Maka Ezile: Yondi is here? Can I meet her?

She asked excited, but Bragadier told her

she will meet Yondi some other time.
Maka Ezile: No, ndizo invade privacy yakho
ke. Phela I want to meet her, since she was
unconscious the last time I saw her.

She pushed pass Bragadier, they chuckled

as she walked to Ezile’s room.

Ezile: Worse unxiba sexy for mna, uYondi.

Taka Ezile: You really like her, huh?

Ezile: Love Taima, love. But I’m afraid to

hurt her.

Taka Ezile: So anijoli?

Ezile shook his head no and his father

chuckled.
Taka Ezile: uWeak, jou mase poes!

He chortled and closed the door, following

his father to the lounge. He looked at his
erection and bit his lower lip, thinking about
Yondi.

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YONDI MNDINI.
So last night, I met Bragadier’s mother.
Tjoo, she is such a forward lady sarna but
nice the fact that she wanted me to meet
her husband, but I dismissed her was just
weird. I woke up in the morning, thank god
I’m not going to work today.

Ezile: Hayi, where are you going?

Me: Home, ndine kwam kaloku.

Ezile: No, stay please.

Me: I can’t Ezile, haibo.

Ezile: So wena, uzondi seduce.a and then

not give me le kumeme yakho?

Me: Morals zam zibuyile, after your parents

disturbed the moment.
He sighed and pulled me to him, I tried
removing myself but he held me tighter.

Me: Ezile, marni!

Ezile: Masilale baby, you sleeping over

here na today.

Me: I still hate you, futhi don’t tell me uba

ndithini.

Ezile: Oksalayo, you sleeping here today

also.

Me: I have work tomorrow marn.

Ezile: Mmm, ndibatyiwe yava?

Me: Mxm, right ubatywe.

Ezile: Kodwa, you are not fair shame. You

make me horny, gqiba undivimbe.

Me: Please tuu, just shut up.

He chuckled and dry humped me, I faked

moans and he groaned.

Ezile: Yabona ke, hayi gimme some.

Me: Asoze, maybe some other time.

Ezile: Let’s sleep.

I closed my eyes, his huge erection was
right on my butt and the feeling of it there
made me horny.

[HOURS LATER.]
We were now sitting in his lounge, with him
half naked drinking whiskey and cleaning
his gun.

Me: Why unje? I want to leave mna.

Ezile: You leaving tomorrow, I will drive you

to your house early.

I sighed, looking at how sexy he looked and

how he flexed his muscles.
Me: Do you have to polish that gun phambi
kwam?

Ezile: Tshini, caba utheni wena?

Me: I hate it, it reminds me of the day you

and your friends killed-

Ezile: Yondi, baby please let us not fight.

Me: I want us to fight, ndifuna ugoduka

marn!

Ezile: You didn’t accomplish what you came

here for, so accomplish it tonight.

Me: Yadika, Bragadier.

He looked at me side smiling then winked, I
rolled my eyes annoyed as he continued
polishing his gun.
·
·
I just stepped out of the ensuite feeling
fresh, Ezile was in his study doing lord
knows what. I was about to lotion my body
when he came in, I looked at him and he bit
his lower lip looking me straight in the eye.

Me: Awuyazi privacy kanene?

Ezile: When it come to you, nope.

Me: I really don’t get why you keeping me

here.
Ezile: Because, I want to spend time with
you.

Me: Mxm.

Ezile: Why are you so sexy?

Me: Andazi nam.

I looked at his bare chest, then looked away

again.

Me: Your tattoos, is there a story behind

them?

Ezile: Ewe, the Jaguar one on my neck

potrates how aggressive and vicious I
become when need to be, or ndicukelwe.
Me: And the wing one?

Ezile: I just found it fascinating, so I wanted

it and did it.

Me: Hmmm.

Ezile: Wena?

Me: Mna ntoni?

Ezile: Come on. The butterfly tattoo on your

lower back?

I sighed as he stood behind me, pulling me

by my waist. We looked at each other
through the mirror, as he waited for me to
tell him the meaning of my tattoo.

Me: It means Faith, Femininity,

Transformation and lastly Freedom.

Ezile: That explains all the details on it.

Me: Plus, it tells a story. I got it after I was

free from-

I stopped talking mid-sentence and turned

to look at him, he looked down on me.

Me: Why am I even talking to you?

Ezile: Because you want to.

Me: I don’t want to talk to you.

Ezile: Really?

Me: Yes, really.

Ezile: Let’s do something else ke,

something magical.

I closed my eyes as he kissed me, I

touched his bare chest and he squeezed
my waist pulling the towel off.

Me: Ezile…hima.

He pulled out the kiss and looked at me,

you could tell by eyes he was horny.
Me: Uhm…I hope this what we about to do,
won’t make you think I don’t hate you.

Ezile: So yavuma utyiwa ngumntu you

hate?

Me: I hate you, not your dick.

Ezile: Oksalayo, I want you.

He smashed his lips on mine again, he

moved his lips to my neck sucking on it as
he picked me up and walk with me to his
bed.

[18SNL]
I breathed heavily and moaned as he ran
his tongue between my pussy lips. I bit my
lower lip rubbing his head, he worked his
tongue on my vagina.

Me: Mmm…Ezile, fuck!

I suppressed my moans by placing my one

hand over my mouth, I tried closing my
thighs but he pushed them apart.

Me: Mmmm…aaaaah.

He pushed his finger inside my vagina

whole, I moved my waist moaning as he
finger fucked me and sucked a bit hard on
my clit. I squealed as he went faster, I threw
my head back feeling the need to cum.

Me: Mmm, Ezile…

Ezile: Citha, baby.

Me: Aaaa…fuck!

I release my juice, curling my toes and

pulling the sheets. He kissed my pussy then
my inner thighs, taking off his pants. Once
he kicked it off I felt his heavy, erected
veiny dick fall on my stomach as he kissed
my lips. I pulled out holding his biceps, he
looked at me and god damn he looked hot.

Me: I’m having doubts, you too big for me.

Ezile: You’ll get used to it, subanje. I will be

gentle, I saw how tiny your hole is uyi
virgin?
Me: What, no!

Ezile: Got me wondering, what was Sihle

doing to you the whole time.

Me: Did you have to mention his fucken

name?

Ezile: Trouble in paradise?

Me: Ezile, yitya kuku or suka phezu kwam.

He chuckled pulling on my lower lip as he

rubbed his dick on my wet pussy.

Me: Condom, iphi condom?

Ezile: You clean moc?

Me: Ewe, that doesn’t mean-

Ezile: Nam ndi clean ke.

He pushed his tip in my tiny hole, I whinced

closing my eyes and breathing heavily.

Ezile: Ndijonge.

I looked at him, he kissed my nose.

Ezile: Ugrand?

Me: Mmm-mmm.
I gasped as he slowly slide in, stretching my
pussy hole.

Ezile: Don’t break eye contact.

Me: Okay, okay.

He groaned and pushed his full length in

one go, I screamed sinking my nails on his
back.

Me: Ezile…ha.ana, wait.

Ezile: Wait yantoni? Kawume baby, ndi

dizzy pussy yakho is tight and warm.
He kissed me grunting and I moaned
between the kiss as he slowly thrust in and
out me.

Ezile: Fuck, babe! Yeses…

The pain I was feeling was starting to

subside, he pushed the rest of his dick in,
pulling out the kiss.

Ezile: Ndijonge.

Me: Ndiku jongile, gqwirha le ndoda.

He chuckled as I looked at him.

Ezile: Ndiyaku ncanywa vha?

Me: Ye wethu, kawunditye yeke uba kwi
feelings.

Ezile: Careful ke, I’m too rough during

umdavazo.

My heart pounded as he gave me that smile

of his, he slid out his dick again and shoved
it in again so deep. I moaned, grabbing the
sheets while he grunt on top of me
pounding the bitch out of me.

He slid out then massaged my clit with his

dick, his other hand twisting on my nipple. I
moaned enjoying the pleasure, he groaned
shoving his dick in me without warning I
moaned in pain because the more he
pushed in the more it became painful.
Me: Ezile, ibuhlungu…

Ezile: Ubuyifuna moc, so handle it.

He shoved the rest of it deeply in me,

grunting in pleasure.

Ezile: Fuck, you mine wena!

He kept pounding and riding me, hitting the

G-spot. I touched his ass pushing him
deeeper in as pleasure kicked in, my eyes
closed as our moans and groans filled the
room.

Ezile: Masijongane xa si citha…fuck!

He said that groaning, I opened my eyes
and he pushed my legs to my chest drilling
me hard. He looked like a mad bull, with
each pound. He let go of one leg and went
even deeper tearing me in the process.

Me: Hmmm… Ezile!

I whimpered in pain, but he didn’t give zero

fucks. He shut me up with a kiss moving his
waist on top of me, going wild tapping the
sensitive spot. I moaned in his mouth as my
knees started to shake, he pulled out the
kiss and groaned in my ear as we both
came.
·
·
He didn’t even give me a chance to
breathe, he picked me up going with me to
his balcony. I held on to the balcony bars,
curving my back as he circled his dick in my
throbbing vagina.

Ezile: Ibuhlungu?

Me: Ewe, but ndizo nyamzela.

I held on tight to the bars as he slid back in

groaning, tapping my sensitive spot as I let
out a squeal.

Ezile: Shit, baby!

Me: Aaaa…fuck!

He fisted my weave as he drilled me so

hard, I found myself rubbing my clit my
vagina throbbing in pain as he kept going
hard. Sometime later we both released, he
made me look at him.

Ezile: Ndizoyi dlakaza le kuku yakho

imnandi, I’m not done with you.

He kissed me and pushed me against the

balcony bars, I kept wondering what if we
fall apha sarna. I moaned between the kiss
as he slid back in slowly, tjoo andina
bhongo lotyiwa ngu Bragadier sarna worse
my vagina is in pain but I’m still letting him
fuck me. Sizofela emanyaleni, struu bob.

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EZILE FANATHI.
Tjooo, kanjani! I found my match guys, I
found Yondi and can I just say I thought I’m
the wild one when it comes to sex but
yena? She is a beast, rhaa uyayitya indoda.

Yondi: Ezile, vuka.

Me: Yintoni? Uright…why are you crying?

Yondi: My vagina is throbbing in pain,

worse I have to go to work.

I sighed and wiped her tears, she sniffed

looking at me.

Yondi: Asoze ndiphinde, ndityiwe nguwe.

Me: I have to disagree, you are for keeps.

Yondi: I’m in pain undi dlakazile, Bragadier.

I burst out laughing, she slowly stood up

and limped to the ensuite. I shook my head
and followed her, I found her brushing her
teeth and I joined her.

Yondi: You know, ndikucaphukela worser

than before.

Me: Nyani?

Yondi: Ewe Ezile, ewe.

She rinsed her mouth and so did I, she was
about to walk to the shower but I held her.

Me: Mamela marn, funeke usele morning

after pills ne?

Yondi: Duh, of course I will.

Me: Good ngoba andifuni ubayi Taima,

mna.

She nod and tried walking away, I pulled

her closer bring her face to mine.

Me: I’m not joking xa ndisithi, ndiyazifela

ngawe.
Yondi: Unfortunately for you, I’m not
interested in love.

Me: Tell me, did lanja Sihle do something?

Yondi: That is none of your business, I

need to shower so uzondi godusa.

Me: Sharp.

I said looking at her squinting, she is

definitely hiding something about la Sihle. I
kissed her lips, she responded but
immediately pulled out.

Me: Really?

Yondi: Ndisayo hlamba.

Me: I will join you, nam I have to get to work
tshonge kuku emnandi.

She chuckled and walked to the shower, we

slept naked after our something rounds
yesterday. As we showered, she went down
on her knees and gave me a super
spectacular blowjob.

Me: Mmm, fuck baby!

She kept pleasuring me with her mouth,

she had me talking gibberish I offload my
sperm in my mouth and she swallowed it
giggling.

Me: Why giggle?

Yondi: I just thought of something while
swallowing your sperms.

Me: Which is?

Yondi: My friend told me, swallowing

sperms yenza umntu ayeke unxanwa.

I chuckled pulling her closer, scrubbing her

back.

Me: Phambene, chomi yakho.

Yondi: Bragadier-

Me: Ndingu Bragadier, kuwe?

Yondi: Ezile, us fucking doesn’t mean
siyajola ke. I still hate you.

Me: I don’t care, uzondi thanda baby.

Ngoba, I love you mna.

Yondi: Uyanya.

I spanked her bare butt cheeks with both

my hands, she squealed biting her lower lip.

Me: Don’t do that.

Yondi: What did I do?

Me: Biting your lower lip, undenza horny.

She laughed and lift her right leg up as she
held on to my shoulder, I chuckled looking
at this freak.

Me: Uyi freak yazi?

Yondi: Kuku yam ibuhlungu ke, be gentle.

Me: I will try.

She pulled my head down kissing me, I

tongue kissed her while rubbing the tip of
my dick up and down her wet vagina. She
moaned in my mouth, making me more
horny and I shoved half my dick inside her
warmth and tightness.

Yondi: Mmmm…Ezile, Ezile ndithe gentle!

Me: Hush baby, I love you.

I push the rest of my dick inside her tiny

hole, and I grunt as she moaned throwing
her head back.

Me: Shit babe, mmmm!

I push her back against the glass and she

moaned preciously, as I gave her deep
thrusts groaning with my eyes closed
enjoying myself.

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××××××

YONDI MNDINI.
I was at work, Ezile didn’t want me to drive
myself home so he dropped me off and
waited for me to get dressed formally then
he drove me to work and of course he got
me the after pills and I drank them in front
of him. I smiled thinking about last night and
this morning, Bragadier knows how to fuck
a woman I literally can still feel his dick
inside me, I was biting on the pen in my
hand.

Teddy: Hello! Earth to you, bitch.

I snapped back to reality and looked at him.

Me: Yhr, ubusithini?

Teddy: Haibo, you’ve been smiling like an

idiot kwenzeka ntoni?
Me: No marn, just thinking.

Teddy: Uhhh, firstly you came to work late

and imoto yakho ayikho kwi parking.

Me: How did you know my car is not there?

You were already in the building ngoku
bendifika.

Teddy: Bitch, I had to go fetch my file and I

noticed.

Me: Ohhh, well moto yam is somewhere.

Teddy: Hhee Yondi, une glow ye dick.

Me: Haaa Teddy, hayike.

Teddy: No, I can see and it looks good on
you.

Me: Well, I got laid izolo and damn it was

out of this world.

Teddy: Bitch yam! Tell me, who is the lucky

guy?

Me: I don’t want to disclose it now, we not a

thing we just happened to fuck.

Teddy: Do I know him?

Mpendulo: Yondi!
I looked at him as he stood there, with his
hands in his pockets.

Me: Mr. Lugalo?

Mpendulo: I would like to see you in my

office, please.

Me: Okay.

He left and I looked at Teddy with

questioning eyes, he shrugged and went
back to doing his work. I stood up and
walked to Mpendulo’s office, he told me to
come in and sit.

Me: Look if this is about the other day-

Mpendulo: No, don’t worry you did the right
thing.

I blew out some air and nod sitting down,

he opened the file and looked at me.

Me: What is this?

Mpendulo: This is a file, Kumkani Tofu

wants you to visit him at his company.

Me: Okay, about what?

Mpendulo: Andikho sure, but I think it’s

about Gcobisa.

Me: I’m not interested in all this, but a girl’s

gotta do what they get paid for.
He nod and cleared his throat, looking at
me.

Mpendulo: I noticed you are limping, you

good?

Me: Me? I’m perfect, like ndi good nyani.

Mpendulo: Okay, so ke hamba ke. Mr. Tofu,

is expecting you.

I nod and stood up, walking to the door.

Bragadier, is dangerous moc am I limping
that much?
·
·
I sigh and looked at the paper with
Kumkani’s number, I called him just to
make sure if he is available now so that I
won’t waist the company’s car petrol.

[PHONECALL.]
The phone rang and he answered on the 4th
ring.

Kumkani: Sho?

Me: Uthetha, noYondi-

Kumkani: Meet me at my house, I will send

you the address.

He dropped the call, why do I have to meet

him at his house? I thought Mpendulo, said
I am meeting Kumkani Tofu at his
company. I waited in the company car for
his text, 5 minutes later I received it and
punched it on the GPS.

[45 MINUTES LATER.]

I was knocking on the door of his mansion,
how rich is this guy? He opened and told
me to come in, I did and he offered me
something to drink but I turned it down.

Me: Thought you told my boss we meeting

at your company?

Kumkani: I had to leave, I was feeling

uneasy.

Me: Okay. What is this interview about?

Kumkani: My company, just ask me
questions ngoba I always want people to
keep updated.

Me: Okay, uhm cool.

I sat on the couch, preparing my stuff as he

poured himself a whiskey and sat down too.
I started the recorder and did my
introductions.

Me: So Mr. Tofu, what are the biggest

challenges the company is facing?

Kumkani: Increasing customer

expectations, sustainability and welcoming
change.

Me: Have any personal goals?

Kumkani: I want a strong relationship with
all my stakeholders, and obviously clear
values in the organization. Distributed and
adaptive leadership.

I nod impressed and dotted everything on

the book, honestly I don’t get the point of
this interview because it doesn’t have that
“oomphf”.

Me: Do you have a hobby outside of work

that helps you a better leader?

Kumkani: Creating and collecting art and I

play golf.

Me: You play golf?

Kumkani: Yes, do you?

Me: Only when I get a chance to.

Kumkani: We should play together

sometime.

Me: I will think about it.

He smiled looking at me and I smiled back

at him.

Me: Back to the interview. What level of

growth do you as a company hope to
achieve in the next 5 years?
Kumkani: We would like to be known
worldwide, plus develop skills and
knowledge.

Me: Uhmm-

Voice: KUMKANI! KUMKANI!

I looked at Kumkani, who was now

clenching his jaws.

Me: Kwenzeka ntoni?

Kumkani: I’m guessing she received the

divorce papers, from my lawyer.

Gcobisa appeared holding a gun, I quickly

stood and so did Kumkani.
Kumkani: Yintoni le uyenzayo?

Gcobisa: You not divorcing me, uyandiva?!

Me: I think that will be the end of our

interview Kumkani, I will leave.

Gcobisa: Awuyi ndawo!

I looked at her, my fear was that she will

mistakenly pull the trigger and kill one of us.

Kumkani: Gcobisa, drop the gun!

Gcobisa: Never! I won’t do lonto, why are

you divorving me?
Kumkani: Asoze nditshate with isifebe mna!

A gunshot fired, I screamed closing my ears

and looked at Kumkani who was now
grunting holding on to his arm. She shot his
arm…

Gcobisa: Shut up! If you divorce me, I will

kill you.

Me: Gcobisa, please torgo if you kill you will

be jailed.

Gcobisa: I will just say it was self defense,

that he was abusing me and paint him as
the monster. Andithi you believed me?
I exhaled because of anger, she is lying
about abuse like it’s something fun to
experience.

Gcobisa: Kumkani, please baby. Don’t

leave me…

Kumkani: Buyela kwi high school lover

yakho and set me free.

Gcobisa: I can’t what will people say?

Kumkani: I don’t care, I would rather die

than be with a toxic person like you.

She screamed and fired to two shots, I

opened my eyes and looked at Kumkani
who was on the floor.
Me: Gcobisa, what have you done?

Gcobisa: It was a mistake! I’m sorry, I’m

sorry.

Me: Call the ambulance marn, don’t just

stand there!

I ran to where Kumkani laid and slap his

face lighty, his breathing was faint and his
pulse was weak.

Me: No! No! Kumkani, hang in there.

Gcobisa, call 911 marn!

Gcobisa: I’m trying, sundi shout.a!

She was pressing her phone with shaking
hands, I performed a CPR on Kumkani
hoping at least it will make a difference and
keep him alive as we wait for the
paramedics.

Me: Don’t die wena, I won’t be witnessing

another death uyandiva?

I did a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, my

hands were covered in blood with some on
my clothes. Yhini this was my favourite
blouse ke worse! Why do I have to get
involved in such mess lately?

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YONDI MNDINI.
The paramedics got here and they took
Kumkani, I don’t know where Gcobisa went
but she definitely ran away. I sighed looking
at the blood in my hands and clothes, then
took my stuff I noticed my voice recorder
was still recording so I switched it off. I had
to drive to work with blood on me since I
was using the company car, and it was still
my working hours.

[AT WORK.]
I walked in the building and everyone was
looking at me, Teddy came to me running
and started touching me while bombarding
me with questions.

Me: Teddy, I said I’m fine njena.

Teddy: That’s bullshit, why do you have so
much blood?

Me: It’s not mine-

Teddy: What do you mean? Yondi, you

killed someone?

I looked at him bored, as he felt my

forehead.

Me: Thokoza! Would you just stop…

Teddy: Noba ungandi biza with my identity

name, tell me what happened.
Me: I will tell you everything, can I first go
and see the boss?

Teddy sighed and hugged me, the rest of

my colleagues looked at us with
questioning eyes I don’t blame them. I
mean ndine gazi on my hands and clothes.
I walked to Mpendulo’s office, he was on a
phone call but as soon as he saw my
blooded self he dropped without even
informing the caller.

Mpendulo: Yondi, what the hell! Uright?

Me: I’m okay, but Kumkani is not.

Mpendulo: Uthini apha kum?

Me: Gcobisa happened…

I told him everything and he looked at me
shocked, I sat down on his office couch
while he sat next to me.

Mpendulo: You just said your voice

recorder was still recording?

Me: Ewe, it was.

Mpendulo: Imagine, thee famous Gcobisa

all over the front page for shooting her
husband.

Me: Hayi, no. We will use that information if

Kumkani says we should.

Mpendulo: But what if he doesn’t make it?

Me: He will make it, I hope so.

Mpendulo: Tjoo, this is real big.

Me: I know, I just hope the hospital informs

his family about him being submitted in the
hospital.

The door opened, Mpendulo and I looked at

who just walked in and it was his wife. She
froze looking at me with her eyes wide
open.

Mrs. L: Oh my goodness Yondi, what

happened to you?!
Me: Nothing, I’m fine. Mr. L, I will see you
ne? I need to go get myself cleaned up.

Mpendulo: Take a day off, I will see you

tomorrow.

I nod and walked pass Mrs. Lugalo, I don’t

have time for her since the day she insulted
me and said I’m fucking her husband.

Teddy: So?

Me: Come over to my house after work, I

can’t tell you here since there are people
with indlebe ezibu khali.

Teddy: Okay, I love you. Uzo hamba

ngantoni?
Me: I will request, sharp I love you too.

I left and stepped out the building,

requesting a uber when it got here the
driver looked at me curiously because of
the blood.
·
·
I was now all fresh, sipping on my wine and
checking some of my emails. There was a
email I was expecting, but it wasn’t here so
I continued checking the others. I drank my
wine and my phone rang, I chuckled seeing
that it was Bragadier.

[PHONECALL.]
I bit my lower lip smiling and answered the
phone.
Me: Bragadier.

Ezile: Ufuna sxabane?

Me: Uyi enemy yam, so I wouldn’t care.

Ezile: What time are you knocking off?

Me: Hayi why? Futhi you told me that, I will

find my car at home afterwork.

Ezile: You at home?

Me: Yes, ndicela moto yam ke.

Ezile: Izoyi thatha apha kwam.

Me: Ezile, ndicela unga-

He dropped the call, fucken shit! I’d rather

be car less, I won’t go back to that devil’s
house so that azonditya. My vagina is still
throbbing with pain, it’s very illegal to have
such big dick. I went back to checking my
emails.

[A WHILE LATER.]
I was stressed, asking myself did Kumkani
make it? I was on my second bottle of wine,
when a knock came through my door.

Me: Fuck off, Ezile!

He banged the door, but I ignored him
andizo vula tuu. My phone rang and it was
him.

Me: Yintoni?

Ezile: Izo vula.

Me: Andifuni, hayi andisoze.

Ezile; Ndiyakucela baby, ohyini.

Me: Never! Ndiyi one nightstand, I

remembered you told me you do one
nightstands.

Ezile: Awuyo one nightstand wena, vula

Yondi.
Me: Andifuni and please bring my car.

Ezile: Yazi wena…ohh hi.

I heard Teddy greeting him back, why did

Teddy have to come now.

Ezile: Chomi yakho, ayifuni vula.

Teddy: Yondi, vula!

I sighed and dropped the call walking to the

door, I opened and looked at them. Ezile,
had his eyes on my like I’m some piece of
meat.

Me: Bragadier, what can I do for you?

Teddy: I will give you two some privacy.
Chomi…

He wiggled his eyebrows giving me a

curious smile, walking in the house. I
looked at Bragadier, he chuckled and tried
touching my face but I slapped his hand
away.

Ezile: Why ke ngoku?

Me: Ufuna ntoni, one nightstand yam?

He chuckled and bit his lower lip, giving me

a seductive look.

Ezile: Awurhaleli move.a in nam?

Me: Tuu, I’m fine kulendlu yam.

Ezile: I’m not fine ke mna, I visted a doctor

today.

Me: So?

Ezile: Wathi, I have a heart problem. It

needs the one I love to always be with me.

Me: Hambo khangela “the one you love” ke.

Ezile: Nguwe njena, yazi Yondi I think about

you noba ndiyanya.

I laughed looking away, tshini lo Guluva.

Me: Hamba, Ezile. Futhi, I need my car.

Ezile: Tshini, go fetch it where you left it.

Me: You told me to leave it kwakho, since

you wanted to be my chauffeur.

Ezile: Ngoku ndithi “go fetch it”, or should I

sell it to my client?

Me: Ngakulinge! That’s my baby, first born

yam.

He chuckled and pulled me to him, I sighed

looking at his tall self.

Ezile: Why u’gorgeous kanje?

Me: Buza ku God.

Ezile: Eissh ndine guarantee,

liyandicaphukela ela niggar.

I giggled rolling my eyes, can’t believe he

just called God “niggar”.

Me: I still hate you, you put me through the

most.

Ezile: Ewe ne? That’s what you get for

snooping around.

I looked away, he has no ounce of regret

for killing people in front of me. Doesn’t
care if I’m traumatized or not, yinja le.
Me: Ndicela uhambe, before I cry.

Ezile: Okay, ndiku thanda nyani

Mafungwashe.

He gave me two pecks, making my clit

throb then he left. I sighed and closed the
door, going to Teddy. I found him helping
himself with my wine.

Teddy: So…

Me: Gcobisa, shot Kumkani-

Teddy: Wait ngaleyo…I want to know

kwenzeka ntoni, between you and
Bragadier.
Me: Nothing, I swear.

Teddy: I will act as if I believe you, there is

surely something happening between you
two.

I chuckled and sat down, telling him about

what went down at Kumkani’s. Oko ekhuza
sarna, it’s unbelievable nyani because
Gcobisa is such a respected woman by a
lot of people.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 42.
BABALWA DILO.
I’m Babalwa, lover to Simphiwe Mndini and
I’m a 43 years old coffee shop owner. I was
once married to my high school lover but
after we lost our son, he threw me out and
divorced me. I hated love until I met
Simphiwe, we met in a very crazy way and I
still laugh at it to this day. When he told me
he has a daughter, I was afraid she
wouldn’t accept me but once I met her we
clicked.

I looked at Simphiwe, as he walked with

breakfast.

Me: Morning, lover.

Simphiwe: Morning, baby. Breakfast in bed

for you, my lover.
Me: Aww, my very own personal chef.

Simphiwe: You know the vibes.

I giggled giving him a kiss as he gave me

the breakfast.

Simphiwe: Ndiyaku thanda ne?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, taka Yondi.

He chuckled, I love how he loves his

daughter. He told me what she’s been
through and it makes my stomach turn, I
would love to be the mother she’s always
wanted if she allows me.

Me: I’m meeting Yondi, today.

Simphiwe: She likes you, I’m glad she
does.

Me: I like her, she is so sweet and kind.

Simphiwe: Ufuze mna kaloku, mayicace.

Me: Haaa, asoze.

He laughed and I ate my breakfast, while

we chat up a storm. I wonder why did he
change his mind from being a chef, but
nonetheless I still get to eat his mean
meals.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
Yondi came to fetch me, I was so excited to
spending this day with her.

Me: Yazi, I’m excited about today?

Yondi: Not nje ngam, I mean soon you will

be my mother phof I already see you as my
mother.

Me: Nyani? I don’t want you to think I’m

liking you because, I’m with your father-

Yondi: Ma, please. Don’t overthink izinto,

let’s just enjoy le bond yethu.

Me: Okay, so siyaphi?

She stole a glance at me smiling, then
looked at the road again. I wonder whose
car she is driving cause this one is not hers.

Yondi: We going to glam you up, ohh I also

booked us to a Spa.

Me: I definitely need a full body massage,

your father knows how to-

Yondi: Hayi, hayi, sis Babsie. I don’t want

you to
Traumatize my poor ears.

Me: Okay xolo. Whose car is this by the

way?

Yondi: Uhmm…
She gave me a side eye and cleared her
throat, I smiled waiting for her to answer.

Yondi: A friend’s car…yeah a friend’s car.

Me: Does he have a penis or vagina?

Yondi: Hayi, sis Babsie!

I laughed and she joined me, she blushed

and exhaled.

Yondi: Yi moto yomnye bhuti and no akayo

boyfriend yam.

Me: But you driving his car?

Yondi: Ezile, nguye ondinikileyo since efuna
ndiyo thatha eyam kwakhe.

Me: Hayi, all I will say is no man will give a

female his car kanti anijoli or akakufuni.

Yondi: I would never date him, uyi type

yena but hayi.

Me: Okay, mna ndijola ne type ke wethu.

Tatakho si snack!

She laughed and I blushed, I’m lucky to

have a man like Simphiwe. He knows how
to take care of a woman.

[AT THE MALL.]

We were at the salon, I was doing my nails
while Yondi kept taking pictures of me
smiling. My hair was done, I did a blonde
frontal weave, I didn’t think it would look this
good on me but Yondi told me it would
compliment my light skin and it really did.
The also laminated my eyebrows, Yondi’s
instructions.

Me: Yondi, wenzani? You’ve been taking

pictures of me oko.

Yondi: Do you blame me? You look super

gorgeous, tata will go crazy.

Phiwe, the nail technician giggled looking at

us.
Phiwe: She is right, umhle nyani. Yondi,
you lucky to have such a young and lovey
mother.

Yondi: I know right? Ndimhle nam, so I

have to make sure mama wam mhle naye.

They kept chatting, I smiled thoughtfully

and happy that she already consider me as
her mother. I was doing Franchise nails,
they weren’t that long.

Me: So, Yondi where to after this?

Yondi: To the Spa, and then lunch after.

Me: I’m so excited about getting le

massage, I really need it.
Yondi: I should get you a voucher, so that
you could go there whenever you feel like it.

I smiled looking at her, she smiled and laid

her head on my shoulder. I feel like she is
going to be a big baby and I don’t mind,
having a daughter was always one of my
wishes. A while later the nail lady was
done, we thanked her after paying and left.
Yondi, was so excited to spend this day
with me and so was I.

Yondi: First, masiyo thatha delivery yakho.

Me: My delivery? I didn’t order anything

njena.

Yondi: Well, I ordered for you come.

She held my hand as we walked in the
store, she spoke to the assistance and they
brought my delivery. I took it and Yondi,
smiled at me.

Me: Yondi, what’s in here?

Yondi: Open it, uzobona.

Me: Ingathi you going to spoil me oko

wena.

Yondi: Ayicace.

I opened the box and it was a Dior female

watch, it was gold in colour. I teared up
looking at her…
Me: Yondi, intle.

Yondi: I’m glad uyayithanda. Take this as a

thank you gift.

Me: For?

Yondi: Being part of my father and I’s life,

you are his happiness and his happiness
means a lot to me.

Me: You going to make me cry.

Yondi: Please don’t. Ta Spizozo, we’ll

murder me for making you cry.
I giggled and she helped me wear the
watch, it was so beautiful and it looked
expensive.

Me: Didn’t this cost you?

Yondi: Not that much, you are worth more.

Me: Enkosi, enkosi kakhulu for excepting

me in your life.

She hugged me and wiped my tears, we left

the store and went to the Spa date. I really
enjoyed myself, we had full body massages
and they even offered us wine and meals
after.
·
·
Later that day, Yondi dropped me off at her
father’s house. I took the things she bought
for him, yazi thanda izinto ezi nice
Simphiwe. I bid my goodbyes to Yondi and
she left, I’m hoping she doesn’t cause an
accident because she was tipsy.

Me: Baby, ndibuyile!

Simphiwe: Ubuye nantoni? Kodwa, Yondi

isn’t fair shame.

Me: Haibo, njani?

Simphiwe: She stole you from me the whole

day, ndi jealous.

I giggled and gave him a kiss, he smiled

looking at me with his bedroom eyes.
Me: These are yours, from Yondi ka
tatakhe.

Simphiwe: Hayike, let’s see what she got

me. How was your day?

Me: It was splendid!

Simphiwe: Futhi umhle uske wayi punkie.

Me: Yandibona, Yondi undifaka ko line.

Simphiwe: Rhaa ngathi funeke ndi lobole

fast, before ezizinja ziku thathe! Phof
banganya!
I giggled and I showed him the watch
Yondi, got me. He smiled admiring it.

Simphiwe: Kodwa Yondi, u’rich. Tshini, ngu

Dior lo sarni.

Me: I know right, ndizoyi nxiba oko.

Simphiwe: Let’s see my things.

He opened his gifts, Mcallan No.6 Dacanter

whiskey, a Cartier watch and Emporio
Armani sunglasses. He was so happy and
that made me happy, he is so lucky to have
a daughter who takes care of him kanje.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

We were sleeping when Simphiwe, woke
me up.

Me: Hayibo, yintoni baby?

Simphiwe: Ndi horny, ndibatyiwe love.

Me: Unjalo ke wena, unjalo.

Simphiwe: Ndinje ngoba I know, you won’t

deny me.

Me: Okay ke. Yenza njee 1, 2 and then

ugqibe.

He chuckled and got on top of me kissing

me, we sleep naked mna naye so it was
easy access for him. He opened my legs,
rubbing my THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 43.
YONDI MNDINI.
I was on my way to work driving a BMW M3
CS, it was one of Bragadier’s cars. Instead
of him giving me my car, he gave me one of
his claiming “I’mama li drive.a moto ye
ndoda ethi lona”. I didn’t mind nam, but I
still want my car sarna maybe I will go take
it Friday.

[AT WORK.]
I parked the car in the parking lot, as soon
as I climed out of it someone pushed me
against it.

Me: Hayi rhaa!

Sihle: Baby, moto kabani le?

Me: Sihle? Ufuna ntoni apha? Uphambene!

I tried pushing him off but he didn’t move,

the fuck is this.

Me: Jonga, I’m too stressed for le kaka

yakho.

Sihle: I can’t stop thinking about you-

Me: Yhey, yhey, suka kum. Theni are you

going to be a problem, since I dumped you?

Sihle: Suyenza lento, I love you.

Me: Suka kum. Security! Security!

I screamed but he quickly covered my

mouth with his hand, I punched his dick and
he groaned bending.

Me: Fuck off, hamba apha swine!

Sihle: Please…

Me: Should I call the cops on you? Ndithi

uyandi stalk.a?

Sihle: Fine, I will go but andika gqibi ngawe.

I’m definitely getting a protection order,

against lo I won’t be living in fear of an
obsessed ex ngenxa yakhe. He walked
away and I sighed taking my belongings
from the backseat, before locking the car.

Voice: OH MY GOSH! Yondi, you have a

new car?

Me: Morning Sibu, and no this car ain’t

mine.

Sibu: Then whose is it?

Me: None of your concern, masambe.

She giggled as we both walked together to

the building, she kept telling me about her
many boyfriends. We got in the building and
went to our working stations, I found Teddy
sitting on his working station.
Me: My Teddy.

Teddy: Bitch, ndiya gowa.

Me: What happened?

Teddy: Andikwazi u’kaka, my anus is

swollen because of Dumisani.

I burst out laughing, I couldn’t help it guys

itjooo shame marn.

Teddy: Yhuu chomi, undizume kabuhlungu

la mfana.

Me: Which one is he?

Teddy: This other yellowbone, sexy hunk.

Me: What happened to, Theo?

Teddy: Mxm lowo, uveske wandidika.

Me: Hhee kumnandi uba nguwe, how do

you find these men?

Teddy: Kwi Pub, yhuu mntase ndiyafa.

Me: I think you should go see a doctor

about your issue, what if you die because of
not shitting?

He laughed so loud clapping his hands,

some of our colleagues curiously looked at
us.
Teddy: Hayisuka! What y’all looking at?
Nithanda indaba gqithi, tshini.

Me: Tshini ke wena, ngoba rude.

Teddy: Hayi andiboyiki kaloku.

Me: So, I’m taking you to the doctor after

work gurl!

Teddy: Tuu kanti, not happening. Andifuni

nobona la Dumisani.

Me: Hhee, tell me about abafana abatya

umntu kuqaqambe indawo.
We high fived laughing, I sat down on my
chair and took out my laptop. Mpendulo,
walked to my working station.

Mpendulo: Yondz, good to see you.

Me: Good to see you. Is everything okay?

Mpendulo: Yeah, just hear to remind you

that you meeting the Captain at the station
today.

Me: I know. When will he stop putting me in

interrogation, because andazi fokol.

Mpendulo: I hope this will be your last visit,

before whoever did whatever to Sindi and
Minnie try getting to you.
Me: Yeah, yeah, uright.

I looked at him, only if he knew I know

these people. He smiled and it was a very
innocent smile.

Me: What now?

Mpendulo: I need a favour from you?

Me: What? Is it work related…

Mpendulo: Of course it is, I need you to find

me a new P.A.

Me: Haibo, andiyo HR mna. Besides, what

happened to Inathi?
Mpendulo: She disappeared in thin air?

Me: Disappeared? She valued her job lowa,

that’s impossible.

Mpendulo: I know right, that is why I’m

doing investigations. I think my wife has
something to do with her disappearance.

I sighed and shook my head looking at him.

Me: If your married dick didn’t “sbwl” her,

you wouldn’t be here.

Mpendulo: Eyyy, suyithetha sarna.

Anyways goodluck for today’s interrogation.
Me: Thanks, let me resume my work.

He nod and left, I hope Mrs. L didn’t do

anything to Inathi because that would be
fucked up. Firstly, Inathi is pregnant and
secondly, it’s not entirely Inathi’s fault that
Mpendulo cheated. I mean he also
deserves a little punishment for being a
dog.
·
·
At the police station, I was taken to the
interrogation room where I found Captain
Thola.

Me: Captain, molo.

Captain: Molo Yondi, sit.

Me: I hope and pray this is my last time
being interrogated.

Captain: If you answer honestly.

I rolled my eyes, sitting opposite him and he

looked at me.

Me: Go ahead, andina mini yonke.

Captain: I like you, you feisty.

Me: Okay, now please begin le

interrogation ndibe noku hamba.

He chuckled shaking his head, opening his

notepad and he clicked his pen looking at
me.
Captain: So, how did you meet Sindi again?

Me: I told you-

Captain: Answer the damn question!

Me: She called me asking me to interview

her regarding, the heist that happened at
the bank.

Captain: And you guys met, unayo

recording or something about the interview
?

Me: Yes, I do.

Captain: The watch…how did it look like?

Me: It was Black and Gold, with “Seventh
Circle” engraved on it.

Captain: And you chose to be quiet about

it?

I looked at this man annoyed, uzondidika lo.

Me: I tried telling her to bring it to the

station, but she refused.

Captain: So ever since that day, you and

Sindi Kuboni have been contacting?

Me: On some days, you want proof of ezo

call too?
Captain: No need. I find it weird that you the
last person she saw.

Me: So, uzama uthini ngam?

Captain: Andazi, wena ucinga ntoni?

I chuckled in honest disbelief, leaning back

on the chair.

Me: She came to my workplace, why uzoba

sure I’m the last to see her?

Captain: Andazi, her family says she is

probably out there with a rich guy enjoying
life.
Me: So ndifuna ntoni apha? Xa esaziwa by
her family si slay queen, esi phila softlife?

Captain: I’m just trying to put 2 and 2,

together.

Me: Umfumene ke lo 4, you looking for?

He looked at me frowning, I stood up in

anger.

Me: Mntu womthetho, if your job is difficult

for you. Don’t go around trying to blame
innocent people, don’t be boring.

Captain: Are you positive uba you

innocent?
Me: Ndi phambene to kill umntu who tried
helping me, nge exposé?

Captain: Okay, sorry for waisting your time-

Me: Yeah whatever, never call me here

again for le kaka ye case. Do your job
properly, and stop pestering me about it!
Rhaa Nxaa, marn tshini!

I walked out the interrogation room, haibo

I’m good at lying rhaa. I would tell the truth
about Sindi and Minnie’s disapperance, but
I don’t want to have those devils called
Seventh Circle on my case. What if they go
after my loved ones?

[4 HOURS LATER.]
I was at work, doing my work when a
delivery guy came in holding a box of roses
with R200 notes wrapped on each rose and
what seemed like a giftbag. I didn’t mind
him, since ndiyazi they not for me.

Unfortunately the cleaning lady, came with

him to me smiling.

Me: Uhm, sorry and then?

Delivery guy: Miss, Yondi Mndini?

Me: That’s me.

Delivery guy: These are for you.

Me: For mna? Okay, who are they from?

He smiled looking at me, I took the
clipboard and signed as my colleagues
looked at me with curiosity. Teddy, was so
curious and excited to find out who they are
from.

Delivery guy: There is a card provided.

I thanked him taking the box of roses and

giftbag, I looked for the note.

Teddy: Hayi mntase, ngubani le ndoda

yakho?

Me: Andina ndoda, mntase tjoo.

I opened the card and read it, it went like
this…

Card: Ndithanda wena mna, plus ne

khumeme yakho emnandi”.

I quickly closed it knowing very well these

are from Bragadier, tjoo le ndoda did he
have to write that? Teddy, grabbed the card
and screamed excited.

Teddy: Bitch, who is this guy?

Me: Uhmm ngomnye bhuti wethu, tjoo

Teddy.

Teddy: Chomi yam, ene khumeme

emnandi!
I laughed looking at him take some few
notes from the roses, ucolwa phi uTeddy
na?

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me wet. I moaned as he slowly slide in me,
he started giving me rough thrust.

Me: Aaa…Simpra!

He moved his waist, grunting with each

thrust. His dick stretching my walls like
always, this man is a freak for his age and I
love ngoku enje.

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INSERT 44.
YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up feeling weird andazi what’s
wrong but I feel weird, so I went on about
my morning routine. A while later, I looked
at myself in the mirror and smiled satisfied
with my look. I was wearing my White Suit
Pants, Striped & Floral Print Slit Sleeve
Shirt and my Ankle Strap Stiletto. My make
up was on point and my weave neatly done,
I sighed and put on the Rolex watch
Bragadier bought me and puffed some
perfume.

My phone rang and it was Bragadier,

wishing me a wonderful day and I obviously
thanked him.
Ezile: So, you enjoy driving moto ye ndoda
yakho?

Me: Ngubani ndoda yam?

Ezile: Ndim obviously.

Me: Just because we exchanged private

parts, ayithi we a thing.

Ezile: Oksalayo, you are mine.

Me: And Friday, ndizo thatha moto yam

kuwe.

Ezile: Sharp. Quick question?

Me: Uhmm, okay ask.

Ezile: La Sihle. What did he do to you?

Me: Can we not talk about him?

Ezile: Okay, for now. But ke we will talk

about it when you here Friday.

Me: I have nothing to talk to you about, ngo

life wam.

Ezile: Sobona, I love you.

I rolled my eyes and dropped the call.

[AT WORK.]
I was busy with my work as usual, when my
phone rang and it was a call that I was
expecting.

Me: Mr. Kiwi, hello.

Mr. Kiwi: Yondi, how are you?

Me: I’m good and you?

Mr. Kiwi: Perfect. I have some good news

for you.

Me: Now that is music to my ears.

I smiled excited knowing very well uzothini,

he chuckled over ther phone.
Mr. Kiwi: Well, the plot you wanted is all
yours.

Me: Wonderdul! So, when can I purchase

the money?

Mr. Kiwi: Is it okay if we meet Friday? So

you can check the plot once again, and see
if you still happy with it?

Me: Of course, I will meet you then.

He told me the time we will meet, I smiled

dropping the call feeling happy. So, I once
saw a available plot months ago and I liked
it. I contacted the owner of it and told him I
would like to buy it, the price of it is R250K
and trust me it is worth that amount. I will
be starting my own business. A Graphic
Designer business, I mean there are
qualified people who are good at designing
out there but they are jobless. So me
starting this business, means that I’m
opening doors for them. I have to tell my
father about this, once the plot is officially
mine.

While I was daydreaming, Anam disturb

me.

Anam: Hey, you all smiles.

Me: I know right.

Anam: I guess you were expecting that call.

Me: You have no idea. So, what can I do for

you?
Anam: Uhm, I was wondering if you could
help me with this story?

Me: What is it about?

Anam: Racism, at this priavte school. I don’t

know how to start it…

Me: Did you go to the school or question

the people who are the race victims?

Anam: No, you think that would be a good

idea?

Me: Ewe. Call the school and ask to

interview the victims of this racism, writing a
story you made up without the person’s
consent could get you in trouble.

Anam: Yazi, you right. Let me go and make

that call now.

I nod smiling, she left and I went back to

work. Teddy, went to his doctor
appointment for his “swollen anus” shame
chomi yam. I have to go and check up on
him, during lunchtime.
·
·
It’s lunchtime and I’m with Teddy, at his
house. I even brought him some lunch and
snacks.

Teddy: Kodwa wena friend, u’rich.

Me: Rich phi, Teddy? Ngoku ndifuna imali
kanje.

Teddy: Hayisuka, you are silently rich and

you not flaunting richness yakho!

I laughed and ate the Calamari and

seasoned fries.

Me: So, when last did you hear from

Liyema?

Teddy: Saturday, she is so stressed lowa

shame.

Me: I called her last night, ndifuna umshaya

nge visit but she is always not available.
Teddy: Do you think she is hiding
something from us?

Me: Something like?

Teddy: Andazi, something njee qha.

Me: If she is, she is probably doing it for a

good reason.

Teddy: Hmmm, okay.

Me: So what did the doctor say?

He laughed and clapped once, eating his

shrimp.
Teddy: Uthe my anus couldn’t handle the
size of the dick so, I should limit from sex
until the swelling is down.

Me: Hope uzo mamela.

Teddy: Mntase, andifuni nombona la

Dumisani tjoo!

I laughed, it’s a first time where Teddy

hates a guy for fucking him. Nam ndikulo
situation ke phof, you know the Bragadier
issue. My phone rang and it was a number
unsaved number, I sighed.

Teddy: Yintoni?

Me: It’s an unsaved number.

Teddy: Okay, phendula kaloku.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered the call, praying it isn’t work
related.

Me: Yondi’s phone, hello?

Voice: Yondi, ndim uKumkani Tofu.

Me: Kumkani? Thank God, you okay.

Uright?

Kumkani: I’m fine, I was wondering if you

could visit me at the hospital today?

Me: Well I will be available afterwork.

Kumkani: Great, ndicela uze ke?

Me: Okay, ndizoza.

Kumkani: See you then, beautiful.

He dropped the call, I smiled feeling like a

burden was taken off my shoulders.

Teddy: And?

Me: It was Kumkani Tofu, uthi he would like

to see me.

Teddy: Okay. How is that fine specie

doing?
Me: Uthe he is fine, yazi Im happy he is
alive.

Teddy: Yeah, Gcobisa is evil rhaa.

Me: Worse ke, she ran away that day. Yazi

la sisi yandi caphukisa, I liked her kanjani
but wayimosha by thinking abuse is
something to lie about.

Teddy: Ufuna chokeslam lowa, and a spin

kick!

I laughed and stayed with him for a few

minutes, I left for work 30 minutes later.
When I got in the building, I stopped seeing
Lucky sitted on my working station.

Me: God help me, ufunani lona ngoku…

I walked to where he was and looked at him
frowning, he smiled at me. I hate him rhaa,
plus neza chom zakhe.

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Lucky: Hello, Mafungwashe.

Me: Ndicela uhambe, before I retaliate.

Lucky: Come on, I thought we are friends

njena.

Me: Andiyo chomi yakho, you devil.

Lucky: Mamela marn, I need your help.

Me: Andifuni, hamba apha.

Lucky: It has to do with Busi.

Me: Utheni uBusi, is she okay?

He chuckled and stood up from my chair,

he pulled my hand and made me sit down
on it. While he sat on my desk, folding his
arms.

Lucky: Ugrand yena, I just want to surprise

her marn so a I need your help.

Me: If I wasn’t friends with Busi, ubuzo cela

bani?
Lucky: Andazi, but you are her friend moc.
So I need uncedo kwakho.

I sighed, I hate him yes. But if it concerns

Busi, I will consider helping him.

Me: Ufuna ntoni?

Lucky: I want to propose to her-

Me: I thought y’all are married already?

Lucky: Traditionally, yes.

Me: Ohh, so what’s the plan?

Lucky: I’m booking a resturant and I will

invite friends and our parents, then you
come with her to the resturant and I will
take it from there.

Me: So ndi invited? I don’t want to be

around you and your friends.

Lucky: You doing thia for Busi, you her first

ever friend and she would be honoured if
you be there.

I sighed because of this type of blackmail or

whatever.

Me: Fine! I will be there, for the sake of

Busi.

Lucky: Enkosi. I will tell you when all this

we’ll happen.
Me: I’m not giving you my number, so we
will communicate via Email.

Lucky: I have numbered yakho,

Mafungwashe.

Me: Bloody gintsa, I hate you nyani.

He chuckled and thanked me before

leaving, I sighed biting my lower lip then
shook my head. I resumed with my work
and yeah.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

I got to the hospital and went to the
receptionist, I told her I’m here for Kumkani
Tofu and she told me his ward. I walked to
the ward and found him laying on his bed, I
knocked and he smiled at me. I closed the
ward door then walked to his bed side
smiling.

Me: Hey.

Kumkani: Hey, uright?

Me: I’m supposed to be asking you that.

He chuckled and we shared a small laugh, I

held his hand and looked at him.

Kumkani: Help me sit up comfortably.

Me: Okay, so unjani?

I asked again and helped him sit
comfortably on the hospital bed, adjusting
his pillows.

Kumkani: Ndiright, just in pain.

Me: Want me to call the doctor?

Kumkani: No, no. You don’t have to, I want

to talk to you.

Me: Okay, you comfortable?

Kumkani: Yes, yes I am enkosi.

I sat down on the chair next to the bed and

looked at him, he closed his eyes sighing
and opened them again.
Kumkani: I’m sorry about what went down
that day.

Me: No, it’s okay. It’s not like you knew it

was going to happen anyways.

Kumkani: Still I can’t help but feel like, I’m

part of your trauma of what Gcobisa did.

Me: I’m okay now.

Kumkani: I think I heard you say that day,

you can’t handle another death.

I looked at him, fuck no marn tjoo now I

have to explain that. Let me lie.
Me: Me? Hayi, I didn’t say that inoba your
conscious were playing with you.

Kumkani: Maybe. Yazi, Gcobisa is going to

pay for what she did.

Me: Pay how?

Kumkani: I’m getting her arrested obviously,

but she first has to sign those damn divorce
papers!

Me: Okay, calm down. Look I can help you,

in case she tries lying on your name.

Kumkani: How so?

Me: I have proof she did it, my recorder was
still on when every transpired.

He looked at me smiling and I nod giving

him a side smile.

Me: You could always use it against her at

as proof.

Kumkani: I want her in jail. She tried ruining

my life and tried killing me.

Me: I will support you in whatever decision

you take, I mean she tried lying about
abuse and that repulse me to the core.

We kept chatting about this, until he

changed the topic.
Kumkani: So, you told me you play golf.

Me: Yeah, when I get a chance to.

Kumkani: So would you like to be my golf

buddy?

Me: I will think about it.

Kumkani: Cool, I hope we could be friends

along the way.

Me: You want to be my friend?

Kumkani: Ewe, is that okay with you?

Me: Not really. I mean males who ask to be
a females friend, end up wanting to be
more than friends.

Kumkani: Yondi, if I wanted to be more than

friends I was going to give you a clue from
the get go.

I gave him the side eye, amadoda ane

tricks bethu. Ndithi they have magics, they
are dangerous.

Me: I don’t believe you, kaloku men have

magics.

He chuckled and looked up, before looking

at me again.
Kumkani: I mean you every mens dream,
but I swear I just want to be friends.

Me: Hmmm, hayi sizobona wethu.

He smiled and held my hand, someone

cleared their throat and it was the doctor.

Doc: Sorry to disturb.

Me: No, actually I was on my way out.

I stood up and hugged Kumkani, then

walked pass the doctor.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 45.
TEDDY GXAKA.
Okay bethu, I’m Thokoza Gxaka also
known as Teddy. I’m a full time gay, a
proud one at that. The type of gay who likes
wearing dresses, heels, make up and
weaves bhabha. I’m 24 years old and a
journalist.

I was at home, just got back from work and

I’m so tired. My phone rang and it was
Dumisani, I ignored it and went about my
business. Dumisani is this guy I met at the
Pub, he approached me and obviously my
horny ass went home with him and he
fucked my ass till it got swollen.
·
·
1 hour later…I was now only in my night
gown, cooking dinner in my kitchen. When
someone cleared his throat, I quickly turned
to look at this person.

Me: Dumisani! Ufuna ntoni apha and how

the hell did you get in?

Dumisani: Your door was unlocked, baby

why are you so careless?

Me: Did you just call me “baby”?

Dumisani: Ewe, we dating mna nawe.

Me: No we are not. Andifuni nokubona

because you left my anus swollen.
Dumisani: Ndicela uyi pholisa?

Me: No, hell to the fucken no! The doctor

gave me restrictions that “no dick” until I
heal.

He chuckled coming close to me, I moved

back and now I was trapped between him
and the sink cupboard.

Me: Please leave.

Dumisani: Okay, I will. Only if you promise

to go on a date with me.

Me: Fine, but hamba.

He turned off my stove and gave me a kiss,
I responded and he rub his cock on my
thigh. I pulled out and gave him a smile.

Me: How about we go to my room?

Dumisani: You sure? I don’t want to hurt

you.

Me: Shhh. I’m a big girl, I will handle it.

I push him away from me and walked to the

direction of my room, he followed me and
spanked my ass. I have big ass, and that is
what attract most of the guys but nam ndiyi
yellowbone and ndimhle sarna.

[18SNL.]
We kissed as he took off my gown and I
undressed him, he pulled me and bend me
over the bed eating my ass up.

Me: Mmm…Dumi, aaaa yes.

I moaned as he penetrated my ass with his

tongue, biting on my butt cheeks. He then
moved and kneeled on the bed in front of
me and his cock had his pre-cum dripping
on it, I stroked it and I took his entire dick in
my mouth sucking him. After about 5
minutes, he fucked my mouth deep
throating me as I gagged. I knew that he is
about to cum, I could tell by his grunts and
he really did, he came in my mouth and I
swallowed.

Dumisani: You sure I won’t hurt you?

Me: No, just be gentle ne?

Dumisani: Okay, baby.

He laid on his back and told me to lay with

my back on top of him, I did and I felt him
rub the tip of his manhood on my anus. He
pushed it slowly in, I whinced and curled my
toes.

Dumisani: Teddy, you sure I won’t hurt

you?

Me: Just fuck me, seyingenile moc.

He kissed my neck, I tried relaxing and he

pushed the rest of it in making me gasp.
Me: Aaarg…fuck!

He gave me slow thrusts and it was not that

painful, just hope the swell won’t get worse.
I also moved my waist to his rhythm, he
was grunting in my ear while I moaned
enjoying.

[FOLLOWING DAY.]
I looked at Dumisani smiling, he was still
sleeping and mhle lomntu. He was really
gentle with me last night and it was a good
feeling, I nibble his lower lip and he smiled.

Me: Vuka, I have to prepare for work. As for

you, funeke uye emsebenzini nawe.
Dumisani: Couldn’t you wake me up nge
kiss?

I sighed and looked at him, he opened his

eyez and looked at me. He tackled me and
kissed my lips, I wrap my one leg on his
waist as he got on top of me. He pulled out
and gave me a peck.

Dumisani: Teddy, are we still going on that

date?

Me: Yeah, if wena you still want.

Dumisani: Of course I do. Yazi, I really like

you.

Me: I thought you hiding your sexuality.

Dumisani: Yes ndi bisexual, and no one
knows that but would you date me?

Me: Can we talk about this during the date?

It sounds like an interesting topic apha kum.

His smirked and I wrapped my arms around

his neck smiling.

Dumisani: Whatever you want, we will talk

about it then ke.

Me: Cool. Now, go home and prepare for

work.

Dumisani: Can’t I just cuddle you for at

least 30 minutes?
Me: No, I can’t be late for work.

Dumisani: Okay. Okwe kiss at least?

I blushed and pulled his face to mine, giving

him a passionate kiss. We pulled out
seconds later and smiled at each other, he
got off bed and wore his clothes while I
made my bed.
·
·
I was at work, typing one of the stories
when I noticed Yondi talking to one of our
colleagues. She looked really great in her
Maroon Women’s Suit, Nude heels and her
make up and hair on point as always.
Yondi, is very neat guys and I like her
fashion sense. She came to me and gave
me a Starbucks coffee, I thanked her and
she sat down.

Me: Looking smart like always.

Yondi: I’m always in my pretty bitch erra.

Me: Yaas bitch, that’s the spirit.

We shared a laugh and high fived, I love

her so much she is my type of vibe.

Me: I broke the doctor’s restriction last

night.

Yondi: Teddy! Yhoo, awuva shame.

Me: I couldn’t help it worse dick yala mfana
inkulu and nice, but he was gentle last
night.

Yondi: Uzofela emanyaleni, phof let me not

judge you.

Me: He even asked me out on a date.

She smiled at me wiggling my eyebrows, I

smiled back at her.

Me: Asijoli, but undibiza “baby” and that

feels good.

Yondi: Hayike, let’s hope he is your

soulmate.
Me: The only problem with him is ukwi
closet.

Yondi: Who still hide their sexuality these

days?

Me: Exactly what I would like to know.

We chat for a while and got back to doing

our work. 4 hours 30 minutes later, I
submitted my work to my boss then Yondi
and I went to the mall for my lunch. We
went to Wimpy for lunch…

Me: Yhuu, andilambe andazi what to order.

Yondi: I’m hungry too and thirst obviously.

Me: Funa wines?

Yondi: Nah, ndifuna Ice coffee babes.

Me: Ngaske ndisele okwe Savvie, qha it’s

still working hours.

The waitress came and took our orders.

Yondi ordered Ribs and Chicken wings plus
fries, not to forget her Ice coffee. I ordered
a Chicken Wing Platter and Sprite coldrink.
The waitress left after taking our orders, I
looked at the door and Amyoli walked in
with this other female.

Me: Nanko uK wakho.

Yondi: Bani lowo ke?

Me: Amyoli, seems like she is coming this
way.

Yondi: Just don’t entertain her, mntase.

Zumyeke athetha alone if she coming to us.
Amyoli really got to our table, Yondi took
one of the toothpicks on the table and
chewed on it while I got myself busy with
my phone.

Amyoli: Yondi, did you know that I’m

pregnant? And guess what?

Yondi just ignored her, she was so chilled

sarna and once Yondi is calm she is calm.

Amyoli: It’s Sihle’s unborn baby, ndi sure

it’s a boy.
Amyoli’s friend: Chomi let’s go, it’s sure as
day she doesn’t care about you or your
presence.

Amyoli: Fine. Kodwa Yondi, just stay away

from uSihle wam. Uthi mna la bhuti, and I
will make sure to invite you to our wedding.

Yondi and I looked at each other and we

burst out laughing. Amyoli and her friend
looked at us confused, so le bitch thinks a
man will stay because of a child? Same guy
who still comes knocking at my friends door
and beg her, sies abanyo sisi abazi thandi.

Me: Jonga, votsek apha. We want to eat

our lunch in peace, lunch esiyi thenge nge
mali yethu not eyamadoda.
They left after Amyoli tried getting under
Yondi’s skin, but Yondi ignored her
dismally.

Me: Bitch, hayi your calmness! Where do

you buy it?

Yondi: It comes naturally, ayi thengiswa.

I looked at her smiling, our lunch came and

we dug in. I love how Yondi, maturely
handles situations sarna. She is the woman
she thinks she is, grace and all that.

[LATER THE SAME NIGHT.]

I looked at Dumisani, as the bright lights of
the resturant shined on his caramel skin.
Me: So, since you in the closet awuna ntloni
to be seen dinning with me?

Dumisani: What’s wrong with you?

Me: I’m a proud gay, so think for yourself.

He held my hand over the table and I drank

the wine in the glass, looking at him.

Dumisani: Teddy, I love you kakhulu futhi.

Meaning I don’t want to hide you from the
world once we date-

Me: Wait…what?

Dumisani: I love-
Me: Hima not that. Jonga, I don’t want you
to be with me if it will make you do
something you not ready to show.

Dumisani: Something like what?

Me: You coming out of the closet. Trust me,

abantu bazo thetha izinto ezi weird ngawe
once you come out.

Dumisani: Fuck people! I want to be with

you, love you freely and not in the hide.

Me: Mmm, ask me kakuhle ke.

Dumisani: Haibo, hayike I thought you just

heard how I feel about you.
Me: Kaloku, ndifuna ukuva undicela to be
yours.

Dumisani: Okay. Teddy, baby…please be

mine and mine alone.

I smiled looking at him, I love to make ama

dyan beg shame and that’s what I will do to
him.

Me: No, andifuni.

Dumisani: Haibo, haibo. Why?

Me: Because mna, I love dick. Ndi

dickmatized sana. And ke ngoku I want you
to prove uba you worthy to have this
gorgeous Teddy bear, all to yourself.

Dumisani: Yi challenge le? Because if it is,

I’m definitely going to beat you at your own
game.

Me: Hmmm, as we wait and see…

We clicked our glasses, I love me some

men who would go through all challenges
just for love.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 46.
YONDI MNDINI.
It is Friday afternoon and I’m driving to
meet Mr. Kiwi, the plot seller. I was so
happy, jamming to that song “ASIWAJU” by
Ruger. Once I got to the location, I step out
the car and fixed my blazer walking to
where Mr. Kiwi stood.

Mr. Kiwi: Aaa! If it isn’t the gorgeous, Yondi

Mndini.

Me: The one and only, hello.

We shared a brief hug, he looked at me and

gave me a wide smile and I smiled too.

Mr. Kiwi: So, how are you feeling?

Me: Good, excited and you?

Mr. Kiwi: Happy that I will be getting money,

you know how money makes the world
happy.

Me: Yeah, so this will be officially mine from

today.

Mr. Kiwi: All yours.

I looked at clapped my hands together and

he gave me the agreement to sign. I read
through them just to double check he is not
double crossing me, although my lawyer
confirmed it with me they were legit. Well I
asked Mr. Kiwi, to send them to my lawyer
via email so my Lawyer could go through
them, I mean people get scammed these
days.

Mr. Kiwi: I like how cautious you are.

Me: I have to be cautious, imagine being

scammed.

Mr. Kiwi: I was once scammed and trust me

it’s not nice, wouldn’t even wish it upon my
biggest enemy.

Me: Yeah, right. Borrow me your pen?

I took it from his chest pocket and gave him

a smile, he chuckled. Once I saw the
papers are legit, I signed them I and wrote
down a cheque of R250K and gave it to
him.
Mr. Kiwi: Congratulations Yondi, you
officially own this whole land.

Me: I might be purchasing another one

soon, so this is not our last time meeting.

Mr. Kiwi: I will keep that in mind. Thank you

for your support.

Me: You welcome.

I officially own a piece of land, ndi proud of

myself.
·
·
I visited my father at his company, he owns
a Architecture company and a mine. He
also has shares in different companies, rich
lo tata sarna.

Me: Taka Yondi.

Tata: Yondi ka tatakhe.

Me: I have some good news to share with

you.

Tata: Utheni, ufumene indoda?

I giggled and looked at him as he smiled at

me leaning on his office chair.

Me: Hayi, something more.

Tata: Thetha kaloku, sanalwam.

Me: So, ndiyi owner of a land.

Tata: Hayi! Uthini apha kum?

I told him everything, what kind of business

I will start and he stood up and did a Nay-
nay.

Tata: Ithini leya, yi Dub?

Me: Yi DAB, tata.

I laughed as he did the dab and the

pouncing cat dance, he was really happy
the smile on his face was priceless.
Tata: Mntanam, I’m happy for you ndi proud
yandiva?

Me: I intend to make you the proudest

father, I love you.

Tata: I love you too, you deserve the

biggest gift for this accomplishment.

Me: Maybe a trip to somewhere far.

Tata: Or a car, I’m definitely getting you a

car.

Me: Tata-

Tata: Nope, you won’t talk me out of it.

I smiled shaking my head, he tried buying
me my first car but I refused because I
wanted to buy it with my hard earned
money. So, maybe I should let him buy me
this one ke.

Me: Fine. Kodwa did you have to tell me

what the gift will be?

Tata: Hayi wethu, ndithe “gift” not “surprise

gift”.

Me: Ayikho difference moc.

Tata: Oksalayo. Yazi, I’m so proud of you.

Not everyone in your age get to be this
lucky.
Me: Yayazi kaloku, when I tell myself
ndifuna something. I make sure uba ndiyayi
fumana.

Tata: Fuze uyihlo, kwedini!

I laughed and he joined me, aarg I would

trade my life for my father sarna.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
It’s around 16:00pm in the afternoon, I was
with Busi in this club drinking alcohol.

Me: Ndi tipsy, I don’t want to be drunk

because le moto ndiyi qhubayo is not mine.

Busi: I know that car from somewhere, mind

if I guess?
Me: Yeka bani?

Busi: Bragadier, am I lying?

I looked at her, I forgot she knew him since

Lucky and him are friends. I gulped my shot
and bit the lemon, before looking at her.

Me: You right, before you bombard me with

questions mna naye are not dating.

Busi: Hayi, that guy is selfish ngezinto

zakhe. So, how did you manage to get his
car?

Me: It’s a long story, I’d rather not talk about

it.
Ndifuna celebrate.a ngoku, let’s make a
toast?

Busi: Okay, let’s do this!

She clapped her hands excited and took

one of the shots, ready to toast.

Me: To success, independency and more!

Busi: CHEERS!

We clicked the small glasses and drank our

shots, I’m sad Liyema and Teddy couldn’t
come because…Teddy ukwi dick
appointment and Liyema, is with her
daughter.
Me: So, how are things betwren you and
Lucky?

Busi: Good, but ndiyoyika ulala naye.

Me: Hayi, why?

Busi: You know the issue, ndiyi frozen

chicken.

Me: Teddy and I gave you sex lessons,

futhi why did we stop those lessons?

Busi: Because we are all busy with work.

Me: Mntase, Saturdays ziba khona ne

Sundays.
Busi: Sundays are for lovers.

I laughed looking at this gone girl, tshini

bethu.

Me: Okay ke, so xa efuna sex nge lovers

day yenu. Uzothini?

Busi: Uhmm…yazi, I never thought about

that.

Me: See! For now, give him the pussy and

do the positions we taught you.

Busi: Well, excluding the Doggy style. Hayi,

that one is not for me shame!
Me: Yonqena ingxaki, break your back for
umnyeni wakho!

We shared a laugh and drank more, when

we were tipsy enough we left the club. I
drove to Ezile’s house, I need him to give
me my car sarna I miss it.
·
·
I was now knocking on his door, he opened
the door and looked at me.

Me: Uhm..hey big guy.

Ezile: Ikwa ndim “big guy”?

Me: Not you, your dick marn.

I walked in, y’all know moc xa umntu ethe
futhu they become brave. Bragadier
chuckled and closed the door, locking it.

Me: Ye sarna, don’t lock ndizo thatha moto

yam.

Ezile: Baby, unxilile?

Me: No, ina take your car keys.

I threw them to him and he catched them, I

stared at him waiting.

Ezile: Yintoni?

Me: I’m waitingm for you to give me, my car

keys.
Ezile: You sleeping over, I won’t allow you
to drive uno tywala kwi system.

Me: But andikho drunk.

Ezile: Oksalayo, you will be breaking the

law. Izinto zoku break.a law, leave them to
me.

I rolled my eyes and walked to his lounge,

he followed me and hugged me from
behind. I could feel his erection on my ass,
my heart pounded and I cleared my throat.

Me: Suka, let me sit down.

Ezile: Yhr hlala, we have to talk mna nawe.

Me: About what?

Ezile: Ela gumla lakho, uSihle.

I wanted to laugh at the fact that he called

him “iGumla”, but I didn’t. I sat down on the
couch and he sat next to me and helped me
remove my heels.

Me: Didn’t I tell you andifuni uthetha ngo,

Sihle?

Ezile: You did, but we have to.

Me: Why? I don’t talk about my ex’s.

Ezile: You will talk about this one.

Me: Fine. Ufuna ukwazi ntoni?

Ezile: What did he do to you?

Me: Undenze fool, he cheated on me and I

broke up with him same time.

He sighed and looked at me, kissing my

feet before placing them on his laps.

Ezile: So, he hurt you. Remember ndathi I

will kill those who hurt you?

Me: Don’t you dare, besides andikho hurt.

Ezile: Mafungwashe, don’t-

Me: Yazi I’m hungry, can we order in?

He chuckled and told me to go ahead, I

ordered us some dinner online and we
waited for it. 30 minutes later, it was
delivered and we ate dinner in peace. A
while later, we were done and I threw away
the takeaways.

Ezile: Yazi, umhle baby.

Me: Nyani? Ubonile ndinxibe la Rolex

yakho.

I showed him my wrist and he smiled before

looking at me, I chuckled.

Me: You should smile more, you too

intimidating with your serious face.
Ezile: I only smile with my friends, family
and you.

Me: Caba ndi special ngantoni nam? To fit

in the category…

Ezile: Ungu baby wam, ndiku thanda ukufa.

Me: Mxm, I won’t be played by enye

indoda.

Ezile: Don’t you want us to take a night

swim?

Me: I would love that, plus le night weather

iyavuma.
I stood up and followed him to his room, we
stripped naked. Well, I was just in my lace
thong and it’s matching bra while Ezile wore
his Calvin Klein undies.

Me: Can I ask?

Ezile: Yeah, ungabuzi kaka kodwa.

Me: Are you in a relationship?

Ezile: No, andikho kwi relationship.

Me: Good because andifuni ukulwa with

another female ngenxa ye ndoda.

Ezile: Pholas, I love you.

I sighed and walked out the room after
wrapping a towel around my body, he
followed me and walked to his alcohol
cabinet and came back with wine and
whiskey.

Ezile: Iza ne glass, baby.

Me: Ziphi?

He told me and I went to fetch them, we

walked to where his pool was and I got in.
He sat on the base of it and opened the
wine for me, pouring it in the glass.

Ezile: Nxila ne ndoda yakho, baby.

I chuckled and watched him pour himself a
glass of whiskey, we clicked our glasses
and drank over a nice chat.

[MINUTES LATER.]
He was now also in the pool, not so far from
me and we were both still drinking laughing
and joking around.

Me: Yazi, intle indlu yakho no cap.

Ezile: It needs a touch of a woman.

Me: Then why don’t you find one? I mean

any female would be happy to get that
honour.
Ezile: I want it to have your touch,
Mafungwashe.

I look at him as he swam to me, he

cornered me and we stared each othe in
the eyes. My heart was pounding because
of his touch, shit lo bhuti.

Ezile: Sowusuka utyiwa kwi pool?

Me: Want us to try lonto?

Ezile: I want to try a lot with you, only if you

give me a chance.

Me: Ezile, I-
Ezile: Shhh…at the end you and me belong
together, Mafungwashe.

My heart raced as he kissed me, I moaned

in his mouth as he unclipped my bra and
removed it. He left my lips and sucked hard
on my nipple, I bit my lower lip moaning
tilting my head with my eyes closed.

Ezile: So, uzondivuma nini?

Me: Are you trying to sex manipulate me?

Ezile: Maybe, ndicela khumeme yakho

emnandi?

Me: Yi thathe, Guluva.

He chuckled and kissed my lips, lifting me
up and sat me on the base of the pool. He
was still in the water, his head between my
legs removing my thong with his teeth.
TRUST ME IT WAS A SEXY SIGHT TO
SEE! Once my thong was off, he kissed my
inner thighs pulling me closer as he
wrapped my legs around his neck while he
ate me up hard. His tongue doing magic in
pussy my as I moaned and balanced myself
with one hand touching the pool base, the
other pushing his head deeper as he ate
me up good.

Me: Aaaa! Ezile…

I said feeling breathless, I squealed as his

bit my clit gently. 5 minutes later I curled my
toes, feeling the need to cum.
Me: Aaaa…I’m about to cum.

He held my hips, pulling me closer and

going hard on his muff game. I squealed
and released my orgasms, he didn’t stop
eating me up.

Me: Mmmm, Ezile…fuck!

I laid on my back, squeezing my breast

feeling the intensifying pleasure. I didn’t
know what to do with myself, I cum twice
again and he pulled my one leg. I was now
in the pool with him, he bit my lower lip and
looked at me as he slowly slid his dick in
my vagina groaning.

Ezile: Shit baby!

Me: Aaa…mmmm yes.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he

fucked me hard. I was bouncing on his dick,
the water making those splashing sounds
and my moans with his groans filling the
place.

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INSERT 47.
YONDI MNDINI.

[2 months later.]
I’m single and happy sarna, I’ve always
been happy but now I’m happier. I mean
there’s a good dick that fucks me, and that
is Bragadier’s dick. We not dating but we
fuck when we feel like fucking, dick yala
bloody Guluva is nice shame.

It’s Saturday morning and I’m babysitting

Iphemna, Liyema’s daughter. Apparently
Liyema had to go somewhere to sort out
something, mna as the best aunty I was
delighted to babysit this beautiful angel.

Me: Ncanca baby, ina awufuni?

I said that to baby Iphemna, she kept biting

the nip of her bottle instead of sucking it.

Me: Aike, andidlali nawe mna.

She made baby sounds and I giggled,
removing the bottle from her mouth and
kissing her cute lips. My door opened and
closed, I heard Teddy and Busi talking then
they appeared in the lounge. Carrying
pastics, I carefully held Iphemna in my arms
and smiled at my friends.

Me: Bangani bam.

Teddy: Hello babes, unjani?

Me: I’m good and you ladies?

Busi: Standard. How is this cutie doing?

Aww you would make a adorable mother.

Me: I know right. Otherwise, baby Iphe is

good. Wanna hold her?
Busi: Thought you would never ask.

She put the plastics on the floor, then ran to

wash her hands in the kitchen first. I looked
at Teddy and he didn’t seem fine.

Me: Ted, you good?

Teddy: Not really, ndiya gowa chomi!

Me: What’s wrong?

Busi came back and took the baby, I looked

at Teddy take out a bottle of wine in one of
the plastics.
Me: Nizondi rhalisela? Knowing very well I
won’t be able to drink, because I’m
babysitting.

Busi: Uzorhala uyeke, tshini.

Teddy: And ke! Tshini, siya gowa

thina…yazi amadoda Yondi baby.

Me: Atheni?

Teddy: Those people are unpredictable,

tjooo yabona uDumisani!

He opened the bottle of wine and I quickly

brought him and Busi wine glasses, he
thanked me before taking it and poured
himself a glass of wine and gave Busi the
bottle.
Busi: Ina nanku baby, mntase.

I took the baby and sat down with her, she

was sucking on her pacifier. Why are
babies so adorable nina?

Me: So uthi Dumisani, wenzeni?

Teddy: Itshatile lanjan, hayibo!

Me&Busi: Hayi suxoka!

Teddy: Struu nazi, he has a wife. Lo wife

ngu farm julia, so now she is back and
u’busy annoying me as if I knew indoda
yakhe itshatile.
Me: Sies, men are so andazi marn-

Busi: They disgusting, vile yhey zonke

ezinto zimbi!

Teddy: Can you imagine, the wife is busy

crying to me asking me to tell her which
perfume I use. She even want to dress like
me!

Me: Hayibo! Why?

Teddy: Kaloku, she believes if she would

look like me. Dumisani, would leave me and
be with her alone.

Busi: So wena? You still with Dumisani…

Teddy: I tried breaking up with him, but la
bhutiza is deep in love with me.
AKALAHLEKI!

Me: Tjooo, hayi sarna ngeke tjoo.

We kept chatting ke, Iphemna was asleep

in my arms. I kept caressing her baby hair,
here and there while my friends and I kept
the conversation.
·
·
Latet that day, the ladies left and I was left
with the baby. She was all changed,
wearing a light purple Rompie and it’s
matching beanie.

Me: Umhle Angel, yazibona?

She coed as I gave her the bottle, she
sucked on it and I smiled admiring her
overload cuteness. There was a knock on
the door, I told myself I will ignore the
person since I’m feeding the child.

Me: Shh ne? Ignore lomntu wena, Angel.

The knock kept going, then my phone rang

and I answered it seeing that it was
Bragadier.

Me: Guluva, otya le pussy yam.

He chuckled, I smiled putting the phone on

loudspeaker.

Me: Ukhala ngani?

Ezile: Ndicela undivulele, I’m drunk and I
need your cuddles.

Me: Cuddles? Guluva onjani ofuna

cuddles…

Ezile: Vula marn, oyhini.

Me: I’m babysitting apha-

Ezile: Should I shoot this door open?

Me: No, hayi don’t tshini. Ndiyeza.

Ezile: Okay baby, kawuleza.

I dropped the call and slowly stood up with
the baby, going to open for Bragadier. I
opened the door and he smiled looking at
me, he frowned looking at the baby.

Me: Why are you frowning at the baby?

Ezile: Ngu tikoloshe waphi lo?

Me: No you didn’t. You didn’t just call

umntana “tikoloshe”.

Ezile: I did rhaa, kawuze ndithi see.

He came in and closed the door and

peeked at baby Iphemna, the baby was
looking at me sucking on her bottle.
Ezile: Tshini, why is she ignoring me?

Me: I would too, if you insult me and call me

ngo “tikoloshe”.

He chuckled and hugged me from behind

as we walked to my lounge, he kept kissing
my neck and groaning.

Ezile: Yazi, unuka kamnandi.

Me: I know right. So wena oko xa unxilile

uzoza kum?

Ezile: Kaloku uyi safe space yam, khona

undivuma nini?

Me: Never!
Ezile: We have to talk about us, I know you
also have feelings for me.

Me: Says who?

Ezile: I can tell by the way you look at me-

Me: Don’t be ridiculous, sunxila kakubi

apha.

Ezile: Mafungwashe, ewe ndinxilile…but

inyani siyazi soyi two.

I looked at him as he kept blabbing about

how he loves me, and ndiyi soulmate
yakhe. Weeeh, basiqatha kanje nathi
sivume ke. I burped the baby and checked
her diaper, Bragadier ordered some food
for us and it was delivered.

Ezile: Yazi, kushota ntoni?

Me: Intoni?

Ezile: Desert baby, lo desert nguwe.

I giggled looking at him chew, such sexy

man sarna tjoo. Future wife yakhe, will be
such a lucky lady to have him.

Me: Hayi, le desert won’t be served shame.

Ezile: Hayibo! Njani? I haven’t got some in

2 weeks njena.
Me: Because, uyayifumana elsewhere
kaloku.

He quickly looked at me coughing, I passed

him the water and he sipped on it.

Ezile: Uringa ngantoni, baby?

Me: A girl called Palesa, came to me 2

weeks back and told me you fucked her.

Ezile: Mamela baby, she was a one

nightstand. I was stressed-

Me: Suzi explain.a, just don’t expect to fuck

me while fucking other females.
He stared at me, I chuckled staring back at
him. Imagine dating a guy who fucks other
women when stressed, asoze shame
angeke. Futhi, I won’t let him fuck me
anytime soon ngoba who knows if he used
condoms with la Palesa or not.

Ezile: Baby, I had one round naye and I

doubled the condoms on my dick I swear.
Futhi, ebe loose and-

Me: I don’t care what you do ngo mthondo

wakho. But don’t expect to put it in me,
u’busy nabanye Bragadier.

I put a fry in my mouth and chewed on it.

Me: Futhi, let’s just drop le topic Guluva.

Asixabani moc?
Ezile: Ingathi yaxabana wena.

Me: Kanti nix, ndi chilled okwe Cucumber.

I sipped on the juice, looking at Iphemna

sleeping peacefully on the baby cart. I
wonder if Liyema is okay wherever she is,
I’m worried about her shame.

Ezile: Ndinxilile ngoku, I can’t think straight

so sizo ringa kakuhle ekseni.

Me: Hmmm, sharp.

He looked at me and I looked at him too, he

chuckled and pushed his plate away from
him then walked to my room making a call.
He looked angry, don’t tell me he is about
to kill Palesa or planning on doing lonto.
Why did I even talk about this? I sighed
biting my lower lip, ndiyi kaka nam moc.

[A WHILE LATER.]
He came back to the dinning area, looking
angry I watched him take his car keys.

Me: Ezile, wenzani? Don’t tell me you about

to kill umntana wabantu.

Ezile: I will kanti, futhi my friends already

found her.

Me: You can’t fuck umntu and then kill

them-
Ezile: It’s not about that, she shouldn’t have
even approached you.

Me: How did she even know about me?

Ezile: She probably saw my lock screen,

nguwe lock screen yam on my phone.

Me: Ezile, myeke please don’t kill her.

I held his hand and looked at him with

begging eyes, he clenched his jaws and
licked his lower lip.

Ezile: Look, I fucked her in my old house-

Me: I don’t care, just listen to me!

He kissed my lips and I pushed him off, I
looked at him in disbelief.

Ezile: Sizo thetha kakuhle ngomso, for now

let me go and kill le bitch.

Me: Ezile, wait…Ezile!!

I put my hands over my head and he closed

the door, I ran back to the dinning area and
took my phone calling Nkosi.

[PHONECALL.]
The phone rang and he picked up on the
second ring.

Nkosi: Mafungwashe?
Me: Nkosikhona, please torgo sanuyenza
lento.

Nkosi: Intoni ngoku?

Me: Bragadier left apha…I think he wants to

kill Palesa, a girl he had a one nightstand
with.

Nkosi: Ohh nanku u’girl apha, her sleeping

with Bragadier wasn’t a coincidence futhi.

Me: What do you mean?

Nkosi: She was sent by one of our

enemies, nam sendisuka umtya lo Palesa.
Plus Mahle naye, yambona uyi bicycle?
Me: Don’t kill umntna wabantu, please
guys.

Nkosi: Too late, we kill people who tries

fucking up our lives.

Me: Nkosi, mamela-

Nkosi: Sharp Mafungwashe, sothetha ne…

He dropped the call, I screamed in

frustration and threw my phone on the
table. I don’t understand marn, I don’t
understand at all shame. I feel like this my
fault, because I told Ezile about this girl
approaching me and telling me she slept
with him. Now, they killing her because she
was “sent by their enemy” hayi ayenzi
sense. Umnqundu we’Seventh Cirle!
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INSERT 48.
YONDI MNDINI.
Monday morning, I was getting ready for
work when I had the urgency to throw up. I
hurried to the bathroom and tried throwing
up but nothing came out, 5 minutes later I
sighed and closed the toilet seat looking at
myself through the mirror. I rinsed my
mouth with mouth wash then step out the
ensuite, finishing getting dressed.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was at work doing my work, I was typing
on my laptop when my phone rang. I looked
at the caller and it was Bragadier, I declined
the call putting my phone on silence and
Teddy looked at me.

Me: What?

Teddy: Why are you ignoring him?

Me: Because…

I told him what happened between me and

Bragadier the other day, well I told my
friends that ndityiwa ngu Bragadier a month
ago so yeah.

Teddy: Why une drama kodwa, chomi?

Me: What do you mean?

Teddy: Bragadier is heads over hills for
you, yazi how lucky you are?

Me: Okay, I admit ndine feelings for yena.

But what if he uses me like Sihle did?

Teddy: Give Bragadier a chance, don’t let

what Sihle did stand in your way of love.

Me: I will see, futhi I think ndimithi.

Teddy: We going to buy a pregnancy test

sometime in the week, just to confirm.

Me: Soyiki Teddy, tjoo.

Teddy: Chill, it hasn’t been confirmed yet.

I nod and went back to work. Few hours
later, I was headed to lunch when I bumped
to Captain Thola on my way out the
building.

Captain: Aaah! Just the lady I was hoping

to see.

Me: Captain, it’s not an honour to see you.

Captain: I like how blunt you are, have a

minute?

Me: No andina minute, I have lunch to go

to.

Captain: Come on, subanje we’ll talk plus

ne boss yakho.
I sighed and walked back in the building
feeling frustrated, he followed me to
Mpendulo’s office. I knocked on his office
door and he let us in…

Mpendulo: Yondz, uhh nawe Captain.

Captain: Mpendulo, hello unjani?

Mpendulo: Good. Ikhona ingxaki?

Captain: Sort of, uhmm can I sit?

Mpendulo nod, I stood there frowning and

impatient.

Mpendulo: Yondi, aren’t you going to sit?

Me: I was headed to lunch, ndi lambile so
no.

Captain: Okay. We found a lead on Sindi

and Minnie’s disappearance.

I quickly looked at him, Mpendulo smiled

happily.

Mpendulo: That is good moc, meaning you

will leave my employee alone.

Captain: Not entirely, the person we

arrested wants to talk to her.

Me: Why me?

Captain: Asazi. He is Minnie’s boyfriend, he
confessed on how he was abusive to
Minnie and-

Me: Woah, woah, woah! I have no business

with an abuser, so it’s a damn NO.

Mpendulo: Yondi-

Me: Sir, you know damn well I hate abantu

aba abusive. Andizi, so ndicela uba
excused.

I walk out the office, I exhaled and

wondered if “who is this Minnie’s
boyfriend?”.
·
·
Later that day after work, I went to visit
Bragadier at his house. I found him in his
work suit, he looked handsome.

Ezile: Baby?

Me: Hey, can we talk.

Ezile: I was on my way to your house,

ngena baby.

I sighed and walked in his house, I walked

to the lounge and sat down on his couch.

Ezile: Aren’t you hungry?

Me: Ndi rhalela cake, unayo?

Ezile: You lucky I always buy some cake.

I smiled as he pulled me up and we

hugged, I pulled out the hug and we walked
to the kitchen to get the cake.

Me: So, did you kill Palesa?

Ezile: Ewe, baby I did.

Me: Why? Yazi, I feel like you killing her is

my fault.

Ezile: Don’t blame yourself, stop doing

lonto.
He put me on top of the kitchen counter and
kissed my lips, I responded then we pulled
out seconds later.

Ezile: Awumhle marn, ngaske ubonwe ndim

ndedwa.

Me: Aike wena. I need my cake please…

He went to open his fridge, I looked at my

feet dangling in the air my heels were still
on.

Me: The captain came by at my workplace

today.

Ezile: He still interrogating you? I thought

he stopped njena…
Me: He did, but he came by today to tell me
and my boss that Minnie’s boyfriend was
arrested since he is a suspect.

Ezile: Yi good news leyo.

Me: Yazi wena and your friends, ningcolile.

Ezile: Kodwa wena, uli fungwashe lethu.

Sikuthanda ngoku si evil.

Me: Mxm, you don’t traumatize umntu you

love.

Ezile: Please let’s not go there, please

baby.
Me: Hmm, so how was work?

He rolled his eyes and gave me the big

piece of cake he sliced for me, plus a
Cranberry juice.

Me: Thank you, uyi best yazi.

Ezile: For wena wedwa, babe.

He took the small spoon and fed me the

cake, while we talked about how our days
at work were today. He even took a few
pictures of me sitting on his kitchen counter.

Me: You obsessed with taking pictures of

me.
Ezile: Because umntu omhle ufotwa oko,
sthandwa sam.

Me: Ndimhle ne?

Ezile: I tell you oko njena…

He said bringing his face close to mine, I

giggled as he bit my lower lip.

Me: Put me down, ndi dikiwe uhlala apha

ngoku.

Ezile: Funa uhlala ebusweni bam?

He asked giving an innocent smile, I

giggled wrapping my arms around his neck.
Me: Hayi, subane zimanga tshini. Suka
nditsibe…

Ezile: Unxibi heels?

Me: Ewe, ndingu Spiderwoman awuyazi?

Ezile: Hayi rhaa, tsek!

I laughed as he picked me up spinning me

around, he put me down and gave me two
pecks. I took the small plate that had the
cake I ate and the glass I drank from then
rinsed them, he stood behind me pressing
his erection on me.

Me: Ubatyiwe?
Ezile: Ewe, ndibatyiwe.

Me: I’m not having sex with you, until

uyokwenza test andithi you slept with
another female?

God why do I sound like a jealous

girlfriend? But, ndi zama uba safe moc
tshini.

Ezile: I told you, I used condoms-

Me: I don’t care, I want to be safe mna.

Andithi unditya raw mna? Or we should
start using condoms nathi.

Ezile: Intoni? Hayi, ngeke tjuu! I want to feel

your warmth and tightness baby, condom
ayo option kum nawe.
Me: Hamba and go test ke, come back with
results ezithi you clean.

Ezile: Sharp, I will do lonto.

I nod and wiped the things I was rinsing, he

kissed my neck.

Ezile: I’m sorry baby, uxolo nyani.

Me: Uxolisela ntoni?

Ezile: For sleeping with another female, but

I’m fucking you. I know we not dating yet
but I shouldn’t have slept with another
female, it feels like I cheated on you.
Me: Like I’ve said, don’t explain yourself to
me. Andiyo cherry yakho.

He scoffed and bit my ear, I squealed and

he chuckled.

Ezile: Awurhaleli siye, Dubai?

Me: SBWL! But…akho chance, we are

super matasa this side.

Ezile: I know right, le kaka ye boss yakho is

overworking you.

Me: Tshini, I get paid for lo overwork sarna.

Ucinga ezi red bottoms and le fancy life
ndiyi philayo isuka phi?
Ezile: I should start giving you a monthly
allowence, for ubane bhentse emnandi.

Me: Hayike wena, hayi suyi over do it.

Ezile: Kaloku le kuku yakho inala that thing,

sundi jaja.

He chuckled and I laughed turning to look

at him, he caressed my cheek and looked
at me like I matter the most to him.

Ezile: Ndiku thanda serious, I’m willing to

wait for you ude undithande yazi?

Me: I-
I stopped myself from confessing my
feelings, remembering that “abafana bane
magics”, “abafana bane tricks”.

Ezile: What were you going to say?

Me: Nevermind ayonto, Guluva.

Ezile: Undixoza xa usithi “Thatha nantsi

khumeme, Guluva”.

Me: Mxm, sadiki!

We shared a laugh and hugged, we stayed

in that hugging position as he whispered
sweet nothing to me and I was giggling like
a love sick teenager. Mxm, walumkeleni
amadoda bethunani! I’m busyTHE
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LIYEMA LOKO.
Things have been super hectic on my side,
I regret agreeing to this living arrangement
I’m doing with Lukholo. Okay, quick update
guys… Our families are claiming that I
should marry Lukholo even if I like it or not.
When I asked them why, they couldn’t
answer I told them andizo yenza lonto mna
and now a meeting was called. If they think
they will try and be cocky with me, forcing
me to marry this fucker in the name of
“having a child together” they should forget
it. I’m glad that I purchased my new house
Saturday and none of these people know, I
have to thank Yondi for babysitting for me.

I breastfeed my baby, and she sucked the

living shit out of my boob.
Me: Iphe baby, andikho kwi mood for the
meeting yanamhlanje.

She blinked looking at me, sucking the milk

out of my breast. The door to the room
opened and Lukholo came in, I frowned
looking at him.

Me: If you here for your daughter she is still

feeding.

Lukholo: Actually, I’m here for you.

Me: If whatever you about to say has

nothing to do with our daughter, then leave.

Lukholo: Why u’childish njee?

Me: I won’t argue with you phambi ko
mntana wam, yabona xa usithi ndi childish
uyandi phambanisa. The only childish
person is you, hamba apha.

He looked at me for so long, then chuckled

leaving the room. Once my baby was done
breastfeeding, I bathed her and wore her in
her Naartjie rompie…Yondi got it for her,
she makes sure new clothes gets delivered
for Iphemna every week. Perks of having a
rich aunty and she only buys her those
brand kids clothes, Teddy naye is also
adding to that sarna my friends likes
exaggerating my daughtet is so lucky to be
spoiled like this.
I walked out the room and took her to her
father, he looked at me as I gave him
Iphemna.

Lukholo: Did you burp her?

Me: Ewe, I did. Ndisayo hlamba…

Lukholo: Okay, the family is on their way.

Me: Ayikho point yale meeting, because no

one will convince me otherwise. Not even
my parents, nxxx.

I walked to the room I used and stripped

naked, ready to take a shower. My phone
rang and it was Yondi, I smiled answering
it.
[PHONECALL.]
Me: Baby, unjani?

Yondi: Ndi good, wena?

Me: Kubi Yondi, it’s really bad.

Yondi: Should I come by afterwork? You

can’t be stressing, umntana will sense it.

Me: I would really appreciate that, I want to

tell you ladies everything.

Yondi: Ewe, you should vent. Busi, think

she is part of you distancing yourself from
us.
Me: What? No, I feel bad kengoku worse I
like her. Know what?

Yondi: What, babes?

Me: I will send you ladies the location you

should meet me at, ne?

Yondi: Okay. I can hear by the sound of

your voice awukho right, please don’t be
afraid to vent ne?

Me: Of course, I will tell you everything

when we all meet today.

Yondi: Sharp, I love you baby mama.

I giggled, I love it when my friends call me
“Mamakhe or baby mama” I think that is
really cute.

Me: I love you too, baby.

As soon as I drop, a slap landed on my face

I screamed dropping my phone and looked
at Lukholo.

Me: Ubetha kum, njandini?

Lukholo: So, I’m busy trying by all means to

fix our love wena u’busy uyafeba!

Me: Sungxola, uphethe umntana.

Lukholo: Yabona wena, I will deal with you
one of these days.

Me: Unganya nono, unganya evha?

He chuckled angrily and walked out, if he

wasn’t carrying my daughter I was going to
wipe the floor with his face. He has
changed sarna, he never raised a hand on
me but nanku ngoku unesibhindi to do that.
Inene kuku ze ex girlfriends zi powerful!

Me: Tshini thiza, andizo nyelwa yi ndoda

rhaa…

I said talking to myself, walking to the

ensuite for a quick shower. I’m so not ready
for le “family meeting”, but all I’m saying is
today ndiya hamba kulendlu.
·
·
2 hours later, we were gathered in the
lounge. By “we” I meant Lukholo’s parents,
Lukholo’s brothers and my parents. My
daughter was sleeping in my mothers arms,
I was seated next to my mother on the two
seat couch.

Taka Luks: So, we are gathered here to fix

our family issues.

Me: What family issues tata? I mean if you

guys would’ve let me be, we wouldn’t be
here.

Mama: Liyema, hayi..

Me: Xolo ma, just that ndine qhange lo mlilo
phakati inside me.

I did breathing exercises and looked at

Lukholo’s father.

Taka Luks: Uhmm…since Lukholo already

paid lobola for you, you have to marry him.

I chuckled sarna, ain’t no way I’m marrying

this fool mna.

Me: Not happening, never at all.

Maka Luks: Mna, I support Liyema shame.

She won’t be forced to marry le njaa ingu,
Lukholo.
Sihle: Oledi, don’t call Luks that.

Maka Luks: Hayisuka uyiyo! Sies, I won’t

support cheating men mna.

Me: Plus nawe Sihle, uyinja for-

Sihle: Ayikho ngam lento!

Me: Then shut up, thula bhuti before

imbeko yam goes out the window.

I looked at my father and he cleared his

throat, I was about to speak when Lukholo
jumped in.
Lukholo: Bantu abadala, you all know isiko
lithi “ayikho indoda ekhulisa umntana
wenye indoda, isaphila”.

Me: Ye wena, uyimele lento ne? No one

said awuzo khulisa mntana wakho,
susebenzisa mntana wam kwi shit yakho.

Mama: Liyema, please marn.

Me: Mama, I won’t sit here and be a “Yes

woman” to everything being said. I won’t
marry Lukholo, I won’t!

Taka Luks: But umntana needs both her

parents.

Me: There’s something called “co-

parenting”, so akho need ye marriage.
Lukholo: I want my child to live under the
same room with both her parents!

Me: I WON’T LIVE WITH A CHEATER AND

ABUSER!

It went silent, we could literally hear my

daughter’s adorable silent snores. Lukholo
was throwing daggers at me, clenching his
jaws.

Mama: Liyema, uthini?

Me: Yhr, lo Lukholo nifuna ndimtshate

raised his hand on me-
Lukholo: You were speaking to a man over
the phone in front of me!

Me: What man?! Eyiphi ndoda, Yondi yi

ndoda ngoku?

Sihle: Yondi-

Me: Voestek wena, don’t even mention my

friend’s name kulo mlomo wakho.

Dayimani threw a punch at Lukholo, I

smiled happily because he is the youngest
kwi brother zakhe yet the only one who
seems to be mature and wise.

Tata: Yhey makwedini! Sanusinyela!

He seperated them from fighting, while
Lukholo’s father sat there shaking his head
in disappointment.

Maka Luks: Lukholo, ubetha abafazi?

Lukholo: Mama, I thought uyafeba-

Me: Yhey, I can be with whoever I want to

be with. We are not together mna, nawe!

Maka Luks: Still it doesn’t give Lukholo the

right to lay his hand on you, utheni Lukholo
uli geza?

He shook his head no, I could see my

father was stopping himself from beating
him up.
Me: With all due respect bantu abadala, I
won’t be staying here anymore. I bought
myself a house, I’m moving in it today
because who knows what will Lukholo do
next to me?

Dayimani: I will help you move, yayazi

thuba le transportation I got you.

Me: Enkosi, Dayimani.

He nod and my mother sighed, shaking her

head with sadness written on her face.

Maka Luks: Lilly, you sure? I mean why

don’t crash at your rents, for a while?
Mama: Plus is this house of yours furnished
yet?

Me: No, but I will ask my friends to help me

with furnishing it. I’m meeting with them
later…

Tata: Liyema, I’m sorry I failed you

mntanam.

Me: Tata, please you didn’t fail me. I failed

myself for ever meeting this fool.

Lukholo: Liyema, please don’t leave-

Maka Luks: Thule! Thula before I make you

shut up!
I looked at Lukholo’s father, he was in deep
thoughts this whole time thinking so hard
with his hand under his chin.

Me: Tamkhulu ka Iphe, uright?

Maka Luks: Mbulelo, uyathetha uLilly.

She said shaking him out of his thoughts,

my father walked to his side and pat his
shoulder.

Tata: Ungavumi bawo, don’t let this get to

you.

Taka Luks: Njani, when all I ever did was to

teach them to never be abusers no matter
what?
Lukholo: Taima, uxolo it was just a slip of
hand.

Taka Luks: Suthetha ukunya kwedini! Slip

of hand ntoni? Ukhweletela ubu bhanxa!

Lukholo looked down, when his father gets

this angry kushukuma indawo sarna. He
looks like the alpha he is, yhey abanye
ootata sarna. And no guys, ndiya ncoma
nothing much.

Dayimani: Uhmm, Liyema is your things

ready? I could always starting taking them
in the car…

Me: There are things I already packed, pha

kla room I used.
I told him what to take and he went on and
started taking the things to my car, I could
see Lukholo was furious but he was holding
his anger.

Taka Luks: Uhmm, to the Loko

family…andinayo ne excuse for le shit we
just heard. I raised my sons to be better
men, but it’s evident Lukholo took his own
path. Liyema, I know no amount of sorries
will heal your wounded heart because of
what Lukholo did but please forgive me for
trying to fix what seemed to be broken.

Me: It’s okay Tamkhulu ka Iphe, me not

being with Lukholo doesn’t mean I will hate
on you and your wife.
Maka Luks: You wouldn’t dear, I would
literally go to a sangoma and I would
bewitch you to love me again rhaa!

We shared a laugh, well excluding Sihle

and Lukholo all they did was sit there and
keep straight faces.

Me: You guys are the grandparents of my

daughter, so all is well between us.

Mama: Yabo Nikiwe, ndakuxelele ufuze

mna lo ungu Liyema.

Maka Luks: Asoze, ngoku wena ungu

khanda tshisa!

Tata: Eyy, itsho uphinda wena nantsika!

They chuckled and went back to being
serious immediately, I looked at Lukholo’s
father.

Taka Luks: Nikiwe, kudala ndathi

yandibawela lo ungu Liyema. Jonga le look
andinika yona…

Maka Luks: Lilly, yabona lo uthi mna don’t

even try bhabha.

Me: Ngoku ndithi ndifuna ubangu sister wife

wakho, ndizomane ndithi “sis Nikki, baby
wethu uthi he is hungry”.

Maka Luks: Bitch, do I look like a housewife

to you?!
Me: Not naka ncinci, you look so damn
young.

Tata: Younger then omnye, uzibani…

He said giving my mother a side eye, she

looked at him squinting.

Mama: Hhe Luyanda, kuku uzayifumana

next year shame.

Tata: Haibo, baby?

Mama: Haisuka, tshini sies!

We laughed and what made me happy is

that we were kind of annoying Lukholo,
because le “family meeting” didn’t turn out
the way he wanted. We keptTHE
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LIYEMA LOKO.
So, the parents came and viewed the
house and left an hour ago. Dayimani was
still with me, performing uncle duties.

Me: Dayimani, why are you still here?

Dayimani: Tshini bawo, listen to this

woman. Yandigxotha?

Me: Ewe tshini, I’m expecting my friends to

find me alone here.
Dayimani: Why? Afraid they will think you
fucking your ex fianceè’s, brother?

Me: Ohh please I wouldn’t even fuck you

nakwi drunk state yam, so nope.

Dayimani: Nyani?

Me: Ewe, nyani Dayimani.

Dayimani: Then why are you clenching your

thighs like that?

I quickly looked at my thighs pressed

together, I pulled down my skirt feeling
embarrassed. He chuckled playing with my
daughter, who couldn’t get her eyes off her
uncle.
Dayimani: I would give you the taste of my
joystick, but ndine worry I will give you baby
number 2.

Me: Dayimani, hamba ngoku tjoo.

Dayimani: Andiyi ndawo, until your friends

get here.

I cuss under my breath feeling the wetness

on my vagina, why would I react like this
kodwa haibo!

Dayimani: So, when are we getting the rest

of your belongings?

Me: You willing to chauffeur me again?

Dayimani: Ewe, I mean what if xa uye
wedwa Lukholo akuvingcele pha? Asifuni
uthi #JusticeforLiyema, in the next coming
months.

Me: Yhr ne, your brother changed shame.

Inoba kwenzeka ntoni enqondweni yakhe?

Dayimani: Andiyazi tshini, why zobuza mna.

Me: Why unje wena?

Dayimani: Ndinjani? Ndinje njena, I’m me

sisi.

I rolled my eyes, he can be annoying xa

efuna. Never thought me and him would
talk for this long, I mean lo kwasoloko
enqumile moc.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

My friends got here carrying something to
eat, I smiled at them and Dayimani looked
at Yondi.

Dayimani: Hello, Beyonce.

Yondi: Hello, Diamond. Gimme my niece

please…

She quickly out the bags down and hugged

me tightly, then rushed to the kitchen to
wash and sanitize her hands.

Me: Dayimani, you can leave now.

Dayimani: Hayi Teddy, introduce me to this
new beauty.

He ignored me, I looked at him in disbelief.

Teddy: Rhaa awundibulisi, kodwa ufuna

introductions?

Dayimani: Eyy, sindihlaza marn. Hi, sisi…

Busi: Hello, bhuti.

Dayimani: Mna ndingu Dayimani, the rarest

diamond you’ll ever find. Wena?
We chuckled at how he introduced himslef,
yabona lona is such a crazy yet serious
person.

Busi: Ndingu Busisiwe, futhi nditshatile.

Dayimani: Hayi wethu, it’s not like

bendikufuna nam moc.

He said giving the baby to Yondi, we

laughed at how he reacted to Busi
dismissing his charms. I like Busi, she is
such a down to earth lady and umhle sarna.

Dayimani: Bye-bye, Mamakhe. We will talk

about getting the rest of your belongings xa
u’ready ke.

Me: Okay, sharp.

He kissed my cheek and bid my friends
goodbye, Yondi was already in her own
zone with Iphemna. She loves babies too
much, she will make a great mother one
day.

Teddy: So, unjani chomi?

Me: I’m not okay guys…

Yondi: Mntase, please cry it all out ne? We

are your friends so we won’t judge you or
laugh at your pain.

Tjoo, it felt like she knew I was holding my

tears for the longest time. I cried guys, I
cried my lungs out while Busi comforted me
and Yondi was trying to put my daughter to
sleep. As for Teddy, he sat the eating a
piece of drumstick.

Teddy: Lila chomi, cry your livers out

umfinya uzowusula after.

We laughed at his craziness, Teddy knows

how to make a dim mood very sparkly.

Me: Yadika Teddy, yabona phantse

ndabindwa yi ngwiqi!

We shared a laugh again, Busi wiped my

tears and I wiped hers.

Me: Why are you crying?

Busi: Andivani ne tears, tjuu sarna when I
see someone else cry, I cry.

Yondi: Tjuu hayi, uyi cry baby mntase.

Busi: And ke!

We giggled and I told them what happened

today, Teddy and Yondi were angry at the
fact that he layed his hand on me.

Yondi: Rhaa! Yabona abuse, indinyanyisa

kakubi.

Me: Sorry, I-
Yondi: Mntase, don’t worry. Don’t apologize
sarna, asizonga thethi or adress abuse
because of my past experience ye abuse.

Me: Yazi, Yondi…you one brave person.

Yondi: I am the brave, ngqangqa!

We laughed and went back to talking, we

even had a tour of my house before eating.
Iphemna was still wide awake, and she
cried everytime we tried taking her from
Yondi.

Me: Haibo, caba Yondi unuka purity?

Busi: Or she could be pregnant…

Teddy: Ye bitch, I said we should buy
pregnancy test sometime in the week.

Yondi: Ndoyika Teddy, what if I really am

pregnant.

Me: Tjoo at least wena uzoyazi, uthini ngam

who didn’t even have a clue.

Busi: You lucky sarna, because kuthiwa

kuyanyiwa there by pregnancy.

Yondi: My fear is reaction ka Guluva, once I

tell him ndimithi. Tjuu la bhuti doesn’t like
kids…

Teddy: Yhey, sbwl myself some yummy

Guluva. Kodwa Yondi, une lucky when it
comes to hot men.
Me: Ndithi she is even friends with Kumkani
Tofu!

Busi: Uhamba ne big boys, izinto ezi vuza

mali!

Yondi: Tjoo bethuna, hayini marn.

Me: Wena, Teddy bear?

He drank his juice then sighed, shame

marn chomi yethu.

Teddy: Dumisani, I feel like undisebenza

nge Voodoo.
Busi: Nyani? Hayi marn, I still think his wife
is weird marn.

Me: Tshini! Trying to be like Teddy? There

can’t be two Teddy’s kaloku, never!

Yondi: Teddy, you sure you want to be with

a man who was able to hide for 2 months
that he is married?

Teddy: I tried breaking up with him, but

uveske abuye nenye sex enzima nam ndibe
weak and forgive him.

Yondi: Yhey! Ndatsho ndathi amadyan has

magics, they have tricks nina bethuna!

We laughed at how she said that I gave her

the baby’s bottle of milk and she put it in the
baby’s mouth, I like how Iphemna was
clinging onto her.

Busi: Awuxoki futhi, ngapha Lucky is hiding

something from me.

Yondi: Something like what?

Busi: I thought he was cheating on me

again, but nope.

Teddy: Hayi wethu, I’m sure zinto ze

business.

Busi: Ewe, yazi we haven’t had sex yet mna

naye.

Us: HAYI BUSI, HAYI BETHUNA!

She giggled, blushing at the same time.
This girl, some of us miss being sexed to
the moon and back.

Busi: Just that ndoyika, what if ndi bhayize

one of the sex positions you guys taught
me.

Teddy: Baby girl, iyephi confidence yakho?

Yondi: Catha confidence Busi, catha

mntase.

Busi: Tjoo, okay ke I will definitely go all out

for him this weekend.

Teddy: This coming weekend?

Busi: Ewe, khona ingxaki?

Yondi: Just that, we were wondering you

would like a makeover?

Busi: Of course, I would!

Yondi: But, Saturday night we have Gala to

attend remember?

Busi: Kanene, kuthiwa “Sundays are for

lovers”. So I guess I will give it to him that
day…

Yondi, Teddy and I smiled stealing glances

at each other. Well, Yondi told us that this
coming weekend Lucky was planning a
surprise engagement for Busi. So, Yondi
will be Busi’s escort the whole day to the
venue. I can’t wait sarna, my mother is
definitely babysitting this weekend shame
because I wanna get drunk.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I put my daughter in her little court and
gave her a kiss smiling, my day today went
from bad to good. My friends really made
me feel better, I also miss going to work but
I’m only going back next month since they
gave me a maternity leave. I pulled down
my robe with a thong only under it. My
phone rang and I frowned seeing that it was
Dayimani calling…I answered and he told
me to open for him, he was at the front
door. I made sure my baby was safe and
sound, before jogging to open the door he
got in and walked pass me.
Dayimani: Who is here?

Me: Hayibo, me and Iphemna why?

Dayimani: Uphi yena, uIphe?

Me: Sleeping.

I closed the door and next thing I know, he

is pinning me against the door and towering
over me.

Me: Dayimani…

Dayimani: Shhh… I’m not trying to hurt you,

Mamakhe.
He was breathing close to my face, staring
in my eyes and the look he was giving me
made me wet.

Me: You too close.

Dayimani: Why do I want to make so many

sinful things with you, mamakhe?

Me: Xa usithi “sinful” uthetha ngantoni?

He kissed my lips then pressed his already

hard dick between my thighs making me
more wet, I respond to his kiss then
moaned feeling his hand rub on my wet
pussy, I have to say he gives the best
kisses. He put his hand in my thong, I tried
pushing him off but he held me in place and
sucked on my rubbing on my clit.
Me: Wait…Dayimani-

He pinched my clit making me moan in

pleasure, he kissed my lips again and just
as he was about to finger fuck me his
phone rang. He cussed and answered it,
still pinning me against the door not giving
me a chance to leave.

Dayimani: Oledi, ndi busy nozala…

He spoke to his mother over the phone, I

kind of overhead her say he needs to go
and fetch important documents for the
meeting he will attend tomorrow. He told his
mother he is on his way, then dropped the
call and stared at me.
Me: What we doing is wrong.

Dayimani: As I’ve said, we creating a sin

mna nawe. To be continued ne?

He gave me two wet pecks and slowly

removed me from the door, I was still
gobsmacked and very much horny
obviously. I closed and locked after he left.
What am I doing? Jumping from brother to
brother… I need serious prayers, haibo
kuku yam is a definition of BETRAYAL.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° chatting

then Dayimani, came back and told me he
was done. The parents said they would like
to see my new house, if I’m okay with that. I
told them to follow me and my chauffeur to
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INSERT 51.
BABALWA DILO.
I’m at my happiest, I mean I have a man
who worships the ground I walk on and isn’t
afraid to love me however, whenever and
wherever. I was now in my office at the
coffee shop, admiring the roses that
Simphiwe got me. I couldn’t stop smiling, I
looked at the engagement ring on my
finger. He engaged me last night, he
booked a whole resturant and had a whole
Ochestra play some songs for us while we
dinned. He shocked me by proposing me,
as nervous as I was I agreed to marrying
him. But, later in the hotel after our love
making session I told him how I felt about
the marriage thing.

<FLASHBACKS>
We were cuddling in the hotel bed, all
naked and fresh after shower. We always
shower after making love, we both very
hygienic people sweat makes us really
uncomfortable.

Simphiwe: Muntuza wam, tell me what’s

bothering you?

Me: What do you mean?

Simphiwe: You forget that I know you very

well, you’ve been nervous ever since I
proposed to you. Whuzet?

I sighed and tried sitting up to look at him,

but he held me to his chest.

Simphiwe: Hayi tshini, uyaphi?

Me: Ndifuna sibene eye contact, when we
talk about serious things.

Simphiwe: You don’t want to get married to

me, baby?

We sat up right on the bed and looked at

each other, I held his hands and swallowed.

Me: I’m nervous about rushing into

marriage, love.

Simphiwe: You think I will hurt you like, la

ex husband yakho did?

Me: No, you nothing like him wena.

Simphiwe: Then yintoni, Muntuza? Talk to
me kaloku sthandwa sam…

I blushed looking away, mncaa marn. Why

do xhosa men sound so glorious when they
call us with pet names? Especially le yam
indoda.

Me: I’m afraid we rushing things, I’m still

afraid of marriage because I don’t want a
repeat of what happened after my son died.

Simphiwe: Do you love me?

Me: I do, more than anything.

Simphiwe: Nam, ndiyaku thanda baby. Can

you stop thinking that I will hurt you like
your ex husband did?
Me: Okay. I’m sorry for not communicating
with you about this.

He smiled and pulled me on top of him,

kissing my lips.

Simphiwe: I love you mna, only you.

Me: I love you way more.

Simphiwe: I’m willing to wait until you ready

for marriage, but keep that engagement
ring on your finger.

Me: Definitely keeping this big rock, this is a

real diamond?
Simphiwe: A real diamond for a real
diamond.

I blushed and kissed him, I ran his dick up

and down my already wet pussy and put it
on my vagina entrance sliding down it. He
groaned throwing his head back, while I
moaned bouncing on his dick.
<FLASHBACK ENDS>

I’m glad he understood my reasons for not

being ready for marriage, so yeah guys
marn. I even took snaps of my engagement
ring and sent them to Yondi, via WhatsApp
she was so happy saying she will visit
during lunchtime.
·
·
I was busy reviewing some of the Coffee
Exporters, I don’t get why they are taking
long to deliver my orders. One of my
waitresses knocked on my door and came
in, I smiled looking at her.

Me: Hey, Khazi.

Khazi: Hey ma’am, sorry to disturb but

there is a lady out there demanding to see
me.

Me: Okay, send her through.

She left closing the door, I closed my laptop

and took my phone looking at my
WhatsApp messages. I smiled looking at
the pictures Yondi sent me, it was pictures
of me and her I posted one with a caption
“VVIP’s ze ntliziyo ka Ta Spizozo”. My door
opened and closed, I nearly coughed
because of this person’s strong perfume but
I didn’t want to appear rude.

I looked up only to be met by a medium

height woman, she was skinny and light
skinned. She looked kwezi age zam, but
you could tell she is your typical old
slayqueens, she had so much attitude and I
chuckled realizing who it was. It was
Yondi’s biological mother, hayike sarna.

Me: Fikelwa Qolo, hello sit down dear.

Fikelwa: Hmmm, le office yakho doesn’t

have glam.
Me: Uyava nawe, it’s mine not yours. Need
anything to drink?

Fikelwa: I don’t drink coffee, I drink wine.

Very expensive wine…

Me: Unfortunately for you ke, this is a

coffee shop.

She had this disgusted look on her face,

she wiped the chair with an tissue before
sitting down. Yayazi moc, those people who
like to get on a person last nerve but I kept
my cool.

Me: Ufuna ntoni aph?

Fikelwa: Ohh darling… I came here to tell

you, your time is up.
She threw the tissue she wiped the chair
with on my desk, I looked at her trying to
keep my cool. I hate people who think they
will disrespect someone’s personal space,
my office is my fucken personal space.

Me: Xa bekutheni, ngqangqa?

Fikelwa: I’m talking about Simphiwe, my

first love. I’m back for him.

Me: Now that his all the way up and rich

uyamfuna? Typical gold digger.

Fikelwa: Awuyo threat kum, you don’t know

what you talking about.
Me: Never said ndiyi threat kuwe, but I
guess I am since you came all the way from
wherever to tell me le shit.

I took one of the rosees from the bunch

Simphiwe, brought for me and smelled it.

Me: Have you ever got roses from indoda

ethi wena? Yazi, Simpra is very romantic.

Fikelwa: Mxm, he is just buying your love

but ndibuyile ngoku. I’m the original…

Me: Njani sarna? Ubeyi original kodwa

ndim who have big rock…

I said flaunting my engagement ring,

wiggling my left fingers in front of her. I saw
a bit of shock in her face, and bitch couldn’t
even hide it. I hate what I’m doing, but I had
to get her off her high horse.

Me: Guess what he said when he

proposed… Wathi “A real diamond for a
real diamond”, uyevha?

Fikelwa: Shut up you fat bitch, awuyiyo ne

type ka Simphiwe.

Me: He likes them chubby, because eza

muscles zakhe and his giants self is meant
to carry le thickness indim. Ndi cute,
ngqangqa.

Fikelwa: Cute phi? You nothing but a pig!

I chuckled at her bitterness, hayini never

thought I would experience a woman
warning me for a man. Yondi walked in my
off smiling from ear to ear, she frowned
looking at Fikelwa. I leaned on my seat
looking at my gorgeous stepdaughter, she
looked at me with questioning eyes.

Yondi: Ma, ufuna ntoni lomntu apha?

Fikelwa: Ohh mntanam, look at how

gorgeous and grown you are!

Yondi: Don’t you dare come near me, don’t

even!

Fikelwa stopped and Yondi, walked next to

me as I stood up to calm her down.

Me: Yondi ka tatakhe, calm down baby-

Fikelwa laughed so loud, the laugh seemed
forced and it was very annoying. She
looked at me…

Fikelwa: Tshini! Don’t act like my daughter

is yours, sumxelela makathini.

Yondi: I’m not your daughter wena, Fikelwa!

Go back to whatever hell hole you crawled
out from!

Me: Baby, don’t let her get into you.

I gave her a warm hug, she did breathing

exercises in my arms try to calm down.

Yondi: Okay, Ma. I will try not to.

I nod and kissed her forehead, I looked at
Fikelwa ready to drag her out of here.

Me: Fikelwa, please leave my coffee shop

before I ask security to escort you out.

Fikelwa: With pleasure! Just remember I’m

back for my family, MY FAMILY. So wena,
you will go “PHOOF” disappear like you
never existed, you were just warming
indawo yam.

Yondi: Which family? Your family is Zuko

and if you know what’s good for you, you
better stay away from my father’s woman or
he will deal with you kakubi.
Fikelwa laughed, clapping her hands once.
She is so childish for her age, I feel like she
never had enough of immaturity.

Fikelwa: Yi woman le? Hayibo, Simphiwe

really downgraded!

Yondi: Stay the fuck away from us! I don’t

want to end up killing you, I know people
who would be honoured to do lonto for me
and they damn good at not living evidence.

Me: Fikelwa, I suggest you leave now.

Fikelwa: Yondi, ndingu nyoko-

Yondi: You nothing to me! You just a

useless woman who is a walking corpse,
andikwazi tuu. Just one call Fikelwa and le
mini izophela ufile so leave and never
return…

She said that showing Fikelwa her phone.

Fikelwa looked at me with hatred then left. I
looked at Yondi, who looked like she is
about to kill someone. This Fikelwa woman,
really damaged umntana shame I gave
Yondi a hug and she exhaled holding me
tight, I let her be for a few seconds then she
pulled out the hug then looked at me.

Yondi: You see it right? The anger in my

eyes…

Me: Can we talk? I once told you ndiyi

retired therapist moc…
Yondi: I think I really need that talk, before
my anger leads me astray.

I locked my office door, then sat with her

the couch in my office. I wanted her to cry
her anger out, so revisiting her past is what
we doing. I need to talk to Simphiwe, he
need to sort this Fikelwa before she cause
more damage than good.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° giggling at

the nonsense he is whispering, zi magics
moc ezo.

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THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 52.
SIMPHIWE MNDINI.
When I got a call from Babsie, telling me
there is something serious we need to talk
about this isn’t what I expected.

Me: Muntuza, how is my daughter? I need

to go to her.

Babalwa: Baby, Yondi was so angry. That

level of anger could lead her to kill Fikelwa,
she can’t even hide her hate for her.

Me: I have to deal with this, I won’t let this

stupid woman to ruin my daughter.

Babalwa: Eyy, hayi sarna andazi.

I clenched my jaws feeling the anger in me
brew, if it means killing Fikelwa to protect
my daughter then so be it.

Me: I have to go to Yondi, I won’t be able to

sleep without reassuring her safety.

Babalwa: Okay, I’m hoping she is calm

now.

Me: The fact that Fikelwa also threatened

you, hayi ndiyalingwa.

Babalwa: Don’t do anything stupid, love.

Me: Muntuza, for you and Yondi…I would

kill everyone in this earth.
Babalwa: Hayi Simpra, su exaggerate.

Me: Serious kanti, fuck this marn!

I banged the table Yondi, needs to be with

me for a few days until I deal with Fikelwa,
ndi sure she dumped Zuko because he is
paralyzed now. I should paralyze Fikelwa
too, since lo Zuko wakhe didn’t tell her what
I’m capable of.
·
·
I drove in my daughter’s yard, I noticed
there was a Gusheshe parked in her yard
too. I chuckled wondering if she has a man
over, that would be good because she
deserves love. Yes, I give her enough love
but she needs love from another male other
than me.

I step out my car and walked to her front

door, I barged in and quietly walked in her
house. I heard her giggles and a guy
chuckle before I made my appearances,
they didn’t even notice my presence since
they were caught up in their own world
cuddling on the couch. Time to be in daddy
mode…

Me: Akumnandi…

They looked at me, Yondi quickly sat up

and the guy sat there chilled.

Yondi: Tata, how long have you been here?

Me: Long enough. Ngubani esisgora?

Yondi: Uhmmm…ngu Ezile lo a friend of

mine.

Me: Friend? Ye wena Bragadier ufuna ntoni

emntaneni wam?

Yondi: You know him?

Me: Everyone knows le laaitie. Ndibuzile

Bragadier?

I looked at him and he scratched his head,

is he nervous tshini thiza am I that
intimidating na?
Bragadier: Eish bra, ndiyazi shaya nge
ngcosi yakho.

Yondi: Ezile, nawe marn…don’t entertain

my father.

Me: Yayazi impama, Bragadier?

Yondi: I think you should leave, my father is

not in his best mood today.

I watch him give my daughter a peck in

front of me, isibhindi sale ntwana! Yondi,
shyed away and I chuckled shaking my
head. Bragadier was about to walk pass
me, I grabbed his arm and looked at him.

Me: Tyumza unye kwi ngcosi yam, if you

put her life in danger kwedini.
Bragadier: Pholas bra, she is in safe hands
with me.

I pat his shoulder and he nod his head,

before leaving the house. I looked at Yondi
and gave her my widest smile, she looked
at me confused.

Me: How scary was I?

Yondi: What? You did that on purpose?

Me: Tshini ewe, I had to get on daddy

mode. So…
I went and sat next to her, she hugged me
and cried I knew damn well that this
Fikelwa thing was taking a toll on her.

Me: It’s okay baby, daddy is here.

Yondi: Tata, why is she back? I hate

Fikelwa with my all, I hate her.

Me: Yondi ka tatakhe, I will deal with her.

The same way I dealt with la Zuko wakhe.

Yondi: I’m worried about sis Babsie’s,

safety. What if she sends people to go after
her and kill her?

Me: Nothing will happen to Babalwa or you,

ndisaphila.
She chuckled and looked at me giving me a
weak smile, I wiped her tears then kissed
her forehead.

Yondi: Can you imagine, Fikelwa thinks you

still want her?

Me: Babalwa told me. Fikelwa, ingathi azithi

dadobawo kuye.

Yondi: I’m starting to think her treating me

like shit growing up, was actually a painful
blessing in disguise.

Me: Njani? You were emotionally abused

by her and la Zuko wakhe! Not only that
they went and married you off to an abuser,
and turned a blind eye when you told them
about the abuse.

Yondi: I got to meet you kodwa. The fact

that she lied to me my whole childhood
saying you never wanted me, still repulse
me.

Me: Mntanam, please don’t allow your past

to get to you. You worked so hard on
leaving it behind.

Yondi: I know, my past is not the problem at

this point. She is, the sight of her makes me
angry. I hate her, Tata…I hate her so much,
sometimes I wonder if why God gave me
her as a biological mother.
Me: As long as she isn’t in your life, you
have me andithi? I’m your protector, ngcosi
yam.

She smiled looking at me then hugged me

again, I chuckled kissing the top of her
head.

Yondi: Thank you for always being there for

me, Tata wam. Uyi best father, number 1
wena.

Me: Ayicace, kaloku Ta Spizozo is very

unique.

Yondi: Uqalile ke.

Me: No nyani, ayikho top dog enje ngam.
Abanye oSimphiwe zikaka njee, abana that
thing.

She laughed and hearing her laugh made

me smile, I love my daughter.

Yondi: I wonder how does sis Babise,

handle you everyday.

Me: Kanti she handles me very well.

Yondi: Congratulations on your

engagement.

Me: Danko! So, yintoni Bragadier kuwe?

She sighed and tried sitting up right, but I
held her head to my chest. Why would she
run away from her father’s cuddles?

Me: Uyaphi? Tshini bekumnandi when you

cuddled with Bragadier, but you run away
from ezi zam cuddles kodwa ndingu yihlo!

Yondi: Haibo khona big difference kwi

cuddles zenu, I melt in his arms kaloku.

Me: Rhaaa! Tjuu une liver to tell me that,

hayini lo mntana.

She giggled, I like it when we have these

type of father and daughter moments. Not
all fathers out there are lucky to have a very
close bond, with their daughters.
Yondi: To answer your question…Ezile
andijoli naye if you want to know.

Me: Niyathandana?

Yondi: No, Tata. It’s complicated-

Me: Complications ezi theni? Ngaveske uthi

niyatyana njee.

Yondi: Hayi marn, I won’t have that talk with

you.

Me: Ngoba?

Yondi: Hayi tshini.

Me: Ngaske umithe unye for lonto!

She shifted and quickly jumped up, looking
at me. I stared at her confused.

Me: Yinton?

Yondi: I think ndimithi, only problem is that I

haven’t confirmed it yet.

Me: Tjuu, umithele igintsa? Do you know

what comes with that…

Yondi: I know. Me being a target ye enemy

zakhe, but let’s not overthink it hasn’t been
confirmed uba ndi pregnant.

Me: I would be happy mna if you pregnant.

Ndizoba si slaying Tamkhulu!
She looked at me serious, I rolled my eyes
at her and she smiled shaking her head
before sighing.

Me: What’s eating you? Talk to me.

Yondi: Ndiyoyika Tata.

Me: What? Does this have to do with the

miscarriage you had on your nightmare
marriage with la abuser?

Yondi: No, I’m just scared njee. Yazi, if it

happens I’m pregnant my aim is to be the
best mom.

Me: I sense a but…

Yondi: But, ndiyoyika to not be the best
mom.

Me: Yondi, I know you will make a great

mother. You love kids…

Yondi: Yeah ne, but let’s not get too

emotional about this ngoba maybe I’m not
pregnant.

Me: Does Bragadier know?

Yondi: No. I will tell him when it’s been

confirmed, besides he doesn’t like kids.

Me: Yabona ela gintsa lakho, ngathi liya

qeqa.
She laughed and I looked at her, I fear for
my daughter dating a well-known gangster
because I know consequences of le life
yama gintsa. But, I saw how they were
around each other when I got here finding
them all cuddle up and happy. I won’t be
that father who tell his daughter to “stay
away from ela gintsa”, because who knows
they might be meant for each other.

Me: Does he make you happy?

Yondi: Who, Ezile?

Me: Ewe. Does he make you happy?

Yondi: He does, the little time I spend with
him makes me feel some unexplainable
way.

Me: Hope he treats you well, okanye the

retired gangster in me will unleash if he
hurts you.

I looked at her and she nod, I won’t let no

man hurt my daughter mna. I go crazy
when it comes to Yondi’s saftey, health and
feelings. One mistake Bragadier does, he
will be history yena plus eza chomi zakhe.

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THE JOURNALIST.
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TEDDY GXAKA.
It’s lunchtime, Yondi and I were having
lunch at a restaurant. She hasn’t been
herself since morning and that kind of worry
me, I cleared my throat and she looked at
me.

Me: I noticed you haven’t been yourself

today.

Yondi: Uhhh, yeah. Just going through

some things njee.

Me: Wanna talk about them?

She sighed and looked down to her food,

before looking at me again.
Yondi: The woman who gave birth to me is
back in town.

Me: What?!

Yondi: Yeah, my father said he will deal

with her though.

Me: Mntase, I can’t imagine how you feel…

I mean-

Yondi: I know, let’s just drop it. My prayers

are not to bump into her again, because I
will let anger control me.

Me: I got you, if you need anything

ndikhona.
Yondi: Awuna choice.

We shared a laugh then went back to

eating, changing the topic.

Yondi: Lucky, asked to meet us after work.

Me: Meet us, where?

Yondi: He sent me the location, I will send it

to you too.

Me: Tjuu, I have a feeling that the surprise

engagement will be a success.

Yondi: Yhr, futhi no drama will be therem

since it will be their parents and friends.
Me: Busi uzoba happy, she really loves her
man.

Yondi: True that, just hope Lucky changed

for real. Indoda eyi cheatist is disgusting
shame…

I agreed with her, men are so foolish and

selfish shame. Example ngu Dumisani, I
thought what we had was real kanti he has
a wife yena. We had our lunch ne chomi
yam, when we were done she drove us
back to work and we continued with our
day.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
We knocked off at work, I was now driving
to the location Lucky asked us to meet him.
Yondi was driving her car, I was driving
mine and I couldn’t wait to get home and
take a long bubble bath. After a while, I got
to the location and Yondi was already
parked waiting for me. I step out the car
and walked to her…

Yondi: Let’s go in.

Me: Does Lucky own this place?

Yondi: I don’t know, maybe.

Me: Okay, masambe ke.

We walked to the door and rang the bell,

Lucky opened the door and smiled looking
at us.
Lucky: Ladies, please come in.

Yondi: Hello, so why are we here?

Lucky: I want us to finalize the surprise

engagement.

Me: Okay, while at that ikhona wine apha?

Lucky: Nah, khona whiskey qha.

Me: Hayike nevermind, ndi grand.

Yondi: I could do lo whiskey, I need

something strong.
Lucky looked at me with questioning eyes, I
shrugged and sat down next to Yondi on
the couch. Lucky, went to get this whiskey
and came back Yondi poured some for
herself.

Yondi: So, her dress for that night is sorted.

Me: Already? Haibo, inoba injani?

Yondi: Intle mntase, I’m actually taking Busi

for her fittings Friday.

Lucky: Good. Uhmm, she also needs to get

to the resturant ngo 20:00 Yondi. Ningabi a
minute late…

Me: Sarna wena, xa kuthethwa nge

punctuality kuthethwa ngo Yondi.
Yondi gulped the whiskey, I remembered
something and took the glass from her. I
mean what if she is pregnant? Yes it hasn’t
been confirmed but ndifuna uba cautious.

Me: Yondi…remember situation yakho?

Yondi: What situation?

I widened my eyes looking at her, she

gasped cussing under her breath.

Yondi: Fuck! I totally forgot, I’m too stressed

ingxaki.

Lucky: Kwenzeka ntoni? Yondi, whuzet…

Me: She-

Yondi: Nothing! Nothing, Teddy tshini…

She gave me the eye, I chuckled and nod

looking at Lucky. Who didn’t seem satisfied
by our behavior.

Me: Nothing wethu, just that she wants to

take a break from drinking.

Lucky: Ohhh. So, can I show you guys the

ring?

Yondi: No, obviously not! We want to be

surprised that night, phof mna ndifuna uba
shocked by the beauty of it.
Lucky: Okay, fine.

We kept on discussing if there should be

any changes made, but Lucky was having
none of that.
·
·
We spent an hour with Lucky, then we went
our separate ways when we were done
discussing. I first drove to a drive thru to get
dinner for myself, then after I drove straight
home. Upon my arrival, I was shocked to
find Dumisani’s wife at my doorstep.

Me: Indiphile, ufuna ntoni? You starting to

annoy me ngoku.
Indiphile: Well, you should have thought
about that before opening your ass for my
man.

Me: Your man came to me claiming he is

single, he had no ring on his finger so dika
yena not me.

Indiphile: Please, I just want to talk to you..

Me: Andifuni. Your obsession with me is

starting to annoy me, don’t make me drive
to the police and get you arrested.

Indiphile: Please, just 5 minutes of your

time.

Me: Fine! Only because I feel bad for

fucking umnyeni wakho.
I opened the door and walked in, she
followed me closing the door behind her. I
went to the sitting room and sat on the
couch, while she sat on hers.

Me: Thetha, I’m counting your minutes.

Indiphile: Dumisani, wants to marry you and

you can’t marry him.

I was shocked, why would Dumisani want

to marry me etshatile? He must be crazy!

Me: I wasn’t going to accept his proposal

even if you didn’t tell me.
Indiphile: Good, stay away from umnyeni
wam. You causing problems in my
marriage..

Me: Jonga, sit your hoeing husband down

and tell him to stay away from me.

Indiphile: Tell me…how do you do it?

Me: Do what?

Indiphile: Make him love you like that?

Me: You asking the wrong person, ask him

andithi nguye who approached me.
She stood up and came to kneel in front of
me, I looked at this weird woman. Utheni na
lo?

Indiphile: Please…please tell me perfume

yakho ke? Where do you buy your clothes
and make up artist yakho?

Me: Uphambene sisi?

I quickly stood up, she held on to my leg

crying. I tried removing her but she wasn’t
bugging.

Me: Voestek! Ndiyeke rhaaa!

Indiphile: Please tell me, I feel like if I would

look and do everything like you, Dumisani
would leave you and love me!
Me: Jonga, I understand your hurt ne? But
le uyenzayo is freaking me out, suba
creepy!

Indiphile: Teddy please, I’m desperate.

Me: Sarna, I will not tell you nix! I broke up

with your man, so ndiyeke and go talk to
him marn!

I pinched her and she let go of me, she

stood up and broke every breakable thing in
my lounge. She looked crazy, I used all my
strength and pulled her to one of my spare
bathrooms and locked her in there. She
kept banging the door, swearing and
screaming to the top of her lungs. I hope
my neighbors won’t be triggered by this
noise, hayini bethuna. I took my phone and
called Dumisani, telling him to come fetch
his wife.

[25 MINUTES LATER.]

He arrived holding at needle, I looked at
him.

Dumisani: Uphi?

Me: In the bathroom, she is screaming her

lungs out awuva?

Dumisani: She did this?

He asked looking at me upside down

lounge, I nod and he sighed marching to
the bathroom. I heard them argue and
minutes later the argument died, he came
back carrying Indiphile like a sack of
potatoes. She was unconscious…

Dumisani: I will cover for everything she

damaged, look-

Me: Yhey! Stay away from me wena, I’m

glad you going to cover for this mess ngoba
it’s your fault vele!

Dumisani: How is it my fault?

Me: If you kept your married dick in your

pants! None of this would have happened,
sies uyinja!

Dumisani: Baby-
Me: Yhey voetsek! Voestek! You better stay
the fuck away from my life, yandiva?

Dumisani: Unfortunately, that won’t happen

Teddy. I’m going to marry you, I love you..

Me: Hamba apha! Hamba!

Dumisani: Sharp, kodwa we not breaking

up mna nawe.

He left carrying his wife, I looked at the

damage she caused and chuckled in
disbelief. I took my car keys and walked out
my house, driving to the police station to file
for a protection order against Dumisani and
his wife.
[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up and prepared for work, I’m not in
my best moods today. I wore my skinny
jeans, orange blouse and my nude heels. I
didn’t feel like putting on make up, so I just
wore my bob weave. 1 hour later, I was at
work with Yondi. I just told her about what
happened last night and she was shocked.

Yondi: Haibo chomi, she sounds like khona

something wrong mentally.

Me: You should’ve seen her, tjuu she was

freaking me out.

Yondi: I’m glad you filed a protection order

against them, hayi kaloku ayikho le.
Me: Tshini! She damaged my things, glad lo
ungu Dumisani said he will cover it.

Yondi: Don’t you want to crash by my place,

while they fix the damage?

Me: Nope, ndi good. You worried that he

might harm me?

Yondi: Ewe, what if he does?

Me: He won’t go against protection order.

She sighed and nod her head, we spoke a

bit before starting with our work. We should
be careful uba sivuma bani, I never thought
I would be blind to notice that Dumisani is a
married man. THE JOURNALIST.
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BUSI NTLONGO.
It’s Saturday morning, I just woke up and
my husband wasn’t next to me this
morning. I sighed taking my phone on the
pedestal then leaned on the headboard,
scrolling through my Instagram. The door to
the room opened and Lucky, walked in
carrying a tray of breakfast I couldn’t help
but smile.

Me: Is that for me?

Lucky: Ewe, Ntliziyo yam.

I watch him walk to the bed, he was

wearing a apron with boxers under it. I was
drooling looking at his sexy self…
Lucky: You could always rip off the apron, if
you want.

Me: Huh? Uhm…

Lucky: I can see you drooling for me,

beautiful.

Me: Hayi, I don’t drool mna.

He chuckled and gave me a peck, placing

the tray with breakfast on top of him as I
went to the ensuite to brush my teeth.
When I was done I went back to him, he
smiled looking at me as he fed me
confessing his undying love for me.
Me: Should I be worried?

Lucky: Hayi, why?

Me: You being extra sweet, kwenzeka

ntoni?

Lucky: Haibo, let me shower you with love

baby.

Me: Okay ke.

I smiled opening my mouth as he fed me

the piece of sausage, he gave me that sexy
look of him making me blush.

Lucky: Zokwenza ntoni namhlanje?

Me: Yondi and Teddy, will take me out.

Lucky: You lucky to have friends like them,

people you can count on.

Me: I never thought I would ever have

friends, but I guess their realness and
honesty is what attracts me most to this
friendship.

Lucky: Yeah. Even though Yondi hates me,

I have to admit she is a true friend.

Me: What’s the issue between you two?

Lucky: Uhh, nothing big.

Me: Ohh, okay.

We kept chatting as he fed me, giving me
kisses here and there. It’s the little things he
does that makes me fall for him more, tjuu
uNtlantla sarna.
·
·
It’s 12:00pm in the afternoon, I was now
with Yondi and Teddy. Well Liyema,
couldn’t join us she said she will see us
tonight at the Gala dinner.

Me: I’ve been meaning to ask guys…

Teddy: Ask, chomi.

Me: This Gala dinner we going to tonight, is

it something work related?
Yondi: Uhhh, yeah…it is. Theni you having
doubts?

Me: No, just wondering why did I have to

design a dress for it. Now you guys are
taking me out to be glammed.

Teddy: Hayi kaloku, funeke sibebahle

tshini!

Yondi: Besides, there will be cameras

flashing everywhere. You wouldn’t want to
look dull, uzo trend for lonto after.

Me: Mmm, okay I’m looking forward to the

food.
They giggled and we began with our day.
We went to the salon, we went for some
waxing appointment and shit always
painful. We were now having something to
eat, at one of the resturants.

Me: So, asizo yenza make up?

Yondi: Don’t worry, we hired a make up

artist. She will meet us at my house.

Me: Okay ke, so Teddy?

Teddy: Yebo, dear.

Me: You mentioned that uzosishiya, after

eating?
Teddy: Ohh yes, ikhona something I have
to sort out.

He looked at Yondi, she looked elsewhere

clearing her throat. I sipped my juice,
wondering what is up with them.

Me: So Yondi, where to after this?

Yondi: We are going to get your dress at

the designer shop.

Teddy: Khona how is the making of your

business going, Yondi?

Yondi: It’s making progress, ngaske ndive

kuthiwa the building is done and I already
hired some people.
Teddy: Can’t wait to see it, when will the
opening launch of it be?

Yondi: As soon as it is done and fully

furnished.

I smiled, I’m happy she is starting a side

business for herself. She mentioned
opening a Graphic Design business, and
I’m excited to see it up and running. After
sometime, Yondi and I went to get my
dress, it fitted me perfectly and it looked
very nice. Yondi’s phone rang and she
excused herslef to answer it. The designer
looked at me smiling, while I stood in front
of the mirror admiring the dress.
Designer: It looks good on you, all eyes will
be on you today.

Me: Trust me, I feel gorgeous wearing it. I

like the details on the dress.

Yondi came back smiling, she looked at me

then put her hands together.

Yondi: We have to go, khulula you will have

plenty of time to wear this baby tonight.

Me: Okay, let me quickly take it off.

She nod and I left her with the designer,

going back to the fitting room to remove the
dress. I wore my clothes and got out the
fitting room, the designer took the dress
and put it on one of those dress bags. The
designer gave us the dress and thanked us
for the support, we walked out the store.

Yondi: Mind if we pass by Wimpy first? I’m

so craving for their Bar-One Gourmet
Milkshake.

Me: Okay, but first let’s take this dress to

the car.

Yondi: It really suits you, the boobs pop up

so glorious kuyo.

Me: Enkosi mntase, all thanks to you for

recommending me to that designer.

Yondi: She is the best!

We kept a conversation as we walked to
the parking, we got to her car and neatly
laid the dress at the backseat. She locked
the car and we walked to Wimpy, she got
what she wanted and I ordered a Kit Kat
waffle.

Yondi: Tjuuu this is so nice, mntase! Wanna

taste mine?

Me: Ewe, it looks mouth watering.

She pass it to me and I tasted it, I hummed

because no it was good. She giggled taking
it back and we had our milkshakes, I think 2
people came to our table just to take
pictures with Yondi Mndini. She is really
loved, who wouldn’t love Yondi phof? I
mean she is loveable sarna. Later that day,
we are now at her house preparing for
tonight. The make up artist really did a good
job I have to say, Yondi helped me wear my
dress and she wore.

Me: Asibahle, heads will definitely turn once

we enter the venue.

Yondi: I know right, is it me or this dress

looks tight on me?

She said swirling for me, she was wearing a

Asymmetric Hem One Shoulder Dress and
trust me it look good on her body.

Me: Mntase, it looks perfect trust me. You

sure awuyo twin ka Beyonce? Because
your body sarna, hayi yenza jealous.
Yondi: Ohh hayike wena, you and always
complimenting my body.

Me: Umhle umzimba wakho and I know you

know that.

She blushed and put on her Rolex watch,

we looked good and smell rich.

[AT OUR DESTINATION]

When we arrived at our destination I was
shocked to find my parents, Lucky’s
parents, Lucky’s friends and my friends with
2 other females I wasn’t familiar with. I
looked at Yondi surprised as my husband
approached us looking expensive like
always.
Me: What’s going on? Yondi, I thought you
said we going to a Gala dinner.

Lucky: Well she had to lie for me, I wanted

to surprise you with this.

Me: Is this why you were acting shady?

Lucky: Shady is not a good word, Ntliziyo

yam.

He kissed my lips and hugged me, Yondi

was long away from us. He lead me to
everyone and I greet, our mothers were so
excited and happy andazi nam why. I
looked at the two other females…

Me: Uhm, hello.

Lucky: Baby. This is Mpumi, she is Sive’s
lover. Omnye ngu Siyakha, she is Mahle’s
lover.

Mpumi: Hey.

Siyakha: Hello, nice to meet you.

Siyakha seemed shy, really shy sarna. I

wonder how does she handle a man like,
Mahle that guy can be loud xa efuna.

Me: Nice to meet you both, I’m Busi his

wife.

We all sat down on the table and dinned,

everyone mingling and laughing here and
there. I was happy Liyema was here, even
though I was still lost kwenzeka ntoni.
Sometime later, we were done eating and
we had a few drinks. Lucky went down on
his knee, everyone cheered while I was
shocked. He took my left hand, then
removed the ring I had on my ring finger.
We got those rings after being traditionally
married, he took out a small ring box.

Me: Lucky?

Lucky: Hey, Ntliziyo yam.

Me: Are you doing what I think you doing?

Lucky: Making you mine legally, yes.

I was so emotional, I looked at Yondi who
gave me a wink smiling. Our parents
seemed very happy, his friends with Liyema
and Teddy were taking videos. Yondi
couldn’t take videos since, Bragadier had
her in his arms like she was planning to run
away. I looked at my husband, who seemed
nervous suddenly.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, I know I haven’t been

the best husband to you. I cheated on you
and I was selfish never considered that
would affect you. I told myself “NEVER
AGAIN”, because I almost lost you and that
really killed me.

He sighed opening the box, I sniffed wiping

my tears.
Teddy: Haibo! Don’t ruin the make up ngo
mfinya, chomi!

Everyone laughed, this one and always

throwing crazy comments when least
expected.

Lucky: So, I had a lot of thinking mna as

uNtlantla Ntlongo. I thought to myself “lo
mntana yi Ntliziyo yam, so why not just
marry her legally?” I have no doubts that I
want to spend the rest of my life with you,
grow old with you and even die with you. So
ngalo mdandatho, ndithi please be my wife
again?

Me: Of course I will! Yes, baby!

Everyone cheered and clapped as he slid
the ring on my finger, he stood up and
helped me up then we kissed.

Yondi: Yaaas!

Mama: Ohh Yondi, awusavuyi ngathi

nguwe who is engaged.

Yondi: Tjuu Ma! My heart is literally doing

flapjacks.

Everyone laughed and she excitedly came

to my side and gave me a hug,
congratulating me. The others
congratulated me as well, my ring was so
beautiful sarna. Music played and we
shared a dance, everyone was having fun
dancing to the love song. The parents
asked to leave and I thanked them for
coming. So it was us the young ones left.
Teddy and Akhona, were dancing together
and it’s cute how these hardcore gangsters
don’t mind Teddy being gay.

Me: Akhona seems fond of, Teddy.

Lucky: Teddy and him, badume ngento

efanyo kaloku. They are loud and talkative.

Me: Thank you for tonight and seeing a

future with me.

Lucky: So, we are going to be away for a

few days.

Me: Where to?

Lucky: I booked a beach house, just for me
and you.

Me: How far is it from here?

Lucky: It’s a 2 hours drive.

Me: Okay. Yazi, ndirhalela ntoni?

Lucky: Urhalela ntoni, Ntliziyo yam?

Me: Umthondo wakho, ndiwu funa deep

inside me.

I touched his dick, he was already erected

so I smiled as he cleared his throat.
Everyone was in their zoneTHE
JOURNALIST.

INSERT 55.
BUSI NTLONGO.
It’s Sunday ke, and you know what people
say about Sundays? Apparently it’s for
lovers, which is why Lucky had so many
activities for us to do today. We were in the
beach house, he really booked it for us. I
looked at the suitcase he claimed has my
clothes, I wonder when did he get time to
pack them. I opened it and it had new
designer clothes only, with some
scandalous lingeries.

Me: Look at this one, already prepared for

le vacation.
I said talking to myself, Lucky was taking a
shower in the ensuite. I checked out all the
clothes and noticed there was another
zipper inside the suitcase, I opened it and
was welcomed by a few sex toys. I quickly
closed the suitcase with shock, with my
heart racing.

Me: Baby!

Lucky: Yes, baby!

Me: Did you pack le suitcase?!

Lucky: Nope! I kind of asked your friend to

sort that out, gave him my card to buy you
new clothes for le vacation! Why?!

Me: Uhmm, nothing…just wanted to know.

Lucky: Okay? Ndiyaku thanda, Ntliziyo
yam!

Me: I love you too, baby.

I chuckled and took my phone, texting

Teddy asking him about the sex toys he
packed. He confirmed that he indeed
packed them, and I should use them on
Lucky just the way the BDSM tutorials
showed us. Yes bethu, during our sex
lessons we went as far as watching tutorials
on how to use sex toys, my friends are so
weird shame.
·
·
We went out for breakfast and it was
peaceful and fun, we even went bike riding
which was super scary for me but my
husband seemed to enjoy it.

Me: Haaa, did you really have to choose

bike riding?

Lucky: Haibo, what’s wrong with it?

Me: Shit is a bit scary, tjuu hayi baby.

Lucky: Ingxaki yakho, uligwala.

He chuckled and kissed me making me

blush. We went to art centre and wrote
poems for each other, we went to a ice-
cream date.
Me: Ndi sure enemy zakho would say you a
weakling at this point.

Lucky: Tshini, I don’t care mna. If they call

me a “bitch” because of doing all these fun
things nawe, yeyabo leyo.

Me: Mmm, lucky me hey. But aren’t you

afraid ngale illegal life wakho?

Lucky: No. Theni you want me to stop being

a gangster?

Me: I won’t stop you from being what you

like, just make sure ndi safe mna.

Lucky: Always kaloku, safety yakho matters

apha kum.
We sat in the Ice cream shop, chatting and
ordering different flavours of ice cream. We
went to watch a film, guys kumnandi
uthandwa shame. Later that night, we went
out for out for dinner.
·
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××××××
LUCKY NTLONGO.
When I said I’m changing my cheating
ways, I meant every word. Proposing to
Busi was one of the best decisions I took
and I’m happy she agreed to be my wife
again. It’s 20:00pm at night and we were
cuddling on the couch of the open lounge,
she was admiring her ring.
Busi: But baby, this ring suits me yabona?

Me: Ndi sure your wedding ring will suit you

more.

Busi: So wena waqonda ufuna white

wedding?

I smiled pulling her closer to me and gave

her a tongue kiss, we pulled out the kiss
seconds later.

Me: Andithi we had our traditional wedding?

So, I thought why singa veske sishaye ne
white yabo. If it was up to me, I was going
to marry you traditionally again.

Busi: Why?
Me: Kaloku…our marriage was arrangedm,
but we happened to fall for each othet. So
this time us being traditionally married
without being foreced, would be amazing.

Busi: Unfortunately we can’t have that

second traditional wedding ke.

Me: Andazi marn, I should ask my dad if

are we allowed to have a second one.

She looked up to me smiling, I reallg love

her shame. Umntana bantu, is literally
Intliziyo yam in human form.

Me: Let me go take a quick shower.

Busi: Okag, you will find me here.

Me: Haibo, aren’t you going to join me?

Busi: No, go now.

I kissed her before standing up and left her

in there.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

I step out the ensuite with a towel wrapped
on my lower body, I froze at the sight of my
wife dressed in a white scandalous lingerie.
My dick grew hard and twiched under the
towel, fuck!

Me: Ntliziyo yam?

Busi: Hello, I’ve been waiting on you.

Me: Kwenzeka ntoni ?

Busi: What do you think?

I looked at the cuffs on the bed, I creased

my eyebrows looking at her, she gave me a
devious smile.

Me: Are those cuffs for you?

Busi: No, they are for you.

Me: Ntliziyo yam, I like being dominant

during sex in case you forgot.

Busi: Shame. Uzothini ke ngoku?

She walked to stand in front of me, I
swallowed as she removed the towel
around my waist. My hard dick was now
exposed.

Busi: You like wild during sex andithi?

Me: Ewe, Busi wenzani.

She pushed me to the bed, she had me lie

on my back and cuffed me making it known
she is in charge. Trust me she lot hot and
sexy, but yhey hayi marn.

Me: Baby, uncuff me kaloku…

Busi: Not happening, andithi you cheated
because ndiyi “frozen chicken” during
umdavazo?

Me: I thought we past lonto.

Busi: So, thula ke. Let me explore le body

yakho, wena be the frozen chicken today.

She gave me a foreplay, teasing me as I

groaned like injured animal. My dick pained
because of arousal, her teasing me and
keeping off my penis made me long for her
more.

Me: Shit, baby!

With each storke she gave, my ears

became numb and I curled my toes
groaning. Pre-cum dripped from my tip, she
sucked on my balls massaging them.

Me: Aaaarg, baby…fuck!

I was now sweating because of the hotness

I felt, andazi what demon possessed her
but she is going wild kule foreplay. She
scooped some of the drips of pre-cum and
jerked my dick with it. She went on and
sucked my dick, deep throating and
gagging. She went on for a while, I let out a
loud groan trying to break of these cuffs as I
felt myself about to explode.

Busi: Shoot your load in my mouth,

sukoyika baby.
I started to shake and offload my sperm in
her mouth, she swallowed and looked at
me smiling.

Busi: Usathi ndiyi frozen chicken?

Me: Baby, remove ezi wei please.

Busi: Andifuni, I told you moc I’m going to

drive you wild. You like wild moc wena.

She kissed me, and held my dick sliding the

tip up and down her wet pussy. She pulled
out the kiss and slid down my dick
moaning, I groaned feeling her pussy
clench my dick.

Busi: Aaa…fuck.
Once the full length was inside her, she
balanced her hands on the bed giving me a
close up of my dick in her pussy. I watch
her swirl her waist, riding me and playing
with her clit. Yhey uze kakubi, Busisiwe
Ntlongo rhaaa!

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°, not

minding us. Le frozen chicken indim, should
show him that ndiyekile uba frozen during
umdavazo. All thanks to Teddy and Yondi’s,
sex classes I know a few sex styles.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 56.
YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Monday and it’s a public holiday I woke
up craving for a Wimpy, Farmhouse
Breakfast so I told myself I’m going to the
resturant just to eat it. I took my phone and
saw a text from Ezile, he was telling me he
loves me and uzondi bona namhlanje. My
phone rang and it was him…

[PHONECALL.]
I smiled then answered the call, leaning on
my headboard.

Ezile: Baby, uright?

Me: Ndiright, wena?

Ezile: Hayi ndi sharp, I miss you ke wethu.

Me: Nyani?

Ezile: Ewe, pha ngo 14:00pm ndizojikela

apho ne?

Me: Ndizobona ngawe.

Ezile: Kaloku, I want you to accompany me

to the orphanage.

Me: Wena and kids? Hayi, the world is

coming to an end.

Ezile: My mother sent me pha, ucinga mna

ndinga visitela otikoloshe.
I laughed and we kept talking, 30 minutes
later I prepared myself for the day. You
know the normal morning routine, it’s still
09:00am and I’m still gunning for that
Wimpy breakfast. I wore my black chain
print shirt, skinny jeans and a white Puma
sneaker. My lace frontal weave was in a
neat bun, I had no make up on and I still
look beautiful.
·
·
I was at Wimpy, having my second plate of
the Farmhouse Breakfast I craved. I don’t
know why I have so much appetite, but
yhey ndiyatya straight. Someone pulled the
chair opposite me, I looked at this person
and it was Kumkani. He smiled at me and I
returned the smile chewing.
Kumkani: Hey.

I waved and he chuckled, calling a waiter.

He placed his order and I stopped the
waiter before he left.

Me: Uhm, ndicela undiphatele a Gummy

Grape Milkshake.

Waiter: Would that be all? Or uzofuna your

third plate of Farmhouse breakfast?

Me: Haaa, ndilambile so don’t judge me

tshini! But…that would be all.

I smiled looking at him, he smiled at me too

and left. I sipped my water then looked at
Kumkani, who had his eyes on me with a
raised eyebrow.
Me: What?

Kumkani: Nothing, I’d rather keep shut

ngoba I don’t want to offend you.

Me: Hayi, thetha tshini!

Kumkani: Okay. Are you pregnant?

Me: What? No, I’m not.

Kumkani: Ohhh, guess your appetite is just

on the pits.

Me: Yeah. Anyways unjani?

Kumakni: Awesome wena?

Me: Perfect, chomi.

He chuckled and we continued talking, the

waiter brought out orders and collected my
empty plate giving me my milkshake with a
smile.

Me: Hayi, one would swear you crushing on

me?

Waiter: Who wouldn’t crush on you? Umhle

kanje, sisi wam.

Me: Awww, enkosi. Futhi thanks for your

wonderful service.
Waiter: Anytime.

He left, Kumkani chuckled and I smiled

looking at him.

Kumkani: Flirtatious much?

Me: That wasn’t flirting, it was being nice

tshini.

Kumkani: Mmm, hayi ndiyakuva madam.

I drank my milkshake as we kept chatting,

can I be honest? I couldn’t help but feel the
need to buy a pregnancy test at the
pharmacy, as soon as I leave this resturant.
Because honestly speaking, lento yam of
ndi pregnant or not has to be confirmed so
that I will be in the know.
[AT MY HOUSE.]
The time is 12:30 in the afternoon, I was
pacing up and down my room nervous to
check on the results. Well I finally took the
home pregnancy tests, I bought 8
ClearBlues just to see if zonke will say the
same thing. If it says I’m pregnant, I will
consider going to a Gynecologist just to
have my final confirmation.

The timer went off, meaning it’s time to

check the results. I hurried to the ensuite
and picked up each pregnancy stick up,
tears formed my eyes and my heart raced
as they all said I’m PREGNANT. Tjooo,
ndafa ngu Bragadier sarna!

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EZILE FANATHI.
I was so excited to see my woman, no I
should make things official with her
because it already feels like sikwi
relationship. Yondi, really is the woman I
need and want in my life she is just a full
package. She is smart, loving and yonke
lanto marn kutsho mna uGuluva wakhe. I
drove in her yard and revved my car, the
feeling of doing this while visting your
woman is so amazing.

I step out my car and took the cluster roses

I got for her, with some chocolate.
Important into yoku spoil.a intombi yakho,
worse umntu omthanda nyani. I barged in
her house and I found her drinking those
Ultramels in a small cartoon box.
Me: Baby! Uright?

Yondi: Ndiright wena?

Me: Sharp. I got these for you,

Mafungwashe omhle.

She blushed and I gave her the roses and

chocolate, after giving her a wet kiss.
Everything we do together is just perfect,
we are made for each other.

Yondi: Enkosi, they smell good.

Me: You sure uba uright, baby?

Yondi: Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired njee qha.

Me: Mmm, okay so are you ready for us to
leave?

Yondi: Let me put these in a suitable place

then sizo hamba.

She stood up and I pulled her to me, she

giggled as I stared at her mesmerizing
eyes.

Me: Awumhle, where did you go? Or

unxibele mna?

Yondi: Hayi, I went out on a solo breakfast.

Umhle nawe, unuka kamnandi too.

I smiled kissing her, she wrapped her

hands around my neck as we kissed
passionately. I was wearing my neutral in
colour, Men Quarter Zipper Polo Shirt,
black jeans and my Beige Nike sneakers.
She pulled out the kiss, I spanked her as
she stood up leaving her perfect scent
smelling all over me. Hayi rhaa, ndiyi gone
guy mna ndincameni!

[AT THE ORPHANAGE.]

So my mother called and told me, I’m here
to get something of hers from the lady who
owns the orphanage. Once I told her I was
with Yondi, she told me that when I drop
her things I should bring Yondi with.

Me: Ndi impatient, when are we getting

assisted?

Yondi: Patience wethu, sungxama we just

got here.
Me: I’m glad we won’t be bumping to any
kids.

Yondi: Why are you not fond of kids?

Me: Andazi, I just don’t like kids. Andina

bubele wabantwana mna, angeke.

Yondi: So meaning you don’t want kids in

the future?

She asked taking the colouring book on the

table in front of us, with 4 crayons.

Me: I don’t want kids at all. Plus, I can’t be

having kids when I’m living this dangerous
life.
Yondi: Ohh okay.

I watch her put the colouring book on my

lap, she pagd through it and fond a suitable
page to colour. Why is she so perfect? I
love her nyani sarna, yi soulmate yam le,
my ride or die. I watch her as she starts
colouring.

Me: Awumdala for krayonisha, baby.

Yondi: Ayina age colouring njena.

Me: Suka, kawuze nam ndithi capha

ngeyam colour.
Yondi: What kind of hardcore gangster are
you? Busy with colouring books…

Me: The kind who becomes a softie around

the one I love.

She stopped what she was doing then

looked at me smiling, why am I feeling
butterflies in my stomach?

Yondi: You love me?

Me: More than anything, sijola nini khona?

Yondi: Once wajola nam, you will see me

nakwi beer sarna.
Me: Baby, I already get hallucinations about
you njena.

She shook her head blushing and went

back to her colouring, I smiled looking at
her focus on the colouring. I pulled her chin
up to look at me, using my index and
middle finger and we had a very deep eye
contact. I snapped out of my trance when I
felt her peck my lips, I bit my lower lip
closing my eyes before looking at her
again.

Me: Umhle marn, oko moc. Even naxa

u’crusty veske ube juicy, baby.

Yondi: Ufuna ndi blush.e ne?

Me: You are blushing njena, sthandwa sam.

I was about to kiss her when someone
cleared their throat, I closed my eyes in
annoyance. Why engena timing lomntu?
We looked at the person, it was this old
woman smiling at us.

Lo mama: Molweni, bantwana bam.

Yondi: Molo, ma.

Me: Sho, magriza. Kunini silinde apha?

Yondi pinched me, I looked at her frowning.

Me: You pinching me tshini, haibo.

Yondi: Suba rude nawe.

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 57.
YONDI MNDINI.
That same Monday at night, Ezile was
driving me home we came from his parents
house.

Me: Tjoo, I’m so full. Mamakho, really

knows how to feed umntu.

Ezile: I know right, she is really fond of you.

Me: Yeah, even your father. Yazi you look

like your dad.

He chuckled and I smiled, rubbing my belly.

I quickly stopped and wondered if I should
tell Ezile about this pregnancy. Or maybe I
should tell him after I made my final
confirmation with the Gynecologist
tomorrow? But he made it clear that he
doesn’t want kids, no I won’t tell him.

Ezile: Baby?

Me: Hmmm?

Ezile: You good? I have been calling you

for the past 10 seconds.

Me: No, I’m good…just thinking.

Ezile: Thinking about what?

Me: Nothing serious, ubuzo thini?

Ezile: I was wondering if uzoba available for
the weekend?

Me: What’s going to happen?

Ezile: I want me and you to spend

sometime together, pha kwam.

Me: Okay. Kodwa Guluva ngoveske wathi

“baby ndicela unditakele”.

He chuckled stealing a glance at me, before

focusing on the road again.

Ezile: Ubuzo vuma?

Me: Yeah, I mean I miss your big boy truck.

Ezile: So my dick is the only thing important
to you?

Me: I mean imnandi, so ewe.

Ezile: Tjoo! The audacity, so you love my

dick more than me?

Me: Your dick has that magical abra

cadabra, so I have to admit that ewe.

He laughed and can I just say he laugh so

expensive, I smiled looking ahead the road
as we drove pass the night lights. 35
miinutes later, he dropped me off at home
making sure that ndingene safe. I stripped
naked and wore my pyjamas, with a head
wrap then got in bed after charging my flat
phone.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up around 06:30am then called my
boss, I asked him to grant me permission to
arrive at work a bit later since I’m going to
the hospital and he agreed. I closed my
eyes leaning on the headboard, putting my
hands over my belly.

Me: Nana, if you really there I’m afraid you

going to add to the percentage of growning
up being raised by a single mom. Because
your father, doesn’t want kids tuu.

I sighed then opened my eyes, tjoo hayi

sarna. I’m willing to be the mother and
father of this baby, I will choose lo mntana if
I have to. I step out of bed and fixed it, I
opened the blinds and windows then slowly
walked to the ensuite to brush my teeth.
When I was done with that, I took a relaxing
bath thinking about the baby I’m probably
carrying. I chuckled at the thought of “No
More Alcohol” for me, since ndizi thwele.

I was now lotioning my body, when my

phone rang and it was my father. I
answered it putting it on loudspeaker.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Tata ka Yondi?

Tata: Hello, Yondi ka tatakhe. Uright?

Me: Ndi right wena?

Tata: I woke up in a good mood, because of
a dream.

Me: What was the dream about?

Tata: I dreamt about you, holding a baby

wrapped in a blanket.

I sighed and thought that, why shouldn’t I

just tell my father what’s up.

Me: Maybe, ububoniswa that ndi mithi.

Tata: What?! So ndizobayi slaying

grandpa?

Me: I guess. Izolo I took home pregnancy

tests and all 8 said I’m pregnant, but this
morning I decided to see a Gynecologist
just to have my final confirmation.

Tata: Please, the minute you find out you

pregnant. Call me ne? Yhuu I’m so happy!

I giggled, well at least I have my father by

my side. Ezile can go to the nearest hell, if
he won’t want this baby. It’s not like
ndimenze ndedwa futhi, but yeah.

Me: I will tell you Tata, uphi sis Babsie?

Tata: Making me breakfast. Wanna guess

unxibe ntoni?

Me: No, no don’t even tell me.

Tata: She is wearing a lingerie, tjooo
mntanam la sisi is killing me!

I laughed my dad and always telling me

things, I don’t want to know.

Me: Bye Tata, before you traumatize my

ears.

Tata: I love you, mntanam.

Me: I love you, Tatam.

We blew air kisses to each other before

dropping, I smiled happily. My dad is just
something else, he knows how to brighten
my day. I wore my jeans from Legit and a
white Solid Leg of Mutton Sleeve Blouse. A
white Christian Louboutin leather heel,
puffed some of my Miss Dior fragrance I
didn’t bother doing any make up. Just had
my eyelashes and eyebrows fixed, with
some Nude lipstick.

Me: Yhr ne, it is what is Yondi.

I walked out my room, holding my handbag

and my laptop bag with other necessary
work stuff. My phone vibrated in my hand, I
put my belongings on the kitchen counter
then checked my phone. It was a picture
sent by Ezile, a picture of him wearing his
suit sitting in his office smoking a cigar and
damn don’t he look hot.

My reply: Hayi! Why do you look so

yummy? Waske wayi Lindt chocolate nyani.
Ezile’s reply: Kaloku, mayicace uba nditya
le khumeme yakho imnandi. Yabona ndine
glow?

My reply: Tsii madoda!

I wished him a good day and he replied

saying he loves me, I raised my eyebrow
biting my lower lip thinking about his
reaction once he finds out I’m pregnant. I
went offline on WhatsApp then grabbed a
banana, walking out the house. After
locking, I pressed my remote opening my
garage before going in my car. One thing
about me, I always make sure my car
smells good and it’s clean I mean this is
literally my baby.
·
·
I was now at the hospital, what I hated is
that some few people noticed me and
asked to take pictures with me. I don’t get
why people treat me like ndi famous, I’m
just normal like them. Finally, they let me go
and I walked to the Gynecologist I was
appointed to. I knocked before entering, he
looked up and smiled at me.

Me: Hey, doc.

Doc: Call me, Bathandwa sisi.

I smiled and nod, taking a sit opposite him.

Doc: So, you here for pregnancy test?

Me: Yeap, I took a home pregnancy test

and it confirmed I’m pregnant. But I just
wanted to be 100% sure, since those thing
can lie.

Doc: Good then. So do you have any

symtoms related to pregnancy?

Me: Not that I’m aware of, just my appetite

being too much and ohhh…few days ago I
felt nauseous but when I ran to throw up,
nothing happened.

Doc: That’s normal for a pregnant woman,

now let’s find out if you really pregnant or
not.

Me: Hell, yeah.

Doc: Azixoki ke ezi zam test, just so you

know.
We shared a laugh and he gave me a small
see through container, to pee on. I took it
and he told me where the ladies are, I did
what I had to do then minutes later I went
back to his office. He smiled as I gave him
the container that contained my pee.

Doc: Hayi, why is your pee so clear? Sure

you didn’t put water in here…

Me: Hayi, I didn’t what would I gain bhuti?

I chuckled nervously and he chuckled too, I

breathed out before sitting down again.

Doc: Anxious much?

Me: Super anxious, tjoo sex imnandi. But
hayi, it comes with consequences.

Doc: True that, and asizo ncama sex

ngenxa yezo consequences!

We laughed and he kept me distracted as

we wait for the result, 6 minutes later his
timer went off and he looked at me
smirking.

Doc: Ready?

Me: Ewe, what do they say?

He looked at them and smiled, giving me

my result. I blew out a nervous breath.
Doc: Congratulations, you going to be a
mother in 7 months.

I looked at him then swallowed the lump on

my throat, yes guys I am 2 months
pregnant.

Me: Can I ask you something?

Doc: Yeah, go ahead.

Me: Won’t anything be wrong with my

baby? I mean ndiyasela so, le 2 months I
didn’t know about the baby and I drank
while pregnant.

Doc: Nothing will be wrong, are you

addicted to drinking?
Me: No, ndisela xa ndiyo groove.a, or
when I’m stressed sometimes.

Doc: Wine? Gin? What do you drink?

Me: Mostly wine, yayazi moc that’s what

most ladies like.

Doc: Well, I can assure you nothing is

wrong with umntana wakho. Just limit
drinking ngoku.

Me: Okay, I hear you.

Doc: Only one glass of wine, maybe a week

will be fine.
Me: One glass?

Doc: Yeah, it is recommended for pregnant

woman. Only if you want to…

Me: Nah, I think I should stick to no

drinking. I want my baby to be healthy.

Doc: Okay ke, goodluck on this pregnancy

journey.

Me: I’m praying I don’t experience all those

weird pregnancy symptoms.

He chuckled and I smiled, placing the tests

in my handbag. I thanked him then walked
out his office, as I passed the receptionist
she bid me goodbyes. I genuinely smiled
giving her a small wave, I went to where I
parked my car. As soon as I got in it, I took
my phone then called my father.

He answered on the first ring, I giggled in

disbelief.

Tata: And? And?!!

Me: Uzobangu slaying Tamkhulu, I’m 2

months pregnant.

Tata: Yabona ke! I need to celebrate ezi

good news, Babsie will be thrilled to hear
about this.

Me: Tata, please keep this between you

and sis Babsie for now.
Tata: Pholas, I know. I can’t wait to feel my
grandchild’s little kicks, his/her heartbeats
and seeing your moods change elkedaag.

I giggled at his excitement, I’m really lucky

to have this man as my father. Now the only
thing left is to see which day, I should tell
Bragadier about this pregnancy. Maybe I
should tell him on Friday night, since he
asked me to sleepover kule weekend. I
started my ignition and drove myself to
work, listening to some RNB songs.

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The old lady giggled, Yondi looked at her
smiling and I told the lady why we came
here. She asked us to follow her to her
office and we did. I held Yondi’s hand as
she kept a conversation with the old lady,
my prayers were for us to not bump into
any of the kids who live in this orphanage.
It’s weird how babies and kids love me, but
I’m not fond of them at all.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 58.
YONDI MDINI.
Wednesday morning, while I was busy with
my work I heard commotion. Some of my
colleagues obviously and Teddy, ran to look
what was happening while I remained there
minding my own business. There were
screams and shouts, it sounded like Mrs. L
and Inathi’s voice. Teddy came back and
looked at me so excited.

Me: Yintoni?
Teddy: Bitch, it’s a war zone that side!

Me: I think I heard Mrs. L and Inathi’s

voice?

Teddy: Ngabo! Apparently Inathi is

pregnant, the bump is showing!

Just then Mrs. L came towards my table,

looking like a hell flame with anger. She
was pulling Inathi by her hair, while Inathi
tried fighting her.

Inathi: Ndiyeke bitch! Ndiyeke !

Mrs. L: I will show you what bitch is!

Me: Mrs. L, your husband has clients over
his office. What’s all this commotion?

I asked standing up looking at her, Inathi

was pregnant and she was manhandling
her. Embarrassing her in front of everyone,
can’t Mpendulo hear this noise happening.

Mrs. L: I don’t care about clients!

Me: Okay, lungisa tone xa uthetha nam sisi.

Your husband is my boss, not you so
lungise lo tone.

Everyone around us gasped at my reply to

her, I was calm yet angry. Firstly, I don’t like
how she is handling Inathi I mean she is
pregnant!
Me: Would you mind not manhandling
Inathi, she is pregnant!

Mrs. L: Who are you to tell me?

Me: Someone who has the number of

Captain Thola, you can’t be handling a
pregnant woman like that.

Mrs. L: Does it look like I care?

Me: Clearly you don’t, you just being

unreasonable at this point.

She looked at me gobsmacked, no because

I’m super annoyed. What she is doing is so
unnecessary, I hate office drama or any
drama at all. She let go of Inathi, who
looked at me.
Inathi: Enksoi, Yondi-

Me: Don’t thank me! What’s all this? Are

you trying to tarnish this company’s name?
Your husband has very important clients
over.

Mrs. L: Well I don’t see them here. Uyaba

bona wena?

Me: I don’t have time for your tantrums, I

have work to do. I sat down on my desk, I’m
so tired of this woman shame. She thinks
she can walk all over everyone, just
because she has Mpendulo Lugalo as a
husband.
Me: Ndicela space, you guys are crowding
me.

Mrs. L: I need your help, in fact I want your

help.

Me: I’m sorry, andivanga uba uthini.

She flared her nostrils with anger, Inathi

stood there looking like a ghost with her
hair all over.

Voice: KWENZEKA NTONI APHA!

Everyone ran to their working stations as

Mpendulo asked that, he stood there
breathing fire.
Mpendulo: Ndibuzile, kwenzeka ntoni apha!
Yondi?

Me: Hayi andazi boss, I’m with my work.

Teddy: Your dear wife, caused yonke

drama boss.

Mpendulo: So ithi lonto, you guys should

entertain it? Do you guys know the lame
excuse I had to give my clients, when they
noticed le commotion while I was
accompanying them out the building?

It went silent, even me typing on my laptop

could be heard. I shook my head minding
my own business, it was so intense in the
room.
Mrs. L: Mpendulo-

Mpendulo: Amanda, you disrespect my

workplace now?

Mrs. L: You wanna talk about

disrespecting? When you disrespected our
marriage by fucking your P.A!

Tjooo, why is this woman disclosing their

issues to everyone na? Couldn’t she be the
good wife and ask to speak in the office.

Mpendulo: So ithi lonto come cause havoc

in my company? Futhi wena Inathi, where
have you been?

Inathi: Your husband held me hostage and I

managed to escape.
Mpendulo: Intoni? Amanda, yazi yintoni? IN
MY OFFICE NOW!

I shook my head in disbelief, tjoo hayi such

drama sarna.

Mpendulo: Including you, Yondi! Ndifuna

uyazi, why were you also entertaining le
nonsense.

I quickly looked up, haibo what did I do? He

was already gone down the passage, I
looked at Inathi and Mrs. L frowning.

Me: If I lose my job, I’m definitely burning

zonke weaves zenu.
I heard chuckles around the office, I wasn’t
trying to be funny but that was the first thing
I thought I should say. Teddy, wished me
goodluck before I went to Mpendulo’s
office, I knocked and walked in since the
door was open.

Me: Sir.

Mpendulo: Iphi la two some?

Me: I don’t know, bayeza probably. Boss,

please don’t drag me into mess yenu.

Mpendulo: Aaah! There you are, ngenani

and shut the door behind you.

Me: Mr. Lugalo-

Mpendulo: Yondi! Hlala phantsi, andikho
kwi mood.

I sighed sitting on of the seats, Inathi and

Mrs. L sat on theirs two. We looked at
Mpendulo loosen his tie, unbuttoning his
first 4 buttons then he gulped a glass of
whiskey.

Mpendulo: Now, ndifuna uyazi. Masimba

wantoni anga enzeka in my company?

I started telling him how all this started,

because I wanted to be out of this office. He
looked at his wife clenching his jaws, I side
eyed Inathi.
Mpendulo: Amanda, not only do you
disrespect my wokplace. But you have the
audacity to harass my employees?

Mrs. L: I never harassed anyone, if Yondi

listen to me she would know ndifuna ntoni!

Mpendulo: Ufuna ntoni kuye? Does she

have any business with you?

Mrs. L: No, but she is a well-known

journalist and I want her to write and article
about this bitch!

Inathi: Don’t call me a bitch!

Mpendulo: YHEY! Dammit, shut up. Just

shut it!
Me: Sir, can I leave-

Mpendulo: Yondi, ndithe hlala apho wena!

You will leave when I say so.

Me: Ok..ay.

I sat there quietly, I hope my mouth will

learn to shut up. Why am I always involved
kwi mess zabantu, I still don’t get why my
presences is needed here?

Mpendulo: Amanda, you kidnapped my

baby mama?

Mrs. L: You never wanted this child! Why

are you even calling her baby mama?
Mpendulo: Says who I never wanted this
child? Do I look like someone who
abandons their own blood?

Inathi: Ohh now it’s “your blood”, when you

told me to get rid of it!

Mpendulo: Well talk kakuhle later mna,

nawe. So phola, siyevana?

Me: I still don’t get why I am here?

Mpendulo: I want you and the rest of your

fellow journalist to organise a press
conference.

Me: Press conference? About…

Mpendulo: I’m adressing le issue yam or
should I say the affair Inathi and I had
publicly.

Mrs. L: WHAT?!

Me: Address as in, you telling everyone.

Even those who didn’t know?

Mpendulo: Yes. I don’t want people to

blame Inathi, about breaking my marriage.
Amanda and I, already had issues of our
own. So, ndim ingxaki kuyo yonke lento.

Me: Mmm, sir are you sure? Can’t you

three find a way forward and fix le issue in
private? I mean it’s actually none of
anyones business, we talking about
marriage issues here.

Inathi: Yondi, do you realize that my name

will be dragged in all of this?

Me: I’m sorry andivanga?

They looked at me as I chuckled in

disbelief, tshini thiza asoze.

Me: Uthi whose name being dragged?

Inathi: Mine, it’s unfair that ndizo trend for

nonsense-
Me: Nonsense? Uthi nonsense Inathi? You
sleeping with a married man knowing
unomfazi is nonsense?

Her face dropped looking at me, Mrs. L was

looking on at nothing. Just tears falling
down her face.

Me: It’s seems like awukho na sorry for

what you did? As for wena, Mr. L…your
affair happened behind closed doors so
why ufuna uyi address ngoku?

Mpendulo: I’m trying to block rumours.

Me: Do you know what I think? I think you

selfish, yeah. You are a very selfish person,
when you fucked Inathi repeatedly without a
condom. Bunga cingi about rumours?
He swallowed looking at me, I chuckled
feeling the need to spit out all I’m thinking.
It’s none of my business, but they dragging
me into it so why not just take le
opportunity.

Me: Problem yakho boss is that you never

considered your wife’s feelings kuyo yonke
lento. Inathi keeping this baby, she is
keeping it with hopes you would leave your
wife for her.

Inathi: Nonsense! That’s utter-

Me: If you say “Nonsense” again, I swear

ndizoku qwaba unye. Suzi phambanisa
kodwa, you wrong! All of you are wrong!
Me: Mrs. L, you were wrong for kidnapping
Inathi, manhandling her while pregnant and
causing commotion in front of everyone.

Mrs. L: What was I suppose to do, Yondi?

We all react different when it comes to
betrayal. I’m not monster, but hurt is turning
me into one.

Mpendulo: Amanda, baby look-

Mrs. L: No! I will go down to the police

station and report myself for kidnapping
your baby mama, I’m definitely meeting my
lawyer tomorrow to withdraw some divorce
papers.

Mpendulo: Baby, you know I love you.

Divorce is not an option.
Mrs. L: Well it is, Mpendulo. You proved to
me andikonelisi, not only did you fuxk your
P.A but you went and impregnant her. The
same P.A I treated like a sister…

I shook my head in disgust looking at Inathi,

who was now in tears. Isn’t this what she
wanted kanti?

Mrs. L: I won’t lose myself because of your

cheating ways, definitely won’t lose myself
because of bitterness. I mean…I already
done enough, holding a pregnant woman
hostage.

Mpendulo: What can I do to fix our

marriage, mfazi wam.
I smirked looking at Inathi, did she hear
what Mpendulo called Mrs. L? I went closer
to her ear and whispered…

Me: Mmm, uvile umbiza kamnandi kanjani?

She ignored me and continued crying, yhr

no amdoda zi magicians rhaa!

Mrs. L: Andithi you wanted to address our

issues to the whole world? So, why fix this
marriage when everyone will be in our
business? Why care if Inathi’s name is
being dragged or not? What about my
feelings?

Mpendulo: Okay, there won’t be a

conference but please don’t leave me.
Yayazi you my everything, I won’t make
sense without you.

Mrs. L: I’m still going to the station tp report

myself for kidnapping your baby mama, I
won’t have her use that against me kuba
efuna wena.

She stood up and fixed her pants looking at

Inathi, who was crying silently next to me.

Mrs. L: This should be a lesson for you to

never try sleeping with a married man.
Ziyakhala ngoku, Mpendulo is coming back
to his senses. He knows where home is,
wena? Zophila ne title of being a
homewrecker and baby mama.

Mpendulo: Baby, wait…Amanda!

He hurried after his wife as she left the
office, I looked at Inathi and chuckled.

Me: Yhr ne, I’m sure you had hope when

she mentioned the word “divorce”?

I stood up and pulled down my dress,

looking down at her.

Me: If I were you, I’d concentrate on my

baby. Try finding a hustle, so uzokwazi feed
umtana wakho and maintain yourself.
Okhanye, you expecting Mpendlo to give
you baby mama allowance?

I shook my head going out, tjooo hayi sarna

ndaske nda lamba yila drama I was in. Eyy
bethuna, let’s respect peoples marriages
and not try to wreck them if it was blessed.
Teddy looked at me as I approched the
working stations…

Teddy: Talk! What’s qhups?

Me: Ey kuningi, tjoo sarna.

He kept bombarding me with questions and

obviously I told him I will tell him afterwork. I
mean we journalists has sharp ears, so any
of our colleagues could be listening to us
gossip about our boss.

[LUNCHTIME.]
Teddy and I were having lunch as always at
a resturant, I just told him that I’m pregnant.
Teddy: Mntase, yhuu now I’m going to have
another godchild!

Me: Don’t be loud, I haven’t told Bragadier

that ndi mithi.

Voice: Umithi?

We quickly looked up in shock noTeddy,

what the hell is he doing here?

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 59.
YONDI MNDINI.
We looked at him as he waited for us to
answer him, what is he doing here? After a
month of managing to make him back off.

Sihle: Ndibuzile, are you pregnant?

Me: That is none of you damn business.

Sihle: So that gangster impregnated you?

Me: Jonga Sihle, I suggest you leave ne.

Stay out of my business and my life.

Sihle: Sweetheart, I’m part of your life.

Futhi, I will forever be part of it-

Me: Yhey! I don’t time for your obsessed

self today, ndithe hamba.
Teddy: Ewe go, before I cause enye drama
apha and uphume kakubi.

Sihle: This conversation is not over,

yandiva Yondi?

He left and I looked at Teddy sighing, who

had this look on his face.

Me: What was thinking even dating lamntu

before?

Teddy: You didn’t know he was this crazy, I

guess the only sane brother in his family is
Dayimani.
Me: What if Sihle go and tell Ezile about me
being pregnant? Tjoo, Teddy this is fucked
up.

Teddy: Yondi, focus on the positive. Wena

just try telling Ezile, before Sihle tells him. If
he will…

Me: I hope he won’t.

I drank the juice not knowing how to feel,

I’m suppose to be happy about my
pregnancy. But here I am, stressing hayi
sarna.
·
·
Later that day, afterwork I drove to Liyema’s
house. I miss her, she is so busy these
days and I thought why not visit her since
she is always not available. Plus, I don’t
want her to think we don’t care about her
anymore.

Me: So mntase, what have you been up to?

Liyema: Nothing much, except for being a

mother to my daughter.

Me: Lonto she is growing up so fast, ubaby

girl.

I had Iphemna in my arms like always when

I’m here, I really adore this little munchkin.

Liyema: Futhi I received a delivery on

Monday, you really spoiling lo mntana.
Me: Tshini, kids grow by the day. So, let me
buy this little one clothes whenever I see
something really cute.

Liyema: And ke! You always get her these

adorable outfits.

I smiled and kissed Iphemna, she reacted

with excitement to the kiss. She talked in
her baby language, I replied nam ke in
gibberish as we gossiped ne baby girl.

Liyema: Tjooo, anisancokoli. Tshini Yondi,

ude ube serious as if you understand what
Iphe is saying.

Me: Kanti I understand, we are basically

gossiping about you.
She laughed and went to get us something
to drink, she came back with juice and
poured it into glasses.

Liyema: Tjoo mntase, I have something to

tell you.

Me: I’m listening peto, what’s up?

Liyema: The night of Busi’s proposal, I

drove myself to Dayimani’s house.

Me: And you guys fucked?

Liyema: Please don’t judge me…

Me: I won’t judge you, have I ever judged

you before?
Liyema: Nope. What’s weird is I don’t feel
an ounce of regret for sleeping with him, he
really knows how to rock his waist in bed.

I chuckled looking at this bitch smile

thoughtfully, don’t tell me she is reminiscing
about that night.

Me: Hayi le bitch! So you last saw him that

day?

Liyema: Ewe. He kind of went to a business

trip the following day, after we fucked.

Me: So you planning on making him your

fuckbuddy?
Liyema: I wouldn’t mind, ngoba sex with
him is a blast.

We shared a laugh and continued chatting,

I’m happy we had sometime together.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
I was preparing dinner for myself, wearing
my short silk nightwear. I was making some
cheese macaroni humming with a smile on
my face, my phone rang on top of the
kitchen counter. I quickly ran to answer it, I
breathed out nervously seeing that it was
Ezile.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered the phone after a lot of think.

Me: Hey?
Ezile: Baby, ndicela uvule please.

Me: Ndivule? Wait, you here?

Ezile: Ewe, I missed you mna.

Me: Uhh…okay ndiyeza.

I dropped the call and sighed, what the

hell? Now my biggest worry was he was
going to notice I am hiding something from
him. I opened the door and he came in
immediately and he was carrying a Giftbag
from Cartier, with some roses too.

Me: You really planning to turn my house

into a garden ne?
Ezile: Can’t I spoil my woman?

Me: Your woman? Ndim lo woman

kengoku?

Ezile: Icacile, we have to make things

official and not play around.

I followed him to the lounge, he gave me

the giftbag smiling. I took it blushing and
took my phone then snapped some pictures
of my gift. He chuckled at my excitement…

Ezile: It smells good in here. What are you

cooking?

Me: Cheese macaroni, want some?

Ezile: Ndiyacela please. Futhi I thought you
once told me you not a fan of cheese?

Me: Uhm…well, I’m not.

Ezile: Yondi, is there something you need

to tell me?

Me: No. Let me open my gifts then I will

dish up for us.

He chuckled looking at me squinting, I

couldn’t even keep eye contact with him.
So, he gifted me with a 18K Saudi Gold
Cartie love bangle, a Authentic Cartier
Ballon Bleu watch, 18k Saudi gold earrings
and Catier Sunglasses. I sniffed wiping my
tears, he creased his eyebrows looking at
me with worry.

Ezile: Haibo baby, you not happy with what

I got you?

Me: No…just that I wasn’t expecting this.

Enkosi, they are beautiful.

Ezile: Anything for you, sthandwa sam.

I put the things on the table then sat on top

of him, giving him a kiss. We kissed and I
grind on his now hard erection, he groaned
as I took his dick out his pants and stroked
it.

Ezile: Baby, I think we should eat first

because once I fuck you andizoyeka.
Me: I don’t mind, ndizo hlutha yile dick
yakho mna.

He chuckled and I kissed him, he bit my

lower lip groaning as I slid down his dick
moaning. I sat on top of him for a few
seconds with his dick inside me, adjusting
to his size.

Me: Yhoo Ezile, kanti when will I get used

to your big boy truck?

Ezile: As long as uzohlalu tight kanje, trust

me izoba buhlungu oko.

I smiled then rode him, bouncing, swirling

and twerking on his dick. Our moans and
groans filled the room, I should enjoy this
while it last because after I tell him about
my pregnancy he will probably want nothing
to do with me.

·
·
Following morning, I woke up feeling tired.
Ezile fucked me last night, then we took a
shower before having dinner. He spent
sometime with me then left at midnight, I
touched my belly smiling. I will love this
baby no matter what, even if akana Tata I
will be the father and mother.

I prepared myself for the day, I was so not

looking forward to this day because I’m
tired. The love bangle Ezile gifted me
looked good on me, it matched my skin
tone and I told myself I will wear the
earrings too. I was wearing my basic Green
women’s suit with a black vest and my
black red bottom heels. I had my weave in
a neat bun, then some natural make up and
I was ready to go.

[2 HOUR LATER.]
While checking my emails at work, I got a
call from a unsaved number on my phone.

Me: Yondi Mndini, hello?

Person: Hello, you speaking to Ophola

Mnukwa.

Me: How can I assist you?

I sat up listening to her attentively, as she

told me she would like to meet me and give
me a scope if ndi available. She asked me
to meet her at a library called “MAJESTIC
COVE”, I agreed and I told her I will see her
in an hour. I dropped the call and went to
inform Mpendulo, I’m off to meet someone
who might have a scope for us so he
allowed me to leave.

I drove to the location I was given, at least

it’s a library a public space so no dangers
will come my way. I walked to the reception
area, such heavenly looking library maybe I
should come here when I try cracking some
of my stories and exposés next time.

Me: Hi sisi, I’m Yondi Mndini.

Receptionist: Ohh lovely meeting you, I

know who you are. The boss lady told me
she is expecting you, come this way.
I smiled and followed her, so whoever owns
this library has 2 Receptionist? Hayi she
must be rich, we walked in the office after
being told to come in. I stumbled at the
sight of Ziyabukwa Dyan, she looked like a
damn gorgeous.

Ziya: Aaaa, Yondi! Please come in, mntase

and have a seat.

I walked in and sat next to this other

gorgeous looking lady, who was with her.

Me: Molweni.

Ziya: Hello. I’m Ziya Dyan, this over here is

Ophola Mnukwa.
Me: Nice to meet you, ladies. Uhm, Miss
Ophola called me and told me you have a
scope for me?

Ophola: Yes, ready when you are.

I prepared myself and we began. They told

me about this Akhiwe lady who they want to
expose for killing Thembela Ncamzana.

Me: Wait, wasn’t Thembela killed by her

friend Mihle?

Ziya: Yes. Akhiwe was part of it too.

Ophola: We weren’t going to expose her,

but she tried shooting my daughter to
avenge the death of Thembela.
Ziya: Yhr, she believes we are the ones
who killed Thembela. I mean we not killers,
at all.

I looked at them and chuckled, I can literally

see that these two either lying or something
is up.

Me: Unfortunately, I can’t help you guys

with this. There is no proof, I’m a journalist
who publish things with proof.

Ziya: Ohh but we have proof. Ina nantsi, I

like how professional you are.

She slid a USB to me, I tookTHE

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YONDI MNDINI.
Friday came and I’m so nervous about le
weekend sleepover, I will be doing at
Bragadier’s house. I usually get excited
about utakela yena, but now I’m pregnant
with his child and he doesn’t know.

Me: Teddy bear, I think I’m going to tell him

the truth today.

Teddy: You should mntase, because

amagintsa go crazy if the ones they love
hide things from them.

Me: Yhr ne, who would’ve thought that mna

ndizoba busy with a gangster.
Teddy: Chill wethu, I feel like he is going to
love this baby.

Me: I know uEzile, that guy hates kids and

he doesn’t want them.

Teddy: Mntase, stop stressing marn.

Me: My only fear is how he will react to

these news. What if he kills me or
andibethe?

Teddy: Don’t overthink it’s not good for you,

especially when you are pregnant.

I nod and took a sip from the Gummy

Grape Milkshake he got me, I guess
milkshake is part of my cravings. I turned to
look at my laptop and went back to work, I
watched the USB I got from Ziya Dyan
yesterday and it was a CCTV footage of
this Akhiwe woman trying to shoot a young
girl.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was wearing my short satin Olive bodycon
dress, with a pair of Louis Vuitton slides. My
weekender bag was packed and I also
packed the home pregnancy tests I took,
plus the tests I did with the Gynecologist. I
was hungry ke wethu, well not really hungry
but I was craving for a RocoMamas,
Schnitz & Schroom burger and a Wimpy
Milkshake.

15 minutes later, Ezile was here and he

gave me a kiss hugging me tight.
Me: Guluva?

Ezile: Mmm, baby?

Me: Ke sarna mna ndirhalela a burger

yakwa RocoMamas and a milkshake from
Wimpy.

Ezile: Baby, are you pregnant ngoba soloko

utya when I’m around or visit you.

He said that looking at me frowning, I faked

a smile and looked to the side because
yhey lomfana!

Me: No, andikho pregnant.

Ezile: Look at me ke, why are you not
looking at me? Yayazi moc eye contact
ndiyi thanda ukufa nawe.

I looked at him straight in the eye, he had a

very intimidating look and it scared the hell
out of me.

Me: As I’ve said, I’m not pregnant Ezile.

Ezile: Good. Theni uzodikwa ke ngoku?

Me: Mxm, kandiyeke.

I tried removing myself from him, why am I

suddenly angry. He chuckled then pulled
me more closer to him.
Me: Ezile, ndiyeke. Icacile moc you not
willing to drive me to RocoMamas and
Wimpy for what I want. So, let me drive
myself.

Ezile: Mamela kaloku, baby. Umamele?

Me: Talk, why undilambisa?

I couldn’t help but cry, he doesn’t

understand that I really need to feed my
cravings. He pulled me to his chest and I
sniffed wiping my tears.

Ezile: Baby, I never said I wasn’t going to

take you to ezindawo. Just that ndi
surprised ngale sudden appetite yakho.
Me: So are you trying to say I eat too
much? Yazi, I always knew you hated me.

I removed myself from him and I could see

that he was holding a laughter.

Me: Hleka, laugh njadini!

Ezile: Haibo?

He burst out laughing, I sniffed giggling

then he held my hand looking at me. He
wiped my tears then kissed my eyes, nose
and then gave me a long peck. I pulled out
looking at him blushing.

Ezile: Yazi uli geza wena? But, I love you

as you are.
Me: Ndiright tshini. Carry my weekend bag
ke and let’s go.

Ezile: Yabona le lokhwe, it is exposing all

your goodies baby?

Me: I won’t change it futhi, I’m very

comfortable in my body.

Ezile: Who wouldn’t be comfortable in such

amazing body? Come on! Undenza
ndibatywe just by looking at you.

Me: Ha.ana ke.

We checked if everything in the house was

in order before we left. 30 minutes later, we
were at RocoMamas waiting for my order I
asked them to put it in a takeaway.

Ezile: So mna, ndizotya ntoni?

Me: Ufuna utya ntoni kanti?

Ezile: Obviously wena, I’m hungry for you.

Me: I will serve you some me once we get

to your house.

Ezile: Theni ungathi “our house”?

Me: Hayi tshini, yindlu yakho moc leya.

Ezile: Masambe, here is your order coming.

We got my order and well we already paid
for it so yeah, as we were leaving the
resturant this other toddler came running to
me, I giggled as she hugged my legs
looking up at me.

Kid: Hello, sisi. Umhle wena, are you real?

I giggled and looked at Ezile roll his eyes, I

picked up the kid and a guy with lady
wearing a makoti attire came to us in a
hurry. They apologized for the
inconvenience of their daughter.

Me: No akho ngxaki, this little one is cute.

Lady: Ohh my! I knew I know you from
somewhere, you are Yondi Mndini thee
journalist.

Me: I’m just a journalist, not a celebrity no

need to be excited.

Lady: Can we take quick pictures?

Guy: You dating Bragadier? Does your line

of work allow you to date well-known
gangsters?

Me: Excuse you?

Ezile: Jonga, at least I have a woman who

doesn’t need thousand layers of make up to
look beautiful.
Guy: Uthini?!

Me: Ezile, please ignore him. His just trying

to start drama.

I looked at Ezile, stopping him from

charging towards the guy. I could see the
little girl was now terrified, I sighed and
looked at her.

Me: How about I give this watch, to brighten

your mood?

Kid: Really?!

Me: Yeah, uyayifuna?

She nod and I gave her my watch from
Tempo, she took it smiling then thanked me
showing it to her mother who also thanked
me. I noticed she was now not the “jolly
lady” who wanted to take pictures with me. I
looked at the guy…

Me: Mamela bhuti, who I date and love has

nothing to do with my line of work or you for
that matter. So wena, just be a good
husband and take pictures of me with your
wife right?

Guy: No pictures will be taken!

Lady: Kodwa, Sandile-

Guy: Ndithe no pictures will be taken!

He looked at her then she looked down
immediately, is this guy abusing lo sisi. I
hope not because you could barely see that
this lady, wouldn’t even survive a punch on
the stomach. Ezile took my and we walked
away from them, I kissed his handing trying
to calm him down and he sighed.

Ezile: What would I be without you?

Me: You would survive wethu. Just try

ignoring people who does what that guy did
in public.

Ezile: Okay baby, I love you ne?

Me: I know you do, you always tell me.

I blushed looking ahead and he chuckled,
we got to his car and he opened the door
for me before going to his side.
·
·
[AT HIS HOUSE.]
He was giving me some foot massage and I
kept moaning, he looked at me raising his
eyebrow.

Ezile: Subatywa kakubi, you know you can

take it if you want it.

Me: What? Your big boy truck?

Ezile: Ewe, umthondo wam. Can I ask you

something and please be honest ne?
I nod and looked at him as he kept
massaging my feet, imagine getting foot
massages from a sexy man everyday? A
big “SBWL”!

Ezile: I know you very well, I can see you

hiding something from me what is it?

Me: How did you notice?

Ezile: Mafungwashe, you hardly maintained

eye contact with me today.

Me: This is going to make you mad,

extremely mad but since you asked I will tell
you.

Ezile: Sthandwa sam, talk tuu. I’m praying

it’s not what I think it is ne?
I sighed and pulled my feet away from him,
he watched me as I stood up and followed
me to his room. I opened the sleepover bag
and took out the pregnancy tests, giving
them to him. I sat on the bed as he stood a
bit far from me, his face changed in a split
second. He stared at me clenching his
jaws, tjoo bawo he is going to kill me.

Ezile: Yondi, what the fuck is this?

Me: Pregnancy tests, I’m 2 months

pregnant and obviously the baby is yours.

He blinked rapidly before he let out a bitter

chuckle, throwing the test on top of the bed
next to me.
Ezile: Please tell me this is s prank, baby?

Me: I’m not joking Ezile, ndimithi nyani. I

don’t have time to joke about serious
things.

Ezile: Umitha njani, Yondi! I thought usela

morning after pills?!

Me: I always drank the damn pills, Ezile!

Nawe you know that because I always took
them in front of you.

Ezile: Ngoku umitha unjani?

Me: Xa usitya umntu raw oko, ucithela

kuye. What do you think the consequences
of that will be?
He rubbed his head furiously, pacing up
and down.

Ezile: You know I don’t love kids, I never

wanted kids!

Me: So are you trying to say this is entirely

my fault?

Ezile: Subuza ukunya, Yondi.

I was honestly terrified, lomntu looked really

angry. And you know what angry gangsters
do? They spill blood.

Ezile: Shit! Uzothini kengoku?

Me: Ndizo thini? I’m keeping this baby,
Ezile obviously.

Ezile: Yondi, Yondi! Yeses lomntana joe,

FUCK!

I let out a bitter chuckle looking at him, he

looked at me frowning.

Me: Seeing that you don’t want lo mntana,

fine! I will raise my baby alone, you don’t
have to stress. I will talk to my lawyer so
that you can sign your parental rights to me.

I took one of the pregnancy tests next to me

then looked at it.

Me: Ohh and don’t think that you will still be

with me. If you don’t want umntana lo
wakho ndimthweleyo, it means nam
awundifuni.

Ezile: So uthini actually? You don’t want me

in your life anymore…because of a
developing feotus?

Me: Bragadier, I don’t care noba uthini at

this point. I would choose this baby over
anything or anyone, yandiva? Sharp, I’m
done talking.

I sat there ready to add on the percentage

of single mothers. I watch him go to his
closet, he came back with a gun then
looked at me with anger in his eyes.
Ezile: Ndisaya emajiteni, I feel like pushing
I’span will make me distracted from yonke
le shit.

Me: Do you wethu, andina kwa kak nawe.

He stormed out the room, banging the door

shut behind him. I walked to the ensuite for
a shower, I would go home but it’s at night I
thought why not ask Teddy to come pick
me up.

[MINUTES LATER.]
I was wearing my light purple, Puma
tracksuit and the slides I had on early. I
texted Teddy to come pick me up at the
location I will send him, he told me he will
be here as soon as he can. Worse ngu
21:30pm at night, my poor friend shame
yhini umsokolisa.

A phone rang, I looked at the pedestal and

it was Bragadier’s. He left it here? I picked
up the call from this Private Number, calling
him.

[PHONECALL.]
Voice: Hello, baby. I miss you, ndim
uMandisa and I’m calling you nge private
number since you blocked me everywhere.
Ndayazi uthe I should stay the fuck away
from you, but andikwazi I keep thinking
about you. It’s been months Bragadier, if
awundifuni back I swear I will kill myself!

I shall never understand women who would

kill themselves for a man.
Mandisa: I tried going to your house, but
there are new tenants there. Uphi so we
can talk? Ndixelele uhlala phi Bragadier,
sibeno lungisa izinto.

Me: Sorry, Ezile akekho at the moment.

Mandisa: Who are you bitch! You the cause

of him dumping me, yazi pray that I don’t
find out ungu ban-

Me: Yhuu I don’t have time for lame threats,

bye sweety.

I dropped the call and sighed, then took my

phone and sleepover bag going out of
Ezile’s room. I got to the key holder and
grabbed a spare key, Teddy called and told
me he is here. I walked out Ezile’s house,
locking it then hid the keys between the
small rocks.

I got in Teddy’s car and smiled at him, he

looked at me worried.

Teddy: He doesn’t want the baby?

Me: I told you he wouldn’t want it njena.

I buckled up and he drove off, I took my

phone and called Akhona.

Akhona: Mafungwashe, hello?

Me: Are you with your friend?

Akhona: Which one?

Me: Ndityiwa ngomphi kanti mna?

Akhona: Ohh uEzile? He is here with us,

akanxile umenze ntoni?

I told him to tell Bragadier where I left his

keys, then I told him to tell him a “Mandisa”
called, and uthi ufuna love back kuye. That
made Akhona burst out in laughter, I
dropped the call and looked at Teddy.

Me: Jonga, yi Sodoma ne Gomora moc

mngani!

Teddy: Yhee wena, uthi kwenzeka ntoni.

Bani uMandisa?
Me: Andazi who she is, I think yi ex ka
Ezile. I don’t care anyways, ndirhalela
umbengo yazi.

Teddy: Hayi sugeza! I have inyama

yombengo pha kwam, Akhona bought it for
me earlier today.

Me: Which Akhona?

Teddy: Chomi ka Bragadier, and no nothing

is happening between me and him. We just
happen to be close.

Me: But I didn’t say something is going on

njena.
Teddy: Kodwa you gave me the side eye.

Me: Haa, you lying on my name!

We shared a laugh and he told me to

sleepover his house this weekend, he
wants to monitor me ndinga goweli
etywaleni while pregnant with his Godchild.
I wouldn’t risk losing my baby, by drinking
never but I agreed ngoba I want to spend
sometime with him. I will never beg a man
to be in his baby’s life, I won’t force bhuti
wabantu to love and want kids when he
doesn’t. But mna, I will never jeopardize the
opportunity of being part of this baby’s life
and and a mother, NEVER.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° it and

looked at it smiling. I looked at them and
they smiled back at me, I asked them if they
fine if I give it to the Captain after
watchingTHE JOURNALIST.

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EZILE FANATHI.
It’s morning and I woke up with a throbbing
headache, last night I asked my friends to
meet me at the CRAFTMEN HOUSE. I
wanted us to go do a job, you know how the
normal gangster jobs. But fuckers refused,
they saw I was very pissed and they bought
alcohol then sabuhlaba all night.

I don’t want kid’s mna, because I’m living a

very dangerous life and also I don’t love
kids. Yondi, andazi ezovuma umitha tjoo!
When Akhona told me what she said, I was
hurt that she really wants me out of her life.
My phone rang…
[PHONECALL.]
I answered the phone without looking who it
was.

Me: Yintoni?

Mandisa: Baby, hey-

Me: Mamela, I told you to stay the hell away

from me if you value your life.

Mandisa: I called you last night, but a bitch

answered your phone!

Me: Bitch ngu nyoko khulu, listen I’m

serious. Don’t call me ever again, even
when you see me don’t look at me in fact
change directions ngoba uzofa if you don’t
listen.

Mandisa: I miss you, I love you please

Bragadier!

Me: Yhey, voetsek! I don’t care marn,

mqundu wakho.

Mandisa: If you don’t take me back, I will kill

myself!

Me: Andina kwa xesha lakho, dala what you

must.

Mandisa: Tell the bitch who answered your

phone, I will find her and kill her. You mine
wena!
Me: You don’t even know her, lamntu is
way out of your league. Futhi if I hear her
tell me uhlutshwa nguwe, I will kill you and
your family. Sundilinga Mandisa, sundilinga.

I dropped the call, bitch was calling me nge

private number. I cussed under my breath,
now ndi sure Yondi thinks I was making her
a fool all this time since she picked up
Mandisa’s call last night.
·
·
I was now with my friends, we were
planning on doing another heist during the
week. I really need that adrenalin, I’m too
stressed about having a baby on the way.
Mahle: Ekse Lucky, ungafasi bling kule
heist ke.

Lucky: Bra, I learnt my lesson so chill.

Sive: Bragadier, should also make sure he

covers his neck tattoo perfectly.

Me: Yhr mfethu, eish kanjani. When are we

pulling up this heist?

Andile: Thursday, we bombing a fedility

truck moc?

Us: Yhr, sarni.

Me: I’m hoping we at least come back with

millions.
Nkosi: What is up with you anyways?

Mahle: Yhr, you look stressed mjita.

Akhona: I’m guessing it has to do with,

Mafungwashe?

I nod my head sighing, tjoo Yondi is really

stressing me.

Me: Yhr bafethu, Mafungwashe umithi.

Them: HUH!

Me: Yhr sjimbo, this is very fucked up man.

Nkosi: Haibo, so you telling me that you not
happy you impregnated the one you love?

Me: Nada mfethu, zilch! You all know I don’t

love kids, plus kubekho nalo life wam.

Andile: So, how is Mafungwashe feeling

about all this?

Akhona: Duh, ayicace uba she gives zero

fucks. I mean I heard it in her voice when
she called me last night.

Me: Then there is Mandisa, I’m going to kill

la bitch one of these days.

Sive: Whuzish?
I told them about today mornings call, every
single detail.

Lucky: Mfethu, if Mandisa finds out about

Mafungwashe she will harm her.

Akhona: And the baby!

Me: Fuck the baby okwa ngoku! Can we not

even mention lento ka Yondi being
pregnant?

They looked at me like I have gone crazy, I

feel like I’m going to go locco nyani.

Me: Mandisa wouldn’t dare to harm Yondi,

because I will kill her if she does.
Mahle: You love Yondi, so yintoni enzima to
talk things through with her?

Me: She made it clear that she wants

nothing to do with me, if I don’t want the
baby then it means I don’t want her.

Akhona: Make sense to me. Mafungwashe,

doesn’t look like the begging type.

Nkosi: And ke!

Andile: Okay, after this heist. How about we

go away for a week majita?

Lucky: To where?
Andile: I know this place, it’s a male training
sport. I’m talking about a gangster
academy, it’s in Spain.

Me: Spain? Don’t say we will be gone for a

week kaloku, yithi “weeks”.

Nkosi: Nyansile Bragadier, I mean travelling

from South Africa to Spain isn’t going to
take a day.

Mahle: Si vaya nge private jet?

Sive: Obviously, tjuu bafethu am I the only

one excited about this get away?

Me: Nope. I feel like le training will make

me think things through, clear my mind off
things.
Sive: Whuu, ndingxamele eza training
activities.

Akhona: Yhr, sizobuya si fit!

We chuckled looking at this fool flex his

muscles, Nkosi and him had a fist fight and
we laughed at how playful they are.

Me: Yazi, niya masa?

Akhona: Tshini, Nkosikhona ufuna

undibetha ebusweni! Ngoku Teddy
endizama, nge glow.

We quickly looked at him, waiting for him to

go into more details.
Andile: Thetha kwedini marn! Ulinde ntoni?

Akhona: Talk about ntoni?

Mahle: Utyana noTeddy na?

Akhona: No, ndi straight zinjandini. We just

close mna, naye.

Nkosi: Ni close ngoba y’all both talk too

much and noisy!

Lucky: Yhee wena, ndinibalisele ngale

moffie-

Akhona: Hayi rhaa, sumbiza nge moffie

kaloku. Ngu Teddy, yitsho yithi T.E.D.D.Y…
Me: Hayisuka wena tsek, umjita is just
taking chances to use the “moffie” name
while he can.

Nkosi: Oko ndilinde indaba ke mna?

Lucky: Teddy ke, ndithi since him and

Yondi were helping me with the surprise
engagement. I gave him my bank card, told
him to get a few design clothes for my
wife…yhey nina!

Mahle: Thetha msoonu yintoni? Must we

always say “thetha” ngoku?

We laughed at how eager he was to hear

what’s next, eishh kanjani.
Lucky: Nanko Teddy, eyozi thengela make-
up, sneakers and some expensive bling
that costed 30k nge mali yam! Ndandi gowa
that day, ndimane ndi khuza because I was
scammed.

Andile: Hayi wethu, he deserved it. I mean

they went all out with Mafungwashe,
helping you pull up la engagement.

Akhona: And ke!

We kept laughing and talking about other

things, but my mind kept shifting to Yondi. I
already miss her, she wants nothing to do
with me because I don’t want our unborn
baby. I want to see her, but my frustrations
won’t allow me because I might hurt her
and I don’t want to. So, I will just go to
Spain with my gents to this training then, I
will try talking to her when I’m back after
weeks. Why did God have to bless us with
a baby? Hayi yadika ubra shame, he knows
my dislike for kids but nanko yena uyohlola
umphefumlo in my woman’s belly. Rhaa! I
knew that God hated me for all my sins, but
yabona le hayi he finished me.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° it and they

didn’t mind. Look at me, about to publish a
exposé for the Dyan princess.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Kumkani came to pick me up at Teddy’s,
since he wanted us to go to play golf. He
even brought me those white golf skirts and
T-shirts. We were now in his car, he was
driving us to the golf course.

Me: How did you even know my size?

Kumkani: You once told me your size, we

were both drunk that day and I’m surprised
I happened to remember.

Me: Ohhh. So did Gcobisa sign them

divorce papers?

Kumkani: She did! I’m finally a free man

walking, my parents were devasted to hear
the cause of our divorce.
Me: They adored her didn’t they?

Kumakani: Very much. And you?

Me: What about me?

Kumkani: Who is the lucky guy? I always

see you post him on your stories, but you
don’t show his face. And you always post
the gifts he always buys you…

Me: Ohh you mean that?

I looked out the window then looked ahead

again.

Me: I guess that was my short lived

fairytale.
Kumkani: Trouble in paradise?

Me: Sort of. I’m done with men, nina

ningama gqwirha in disguise.

He laughed and I chuckled shaking my

head, but am I lying?

Kumkani: Haibo! Baku hurt.e nyani na?

Me: Jonga! When I tell myself, I’m giving

love a chance something just fuck it up. Zi
magics ezo!

Kumkani: I guess you haven’t found the

right one.
Me: Akho “right one” ngandawo, I’m done
with men. Men are selfish, they don’t think
like niyadika.

Kumkani: Hayi kaloku, not all of us.

Me: Oksalayo…I said what I had to say.

The time is like 08:00am, and her I am

driving with this man to play golf. Once we
got to our destination, I asked him to take
pictures of me using my phone and he did.

Kumkani: Nah, I take nice pictures kodwa!

Me: I have to admit that is true.

Kumkani: You have to tag me kwi photo
credits, maybe I should consider being a
photographer.

I laughed and we went about our morning,

playing golf. He took some good videos of
me while I played, they were good and I
posted some on my social media platforms.
Pinning the golf course we were at,
Kumkani asked me to take videos of him
too. I chuckled at how adorable he was in
his golf attire, Gcobisa is very stupid to
cheat on such good looking man. I’m sure
whoever Kumkani will date next, will cherish
him well I hope so because he deserves the
love he gives.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
It’s now 12:00pm in the afternoon, I’m
driving myself to my fathers house to spend
time with him and sis Babsie. To be honest
I was also hoping to eat some good home
cooked meal, I was craving that so much.
When I got to my father’s, I hurried to the
front door then knocked twice before
barging in.

Me: FAMILY!!!

Babalwa: Haa Yondi, what if you found us

having sex?

Me: Ohh my poor eyes! But, why would you

leave the front door open if you wanna have
sex?

We shared a tight hug, she gives the best

warm hugs sarna umntu ka tata wam.
Babalwa: Congratulations on your
pregnancy, baby.

Me: Thank you, mamzo.

She smiled and I followed her to the

kitchen, she was cooking and the food
arouma was good.

Me: So mntu ka taka Yondi, where is your

man?

Babalwa: The last time I checked he was

taking a shower.

Me: Okay, do you guys have cake here?

Babalwa: Yeap. Check the fridge baby, so
how have you been?

Me: Same old, same old. And you?

Babalwa: Happy! Can you see ndine glow?

Tatakho really loves me, tjuu indoda yam!

I laughed at how she squealed in

happiness, I’m happy both of them love
each other and treat each other good.
·
·
We were now in the lounge with my father,
who was fussing over me and my
pregnancy. He looked really excited about
me being pregnant, he couldn’t remove his
hand from my invisible bump.
Me: Tjoo bazali, ndini balisele ke wethu!

Tata: Hayi, talk what is it ntwana?

Me: So Friday, I went to sleepover at the

guy who impregnated me…

I told them what went down on Friday, like

every detail and my father looked at me.

Tata: Yabona la Bragadier!

Babalwa: I’m just happy you didn’t force this

pregnancy down his throat, sthandwa sam.
It shows that you are a true woman…
Tata: Besides…you have us moc. We are
the grandparents of this baby, so fuck
Bragadier.

Me: I’m happy to have both of you in my

corner. Sis Babsie, I know I haven’t said
this but I found a mother in you.

She smiled giving me a side hug, my father

faked crying and we looked at me.

Tata: Aww VVIP’s ze ntliziyo yam!

Me: You wouldn’t live without us futhi,

without us you are a walking zombi.

We shared a laugh and my father kept

kissing and talking to my belly, while sis
Babsie went to do the last touch ups on
lunch.

Me: Hayi tata, you overdoing it now tshini.

Tata: Hau, can’t I bond with my grandchild?

Me: You can, but-

A knock went through the door, we looked

at each other and blinked.

Me: You expecting guests?

Tata: No. Even my friends know that

“Sundays are for lovers/ family”.
Me: Let me check uba who might that be
ke.

He nod and took the remote switching on

his TV, I knew right then he is planning to
ignore whoever came here unexpected. I
went to open the door and frowned looking
at the 2 policemen, with Fikelwa all bruised
and crying.

Me: Tjoo, I’m not interested kule drama

ubonanje. Tata!!!

I called out for my dad walking back in the

house, these fools followed me to the
lounge. I wonder who invited them in?

Tata: Haibo, zithini ngoku?

Me: Andazi, but I’m already fed up.

Fikelwa: Ohh Simphiwe, I missed you baby!

It’s been years-

Tata: Yhey, yhey don’t come near me if you

know what’s good for you!

Sis Babsie appeared and looked at the 2

policemen and Fikelwa, who was horribly
faking cries.

Cop 1: Sorry to intrude-

Tata: You didn’t intrude you disturb our

family time! Nifuna ntoni?
Fikelwa: Simphiwe, how do you consider
this fat pig as your family! I’m your family,
ndim mama ka Yondi!

I closed my eyes feeling my anger rise as I

sat on the couch, I closed my eyes counting
to ten trying to calm down.

Tata: Mamela, fuck off kwam xani nonke!

Sies-

Babalwa: Taka Yondi, calm down please.

My father clenched his jaws out of anger,

no because Fikelwa knows how to upset
people without trying.

Tata: Muntuza, I will calm down kuba

kusitsho wena mntu wam.
Cop 2: We looking for a Babalwa Dilo?

Babalwa: That would be me.

Cop 2: Do you know Fikelwa?

Babalwa: Not really, but yes. Why?

Cop 1: She opened a case against you,

claiming that you sent people to beat her
up.

I frowned looking at these idiot cops,

Babalwa chuckled in disbelief.

Tata: Listen here, get the hell out of my

house-
Babalwa: Baby, yeka I can handle this.

She looked at Fikelwa, who kept balanced

with one of the cops faking cries.

Babalwa: Fikelwa, why are you wasting the

cops time? Theni uxoka sisi…

Fikelwa: You did! You trying to kill me

because you want to steal my family from
me, arrest this bitch.

Me: Okay that’s it! I’m sorry bantu

bomthetho, but this woman is lying.

They looked at me as I stood up as I stood

next to Babalwa.
Me: Fikelwa probably payed people to do
this to her-

Fikelwa: Why would I bruise my-

Me: Because you are bitter! Trying to force

your way in our lives, we don’t want you!
You are nothing to us!

Tata: Ewe, please leave my house nonke.

You can’t be stressing my daughter and my
woman.

Fikelwa: Simphiwe, please we can fix us-

Tata: Yhey, should I kill you 3? Nifuna

uphuma kwam nibhanda?
Babalwa: Besides, this woman came to my
workplace and harrased me not long ago. I
have proof and a few witnesses, yena
unayo proof of what she is saying?

Me: Besides, I’m one of the witnesses.

Tata: Maba hambe, hambani!

The police apologized for their

inconvenience then left, you could see that
Fikelwa was disappointed. What was she
hoping to achieve?
·
·
[NARRATED.]
Later that Sunday, Simphiwe drove in the
dark forest feeling angry. Angry that he
didn’t deal with Fikelwa in the first place,
but he is dealing with her now. He parked
his car deep in the forest, then step out with
his gun on his waist he opened his car boot
then took out the unconscious Fikelwa. He
threw her on the floor, a bit far from his car
then went to grab a 5 liter bottle of water,
some petrol that’s always in his car and a
lighter. He opened the 5 litre with water and
threw the water on Fikelwa, she gasped
waking up. She looked around the dark
forest, then looked at Simphiwe.

Fikelwa: Baby, I knew you’d come to your

senses-
Simphiwe: Yhey shut up! Sense zantoni.
How dare you anger my daughter and
harass my fianceé?

She tried standing up, but he retrieved his

gun and clocked it pointing it to her. She
swallowed looking at the anger in his eyes,
regretting ever coming here.

Simphiwe: Uphakama uyaphi?

Fikelwa: Simphiwe, can we talk please? If

you kill me Yondi-

Simphiwe: Don’t mention my daughter’s

name! Don’t you dare!

Fikelwa: Please, I swear I will leave and

never come back.
Simphiwe: I told you nala nja yakho, to
never bother my daughter again. Kodwa it
seems like y’all never listen to me years
ago, remember what I said?

She swallowed tearing up, her stomach

turning to knots.

Simphiwe: Ndiyabuza, Fikelwa andinyi?

Fikelwa: Wathi “ You would kill us and burn

us to ashes, then use our ashes as proof to
anyone who tries messing with Yondi”.

Simphiwe: Good. Now kneel, uthandaze

“Bawo wethu osemazulwini”.
Fikelwa: Please, please…I’m sorry-

Simphiwe: Ye nantsika, I have my woman

waiting for me to cuddle her at home.

With fear she did as told, she kneeled and

peed on herself shaking.

Simphiwe: Pray ke, call upon ancestors and

ask them to be with you kwi afterlife.

Fikelwa: Simphiwe, tatakhe-

Simphiwe: Voestek!

He shot once in thin air and she screamed

closing eyes and ears.
Simphiwe: My daughter begged you to help
her out of that abusive, her pleads feel into
deaf ears! At the age of 19, she
experienced trauma that will follow her for
the rest of her life!

Fikelwa: I was desperate for money-

Simphiwe: I don’t care. Do as I said, pray

and call upon your ancestors to guide you
through the afterlife.

Fikelwa’s body shook out of fear, Simphiwe

clenched his jaws looking at her with so
much hate and disgust.

Fikelwa: “Bawo wethu ose..mazu-

Before she could go any further with her
prayer, Simphiwe shot her head countless
times. Once he was satisfied he stopped
and looked at her lay there dead, he poured
the petrol on her then took out his cigar
lighting it up before he threw the lighter on
the body.

Simphiwe: I’ve been known to light a spark

or two in my time.

He chuckled, puffing on his cigar as he

watched the body burn to ashes. He always
believed in dealing with the people who
mess with him on his own, the only time his
friends will be invited is when they all have
the same enemy. He blew some of the
smoke out, thinking that he will collect
Fikelwa’s ashes and drive to Zuko’s house
and scatter them in his front door.
AndithiTHE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 63.
YONDI MNDINI.
A little bit fast forward, it was Friday and I
was with Busi at her house. She just told
me that Lucky and his friends went out of
the country. I place the plastics on her
kitchen counter, and took out the stuff
inside like meat, sausage and snacks. It’s
been 2 weeks I haven’t heard from Ezile, I
guess that’s the reason why.

Me: Mmmm, good riddance I wish Ezile

could reside wherever they are.

Busi: So you really won’t beg him to be part

of the baby’s life?
Me: No. I won’t beg him, I can raise my
baby without him.

Busi: I wish I had your courage, you handle

situations in a very random way nge
calmness yakho.

Me: So I’ve heard. So who will be braaing

with me?

Busi: Mpumi, obviously.

Me: Okay, I think Mpumi is a really cool

person. Don’t you think?

Busi: Yhr, I mean she has her way of

handling things. Ever I first met her and
Siyakha on my engagement night, never
thought we would befriend them.

Me: Yeah, I guess having new friends isn’t

something bad.

Busi: I feel as if me and Siyakha share the

same personality. She is super shy kodwa,
like very shy.

Me: She’s cute though. Still wonder how

she handles a guy like Mahle, it’s true when
they say the shy ones love danger.

We giggled. She was making some Greece

salad, Teddy, Liyema, Siyakha(Mahle’s
girlfriend) and Mpumi (Sive’s girlfriend)
were probably on their way. They are cool
people to hang around with, plus these past
2 weeks we the 6 of us have been spending
time together.

[FEW MOMENTS LATER.]

We were all in the house, some preparing
salad and Mpumi and I were at the grill
outside braaing some meat.

Mpumi: So love, how is the baby treating

you?

Me: Well, good I have to say. But I’m

always craving for certain things, really
weird things.

Mpumi: I can see the glow, but your bump

is not visible yet you lucky.
Me: Jonga mntase, I don’t want a big baby
bump ne…just something accomodating
and cute.

Mpumi: Between me and you…you my

favourite out of all the ladies.

I chuckled looking at her as she smiled

turning the meat.

Me: Haibo, you don’t say?

Mpumi: Nyani. You have that fire, yabona

esa spark?

Me: Ngatsho njee, I’m the spark that lit your

fire?
She laughed and I joined her, she had
those snort laughs that can trigger the next
person to laugh.

Mpumi: Mamela! Growning up I never cared

about having friends, but you ladies are
breaking those walls.

Me: Is there a reason why you never cared

about friends?

Mpumi: My old friends from high school

almost trafficked me-

Me: Haibo! That’s shit moc, it’s very cruel.

Mpumi: You have no idea, mntase. I guess

coming from a rich family has
consequence?
She chuckled as I took a piece of sausage,
she slapped my hand and I laughed.

Mpumi: Hayi wena!

Me: Sorry, kubawa.

Mpumi: So as I was saying…I was

trafficked by my 3 friends in high school,
they were offered millions so they thought
“why not sell Mpumi, to get those millions?
Because she doesn’t know poverty”. Luckily
my father saved me before I could cross the
boarders.

Me: You must have been terrified?

Mpumi: I couldn’t sleep for weeks. I was
homeschooled for a year, failed my grade
9.

Me: And the girls that trafficked you?

Mpumi: They got arrested, but I told myself

once they are out of prison I’m going to
hunt them down and kill them.

Me: Perks of having a gangster man?

Mpumi: Yeah, I met him 2 years back and

we had this connection since then.

I nod and ate the piece of sausage I took, I

wonder if does she know about Sive fucking
Sindi. Why do mean cheat for stupid
reasons?
Mpumi: I have been in 2 fights already, with
2 bitches who tried seducing him.

Me: Hayi wena!

Mpumi: Mntase, I don’t play when it comes

to my man. The love him, is the love
Chrisean Rock has for Blueface.

Me: That kind of toxic love?

Mpumi: Sort of. I’m worried about Siyakha

though…

Me: Utheni? Is she sick?

Mpumi: Andihlebi ne? But, ingathi
something is up with her. Almost like umntu
odepressed.

Me: Babes, let’s not jump into conclusions

now
Andithi?

Mpumi: Yabona ke why ndisithi you my

favourite?

I chuckled and we kept talking about other

thing, there are still a amount raw pieces of
meat and we obviously going put them on
the grill.
·
·
We were now gathered on the table outside
Busi’s garden, eating and talking like crazy
with laughs here and there.

Teddy: Mamela! The guy wanted me to fuck

his ass too, I wore clothes and ran for my
life!

We laughed, he was telling us about his

past ordeals during sex.

Busi: Mntase, you really been through a lot

moc?

Teddy: I remember this one time, ndatyiwa

parking lot li gweja! Ndisazi jaja na today!
Mpumi: Kuthiwa they have big dicks ke abo
bantu, noba kaka yakho wawunga kwazi
noyiminca!

Teddy: Jonga Mpumzz, Yondi, had to buy

me those old people nappies. Liyema stole
some for me at the hospital!

We laughed, I remember it all like it was

yesterday.

Me: You even drank constipation medicine.

Liyema: Qonda, ayinuki kaka yakhe that

time!

We burst out laughing then continued

talking njee, I could get used to this. I mean
we should normally host get togethers like
this, just us ladies yabo.

During night time, we were in the house

playing soft music and talking to the top of
our lungs. Worse I am sober and these 5
are so drunk! The temptations I had to
drink, I faught them with every strength I
had reminding myself that “You are
pregnant, Yondi babe”.

Siyakha: So, I want us to play a little game.

We looked at her, she giggled drinking her

Savvie jonga she was so drunk. She
couldn’t even open her eyes properly.

Teddy: Please ungasixeleli ngo spin the

bottle-
We got disturbed by a phone alarm going
off, we looked at Siyakha take her phone
out her pocket.

Siyakha: Sorry guys, I have to take my

prescriptions. But ndinxilile, I can’t fuck!

Liyema: Prescriptions? Are you sick?

We all gawked at her waiting for an answer,

she sighed then stood up excusing herself
to the bathroom. We exhanged stares as
she left the lounge, I sipped my juice and
Mpumi whispered in my ear.

Mpumi: I told you, yabona?

Busi: Guys ndoyika ngoku.

Teddy: Hayi woyika ntoni?

Busi: If anything happens to Siyakha, Mahle

will kill us all.

Me: Kill us for what? We didn’t even know

she is on prescriptions…

Mpumi pinched me and I kept quiet as

Siyakha came back in with a red face, like
she has been crying. I wasn’t gossiping
mna, just worried that sihleli nomntu kanti
uzofa any minute for not taking her
prescriptions.

Busi: Siyakha, what’s wrong?

Teddy: Yhr, zi prescription zantoni ezi you
were talking about?

Siyakha: I’m living with depression.

Me: What?

Siyakha: No one knows about this except

my family, not even Mahle knows about it.

Mpumi: Are you telling me, your man hasn’t

noticed you have depression?

Siyakha chuckled sniffing and fiddling with

her hands, we looked at her waiting for
answers.
Siyakha: I’m good at hiding it, andithi you
guys didn’t notice. No one knows, my family
wanted me to keep a secret.

Teddy: Why? Sorry the journalist in me is

just burning with questions.

Siyakha: No, don’t tell me you will write an

article or something about me-

Me: Siyakha. Siyakha, breath…no one is

going to write anything about you.

She nod and did breathing exercises, Busi

passed her the bottle of water that was in
the coolerbox.

Liyema: Don’t force yourself to talk if you

can’t handle it.
Siyakha: You guys promise you won’t
mention any of this to Mahle?

We promised to keep shut ke nathi, she

exhaled then looked to the floor.

Siyakha: It has something to do with me

when I was a kid. I don’t everything, but I
stolen by my older sister’s boyfriend at the
age of 7.

Busi: No, I don’t want to hear this. I’m

already crying…

She wiped her tears, I also swallowed a

lump on my throat as the mood in the room
turned sombre.
Siyakha: He stole me for a week, chained
me up on his bed and raped me day and
night. He would tell me my family is looking
for me, and he is playing them fools helping
them search knowing very he is the one
who held me hostage.

Mpumi: Wait, so your family didn’t have the

slightest clue it was him?

Siyakha: No. He would come back, brutally

fuck me and make a joke out of my family.
He always locked his room, until one day
his friend found me in that state all chained
up in bed and naked.

Me: Don’t tell me he also sexually assaulted

you.
Siyakha: No, he was caught by my sister’s
boyfriend before be could free me. They
fought until he knocked his head with a
vase, my sister’s boyfriend went
unconscious. His friend freed me, called the
cops and the paramedics and that is how I
was found.

Liyema: Where did your sister’s boyfriend

go?

Siyakha: He was burned to death by the

community members, my sister tried killing
herself because she felt like eveything that
happened to me was her fault.

I wiped my falling tears, why do we have to

go through horrible things growning up?
Mpumi: And your hero? The guy who saved
you…

Siyakha: Him? He is married to my sister, I

visit them from time-to-time.

Teddy: I still don’t get why your family

wants you to hide this depression?

Siyakha: They fear if people know, I might

get bullied because of it. Mahle, is my first
boyfriend and it took a lot of time convincing
my parents to give me a chance to love.

She smiled and giggled wiping her tears.

Siyakha: Mahle doesn’t have to know about

this, I know he will make a big deal about it.
Us: It is a big deal!

Siyakha: I know, I just want to enjoy my last

days happy with the man who love me.

Me: Last days… What do mean last days?

Mpumi: Bitch if you think of killing yourself, I

will personal ask my father to hire some
female bodyguards who will guide you naxa
usiye toilet!

Siyakha: No, I’m not going to kill myself.

Busi: What did you mean ke?

Siyakha: Nothing. It was just a slip of
tongue. Can we just enjoy the night? I want
to get drunk…

Liyema: No! You not drinking anymore.

She grabbed the cider from her, Siyakha

gave her puppy eyes.

Siyakha: Please. Something other than the

pills I always drink, the pills always do too
much. When I drink them I don’t feel a
single thing, let me drink for fun please?

Teddy: Fine! But, I will be watching you like

a hawk!

We giggled and went on with our night, no

wonder she is this shy. Maybe the
prescriptions she takes makes her the shy
person she is, because I once heard the
dose of depressed people take is a bit too
much. I looked at Siyakha observing her,
she caught me looking at her and we
shared a very deep eye contact as
everyone chat and laugh, she broke the eye
contact and looked away faking a laugh. I
know what I just did is creepy, but I’m
worried she might harm herself since she
spoke about “she wants to enjoy her last
days with Mahle”. That sounded so
triggering I couldn’t ignore it like everyone
did, but then she said it’s nothing so let me
just sit back.

Me: Hayi Mpumi marn, why uthe ncaa

kum?
Mpumi: Hayi wethu, I miss indoda yam. So
ndizixolisa ngothi ncaa kuwe, chomza!

She gave me a little tickle and I jumped a

bit laughing, then farted at the same time.

Teddy: Rhaaa what stage of pregnancy are

you in? Sowusuza bitch!

Me: Haibo, ayindim yi couch. Andithi

Mpumi?

Mpumi: Tuu chomi, ayinguwe!

Busi: Njani? Couch zam azisuzi, hayi

andivumi chomi!
Teddy: Tshini, hayi uyasinyela uYondi!
Worse nam bendike nda tsuuu lo silent
umsuzo, qha ndizenza qhaf qhaf ngawe
chomi yam!

We burst out laughing yhu yadika uTeddy,

we enjoyed the rest of our nights laughing
and dancing. Ndimane ngothi laqa a
Cranberry juice, while these pretties drank
alcohol. Andincitheke! Ndikubeke ndiyi
nyama, waze wandenza Bragadier gqiba
waxela kwabane ntsente yena.

Me: Yabona mna? Ngaske Ezile, ndimlume

pipi angabinayo.

I cried and everyone looked at me holding

their laughter, fuck these hormones.
Me: Hlekani, laugh you beautiful fools!

Teddy: Chomi, utheni?

Me: I wish I could take this baby and put

him aside, for 6 hours njee. Andinike thuba
to drink noba yi Savannah ke, phinde
ndimfake when I detoxed!

They laughed and I wiped my tears. No,

because why me? Mxm voestek marn.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° she was

married to Zuko anyways?

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 64.
YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up early on Saturday, the ladies
were still sleeping and I’m sure they all will
be hungover when they wake up because
they drank too much yesterday. I took a
quick shower, wore my robe again and
went to Busi’s kitchen to make breakfast for
everyone. I made a Egg, Bacon and
toasted bread breakfast. I also took some of
the sausage and meat we left yesterday
and warmed it up. I heard someone
dragging their feet, I chuckled and
continued with what I was doing.

Busi: Morning, friend.

Me: Hey. How are you feeling?

Busi: Tjoo, I feel like dying. I wish to be you
at this point, uzi pholele awuna bhabhalaza.

I chuckled before looking at her, she looked

crusty shame.

Me: Awuse crusty.

Busi: Yandibona? So, you prepared

breakfast for us?

Me: Ewe. I hope you don’t mind the fact

that I made myself home in your kitchen?

Busi: I don’t mind at all chomza. Let me

help you set up the table.
Me: That would be appreciated.

She smiled and we walked to the sliding

door, going to the pool side. She had a nice
dinner table on her pool area, intle indlu ka
Busi. We set the table and my phone rang
in my robe pocket…

[PHONECALL.]
I smiled seeing that it was Kumkani calling,
I wonder what does he want.

Me: Mr. Tofu?

Kumkani: Miss Mndini. Uright?

Me: I’m wonderful, wena?

Kumkani: Excellent. Look, from next week
Tuesday I will be away for business.

Me: Okay. Out of the country?

Kumkani: Yhr, I’m headed to Dubai for 3

weeks.

Me: Mmm, that is big!

We spoke more about this trip of his, and

he told me he will be meeting his biggest
clients that side to finalize some paper
work.

Kumkani: I was wondering marn?

Me: Talk, I’m all ears..

Kumkani: Do you mind spending this
Saturday with me?

Me: The whole day?

Kumkani: Yeah, if that won’t be a problem.

Me: I don’t mind. What time should we

meet?

Kumkani: In 3 hours, please.

I chuckled at how low he plead me to meet

him in the next 3 hours.

Me: Okay. Is there a certain location we

should meet?
Kumkani: My house, I was hoping we have
a indoor kind of thing.

Me: Okay, see you then.

Kumkani: Sharp ke.

I dropped the call and Busi giggled, I looked

at her confused.

Me: What now?

Busi: You and Kumkani Tofu?

Me: Come on, you know that he is my

friend.
Busi: Hmmm, hayi I was just curious uba
what’s going on.

Me: Yeah. I’m just glad he purchased a new

house, because if it was his old house I
wasn’t going to go there.

Busi: Why? You afraid of a repeat of what

Gcobisa did?

Me: She is in jail moc, so no. Kodwa…it

would give me flashbacks of what
happened.

Busi: What was Gcobisa thinking vele?

Now her whole career went down the drain,
she is in prison.
I shrugged and sighed, she did that to
herself moc and I don’t feel sorry for her.

Busi: You better go and freshen up-

Me: Haibo! I already showered, okhanye

ayicaci?

Busi: Kaloku, I didn’t know chomi. Andifuni

ube late for you date with Kumakni.

Me: It’s not a date. We just going to spend

this Saturday together, since he is going on
some business trip.

Busi: Okay. You will be with us your friends

spiritually, because tonight we will having a
“indoor ladies night” again.
Me: Haaa, nizosela again? Ncede
ndingabikho.

She laughed and once we were done

setting the table, the others came and we
had our breakfast. Mpumi was next to me,
eating like she hasn’t eaten in days tjuu
lona ngo kutya ingathi ndim.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
I was with Kumkani in his house, we were
preparing some snacks for the picnic we
having in his back yard.

Me: Hayi is it necessary to bring a basket

with?
Kumkani: Yes. Yondi, this is a picnic we
having.

Me: Mna ndi ready for umuncha qha.

I squealed in excitement and he laughed,

we kept playing around the kitchen while
packing what we’ll need for this picnic. 20
minutes later, we were in his backyard
taking pictures of each other. Not pictures
together, just separately.

Me: You shaved your beard, why?

Kumkani: Ngoba I’m a new person, I only

kept that beard because Gcobisa liked it.
So now that mna nawe are divorced, I
removed it ngoba andifuni uba ngathi I’m
still held up to her.
Me: Understandable. You still look
handsome though.

Kumkani: Thank you, cacile I’m naturally

handsome.

We shared a laugh and continued with our

talking, we even went as far as comparing
our toes. Both of us have beautiful feet, so
he was just making fun of the fact that I
have short toes and small feet.

Kumkani: I have something for you.

Me: What is it?

Kumkani: Close your eyes…

Me: Okay, they closed.

I smiled closing my eye, he told me to pull

out my left hand and I did.

Me: Yhey Kumkani, I hope you not planning

to chop off my hand.

We laughed at me lame joke.

Kumkani: Nope, just give me a second.

I smiled as he did whatever, I felt a

coldness on my wrist and I knew it was
either a watch or bracelet. He told me to
open my eyes, I smiled looking at the white
gold bracelet with my initials.
Me: Ayintle, yazi ndine lucky yoba spoiled
mna?

Kumkani: You are worth being spoiled

ingxaki. Yabo it compliments your skin?

Me: Everything compliments my skin

kaloku, tshini sugeza!

He chuckled as I caressed the bracelet

admiring it, I gave him a hug thanking him
then sat down again.

Kumkani: Want some strawberries?

Me: Of course, they look fresh.

Kumkani: They are, I guess. Let me dip
them kule melted chocolate…

He dipped the one strawberry in the

chocolate, I opened my mouth as he fed me
the strawberry coated with chocolate. I bit
on it and closed my eyes humming at the
amazing taste and chewing on it. I heard
him chuckle I looked at him and he ate what
was left of the strawberry.

Me: Imnandi. I need more please.

Kumkani: Go ahead, save some for me.

Me: You not expecting me to fed you too

moc?

Kumakni: Nope.
Me: Good, ngoba I wasn’t shame.

He chuckled and we sat there enjoying the

rest of our picnic, having a male friend isn’t
such a bad idea kodwa. Ndine chomi engu
bhuti guys, lomntu is 32 years old kaloku.
·
·
Later that day, we were cuddling on the
couch with a light fleece over our bodies.
We were watching this movie called “The
Mountain Between Us”, we also had some
small whisper talks while watching.

Kumkani: So umhle lo, Idris Elba wenu?

Me: Ewe tshini, as you can see he is so

attractive.
Kumkani: Thing is most of the females, are
crushing on him.

Me: Wena do you have a celebrity crush?

Kumkani: Uhm…not really, but I wouldn’t

mind utya lamntana uRihanna.

I giggled then sat up looking at him, he

smiled at me.

Me: Hayi Kumkani, I don’t blame you

though she is hot.

Kumkani: Yhr, yafaneleka kwi big forehead

yakhe. Futhi her eyes, they are so beautiful.
Me: Funeke uzame and send her a dm on
Instagram.

Kumkani: Ubani? I would even call her and

ask her to come over so we could fuck.

We laughed at his ridiculousness, imagine

njee if that happened. I don’t know what
happened but we happened to kiss, he
pulled me to straddle his lap and I did. My
dress now up and exposing my thighs, he
wrapped his arms around my waist
groaning between the kiss as I grind on his
erection.

He stood up with me without breaking the

kiss and walked to his room, he laid me on
his bed and got between my legs. I moaned
as he kept grinding his erection on my
pussy, making me wet. He slid two fingers
in my vaginam making me jump a bit, I
broke the kiss and moaned biting me lower
lip. He found my lips with his again, kissing
me so passionately slowly finger fucking
me.

I came back to my senses then gently

pushed him pulling out the kiss, he looked
at me with his bedroom eyes. I can’t be
sleeping with enye indoda while pregnant,
what if something happens to my baby?
Kaloku izinto zemimoya is really serious, I
sighed placing my hands of his chest as he
was still between my legs looking down on
me.

Me: I’m sorry, we can’t do this.

Kumkani: It’s okay, I understand you are in

a relationship.
I decided to not address the fact that I’m not
in a relationship, he pulled me up and we
laid on his bed cuddling.

Me: Ubatyiwe, I think we shouldn’t cuddle

because my ass is literally on your erection.

Kumkani: Don’t mind it, I’m a big guy I will

handle it. Let’s sleep, I will wake up fine.

Me: Okay. I’m hoping things won’t be

awkward between us ke?

Kumkani: Not at all, we happened to be

caught up in a moment.

Me: Okay ke.THE JOURNALIST.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Sunday morning, Kumkani looked past
about the ordeal that happened between us
izolo and I’m glad. We were having
breakfast…

Me: I’m leaving ke around 11:00am.

Kumkani: I hope you not uncomfortable

around me ngoku?

Me: No I’m not, I just don’t want what

happened to happen again.

Kumkani: It won’t happen again.

I nod and we ate breakfast talking, the
mood between us was fine wethu. I helped
him wash the dishes before I went to take a
shower in the guestroom. My phone rang
and it was a unkown number.

[PHONECALL.]
I frowned picking it up, I kept quiet while the
person on the other side of the line
breathed.

Me: If uyathakatha don’t bother apha kum,

rhaa!

Voice: It is you, isn’t it?

Me: Zuko? I’m dropping le call!

Zuko: You going to pay for what you did!
You killed my wife, you killed Fikelwa!

Me: I don’t have time for your stupid

accusations.

I dropped the call and went on dressing up,

I took my things and went in search for
Kumkani. I found him in his study, drinking
whiskey.

Me: Hey, I’m leaving ke.

Kumkani: I thought you said you leaving

ngo 11:00 njena?

Me: I was, but I need to pass by my father’s

house.
Kumkani: Yondi…

He came to where I stood and held my

hand, his other hand on my cheek and his
eyes on mine.

Kumkani: Please, if this is about what

happened yesterday-

Me: Kumkani, as I’ve said before we cool.

Kumkani: Then if we cool, why uzohamba

ngoku but you said you leaving ngo 11:00?

Me: Because I need to talk to my father

about something. I swear this is about what
happened.
He sighed and nod his head, I gave him a
hug and he hugged me back. He
accompanied me to my car, once I was in I
honked before driving away.
·
·
I was now with my father, he was happy to
see me as always.

Me: So, I got a call from Zuko this morning.

He quickly looked at me with so much alert.

Me: He mentioned something about

Fikelwa dead.
Tata: Ohh, mxm and here I thought he
threatened you.

Me: He is accusing me of killing Fikelwa.

Tata: Avoid him, yazi phambanisa lowa.

Me: I know you have something to do with

her death.

Tata: Mna? Haa, ngoku ndi innocent kanje.

Me: Please, I don’t believe you shame.

Tata: No, it wasn’t me. Andina xesha

wobulala amasele.
I chuckled looking at him drink his whiskey,
sis Babsie came and gave me a slice of
cake since I was craving it.

Me: Aww mama, thank you for feeding my

cravings.

Babalwa: You glowing baby, pregnancy is

treating you good.

Me: Just hope I will be one of those ladies

with small, cute baby bumps.

Tata: Usitya kangaka? Asoze!

Me: Andino ngatyi mna, it’s not me wanting

the food it’s your grandchild.
They laughed and I ate my cake, I know my
father knows something about Fikelwa. I’m
just glad she will never bother us again, at
least I know she is gone for good.

×××
Around 14:00pm, I drove to Busi’s house
and found them drinking.

Me: Amanxila! Ithini bhabhalaza ngomso

worse it’s back to work ?

Mpumi: Yhuu mntase, don’t even mention it

wethu. I will cross the bridge when I get
there.

Liyema: Hayike mna, my daughter is at my

mother’s and I’m only going back to work
next month so yi chill.
Teddy: Ke mna, I have someone to lean on
xa ndi too hungover.

He looked at me smiling, I chuckled sitting

next to Busi grabbing a bottle of water in
the coolerbox.

Me: Siyakha, unjani?

Siyakha: I’m good, wena?

Me: Sharp. Not to be forward, but please

don’t forget to take your prescriptions.

She smiled looking at me.

Siyakha: I already did, reason why I’m not
drinking alcohol.

Me: Good. So how are you all?

Busi: Ndinxile, ndiyi pipi mntase!

Teddy: Mna andikho right, ndifuna pipi!

Me: Welele!

They laughed and we continued chatting,

they asked me how was my Saturday with
Kumkani and I told them. But I didn’t tell
them the part of me and him almost fucking.

[4 HOURS LATER.]
I was at home catching up on some series,
the name of them was SEX LIFE OF
COLLEGE GIRLS when a knock disturbed
me. When my intercom rang, I answered it.

Me: Ungubani?

Voice: I’m dective Sholi, sicela usivulele.

I took my gate remote and opened for them,

going to the door to wait for their presence.
I watch as the police van drove in, 2
policemen step out the van and walked to
me.

Me: Can I help you?

Detective 1: Yes, nguwe Yondi Mndini

moc?
Detective 2: Mfethu, suba cocky. We both
know you know, Yondi.

Me: Ndim uYondi, what is it?

Detective 1: Know anyone by the name of

Zuko Mpofu?

Me: He used to be my stepfather, I don’t

care about him futhi.

Detective 2: Mr. Mpofu, opened a case

against you.

Me: Case yantoni?

Detective: For murdering Fikelwa Mpofu,
his wife. I’m sorry but we have to take you
to the station for questioning.

I chuckled in disbelief, they looked at me

confused.

Me: Uba ndithe andifuni?

Detective 2: Soku thatha ngenkani.

Me: Uphi uZuko yena?

Detective 2: Down the station with the

Captain.

Me: Okay, wait here ndiyeza I have to get

something real quick.
They nod and I chuckled walking back in
my house, I went to get my Sjambok where
I usually put it. Then went back to the door
in speed, the detectives saw me rush to
them with my Sjambok and they ran a bit
far from me.

Me: Nibaleka ntoni?

Detective 1: Haibo, sibethelwa ntoni?

Me: Mamelani apha, tell la Zuko to come

here nani evha?! Ndifuna nizondi thatha
naye, rhaa!

Detective 2: Tjoo let’s go, mfethu.

Detective 1: We can’t leave without her,
Captain Thola will be go crazy.

Detective 2: So sibethwe? Andithi she says

we should come back to arrest her with
Zuko?!

Detective 1: Asinoko yiswa ngumntu oyi 1,

a woman at that!

No he didn’t, I swayed the sjambok getting

close to him then hit the side of his leg and
he groaned holding the Sjambok. I looked
at him rub where I hit with his other hand…

Me: Yeka le mvubu, yeka!

He let it go and ran away from me, they

stood there looking at me like I’m crazy.
Me: Ndili geza kakade, sanundi jonga njalo!

Detective 2: Yondi, we-

Me: Hambani apha and do as I said!

Detective 2: Okay, fine. We will come back

with Zuko.

Detective 1: Yhey uli geza wena!

Me: Mqundu wakho bitch! Rhaa eli

godololo!

I showed them my middle finger before

going in the house, I locked my door and
went to get my phone. I called my father
and he answered on the first ring like
always.

[PHONECALL.]
Tata: Yondi, are you okay?

Me: No, Zuko opened a case against me.

Tata: What? Uphi ngoku? Are you attested?

Me: No, 2 detectives came here to arrest

me but I chased them away with a
Sjambok.

He burst out laughing, I also heard more

laughter at the background. Guess he was
with his friends…
Tata: Ufuze bani ngo phambana?

Me: Wena, wena lo. Tata, I’m driving myself

to the station tomorrow ngoba I don’t want
them to come arrest me at work.

Tata: Don’t worry, I will fix this. Wena just

call your boss and tell him about this, so
that he knows why you won’t be at work.

Me: Okay, I love you.

Tata: I love you too, panini.

I dropped the call then sat on my couch, I

was about to walk to my wine cabinet and
grab a bottle of wine but I remembered I’m
pregnant. I put my hand over my belly then
sighed…
Me: Tjoo bhabha wam, you and making me
do crazy shit.

I chuckled thinking about what I did, no

marn. Hormones really makes one do crazy
shit, because I wouldn’t have the guts to do
lanto mna.

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He kissed the back of my neck sighing,

holding me tighter and pressing his erection
against my ass. I sighed feeling guilty for
leading him on, we slept in that position.

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THE JOURNALIST.
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YONDI MNDINI.
The following morning, I left my house
wearing my black jeans, black Nike
turtleneck and my white Nike sneaker. My
weave was in a low bun, futhi I have to do
my hair if it happens I don’t get arrested.

[AT THE POLICE STATION.]

I spoke to one of the front desk officers,
telling him why I am here.

Officer: Sisi, captain Thola is sort of in a

meeting for now, mind waiting?

Me: Sure, I will wait.

I sighed going to sit down on one of the
chairs, some of these people were staring
at me. I took out my phone and kept myself
busy. 45 minutes later, Captain Thola was
done with his meeting. He frowned looking
at me, then he approached me and I stood
up.

Me: Captain Thola.

Captain: Yondi, please follow me.

Me: Lead the way, Captain.

I followed him to the interrogation room,

once we were in I sat on the chair and he
sat on the opposite chair then leaned on the
desk with his elbows.
Captain: I heard you harassed two of my
detectives yesterday.

Me: Harass? I never harassed anyone, they

refused to listen to me so I did what came
first in mind.

Captain: I’m glad you came to the station

willingly.

Me: Not that I had a choice.

Captain: Do you know, Zuko Mpofu?

Me: Yes, I do.

Captain: How do you know him?

Me: He is married to the woman who gave
birth to me, uFikelwa Mpofu.

He chuckled dotting that down on his small

book.

Captain: You mean “was” married to

Fikelwa Mpofu. When last did you see her?

Me: The day she came to my father’s

house, acting like someone crazy. Dragging
the law into her stupid lies accusing my
father’s fianceé for something she didn’t do.

Captain: How was your relationship with

your mother?

Me: Don’t call her “my mother”, she just

gave birth to me that’s it!
Captain: Telling by your answer it’s seems
your relationship with her wasn’t good.

Me: There was no relationship between me

and Fikelwa. Can you just get to the point?

He shook his head making me hiss in

frustration.

Captain: Zuko Mpofu, claimed that he found

ashes of Fikelwa scattered on his doorstep.
With a note written “You will follow your wife
next”, do you know anything about that?

Me: Ohh so now he thinks I killed her?

Captain: Yes, isn’t that so?

Me: Does he have proof it was me?

Captain: No, but-

Me: But nothing! Until there is proof it was

me who killed her, there are no charges
against me.

Captain: You won’t tell me how to do my

job!

Me: The problem is you seem to be

struggling with your job.

Captain: Uthetha ubu bhanxa!

Me: Call Zuko here, the 3 of us has a lot to
discuss in front of my lawyer.

He looked at me with so much anger, I

leaned back on the chair taking out my
texted my dad on how far is the lawyer.
·
·
30 minutes later, my lawyer showed and we
discuss this matter while waiting on Zuko. I
don’t know why he wasn’t showing up, as
we waited one of the front desk officers
knocked and entered the interrogation
room.

Captain: We in the middle of something.

Officer: Sorry to disturb but this is about,

Zuko Mpofu.
Captain: Carry on. What about him?

Officer: He called the station claiming he

made a mistake and he is dropping the
charges.

Captain: What! That can’t be-

Me: Tshini it can be kanti, thank you for

wasting my time once again.

Naledi: As a lawyer, I find it very upsetting

that you questioned my client without my
presence.

Captain: It was just a few questions.

Naledi: Next time, do not just jump into
conclusions. Investigate before arresting
innocent people, get valid proof that will
back you up too.

I smiled looking at him, I followed my lawyer

out and we walked to the car talking about
this. I knew my dad had something to do
with Zuko, dropping the charges and I have
to call my father and thank him.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I had my hair done. I did a natural lace part
peruvian kinky straight lace frontal, my did I
not look gorgeous. I was feeling myself, my
eyebrows were laminated and I had new
eyelash extensions.
I was now at Wimpy, waiting for my order
which I asked them to put as take away so I
can go eat it at home. I also thought of
going to check on my new building
sometime during the week, the architecture
called telling me they are almost done.

Voice: Well, well, well.

I looked up only to find Amyoli, giving me a

cocky smile.

Me: Yabona sisi, andikho kwi mood ne? So

please ndikucela ngomoya wecawe to
leave.

Amyoli: Ohh please, you don’t scare me.

She sat down and called one of the waiters,
I wonder when am I getting my order so
that I can leave.

Amyoli: So, how does it feel losing a man? I

mean Sihle, was my man kakade.

Me: Is Sihle a man? Thought he was a boy.

Amyoli: Mxm, you just bitter wena.

Me: Sharp, nono.

Amyoli: Ohh I once told you I’m pregnant,

mna noSihle are going to be parents.

Me: Good for you.

She went on blabbing shit and I looked at
her annoyed, it took everything in me not to
bang her head on this table.

Me: Jonga, ndizo qoqosha isdima sam ndi

hambe. Before I do something that will land
me to jail, sundiqhela.

I stood up approaching the waiteress who

smiled giving me my takeaway.

Waitress: Sorry for delaying it.

Me: No, subana worry. Thank you ne?

Waitress: Okay. Umhle, even without make

up.
I smiled then walked away. I got to the
parking lot then climbed in my car, driving
away listening to some gospel. 45 minutes
later, I was parked in my driveway. I step
out my car and walked to my front door,
swaying my weave side to side. I stumble
upon a bunch of flowers on my doorstep,
with a giftback my heart raced as I kicked it
first just for safety. What if yi bomb?

Me: What the hell?

First person that came to mind was

Bragadier, but then he is out of the country
so it cant be moc. I sighed nervously then
unlocked my door opening it, then picked
up the flowers and giftbag. I rushed to the
lounge and put my takeaway on my coffee
table, then took out what was inside the
giftback. It was this purple lingerie, now this
is very weird and scary. Who sent me
these?

My phone buzzed as I tried finding a note or

something. L opened the message…

“Message: Hope you like your gifts, can’t

wait to see you in that sexy number.”

I quickly deleted the message and threw

the damn lingerie back in the giftbag, I
walked with the flowers and the bag out the
house. I threw them on the driveway, then
ran back inside to get a lighter so I can burn
la shit. Do I have a stalker? Haibo!

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THE JOURNALIST.
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SIHLE TWALA.
I sat in my office with my friend Onwaba,
we’ve been friends since high school but
after University we went separate ways.
Until this year, he moved to this side with
his wife Sbahle.

Me: Onwaba, what’s up with you?

Onwaba: What?

Me: You have been sitting there smiling,

deep in your thoughts.

Onwaba: Just thinking about a specific

someone.
Me: Kanene, ndalibala uba uyi cheater wen.

Onwaba: Why would I stop? Sbahle is good

in bed, but she has a loose pussy.

Me: You think your wife is also busy with

someone else?

Onwaba: I wouldn’t care because I have my

eyes on a certain someone.

He smiled drinking the whiskey, I chuckled

and leaned back on my chair.

Me: So, who were the flowers and lingerie

you bought yesterday for?
Onwaba: For the special lady I am rooting
for, she has to be mine again.

Me: Do I know her?

He looked at me creasing his eyebrows,

then gave me a small smile shaking my
head.

Me: Hmmm, goodluck on getting her back.

Onwaba: Ndingu bani mna? But, I want to

lay low for now…nje send her gifts as a
secret admirer.

I sighed thinking about Yondi, I really love

her with my all. I made a stupid mistake
cheating on her with Amyoli, worse our
relationship was still new.
Onwaba: You good, dude?

Me: No. Just thinking on how to get Yondi

back, worse she is pregnant now.

Onwaba: She is pregnang?! That can’t be.

Me: Why do you look stressed about her

pregnancy?

He cleared his throat, clenching his jaws

then looked at me.

Onwaba: I’m stressed in behalf of you, she

can’t be pregnant mfethu!
Me: I know, she should be carrying my
baby not ingcosi ka Bragadier!

Onwaba: Bragadier? Yondi, ulala nama

gintsa ngoku?

Me: Yeah, futhi la mjita is very protective of

her. But, I think Yondi is with him because I
hurt her.

Onwaba: So, uzothini?

Me: Obviously, I’m getting my woman back.

Yondi, is mine and mine alone.

Onwaba: Yeah, whatever.

I looked at him remembering something.

Me: How does Yondi know you?

Onwaba: What do you mean?

Me: I remember the other night, Yondi was

so angry to see you.

Onwaba: Ohh we once had a bad

encounter at some club.

He cleared his throat and I chuckled, taking

out my phone.

Me: Hayike, ingathi ngenivana because you

are going to be a best man in my marriage.

Onwaba: You want to marry her?

Me: Ewe tshini, I told you moc
ndimncanywa nyani lo mntana.

Onwaba: What about the baby she is

carrying? Ufuna ukondla umntana wenye
ndoda?

Me: I love Yondi moc mna, so don’t tell me

about inzalo ye gintsa!

Onwaba: A very dangerous gangster,

notorious one plus his friends.

Me: Mxm, andiboyiki wethu.

He shook his head then I looked at the
pictures I had of Yondi, thinking if I should
do what I’m thinking or not?
·
·
At my house, I rolled my eyes arriving and
finding Amyoli dressed in my T-shirt
standing in the middle of the house.

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Amyoli: Hey baby, I missed you.

Me: I asked you what are you doing here?

You the same reason why Yondi, broke up
with me!
Amyoli: Me? Ohh please, you and her were
never meant to be. You are meant for me.

Me: Leave my house, I need to rest.

Amyoli: But daddy, I’m horny njena. Your

baby has me craving for your dick..

She said that coming to me, why did I have

to get her pregnant? It should be Yondi
carrying my first child.

Me: You want dick? You will get dick ke.

I pulled her her to one of the couches in my

lounge, she giggled as I roughly bend her
over it.
Amyoli: I always like it when you are this
rough!

I pulled the T-shirt she was wearing up, she

wasn’t wearing any panties. I unzipped my
zip pulling down my pants with boxers, then
fucked her hard.

Amyoli: Aaa…yess! Fuck me!

I imagined that she was Yondi, closing my

eyes thrusting her from behind.

Me: Fuck…Yondi babe!

Amyoli: What?! Did you just-

Me: Yhey! Do you want dick or not?

Amyoli: I do, but don’t call me by that bitch’s
name!

I pulled her hair tilting her head to the back,

she whinced and moaned while I gave her
thrust.

Amyoli: You hurting me!

Me: I don’t want to ever hear you calling my

woman a bitch again, yandiva!

Amyoli: Ewe, aaaa…

She screamed as I rammed my dick harder

and faster, groaning Yondi’s name. After
sometime, I came inside Amyoli and she
followed her whole body shaking.

Me: Hamba apha, I will call you regarding

my baby.

Amyoli: We can’t live separately, what if

something happens to our baby?

Me: If you stay here, you will use one of the

guestrooms. The only thing that brings us
together is the baby you carrying.

Amyoli: Oksalayo, Yondi moved on. She is

happy without you, why don’t you get that?

I gave her a backslap, she screamed

looking at me shocked. Fuck! I’m doing
exactly what Lukholo did to Liyema, my
father never groomed us to raise hands to a
but Amyoli is upsetting me.

Me: Don’t you dare mention Yondi’s name if

you going to spew shit yandiva?

Amyoli: Sihle, I love you…why are you so

obsessed with Yondi?

Me: It’s not obsession, it’s love.

She forcefully kissed me and I pushed her

off, she did it again then I strangled her.

Me: Don’t make me kill you, because I will

do exactly that and bury.
Amyoli: Please love me, tell me you love
me!

Me: I have never loved you! Su phambana

marn, kawusuke unuka nomlomo!

I let go of her then went to my room, I

banged the door shut locking it then
loosened my tie sitting on my bed. I took
out my phone then tried calling Yondi, but
she didn’t answer. I’m glad she hasn’t
blocked me yet, that means she still loves
me.
×××

I sighed then looked at the pictures that just

got in my WhatsApp, it was from Sbahle.

Me: Shit!
I said that staring at the pictures of her
shaved pussy, she has been doing this for
weeks. Ever since she saw me, worse she
is married to my best friend. I can’t betray
Onwaba, by sleeping with his wife. A video
followed I opened it swallowing, she was
fucking herself with a dildo squirting but the
video had no sound. I groaned stroking my
dick, no I won’t let temptation do me like
that. I quickly texted her…

My text: Stay away from me, don’t make me

tell Onwaba you sending me nudes.

I sent the text then switched off my phone

throwing it on the bed. My thoughts trailed
back to Yondi, she keeps invading my mind
and I have to get her to be mine again.
°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 68.
TEDDY GXAKA.
Tuesday morning, I was eating a fruit salad
still dressed in my morning robe. I’m off for
today and tomorrow at work, and I told
myself that I won’t spend my off days
finishing unfinished work. I am going to
pamper myself and have some good time, I
miss Yondi though what’s worse is I didn’t
see her yesterday at work and she was
offline the whole day.

I went on with my morning, you know the

normal routine. Showering, lotioning and
dressing for the day. I wore my denim
shorts, my white turtleneck and my pair of
white sneakers. Nothing too much, just njee
something to make me comfortable for this
day.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
I was looking brand new, with my platinum
brushcut. Jonga! My skin was popping in
this new hairstyle, I’m sure Yondi will be
shocked to see that I cut my baby afro she
really adored it. I went to Liquor and
brought myself some wine, just njee to chill
at my house and watch some Tv shows.

My phone rang and it was my mother.

Me: Mama?

Mama: Hey bhabha, how are you?

Me: I’m okay and you?

Mama: I’m perfect, just miss you. I have

something to tell you.

Me: Go ahead, I’m listening.

I opened my car boot and placed the plastic

with alcohol there, closed it then went to get
in the driver’s seat.

Me: Mama, what’s wrong?

Mama: You father is in town and uthi he

wants to meet you.
Me: Andifuni, andithi he disappeared on me
when I was 5. After he discovered that I’m
gay?

Mama: I know, I just wanted to give you a

heads up.

Me: Do you still want him?

Mama: Thokoza, don’t be ridiculous! He is

married with 2 wives, futhi I wouldn’t go
back to old flames.

Me: Khona when are you getting a man?

Mama: I have a man, ndoda e’sexy at that!

Me: Yaas wena, Nomvula!

She laughed at the fact that I called her by
her first name, she hates it so much. She
prefers to be called Primrose, that’s her
english name.

Me: Kodwa ke, mama I don’t want to meet

my sperm donor. He can stay the hell away
from me, I’m still the proud gay son he was
embarrassed about.

Mama: I understand. Futhi you have me,

but just be on the look out for him.

Me: Noted. I love you, mama wam.

Mama: I love you way more, let me go back

to work ke.
I blew her air kisses before dropping, I
chuckled waiting to tell my sperm donor all
sorts of shit when he decides to approach
me.
·
·
I was watching some TikTok videos on my
phone, feeling tipsy. It’s been an hour I’ve
been lazing around this couch and drinking,
the TV was on but I had it on mute. My
doorbell rang and this person kept pressing
it non-stop, which was so annoying.

Me: Hayi rhaa, ndiyeza!

I sat up straight and exhaled, trying to

compose my anger. Whoever this idiot is,
uyadika! I stood going to the door..
Me: Yewena mqundu, I said I’m coming!

I finally opened the door only to be met by

the sexy face of Akhona, they are back? He
bit his lower lip looking at me smiling, I
smiled forgetting that I was angry.

Akhona: No hug, no nothing?

Me: Hayi wethu, undicaphukisile futhi.

Akhona: Xolo kaloku, sthandwa.

Me: Mxm!

I left him standing there and he chuckled, I

heard the door shut and I sat down on my
couch.
Akhona: Uzimincile apha?

Me: Yeah, I mean why not?

Akhona: Don’t you have work tomorrow?

Me: Nope, I will go to work Thursday.

He sat down next to me. We are friends

nothing much bethu, he is straight so ninga
cingeli bo lovie.

Me: So AK…how was your getaway?

Unayo ne glow…

Akhona: It was fun, kodwa ndi diniwe ngoku

I need a massage.
Teddy: Well since I have magic hands, I
can offer you one.

He smiled then agreed, I stood up going to

my room to grab some massaging oils.
Once I had them, I went back to the lounge
and found Akhona removing his T-shirt. All
his tattoos were exposed, they suited him
shame. Yhuuu amagintsa are damn hot!

Me: Help me get the massage bed in the

storeroom, u’fit futhi so uzokwazi uyi
phakamisa.

Akhona: Show me the storeroom.

Me: Follow the leader.

He chuckled and followed me, I could feel
his eyes on me. But then I remembered “no
marn, Akhona is straight so he wouldn’t
check me out”. Plus nam, I don’t want to
involve myself with another guy after
Dumisani. Men are tricksters…

[FEW MOMENTS LATER.]

He was now laying on his stomach on the
massage bed, while I massaged his upper
body. He kept letting releasing soft groans,
meaning he was enjoying it.

Me: So, la chomi yakho uBragadier…is he

really planning to be a deadbeat father?

Akhona: Mamela dear, let’s not involve

ourselves kwi matters zabantu abayi two.
Who knows we might wake tomorrow, only
to find out they are dating.

Me: Phof ke…I really shipped them, even

though they weren’t dating.

Akhona: I know right. They have that thing,

that screams “Power couple”…mmm yenza
apha, shit.

I giggled massaging where he pointed, it

went silent for a while.

Akhona: Ye Teddy?

Me: Hmm?

Akhona: Awurhaleli siye club tonight?

Me: You want to go clubbing with me?
Awuzoba awkward being seen with a gay in
public?

Akhona: I don’t care a damn about what

people will say, moc. And besides I want to
drink, umqala womile!

Me: What if I get shot by one of your

gangster enemies?

Akhona: Zoba safe marn phola.

I sighed wrapping up this massage session,

Akhona sat up and looked at me. I walked
to the kitchen telling him, I’m going to make
a quick sandwich. Minutes later, while I was
slicing the tomato I felt Akhona’s tall figure
hug me from behind. I swallowed feeling his
hard erection against my butt.

Akhona: Breath joe, theni wa stiff?

Me: You caught me off guard.

Akhona: Theni don’t your friends hug you?

Me: They do, but you my first ever male

friend. So…

Akhona: Khululeka marn, masincokole as

you make us sandwich.

Me: So you going to hug me from behind

while ndi busy?
Akhona: Yhr, chop, chop! Ndilambile joe!

He kissed the back of my neck with his cold

lips, sending shivers down my spine. I slap
his hand away as he tried sneaking his
hand to take one slice of tomato.

Akhona: Haibo?

Me: Linda tshini, suba greedy.

Akhona: Ndiyafa yindlala. So kawutsho

joe…

Me: Nditsho ntoni?

Akhona: Ngubani uDumisani?

I put down the knife then turned to look at
him, he stared at me with a straight face.

Me: How do you know, Dumisani?

Akhona: This one time, you were swearing

him over the phone and ubungekho happy.

Me: You listen to my phone conversations?

Akhona: Ubungxola tshini and I’m not deaf

mna.

Me: Yenye naaier, please don’t ever

mention his name.
I gave him my back again and went back to
slicing, he chuckled and blew air on my
neck biting it.

Me: Yadika shame, tjuu!

Akhona: Kanti I’m still going to annoy you.

He kept giving me neck kisses as we spoke

about which club we will go to tonight. He
also asked me to crash at his house after
umnxilo, haibo it’s nice having male friends
kodwa. Ndiya risk.a ne? Ngoba li gintsa
lomntu, yhuu hayi ndiyekeni as long as all
my friends are sexy and hot. Ngoba I’m
also hot moc!

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 69.
TEDDY GXAKA.
Yesterday was a blast, Akhona and I were
in our own world drinking and dancing.
Some of the ladies that were in the club
gave me nasty stares, ngoba I was with
Akhona. Some tried their luck on him, but
he would chase them away. I didn’t care
about those ladies anyways all I cared
about was the expensive alcohol we drank,
Akhona almost got us into an accident
when he drove us to his house. Kodwa, we
had fun wethu and my hangover wasn’t that
bad, thank god because I’m going to work
tomorrow.

A knock came through the room, I obviously

slept in the guestroom.
Me: Ngena.

The door opened and Akhona appeared,

with a tray in his hand.

Me: Nchoo, you made breakfast?

Akhona: Rhaaa, mna make? I ordered

breakfast, bhabha.

Me: Enkosi, what time is it? Phone yam is

no where to be found.

Akhona: Xesha ngu 09:00am.

Me: Okay, iphi phone yam?

He looked away clearing his throat, no don’t
tell me I lost my phone.

Me: Asoze! Did I lose it?

Akhona: No, I kind of borrowed it.

Me: When? I need my phone please. Futhi

how did I get in your T-shirt?

Akhona: I put you in it, ina itya sizo hamba.

I thanked him for the food, he removed the

bed cover from my legs then placed my feet
on his laps. I put the tray on my thighs and
ate the breakfast, didn’t realise I was that
hungry. Akhona, was busy giving me foot
rubs.
Me: So where are we going?

Akhona: We going for a walk at the beach.

Me: I definitely need that, ngoba I’m going

back to work ngomso.

Akhona: Your boss is unnecessary, lovie.

He should have given you a week off, uya
bhanxa qhaa.

Me: Can I ask?

Akhona: Yeah, sure.

I took a sip from my juice and swallowed it,

before clearing my throat.
Me: Since you a gangster-

Akhona: Don’t even, don’t ask me about my

gangster infidelities please.

He looked at me with a straight face, I

wasn’t even going to ask about him.

Me: I wasn’t going to ask about you. Just

wanted to know if do you know la gang
kuthiwa yi “Seventh Circle”?

It went silent for a while, he sighed then

looked to my feet again.

Akhona: No, andibazi why ubuza?

Me: Just curious, you know. I wish I knew
the members, ingathi they are hot guys
njee.

Akhona: So ubuziswa kuba you crushing on

them?

Me: Duh! Obviously, I know it’s weird but I

always imagined them as tall, buff and
tattoed men. Yhuu wena Akhona, if I would
meet them ndingafa in peace!

He chuckled shaking his head, no because

I wish to meet those smart devils. They
really smart because everytime they do
their jobs, they make sure they do it
topnotch.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was dressed in my short floral dress,
Akhona was taking pictures of me. We were
at the beach like he said…

Me: Kaloku, tell me when you done.

Akhona: Pholas, sungxama.

Me: Andithi my skin is giving? Akhona,

andiku thembanga ngezi pictures.

Akhona: Yhey marn, just pose wena and

stop questioning me!

I giggled at how annoyed he is before

posing again, people kept looking at us. I’m
happy to have a male friend, I mean as a
gay amajita always judge us kaloku and
insult us. But, ndi happy Akhona is
comfortable being seen with me.

Akhona: Hayi rhaa, ndidikiwe ngoku!

Me: Okay, let me see them.

I walked to him and grabbed the phone, it

was his phone. Andiyazi, why he didn’t
want to give me mine. He stood behind me
as we looked at the pictures, they were
actually good.

Me: Ayii lanto I thought you taking shitty

pictures!

Akhona: It couldn’t be me, sthandwa.

We shared a laugh and took a walk down
the beach, with him holding my hand
walking along side with me. Few ladies at
the beach, gave us those judging eyes. The
eyes that said “how can a hot guy like
Akhona, be so cosy with a gay”, but we
ignored them ngoba we came to the beach
not them.
·
·
Around 12:00pm in the afternoon, he drove
us back to his house. Once we were in I
kicked off my slides and walked to his
sitting room, he followed me then chuckled
as I sat down sighing.

Akhona: Tired?

Me: Tjooo, ngaske ndi lale!

Akhona: Ndicela uzohlala aphe caleni
kwam, sthandwa?

He pat the open space next to him on the

couch, after sitting down.

Me: Ndiright kule single couch njena.

Akhona: Ohyini, kawenze joe.

I sighed then went to take a seat next to

him, he gave me a smile and I returned it.

Me: Yintoni?

Akhona: There is something inviting about

you, Teddy.
Me: Why usitsho?

Akhona: You know how to make a straight

man, fall in your trap.

Me: What trap? Hayi wena, suphambana.

I chuckled and the unexpected happened,

HE KISSED ME! Akhona kissed me and
that really shocked me. Kanti isn’t this guy
straight? He pulled out the kiss then looked
at me, I was too shock to respond to the
kiss.

Akhona: Why ungandi ncamisi?

Me: Akhona, you caught me off guard. I
thought you are straight?

Akhona: I am vele, but as I’ve said…there

is something inviting about you.

Me: Look, I don’t want you to be something

you not. Just don’t-

He cut me mid-sentence.

Akhona: Ndibuzile, why did you not kiss me

back?

Me: Because, uhm…

Akhona: Uyandoyika?
Me: No.

Akhona: Then kiss me, lovie.

I looked at him and he was serious, we

kissed manyani ke. He has those cold lips,
but zi soft kamnandi. He pulled me to sit on
top of him, I didn’t hesitate then he wrapped
his arms around my waist as we kissed.
Minutes later, we pulled out the kiss then I
shyed away which made him chuckle.

Akhona: Uqale nini uba shy, Teddy?

Me: Akhona…

Akhona: Ndijonge when you are talking to

me.
I sighed before looking him in the eye, we
had a stare contest. It’s like he was
searching for something, through my eyes
yhoo intle le ndoda. I blinked and tried
getting off him, because I felt his hard
erection on my butt. He stopped me from
getting off him.

Akhona: Uyaphi? Am I making you

uncomfortable?

Me: No, just that you acting strange.

Akhona: Strange how?

Me: Firstly you kissed me, now undijonge

ngathi undi rhalela etrasini.
Akhona: What if I do?

Me: We can’t, I don’t want things to be

awkward between us after fucking.

Akhona: Yintoni ezo yenza izinto zibe

awkward?

I looked away then he turned my face to

look at him, using his index and middle
fingers.

Akhona: Phendula kaloku, sthandwa.

Undijonge futhi…

Me: As you’ve said you are straight, I don’t

want you to regret fucking my gay ass.
Akhona: What will make me regret?

Me: Andazi you know. I also feel like you

are trying to experiment on me.

He sighed then put his hands under my

dress, caressing my butt cheeks while
looking at me in the eye.

Akhona: Ndiqale nini ubayi Scientist?

I giggled at what he just asked me, tshini

what a question.

Me: You know what I mean.

Akhona: I don’t. Uzama uthi I’m trying to
sleep with you, kuba ndifuna uba la weii
yoba “nam I once slept with a gay”?

Me: Ewe, isn’t that true?

Akhona: Andiphambani Teddy, andithi I told

you there is something inviting about you?

Me: You did.

Akhona: Ngoku?

Me: Ndiyoyika. I don’t want to be in a

relationship mna.

Akhona: Mna ndithe ndifuna isdyolo?

Me: Hayi. Akhona, let’s just drop le topic.

Akhona: We not dropping anything. Undive

ndi ringa ngo dyola na?

Me: Hayi.

Akhona: Ngoku…why, uziqeqisa sthandwa

sam?

I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. What is it

with Akhona? Futhi his damn erection
against my butt, makes me crave to taste it.

Akhona: Let me go shower ne? Just to get

rid of le mbatyo yam, awundi thathi serious
moc uthi ndifuna experiment ngawe.
He gave me a peck then stood up with me
still on top of him, making me giggle.

Akhona: Mxm, I wonder uhleka ntoni.

Me: Suqumba kaloku, Peto. Why don’t you

one of your booty calls?

Akhona: That would be very disrepectful. I

told you ndifuna spend.a sometime with
you, ngoku booty call iyaphi?

Me: Okay, put me down ke.

He spanked my ass, before french kissing

me then put me down.
Akhona: Ungabi confused ke sthandwa, ndi
straight ne? Qha I find you very inviting..

Me: Sharp, ndivile. Now go, ndi dikiwe

ubona erection yakho.

Akhona: Awubaweli ubona the original pipi?

Me: Hayi Akhona, kawuhambe!

We shared a laugh, I tried pushing him

away. But he held on to my waist, looking at
me.

Akhona: Kandi shayele sandwich kaloku.

Me: Ask me, ndicele Akhona.

Akhona: Ndizoyi gqiba nini into THE
JOURNALIST.

INSERT 70.
YONDI MNDINI.
I looked at Mpendulo as I sat down on the
chair, we were in his office. He asked for
my presence and I came, he is my boss
after all but his smile got me wondering.

Me: Okay…sir, why are you smiling at me

like that?

Mpendulo: Have I ever told you that you are

not just a employee to me, but my sister.

Me: Mr. Lugalo, please talk. What’s going

on?
Mpendulo: Thanks to you and telling us
indaba zethu the other day, my wife and I
are working on our marriage.

I smiled looking at him, he looked really

happy.

Me: I’m glad you are, just hopw you won’t

cheat on her again.

Mpendulo: Never! Amanda, means

everything to me.

Me: Not to be forward, but what about

Inathi?
Mpendulo: I made arrangements with my
lawyer, once the baby is born we will
echange him.

Me: It’s a him?

Mpendulo: I hope it’s a him, girls are very

stressful.

Me: Haibo, excuse you!

We shared a laugh, he looks fine and I’m

glad I spoke some senses to them the other
day. What they did was very childish…

Mpendulo: Reason why you are here,

Amanda said I should give you this.
I took the giftbag from him, looking
confused.

Me: What is this?

Mpendulo: Open up, uzobona.

I smiled opening the gift, it was a voice

recorder. It looked expensive futhi, I smiled
happily admiring it.

Me: Wait, is this all mine?!

Mpendulo: All yours, that is her thank you

gift. She knows how you love your job…

Me: Ohh my! It looks expensive though,

enkosi. Thank her on my behalf…
Mpendulo: Will do, now get back to Yondz!

Me: On it boss, bye.

I walked out the office happy, with the gift I

got from Mrs. Lugalo. I sat on my desk, how
I wish Teddy was here I miss him.
Tomorrow should come, ndizombona.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I tossed and turned on my bed, trying to
avoid my craving for ice cream. I know once
I eat it, I won’t be able to sleep since it is
something sweet.

Me: Ha.ana bhabha ke, why this craving?

Couldn’t you at least chose something with
less sugar.
I sighed and stood up going to my kitchen
to get the ice cream, once I had it I went to
the lounge and switched on the TV while
eating the ice cream. It taste good, I felt
like drinking that glass of wine Dr.
Bathandwa claimed I could drink and
assured it won’t be a danger to the baby.

Me: Yondi, no wine. You can’t risk…tjuu

bhabha, please tell Satan to not tempt me
nge wine.

I chuckled at my stupidness, I’m talking to

my belly and I’m sure the baby hasn’t
develop hearing yet. Kodwa, this is me
bonding with my baby moc… Once I was
done, I switched off the Tv and took the left
ice cream and put it back in the freezer. I
smiled going to my bed happily, once my
head hit the pillow it was lights out.
·
·
The following morning, I woke up and did
my normal morning routine for work. I was
in such a good mood today, even my outfit
was screaming “ukwi good mood, Yondi!”. I
was wearing a white Unity Bishop Sleeve
Satin Top, basic green Twist Set skirt and
my nude Stiletto Heeled Strap Sandal. My
frontal weave was nicely done and my
make up, was on point.

××××
At work my heels clicked on the tile as I
greeted everyone, I walked pass. I found
Teddy already seated on his working
station..
Me: Teddy, my Teddy bear.

Teddy: Someone is in a good mood.

Awumhle, haibo uyasilwa?

Me: Ndikwi war nani sarna. Unjani?

I asked that giving him a hug, before kissing

his forehead. As I sat down looking at him
all smiles, I noticed he has a lovebite.

Me: Teddy, who is the new man in your

life?

Teddy: I swear there is no new man, chomi.

Me: And the lovebite?

Teddy: These are Akhona’s doings, and no
we did not fuck.

I quickly looked at him, did he just say

“Akhona”?

Me: Ted, which Akhona are we talking

about?

Teddy: Chomi ka Bragadier, you didn’t

know they are back?

Me: No, do you know what them being back

means?

Teddy: Come on, you and Bragadier should

sit down and talk.
Me: No, I made peace with the fact that
ndizobayi single mom. I won’t force this
baby, down his throat.

We were whispering, no one knows about

my pregnancy except the people close to
me.

Teddy: Oksalayo, you two still have to talk.

Whooo here comes the bitch…

I looked to where he looked, Amyoli was

walking to my desk furious. How did she
even know where I work? What am I
asking, because everyone knows where I
work since I’m “Yondi Mndini.”

Amyoli: What did you do to him?!

Everyone had their eyes already on us, I
exhaled trying to compose my anger.

Me: Please, ndikucela ngo moya wecawe.

Leave my workplace, ayondawo ye drama
le.

Amyoli: I won’t leave, until you tell me what

you did to uSihle! What did you do to my
man?!

I stood up furious as Mpendulo came to us,

he looked at the anger in me face.

Mpendulo: Yondi, everything alright?

Me: Sorry for this unprofessionalism boss, I
will sort it out.

Amyoli: Sort it out vele, you bitch! My man

screams your name during sex!

I went over to her and dragged her roughly

by her arm, she kept trying to fight me off
but I’m angry and I told myself I won’t let
her go. Once we were out the building, I
gave her a very thunderous backslap. She
stumbled and looked at me shocked.

Me: Uzo hamba apha, don’t you ever

bother me again or it won’t be just impama!

I flipped my weave and walked back in the

building, leaving her standing there. Andizo
nyelwa ngo Amyoli, I looked at my
colleagues look at me as I walked near the
working stations.

Me: Okay guys, I’m sorry for what just

happened. I had no idea izokwenzeka
nam…

Khosi: Yondz baby, I’m your servant mna.

Please tell me how did you manage to stay
calm, after la nkukhu scream at you like
that?

We all shared a brief laugh, I know bafuna

indaba zam and I won’t give them any.

Me: No marn, calmness is my nature baby.

Anam: Mna ngekudala ndimthe

chokeslamm!
We laughed as she chokeslammed the air,
Mpendulo clapped his hands twice.

Mpendulo: Okay now everyone, since that

is sorted. Back to work!

Teddy: Haibo boss, couldn’t you give us a

break just njee to talk a little? Nawe you
could join us.

Mpendulo: Mna ke, all I will say is. There is

something called “salary deduction”.

Teddy: Hayi, tjuu everyone let’s get back to

work!
We laughed and Mpendulo left us getting
back to our work, it’s fun having to share a
laugh with abantu you work with. Veske ibe
worse when your boss, share laughs with
his employees.

[A FEW HOURS LATER.]

It was knock off time and I was craving for
umbengo, so I drove myself to this other
Kasi. I know this old woman, who sells
umbengo o’juicy pha they call her Mamu D.
When I arrived at my destination, she
smiled seeing me.

Mamu D: Look at you! Ndaku gqibela

kudala.

Me: Mamu D, unjani?

Mamu D: Ndimhle mntanam, ndinuka
nomlilo!

She hugged me and I smiled hugging her

back, she is such a nice lady and she is
very loud. Bayavana noTeddy.

Mamu D: Uphi Teddy, today?

Me: He is knocking off late.

Mamu D: Okay. Khajonge abaya,

bayahleba..

I looked at the stand across hers, two

women selling veggies kept talking and
looking over this side.
Mamu D: They are jealous ke mntanam,
since business indi hambela mthebelele!

Me: Be careful they don’t bewitch you.

Mamu D: Banganya apha kum, not ku

Mamu D! Yhuu, I would squash them like
cockroaches, rhaa my Yondi!

I laughed as we kept having conversations,

with her telling me the latest gossip of her
kasi. Her business was really booming,
because people kept placing orders some
were taking their orders. Nam, I was
keeping her company as I wait for my order.
·
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Now I was at home, I removed my heels
and placed umbengo wam in the
microwave. While I rushed to take a quick
shower, before eating ngoba ndinuka umsi
but it wasn’t that bad. 45 minutes later, I’m
done taking a shower and I went to eat my
meat. It tasted so good, tjuu ndi greedy
kodwa…after eating I washed the plate I
used then poured myself a glass of wine.
Just one glass, I swear I would never drink
again.

I sat on my couch as I was about to sip my

wine, a knock disturbed me. I frowned
wondering “who was it”?

Me: Okay, ndiyeza!

I sighed and place the glass of wine on the

table, rushing to attend the door. I opened
and my heart raced seeing the man who
impregnated me, standing tall on my
doorway.

Ezile: Baby, unjani?

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha, Bragadier?

Ezile: I miss you. I came to check if wena

ne ngcosi, ni grand.

Me: Si right, please go ke. Ngoba we

definitely were doing fine without you, nxx!

I was about to shut the door but he pushed

it open. He looked different, like freakishly
hot and sexy. I’m sure he had fun wherever
in the world he was, I rolled my eyes
walking to my lounge. He followed me and
noticed the glass of wine on the table, I
looked at him sitting down as he frowned at
me.

Ezile: Yasela baby? Umithi dammit!

Me: The Gynecologist said, I’m allowed to

drink at least one glass.

Ezile: Xelele lo gynecologist ndithe “fuck

you, masende kayihlo”.

I chuckled in disbelief and anger as he took

the wine glass, and gulped the wine down
his throat.

Me: You come back from wherever, uza

kwam to dictate my life. Uyintoni wena ku lo
mntana, andithi you never wanted this
baby?
Ezile: Ndingu yihlo wakhe.

Me: We don’t need you, Ezile hamba apha!

Ezile: Sungxola baby, I’m right in front of

you and I can hear you.

I cried guys, I’m angry and he is this calm?

Stupid hormones showing at the wrong
time!

Me: Bhuti ndini, please leave my house. My

baby and I don’t know you!

Ezile: You mean “our baby”?

He sighed sitting on my table, opposite me
as I sat on the couch. I looked away wiping
my tears and he chuckled.

Ezile: While I was in Spain, I did a lot of

thinking-

Me: You should’ve stayed in Spain!

Ezile: Baby, I’m trying okay. Give me a

second chance, let me be there for you and
our baby.

Me: You never wanted the baby, what

changed?

Ezile: True, I never wanted the baby.

Kodwa now I’m trying to be there for both of
you.
Me: Why now? What changed? You
suddenly grew fond of kids just by being
away?

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, he

looked frustrated.

Ezile: I realized that this baby, is proof of

our love.

Me: What love, Ezile? Ulilo ne menemene.

He chuckled taking my hands, his touch did

something to me. Something magical njee..

Ezile: Yayazi I love you njena, more than

anyone or anything.
Me: I will let you be in your baby’s, but mna
I’m so over you.

Ezile: We both know you not over me. Sizi

soulmate mna, nawe.

Me: Mxm.

Ezile: I really see future with you,

Mafungwashe. No one else, but you…ohh
of course and our little bullet over here.

Me: Umntanam is not a bullet.

Ezile: Uyiyo! Andithi ugqoboze ngapha kwe

prevention pills?
Me: Don’t bore me, please.

Ezile: Creation yethu. Bullet yethu. First

born yethu, Ghabadiya wet-

Me: Okay, shut up.

I smiled looking at him and he chuckled,

see xandithi “men have magics”.

Ezile: Ndizobayi Taima, meaning you and

our baby are my biggest priority. Yes, I
never wanted the baby. Heck I don’t love
kids at all, nawe uyayazi but I will never
abandon my blood.

Me: You wanted to.

Ezile: Nawe uyava “wanted” past tense
lonto. Sikwi present ngoku, just us 3. I will
be there for you both, always and forever.
Andithi they say “first time for everything”?
You will be a first time mom, I will be a first
time “Dada”.

I giggled as he poked my belly, rubbing on

it as if the bump is already visible.

Ezile: Lo mntana deserves yonke love we

could give him/her. We will shower our
baby with nothing but love, I will learn to
love our baby. Yi symbol of our many love
making sessions, I don’t regret fucking you
raw futhi.

Me: I don’t want it to be like I manipulated

you to be in this baby’s life. Do you want lo
mntana, because I told you that “if you don’t
want the baby, it means stay away from
me”?

Ezile: No, I told you while I was on training I

did a lot of thinking.

I sighed and nod, he smiled with both his

hands on my belly. We looked at each other
smiling…

Me: Do you think the baby was conceived

when we fucked on the balcony?

Ezile: Who knows? It could be in the

shower, andazi qha simenzile. Yayazi
kaloku sinamnyala thina…

We shared a short laugh, I guess this guy

has a hold on me.
Ezile: Remember when we fucked in the
empty pantry?

Me: Please don’t remind me, what were we

thinking that day?

Ezile: Lento ndithi we are freaky! Our sex

life is perfect moc marn, it is adventurous.

I laughed and he chuckled, he is not lying

when we get sexually wild there is no
stopping us. We spoke more about our
baby, he kept apologizing for how he
reacted the night I told him about my
pregnancy. Yhr ne, Bragadier une magics
and tricks…I’m all of the suddeden melting
in his arms kodwa I was angry at him not
long ago. Ndiyi tyisile team guys, forgive
me bethuna zi magics zakhe. He kept
caressing my belly, giving me kissing as we
cuddled on the couch with him telling me
about his trip to Spain.

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Kawenze joe!

He left me chuckling, going to his room for

a shower. I went to his kitchen to make him
the sandwich, he wanted. I smiled thinking
about the kiss Akhona and I shared, I have
to tell Yondi about what happened here.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up all smiles, I mean last night was
amazing sarna. Ezile, really kept me
company and I was hoping we would fuck
but we didn’t. He said he just wanted to
spend sometime with me since he missed
me, so we cuddled on the couch and he left
around 00:00am midnight. My phone rang
as I finished getting dress…

[PHONECALL.]
I smiled seeing that it was Ezile, ndiske
ndamthanda worse!

Me: Hey, Guluva.

Ezile: Baby, please open the door for me.

Me: Haibo, I’m going to work njena.

Ezile: I know ngoba I will be taking you
there, you can’t drive while pregnant.

Me: Ndiyeza.

I dropped the call and wore my sleepers,

rushing with a smile on my face to open the
door. I opened and found him smiling back
at me, I giggled throwing myself in his arms
and he chuckled spinning me around as we
hugged.

Ezile: Baby wam, missed me? Awumhle

marn…

Me: I’m just happy to see you, awumhle

nawe.
Ezile: So you not planning to let go of me?

Me: No, I’m still enjoying le feeling of being

in your arms.

He chuckled and hugged me tighter, he lift

me up and I wrapped my legs around his
waist as he walked further in the house
carrying me. He got to the lounge and he
sat on the couch with me still wrapping my
legs around his waist.

Ezile: Hlala kakuhle kaloku, baby wam.

Me: No, ndiright kanje.

Ezile: Your legs are going to have cramps,

at least accommodate them.
Me: Okay, fine.

I sulked and straddle his lap, he smiled

looking at me.

Ezile: Yintoni waqutha umlomo?

Me: Mxm. So, how did you sleep?

Ezile: I slept wonderful, the way I missed

having you in my arms. I even slept wearing
your gown.

Me: The one you stole the other day?

Guluva onjani onxiba gown e’pink?
Ezile: Gown ye ntombi yam kaloku, I don’t
mind being in your gown the whole day.

I smiled and gave him a kiss, he chuckled

and spanked my ass.

Me: Worse ndizoba late emsebenzini.

Ezile: Ungena ubani?

Me: 09:00, ngu 07:00 ngoku…

I said looking at the clock on the wall of my

lounge, he pulled my bottom lip with his
teeth making me giggle.

Ezile: We still have time, worse nam I have

a meeting ngo 09:30.
Me: Haa Ezile, you will be late moc.

Ezile: They can wait, I have important

people that comes first.

I blushed looking away, he chuckled

making me look at him.

Ezile: Ndijonge. Why are you shying away?

Me: I wasn’t shying away, Guluva.

Ezile: Ithi “Guluva wam”, uzondi claim.a

nini?

Me: I claimed you njena, tshini wena

Bragadier.
Ezile: Tjoo sizo xabana ke, andingo
Bragadier kuwe baby.

I giggled at how annoyed he was, I twerked

while straddling him and he laughed smiled
biting his lower lip leaning on the couch.

Ezile: Uzo mosha ke, you want me to be

horny?

Me: You are already horny njena.

Ezile: Do you blame me? I mean undenza

ndi batywe.

I giggled and went for his neck, he groaned

lightly as I sucked on it giving him a
lovebite. He caressed my ass chuckling,
haibo I’m busy being lovey dovey but
ndizoba late for work.

Ezile: Undenzani?

Me: I gave you a lovebite, ayintle. Wanna

see it?

Ezile: Take a picture of it, ndifuna ubona lo

mhlola uwenze kum.

He gave me his phone, I know his

password so I punched it in and took a
picture of the lovebite. I gave him back the
phone and he looked at it, before looking at
me.
Ezile: Ayinkulu, but when I give you
lovebites you complain.

Me: You give me too many wena, veske

uyibaxe.

Ezile: Baby awukho fair, iza let’s take quick

selfies futhi.

We took selfies ke, when we looked at our

pictures I smiled.

Ezile: Yabona siyafanelana?

Me: Ewe ne? Funeke ndide ndikunike

chance marn.
Ezile: Oksalayo, ndazi si thandana mna. Si
in love, ngoku ungandi vumanga baby
wam.

Me: Mmm, take me to work futhi.

Ezile: Njee, ndigaye nge quickie nyana?

Me: Fine, if I get a written warning for being

late izoba yi fault yakho.

Ezile: Iza marn, give me some of that

yummy pussy.

I giggled as he put me in a doggy position

on the couch, I made sure I bend my back
for him as he rubbed the tip of his manhood
on my now wet vagina. I moaned biting my
lower lip and he groaned as he slowly slide
his dick in my vagina. Shit was painful, it felt
like he was breaking my virginity but andilo
virgin.

Me: Aaa…Guluva, ibuhlungu.

Ezile: Shit baby, please bare with the pain.

He groaned as he kept going in slowly,

when half of it was in. He held my waist and
shoved the rest of it in with force. I moaned
loud, placing my hand over my mouth while
he groaned enjoying the pleasure of fucking
me.

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AKHONA KHALI.
I was in the toture room at the
CRAFTMENS HOUSE, this is the room
where me and my friends torture and kill
enemies and double crossers. But today it
was different, I was here without my friends.
I kidnapped Dumisani just to teach him a
lesson. That’s why I took Teddy’s phone, I
wanted to know who le poes is so I can
capture him easily and I did.

I watch him gain his conscious, I had him

restrained him on the chair.

Me: Wavuka njandini! Yhr, Dumza.

Dumisani: Who are you? Ndiphi?

Me: For now, let me introduce myself as

ibaba lika Teddy.
I looked at him and gave him a side smile,
he swallowed looking at me.

Dumisani: What do you mean? Ujola

noTeddy…

Me: Iyeza apho, kodwa mfethu

undimoshele marn.

Dumisani: Please, I really loved Teddy. I

still do..

Me: Do you know uba Teddy, is afraid of

relationships ngoku? Because of you…

Dumisani: No, I swear I will personally

apologize to him.
Me: So that you can upset him more, by
your presence? Let me introduce myself…

I took the Peach and small knife that was

on the table, I was sitting on. I grabbed a
chair and sat opposite him slicing the
Peach and throwing each slice I peeled in
my mouth.

Me: As I’ve said, ndili babas lika Teddy. My

real name is Akhona Khali, also known as
AK.

Dumisani: You one of Bragadier’s friends?

Me: Yabona ke, ingathi sizo vana.

I smiled widely looking at him, he looked at
the Peach that I kept slicing.

Me: You see uTeddy? He means so much

to me, in such a short period of time of
knowing him.

Dumisani: Andisa ringi naye sarni-

Me: Then explain this, yintoni le?!

I took out Teddy’s phone in my pocket and

showed him all the messages he kept
sending to Teddy, he sent them with
different numbers since uTeddy keeps
blocking him.

Dumisani: I can explain.

Me: Ingxaki yakho you obsessed, and ke
mna yayazi gavi e’obsessed ndiyenza
ntoni?

Dumisani: Please mfethu, I swear I will stay

away.

Me: Now you want to? Kodwa when Teddy

asked you to stay away, you didn’t listen.

Dumisani: Hade mfethu, please let me go.

Me: Not before I teach you a lesson or two.

I stood up going to the door of the room, I

locked it and put the keys in my pocket.
Rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, then
walked towards him.

Me: See, Dumza…fools like you deserves

punishment.

I untied him and punched him, he groaned

cussing.

Me: Phakama silwe, this is me fighting for

Teddy.

He stood up and we fought, he was strong

yena but I told myself I will fight him with my
all nam. I tackled him, he fell on his back
and I got on top of him throwing mean
punches on his face. Once I saw that he
was weak I stood up and kicked his balls,
he groaned coughing blood and spitting out
some of his teeth.

Me: Betha unye sarni, Teddy won’t be living

in fear because of you. Yandiva?!

He nod weakly, stupid weakling. Ebezenza

tough ngo Teddy? I took my gun and
pointed it to him.

Dumisani: Please don’t kill me, I swear I

won’t bother Teddy again.

Me: Phakama, Dumisani.

Dumisani: Mfethu, ndiyaku cela-

Me: Yhey, ndithi phakama!

I watched him as he struggled to stand up,
when he was up I pushed him towards the
door and I gave him the keys.

Me: Ina vula, make it quick futhi!

He opened and tried running off, I quickly

hit him with the gun on his head and he
went unconscious. Now I have to carry his
heavy body to the car boot, my plan was to
dump him at some forest. When he gains
conscious he will find his way home, if he
mess with Teddy again I won’t hesitate
killing him.

Akhona Khali, is my name. AlsoTHE

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YONDI MNDINI.
Friday afternoon, around 12:00pm I was at
work packing up my things ready to leave. I
have an appointment with the gynecologist,
Bragadier wanted us to hear our childs
heart beat.

Teddy: So chomi, is Bragadier going to

drop you at work and pick you up oko from
now?

Me: I hope not. I mean it’s still early

months, but umntu is busy on some “you
can’t drive while pregnant”.

Teddy: Nchoo, but mna I find what he is

doing adorable.
I chuckled and got a text from Bragadier,
telling me he is waiting on me outside.

Me: He is here, let me quickly go inform the

boss that I’m leaving.

Teddy: Sharp, I will send you a text on

WhatsApp. Ndonqena uyikwaza lento..

Me: Sharp, I love you.

Teddy: I love you too.

I took my belongings and walked to

Mpendulo’s office, I found him playing office
golf.

Mpendulo: Look who is here!

Me: Hey, I came here to tell you it’s time for
la appointment yam.

Mpendulo: Already?

Me: Yeap, I thought I should first inform you

instead of leaving.

Mpendulo: Okay. Yi appointment yantoni

le?

Me: I can’t disclose that for now, but

uzoyazi when the time is right.

Mpendulo: I think I know what it is, le glow

yakho screams pregnancy.
Me: Aaaah, let me leave boss.

Mpendulo: So it’s true? Welele!

I laughed walking out his office and closing

his door, I walked out the building and
found Ezile on the parking sitting on the
bonnet of his car. He was talking to one of
the security guys, he looked sexy bethuna
tjoo Ezile! He was wearing a grey Essential
tracksuit, his body was just mindblowing
and how serious he was talking to the
security looked very attractive.

I got to them and greeted, he hugged me

and gave me a kiss.

Ezile: Hamba ke sarni, akho sdingo

sondigada ngoku.
Security: Yondi, you dating uBragadier?

Me: How is that any of your business?

Security: Your line of work and his illegal

dealings is no match.

Me: Okay mntase, ugqibile?

Security: The boss has to hear about this.

Me: Hamba, go and tell him. My personal

life has nothing to do with my office life.

Ezile: Tshini, mxelele.

The security guy shook his head before
leaving, I looked at Ezile and he smiled at
me.

Ezile: Aww, baby wam njena.

Me: Guluva, let’s go to le appointment.

Ezile: Ndi nervous ke sarna, a whole

Bragadier nervous baby!

I giggled as he opened the passengers

door for me, I got in and he leaned forward
for a kiss. I kissed him and pulled out after
a second, he looked at me biting my lower
lip.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda marn wena, baby.

Me: Masihambe or sizoba late.

Ezile: Soon you will tell me you love me too,

I can see you holding back andazi why.

I blushed and gave him a quick peck on the

lips, he chuckled and closed the door after
biting my cheek. He put my bags at the
backseat and got in the car, driving us off to
the hospital.

Me: What did the security guy say to you?

Ezile: That andikho allowed in your work

premises, ngoba ndi dangerous.
Me: I’m glad you ignored him, but sthandwa
you are dangerous.

He chuckled and looked at me, I shrugged

and he smiled focusing on the road. It’s true
moc, yena ne chomi zakhe are dangerous
people. The fact that I’m the only person
that knows who the “Seventh Circle”
members are is scary.
·
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We were in the doctor’s office, the doctor
told us to wait for him as he has to take
care of something real quick.

Ezile: So this will be what we do until our

baby is born?
Me: Yeap, pregnancy isezondi nyisa
shame.

He held my hand kissing it, I looked at him

and smiled because he was smiling looking
at me.

Ezile: We in this together, ungoyiki

undisokolisa.

Me: And ndizoku sokolisa, because when

my hormones are out to show veske
bengathi ndili geza.

He chuckled and the door opened and

closed, Dr. Nigel came back.

Doctor: Sorry for that. So Yondi, have

anything to ask me before we start?
Me: Uhmm, no.

Doctor: Okay, let’s begin then.

I stood up and Ezile stood next to me as I

laid on the bed, I lift up my shirt and the
doctor applied the gel.

Me: How is my stomach still not showing?

Doctor: Probably because it’s your first

months. Ready?

Ezile: Sho, do your thing.

Ezile looked at me smiling and held my

hand, he was nervous and he couldn’t hide
it. Once we heard our baby’s heart beat, I
smiled tearfully looking at Bragadier.

Ezile: Yi ngcosi yethu le?

Me: Ewe, you look like you want to cry.

Ezile: This feels so unbelievable, I almost

hated ingcosi yam baby.

He clenched his jaws swallowing, the

doctor told us the baby’s brain is now
formed, he pointed out on the screen at out
baby. Ezile had his eyes on the screen
smiling, it’s like he was in some sort of love
trance.

Doctor: Is he okay?
Me: Can you give us a minute please?

Doctor: Okay, privacy it is. I will come back

after few minutes.

I nod and he walked out, I smiled caressing

Ezile’s arm. He blinked looking at me then
let his tears fall, I sat up and hugged him as
he cried.

Me: It’s okay, let it all out.

Ezile: Baby, I almost hated my blood.

Umntana wethu, baby…

Me: Andithi you are here now? That’s all

that matters.
He cried and I sniffed, seeing him cry like
this made me emotional. After a few
seconds he calmed down, he took lanto
then gently and slowly rubbed it on my
stomach. He smiled hearing our baby’s
heart beat again.

Ezile: Aww, Bullet yethu!

I giggled looking at the screen, this is a

priceless moment. I just couldn’t wait to
hold my baby in my arms.

Ezile: Ngaske ndimkhupe kule screen,

baby!

Me: Ne? I can’t wait to meet him or her.

He looked at me then smiled touching my
belly.

Ezile: Enkosi, baby wam. Ne?

Me: For carrying your baby?

Ezile: Ewe. Forgive me for how I reacted

when you told me about your pregnancy, I
will never abandon you two. Futhi I will
protect you both moc, ndiyani thanda. I live
for you and our little bullet.

I giggled as he gave me a kiss, I love him

shame. Yhini Guluva wam, tata ka “Bullet”.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I tried convincing Yondi to sleepover my
house today and she agreed. It is Saturday
and I was planning to make things official
with her, I can see that she loves me too
but andazi why she is holding back. I was at
the mall getting a few things for the
romantic dinner I was going to do for her, I
went as far as hiring a chef to make us
food. Look at me Bragadier, going all out for
a woman…never thought I would it would
be me, I’m not joking when I say ndi in love
with Yondi.

Just as I picked up the non-alcoholic wine,

someone hugged me from behind. I pushed
whoever off me and looked at them
frowning, it was Mandisa.
Mandisa: Baby, thank god I found you!

Me: Mthetho wakho, awuva ne?

Mandisa: Ezile, I miss you and I love you.

Me: You going to die wena. Futhi hamba, I

have a romantic dinner to prepare for my
woman.

I went back to looking at which non-

alcoholic wine I should grab.

Mandisa: I won’t give up on you to some

bitch, I will kill for you.
Me: If you kill my woman, then just kill
yourself after ngoba ndizoku bulala
Mandisa. It’s taking so much in me not to
kill you ngoku, yazi u’baby taught me how
to compose my anger so andizoku hoya
ngoba ndi busy. Vaya ke!

She kept screaming and shouting, causing

drama until she was escorted out the store
by the security. I purchased what I got and
left to get my delievery at the jewellery
store.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I drove to Yondi’s house to pick her up, she
doesn’t have any idea that I planned a
romantic dinner for her.

Yondi: Dali, unjani?

Me: Ndiright baby, wena?

Yondi: Sharp, why are you an hour early?

Me: Because I couldn’t wait to be with you.

Yondi: Awww, yazi ndine worry?

Me: Ngantoni?

I pulled her to me as I sat on the couch

armrest, she side placing her hands on my
shoulders. I kissed her belly then she
giggled, I love Yondi bethuna one would
swear she fed me love potion. She looked
good and smelled great like always.
Me: Awumhle marn, yazibona?

Yondi: Nyani? But I’m just wearing a simple

dress.

She did a 360 turn and I cheered for her,

spanking her as and she gave me a little
twerk.

Me: Hayi baby, ufuna ndibatye ngoku.

She giggled and looked at me wrapping her

arms around my neck, caressing my head
which made me smile and wrap my arms
around her waist.

Me: So what you worried about?

Yondi: My anger… it’s part of my
hormones, but I feel as if it might harm the
baby.

Me: Baby wam, why would you be angry?

Yondi: Andazi. Andithi I just said it’s part of

my hormones, I can’t control it.

Me: So wena, you not sharing your

pregnancy symptoms with me?

Yondi: I don’t think so. Are you

experiencing any weird changes to
yourself?

Me: Not that I’m aware of.

She caressed my cheeks looking at me with
so much love, I love it when we share eye
contact.

Yondi: Yazi, umhle. I’m hoping our baby

would share both our genes.

Me: Ngoku ndifuna afane nam qha?

I bend to her belly to talk to the baby inside

it.

Me: Andithi Bullet? Uzofana no daddy

wena…

Yondi: Kodwa you unfair.

I kissed her belly and looked at her, she haf
tears in her eyes and I chuckled.

Me: Don’t tell me you about to cry?

Yondi: Kaloku wena, you don’t want our

baby to look like me. Theni ungcolile?

Me: Baby haibo, I was just kidding.

Yondi: I knew you were, I was just being

dramatic marn.

Me: Hayi yi ntsomi!

I looked at her sniff and wipe her tears, why

did she have to be this beautiful? Beauty
with brains, makoti waka oledi wam.
Yondi: You giving me the look.

Me: What look?

Yondi: You know the look, tshini.

She blushed looking away, I knew she what

look she was talking about. I turned her to
look at me then kissed her, she respond
and pulled out.

Yondi: Let’s go, I have sonething for you.

Me: Something eyintoni?

Yondi: Yi surprise, don’t worry.

I chuckled and helped her with her
sleepover bag, as we walked out the house
hand in hand. Her touch does something to
me, something magical njee.
·
·
Yondi looked at me as I opened the door for
her, I took out the blindfold from my pocket.

Me: Iza, I have to blindfold you.

Yondi: Ezile, what are you up too?

Me: Something baby, come step out of the

car.

She giggled and stepped out giving me her

back, I kissed the back of her neck then
blindfolded her. I guide her to the house
and we walked in, soft music was playing.

Yondi: Ezile, what’s going on? Susa, susa

ndi anxious.

Me: Baby, hima kaloku. I love you ne?

Yondi: It’s smells good in here, susa lento

kena.

I chuckled at how impatient she was then I

removed the blindfold, she gasped looking
at the set up.

Me: Ta-da!

Yondi: Guluva is this all for me?

Me: Ewe baby, you like it?

Yondi: I love it! This is so beautiful…

I took her hand and led her to the chair, we

sat down and the chef brought our starters
and we dinned. We were chatting up a
storm, she looked very happy and when
she is happy ndi happy nam.

Yondi: So, I have a surprise for you…

Me: Meaning we have suprises for each

other.

Yondi: Ndicela car keys, since my bags are

still in your car.
Me: Let me go take them-

Yondi: No, it’s fine just give me the car

keys.

I gave them to her and she left, I smiled

thinking about the surprise she got me. She
came back minuets later carrying a giftbag,
I smiled taking it as she gave it to me.

Me: Yazi this feels good, getting a gift from

the woman I love.

Yondi: I couldn’t help, but get you these.

Just hope you will like them.
I opened my gifts with so much excitement,
she got me a Macallan No.6 Decanter
whiskey. I looked at her shocked, there is
no way she got me such expensive
whiskey.

Me: Mafungwashe, do you know how

expensive this whiskey is?

Yondi: It’s no big deal, just a little thank you

gift for loving me.

Me: Yabona wena, I don’t know what I

would be without you.

She giggled as I opened the rest of my

gifts, I know a man don’t blush. But I
blushed seeing the Daniel Wellington
watch, with a Sauvage by Christian Dior
cologne. I half screamed smiling from ear to
ear. I pulled her to my lap and gave her a
kiss, she giggled pulling out.

Yondi: Yayithanda gift yakho?

Me: Kakhulu tjoo, baby. Ngathi yi birthday

yam moc, I’m taking a quick picture of
these.

I took out my phone and took a quick

picture of my gifts, I posted it on my stories
with caption “Nantsi TA-DA yam from
u’baby”. I turned off my phone and she got
off me, when Mandisa showed up holding a
knife.

Me: Mandisa, yintoni ngoku?

Mandisa: I’m trying to fix things with you,
but you busy nale bitch?!

Yondi: I don’t have time for this..

She was about to walk to my room, but

Mandisa jumped on her ready to stab her.
Yondi quickly held the hand with the knife,
she pushed Mandisa and I quickly grabbed
my gun in one of the cabinets.

Yondi: Sisi, ungandinyeli!

Mandisa: Hlukana ne ndoda yam-

Before she could finish, I aimed for her

head and shot her. Yondi stumbled back as
the body fell in front of her.
Yondi: Ezile! What have you done?!

She looked at the dead Mandisa crying, I

tried getting close to her but she moved
back.

Me: Baby, let me explain.

Yondi: Explain ntoni? Don’t come near me!

She grabbed a fork and pointed it to me, I

chuckled in disbelief. Really now? I took my
phone and called my friends to come and
help me get rid of Mandisa’s body. I would
do it myself, but I can’t leave Yondi alone
looking like this.
Me: Mafungwashe, look I love you ne? And
you’ll thank me one day for killing her.

Yondi: Are you trying to stress me?

Couldn’t you handle her ngenye indlela?

Me: I tried telling her to stay away, many

times but akava moc. She wanted to stab
you!

Yondi: I won’t let you stress me, ndimithi

mna and I need be stress free for the sake
of my baby.

She looked at me and sighed.

Yondi: Take me home, Bragadier.

Me: Andizo yenza lo kaka, baby wam.

I sat on the chair then took a strawberry

from the bowl and bit on it while looking at
her.

Me: Awu rhaleli strawberry, baby?

Yondi: Stupid bitch!

I chuckled, she just called me a bitch? I

watch her go upstairs and I heard the door
to my room bang shut. I took a bite from the
strawberry again, looking at the dead
Mandisa. I smiled happily, ndi phambene I
know. I waited for amajita to come and the
got here with 2 of our trusted clean-up men.
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××××××
YONDI MNDINI.
I was in Ezile’s room, he did it again bethu.
He just killed someone in front of me!

Me to me: Yhuu amadoda God?! Hayi I fear

them.

I heard laughter downstairs, I went there in

hopes of getting a lift from one of his friends
to take me home.

I walked downstairs and saw Ezile, he was

playing with my phone.

His friends: Aww, Mafungwashe wethu!

Me: Hey, can one of you please take me
home?

They kept quiet and I knew that, it’s useless

to beg them ngoba abazofuna.

Me: Umnqundu wenu, bo bhuti ndini.

They chuckled, andiyazi where do I get the

liver of swearing a bunch of gangsters. Not
justs gangster iSeventh Circle at that!

Ezile: Yazi baby, I love you kanjani?

Me: Sapha phone yam, Bragadier.

Ezile: Ndingu Bragadier, kuwe?

Me: If you won’t take me home, know that
once I escape apha. I’m going to the police-

Ezile: Mhla nda banjelwa wena, just know

uba when I get out on bail because I will.
Ndizoba phezukwakho everyday. Uzo vuka
nge pipi, brunch nge pipi and ulale nge pipi
mntuwam.

He said that chewing a matches stick, his

friends laughed at the threat Ezile just gave
me. I blinked several times before going
back to his room, I locked the door
uzozibona if uzo lala phi.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°°°°
Forgive me for the short insert, I’m kind of
busy . known as AK, I’m 25 years old and
ndiyi I.T. I also work as the JOURNALIST.
INSERT 74.
YONDI MNDINI.
After what happened that Saturday, Ezile
asked me to forgive him for killing someone
in front of me and I did. Monday morning, I
woke up and brushed my teeth, took a
shower, lotioned my body and wore my
clothes. I got a call from my man…yes Ezile
and I made things official this weekend.

[PHONECALL.]
I couldn’t help but smile and sit on top of my
bed as we spoke on the phone.

Me: Guluva wam.

Ezile: Kodwa baby, I hate the fact that you
will be driving yourself around while
pregnant.

Me: I told you njena, ndizoba right.

Ezile: Eish andazi marn, what if you get into

a accident?

Me: I won’t get in any accident, stop

stressing.

We kept talking ne ndoda yam, I love this

man shame. You should’ve seen how I was
all smiles, he even asked me to take
pictures of my today’s outfit and send it to
him. I was wearing a black Button Front
Trim Shirt, black Flare leg pants and a
white poloneck vest. With my Medusa
Chain High Heel sandal.

Ezile: Yee, baby?

Me: Ewe, sthandwa sam?

Ezile: Something weird happened to me

this morning ke sarna.

Me: Hayi, what happened?

Ezile: Around 04:00am, I woke up with the

urge to vomit and I did.

Me: Nchoo, you have morning sickness.

Ezile: Njani, andithi you the pregnant one?

Me: Ewe. But it can happen that we share
symptoms, I’m glad you got the morning
sickness.

He chuckled and told me he loves me and

our baby, he told me to put the phone
against my belly. I did and giggled as he
spoke to the baby.

Ezile: Baby Bullet, how come daddy get to

have morning sickness? Couldn’t I get
mood swings instead? Shame, ndiyabona
you don’t love me Bullet worse
ndizokufundisa udubula ke-

Me: Haa Ezile, never shame! I will never

allow you to teach our child lonto.
Ezile: Why are you listening to our
conversation? Hayi, subano mona baby
please.

I laughed and he kept confessing his love to

the baby, as if the baby will hear him. I
smiled listening to him.

Me: Hayi, I’m going to be late for work

sarna.

Ezile: Okay, I will visit you later today.

Me: What time? Because after work I’m

going to check on how the progress of my
business is going.

Ezile: You have a business?

Me: I will be starting one. A Graphic
Designer business, all those who are
qualified or good at designing will work
there.

Ezile: So, uthenge building?

Me: No, ndithenge some big plot. Got some

architectures to build the building from
scratch.

Ezile: When will you launch it?

Me: Once it is fully furnished and ready to

be running.

Ezile: Aww, I’m so proud of you baby.

Me: I know, look let me go ke.

Ezile: Ndiyaku ncanywa, baby wam.

Me: Qampa zibuyele, Guluva wam.

He chuckled and we dropped the call, I

smiled and went back to preparing for work.
·
·
At work, I walked to Mpendulo’s office with
my work and knocked on his door. He told
me to come in and I did…

Me: Boss yam!

Mpendulo: Favourite yam, came to submit?

Me: Yeap, yayazi kaloku.

Mpendulo: I’m happy you done, you really

love your job.

Me: More than anything.

I put the my work on his desk, he took it

smiling and looked at me. I nod and turned
on my heels ready to leave.

Mpendulo: Hey, Yondi?

Me: Yes, sir.

I looked at him and he cleared his throat, I

knew something was bothering him.
Mpendulo: One of the security guys came
to me Friday and told me something.

Me: That I’m dating, Bragadier?

Mpendulo: Is it true?

Me: Yes it’s true. What does my personal

life have to do with my work life?

Mpendulo: Nothing, but I just wanted to be

sure.

Me: So that uzothini?

He sighed and swallowed nothing looking at

me, I chuckled squinting my eyes.
Mpendulo: I’m just worried about your
safety. I won’t judge you for dating a
notorious gangster, but just be safe.

Me: I will be safe, he will protect me so

subana worry.

Mpendulo: Good. Now, let me send your

work to the editors ke.

Me: Sharp.

I walked out his office and closed the door

behind me, I shook my head in disbelief. I
walk to my working station and sat down
sighing.
Teddy: And then?

Me: One of the security guards told

Mpendulo, ndi jola with Ezile.

Teddy: Ungenaphi yena?

Me: Andazi, kodwa undidikile.

Teddy: What did Mpendulo say?

Me: He just told me he is worried about my

safety.

Teddy: Glad he didn’t fire you, ngoba your

personal life has nothing to do with your
work life.
Me: True that. Hhe sarna, my yard gate
jammed this morning.

Teddy: Haibo?

Me: Mntase, it’s weird ngoba I pressed

remote and it didn’t open. I had to get out of
the car and open it myself, weird ngoba it
was perfectly fine izolo.

Teddy: Let’s hope uzo fumana umntu ozoyi

lungisa.

Me: Yeah, let’s hope.

I checked my emails, I am so tired shame

and I have a bit of headache. During
lunchtime Teddy and I went to Steers for
lunch, I didn’t feel like eating so I ordered a
Veggie Bite Meal and a glass of coldrink.

[LATER THAT DAY.]

I was now at my soon to be company, I
have to say they built my building so
perfectly. I was taking a tour with Bisho, a
stud who works as a CEO at some
construction company.

Me: I’m impressed, you and your team did a

good job.

Bisho: We thank you for choosing us at

your service.

Me: I’m glad I did, you guys finished the

building in the period of 2 months.
We kept talking as we took a tour, I noticed
they were still busy with some part of the
building.

Bisho: So, have anyone in your life?

Me: Yeah and ndi happy, he makes me

happy.

I blushed thinking about Bragadier, he

really makes me happy.

Bisho: Telling by your smile he makes you

happy.

Me: Jonga, ngaske ndim ginye ahlale inside

me.
Bisho laughed and we stood in front of the
big window, looking at the beautiful view. I
can’t wait until my business gets started,
tshini this building is spacious and beautiful.

Bisho: I was hoping ndizobane chance

apha kuwe.

Me: Not to offend you, but ndi straight and

andiyo cheating type.

Bisho: So, if you weren’t in a relationship

would you have considered dating a
STUD?

Me: Honestly, no. I don’t think so..

Bisho: Okay, unlucky me then.

I chuckled and looked ahead, browsing the
beautiful view. I will hire people who are
very work driven, I want to hire qualified
people maybe nabantu who are good at
designing but with no qualifications. Just to
give them a chance to chasing their
dreams, I get happy to see people get
opportunities.

Some while later, I drove home and it

frustrated me that I have to get out the car
and open the gate. Once I was in the yard, I
parked my car in the garage and walked in
the house. I turned on the lights and closed
the blinds, took off my heels and turned on
the heater. It was a bit chilly, I was about to
order some food for myself but someone
knocked on my door. I smiled hoping that it
was Bragadier, since he said he will come
to visit me later today.
Me: Okay, ndiyeza.

I rushed to the door and opened the door,

my heart raced as I saw Sihle with a gun in
his hand.

Me: Sihle, what brings you here?

Sihle: Baby, I came here to fix things.

Me: Please ne, leave before I call the cops.

I showed him my phone and he chuckled,

pushing me in and closing the door. He
grabbed my phone and slapped me, I
screamed and looked at him shocked.
Me: Sihle! What the hell?

Sihle: Problem yakho is that I did one

mistake and you went and jumped in that
gangster’s bed.

Me: Cheating is never a mistake, so

suthetha ububhanxa!

Sihle: Yondi, can’t you see ndiyaku thanda!

Huh?

Me: You never loved me, you just loved the

idea of being with me ngoba ndingu Yondi
Mndini.

Sihle: Baby, please let’s go far away and

start our own family.
Me: Leave, Ezile is on his way here and if
he finds you here uzofa.

He chuckled and looked at my stomach, I

frowned remembering that he once
overhead me and Teddy talk about my
pregnancy. I slowly moved backwards,
looking at him with begging eyes.

Me: Sihle, no. Please don’t….

Sihle: I have to get rid of that baby you

carrying.

Me: Sihle, ndiyakucela! My baby is

innocent-
Sihle: That baby is the reason why you
don’t want me back! Ngoba, lo Bragadier
wakho promised you love because of that
baby.

Me: No, okay. Let’s talk, but leave my baby

out of this.

Sihle: Too late, the baby is dying.

Me: Sihle, wait!

A gunshot fired, I screamed holding my

stomach as I felt pain. I looked at him and
he laughed, I saw blood in my hands and
some oozing from my belly.

Me: What…wha…t have you do..ne?

I felt myself chocking on my breath and
crying as he fired another shot to my
stomach, he killed my baby! I felt my body
hitting the cold floor, Sihle said something
but I couldn’t hear it. I don’t remember what
happened but I went unconscious.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° a CEO at

my father’s company. Yhr ke, sho…

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 75.
YONDI MNDINI.
[2 DAYS LATER.]
I woke up in hospital I tried sitting up but
pain struck on my belly. I moaned laying
back, someone held my hand and it was my
father he looked like he has been crying.

Me: Ndicela amanzi, taka Yondi.

Tata: Okay, just don’t hurt yourself.

I closed my eyes and rest my head on the

pillow, I had visions of what went down and
quickly opened my eyes as my father
helped me sit up comfortable.

Tata: You comfortable, mntanam?

Me: Yes, but my stomach is in pain.

Tata: Here let me help you drink the water.

He helped me drink, I feel weak, numb,

dead, drained you name it but I’m totally off.

Me: How long have I been here?

Tata: 2 days, what happened Yondi?

Me: Ezile, uphi Ezile?

Tata: He was here 30 minutes ago, he’s

been in this ward since you’ve been
admitted. I had to chase him away, to go
and get rest.

Me: The baby, the baby is gone right?

He looked at me sadly, I sobbed not caring
about the pain I was feeling in my stomach.
My father embraced me as I cried in his
arms, what did I do to deserve this?

Me: Ndone bani, Tata? This is my second

miscarriage and it hurts, I feel like I’m going
to lose it.

Tata: Mntnam, I’m sorry. Ezile is also

blaming himself, uthi he wish he arrived
earlier.

Me: He is the one who found me?

He nod and I swallowed the lump on my

throat, I rest my head on the pillow feeling
so numb.
Me: Yazi life is so unfair, phof not life
abantu this certain mntu.

Tata: Who did this to you? I swear I’m going

to kill lomntu!

Me: Leave him to me, futhi I think he ran off

or is in hiding by now.

Tata: Ngubani? Ngubani Yondi, ndifuna

igama.

Me: Ngu Sihle! His name is Sihle Twala and

please tata, kuyo yonke into don’t involve
his family ngoba they did nothing.
Tata: I’m going to hunt him down, once I
find him I will give him the pain he never felt
before!

I let my tears fall, I don’t know what to feel.

This is my second miscarriage, SECOND!
What did I do mna? I lost a baby because
of a damn MAN again, my father sighed
and held me to his arms.

Me: Tata, where is Teddy?

Tata: All your friends were here this

morning, but they had work to go back to.

Me: Work. My boss?

Tata: I already informed him on what
happened, naye he came to check on you
izolo.

Me: Okay.

Tata: Babalwa was here too, we both were

stressed about you. Worse Bragadier ke
yena, he looks like a injured bull.

I sighed, I want to see him. I mean he lost a

baby too, this is just too much for me
shame. Just then Bragadier’s parents
walked in, his mother came rushing to my
side and hugged me.

Maka Ezile: Ohh molokazana wam, I’m so

sorry for your loss.
Taka Ezile: Who did this? They have to pay
dearly!

Tata: She mentioned a “Sihle Twala”, he is

definitely a dead man walking.

I guess the parents already know each

other, I laid there silently while Bragadier’s
mother kept caressing my forehead as they
spoke.

Me: Uhm…I need to see Ezile and his

friends.

Maka Ezile: For now rest, we’ll tell them to

come and see you.

Me: Where is the doctor, I’m in pain. My

stomach hurts…
Tata: Must be the bullet wounds.

Taka Ezile: I will get the doctor. Makoti,

hang in there nana.

I nod as he left the ward, my father’s phone

rang and he excused himself walking out
the ward to answer it. Mama ka Ezile,
looked at me smiling sadly.

Maka Ezile: I have to say, you are very

strong baby.

Me: Ma, andikho strongo. I feel like I will

lose it anytime soon, I feel empty.
Maka Ezile: Your father told me and my
husband about your past. Does Ezile
know?

Me: No, not yet. I will tell him once all this
pass, I can’t be stressing him with too many
things. Knowing your son and his friends,
they will go hunting for Onwaba.

Maka Ezile: Ewe, they should focus on

finding this Sihle guy for now.

I hope they do, I want Sihle alive

ndizombulala ngokwam. My father, Ezile’s
father and the doctor walked in the ward.
The doctor injected me with sedative, I
blinked feeling the unconscious kicking in
and I let it consume me.
·
·
[FEW HOURS LATER.]
I was woken up by the Seventh Circle,
gathered in my ward. They looked at me
with so much pity, my eyes met Bragadier’s
eyes and I cried. He kissed my lips and
hugged me apologising.

Ezile: Baby, I’m sorry this is all my fault.

Me: Ezile, you can’t blame yourself for

some else’s doings.

Ezile: But if I arrived in time, I could’ve have

protected you. What if I lost you too?

I made him look at me, he looked very

drained and I could see the tears in his
eyes. He even had eyebags, yhini
umntuwam.

Me: I’m here, Sihle did this.

Ezile: Sihle? As in la nja uSihle?!

I nod and he stood up straight clenching his

jaws, he looked ready to kill.

Mahle: Mafungwashe, uziva njani?

Me: Numb, andiziva Mahle.

Akhona: What do want us to do? Just say it,

anything for you.
Me: I want you guys to find la piece of shit
ingu Sihle.

Lucky: Should we kill him?

Ezile: He is definitely dying, kabuhlungu

kanjani futhi!

Me: No, don’t kill him. Not after I said what I

want to say to him.

I sniffed and wiped my falling tears, Ezile

hugged me as I silently cried.

Me: I don’t deserve children mna, this is my

second miscarriage.

Sive: Second? You were pregnant before?

Me: Ewe. I will tell you guys about my
horrible past one of these days.

They looked at me with so much worry,

Bragadier also had pain written on his face.
Yes, he never wanted this child before but
he ended up owning up to his responsibility.
He was happy he was going to have his
first child with me.

Ezile: Bafethu, kanisi shaye nge excuse?

His friends: Sho.

Nkosi: We’ll try tracking down le gavi.

Bragadier nod as his friends walked out the
ward, closing the door behind them.

Ezile: Baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to

protect you.

Me: Don’t blame yourslef. Maybe if I let you

drive me to work that day, none of this
would’ve happened.

Ezile: It’s hurts baby, we lost our first

creation.

We both cried in each others arms, his

painful cries really broke my already
shattered heart.

Ezile: I’m glad I didn’t lose you too,

otherwise bendizozi cisha Yondi.
I wiped his tears and gave him a peck on
his lips.

Me: Guluva wam, before anything. My

father said we need to be cleansed, give
our dead baby a proper send off.

Ezile: Anything baby, but you have to first

heal.

I nod and played with his fingers, feeling the

tears on the tips of my eye.

Ezile: I’m going to find lo mnqundu, then

murder him kabuhlungu.

Me: Murder him after I spoke to him.

Ezile: You sure ufuna uthetha naye?

Me: More than anything, he deserves the

shitty things I will say to him.

Ezile: Sharp. I love you.

I looked at him, I was about to tell him that I

love him too but he shut me up with a kiss. I
felt his tears fall on my face as he kissed
me, no Sihle uzobulawa ndim. He will be
my first kill and I’m hoping my last, he really
did vile shit.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 76.
YONDI MNDINI.
In the early mornings, I woke up to the
Seventh Circle in my ward.

Me: Hey.

Them: Mafungwashe.

Me: Any leads on finding, Sihle?

They went silent and gave each other

stares, I knew right then that Sihle is still out
there.

Me: Help me up please?

Ezile: Okay, baby.

He helped me up while Mahle, poured me a

glass of water. Ezile made sure I was
comfortable and Mahle, helped me drink
the water. I thanked him and closed my
eyes for a while.

Me: What time is it?

Lucky: Ngu 3 ekseni.

Me: Aren’t you guys suppose to be asleep?

Sive: We wanted to make sure you still

safe, we were thinking of hiring
bodyguards-
Me: No. No, no, akho bodyguards
ngandawo.

Ezile: Baby, it’s for your safety.

Me: Hayi please, andifuni bodyguards.

Please tuu, I just want Sihle alive.

Akhona: We still tracking him, sizomfumana

Mafungwashe. I swear…

Andile: Why do you want him alive?

I looked at them as they stared at me

waiting for answers, I blinked rapidly then
cleared my throat.

Me: Because I want to deal with him myself.

Nkosi: Deal with him as in…

Me: Kill him, Nkosikhona. That is what I

mean.

They smiled and Ezile kissed my lips

caressing my forehead. I hope they not
thinking I’m turning into some gangster
female, I’m doing this to avenge my baby.

Mahle: We’ll find him sthandwa sethu, we

will help you kill him.

They stayed with me for a while, they left

when I dozed off again because of the
sedative. Around 09:00am in the morning,
one of the nurses came in to check on me.
While she was doing that sis Babsie and
my father came in the ward.

Me: Bazali.

Babalwa: Yondi, baby. How are you

feeling?

Me: Empty ma, I feel empty.

Tata: Yondi ka tatakhe, remember we here

for you if you need anything.

Babalwa: Always baby.

I smiled as she kissed the back of my hand,

I looked at her she is the mother I’ve always
wanted. The genuine motherly love she
carries is unexplainable, just hope my
father will never hurt this woman.
·
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Later that morning, I was given something
to eat trust me it wasn’t the best but it was
eatable. Hospital food is not that bad, but
hayi marn ngaske ungakutyi

Me: So nurse, tell me when am I leaving?

Nurse: Not sure. But, you will get an update

from the doctor soon.

Me: Okay. Please, I also need something to

reduce the pain in my stomach.
Nurse: Yazi Yondi, you are one strong
woman.

Me: I believe every women out there is

strong. I might appear as strong, but ndifile
nga phakathi mntase.

Nurse: This too shall pass. I myself have

had 4 miscarriages, my husband was
always there for me.

Me: You married?

She smiled and nod her head, she is very

beautiful sarna. Bahle abanye abantwana
bethu, without even trying futhi.

Nurse: It’s been 8 years now, to a very

loving man.
Me: So how did you handle the loss of your
babies?

Nurse: I always admitted myself to a mental

institute, ngoba the only thing I thought
about was suicide. My husband was always
there to give me strength and courage.

Me: It’s not easy ne, mna I don’t think I ever

want to be pregnant again.

Nurse: Don’t give up. I have 3 sons now, all

naughty but I thank God for them.

Me: How old are they?

Nurse: One is 3 years old, the other two are
1 years old.

Me: They must be cute.

We kept talking as she did her check ups

on me, she gave me some painkillers for
the pain and left me bored in the ward
watching tv. I felt like I’m going to lose it,
can’t wait till I get discharged here and go
back to work. I need something to distract
my brain from thinking about my
miscarriage, the pains I keep getting from
my belly ain’t helping either. Just hope the
bullet wounds will fade, I can’t afford to
have something that will be a reminder of
my tragedy.

The door to my ward opened, I frowned

looking at who might that be. It was my
boss, his wife and some of my colleagues, I
giggled rolling my eyes looking at them
carry balloons and flowers. Really now?

Me: Haa! Nagcwala apha?

Anam: Come on Yondz, ufuna usigxotha

ngoku?

Me: What you guys are here for is a scope

kudala nafuna indaba zam kakade.

I joked and we all shared a laugh, it was so

hard for me to laugh because I triggered the
bullet wounds on my stomach which was
very painful.

Sibu: Babes, how are you feeling? You look

pale.
Me: I feel dead, I guess yilento ndi pale.

Mrs. L: Don’t talk like that, at least you

survived Yondi.

Me: My baby didn’t, my innocent unborn is

dead because of a obsessed ex who
couldn’t stay away.

It went silent, I clenched my jaws feeling

angry then chuckled swallowing nothing.

Me: Uphi uTeddy?

Mpendulo: He said he will come see you

later, with the rest of your friends.
Zibuko: You lucky to have so much support,
plus I have to say you are one strong
woman.

Anam: Yhr, mna I would’ve been already

sent to a mental asylum.

Me: Hmm, so what you guys have for me?

Nontle: Welele! Awusa rhali! Uzokwazi utya

while you in pain?

Me: Ewe tshini! Iza, izani nezo goodies.

They laughed and I smiled looking at them,

I can’t laugh because of pains. Yeeeer!
Undenzile uSihle, bullet wounds are no joke
shame the pain is too much. Okanye am I
exaggerating? No I’m not! I spent an hour
with my colleagues and trust me they kept
me company.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I know Yondi said we shouldn’t involve
Sihle’s family in this because they are not at
fault, but my anger couldn’t just let things
slide.

Akhona: Eishh, Mafungwashe won’t be

happy about this.

Sive: Bruh! But we have to find something,

lomntu can’t be that far.
Me: Lento ndithi, if we pay his parents a
little visit he will come out wherever he is.

Lucky: Yhr ne, doesn’t he have siblings ke?

Akhona: He does. Ngu Lukholo and

Dayimani amagama wabo.

Nkosi: Dayimani? What kind of name is

that?

Mahle: Mfondini, cacile he is the diamond of

his parents.

We chuckled. My heart is heavy, my mind is

racing ngoba I can’t take away the pain
Yondi is feeling. We both lost our baby, but
I feel like she is in more pain than me.
Andile: So, let us kidnap lo Dayimani. I’m
sure the parents will cooperate if we
threaten to kill him.

Lucky: No mfethu, can’t we take this

Lukholo guy? I mean ulukholo moc, so if we
threaten to kill ukholo lwabo they won’t
hesitate to help us.

Me: Masiyeni bafethu, but sizoya sonke?

Mahle: No. Some of us will stay apha in

case y’all will need back up.

Akhona: I will go with you Bragadier, ngoba

ndim I.T kaloku so we will track of every
move yalo Lukholo.
Nkosi: I will come nani, just to put on a
scare show.

We all chuckled, Nkosi loves violence more

than any of us. He lives for violence and as
much as people see me as the monster, me
and my friends are all the same. Akekho
dangerous ngaphezu komnye, we are the
same and I’m lucky to have friends like
them. They are my family, my brothers.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Ezile’s mother was here not long ago, she
brought me warm pyjamas. Claiming that
the hospital gowns are not warm enough, I
have to be warm so that I don’t get much
pain. She stayed for 1 hour 30 minutes with
me, making sure I am well off busy feeding
me warm soup. I found it hilarious ngoba
she was babying me.

I was now with my friends, they all looked

devastated.

Teddy: Yazi, ndibuhlungu. Seeing you like

this is torturing me, Yondi.

Me: I will be fine as time goes.

Busi: Yondi, we are your friends. You don’t

have to act strong in front of us.

Siyakha: Plus I wouldn’t want you to have

depression like me, shit ain’t nice Yondi.
Mpumi looked deep in thoughts, she was
laying on the bed next to me. She forced
me to give her space on the bed so that she
can lay next to me.

Liyema: I feel bad. I don’t know how I will

react when I see Dayimani, I mean his
brother almost killed my friend.

Me: Dayimani is not Sihle. Sihle is the

problem, don’t punish Dayimani for Sihle’s
doings.

Teddy: Tjooo Yondi, this really hit me hard

chomi. The fact that I could’ve lost you
forever, plus you going through miscarriage
again.
Mpumi: Wait…what?

She said that looking at me, I sniffed and

narrated my past for Siyakha and Mpumi
since they don’t know about it. Busi sobbed,
making the rest of us cry.

Me: I was so excited about this baby, I

guess I don’t deserve kids.

Mpumi: Don’t say that. Please, just don’t

say that.

Me: It’s true. I don’t want to get pregnant

again, ngoba my worries will always be me
getting a miscarriage.

Teddy: I swear if I see Sihle, ndizombulala

nge zandla.THE JOURNALIST.
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EZILE FANATHI.
We got a hold of Lukholo, we were now
with him in his house asking him questions.

Me: Tell us where your brother is?

Lukholo: Which one?

I punched him on his nose, he groaned

holding it. Nkosi chuckled and strangled
him, he tried pushing Nkosi off but failed.

Nkosi: Mamela, we going to ask you this 9

more times. If the answer is still the same,
we cutting all your fingers!
He let go of his neck, I clenched my jaws
looking at this Lukholo with so much anger.
He resembles Sihle, so it took everything in
me not to kill him.

Akhona: I think we should pay his parents a

visit, I mean they will do something.

Lukholo: No! Not abazali bam, please..

Me: Kanti we are paying them a visit, you

coming with us.

I knocked him out with my gun then we

picked him up, taking him to the car we
came with. We threw him in the car trunk
and got in the car, Nkosi was the one
driving.
Me: AK mfethu, ithini le adress?

Akhona: Let me punch it in kwi GPS,

bahlala kwi suburbs.

Nkosi: Good. At least abantu bakwi suburbs

aba phitizeli.

He sped off following the GPS, all I thought

about was my Yondi. I wonder what is she
doing and if she feels less pain today?
What am I even saying, uzo feel.a less pain
njani. I sighed resting on the car seat,
holding in my tears and swallowing the
lump on my throat.
·
·
Few moments later, we were parked in front
of this house. I got out the car and went to
open the boot, Nkosi pulled unconscious
Lukholo out the boot and I took the bottle of
petrol that was there and opened it pouring
it on Lukholo’s face.

Akhona: Vuka njandini!

Lukholo gasped trying to sit up, but I quickly

put my foot on his neck. I put pressure on it
worse I was wearing my military boots, he
tried removing my foot.

Me: The fact that you look like Sihle,

repulses me. You will pay for his sins, if it
happens we don’t find him.

Nkosi: We will find him, you know damn

well we will Bragadier.
I removed my foot from Lukholo’s neck, he
coughed and gasped for air.

Lukholo: I…I swear. I swear I don’t know

where he is, Bragadier.

Me: Phakama!

Lukholo: Please don’t hurt my parents.

Akhona: If they don’t cooperate with us, you

will be tortured in their behalf.

Lukholo: No, wait-

Me: Yhey! Phakama marn!

I pulled him up buy his T-shirt, then pushed
him towards his parents front door. Nkosi
opened the door barging in, while I wrapped
my arm around Lukholo pointing him with a
gun.

Lukholo: Bragadier, masithethe bra-

Me: Voestek! Undazelaphi?

We got to what looked like a sitting room,

we found a old woman and man there all
lovey dovey. They were shocked to see us,
they notice the position Lukholo was in and
panicked.

Me: Kumnandi, nityisana strawberries while

your son killed my unborn child and almost
killed the love of my life!
Maka Lukholo: Lukholo, why are you
always bringing trouble for us?

Nkosi: Ohh not this son, the other one.

Konje igama nguban kanene, AK?

Akhona: Sihle, kanenze strawberry.

He took the bowl and sat on the couch

eating the strawberries, I pressed my gun
on Lukholo’s head.

Taka Lukholo: We swear, we didn’t know.

Who is this woman of yours?

Me: Yondi Mndini, you know her?

Them: WHAT?!

Maka Lukholo: Ohh nkosi yam, how is she?

Nkosi: Oledy, subuza nonsense. How was

she going to be after what your son did?

Me: Uphi uSihle?

They looked at me as I held Lukholo at

gunpoint, it’s taking everything in me not to
kill him.

Taka Lukholo: We don’t know, we swear-

Me: Njani ungayazi iphi inzalo yakho? Tell

me or I kill uLukholo!
Lukholo: Bragadier-

Akhona: Tsek wena, thula!

I shot once in thin air, the old woman

screamed holding on to her husband. She
was crying and shaking, I couldn’t care less
I want to know uphi la Sihle.

Me: Uphi uSihle? I swear the next bullet will

go straight in your son’s head!

I place the gun against Lukholo’s head, he

was silently crying.

Taka Lukholo: We don’t know, but let us

call him please…
Akhona: Do that and umfake kwi
loudspeaker.

He took out his phone and called Sihle, the

phone rang and was answered on the 4th
ring.

[PHONECALL.]
Sihle: Taima?

Taka Lukholo: Kwedini! Uphi?

Sihle: Taima, I can’t talk now I’m on the run-

Me: Make sure you run and I don’t find you,

ngoba once I do uzonya amalahle!
It went silent on the other side of the phone,
he cussed.

Sihle: Bragadier?

Me: Uthi “Nyagadier” ntoni? Do realize the

damage you caused?

Sihle: I was doing it for future yam and

Yondi, I don’t regret it futhi.

Maka Lukholo: Sihle!

I pushed Lukholo on the floor and shot his

leg, he cried out loud in pain. His mother
screamed, while the father looked terrified.
Nkosi: Sihle, don’t put your family in
trauma. Hand yourself over to us qha kayi
one.

Sihle: Not happening!

He end the call and I clenched my jaws,

Akhona stood up and took the old man’s
phone.

Akhona: I will need le phone yakho, just to

track le ntwana yakho down.

Taka Lukholo: I have business calls that-

Akhona: Not my problem. Sharp, Pa.

He took the phone and walked out, Nkosi
stood up and walked to where I stood. I
looked at Lukholo with so much hate, I
would kill him but I decided not to.

Me: Your brother will regret ever laying

eyes on uMafungwashe, uzonya sarni.

I kicked his stomach and he groaned as I

walked out, leaving Nkosi there chuckling. I
hope Akhona will be able to track down
Sihle, I’m getting too impatient.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I smiled looking at Ezile as he walked in the
ward, looking drained and yet still
handsome.

Me: Ndoda yam.

Ezile: Baby wam, uziva njani?

I sighed and looked away, he scoffed and

turned my face to look at him then kissed
me. I respond to the kiss and pulled out, he
caressed my cheek looking at me.

Ezile: Stay with me for a while, please

baby. I want us to grief our baby together, I
know I never wanted our baby at first but I
grew to love him and it hurts Yondi. It hurts
that we lost our firstborn, it hurts to see you
this broken.
I sobbed and he hugged me sniffing, no is
he crying? It hurts me to hear him cry, I
hugged him tightly as we cried together.

Ezile: Baby, baby please torgo. I don’t want

to find myself grieving for you too, I once
heard woman who go through miscarriage
kill themselves because of pain.

Me: I will stay with you for a while, please

don’t cry undivisa kabuhlungu.

Ezile: I can’t help it, I feel devastated. The

urge for me to kill is very high, I pity this
Sihle guy ngoba his death will be really
painful.

Me: I love you, just know that.

He quickly looked at me, he wiped my tears
and I gave him a smile wiping his.

Me: I know that I never told you “I love you”,

you the one to always confess your love for
me but ndikuthanda nyani Guluva. I’m also
afraid of giving my all to you, ngoba ndoyika
you might leave me one day.

Ezile: Baby, I will never ever leave you. The

only time I will get separated from you is
when I die, nalapho I will come back as a
ghost looking for you.

We shared a laugh then stared at each

other, mhle lo bhuti. I can’t describe his
beauty kodwa umhle gqithi.
Me: I love you manyani. I don’t want you to
think I’m confessing my love to you,
because I want to use you as a grieving
weapon.

Ezile: As long as ndi use.wa nguwe,

Mafungwashe.

I playfully hit his chest and he chuckled

before giving me a kiss. We kissed until
someone disturbed our moment, the person
cleared their throat and I pulled out the kiss.
Ezile closed his eyes in annoyance, he
looked at me then pecked my lips.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda, baby wam.

Me: Ndi thanda wena, Guluva wam.

He smiled pulling my lower lip before we
gave whoever disturbed us attention, it was
the doctor. He looked at us smiling, holding
the clipboard.

Doctor: Sorry to intrude, but I have some

good news.

Ezile: We listening, start talking man.

Doctor: Miss Mndini, is fine and healthy. We

ran some tests and nothing will complicate
her pregnancies in the future or near future.

Ezile: Okay, and the bullet wounds?

Doctor: Suprisingly the wounds are healing

just fine.
Ezile: Are we going to get anything to ease
the pain from the wounds?

Doctor: Yes, we will provide them once she

gets discharged.

Me: When am I getting discharged?

Doctor: Towmorrow.

Ezile: Why not today? You said she is fine.

Doctor: I know, we just have to monitor her

one last time. If it weren’t for the baby, she
would’ve been dead by now.
I swallowed feeling my anger build up, Ezile
looked at me and kissed my hand. I could
tell he was also angry, but he composed his
anger. Sihle uzonya, I will show him njee
uba ndibali geza xandifuna nam. I hope
they find him, he won’t hide forever.

[LATER THAT DAY.]

I got a visit from a teenage boy and girl,
they saw my confusion and told me they
are Ezile’s little brother and sister. They told
they names are Nikitha and Luvuyo, they
are 15 years old.

Nikitha: Sisi, I’m sorry about what

happened.

Luvuyo: Yeah, people are cruel. Ngaske

ubuthi ambulale.
Me: I know right. Uhm…sorry to come out
as confused your brother never really told
me he has little siblings.

Nikitha: Bhuti never tells anything unless

asked. But we always heard our mother
brag about you kwi chomi zakhe.

Luvuyo: Yeap, to the point we decided to

stalk you on the socials. I was like “Damnn,
bhuti really has a hot woman”.

Nikitha: Plus now that you know…please

follow me back, I followed you but you
never followed back.
She looked at me sulking, I giggled. I never
get the chance to follow everyone back,
since I’m always busy.

Me: What’s your IG handle?

I asked chuckling and she told me, her twin

brother told me his too. I promised to follow
them back, once their brother give me back
my phone. Ezile took my phone claiming
that I should rest.

Nikitha: So does that mean you will post me

kwi story sakho?

Luvuyo: Hayi Nikitha, you want everything!

Nikitha: Why are you even involved? Ndizi
ncokolela with my sister-in-law, awungeni
ndawo Vuyo.

Sister-in-law? I never want to get married

moc mna. I mean after what I experienced
while married to Onwaba, I made a vow to
never get married. What if I experience
abuse again and this time around I walk out
in a coffin? Tjuu, I have to talk to Ezile
about my past. Just to have him on the
know, I don’t want to get married phof does
he even want marriage? I chilled with these
little bunnies and they left after sometime,
they said they had to finish some school
assignments.
·
·
Around night time, my friends came to visit
and they were happy to hear that I’m being
discharged tomorrow. They were still
worried about me and I had to assure them
that ndi grand.

Mpumi: I’m also privately hunting Sihle,

once I find him I won’t say a word but kill
him without mercy.

Me: Hayi, uli gintsakazi wena chomi.

Mpumi: Tuu kanti, just that xa une ndoda eli

gintsa you have to be hardcore nawe.

Me: Tjuu, Ezile would never even allow me

to have a gun.

Liyema: Utsho na?!

Me: Mntase angathi “mamela apha sisi one
khumeme emnandi, andizo dubula nawe
udubule fanele abekhona olungileyo kuthi.”

Teddy: Lonto la Ezile, unayo inkenqe ethile!

We burst out laughing, oyhini ndoda yam.

But nyani once he is angry for real, uveske
abeyi mess njee abeyi bull ethile.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

We were crying, Mpumi pulled me to her as

we all cried. My head was pounding and I
just couldn’t control the tears, Teddy started
to have a panick attack. We had to call one
of the nurses and they helped him, this is all
fucked up.
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JOURNALIST.

INSERT 78.
YONDI MNDINI.
I was discharged and my father wanted to
see if indlu ka Ezile is a safe place for me to
stay. So now I was with Ezile in his car,
while my father followed behind us. Ezile
put his hand on my thigh and I smiled
placing my hand on top of his hand.

Ezile: I love you baby, never doubt my love

for you.

Me: I love you too. So impahla zam?

Ezile: Don’t worry, I bought you new
clothes. You now officially have your side of
the closet in my room.

Me: I once heard kuthiwa kumnandi uhlala

endodeni, what if ndinga funi ubuyela
kwam?

Ezile: Ndinga vuya, I don’t mind uhlalisana

nawe mna. Ndifuna shushu, baby wam.

I giggled and he locked his fingers with

mine, kissing the back of my hand. He
looked sexy driving while my hand was
against his lips. Man I’m in love with
Bragadier, it’s the little things he does that
makes me fall for him.

Me: Ezile?
Ezile: Hmmm, baby?

Me: I love you mna shame, ndi catshile

andifuni ungatsho.

Ezile: You and me both baby, ndi deep kule

love yethu. I’m drowning, sthandwa sam.

Me: Hayi ungade drown.e!

He chuckled and stole a glance at me, I

blushed as he bit my finger.

Me: Ha.ana ke, tshini.

Ezile: Ndiku luma kamnandi ne?

I giggled and looked away, no why am I
acting this way? Ezile chuckled and put my
hand against his lips again, he kept looking
at me as he drove. Kumnandi uthandwa
shame, my cheekbones are sore from
blushing.

[AT HIS HOUSE.]

He parked his car on the driveway and my
father parked his car behind us, Ezile step
out of his car and came to open my door.

Me: Seyo chivalry mntaka bawo.

Ezile: Aibo, mthetho wam I’m always like

this around you. Ndiyeke please.

He blushed looking away, I got out the car

with his help and my father came to us.
Me: Tata ka Yondi.

Tata: Yondi ka tatakhe. So, Bragadier…can

I trust you with my daughter?

Ezile: Of course grootman, I mean she is

the reason I want to continue living.

Tata: Xoka swine! You just trying to be on

my good books.

I giggled hugging Ezile’s arm, they shared a

chuckle with my father.

Me: Can we go in? I feel like laying down a

bit.
Ezile: Want me to carry you?

Me: No, I’m fine. Remember the doctor said

I should walk as exercise?

They looked at me as I slowly walked to the

door, when I walked it felt like something
was being pressed against my stomach
because of the wounds.

Ezile: Fuck this!

He scoop me up and I looked at him bored,

my father chuckled as Ezile carried me
bridal style walking to the door.

Me: Andikho paralyzed, Ezile.

Ezile: Baby, you are in pain. I can feel your
pain mna, tshini sugeza Yondi.

Tata: Yondi, yakuthanda lo mnqundu

wakho moc.

Me: Hayi tata, don’t call him that.

Tata: Hayi wethu, he doesn’t mind. Do you

mind Bragadier?

Ezile: Tuu grootman, because of you ndine

soulmate. So ndithuke all you want.

Me: Mxm anidiki.

They laughed as Ezile opened and walked

in the house, he went straight to the lounge
and made me comfortable on the couch.
My father smiled looking around the house,
he came to sit next to me and Ezile sat on
the single couch.

Ezile: Yayisela whiskey, grootman?

Tata: Iphi? Bring it sibeno thetha kakuhle.

Ezile: Ndiyabuya.

He stood up and walked out the lounge, I

smiled watching him disappear and was
disturbed by my fathers chuckles.

Tata: Hayi Yondi, you literally undressing

him with your eyes apha phambi kwam!
Me: What? No, I was just admiring him.

Tata: Noko you have a man, kunini wa

single.

Me: Taka Yondi, I never believed kwi

soulmates but Bragadier uyiyo eyam.

Tata: Sende lakhe is driving you wild, never

have I seen you this in love.

I giggled and Ezile came back with the

whiskey and glasses, I watched them drink
and share laughs while talking as if
andikho. My father gave our relationship his
blessings, we thanked him and he left since
he had to pick up sis Babsie. Now it was
me ne lover yam, I caught him looking at
me with a smile.
Me: Ezile.

Seems like he was in a trance or

daydreaming, I giggled at how he looked
like a love struck puppy.

Me: Ezile, haibo!

Ezile: Ndiyakuva, uthini?

Me: Why are you staring at me like that?

Ezile: Ndiyaku buka baby wam, ndiyaku

thanda mna.

Me: Ndiku thanda nam.

Ezile: Want me to cuddle you?

Me: Here or on the bed?

Ezile: Let’s go to bed, I want to feel your

skin on mine.

I giggled as he picked me up walking to his

room, he gently put me on the bed and
kissed me. We smiled between the kiss and
broke it, he looked at me biting his lower lip.

Ezile: Let’s cuddle ke, baby wam.

Me: Okay, ngaske ndilile.

Ezile: Haibo why?

Me: The love you giving me, ngaske ihlale
inje.

Ezile: It will never change, it will grow more

and more Mafungwashe.

We laid on the bed cuddling, I closed my

eyes sniffing in his scent. I feel safe in his
arms, I feel loved bethu.

Ezile: So, you mentioned something about

cleansing…

Me: Yeap, we have to get cleansed.

Ezile: As soon as you are healed, we will

baby.
Me: Who do you think our baby was going
to look like?

Ezile: Me, obviously. Maybe a little bit of

you, kodwa definitely me.

Me: Caba wena utheni?

Ezile: Ndimhle, tshini!

I laughed and he held me tight, kumnandi

endodeni shame. He kissed my forehead
and told me to look at him, I did and we
shared a eye contact.

Ezile: I promise you, we will find Sihle

before the end of next week.
Me: I hope so, I just want him to die njee
qha.

Ezile: He will baby, he will die very painfully.

I will not rest until he is dead.

Me: Okay, thank you for everything. Thank

you and your friends.

Ezile: Anything for you, uli Fungwashe

lethu.

I smiled and kissed his chest, snuggling him

and closing my eyes. He chuckled and I
opened my eyes smiling.

Me: Yintoni ngoku?

Ezile: Me and the guys were talking this
other day.

Me: About?

Ezile: How we never thought that we could

trust someone as much as we trust you.

Me: I never thought that I would know the

members of Seventh Circle, you guys are
good at hiding.

Ezile: Yeah ne, you one smart badass.

Me: Ne?

He chuckled and smiled.

Me: The fact that I hated you all after that
night, tjoo!

Ezile: But now we are here, you have us

wrapped around your seven fingers.

Me: Ndingu Mafungwashe wenu after all.

Ezile: Iva, sazi gqatsi!

I laughed and winced forgetting my

situation, Ezile quickly sat up and looked at
me worried.

Ezile: What? Does it hurt that bad?

Me: When I laugh, tjooo when will the pains

stop?
Ezile: Bullet wounds don’t take that long to
heal, nyamezela ne?

I nod and he pulled me to his arms again,

we cuddle and few minutes later I figured
he was sleeping. He must be tired, he
deserves the rest. I laid in his arms thinking
about my plan, I have to pay Amyoli a visit.
Kuthiwa “An eye for an eye”, Amyoli is
pregnant so she will suffer for what Sihle
did. The way axabise ngayo uSihle, I
wouldn’t be surprised to hear that she knew
Sihle was planning to get rid of my baby.

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YONDI MNDINI.
The love and support Ezile and I were
giving each other, is just great. We were
now in the kitchen wearing matching robes
and making breakfast together, soft music
was playing on the background.

Ezile: Yazi I feel like we already married,

we will make the greatest husband and
wife.

Me: Hmm, so you want to get married?

Ezile: With you yes and nobody else.

Me: Uhmm, Guluva can we talk ?

I looked at him nervous, he stopped what
he was doing and looked at me cocking his
eyebrow.

Ezile: Yintoni baby, are you okay?

Me: I’m okay but-

Ezile: Mamela sthandwa sam, I would like

for us to talk after breakfast ne. Is that fine?

Me: Okay. I guess you don’t want us to ruin

le good morning?

Ezile: Tuu baby, now give me a kiss?

Me: No, we were making breakfast
remember?

Ezile: Haisuka, ndicela kiss tshini. Iza baby.

I giggled as he pulled me by my waist and

kissed me, I touch the back of his head as
we kissed. We pulled out the kiss and
smiled at each other, I gently pulled on his
lower lip with my teeth and he chuckled.

Ezile: Tjoo uzondimosha, look.

I looked down on his erection and touched

it, I pulled down his boxers and started
stroking his dick. He groaned as my lips
took in his dick, I pleasured him with my
mouth.
Ezile: Fuck, baby!

He grunt as I massaged his testicles and

went faster gagging on his dick, before he
could cum I stood up and looked at him
seductively.

Me: I want you, ndikufuna phakathi inside

Guluva.

Ezile: Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.

Me: Shhh, you won’t hurt me. I know you

won’t, iza…

I turned off the stove and kissed him, he

picked me up and I flinched as he slide his
dick in slowly. I bite my lower lip, throwing
my head back moaning as he groaned.
Ezile: Shit baby!

He made me comfortable and fucked me on

the kitchen counter, making sure he doesn’t
hurt my wounds.
·
·
After our quicky, Ezile was happy and
satisfied. We had our breakfast and washed
the dishes, now we were in the lounge all
cuddled up on the couch. He was playing
with my fingers as we silently cuddled.

Ezile: I have never been this happy mna, I

would never jeopardise our love baby wam.

Me: I never thought I would love omnye

umntu after Sihle, but ke here we are.
Ezile: Me and you are meant to be kaloku,
yabona nawe moc.

I smiled and sighed closing my eyes, this

guys will be the death of me.

Ezile: So while we were making breakfast,

you mentioned you wanted to talk.

Me: Yeah, it’s about the marriage thing.

Ezile: Haibo don’t you want to get married

to me, baby?

I sat up and he slowly sat up looking at me,

I winced feeling pain in my belly.
Ezile: Uright?

Me: No ndiright, just a little pain.

He held my hand and I looked at him, he

kissed my hand as we stared at each other.

Ezile: Talk to me, baby.

Me: I don’t think I want to get married,

because of something that happened in the
past.

Ezile: Whatever happened in your past, I’m

not part of it baby and I see future with you
mna.
Me: You do? You never strucked me as
someone who wants marriage.

Ezile: I never wanted marriage or love, until

I met you. You changed yonke lonto,
Mafungwashe. Ndiphilela wena mna njena..

I blushed looking away, tjoo amadoda ke!

He chuckled and got closer to my face
kissing the corner of my lips, he made me
look at him.

Ezile: Ndithanda wena nyani, sophinde

siringe ngo mtshatho ne?

Me: Okay, I feel like ndi under your spell.

He chuckled and pecked my lips, we made

eye contact.
Ezile: I feel like ndi under your spell and I’m
loving every bit of it.

Me: Promise you will never hurt me

intentionally?

Ezile: I promise to never hurt you in any

way, ndiyaku thanda ne?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

We kissed and a knock disturbed us, Ezile

groaned annoyed and I giggled pulling out
the kiss.

Me: Go get the door.

Ezile: Icebo masibayeke, they can knock
kude kubuye uYesu.

Me: Haaa, hamba Ezile.

He shook his head no and snaked his arms

around my waist, kissing my shoulder and
neck. His phone rang and he scoffed. He
picked it up putting it on loudspeaker, he
had the phone on his lap and I saw that it
was Nkosi calling.

Ezile: Mfethu, you disturbing me. Abanye

bethu are in our love bubbles.

Me: Ezile, marni.

I said softly and he smiled at me, his friends

chuckled on the other end of the phone.
Nkosi: Sicela uvulelwa, please marn yhini.

Ezile: Sharp, ndiyeza.

He end the call and looked at me, I blushed

looking at him and caressed his cheek.

Me: Go now, you will find me here.

Ezile: Ngaske ndingaku shiyi, don’t you

want to live inside me?

Me: Ezile, hamba marn.

I giggled and he chuckled giving my neck

kisses while standing up, he gave me a
quick peck and went to open for his friends.
I sat there smiling like a fool, he came back
with his friends.

His friends: Aww, Mafungwashe!

Me: Hey, ninjani?

Mahle: We good, wena?

Me: I’m getting there. Let me give you guys

some space-

Sive: Don’t you also need to hear this.

Me: If this is about your illegal life, then

nope ndi grand.

Akhona: Fungwashe, it’s about Sihle.

I quickly looked at him, he sat next to me
giving me a side hug and Andile sat on the
armrest on the couch.

Ezile: Nimfumene majita?

Lucky: We found where he was, but it

seems like he changed locations fast.

Akhona: Yeah, he must have figured we will

track his phone after his father called.

Me: Wait, don’t tell me you involved his

parents?

They went silent, I closed my eyes tjoo why

don’t these men listen. Sihle’s parents did
nothing, why put abantu abadala through
trauma for their son’s doings?

Me: You didn’t hurt them right?

Nkosi: No, but we scared them a bit.

Me: Tjoo lamadoda, ude utsho nge

confidence Nkosikhona.

They all chuckled and I looked at them

annoyed, nxxa bayadika shame.

Me: So you lost Sihle again?

Akhona: Yhr, but worry not he should enjoy

being on the run while it last.
Ezile: Did you find anything that could help
at his previous location?

Sive: We found his phone and ID with

passport, meaning even if he wanted to fled
the country. Akazokwazi.

Mahle: Mafungwashe, uright?

Me: Ewe, thank you guys for going through

all that trouble for me. I mean you guys are
supposed to be doing your daily jobs, but ni
focuss.e kum instead.

I smiled looking at them, they returned the

smiles and I softly laughed looking at how
weird they are.

Nkosi: Yasihleka?
Me: Ni weird xa nincuma at the same time.

They chuckled and I stood up, telling them I

will get something to drink for them. I
walked to the kitchen thinking about visiting
Amyoli, maybe killing her unborn will make
things easy for me. I got the guys beers and
whiskey then took it to them, they thanked
me and I gave them space going to the
room. I got in Ezile’s room and paced up
and down, thinking about where to from
here. I quickly walked to the closet and took
out my tracksuit wearing it, I need to be
comfortable as I go to le mission. I had my
weave in a messy bun, then went to search
for a gun in Ezile’s closet. I took a small
handbag and put the gun in it, my prayers
were that the guys don’t notice what I’m up
to.
I walk out the room going downstairs, I went
to the lounge and found them talking and
laughing.

Me: Sorry to disturb.

They looked at me and Ezile frowned

walking to me, he held my waist and I
looked at him.

Me: Ndicela undiboleke car keys zakho.

Ezile: Where are you going? You supposed

to be resting baby, you still hurt remember.

Me: I just need some fresh air, alone

please.
Ezile: Look at me, Yondi wam. Look me
straight in the eye and tell me ufuna fresh
air nyani.

Fuck, I knew he saw that ndiyaxoka. I

looked him in the eye.

Me: Please, I just need some fresh air.

Ezile: What’s in the bag?

Me: Uhmm…

He slowly took the handbag and opened it,

he took out the gun looking at me and
chuckled.
Ezile: Fresh air, huh?

Me: I get I lied, but ndiyayidinga le gun.

Lucky: Mafungwashe, we told we will sort

Sihle out ourselves njena.

Me: I’m not going out there to look for

uSihle.

Nkosi: Then uyaphi ne gun, sthandwa

sethu?

Ezile was still looking at me, I sighed and

tried moving back but he got hold of my
waist again.

Ezile: Baby, what are you up to?

Me: Nothing.

Ezile: Gun yam uyisaphi? Since when do

you carry guns around?

Me: Yazi, let me go and and rest. You were

right xa usithi I need to rest, ngoba I’ve
figured that is what I need to do right now.

I gave him a quick peck then walked back

to his room, fucken hell! Now what? Why
does Bragadier notice everything I do? He
is very observing and I can’t even lie to him
when I look in his eyes. Moerrrr!

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I told myself that today after work, I will
drive to Bragadier’s house and visit my
friend. I know Bragadier doesn’t want
anyone visiting his house, but kaloku my
friend is there. MY BEST FRIEND! I was
wearing my Pink blazer and it’s matching
formal shorts, with my white sneaker.

Anam: Teddy, hello!

Me: Yintoni Anam?

Anam: Haibo, I’ve been calling you for the

past minutes.
Me: Ufunani, can’t you see ndi busy?

Anam: Tjoo, I thought we could talk but

nevermind.

Me: Good, just remove yourself from me.

Andikho kwi best mood yam, so find
someone else to be lazy with during work
time.

She looked at me and clapped once

walking away, I was honestly not in my best
moods lately. I mean I almost lost my
friend, Yondi is like a sister to me and me
almost losing her really got me on my feels.
I’m also worried about her, she was very
excited to be a mother but life just had to be
unfair. What Sihle did really damaged me, it
feels like he stole something priceless from
me too.
·
·
30 minutes before knock off time, I
submitted some of my work and Mpendulo
asked to talk to me before I could leave his
office.

Mpendulo: Teddy Bear, you’ve been

drowning yourself with work.

Me: Aren’t you happy about that?

Mpendulo: You stressed about Yondi?

Me: Ewe, I almost lost her.

Mpendulo: We all worried about her. Just
don’t stress too much, ayikho grand for
health yakho.

Me: I will try.

Mpendulo: We miss the jolly Teddy. Not le

walking zombie uyiyo, but I understand
what you going through.

Me: Can I leave now?

Mpendulo: Sharp, close the door on you

way out.

I nod and left his office closing the door

behind me, I sighed closing my eyes and
opened them again walking to my working
station. I packed my things up and walked
out the building, going to the parking lot. I
got in my car and off I went to the mall, I
wanted to get Yondi something that will lift
up her mood.

[AT THE MALL.]

I was browsing through the watches from
Tempo, I know she loves watches. I saw a
rose gold one and smiled purchasing it, as I
left the jewellery store I bumped into
someone. I looked up ready to apologize
but frowned seeing that it was my father.

Zukisani: Thokoza, look at-

Me: It’s Teddy, please get out of my way

andikwazi.
Zukisani: Thokoza, ndim your father. I know
you know me-

Me: Mamela, my father died long ago. He

died the minute he abandoned me and my
mother because of my sexuality, stay out of
my life wena nantsika. As you can see
nawe, my mother and I lack nothing si
relevant as nawe ubona so voestek!

I left him standing there I won’t let him ruin

the rest of my day, he should just stay away
from mna. I walked to Woolworths to get
some snacks for me and Yondz, I just want
her to be out of misery. Few moments later,
I was in my car driving to Bragadier’s
house. Upon my arrival I saw cars parked in
his yard, guess his friends were here and I
don’t feel like bumping into Akhona. Mna
and him had sex this other day, trust me it
was the best but I have been hiding from
him after that.

I walk to the door and rang the bell, Ezile

opened the door frowning.

Ezile: Yhr. You here for, Yondi?

Me: Ewe, I know you don’t want abantu

abanintsi kwakho but I have to see my best
friend.

Ezile: She is somewhere around the house,

uqumbile.

I followed him in the house, what does he

mean she is angry?
Me: What did you do to her?

Ezile: Uzubuze pha kuye.

I sighed and heard his friends laughing, my

heart raced as we approached the lounge.
When we got there, I felt like dropping the
things I was carrying because Akhona was
staring at me.

Nkosi: Aaa, Teddy bear!

Me: Molweni. Andizanga kuni, I came to my

friend. Where is she?

Yondi: Ndim lo.

She said coming in the lounge, she looked
cute I half ran to her and threw myself in
her arms hugging her. She moaned in pain,
Ezile was next to us in a split second.

Me: Askies chomi, I forgot about your bullet

wounds.

Ezile: Baby, uright? Teddy, yabona you

going to upset me-

Yondi: Ezile, don’t be dramatic. Ndiright,

Ted you good?

She took my hand and I picked up the small

giftbag and Woolworths bag, walking with
her somewhere around the house.
Me: I’m fine now that I saw you, I missed
you.

Yondi: I missed you too. Is it okay if we go

to the pool side?

Me: Sure, akho ngxaki.

She smiled and she opened the sliding

door, and we walked through the pool side.
We sat on the table with chairs there, she
held my hands over the table.

Yondi: Teddy, I’m not okay. Can I vent?

Me: Always baby, you didn’t have to ask.

Yondi: I can’t help but blame myself for my
miscarriage, first I had a miscarriage
because of Onwaba. Now I had a
miscarriage because of Sihle, it hurts
because I lost babies in the hands of men.

She sob painfully and I also cried, going to

sit on the chair next to hers. I gave her a
hug and brushed her back as we both cried.

Yondi: I don’t deserve kids, yinyani xa

kuthiwa a person can’t everything.

Me: Yondi, your cries are really hurting me.

We cried in each other’s arms, how I wish I

can take away the pain she is feeling. After
some minutes we wiped each others tears,
she gave me a weak smile.
Yondi: Ndizoba right. It will take time for me
to heal, but ndizo heal.a.

Me: You have me futhi, you have your

father and Bragadier is also here for you.

Yondi: I’m greatful for yonke le support.

She sighed looking up and swallowed

nothing, I sniffed looking at her. I hate this
side of Yondi, she looks very weak. It
breaks my heart seeing her this way…

Yondi: I’m tired Teddy, at some point I wish

that I died with my baby.

Me: Yondi please, don’t talk like that-

Yondi: It hurts Teddy, I’m trying to be strong
but andikwazi. I feel like I will lose it,
ndizoba right mhla they find Sihle and deal
with him.

Me: Please I-

I held my chest, it felt like it was closing in.

Yondi quickly looked at me, she told me to
do breathing exercises.

Yondi: Teddy, you having a panick attack.

EZILE!!!!

She held my hand and looked at me with

teary eyes, telling me to breath.
Yondi: EZILE! NKOSIKHONATHE
JOURNALIST.

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AKHONA KHALI.
I was pacing up and down the hospital
waiting room as we waited for the doctor,
Yondi was cuddled up in Ezile’s arms. I’m
worried that these hospital cold chairs will
trigger her pains, but she had a fleece
around her lower body.

Mahle: Eish sarni, would you please sit

down? Undenza dizzy.

Me: Ndine stress, what if it’s something

serious?
Nkosi: Phola, ndi sure it’s not something
serious. Don’t overthink…

Yondi: If anything happens to Teddy, I’m

going to lose it for real.

Ezile: Baby, no marn. Teddy will be fine,

ne?

She sighed and closed her eyes, the guys

and I shared an eye contact.

Me: Mafungwashe?

Yondi: Hmmm?

Me: What happened ?

She looked at us and told us what
happened, I sighed and kneeled in front of
her holding her hands.

Me: Don’t blame yourself for this, what

happened to Teddy is not your fault.

Doctor: Thokoza Gxaka?

Yondi quickly stood up and met the doctor

halfway, I stood there waiting for feedback.

Yondi: And? How is he? Is he okay? Talk

please…

Doctor: Teddy is fine, he just had a little

panick attack and is requesting to see
Yondi.
Yondi: That’s me, lead the way.

She looked at us first and we nod

reassuring her that she can go, she
followed the doctor and I sighed sitting
down.

Andile: See, Teddy is fine.

Me: I’m relieved. Tjoo bafethu, never have I

ever felt so scared of losing someone other
than you guys and Mafungwashe.

They chuckled, I know Teddy is running

away from me since we had sex 3 days
ago. Andazi if I was too rough on him or
what, but he just keeps avoiding me.
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××××××

YONDI MNDINI.
I smiled holding Teddy’s hand, he also
looked at me smiling as he sat on the
hospital bed.

Me: You scared me Ted, never do that

again.

Teddy: Uxolo. Just that thinking about the

fact that I almost lost you, really makes me
feel some type of way.

Me: I’m not going anywhere. Not now and

definitely not anytime soon.
I gave him a hug and he sighed, we hugged
for a while.

Teddy: The doctor said I should wait for him

to discharge me.

Me: I will wait with you. Worse Ezile and his

friends are here, you should’ve seen how
stressed AK was.

Teddy: Akhona ulapha?

Me: Ewe. Is there something going on

between you two?

Teddy: No. But mna naye had sex not long

ago, I’m just avoiding him kengoku.
I giggled, I wasn’t expecting this one.

Me: So Akhona is bisexual?

Teddy: I have no idea, uthi yena he is

straight. But he was fucking my gay ass
good not long ago…

Me: Hayi Teddy, so lento yenu was it a

once off?

Teddy: Yes it was, I don’t want anything

official okwa ngoku.

Me: Okay, I love you chomi.

Teddy: I love you too.

I caressed his cheek and we smiled at each
other, my Teddy bear. I love this soul and
the fact that my miscarriage is affecting him
too, says a lot about our friendship.
·
·
The next day, I woke up to Ezile singing
walking in the room. I smiled looking at him
holding a tray with breakfast, he sang that
song “Christina Perri- A Thousand Years” I
sang along with him. We laughed after
singing the chorus, he kissed me before
giving me my breakfast. There was also a
box of Lindt chocolate and a rose, I blushed
looking at him.

Ezile: Breakfast in bed just for you my

happiness.
Me: Ndim happiness yakho?

Ezile: Ayicace! I didn’t order it ke, I made it

with love just for you.

Me: Undifakele korobela?

Ezile: I made sure uba ndiyi galela yonke!

Let me feed you.

I giggled and he sat next to me feeding me,

we held a conversation and can I just say
he can cook? I didn’t know that Ezile is
good at cooking, Guluva wam bethuna.

Ezile: So, me and the gents are meeting

today. Regarding Sihle..
Me: I just hope y’all find him, I will feel much
lighter once he pays for what he did.

Ezile: I will find him. I love you, baby wam

ndedwa.

Me: I love you nam, Guluva wam.

He pecked my lips and fed me again, I told

him I will pop up at work just to check a few
things. He didn’t mind and he told me to call
him if I will need anything. Once done
eating, we made the bed together and took
a shower together. Kumnandi endodeni
shame, Ezile is so loving and gentle with
me and I enjoy every bits of it.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I looked at the gun in my hand then step out
the car, I was in front of Amyoli’s house and
my anger kept rising. I barged in the house
and found Amyoli drinking Savannah, she is
drinking kodwa umithi. She looked at me
shocked and quickly stood up seeing the
gun in my hand.

Amyoli: Yondi, what’s going on?

Me: What does it look like?

I point the gun to her stomach, she covered

her baby bump with her arms.

Me: Uphi uSihle?

Amyoli: Andazi, I swear he just disappeared

on me.
Me: You protecting him ne? Yazi ndino
msindo and I hate feeling like this.

Amyoli: I don’t know where he is, I swear!

Please don’t hurt my baby…

I look at her baby bump and thought of the

pain I will bring upon her, I didn’t care about
her but losing a child is not nice. I point the
gun away from her, she looked at me
shaking.

Me: I want to get rid of your unborn, the

way Sihle got rid of mine because of his
crazy obsession.

Amyoli: Yondi please, don’t.

Me: But I won’t let hate and anger turn me
into a monster, I won’t kill a innocent baby.

Amyoli sobbed and I looked at her,

shedding some tears too.

Me: I don’t want you to go through the pain

of losing a unborn, it’s very draining.

Amyoli: I’m sorry for what Sihle did, I swear

if I knew about his plan I was going to warn
you.

Me: Akho smoko. Just tell your baby daddy,

his days are numbered. I pity your baby
ngoba she/he will grow up fatherless, Sihle
wakho will regret killing my baby and ever
crossing paths with me.
I walked out the house after saying that, I
got in the car and cried feeling angry and
hurt. I punched the starring wheel and
started the ignition with tears in my eyes. I
sped off driving to the club.
·
·
At the club, I sat on the barstool and
ordered shot after shot. Teddy called and
asked me about my whereabouts, I told him
and 30 minutes later he was here to join
me.

Me: This is my 2nd miscarriage. God, hates

me ne?

Teddy: Ungu God’s favourite child wena, he

has no ounce of hate for you.
Me: I like how you always try to make me
feel better, but it won’t work this time
around.

I drank my shot in one go, swallowing it as

it burned my throat.

Me: I will be having a cleansing ritual once

the bullet wounds are healed.

Teddy: I will be there, mntase. I will always

be there for you.

Me: I almost killed umntana ongenzanga

nix, umntana ka Amyoli.

Teddy: Hurt and anger makes us do weird

things.
Me: Yeah, like me thinking of removing my
womb for good.

Teddy: What! Oh hell no, Yondi.

Me: What’s the use of having it? I get

pregnant and miscarry that hurts me
mentally and emotionally.

Teddy: You won’t remove your womb.

Me: I don’t want to get pregnant ever again,

it’s not nice bonding with umntana then lose
the baby.

I gulped the brandy, wiping my tears and

Teddy gave me a hug.
Me: Better yet, if I might get pregnant again
ngaske ndothuke ndikwi labour pains
ngoscke.

Teddy: Chomi, I’m sorry I wish I could do

something to take away your pain.

Me: Kill me, Teddy. Kill me, mfethu.

Teddy: Intoni?!!

I chuckled swallowing the lump on my

throat as he looked at me in shock.

Me: Kidding. I still have things to conquer

and live for, my dad to make proud and
more futhi.
He sighed in relief and slapped the back of
my head and I laughed, I hope wherever
Sihle is he will stay there for his enternal life
ngoba ndizombulala umbona kwam shame,
without asking questions.

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breath, please try breathing…

She was panicking and crying. They guys

came to where we are in a hurry carrying
their guns, the last thing I remember was
Akhona running to my side then darkness
consumed me.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I left the club drunk, Teddy wanted to drive
me home but I told him I came with one of
Ezile’s cars. While I was driving I felt like
the car was floating, because of how drunk
I was. I turned on the music on top, I lept
dancing with my shoulders to the gqom
songs playing. A while later, I drove in
Ezile’s yard and fuck his friends were here
too.

Me: Ndise kakeni, itjooo.

I step out of the car stumbling then walked

to the house, I walked in and found them in
the lounge drinking.
Me: Bantu bam!

Nkosi: Awunxile, why are you drinking and

driving?

Ezile: Baby, so wena you drinking but your

wounds haven’t properly healed.

Me: I just wanted to have some fun. Can’t a

girl have fun?

I looked at them wearing all black then

chuckled shaking my head, I’m guessing
they come from one of their missions.

Me: Guluva wam, I kind of borrowed your

gun. It’s in the car as we speak…
Ezile: Yeses, awuva wena. We will talk
once you are sober.

Me: But ndiright njena mna.

He came to me and picked me up bridal

style, I giggled wrapping my arms around
his neck and kissed the side of his face. He
chuckled making me smile..

Me: Umhle ndoda yam, I love you futhi

mna.

Ezile: Nyani? Undithanda how much?

Me: My love for you has no limit, jonga

undidlisile wena!
He chuckled and put me down as we step
in his room, I quickly jumped on him and
wrapped my legs around his waist. He
laughed spanking my ass, looking at me
smiling.

Ezile: Unxila amanyala, baby wamu.

Me: Andinxilanga kakhulu njena?

Ezile: You are drunk. Futhi I’m angry you

drove while drunk.

I kissed his lips, he chuckled shoving his

tongue in my mouth. We tongue kissed and
I pulled out looking at him…
Me: Awuyi rhaleli khumeme?

Ezile: Ndiyi rhalela ngoku, but amajita and I

were discussing some important things.

Me: Okay, hamba ke. You will find me here,

ready for umthondo wakho omnandi.

Ezile: Unezimbo wena, tjuu Yondi!

I giggled as he kissed me walking us to the

bed, he gently laid me on it and ran his
hands up and down my thighs. He sucked
on my neck making me moan, I stroked his
dick over his pants and he groaned getting
more hard.

Me: Your friends…

Ezile: They can wait, I want you mna.

Me: Suba krwada, you can’t keep them

waiting while funeke nithethe izinto ezi
serious.

He sighed and looked at me, I pulled his

face to mine and sucked on his lower lip.
He groaned kissing me, I also want him but
he has to go to his friends.

Me: Mmm, Guluva…

He finger fucked me making me moan

between the kiss, I ran my hands on his
chest and he grunt. A knock on the door
disturbed us, Ezile pulled out and cussed
under his breath.
Ezile: Yintoni mfethu?

Akhona: Hayi rhaa, awunotya impundu size

kuwe tshini!

Ezile: Ndiyeza, tjoo ezi kaka.

I giggled as we stared at each, he smiled

making me smile.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda, uyeva?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

He gave me two pecks before getting off

me, I laid there smiling like a fool as he left
the room.
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××××××

EZILE FANATHI.
I went back to my friends and they looked
at me laughing, I rolled my eyes sitting
down and taking one of the cushions to
hide my erection.

Mahle: Yhr ne, kuku will be the end of us.

Me: Ekse! Ndikuxelela nge khumeme ka

Mafungwashe, yabona lo she will be cause
of my death.

They chuckled as we discussed serious

matters, which was our illegal business. We
talked about that for about 35 minutes or
so, then we went on joking around. Yondi
came downstairs in her gown and
headwrap around her weave, she looked
kak mooi.

Yondi: I ordered, should I dish up for you

guys immediately?

Us: Please…

She nod and left to the door, seconds later

she came back holding our food and went
to the kitchen to dish.

Nkosi: Yhr Bragga, you one lucky bustard.

Me: Ne? The only thing left is for me to

make her, Mrs. Ezile Bragadier Fanathi.
Andile: Awuncume swine!

We shared a laugh and joked around while

waiting for our food, Yondi told us food is
ready so we went to the dinning room. She
ordered meat and grilled ribs with some
fries.

Yondi: Andazi if nizo hlutha na? I don’t care

phof ngoba ninazo izandla.

Sive: Haibo, Mafungwashe!

Yondi: Ewe tshini, the only man I will feed is

Ezile lo wam. Nina hambani niyozi xhoma.
We laughed at how serious she was, she
sat down next to me and we all ate in
peace. Lucky, wasn’t here because kaloku
Busi asked him to come home early and he
did.

[IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.]

I woke up and looked at my gorgeous
woman, she was sleeping peacefully next
to me. I kissed her face but she ignored me,
I pulled her bottom lip.

Me: Baby? Baby wamu…

Yondi: Hayi Ezi, ndifuna ulala mna.

Me: I miss you njena, please ndihoye.

Yondi: Come let me cuddle you.

She opened her arms with her eyes closed,

I smiled laying on her boobs. She caressed
my head and I hummed enjoying the
sensational feeling.

Me: Ngo 3 ekseni, condom ayikho

amathanga amhlophe. Faka, faka, faka,
faka, faka…faka yonke!

She giggled at how I sang the song, she

was very sleepy umntu wam.

Yondi: Hayi, why are you so active ngobu

suku?

Me: Xa usema thandweni, uvuka nango 2

ekseni just to cuddle nomntu wakho.
Ndizothini ungabi active? I mean ndikwi
cuddles in your loving arms.

I took her hand and kissed her palm.

Yondi: Yazi bendilele kamnandi kanjani?

Me: Why did you wake up ke?

Yondi: Because you woke me up.

Me: Ulala njani indoda yakho ikufuna?

Awuyi xabisanga indoda sisi ne?

Yondi: Ufuna ikuku Ezile ne?

I laughed at how she caught me, I got on
top of her and she tiredly looked at me
opening her legs for me.

Yondi: Njee uba 1, 2…don’t overdo it.

Me: I’m so happy we slept naked, wadla

Bragadier!

She giggled as I kissed her lips and ran my

dick up and down her vagina, she moaned
and my heart raced as I couldn’t wait to be
buried deep inside her. Once she was wet, I
pushed the tip of my dick in her my breath
getting faster.

Me: Look at me, babe.

Yondi: Mmm..baby, be gentle ke.

Me: Aaah, shit..fuck baby!

I looked in her eyes groaning as I slowly

push my dick through her vagina, she
moaned biting her lower lip and digging her
nails in my back.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda ne?

Before she could tell me she loves me too, I

pushed the rest of my dick in grunting at
how warm and tight she is. She moaned
arching her back, closing her eyes.

Me: I told you look at me baby, jonga

indoda yakho wedwa xa ikuzuma.
I said looking at her giving her deep and
slow thrust, she wrapped her legs around
my waist as I kept going. I slid my dick out,
massaging her clit with the tip of it and she
closed her eyes moving her waist under
me. I went for her lips and kissed her,
sliding my dick inside her again groaning. I
gave her gentle thrust, making love to her
we don’t tatazel during tlof tlof bethu.
Mayicace that you riding your soulmate,
asibani noYondi wam. We are enjoying our
love making session yango 3 ekseni, no but
umnandi mntana bantu.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I was hanging out with my friends, we were
at this wine place and trust me it was fun
being around them.

Me: So in months time I will be opening my

graphic designer company.

Teddy: Halala! Haibo, I’ve been waiting.

Mpumi: Mna I will definitely sponsor some

beverages kule opening yakho!

We laughed, Mpumi was sitting next to me

clinging to my arm. She is always clinging
to me whenever I’m around.
Busi: Kodwa mntase, we are all achieving
life at this young age.

Liyema: Yeah, we are also febekinas

abanye bethu.

Us: Haibo, what you say?

She giggled as we looked at her waiting to

hear, who she is bitching around with.

Liyema: Dayimani and I are shagging,

what’s worse is that ndi catchile.

Siyakha: So tell him you have feels for him.

Liyema: Nope. I don’t think I’m ready to

date in that family again, askies.
Mpumi: What do you mean again?

Liyema told them what happened during

what was suppose to be her wedding day, I
mean Siyakha and Mpumi weren’t friends
with us back then.

Mpumi: Yhuu ebezonya kum uSive, rhaaa I

would shoot his balls if he would do that to
me.

Liyema: That’s the same day I gave birth

ke, to a miracle baby.

Me: Jonga she gave me and Teddy a hard

time that day, would y’all believe uba mna
Yondi…I helped her give birth!
They laughed as Teddy told them what
happened, worse yena waye faintile. I
looked at my friends smiling, it’s very
exciting to have people that always keep
you company. Who knew that my group of
friends will grow? I mean I only had two
friends which was Teddy and Liyema then I
met Busi and now there is Mpumi and
Siyakha.

Me: So babies, where to from here?

Mpumi: Let’s go to the beach?

We agreed with her, I was feeling tipsy and

I didn’t want to get that drunk because Ezile
uzondi ngxolisa sarna. I mean yesterday he
told me I shouldn’t drink kakhulu since I’m
not fully healed.
·
·
3 hours later, we were at the beach blasting
music in Teddy’s car and just vibing njee,
they even smoked weed and they weren’t
acting funny shame. They still acted like the
ladies they are, just laughing here and
there.

Mpumi: Andinxile! Haibo, I feel ncaaa.

Teddy: Who is going to drive us home?

Me: Njani? I mean we came with different

cars moc…

Busi: Ngaze ngayisola! I’m going to ask my

husband to come fetch me.
Siyakha: Bethuna, can we just make a
cheers!

We raised our glasses, waiting to hear what

we are actually cheering to.

Siyakha: To friendship, success, love, ohhh

and we should travel guys!

Me: Cheers to that! And to more money

bathong!

Us: CHEERRS!!!!

We laughed clicking our glasses, we were

sitting on camp chairs, when suddenly a
group of guys disturbed our peace.
Guy 1: Molweni. Can we join you ladies?

Teddy: Nope. Si grand, we don’t need more

company.

Mpumi: Ewe marn, ndicela nisinike okwe

space ke.

Guy 2: Yinton ingathi asizoni hlola

ngotywala?

Siyakha: Haibo! The audacity, did we say

sifuna utywala benu? Awuboni sine cooler
eziyi 2 zigcwele butywala?

This other guy with beard and a bald head

was staring at me, I frowned looking at him.
Guy 1: Okay we will leave.

Me: Ikhona ingxaki bhuti?

I asked the one who was looking at me, he

clenched his jaws and licked his lips.

Him: No, ayikho qha umhle. Ndicela

number yakho?

Me: Hamba uyoyicela ku Bragadier,

uyamazi moc?

He nod his head looking at his friends

before looking at me again, I smiled sipping
my Brutal Fruit.
Me: Hamba ke uye kuye, ufike uthi
“Bragadier, ndicela undiphe number ye
cherry yakho. Uzujonge uba uzothini ke.”

He raised his eyebrow and left, his friends

followed him and my friends giggled.

Mpumi: Yhuu abadiki sarna, tshini baze

apha ngamatshamba.

Busi: Umvile lo uthi bazosi hlola ngotywala?

Liyema: Yewena chomi, qondba Siyakha

umpendule kakuhle! Otherwise bendifuni
umthuka mna.

I looked at them talk back and forth, my

phone rang and I excused myself
answering it a bit far from my friends.
[PHONECALL.]
I smiled putting the phone against my ear.

Me: Guluva wam?

Ezile: Baby, uphi?

Me: At the beach with my friends.

Ezile: Would you please come home, fast

mntuwam.

Me: Okay. Utheni uright?

Ezile: I’m fine. We found la nja uSihle.

I blinked twice hoping that I didn’t mishear
him, did he just say they found Sihle.

Me: Hima Ezile, repeat what you just said…

Ezile: We found Sihle, baby. Come home

so that we could go together to the
CRAFTMENS HOUSE.

Me: Okay, ndiyeza baby.

Ezile: Sharp. I love you, sthandwa sam.

He end the call and I went back to my

friends, they looked at me and I sighed.

Teddy: Yondi, uright?

Me: Ezile just called, he is asking me to
meet him at his house.

Busi: Go mntase, don’t worry sizoba right.

I nod and gave them each a hug before

going to Ezile’s car, he has 3 cars so I was
driving one of his cars. I got in and started
the ignition, reversing the car and speeding
to Ezile’s house.
·
·
I was now in the house, I found Bragadier
pacing up and down. He gave me a hug as
soon as he saw me, he looked very angry.
He pulled out the hug and held the sides of
my face, looking at me straight in the eye.

Me: Where is he?

Ezile: Baby you sure you want to face him?

Me: I’m positive Ezile, I want to make sure

he pays for what he did.

Ezile: I will be right next to you ne? Don’t

hesitate asking for my assistance.

I nod and he kissed my lips before we

walked out the house, I locked the door and
we went to his car and he drove us to
where they kept Sihle.

[MINUTES LATER.]
We walked in the CRAFTSMEN house, his
friends were sitting there drinking whiskey.
They looked at us and spoke to Ezile, with
their eyes.
Nkosi: Mafungwashe, you sure you don’t us
to handle this ourselves?

Me: No, uphi lomntu? I want to get over and

down with this.

Akhona: This side, but wait…he is in a very

bad state.

Me: Njan uba “bad state”?

They looked at each other, I sighed feeling

annoyed.

Me: Bethuna talk! I’m getting impatient…

Sive: We sort of roughened him up, the
sight you about to see is very disturbing
Mafungwashe.

Me: Please take me to where he is, I want

to get over and done with this.

We all walked to one of the rooms, the

lights were off and Mahle switched them on.
My stomach twisted when I saw hanging in
chains naked, his one eye off and he was
bruised really badly. Some of his skin was
peeled off and he looked very weak, I
looked and turned away breathing heavily.

Ezile: Yabona ke, let us deal with him-

Me: No, please wake him up.

Lucky: With pleasure.

I grabbed Nkosikhona’s gun from his waist,

then turned to look at Sihle who was
gasping for air since Lucky threw water on
him. I felt my anger rise thinking about that
certain night, the night he killed my innocent
baby.

Me: Molo Sihle.

Sihle: Yondi…please help me.

Me: Andizo yenza lonto, you deserve

what’s happening to you.

Sihle: I made a mistake, please forgive me.

I chuckled looking at him, his eyes were
half closed he looked so horrible. He was
swollen and I couldn’t cared less.

Me: I forgive you. For the sake of you not

haunting me when you dead, ngoba
ndizoku bulala Sihle.

Sihle: No…I have a child to raise-

I cooked the gun and closed my eyes

pulling the trigger, I opened my eyes and
pulled the last trigger then looked at him
dangling on the chains dead. It went silent
for a while, I turned and looked at
Nkosikhona giving him his gun.

Me: Thank you guys for helping me. This

was my first and last time killing umntu.
Andile: Are you feeling guilty?

Me: No, I feel no guilt ngoba he deserved

death. Ndayazi I’m not God to make that
decision, but Sihle took away something
very precious to me.

I sighed and looked at Ezile, he looked at

me smiling.

Me: Don’t get rid of his body.

Mahle: Wait…what?

Ezile: Mafungwashe-
Me: Don’t get rid of his body, drop his dead
body in front of his house.

Akhona: But why?

Me: Ngoba I want them to find him dead, I

want to attend his funeral. Ndifuna uba
hundred percent that he is dead, gone and
buried. He won’t find peace even nge
funeral yakhe, I will make sure that day
turns out very bad.

They looked at me and I gave them a smile,

before walking out the room because the
smell of blood made me sick. I walked to
the open lounge and gulped the bottle of
whiskey that they were drinking from, I sat
down waiting for them to get finished with
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EZILE FANATHI.
I woke up in the morning feeling good, I
mean I have my woman sleeping in my
arms and I wish it could be like this always
and forever. I looked at her then caressed
her face smiling, she is so perfect and trust
me, I would admire her every second phof I
do. She smiled opening her eyes, I
chuckled as she turned her face and faced
the other way.

Me: Baby marn, sudika.

Yondi: Ha.an kaloku, nawe uyandi vusa

moc. I want to sleep mna ndidiniwe.

Me: Udinwe yinton na?

Yondi: You were on top of me all night, so
sundibuza nonsense Ezile.

I chuckled kissing her bare back, she

shivered and giggled as I gave her wet
neck kisses. God ndiyi gone, gone, gone
guy!

Yondi: Baby no, I’m tired.

Me: Please kaloku just njee round eziyi 2?

Yondi: Ibuhlungu khumeme yam, so nope.

She tried getting off bed but I held her tight

and she giggled, I got on top of her and
kissed her. She stroked my dick and I
groaned enjoying her touch, she rubbed the
tip of my dick up and down her slit.

Yondi: Ndizocela unditye ude ube satisfied,

Guluva wam. No one is holding you back
from that.

Tsiiii madoda! She said that looking at me

in the eye, I felt like crying because imagine
someone you love say that. Hayi Yondi has
me under a spell and I’m enjoying it, tsii
madoda thina zinto ezithandwa nyani. I
kissed her again and tried sliding in her,
she moaned and I groaned slowly sliding in
her warm, wet and tight vagina. She
gripped my dick with her vagina, fuck
lomntana will be the death of me. She
moved her waist under me as we kissed, I
held her hands to the top of her head and
made love to her.
·
·
2 hours later, we were in the kitchen all
fresh wearing our robes and eating
breakfast. I caught her staring at me with so
much love in her eyes, smiling like she was
deep in thoughts. I blushed and held her
hand, she snapped out of the love trance.
Trust me I know how she feels, it’s good to
have someone love you as much as you
love them.

Me: Baby wam, you good?

Yondi: Yeah, ndi good. Are you good?

I chuckled locking her fingers with mine and

kissing her hand.
Me: I’m more than good. I have you moc,
so just njee cabanga.

Yondi: One would think I used love potion

on you.

Me: I wouldn’t care as long as it’s you,

eyakho love potion makes me feel good.
Ndifuna wena wedwa Yondi.

I said looking at her with teary eyes, I really

want her only shame. I would literally kill
myself if I would lose her, she smiled and
got closer to me give me a peck.

Yondi: Want me to hug you?

Me: Please baby, yabona undenza cry baby

wena shame.
Yondi: Uyi baby yam moc.

She sat on my lap hugging me, I found

myself tearing up and she let me be. Look
at me, a whole Bragadier crying for not
wanting to lose umntu. Yondi is not just
someone, she is my forever. 10 minutes
later, we were now continuing eating our
breakfast.

Me: Ndizoku nika bank card yam ke.

Yondi: Haibo, why?

Me: Ngoba I want you to spoil yourself,

baby wam.
Yondi: You spoil me enough njena, Guluva
wam.

Me: Yhee wethu yitya mali ye ndoda yakho

wedwa sisi, akho limit.

She giggled and mna I was serious, I

looked at her umhle lomntu. We continued
talking ke, I washed the dishes we were
using to eat breakfast then rinsed the
glasses. Yondi was in our room, yeah
ndithe “our” ngoba I share it with her moc. I
smiled alone thinking about her, benditshilo
ndathi ndiyi gone guy bethu.

Some while later, I looked at Yondi wearing

her Corduroy Flap pocket blouse and pants.
With sneakers, everything she wears feels
like it was made just for her uyafaneleka
u’baby.
Me: Awusemhle nqanqa.

Yondi: Thank you, are you going to

accompany to spoil myself nge card
lendoda yam?

I smiled and she looked at me through the

mirror.

Me: Unfortunately no baby, I have

somethings to sort out.

Yondi: Okay.

She walked to me as I sat on the edge of

the bed, I bit my lower lip and pulled her to
straddle my lap. We shared a eye contact
with me caressing her ass.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda marn, andidlali xa

ndisitsho.

Yondi: Ndiku thanda nam baby.

Me: Ngaske ndiku ginye ubonwee ndim

ndedwa.

Yondi: Ohh hayike wena, kudala ndabona

you don’t want me to flaunt my beauty.

I laughed throwing my head back and she

giggled kissing my neck, I smiled allowing
her to suck on it. I knew damn well she is
leaving a lovebite mark, she always does
this and I’m used to it. I mean I started all
this because nam every chance I get, I
leave lovebite marks on her body.

Me: Pheza kaloku, baby.

She ignored me and I chuckled, she

stopped and looked at me before kissing
me. I groaned feeling her grind on me
making me horny, she got off me and went
on her knees. I bit my lower lip watching her
take my dick in her hands, she stroked it
and I groaned feeling the pleasure as she
took it in her mouth. FUCK!

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I looked at my mother and she gave me a
huge smile, well I asked her to help me get
things I will need for a romantic picnic. Yes,
I’m planning to take Yondi for a picnic, we
deserve to be happy after what we’ve been
through.

Mama: Yhuu Ezi, ndi happy that you finally

settled down.

Me: I know right. I’m definitely marrying

Yondi, if bekuya ngam ngekudala engu
Yondi Fanathi ngoku.

Mama: I love this for you and her. You both

deserve to be happy, I mean she’s been
through a lot.

I looked at my mother, she blinked looking

at me like she said something she wasn’t
meant to say.

Me: Uright?
Mama: Uhmm..yeap, are you not hungry?

Me: Nope. I’m headed to my house, I’m

sure Yondi is almost done wherever she is.

Mama: Okay, undibulisele kuye. Tell her I

miss her…

Me: Sharp, Nozala.

I stood up and kissed her forehead and left

the house, while driving to my house. I
noticed that there were police following me,
their siren rang and I knew they were telling
me to stop so I parked my car on the side of
the road. I was honestly annoyed, I rolled
down the window as 2 officers came to my
window.
Me: Siyaxabana bantu bomthetho?

Officer 1: No. Tell us Bragadier, where were

you last night?

Me: Haibo, I was at home in bed with my

woman.

Officer 2: And your friends?

Me: Bane zindlu nabo moc, theni nindibuzi

kaka?

Officer 1: A ATM was bombed last night,

you have any idea who did that?
Me: Why are you asking me? Andilo
police.a mna sarni.

Officer 2: So you have no idea about the

ATM-

Me: Mamela joe, I have really important

things to do. So if you don’t mind vayani.

I frowned looking at them, they moved

away from my window and I started my
ignition, roaring my engine and then drove
off. I chuckled shaking my head in disbelief,
so everytime things get fucked up the police
will blame me and my friends? Hayi
siyanyelwa shame.
·
·
At my house, I kissed Yondi touching her
exposed thighs. She pulled out looking at
me, she looked really beautiful. I touched
her weave smiling, her nails were also done
and she had my initials written on one nail.

Me: Oko when you do your nails, I want you

to have my initials on one of them.

Yondi: Tshini, yabona ziveske zantle

worse?

Me: Ndak’xelel and you look gorgeous

baby.

Yondi: Enkosi baby, nawe.

I smiled and pecked her lips before hugging

her, she wrapped her arms around me
making me smile as we shared a long hug.
She was wearing a Unity Plus Brush print
shirt with shorts and her white fluffy slides.
As for mna, I was wearing my men horse
striped top and pants set. With my white
sneakers.

Me: Masambe baby.

Yondi: Undisaphi khona? You just waltz in

and said masilungise, sinxibe comfortable
but you didn’t tell me siyaphi.

Me: We going somewhere peaceful, you

will like it.

Yondi: Mmm okay, let’s go ke.

We took what we needed and left the
house, she had my phone and her phone in
her hands. We got in the car and settled in
then I drove off, she was not giving me
attention e’busy yi phone.

Me: Hayike baby, why are not giving me

your attention?

Yondi: Xolo, I’m just looking through my

Emails. Khona delivery I’m expecting, so I
have to confirm it.

Me: Okay ke. Mamazala wakho, told me to

tell you “molo”.

Yondi: Who your mother?

I nod my head and she smiled, I stopped at
the traffick light and leaned over for a kiss.
She gave me 2 pecks, I pulled her lower lip
with my teeth and held her chin giving her a
french kiss. The car behind us hooted and I
drove since the robots were now opened.
We arrived at our destination, she smiled
realising that we were at the picnic park.

Me: You like?

Yondi: A whole Guluva setting up a picnic?

Hayi, uyi gone guy bhuti baby!

I laughed as we step out the car and

walking to our picnic spot, she was so
excited and that made me happy.
Yondi: Yhuu baby, ayintle! Who helped you
or uyenze ngokwakho?

Me: With the help of my mother.

Yondi: You keep surprising me, enkosi

handsome.

Me: Anything for you beautiful, you deserve

anything and everything.

She giggled then stood on her tippy toes

kissing me, I smiled responding to the kiss.
We sat down and our little picnic began.

Me: We have to go before sunset ke ne?

Yondi: Ohh okay, enkosi for this.

Me: I love you, bhabha. Kakhulu futhi…

Yondi: I love you too.

We enjoyed our picnic ke in peace, we took

pictures and videos. We played around,
drank the 2 bottles of wine that we had and
trust me I loved every bits of this.

Me: So baby, how is the progress of your

new business going?

Yondi: I will be launching it in a months

time, yazi I’m so excited.

Me: I’m happy for you, futhi if you need

anything don’t hesitate telling me.
Yondi: I won’t. I feel like you love me more
than you love yourself.

Me: Awuna idea baby, yabona wena.

I held her left hand then looked at her ring

finger thoughtfully before kissing it, the
finger deserves umdandatho.

[LATER THAT SAME DAY.]

We were at the rooftop of this restaurant,
having dinner while watching the sunset.
After eating we ordered a couple of drinks,
Yondi was really drunk and she was
clinging on to me. I was also feeling drunk
and ngaske ndivingcele uYondi wam qha,
simnke apha.
Me: Awurhaleli siye endlini, baby?

Yondi: Hima not ngoku baby, I need more

wine yazi.

She looked at me, I chuckled at how drunk

she was.

Yondi: Ndicela undiphuze?

Me: Andifuni tshini.

Yondi: Hayibo, awufuni undiphuza nyani?

She looked at me sulking, it’s not that I

don’t want to kiss her qha I know once we
kiss ndizofuna more than just a kiss. Worse
she doesn’t want to go home yet, I gave her
the kiss she wanted. She placed her hand
on my thigh and my heart raced, she pulled
out the kiss and smiled at me.

Me: Yabona uyandi mosha?.

Yondi: Askies kaloku, I love you njena.

Me: Ndibatyiwe ke mna, let’s go home.

Yondi: Not yet, I need another bottle of

wine.

Me: Baby, unxilile already njena?

Yondi: Not enough, phola Guluva.

I chuckled and gulped my whiskey while
she ordered another bottle of wine, I put my
hand on her bare thigh and squeezed it.

Yondi: Unjalo ke wena, awukwazi uzi

bamba.

Me: Please marn baby, worse ndiya phela.

Yondi: Hayi Ezile, sohamba when this bottle

is done.

I rolled my eyes, I know she is doing this on

purpose. I kept caressing her thigh, while
we spoke and drank. Once the bottle was
done, she told me we can leave. We left
nyani ke and I drove us home, I was
speeding apha endleleni and Yondi wasn’t
having it.
Yondi: Kodwa Ezile, what are you trynna
do?

Me: Njani? Are you judging my driving?

Yondi: Nawe suqhuba iwaza, why are you

speeding while drunk?

Me: Suxabana, Mafungwashe.

Yondi: Awunxibanga ne safety belt, tjoo

hhee.

Me: Andiyi thandi safety belt, you know

that.
She rolled her eyes and looked ahead, I
played some music and kept dancing to it
while driving. She was so annoyed shame,
but she ended up joining in the fun.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
We stepped out the ensuite, we just took a
shower and we feeling fresh. I followed her
to the closet, I spanked her ass then she
giggled before turning to look at me.

Yondi: Sayifuna khumeme?

Me: Ewe tshini, bendizoyi cenga nangoku.

She kissed my bare chest before looking at

me.
Yondi: Thank you for today, I really
enjoyed.

Me: Are you happy?

Yondi: More than happy. Are you?

Me: Ndi happy mna baby, with you all is

well.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda Ezile, ndiku thanda

manyani.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, baby wam.

She kissed my lips and removed the towel

around my waist, I grunt between the kiss
as she stroked my hard dick. She slowly
went down on her knees making eye
contact with me, I felt butterflies in my
stomach as she kissed my thighs. I groaned
as she bit her lower lip stroking my dick
while looking at me, she put my dick in her
mouth making me throw back my head
enjoying the warmth of her mouth.

I grunt in pleasure as she gagged on my

dick, I put my hand on her head and thrust
in her mouth.

Me: Fuck, baby!

She kept pleasuring me with her mouth,

while massaging my testicles. A while later,
she went faster and I fisted her weave
groaning out loud. I threw my head back
closing my eyes and shoot my load in her
mouth, she swallowed my sperm and stood
up walking to the bed removing the towel
from her body. I swallowed looking at her
kneel on the bed, ass up and chest down
nailing the doggy position like always.

Her clean and waxed pussy was glistening

with her wetness, I stroked my dick walking
to the bed then ran the tip of my dick on her
wet slit. I placed my hand on her lower
back, exactly where her butterfly tattoo is
and gently slid in her tightness groaning as
her pussy gripe my dick. She gasped when
half my dick was in, I held her waist and
kissed her bare back before shoving the
rest of my dick in. She moaned pulling on
the bed covers, I paused for a moment just
so she could adjust to the size.

I don’t get how she hasn’t adjusted yet,

phof it must hurt ngoba her whole is tiny. I
gave her thrusts while groaning, she
moaned and I kept upping my pace fucking
her hard.

Me: Shit!

Yondi: Yes baby…aaaah fuck!

I kept giving it to her till we both cum I

emptied my sperm inside her then laid next
to her catching my breath. I felt her kissing
me hard, I grunt as she got on top of me
sliding down my dick. I sucked her lower lip
and she moaned pulling out the kiss and
put her hands on my chest taking my whole
dick in her. Once it was fully in she closed
her eyes then she bit her lower lip and
started to move her waist riding me making
me grunt enjoying her ride while
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YONDI MNDINI.
I’m at the happiest point of my life, Ezile
makes love feel and look so easy shame.
He makes me feel unexplainable things,
things I’ve never felt before and I’m hoping
his love for me stays like this forever.
Because I can guarantee you, my love for
him will never change unless he fucks up
real bad and hurt me in the worst way.

I was in the kitchen, it’s morning and I was

washing the dishes we ate breakfast from.
Ezile walked in and hugged me from
behind.

Me: Hey baby.

Ezile: Hello, sthandwa sam. You pussy still
hurts?

Me: Ewe, I have a tear because you went

really hard on me last night.

Ezile: Uxolo kaloku, andikwazanga

uzibamba.

I sighed and he gave me neck kisses he

asked me to look at him and I did.

Ezile: Uhmm, baby…when are you going

back to work?

Me: Andikho sure. I was going to confirm

that with Mpendulo today.
Ezile: Mpendulo? Yinja yaphi leyo?

Me: He is my boss, Guluva. Why ubuza?

He wrapped his hands around my waist

pulling me to him, I put my hands on his
chest as we looked at each other.

Ezile: I wanted us to be away for a few

days, we need that break after what we
went through.

Me: Away as in?

Ezile: Out of town baby, njee sibethwe ngu

moya.
I smiled and gave him a kiss, he deepened
it pulling me closer to him. I pulled out and
smiled at him.

Me: I will hear uba what my boss say then

get back to you, ne?

Ezile: Sharp, Mafungwashe. I love you moc

mna, you know that?

Me: I do andithi you tell me every second of

the day.

Ezile: Ewe kaloku, ndi catchile so izoba

njalo.

Me: I love you too, Guluva wam.

Ezile: I love you more than you love me,
hampa.

I giggled and he kissed me picking me up

and placing me on the kitchen counter, I
smiled kissing the top of his head making
him chuckle.

Me: When will I finish washing those dishes

kengoku?

Ezile: That can wait mna ndifuna full

attention yakho ngoku.

He gave me a hug and I kissed the top of

his head caressing it while we spoke in that
position. I love my man tjoo, ndiphilela
uEzile Fanathi mna ndedwa!
[3 HOURS LATER.]
I was wearing my white Gucci Cotton Poplin
shirt, my jeans and white Puma sneakers. I
was actually going at work to talk with my
boss, then from there I will go pick up Busi
since she asked to come with me to see the
building of my soon to be company. My
phone rang and it was Ezile, I giggled
answering.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Hello, ndoda yam.

Ezile: Baby, I miss you shame. Ngaske

ndingayi attend le meeting ndize kuwe.

Me: Yhini sthandwa sam, just attend lo

meeting yakho and we will meet xa
ugqibile.
Ezile: You still going to meet your boss?

Me: Ewe. Ndifuna uba sure when am I

going back to work, I wanna hear it from the
horses mouse.

Ezile: I can’t wait for us to go to le retreat,

jonga baby you going to love it.

Me: You seem excited?

Ezile: Kaloku I will be with iphakade lam,

sizi enjoy.e in peace. Phof we always enjoy
ourselves in peace.

We kept talking ke nomntu wam, until he

told me his meeting was about to begin.
Soon I will also be having meetings with
ama investors and yonke lanto, I can’t wait
to have a bond with my employees yhuu la
adrenaline of being “Thee boss”.

××××

A while later, I was in my boss’s office he

was happy to see me.

Mpendulo: So how is my favourite journalist

doing?

Me: I’m getting there, but uyayazi moc I

won’t easily heal.

Mpendulo: Don’t pressure yourself to

healing, Yondi. Miscarriage is not
something one easily forgets…
He kept talking but I sort of zoned out,
ngaske umntu angandi khumbuzi about this
miscarriage it really doesn’t sit well with me.
Once he was done I gave him a short smile
before sighing.

Me: Not to be rude, but can my miscarriage

not be the topic of our conversations again?
I get you trying to know if ndinjani, but
ndiyacela singa phinde sithethe ngayo?

Mpendulo: Noted, Yondz. I didn’t mean to

put you in a emotional state.

Me: I know you meant well, I’m happy to

have a caring boss like you. Thank you.
He smiled and held my hand over the table,
his hand was cold I looked at him then nod.
I slowly pulled my hand away after a
second.

Me: I would like to know uba when am I

returning to work?

Mpendulo: In two weeks time, you should

be back. I would give you a month but I
know you would refuse it.

Me: Damn right I will, I’right 2 weeks.

Mpendulo: Yeah. I have something to share

with you, no one knows except me and my
wife…

Me: Ohhh, what is it?

I leaned forward and so did he, I was
already ready for ezi ndaba. I felt like
laughing because he made this funny facial
expression, yhuuu hayini abantu and
changing facial expressions when they
about to gossip.

Mpendulo: So my wife is pregnant, with

twins-

Me: What?! Haibo that is amazing moc,

yhuu I’m sure you both happy!

Mpendulo: Not so loud kaloku, siyahleba

apha. You know the walls of this building
have ears.
Me: And ke…so tell me, when did you guys
find out and how far long is she?

Mpendulo: We found out last weekend, she

is a few weeks pregnant.

Me: Wow, haibo congratulations. So

uzobangu father of 3? Inathi will be
shocked when you tell her your wife is
pregnant.

Mpendulo: Hayi ulate wena Yondz, haibo

kawungene!

I giggled as we high fived, he laughed

throwing his head back and clapping once.

Mpendulo: Yhooo! So apparently, Inathi

was trying to undibambisa ilahle.
Me: Haibo, uthini na Mr?

Mpendulo: Ndithi kuwe, Amanda and I got a

visit from one of Inathi’s cousins a few days
ago. The cousin told us that Inathi got
impregnated by the cousin’s “brother”-

Me: Wait…Inathi slept with one of her

relatives?

Mpendulo: Nqoo! So ebezama ufihla inyala

ngam.

Me: How did this cousin know yena?

Mpendulo: Andazi Yondi, but my wife and I

confirmed it with Inathi in front of the cousin
and she denied it. But ke cousin was smart
enough to do a recording of their previous
conversation, she played it for us in front of
Inathi and nyani ke Inathi was trying to trap
me.

Me: Yhooo, nawe uzotsho uyeke ukwenza

cheating.

Mpendulo: Never again Yondi, I learnt my

lesson. Ndi grand nge kuku yomfazi wam.

Yhoo shame, the fact that he almost lost his

wife for something this stupid.
·
·
I was now waiting for Busi to come out of
her building, she has a lovely company.
She came out rocking her pencil skirt, with
blouse and stilettos. I smiled as she opened
the passengers door, she greet me and
gave me a hug and peck once she was
settled on the car seat.

Me: Awumhle, Ntliziyo yakhe.

Busi: Enkosi baby wakhe, umhle nawe.

Unjani?

Me: I’m good, I mean ndine ndoda

endithandayo babe!

She giggled looking at me, I smiled starting

the car ignition.

Me: Wena unjani?

Busi: Ndiright chomi, just tired yhoo.

Me: Ohyini, so ready to hit the road?

Busi: Hell yeah! Ndi ready to see your

building, ndi sure it’s big and beautiful.

Me: You have no idea!

I drove off while we spoke more, I was

driving Ezile’s BMW since my car is back at
my house.

Busi: Chomi, even if kuthiwa ndiphambene

la moto is following us.

Me: What car?

Busi: The black SUV behind us.

Yondi: Mntase, we in a busy road so ndi

sure yi moto ezi hambelayo.

Busi: Hayi marn Yondz, it has been

following us since we left my workplace.

I overtaked the car in front of me, the SUV

also overtaked the car. Busi began to
panick…

Busi: Yhuu Yondi! Nditshilo, ohh no this is

not happening.

Me: Calm down, you panicking is making

me panick.
Busi: Okay, try something else just to be
sure that they on our tail.

I noticed a huge gap between the cars in

front of us as we approached the traffick
light, I drove in that space and I stopped
there waiting for the robots to open.

Busi: I think we lost them, I can’t see them.

Me: Thank God, I wonder who are they?

Busi: We just have to be cautious for the

rest of our ride.

I nod and the robots opened and I drove off,

Busi rest on the seat exhaling while her
eyes were shut. I looked at the review
mirror and the SUV was still on our tail, I
upped the speed of the car hoping to dodge
the SUV but nope they were still at us.
There weren’t many cars on this road and
that kind of freaked me out, veske yangathi
siku Fast & Furious.

Busi: Yondi why are you speeding?

Me: They still following us!

Busi: Intoni?!

Next thing I know the SUV drove past us

with speed, it closer the way parking not so
far from us. Busi was crying because she
was scared, I hit the breaks and just did
what my brain told me. I checked if there
are no cars behind us and reversed, the
SUV was still parked horizontally not so far
from us so I did the unexpected and drove
in speed straight to it. Busi was screaming,
I told myself I’m running over that SUV but
it quickly moved out of the way and I
continued driving.

Me: Mntase, take my phone and call Ezile

quickly!

Busi: Okay, iphi?

I gave her my phone and she called Ezile

putting it on loudspeaker. I noticed the SUV
was right behind us.

[PHONECALL.]
He answered immediately…
Ezile: Baby?

Busi: Ezile ndim uBusi, we are being

followed!

Ezile: Busi? What do you mean xa usithi

followed? Uphi uYondi..

Me: Ndilapha I’m driving recklessly futhi,

there is a black SUV following us.

Ezile: Okay, where are you headed?

Uqhuba eyphi moto and-

Me: Ndi qhuba BMW, Ezile yhooo!

Gunshots fired and Busi screamed, the we

in car screeched and I didn’t have control of
it my guess was they shot one of our
wheels. Next thing I know our car is rolling
on the side of the road, Busi was screaming
uncontrollably I hit my head on the window
as it kept rolling. All I remember is hearing
car hoots from a distance and then I went
unconscious.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° her breast

and curling my toes. Yes bethuna, she got
me curling my toes!

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

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YONDI MNDINI.
Luckily Busi and I were fine, but the car was
really wrecked so I’ve heard from the
doctor. We were taken out of the car, with
no broken bones or scratch. I was sitting
with Busi in the ward as we were waiting for
Ezile and his friends to come pick us up.

Me: Ndine ntloko, I think I hit my head too

hard.

Busi: How are we alive?

Me: Andazi but I thank God and the

ancestors, yazi kwasoloko ndi sinda
ekufeni.
Busi: Who do you think that SUV belonged
to?

Me: I have no idea, just hope Ezile ne

chomi zakhe have those answers.

Busi: Do you think it’s related to le

gangsterism yabo?

Me: Maybe, I’m just hoping I won’t get

arrested for reckless driving.

She sighed and gave me a hug, we were

both sitting on the bed waiting for the doctor
and the guys. Can’t believe that 2 hours
ago we almost died, worse mna sarna
soloko ndi sinda ekufeni. Hayi
ndiyathandwa ngu Thixo ne zinyanya zam.
·
·
Ezile and his friends fetched us at the
hospital, they drove us to their warehouse
after the doctor discharged us. Busi was so
angry, she didn’t want to talk to neither of
them.

Me: Why are we here?

Ezile: We need to talk to both of you about

what happened.

Busi: What happened is we almost died

because of ubu gintsa benu!

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam-

Busi: Ngakulinge Ntlantla, undinyusela nge
BP.

I chuckled holding her hand, she clicked her

tongue and I looked at the guys.

Sive: Mafungwashe, we sorry you guys

went through that.

Me: I just want to know if was it one of your

enemies?

Ezile: We think baby, we have 2 enemies

who are owners of SUV.

Me: A black SUV, number plate yayo had

“GP” on it.
They all gawked at me as if I just told them
ndiyafa.

Nkosi: Did you just say “GP”?

Me: Ewe, I didn’t see the rest of it ngoba I

was trying to save me and Busi.

Akhona: Majita, do you think that Garneth

has to do with this?

Mahle: Cacile nguye. But what does he

want from Mafungwashe and Busi?

Ezile: Mafungwashe was driving my car, so

my guess is he thought it was me and
decided to strike!
He tightened his grip on the whiskey glass
before gulping it and clenching his jaws, I
looked at Busi who was looking at her
husband frowning. Lucky was begging her
with his eyes.

Busi: Ntlantla, do you realize that I almost

died?

Lucky: We will sort this out-

Busi: To me it looks like this could’ve been

worse! What if we got kidnapped?

Me: That were my thoughts when we on the

run.

Mahle: Mamelani, we will sort this out. We

just happy that both of you are safe.
Me: Please sort it out I hope we won’t go
through something like this ever again.

I gave Busi a side hug and Ezile asked if

me and him could leave and I agreed, he
held my hand as we walked out the
warehouse.

Me: Baby, uqumbile?

Ezile: Can we talk when we get home?

Me: Okay, fine.

He kissed my hand clenching his jaws,

andazi if he is angry at me or ntoni? But he
was so angry shame but he was trying to
compose it, we got to the car and he
opened the door for me I thanked him
getting in and he gave me a peck before
closing the door. He got in his side and we
drove off in silence.

Ezile: Awulambanga baby?

Me: I will order pizza once we get home.

Ezile: I’m angry but not at you, I love you.

I looked at him and he took my hand and

kissed my palm while driving, I gave him a
smile and he focused on the road again.
Why am I calm though? I also should be
angry like Busi because our lives were at
stake, but ndi calm mntaka bawo.
[AT HIS HOUSE.]
We got in and I walked to the kitchen to
grab myself a bottle of wine and glass,
when I went back to the lounge I found him
seated on the two seat couch with a bottle
of whiskey on the table. While a glass full of
whiskey was in his hand, he looked at me
and pat next to him I went and took a seat
next to him. I opened the bottle of wine and
poured myself a glass, before placing the
bottle on the table in fronf of me. I took a sip
from the wine before looking at him.

Me: Baby, uright?

Ezile: I should be asking you that.

Me: Sundibuza ndikubuza, sthandwa sam.

He shook his head and gulped the whiskey
clenching his jaws, he put the whiskey
glass on the table before taking my wine
glass from me and placing it on the table.

Ezile: Baby…

He sighed and held my hands in his looking

at me in the eye.

Ezile: I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you,

this is the second time I almost lost you
Yondi.

Me: I’m fine moc, why are you stressing?

Ezile: Ngoba my enemies went after you,

I’m going to need to put a tracker on you.
Me: Haibo why?

Ezile: Just for safety, I swear something like

this won’t happen again.

I gave him a kiss and he pulled me to sit on

top of him, I pulled out and gave him a
peck.

Me: I trust you. I dated you knowing that

you live a risky life so don’t blame yourself
for this, Guluva wam.

Ezile: Akhonto uyivayo ibuhlungu?

Me: Just a little headache. I’m sorry I

wrecked your car, I will-
Ezile: I don’t care about imoto, I will buy
that again. All I care about is you mna,
ndiyaku thanda Yondi and losing you would
be the death of me.

Me: Nam ndiyaku thanda, I’m sorry I scared

you.

Ezile: Baby you have no idea, my heart

nearly stopped when I heard the car
screeching and Busi scream over the
phone. I became weak when the line went
dead-

Me: Shhhhh…

I kissed him and unbuttoned his shirt

removing it, he stood up with me going to
his room. Once we were in we removed
each others clothes and we fucked, he was
really giving it to me hard and damn I
enjoyed it.

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EZILE FANATHI.
It was around 18:00pm, Yondi was
preparing dinner and I was in my study
thinking about how to sort out le issue ka
Garneth. He really messed up going after
my woman, ndizombulala anye with no
questions asked.

My phone rang and it was Nkosi, I

answered while drinking my whiskey.
Me: Ekse, sjimbo?

Nkosi: Bragadier, get to the warehouse

now!

He dropped after that I knew there probably

was an emergency, or worse. I clenched
my jaws and walked out the study after
grabbing my phone, gun and car keys. I
walked to the kitchen and found the love of
my life still busy preparing dinner, can’t wait
to eat ukutya kwakhe she is a great cook. I
smiled thinking about the sex we had an
hour ago, she really knows how to satisfy a
man in every way. I walked to her and
wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling
her closer to me. She giggled tilting her
head as I gave her neck kisses.

Me: Smells good in here.

Yondi: I know right, just hope you will like
the taste of it as well.

Me: Yayazi njena uyi great cook, ufuze

bani?

Yondi: My father. Wena uzondi phekela

nini?

Me: Soon baby.

I turned her to me and gave her a tongue

kiss, everything I do with her feels so
special. She pulled out holding on to my
biceps then gave me her million dollar
smile, I licked her lips and she pulled my
earlobe giggling.
Me: So baby…

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni, sthandwa sam?

Me: Nkosi called and they are asking me to

go to the warehouse.

Yondi: So why are you still here?

Me: Ngoba ndifuna ugqitha kuwe kuqala, I

can’t leave unannounced.

She gave me a peck and caressed my

cheek, staring at me.

Yondi: Hamba Guluva wam, but in

whatever you guys do just be safe and
cautious ne?
Me: Noted. I love you, Mafungwashe.

Yondi: Same dhiye, same.

Me: Rhaa yandinyela, say you love me too!

She laughed as I tickled the sides of her

stomach, Yondi uyandi qhela tshini.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam, baby. Go ke

the guys are waiting for you.

I smiled kissing her then spanked her ass

before leaving, fuck I love Yondi bethuna. I
got in my car and drove to the
CRAFTSMEN HOUSE in speed, once I was
there I walked inside and found my friends
sitting there.

Me: Majita, sorry for unibambezela.

Mahle: Ekse, how is Mafungwashe?

Me: She is okay. Ngoba?

Nkosi: Hayi marn, isn’t she angry?

Me: Tuu bawo, which really surprised me

too.

Akhona: Asoze, her calmness scares me.

Lucky: Mna ke, ndivinjwe ne kuku ngu Busi

madoda.
We shared a brief laugh, can’t say the
same ke mna ngoba uYondi undishaye nge
bomb sex.

Akhona: So what are we going to do ngo

Garneth?

Me: I’m killing him. What if I lost my woman

kula accident?

Lucky: Jonga after you told me about the

accident phantse uzi chamela!

We laughed yhr no it’s not easy losing

someone you love, my world stopped nam
ealier today when I overhead everything kwi
phone call.
Sive: Lonto bafethu, Mafungwashe is die
hard.

Nkosi: Tshini thiza! She is a survivor that

one, lento eli Fungwashe lethu.

Me: It’s funny how we all met her under bad

circumstances.

Andile: But we are here now, never thought

she would ever forgive us for what we put
her through.

We agreed with him.

Me: So Nkosi, what was so important ude

undi fownele uxhamzela?
Nkosi: I have a job for us all.

Lucky: Haibo, I thought we all agreed on

laying low?

Nkosi: I know but this comes with millions.

Akhona: Mfethu, we have too much money

and indixakile mna andifuni ungatsho.

Mahle: Why ungayi gayi uTeddy enye?

Akhona: Akafuni nondibona ke lowo, eyy

bafethu.

We chuckled and concentrated on Nkosi

again, who gave us a smirk.
Me: Span esinjani esi?

Nkosi: Khona le truck that will be shipping

guns this side, then izovaya ine mali enintsi.

Sive: Hima wait…so you want us to rob le

truck?

Nkosi: Well ewe but andikho sure if

izobakho what time, iphinde ivaye what
time.

Lucky: And how did you know all this

information?

Nkosi: You know I have eyes and ears

everywhere sjimbo. So are we doing this or
not?
Andile: Yhey, I have a bad feeling about all
this but sothini ke? Yhr ndi in.

Me: Yandazi moc mna ndi ready for any

span.

The others agreed too. We sat there and

discussed more about this job, my mind
went back to Garneth. I should deal with
lanja and ndizombulala because he almost
killed, Mafungwashe.

Akhona: Ekse Bragadier, ugrand joe?

Me: Yhr why?

Sive: You just zoned out on us.

Me: Hayi bafethu ndi grand.

I chilled with the gents for 30 minutes and

drove back home, when I got home I found
Yondi watching tv and drinking juice.

Me: Baby wam, aww stimela sam.

She giggled looking at me as I bend down

to kiss her, I sat next to her and gave her a
hug.

Yondi: Baby, hello again.

Me: And what are we watching?

Yondi: Andazi this it’s some movie I
stumbled across while changing channels,
it seems interesting.

Me: Do you know what’s more interesting?

Yondi: What?

Me: Having you in my arms, sthandwa se

ntliziyo yam.

I tickled her neck and she laughed making

me laugh too, we fooled around for
sometime and she went to dish up dinner.
Once she was done dishing up she called
me to come and eat, I first washed my
hands before I stood with her by the dinning
table.
Me: Look at me drooling, can’t wait to stuff
myself.

Yondi: Worse ndilambile nam ke wethu, but

I couldn’t eat ungekho.

Me: Haibo baby, why?

Yondi: I made this dinner for me and you,

so ndifuna siyitye soyi two.

Me: Uxolo for keeping you hungry.

Yondi: It’s okay.

Me: You know amajita are scared ke sana?

Yondi: Of what?
Me: Your calmness after what happened to
you and Busi, today ealier.

She chuckled sitting down, I pulled my chair

and sat next to her. I took one of her legs
and put them on my lap, caressing her leg.

Yondi: So bona bakholwa undibona ndili

geza?

Me: Inoba. Why are you so calm about

this?

Yondi: I’m just greatful for being alive,

Bragadier.
Me: Yobana ke baby, soxabana. What did I
say about calling me “Bragadier”?

She giggled pulling my lower lip with her

fingers.

Yondi: Uxolo ke.

Me: Mxaaa, ndiqumbile mna shame

andifuni ungatsho.

Yondi: Zoqumba phinde unyibilike apha

kum, Guluva wam.

Me: So awuzondi cenga?

Yondi: Nope.
Me: Mxm, uright baby shame.

She giggled while I sulked eating my food, I

closed my eyes enjoying the taste in my
mouth. She chuckled and ate her’s too, I
kept caressing her inner thigh with my free
hand as we ate and she didn’t mind me. I
just love this woman marn, I can’t get
enough of her.

Yondi: So asizo ncokola, sizojamelana

ngathi sizi nkomo?

I looked at her holding my laughter, yadika

Yondi kanjani. I swallowed and took a sip
from my juice, she looked at me smiling.

Me: Ndicela uqumba in peace sisi, please

ne.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 87.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I was busy changing my daughter’s diaper,
she kept kicking her legs and it was tiring.

Me: Iphe, ha.ana marn.

She ignored me and continued with what

she was doing, I finally dressed her up and
picked her up kissing her lips. My doorbell
rang and I sighed wondering who might that
be this time of the morning, I mean ngu
08:00am. I walked to open the door holding
my daughter in my arms, I opened and
there stood abazali baka Lukholo.

Me: Molweni.
Them: Hello, Liyema.

Taka Luks: Singangena?

Me: Ohh yhr, sorry ngenani.

They walked in and I offered them

something to drink but they turned it down,
we sat on the couches.

Maka Luks: Lilly we won’t be staying for

long wethu, ndi sure you heard about the
tragic death of Sihle.

Me: Ohh ewe ma, not to make things worse

but that is karma for killing a innocent child.
Taka Luks: We came here to tell you the
funeral will be tomorrow.

Me: Okay, where is the venue?

He told me the venue while Lukholo’s

mother remained the sitting silently, I felt
sorry for her but not sorry for the death of
her son.

Me: Why are you guys burying him so

quick?

Maka Luks: We had to because umzimba

wakhe is horribly damaged, my son didn’t
deserve that kind of death. Sihle ebelungile.

She sobbed and her husband hugged her, I

frowned looking at Lukholo’s father who
shrugged at me. They stayed for a while
and left after sometime, tshini thiza other
women can be selfish. Maka Lukholo is
ignoring the fact that Sihle put Yondi
through the worst, uthi Sihle wakhe
ebelungile? Rhaaaa!
·
·
It’s around 11:00am, my daughter was
sleeping peacefully and that gave me a
chance to take a shower. I took a shower,
after shower I prepared myself for the meet
up I will have with my friends around
13:00pm in the afternoon for lunch. The
door to my room opened, I swallowed as
his scent filled the room.

Dayimani: Mamakhe, hey.

Me: Hey. Unjani?

Dayimani: I’m okay, I needed to get away

from home njee. I can’t stand relatives I
want this funeral to be over and done with.

Me: You don’t look a ounce hurt about your

brother’s death.

He sighed and sat on the bed, pulling to

stand in front of him.

Dayimani: I was hurt, but after my father

told me what Sihle did to Yondi. I think he
deserved such death.

Me: Look at me…

He looked at me and smiled, his brown
eyes sparkling like always.

Me: Yayazi moc if you ever feel like talking

I’m always here?

Dayimani: I know. Liyema, tell me why are

we keeping us a secret?

Me: Because I don’t want people to insult

me for jumping from brother to brother.

Dayimani: Why uzoxabisa abantu?

Me: Besides that andifuni ukuxabanisa with

your brother. Yamazi Lukholo still believes
there is a chance between me and him.
Dayimani: Well unfortunately for you ke, my
father knows about me and you.

Me: What?

I moved away from him and he stood up

coming to me, he wrapped his arms around
my waist pulling me to him.

Dayimani: Taima lam, is my walking diary. I

want to love you freely Liyema, not secretly.

Me: Dayimani-

He kissed me picking me up and placing

me on the bed, he undid my robe and went
down on me. I moaned as he muffed me,
praying that my daughter doesn’t wake up
and disturb us. I pushed his head deeper as
he kept eating me up.

Me: Mmmm…fuck!

I was enjoying this because it was the first

time he went down on me, my legs started
to shake and I squirt. He rubbed on my clit
as I squirt, once I was done he went back to
eating me up.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was with my friends at Steers restaurant,
Yondi had my daughter in her arms as
always. Mpumi was also clinging onto
Yondi, she likes clinging to Yondi and she
doesn’t care where we are.
Yondi: So ladies, I will be gone for a few
days with indoda yam.

Siyakha: Ohh wow, going on a vacation?

Yondi: Yeap, more of a retreat.

Teddy: Ohh please ke, take as many

pictures and shoot content for us.

We shared a laugh as he said that in

excitement, we kept talking while waiting for
our order. I tried taking Iphemna from
Yondi, but she didn’t want to be taken from
her.

Busi: Hayi Liyema, why does your daughter

abandon you always kukho uYondi?
Me: Yhuu wena, they are that close.

Siyakha: Lonto funeke simbambe before

Yondi does, ngoba once she is in Yondi’s
hands she doesn’t want anyone else.

Teddy: Ndayi qhela kemna, yhuu andizobe

ndizenzela intliziyo ebuhlungu.

We laughed and our orders came, we dug

in our food and ate chatting. I felt sorry for
my friend ngoba she was eating with my
baby in her arms, but she seemed
unborthered. She loves babies very much,
babies love her too and ndi sure she was
going to be a good mother to her child but
Sihle ruined it. We got done eating and
ordered something to drink, I cleared my
throat and they looked at me.

Me: Uhm…not to somber the mood, but I

got a visit from Lukholo’s parents today.

Busi: And??

Me: They told me that tomorrow it is Sihle’s

funeral…

Teddy: Good uncede wafa, he deserves

more than death. He shouldn’t find peace
kwi afterlife…

Mpumi: So Liyema, are you going to the

funeral?
Me: Nope, not a chance. I won’t attend a
funeral of indoda who caused so much pain
to my friend.

We looked at Yondi, she chuckled playing

with my daughters fingers. She looked up to
us.

Yondi: I will be attending the funeral, where

will it be?

Us: What?!

Yondi: What? I want to stand in front of his

family, friends and business partners and
tell them the kind of monster Sihle was.
While everyone else will talk good about
him, mna ndizo thetha inyani zodwa ngoba
he wasn’t a good person tuu.
Mpumi: I will be attending this funeral with
you.

Yondi: You don’t have to-

Mpumi: Yondi, please you won’t stop me. I

will be driving you to the venue.

Teddy: I won’t be attending that devil’s

funeral ke mna, I will be besides you
ngomoya Yondz.

Siyakha: Futhi why is he being buried so

quick?

Me: Apparently his body was way beyond

damage, they found bullet holes on it.
Some of his skin was peeled off and he had
missing features on his face.

Busi: Tjoooo, look at God. He dealt with him

so quick…

Yondi was so quiet, busy smiling and

playing with my daughter who was smiling
at her too. We all looked at her but she
ignored us.

Yondi: Why are you guys awkward?

Ndiright kanti mna, keep talking I don’t
mind. As long as lanja died, ndi very
pleased shame, ndi danko.

Yhr ne? She really looked unborthered

about all lento, the fact that she will be
attending this funeral made me want to
attend it just to see the havoc she will
cause. I can’t wait sarna, Yondi xa eseye
phambene ubali geza loku qhala.

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××××××
YONDI MNDINI.
The moment I heard that the funeral is
tomorrow, my heart did flapjacks because
of happiness. I already knew what dress I’m
going to wear, meaning I have to drive to
my house first before going back to
Bragadier’s house. We were walking to
where we parked I was riding with Teddy,
Busi wanted us to keep the fact that we
almost died yesterday a secret but I was
going to tell Teddy anyway.

Me: Mntase, please take me to my house

first.
Teddy: Haibo why? Do you want Bragadier
to kill me?

Me: He won’t khona something I want to get

there.

Teddy: Tjoo hhee. Tell me how it is uhlala

nendoda?

I couldn’t help but smile, Teddy chuckled

looking at me smile like a fool.

Me: Teddy yhooo! Akumnandi how I wish I

could live with him forever, but then
umhlalisano comes with consequences
sometimes.
Teddy: Ndiyabona you even glowing.

Me: I know right. Yheee ntombi, ndine

ndaba ezi shushu kanjani!

Teddy: Zithini?

Me: Mamela mfazi…

I narrated to him what happened yesterday,

oko ekhuza sarna upeto wam.

Teddy: Yondi uyabona why I said you are

God’s favourite child?

Me: And ke! Jonga when that car rolled on

the side of the road, I saw my life flash
before my eyes.
Teddy: I’m happy you are safe. But who do
you think the car was after you belonged
to?

Me: Andiyazi, Busi is really traumatized

shame. I’m worried about her…

Teddy: Uzoba right wethu. So tell me, are

you 100% sure about going to Sihle’s
funeral?

Me: Yes I am, I want to say what I have to

say and leave.

Teddy: How I wish to see you in action, but

andizoya kwi funeral ye gqwirha le ndoda
mna. I would literally drag him out la coffin
yakhe!
I laughed at how serious he was saying
that, I have no doubt he will do that. Once
you are hated by Teddy, expect anything
that will go South for you.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
I stood by the door looking at my clean
floor, exactly where I laid when I was shot
by Sihle. I snapped back at it when Teddy
held my shoulder…

Teddy: Baby, uright?

Me: Yeah. Who had people clean here?

Teddy: I did mntase, I cleaned your blood

myself. Abantu bangcolile sarna unga
thakathwa nange gazi lakho, so I used the
spare keys you once gave me to come here
and clean the day everything happened.

I looked at him smiling then gave him a hug

crying, he sniffed hugging me back.

Me: Thank you for being my shoulder to cry

on, in fact you are literally my everything.
You my family Teddy, thank you evha?

Teddy: You know I got you, the same way

you got me.

Me: I love you, chomi yam.

Teddy: I love you way more.

We pulled out the hug and walked futher in
the house, I felt my stomach twisting when
we walked past that spot. We went to my
room and Teddy helped me choose a dress
to wear at the funeral tomorrow, while
everyone will be crying mna I will be
celebrating. Plus I miss my father, he has
been texting and calling me every chance
he gets but that was not enough. I miss
being in his presence, but Ta Spizozo uye
eDubai with sis Babsie for a baecation.
SBWL!

Teddy: So how much havoc are you going

to cause kule funeral?

Me: Not much. I will just say my piece and

leave, one thing for sure I will be trending
for crashing Sihle’s funeral but ndi ready for
everything. I will even go as far as
organizing a press conference if needed to
address the issue, better yet I will leave it
just like that wethu bathethe izitory zabo.

Teddy: Maybe you won’t trend wethu, they

wouldn’t want the whole world to know the
psycho their son was.

Me: Yhr whatever. So you said I should

wear this dress ne?

Teddy: Yeap, yazi you have too many

beautiful clothes.

Me: I have this designer shorts and blazer,

check in the closet I’m sure ingaku lingana
wena.
Teddy: Yabona ke! You know what, ndizoyi
linganisa ngoku norgals.

I giggled as he went through my closet, he

found the outfit and he fit it. It looked good
on him and he thanked me, I never wore
the outfit because I had no occasion to
wear it to. I looked at the dress I will wear at
the funeral, it was a Turtleneck Split Thigh
Dress, black in colour. Nothing much just a
simple ngoba I won’t be staying long in that
funeral, futhi andiyanga kwi fashion parade
phaya. 45 minutes later, Teddy dropped me
at Bragadier’s house and his friends were
here.

Me: Awufuni ungena Teddy? Just to

greet…
Teddy: Yhuuu ncuus chomi, yayazi kaloku
ndibaleka uAkhona.

Me: Uzombaleka kude kuthini?

Teddy: Andiyazi. Weirdly I miss his dick,

wanditya kamnandi la mfana!

I laughed looking at Teddy, I stayed in the

car with him for a while and spoke to him.
Then 30 minutes later I went in the house
as he drove off, I found Bragadier and his
friends chilling and laughing.

Me: Molweni, bo bhutiza!

Them: HEY MAFUNGWASHE!

Sive: Someone is in a good mood.

Me: I mean all is well, so ndizothini ungabi

kwi good mood.

Ezile blew me a kiss and I smiled looking

away, the guys chuckled at our little
moment.

Me: So, ngomso I’m going to a funeral.

Akhona: Funeral? Who’s funeral are you

going to?

Me: Funeral ka Sihle, it’s tomorrow.

Ezile: Baby, do you want me to accompany

you?
Me: No I’m good. Mpumi is already going to
chauffeur me around, plus you being there
tomorrow will rise suspicions about the
death of Sihle. I don’t want cops after you
guys…

Nkosi: Le nja ingcwatywa quick ne?

His friends agreed, I chuckled looking at

them in disbelief.

Me: What do you think? Andithi abanye

abantu decided to peel his skin of and
dismantle some of his face features, yhuu
ni evil nina!

They laughed as I left them there going to

the room, I’m just wondering how do they
do such things and not get nightmares? I
neatly put the dress I will wear tomorrow in
the closet, I miss my phone but then it got
damaged in the scene of accident we had
izolo. It was handed to me when we were
discharged at the hospital izolo, ndi glad
that I backed up my things.

Ezile’s phone rang, why did he leave his

phone here? I debated with my head if I
should answer it or not. I took it and
answered it anyways…it was a private
number.

Me: Hello?

Voice: Hello, ndicela uringa noBragadier?

Me: Ndicela ubambe kancinci bhuti, while I
take his phone to him.

Voice: Hima sisi, please ndidlulisele

lomyalezo. I don’t have much time…

I listened to this guy talk over the phone, I

don’t know why my heart was suddenly
racing.

Me: Thetha ndi mamele?

Voice: Tell Bragadier and his friends to not

hijack the truck that will be shipping guns
this side, it’s a trap.

Me: Hima andiva, uthi yi trap yantoni? Who

are you khona?
Voice: I’m just a guy who is trying to help
them out. Just tell them that please, they
shouldn’t do any jobs in the next coming
two weeks!

He end the call and I removed the phone

from my ear looking at it. So Ezile and his
friends were going to hijack a truck? I left
the room going to where they are.

Me: What are you guys planning to do?

They looked at me confused and I shook

my head chuckling.

Andile: Mafungwashe, we confused…

Me: A guy just called nge private number.
Uthi I should tell you guys that you
shouldn’t hijack the truck that will be
shipping guns this side.

Nkosi: Wait…how did you know about-

Me: Ndithe a guy called!

I closed my eyes and exhaled, I gave Ezile

his phone and looked at these fools.

Me: Kuthiwa le job yenu nifuna uyenza is a

trap, you shouldn’t do any jobs for the next
two weeks.

Ezile: Baby, who did this guy say he is?

Me: He didn’t tell me his name, he just said
I should pass the message.

Lucky: Eisshh, yabona ke le weii.

Mahle: Enkosi Mafungwashe for telling us.

Me: If you guys are smart enough, you will

listen to this guy. I care about you guys so
much, I know I never showed it but I do.
The last thing I would want is grief for you
too, ndicela nimamele for once ke please.

I left them there to make dinner, can’t

believe they almost fell into some useless
trap. Don’t they plan their “jobs” before
doing them, tjoo aba sarna hayisuka!

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I walk downstairs all fresh and ready for this
funeral, Ezile was busy on his laptop typing
as soon as he saw me he smiled and I
smiled too.

Ezile: Baby wam.

Me: Hey love, unjani?

Ezile: I’m good wena? Awumhle marn,

wazixelela uzoveza thanga.

Me: I’m okay, enkosi.

I gave him a kiss and he deepened the kiss,

we pulled out seconds later and I looked at
his laptop screen.
Me: What are you up to?

Ezile: Confirming our bookings for our

romantic retreat.

Me: When are we leaving kanene?

Ezile: Wednesday baby, futhi I won’t tell

you siayphi uzobana ngoko.

I giggled and he gave me a hug sniffing my

neck, he gave me neck kisses and sucked
on it. I smiled letting him be…

Ezile: Do you have to go?

Me: Ewe, please don’t try to manipulate me

in staying.
Ezile: I won’t qha ndizoku khumbula mna.

Me: It will just be a few hours, suyibhaxa.

He looked at me and we kissed, I heard a

car hoot outside and I figured that was
Mpumi. I pulled out and Ezile looked at me
with begging eyes…

Me: Ezile, I have to go marni.

Ezile: I love you ne? Just call me when you

need anything…

Me: Uhlekisa ngam andina phone

remember?
Ezile: Okay ke, tell Mpumi to call Sive and
then Sive will call me ke.

Me: Okay, bye. Ndiyaku thanda Guluva

wam.

Ezile: Ndiku thanda nam baby, mcwaa for

ama last?

I gave him two pecks and he spanked my

ass as I turned and hurried to the door, I
walked out the house and went straight to
Mpumi’s car and she gave me a hug as I
settled in.

Mpumi: Baby, you look good!

Me: Thank you, umhle nawe. Thanks for

accompanying me…
Mpumi: I got you, babe. So ndine stuff apha
some Gin, just to kick start your energy.

She gave me a Tanqueray Blackcurrent

Royale bottle and a glass, I thanked her
and opened it pouring the glass and gulping
it down my throat.

Me: You look already tipsy.

Mpumi: Injalo dear, it is happy hours

somewhere in the world.

Me: And awuxoki futhi.

Mpumi: So it’s Saturday today, siyani phi

bethuna?
She started the ignition and drove away
while we spoke, we arrived at the venue of
the funeral and we stepped out the car. I
saw Liyema walking to us from a distance. I
also noticed Lukholo coming to where we
stood, he was limping and he looked hella
furious. Some of the people were walking in
church and some taking pictures, I rolled
my eyes looking at Lukholo through my
sunglasses.

Lukholo: What the hell are you doing here?!

Me: Hello Lukholo, uright?

Lukholo: Ndibuzile what the hell are you

doing here? You not welcomed!
Liyema: She is with me.

She came and stood with us, we hugged

while Lukholo stood there angry. I was nice
and tipsy and andina xesha le drama yakhe
tuu.

Mpumi: Are we going to stand here or walk

into church?

Lukholo: I want you 3 to leave this instant,

especially wena Yondi you the reason my
brother is dead.

Me: Mna? Haibo, njani sarna?

I asked smiling he gripped my arm, Mpumi

showed him a gun that was in her handbag.
Mpumi: Yhey, yhey…uyamtya lo?

He looked at the gun in the handbag and

then swallowed letting go of my arm, he
chuckled and turned on his shoe leaving.

Liyema: Iyaphi gun Nompumelelo?

Mpumi: Just for control in case abantu

basokolise pha nga phakathi. Yondi has to
speak, ndifuna akuphe lento iphakathi kuye
yonke.

Me: Let’s go bethuna, I want to hear abantu

when they paint Sihle as a good person.
My prayers were that we don’t bump into
Amyoli, ngoba if we do then she will just
mess yonke lento up. We walked in the
church and settle down on the chairs, the
service went on and people really spoke
only good things about Sihle. When his
colleagues were given the chance to speak,
I stood up and sang the “Thixo Ulilanga
lethu” hymn modeling to where people
stood and spoke, people sang along with
me and Lukholo tried stopping me from
going to the mic but I yanked him off me.

I still had my sunglasses on, I looked at

Sihle’s parents along side of their other
relatives. His parents looked very distraught
shame, they don’t deserve none of this but
nam noGuluva went through the same
because of their son. I stopped the song
and looked at the coffin not far from me,
then chuckled.
Me: Molweni, I won’t bother introducing
myself and how I know Sihle but ndiqonde
uba mandijule amazwi ambalwa nam about
him.

I shook my head chuckling bitterly as

everyone looked at me curiously.

Me: Sihle…uSihle, he was not a good

person like some of you are saying.

Some people gasped and whispered

amongst each other.

Me: Hayi bethuna, I won’t lie endlini ka

Thixo shame. I know funerals is about
dignity and morals but Sihle deserves none
of that, in my perspective.
Lukholo: Yondi, what the hell do you think
you doing?!

Me: Hayi, hayi. Uzothini uzondibetha? Don’t

make me embarrass you wena nantsika.

His father stood up and pulled him to sit

back, I looked at Sihle’s mother and father.

Me: Bazali bakhe, I’m sorry for ruining this

day for you I know you wanted to give your
son a peaceful send off. I’m sorry that you
going through the pain you going through,
you don’t deserve it. I know the pain of
losing a child, it feels like your soul was
snatched from you…
I sniffed and looked at the portrait of Sihle
smiling above his coffin.

Me: I know that pain because your son put

me through the same pain, few days ago.
He shot me esuswini with intentions of
killing my unborn baby because of the
stupid obsession he had for me and he did.
I will never forgive uSihle, I wish he rots in
hell because that is where he belongs.

I looked up taking a deep breath as I felt the

tears in the tips of my eyes, Dayimani stood
up and came to stand next to me giving me
a hug.

Me: Ndithi uSihle sarna wathi “I have to get

of that baby you carrying”. I begged him to
spare my baby, but no he went on and fired
2 shots straight in my stomach. Doctor’s
confirmed that if it wasn’t for my baby, I
would’ve been dead nam.

I shook my head as Dayimani kept brushing

my back, Sihle’s mother was now crying
and his father was looking down comforting
his wife.

Me: I won’t say “Rest In Peace”, ngoba I

want him to suffer nakwi afterlife. It’s funny
how everyone here called him a “good guy”,
what good guy kills a innocent soul? Or
maybe was that “good guy” to you all but to
me, he was a slefish monster who took
away from me. May his soul be restless,
may he not find peace but I’m praying his
parents get that peace. Yena uSihle Twala
can burn in hell for all I care, sharp ke
bazalwane.
Dayimani held my hand and walked with
me, sobs started to be heard around the
church and someone sang a song just to
get rid of the intensifying mood. Before I
could walk out the church someone held my
hand, I turned only to be met by Sihle’s
mother with eyes full of tears. She pulled
me into a hug and sobbed painfully, she
kept apologizing for something she didn’t
do but was done by her dead son. I couldn’t
help but cry with her, Dayimani hugged us
and I couldn’t control my sobs. The painful
cries of this old woman really did something
to me, I feel bad for putting her in such
position but I don’t regret killing Sihle at all.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda uyevha?

Me: Ndiyaku thandaTHE JOURNALIST.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I was with my friends at my house, we were
busy discussing about our illegal dealings.

Nkosi: Yazi I feel like kak, I almost put us

through shit!

Me: Pholas sarni, let’s be greatful that we

got a warning.

Akhona: What happened? Like what

distracted us ngoba we usually investigate
our missions before doing them.

Sive: I think yilento ka Garneth, khona

when are we dealing with him?
Lucky: Tonight bafethu, my wife is still
traumatized.

Andile: Yhr ne. Mafungwashe was smart

enough to think even though they almost
got killed.

Me: Ndine sthandwa esi clever nje ngam

mayicace!

Mahle: Ayiseyo mincili mnqundu wakho!

We burst out laughing and just then Yondi

came in looking drained, I stood up and
walked to her. She was crying and I knew
that something happened, I pulled her in a
hug and she sobbed.
Ezile: It’s okay baby, it’s okay.

As we stood the hugging my friends joined

in and we gave her a group hug, this is why
I didn’t want her to go to this funeral. She
calmed down after a while, we gave her
space and she slowly walked towards the
couches and sat down and we joined her. I
watched Nkosi take off her heels while I
held her hand. She sighed and thanked
Akhona as he gave her a bottle of water,
she drank the water and sighed.

Mahle: What happened Mafungwashe?

Talk to us…

Yondi: A lot happened. Seeing umama ka

Sihle cry in my arms just did something to
me, I don’t regret killing Sihle though.
She told us what happened at the funeral
and I gave her a hug, the guys and I looked
at each other.

Yondi: Aren’t you guys hungry? I can make

you something quick to eat.

Me: You need to rest baby, you look tired.

Yondi: I will. Ndizo nenzela umpokoqo, is

that fine?

We gave her a nod and she stood up taking

her heels then left to the kitchen, I chuckled
feeling hurt. I hate seeing her cry it hurts
me…
Me: I shouldn’t have let her go to that
funeral, look at her now.

Sive: I’m sure Mpumi is also worried, since

she has been with her there.

Lucky: As long as Sihle is dead all is well.

Akhona: Plus it will take time for both of you

and Yondi to heal.

Me: Lento sizoya kule romantic retreat, I

want her to forget about things.

Nkosi: Heyake Romeo, usuhamba ama

romantic retreat nawe?

We shared a brief laugh.

Me: Mayicace dyan catched feelings, ndi
deep kule love. In fact I’m drowning
kamnandi.

Andile: Who would’ve thought, Thee

Bragadier abe in love?!

Me: Andithi Yondi undishaye ngenye love

voodoo e’strong.

We kept talking and laughing ke, once

umpokoqo was ready Yondi came with it
and dished up for us. Ohyini umntu wam,
she looked drained but she is making sure
that we’ve eaten. We thanked her and she
joined us with her dish, we all ate and kept
conversations with her just to lighten the
mood.
Yondi: You guys have any plans for today?

Lucky: We were going to have a all night

chillas here.

Me: Hayi kutsho bani? What if mna ndifuna

uhlala nobaby the whole night?

Yondi: I’m going out with my friends njena,

we going to the club.

Nkosi: Plus Ezile, yeka utefa sarni. You will

have Yondi all to yourself kule romantic
retreat yenu.

The others agreed yaxoka ezi they just

want to drink apha kwam, Yondi looked at
me smiling I couldn’t help but smile too I
love her nyani. I will choose her over
anyone or anything in this world, ndizofela
apho afa khona.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I was busy preparing myself for the club,
when I got a text from Akhona.

Text: I miss you, can I see you tonight?

My reply: I can’t tonight, I’m going out with

my friends.

Text: Sharp ke.

I logged out of WhatsApp and continued
with my facebeat, Akhona has been trying
to talk to me ever since the day we fucked
but I always avoid him. 30 minutes later, I
was done and I looked good in my little
dress. I once said ndiyila gay inxiba ilokhwe
because I’m very proud about my
sexuality…
·
·
At the club I was on the dance floor with
Mpumi and Yondi, we were dancing and
singing to that song “Rihanna-Cheers(drink
to that)”, we were obviously with other
people singing and raising our glassses.
Yondi was so drunk, I’ve never seen her
this drunk yhuu yacaca uzozo thathwa by
her man xasigoduka.
Once the song was done we went back to
others.

Yondi: Andinxile, haibo, haibo!

Mpumi: Ndidinga njee okwe sende le ndoda

yam ngoku!

We burst out laughing enjoyed our night,

just us friends bethuna. Siyakha even
blacked out so we had to call Mahle, to
come fetch her. Mahle seemed drunk too
and Bragadier was here too, he looked at
Yondi who was talking with Mpumi non-
stop.

Bragadier: Teddy, nimenze ntoni umntu

wam?
Me: Haibo, unxilile tshini. I’m surprised that
you of all people is talking to me!

Bragadier: Don’t get used to it, uzogoduka

ngantoni?

Me: Nge moto yam, I came with it.

Bragadier: No you will ride with me and

Yondi, you will fetch your car ngomso apha.

Me: Aww sbari, yabona wena!

He chuckled and went over to Yondi, you

should’ve seen how he scoop her to his
shoulder. I followed behind them after
bidding my goodbyes to the rest of our
friends, I got in the backseat of Bragadier’s
car while he helped Yondi settle in front.
Yondi: Guluva please ke, no speeding
ndiyaku cela.

Bragadier: Baby ndizoyi qhuba le kari the

way I want, usele ntoni unxile kanje?

Yondi: Sperm sakho mntuwam.

I found myself bursting into laughter,

Bragadier chuckled and closed the door
going to the drivers seat.

Yondi: Teddy chomi, you are not going to

enjoy this ride shame. Trust me xanditsho,
ingathi ngowu fasa safety belt ngoba
Bragadier uqhuba isimba xa ethanda.
Me: Haibo, sutyola omnye.

Yondi: Hhee uzozibonela, you will see with

your own 2 eyes.

I laughed as we waited for Ezile, who was

still talking to Mahle outside. They did their
signature handshake and Bragadier got in,
he looked at Yondi.

Bragadier: Awuzondi phuza nyani baby?

Yondi: Hima torgo, ndinxile kamnandi. I fear

that if I kiss you lo kiss izomnka nalo mfutho
ndinawo.

Bragadier: Yhee marn, nisele ntoni

Thokoza? Ewe I’m drunk nam, but not
elihlobo lenu.
Me: We drank everything wethu, sonke stuff
besikhona.

Yondi: Sayi khumbuli noise yase clubini,

qhaa kukho lo bhuti ufuna undizuma.

I laughed and Bragadier chuckled, no sarna

she is really drunk le ntombi. Bragadier
started his car ignition and drove off, he
was really speeding apha endleleni sarna
rhaa!

Me: Yondi, niya risk.a shame. How are you

used to this kind of driving?

Yondi: Mntase, I’m not used to it at all.

Ezile, qhuba kakuhle you scaring Teddy
marn.
Bragadier: Teddy, uyoyika?

Me: No marn, andoyiki marn.

Yondi clapped once and Bragadier

chuckled, I quickly wore a safety belt and
watched them argue back and forth about
the car speeding.

Yondi: Okay baby, at least nxiba safety belt

ke? Just for safety…

Bragadier: You know I don’t like that, sisi

kawundiyeke. Stop judging my driving tuu,
ndiyaku thanda evha?

Yondi: Mxm, ndiyaku thanda nam.

She said that looking out the window, why
are they so cute though? Bragadier
chuckled and played some music, he
played “Ami Faku-Abalele” and Yondi kept
singing for her man, holding his hand as he
drove.

Bragadier: I’m sorry my baby, ndicelu xolo.

Yondi: Ndikuxolele mababy, you didn’t

mean it.

Me: NDISAKU THANDA MNAAAA!!!

They laughed as I joined their singing,

welele it’s nice riding in a car with these two
moc. I’m so happy that my friend is happy,
she deserves this ngoba she has been
through a lot. And Bragadier really loves
her, you can see by the way he looks at
her.

Me: Yhee Bragadier, uAkhona uphi?

Bragadier: Upha kwesam. Theni ufuna

yena?

Me: No, bendibuza njee.

Bragadier: Ohh okay. Baby kawuthi phone

yam.

Yondi gave him the phone, he pressed it for

a while and it rang once. The person picked
up on the second ring, the phone was
connected to the car so obviously I could
hear.
[PHONECALL.]
Bragadier: Ekse, mfethu…

Akhona: Sho, sjimbo whuzet?

Bragadier: Ndiphethe uTeddy apha, unxile

umanzi uyalila uthi he wants you.

Yondi laughed and I looked at Bragadier in

disbelief, haibo uxokelani lo?

Akhona: Iza naye kaloku.

Me: Hayi andizi, Ezile take me to my house.

Bragadier: Ndizoza naye njayam, sharp

sokubona ngoku.
He end the call and looked at me through
the review mirror. Tjoo I felt like slapping
this guy, Yondi was laughing. I clicked my
tongue and fold my arms as he drove to his
house, so banxilela kwa Bragadier? I regret
allowing him to give me a lift home, I don’t
want to face Akhona as yet.

Bragadier: Yintoni wena…why ugowisa

umngani wam?

Me: Hayi shame, uyadika yazi.

Bragadier: Phola marn, umjita says you

have been ignoring him. So ke mna as his
friend, ndiyenza what’s good.

Yondi: So ubhekela umgani wakho, baby?

Bragadier: Yabona baby, you understand
me very well.

She giggled turning to the back looking at

me, I sulked looking out the window for the
rest of the ride. While these two kept
singing and having they time, I smiled
looking at Yondi. She looked very happy,
yabonakala uba they are this in love even
behind closed doors. My mind went back to
Akhona and I sighed, hoping this car could
stuck or something.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° nam, baby.

She chuckled at how I blushedTHE

JOURNALIST.
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AKHONA KHALI.
I was still with my friends at Ezile’s house,
we were all drunk and we will sleepover but
since he is bringing Teddy ndizoya naye
kwam.

Sive: Hhee why did Mpumi not call me to

fetch her yena?

Nkosi: Eyy inoba uyatyelwa, bawo!

Sive: Ndinga phambana sarni, anganya

uNompumelelo!

We laughed and Andile was busy braaing

the meat, I know it’s weird that we are busy
braaing at this time of the night. I mean it’s
past 11 at night, but wethu it’s no big deal
marn.

Andile: Tjuu mfethu, amankazana are very

unpredictable.

Me: Exactly! But not onke wethu, khona

lomntana undifunayo bafethu.

Nkosi: Bani lowo?

Me: Andiyazi la medy, but she is all over my

social media platforms njee.

Sive: Block sarni! Those kind of girls zezi

ziba obsessed and they are psychos!
Andile: True that! Don’t even entertain her,
because once you do she will think
uyamfuna and then when she realize uba
awufuni uzo mosha life wakho.

The others agreed and I nod, they are right

I should block lo mntana. Just then we
heard people laughing, it was Yondi and
Bragadier. They came to the pool side
where we were, Yondi looked really drunk.

Nkosi: Hayini! Mafungwashe, why are you

like this?

Yondi: Am I not allowed to get drunk?

Sive: You are. Kawutsho iphi chomi yakho?

Lena ndi thandana nayo…
Yondi: We left her at the club, nithakatha
nenza ntoni bo baby?

We chuckled as she settled next to Nkosi,

she cuddled with him and Bragadier sat
next to me on the chair. He chuckled
looking at me before taking a beer…

Me: Uphi uTeddy?

Ezile: We left him sulking in the car, akafuni

nova.

Andile: Yhee mfethu, what did you do to

omnye?

Me: Nix marn uyaphambana la mntana.

Yondi: Hayi kaloku, don’t say that about
ichomi yam.

Nkosi: Kawusele Savannah le usiyeke

sihlebe in peace.

We chuckled as Yondi closed her eyes

ignoring him, I stood up and fixed my pants
before going to Teddy. I found him sleeping
in the backseat of Bragadier’s car, I shook
him but he didn’t wake up.

Me: Teddy, vuka kuyatsha!

I shook him hard and he jumped up looking

at me, he widened his eyes and I smiled.

Me: Molo ke wethu.

Teddy: Akhona?

Me: It’s me, phuma emotweni siye

kwabanye.

Teddy: Who is here?

Me: Obviously my friends, except Lucky

and Mahle.

He nod and got out of the car, I put my

hand on his lower back as we walked to
where the others were. We found them
laughing and talking, Yondi was now sitting
on Bragadier’s lap.

Nkosi: Aww siya Thokoza!

Teddy: Yabona ke sizoxabana!

We all shared a brief laugh, he hates being

called by his real name. I mean I think
Thokoza is a cool name, andazi why he
would hate his name.

Teddy: Ninjani?

Andile: Sigrand wena?

Teddy: Ndiright, qha ndinxilile marn. What

are you guys drinking here?

Sive told him and I passed him a bottle of

Savannah, he thanked me before sitting
down. I sat where I sat and heard Bragadier
chuckle, I knew what he was thinking.

Nkosi: Tell me Ted, not to be offensive

but…do we refer to you as him/they/she,
zithini ezi wei zenu?

Teddy: You can refer to me as anything, I

don’t care about pronouns.

Me: Yeah Teddy is a proud gay, kudala

ndatsho kuni njena.

Sive: Saxoki, you just trying to shine ngathi

wena swine!

We laughed and sat there talking, Yondi

looked very happy ingathi she wasn’t crying
earlier today. I’m glad she feels better, plus
Bragadier was also in his zone with umntu
wakhe bethu. Awww sjimbo sam si catchile,
I wonder sithungisa nini.
·
·
Around 04:00am in the morning, we left
Yondi and Bragadier alone in the house.
Yondi didn’t want us to leave in this drunk
state, she was worried we might be in
accidents or something so she told us to
text Bragadier as soon as we arrive safely.

In the car…we were driving in silence, by

“we” I meant me and Teddy the road felt
like it was swirling because I’m drunk.

Me: Kawutsho uqumbile?

Teddy: No, can we not go there?

Me: Why not? I want to go there ngoba
andazi what’s your issue with me.

Teddy: There is no issue, Akhona.

Me: Whuzet undi avoid.a ke?

He sighed and looked out the window, I

chuckled and clenched my jaws increasing
the speed of the car. I could see him
looking at me frowning by the corner of my
eye, but I didn’t care.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
We arrived at his house, he parked the car
in the garage and locked it while we were
still inside.

Me: Haibo Akhona, what are you doing?

Akhona: Yhee Teddy…

He switched on the light inside the car and I

looked at him all serious, he looked very
sexy no cap.

Akhona: We not getting in that house

without ironing our issues.

Me: Okay Akhona, you right I have been

avoiding you.
Akhona: Why?

I sighed and looked down to my fingers, he

gently turned my face to look at him.

Akhona: Talk to me, did I do something

wrong? Did I hurt you? Thetha, sthandwa…

Me: You did nothing wrong, it’s me. I’m the

problem, I fear that you might get attached
to me and andikho ready for attachments.

Akhona: Did you hear me talk about

attachments?

I shook my head no, he sighed before

giving me a peck and caressing my cheek.
Akhona: Yabona ngoku, we are both drunk
and it’s useless having serious
conversations sinje. So let’s go sleep, sizo
thetha kakuhle ngomso. Right?

Me: Yeah, okay.

Akhona: Sharp ke, sundoyika marn.

Me: I never said ndiyakoyika tshini.

I blushed and he chuckled as we step out

the car, he locked the car and gave me the
garage door keys. I walked to the door and
opened while he followed behind me, once
we were in he gently pinned me against the
wall and looked at me straight in the eye.
My heart was racing knowing very well
what’s about to go down, I mean you could
see he is horny…

Akhona: Mapha??

Me: Nix mapha-

Before I could finish he gave me a tongue

kiss, I smiled and put my hand in his
sweatpants stroking his dick. He groaned
squeezing my ass, I pulled out the kiss and
he looked at me breathing heavily. I went
down on my knees pulling his pants down
with his boxer brief, his dick sprung out he
grunt as I put his dick in my mouth and
sucked it. After a while he came in my
mouth and I smiled looking at him and
stood up.
I pulled his hand and we walked to his
bedroom, we removed each others clothes
while kissing and he assisted me on
kneeling on the bed. He stroked his dick
before pushing it through my butt hole, I
gasped rolling my eyes as he stretched my
hole. I closed my eyes biting my lower lip as
he gave me deep thrusting groaning, I
moaned and he spanked my ass. He took
his dick out slowly, I felt like crying because
imnandi pipi yakhe.

Akhona: So wena you enjoyed avoiding

me?

Me: No…aaah, Akhona fuck!

He pushed his whole dick in my butt hole in

one go, I grabbed the bed covers moaning
out loud and laid on my stomach. He didn’t
stop fucking me hard and the
JOURNALIST.

INSERT 90.
INATHI MPUNGASE.
I was pacing up and down feeling angry, my
friend Ayola was trying to calm me down.

Me: Ayola shut up, just shut up!

Ayola: Haibo don’t you dare, tshini yintoni

ngoku?

Me: Stop trying to calm me down, I’m trying

to think apha okay.
Ayola: You always think ukunya, I told you
to not sleep with a married man uzoku
shiya for umfazi wakhe. Jonga ngoku…

Me: I know that Mpendulo loves me, he just

needs some motivation or a kick start to
show his love for me.

She clapped once and sat back on the

couch drinking from the glass of wine, I
sighed and sat down not knowing what to
do.

Ayola: Tell me, what happened?

Me: My cousin, Imkhitha ruined things for

me. She went and told Mpendulo and his
stupid wife that the baby is not Mpendulo’s!
Ayola: Why are you stressing when you
know damn well lomntana ngoka Mpendulo,
andithi you can do DNA tests once you give
birth.

Me: That’s the thing…

I sighed and looked at her, she raised her

eyebrows waiting for me to talk.

Me: The baby is not Mpendulo’s-

Ayola: Wait…what?

Me: I thought maybe if I pin this pregnancy

on him, he would leave his wife for me.
Ayola: Uphambene! Who is the father of
this baby?

Me: Imkhitha’s brother…

Ayola: You mean Siyanda?! He is your

damn cousin! Hayi sis what were you
thinking sleeping with your cousin? Awuna
self love sarna.

I looked at her frowning, she looked at me

with a straight face.

Me: Are you judging me?

Ayola: Yes I am, I won’t sit here and act like

what you did was right.
Me: You won’t understand, Mpendulo and I
are meant to be.

Ayola: Yet he chose his wife over you?

Me: I know what I will do-

Ayola: What you should do is concentrate

on your baby and finding a job while-

Me: I’m pregnant! Who would hire a

pregnant woman?

Ayola: Ingxaki yakho you lazy, you want

everything to be given to you on a silver
platter.
Me: It doesn’t matter anymore, I think I
know how to make Mpendulo love me.

I smiled looking at her, she frowned sitting

up straight.

Me: Khona lo mama who is a witch, she

can give me something to make Mpendulo
love me alone.

Ayola: Why ungcolile? Why are you trying

to ruin umtshato wabantu?

Me: I’m not ruining any marriage, Mpendulo

yi soulmate yam.

Ayola: I won’t let you ruin someone’s

marriage!
Me: Be a good friend and support me! We
just need to meet with lo mama today later,
ndizo book.a appointment.

Ayola: Askies, I won’t be part of yonke

lento.

I looked at her stand up and grab her

things, she wear only designer clothes. I
mean she is married to a rich man, uyi
housewife so that’s why.

Me: Where are you going?

Ayola: Away from you, andisoze ndi

tshomane ne gwirha! Next thing I know you
will bewitch me because who knows, you
might envy my life.
Me: Ohh please, I don’t have time to envy
your life! Plus umnyeni wakho mbi, akayo
type.

Ayola: Ebengazoba yi type yakbo vele, but

mine! This friendship is over shame Inathi,
I’m done with you.

She walked out the house and I rolled my

eyes not caring, she thinks I will beg her? I
can find better friends than her, but for now
my biggest priority is making Mpendulo
Lugalo mine.
·
·
I parked my car in front of this house, it
looked very big and I thought witches have
huts and I don’t see that apha. I step out of
my car and pulled down my knee length
skirt as a woman walked to me, she was
wearing a long floral dress with heels.

Woman: Hello, can I help you?

Me: Uhmm yes, I’m looking for

uMangwanya.

Woman: Ujonge kuye, ufuna ntoni?

I swallowed feeling tongue tied all of the

sudden, she chuckled and called out to
someone. A lady came to us in a hurry, she
bowed her head down standing opposite
Mangwanya.

Lady: Mama, you called.

Mangwanya: Tell the others to drop
whatever they are doing, we have a new
client.

She gave me a hug smile, I cleared my

throat and the lady left going to the other
direction. Mangwanya stepped closer to
me, my heart raced as she smiled touching
my cheek.

Mangwanya: Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite I’m

just a witch who enjoys doing dark magic,
but it comes with a price.

Me: What kind of price?

Mangwanya: You will find out mntanam,
just relax umntu ongena kwi ndawo yam
yosebenza funeke abene confidence.

I exhaled and she looked at me smiling, I

smiled too nodding my head. She looked at
my small baby bump and touched it before
looking at me again.

Mangwanya: You pregnant?

Me: I am Ma, I’m only on four months now.

Mangwanya: Wow…uphi tata womntana?

Me: Ukhona, but he is family.

Mangwanya: Meaning you don’t want this
baby?

Me: No I do, this baby is my ticket to the

lavish life.

She raised her eyebrow and nod with a side

smile, she removed her hand from my belly.
A different lady came to us, she bowed her
head.

Mangwanya: Sisanda is the hut prepared?

Sisanda: Yes it is mama, we were waiting

for your presence qha.

Mangwanya: Go my child, ndiyeza ngoku.

She left and Mangwanya looked at me
again, she squint her eyes.

Mangwanya: Follow me and make sure you

take off your shoes, in fact zikhulule ngoku.

Me: Okay, and payment price ithini?

Mangwanya: Sizo thetha phakathi, just

follow me.

I nod and followed her, we walked around

her big house and there was this fancy hut
behind it. I removed my shoes and we
walked in the dark hut, there were about 6
ladies inside it kneeling in a horizontal line.
There objects inside the hut was very scary,
it made one’s skin crawl.
Mangwanya: Mishy hand this girl the red
cloth.

Me: What’s the red cloth for?

Mangwanya: What do you think? You will

wrap it around your body.

She sat down on the grassmat and

switched on the black and red candles,
Mishy gave me the cloth and I did as told
before sitting down on the floor. I looked at
the 6 ladies they all had their heads bowed,
they all had frontal weaves. What kind of
witches are these?

Mangwanya: So tell me what can I do for

you?
I jumped in fear almost peeing on myself as
a snake hissed crossing over my thighs,
Mangwanya smiled as it went to her.

Mangwanya: Meet Ngozi, my husband…

Me: Your husband?

She nod smiling and picked up the snake,

tjoo andoyika but I have to do this.

Mangwanya: So silindile ufuna ntoni apha?

Me: I want to get a lover back…

Mangwanya: A lover?
Me: Well we were having an affair, he is
married and I was his P.A. I tried pinning
my pregnancy on him, hoping that he would
leave his wife for me but he didn’t.

Mangwanya: So you want to be the only

woman in his life?

Me: Yes. Ungandi nceda Mangwanya? Ndi

desperate..

Mangwanya: Yabona, I like girls like you.

Abane potential of ruining people’s lives, I
can help you.

I smiled happily, now that’s what I’m

talkinga about.
Mangwanya: But as I’ve said before, there
will be a price to pay.

Me: Name it anything is fine, I have imali

apha.

She chuckled and the snake hissed, she

closed her eyes for a while as if she was
listening and opened them again. She
smiled looking at me raising her eyebrow..

Mangwanya: It’s not money that uNgozi

wants.

Me: What is it?

Mangwanya: In exchange if his help, he

wants a sacrifice. The baby you carrying…
Me: What! Asoze, I won’t sacrifice my baby
to a bloody reptile!

Mangwanya: We will not insult my husband!

She roared and I looked at her shocked,

she was very furious. Who would have a
snake as a husband?

Me: Ma, I can’t sacrifice my baby.

Something else will be good…

Mangwanya: It’s either that or someone

close to you.

Me: Friends or relatives?

Mangwanya: It doesn’t matter as long as
they are close to you.

Me: I think ukhona umntu I will sacrifice…

Mangwanya: Good now go, ndifuna intlizyo

yalomntu. Better yet bring them here dead
or alive, but we have to get their blood and
heart.

I nod and thanked her, the snake hissed

and I put a envelop with a few thousands
on the floor. I stood up and gave one of the
ladies the red cloth before walking out the
hut smiling. I know exactly who to sacrifice,
Ayola was close to me but since she chose
to abandon me her friend in tough time. I
guess she deserves to be that sacrife. I
would do anything to make Mpendulo mine,
well except killing my unborn.
[AT MY HOUSE.]
I sat there thinking how will I kill Ayola?
When a loud knock disturbed me, I hurried
to open the door and it was my cousin
brother…Siyanda the one who got me
pregnant. He walked past me going in my
house, I rolled my eyes and closed the door
before walking back to the lounge.

Me: Siyanda, what are you doing here?

Siyanda: What is this I hear that you are

pregnant?

Me: Who told you that?

Siyanda: Ndixelelwe ngu Imkhitha dammit!

Me: Sister yakho doesn’t know how to shut
up ne?

I sat down and looked at him, he is one

handsome guy yena. You know one of
those cousins who makes you forget you
are family? Well his father is my father’s
brother so that is how we are related.

Siyanda: How far are you?

Me: 4 months, don’t worry you don’t have to

be in the child’s life.

Siyanda: Inoba uphambene. I want to be in

my child’s life.
Me: Siyanda you can’t, do you realize that
could get us in trouble! We are cousins
dammit, blood cousins at that!

Siyanda: Andikhatali, just know that I want

to be in my child’s life.

He stood up and he was about to leave, I

held his hand stopping him.

Me: Hima…

Siyanda: Ufuna ntoni?

Me: I want you, feel that…

I said that taking his hand to my wet vagina,

he clenched his jaws looking at me.
Me: I’m wet for you.

Siyanda: Remember we are “blood cousins”

so nope, ndi grand.

Me: Come on, you never said no to me.

I touched his already hard dick, he groaned

and I smiled happily.

Siyanda: Why unganxibanga panty?

Me: You know andiyi thandi panty, so

uthini?

I kissed his lips, he groaned picking me up

and laid me on the couch. I heard him unzip
his pants as we kissed, before I could say
anything he shoved his dick in my vagina. I
screamed and he groaned, he thrust in me
as I moaned out load. Call me a hoe, I don’t
care. It’s not like I’m the first female to fuck
with their cousin.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° trust me it

was so good, each thrust kept stretching
my anus.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°, I’m really

angry shame. She knows I hate it when she
calls me Bragadier, I made it clear to her
the first time we met to never call me ngo
Bragadier.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 91.
BUSISIWE NTLONGO.
I couldn’t control my laugh as Lucky tickled
me, he can just be annoying when he
wants. Worse I have a hangover but
instead of him feeling sorry for me, he
wants to tickle me.

Me: Ha.ana marni, stop!

Lucky: Why?

Me: Baby, ndifuna uchama…please!

I squealed laughing and he stopped tickling

me, I hit him with a pillow and he fell back
on the bed laughing. I clicked my tongue
and went to the ensuite my head was
buzzing, I quickly peed and once I was
done I rinsed my teeth with mouthwash
before walking out the ensuite.

Lucky: Iza baby, ndicela impundu?

Me: Ha.ana andifuni.

I tried running to the door but he quickly

caught me chuckling, I giggled as he
carried me over his shoulder walking to our
bed. He spanked my ass making me giggle
more than laid me on the bed getting on top
of me, I could feel his erection on my thigh.

Lucky: Bhabhalaza iphi xa ulibele kudlala?

Me: Ikhona, you supposed to be nursing
me. Not riding me…

Lucky: Dick will cure it baby, iza vula

amathanga.

And this slut called me opened my legs

wide, he have me a kiss before leaving
trails of wet kisses going down to my
vagina. He hugged the sides of my waist
and pullef me closer, I moaned feeling his
tongue swirl on my vagina.

Me: Mmmm…fuck!

I pushed his head deeper enjoying the

pleasure, he ate me up until I came.
Lucky: Still want me to guide you through
doggy style?

Me: Please that is the only style I’m

struggling with.

He gave me a kiss, I stroked his dick with

my hand making him grunt. He flipped me
and snaked his hands around my stomach
guiding me.

Lucky: Yenza baby, ass up and chest

down. Ungabi ngathi uyi tafile ke…

I burst out laughing, tshini amadoda asile

rhaaa! He laughed with me and I did as he
said, I wasn’t perfect but I tried and he told
me I will practice till I nail it. Nonetheless,
he fucked me in a doggy style and I felt like
my back was breaking with him bending it.
·
·
3 hours later, we were preparing to go out
for brunch. He says we spend more time
locked up in the house, than outside. So he
said le Sunday is all about us eating out,
having a make over and doing some
shopping. I was so excited sarna, you know
going shopping with your man is such a
different steez.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, how do I look? Wena

azange undincome shame, I’m convinced
that ndimbi.

Me: Haaa, I always tell you umhle njena.

Lucky: Hayi I’m not satisfied, I want you to
tell ndimhle every second of the day.

I giggled wearing my shoes listening to this

old man whining, we got done and took
what we needed going to the car. He drove
to the mall and our first stop was at the
resturant, we ordered and had our food until
our peace was disturbed by this tall lady.

Lady: Ntlantla, hey you disappeared on me

it’s been months.

Lucky looked at her confused, I chuckled

looking at him while sipping my juice. The
lady looked at me and frowned…

Lady: Ohh hi there, I didn’t recognize you.

You must be his sister, I’m Miranda.
Me: Miranda, do I look like my husband xa
undi jongile?

Lucky: Hayi ask her, Ntliziyo yam.

Miranda: Wait…you his wife?

I waved my ring finger and she cleared her

throat seeing the big diamond ring.

Miranda: Ohh, did he tell you that he once

fucked me?

Me: And when was that?

Miranda: It was months ago, futhi he

enjoyed riding me.
Me: Nawe uyatsho months ago. You are
basically dead, gone and buried. Ubuyi
floozy a damn one nightstand.

Miranda: Excuse you-

Lucky: Jonga sisi, I might’ve fucked you

months ago but andikwazi. So please leave
me and my wife in peace…

She looked at him and you can see the

disappointment written on her face.

Lucky: Before I do something I won’t regret,

ndi sure you know uba ndililo ne gintsa
because the likes of you are damn stalkers.
Miranda: Okay, I will leave.

She looked at me with a fake smile before

leaving, I looked at my husband frowning.

Me: So how many of them am I going to

have altercations with?

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam-

Me: How many Ntlantla, I need numbers?

Lucky: Andazi but just ignore them, I’m

sorry for putting you through that because
of my cheating ways.

Me: Mmmm, hayi it’s cool wethu.

He sighed and I ate my food, I don’t think
that I have energy for the rest of this day
anymore. Zincinci izinto ezikhupa umntu
kwi mood, I felt like drinking some wine but
phi ke? I’m not about to be one of those
wives who fights with other women because
of a husband who just couldn’t close his zip.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
××××××

INATHI MPUNGASE.
So Ayola agreed to meeting me and that
made me happy, I opened a bottle of wine
and poured a potion of poisonous chemical
hoping it works immediately.

Me: Yhr ne, I’m doing this to get my man.

I chuckled and closed the bottle of wine
again, at least I won’t be drinking from it
because ndi pregnant. She got here looking
fancy as always, I hugged her rolling my
eyes.

Ayola: Why am I here? Andina mini yonke I

have things to do.

Me: I thought maybe we could spend the

day together-

Ayola: I’m not your friend remember? I don’t

befriend amagqwirha.

Me: Come on, okay can we talk over a

glass of two of wine. I want to apologize
please…
She looked at me as if she is thinking, I
gave her a innocent smile and she rolled
her eyes and went futher in the house. I
chuckled bitterly and closed the door, I went
to get the bottle of wine and glass then
walked to my lounge only to find her seated
there. BLOODY BITCH!

Me: So how are you?

Ayola: Spare me the bullshit, get to the

point ngoba funeke ndi hambe.

Me: Okay, friend. Chill haibo why uzoba

cold.

I opened the bottle of wine and poured a

glass for her, she took it and drank it. I
smiled looking at her.
Me: So I wanted to say I’m sorry for being a
selfish friend and bitch who tried ruining
someones marriage.

Ayola: What were you even thinking?

Ayifani nawe lento, you can’t build
happiness over another woman’s tears.

Me: I know and that is why I decided to let

things be. I will just concentrate on me and
my baby now…

Ayola: Plus I saw some few posters of

available jobs, you could always apply.

Me: Who would hire a pregnant woman?

Ayola: It’s worth a try mntase, yibane
themba.

Me: I have so much faith, my life is about to

change for the better from today.

Ayola: You see that’s the spirit.

She smiled and I returned the smile

watching her gulp the wine, she had her
second glass while we “catched up”.

Ayola: I will forgive you ne, only if you

promise me one thing.

Me: Anything to earn your forgiveness,

chomi.
Ayola: Try fixing your life, the married guy is
not worth fighting for. Umtshoto wakhe was
blessed, meaning no love portion formed
against him and his wife will work. Even if it
works, you will live with the fact that wena
uthandwa ngenxa ye yeza not genuinely.

Me: Yeah you right, andazi what was I

thinking.

I faked a smile and she raised her glass

drinking the wine, I watched her pause and
drop the glass.

Me: Oh my gosh, friend what’s wrong?

Ayola: I’m not okay, ndi dizzy and my heart

has this pain.
Me: Shame, what should I do?

Ayola: Drive me to the hospi…tal. Inathi, I’m

losing my breath.

She took out her phone but I stood up and

quickly grabbed it and threw it against the
wall.

Me: Ooops! It’s broken.

Ayola: You bitch, what did you do to me?

Me: You are going to be a sacrifice, I’m

sacrificing you for happiness yam

Ayola: You…will..regret this.

She was struggle to breath. I laughed at
how her face turned red, I watch her
struggle until she went unconscious. I bend
down to shake her just to be sure and she
was out.

Me: If you supported me willingly on my

plan, none of this would’ve happened. Caba
you that selfish ufuna uba in love and
happy wedwa? Haibo nam ndiyafuna
utshate babes and Mpendulo will be my
husband.

I smiled standing up straight thinking how

will I get her to my car trunk, without
anyone seeing me. She thought she is
better than me, bloody bitch! I’m sure Ngozi
and Mangwanya will be pleased to have her
good heart as a sacrifice, good for nothing
nxx.
THE JOURNALIST.

BONUS INSERT.
INATHI MPUNGASE.
I manage to put Ayola in my car boot
without being noticed, I smiled breathing
heavily and walked in my house after
closing the boot. I took my wallet and went
to my car and drove out my yard going to
Mangwanya’s house, upon my arrival I saw
one of the ladies who work with her. I rolled
down my window…

Me: Uhmm sorry sisi!

Lady: Ndingaku nceda?

Me: Ewe, is Mangwanya around? I have the

sacrifice she wanted…
Lady: Yazi you have the audacity of
showing yourself here after insulting Ngozi?

Mangwanya: Portia, it’s okay nana. Don’t

be angry at clients remember?

Portia: Sorry ma, but andiyi thandanga

indlel enze ngayo the last time she was
here.

Mangwanya: It’s okay. I managed to calm

Ngozi down, go tell the others to help you
prepare the hut for our guest.

Portia noda and walked away after giving

me a nasty look, Mangwanya looked at me
smiling.
Mangwanya: So who are you sacrificing?

Me: My friend, Ayola.

Mangwanya: Okay, the ladies will help you

carry her to the hut. Ndicela ke uze ushiye
disrespect yakho apha emotweni yakho
namhlanje, siyevana?

I swallowed and nod, she flipped her frontal

weave and walked away swaying her hips. I
sighed and step out the car going to open
the car boot, Ayola was still unconcious. 3
of the ladies came and helped me take her
to the hut. I removed my shoes as we got
in, Mangwanya was already sitting on the
grassmat wearing a black cloth around her
body, with a black doek and Ngozi wrapped
around her neck.
Mangwanya: Give her the red cloth, she
knows what to do with it.

Portia hand it to me and I took it wrapping it

around my body, I sat down as they laid
Ayola in the middle of the room.

Mangwanya: She looks beautiful, I

understand why umenza sacrifice.

Me: She didn’t want to support me in this,

kodwa I always support her.

Mangwanya: I see, let’s get started. Take

the red candles, you know how we roll
ladies.
One of the ladies handed each of the other
ladies a red candle, I watch carefully at how
confident they are with what they do.
Mangwanya removed Ngozi from her neck
then she crawled to where Ayola was, she
called me to come kneel with her.

Me: How are we going to do this?

Mangwanya: Thula don’t question my

abilities, yenza lento ndithi yenze!

I held her hands over Ayola’s body, she

started to chant something closing her eyes
and the other ladies helped her. My heart
raced as Ayola moaned moving a bit, they
started to chant loud then suddenly all the
candles went off.
Mangwanya: This is not happening!
Manyala wantoni anga?

I heard the snake hiss, but I couldn’t see

where it was because it was dark. They
switched on the candles again, I freaked
out seeing the snake near me. Mangwanya
took some black substance and poured it in
Ayola’s. She screamed crawling away from
Ayola, I watched in terror as her screams
pierced the room.

Mangwanya: Phumani nalo mntana apha!

Phumani naye ngoku, yhuuuu!

She screamed and I looked at her

confused.
Me: Mangwanya, what is happening? Uthe
you wanted a sacrifice, yintoni ngoku!

Mangwanya: You brought me umntu who is

protected by her guides! Phumani naye
apha, she is disturbing my peace!

The ladies took her out and I looked at

Mangwanya as she cried so painfully, the
snake was nowhere to be seen.

Mangwanya: Hamba nawe! If you serious

you are going to bring me a real sacrifice,
not someone protected 24/7 by her
izinyanya zakhe!

I quickly stood up and ran out, I found

Portia and the others whispering near my
car as the carried Ayola. They looked at me
frowning..

Portia: Do us a favor and never set foot

here, you are really trying to ruin izinto for
us!

Me: I swear I didn’t know, I can’t stop

sendiqalile.

Lady: Hamba and come with something

meaningful, take your friend.

I opened the boot and they put Ayola in

there, I looked at her as the ladies walked
away. She was pale and sweating, I sighed
closing the boot then rushed to get in my
car. I started the ignition and drove out the
yard in speed. Driving to the hospital, that is
where I will dump Ayola. At least she will
not be angry at me once she is awake,
ngoba I took her to the hospital to get help.

Me: FUCK!!

I hit the steering wheel, who the hell am I

going to sacrifice? I can’t just let Mpendulo
slip from my fingers when there is an
opportunity for him to be mine.
·
·
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed
when my phone rang and it was my mother.

Me: Mama?

Mama: Inathi, unjani?

Me: I’m okay and you?

Mama: Ndiright. Would you please come

over ngomso? Your father and I have
something important to talk to you about.

Me: Mama yintoni? You scaring me..

Mama: Just come njee qha wena, uzova xa

ulapha.

She end the call and I sighed, I wonder

what’s so important that needs my
presence. I got in bed and slept
immediately, while sleeping I felt something
crawl between my legs. I tried opening my
eyes but it felt like something heavy was
shutting them, my body felt numb.
Me: Mmm, stop it…

I said moaning, I heard a hiss and

something going in my vagina. My heart
raced as many thoughts ran my mind, I
finally opened my eyes and saw a teenage
boy on top of me.

Me: What are you doing? Sukaa…

My voice sounded weak, my body couldn’t

move as the teenage boy kept thrusting his
Dick in my vagina. It felt good but I just
couldn’t get over the fact that I’m hearing a
hissing snake, could it be that ndilala
nenyoka?

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up tired and worn out, my body felt
like my soul has been sucked out of it. I
thought about my dream last night, but was
it a dream? I touched my vagina and it was
wet, I looked at my hand and it had blood.

Me: No, my baby!

I removed the bed covers from my legs and

screamed looking at the pool of blood on
my sheet, I cried reaching out for my phone
and called Siyanda.

[PHONECALL.]
He picked up on the fourth ring breathing
heavily, I heard a female giggle at the
background.

Siyanda: Sho?
Me: Siyanda, please help me!

Siyanda: Inathi ndi busy-

Me: The baby, Siyanda! I’m

bleeding…please help.

Siyanda: What? Okay, uphi ngoku?

Me: My house, I can’t move my legs.

I cried out loud as my legs felt weak,

Siyanda told me he is on his way and
dropped the call. I held my baby bump
praying that my baby is okay, the blood was
too much and it scared me. I noticed some
bit of blackish liquid on the blood, what is
happening?!

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

Siyanda was pacing up and down the ward
as we waited for the doctor, he looked very
frustrated.

Me: Siya, umntana wam…

Siyanda: Shut up marn! Thula, if you

allowed me to accommodate you then none
of this would’ve happened.

Me: Siyanda you know that it would’ve been

obviously, we can’t afford to have abantu
know we are fucking. We are cousins
dammit!
Siyanda: Yhey, yhey. Ngakulinge
undinyusele voice, betha unye mna
uyevha?

I swallowed looking at him just then the

doctor came in, Siyanda stopped pacing
and looked at the doctor.

Siyanda: And?

Doctor: Unfortunately we don’t know what

caused Inathi, to have a miscarriage.

Me: So I really lost my baby?

Siyanda: Are you sure she miscarried?

Doctor: Yes, she miscarried. And I’m afraid
we have to clean her womb…

Siyanda: Yabona wena, ndiyaku zonda!

You will explain to our fathers why I have
this sudden hate for you!

He stormed out and I wiped my tears the

doctor looked at me.

Doctor: Niya zalana?

Me: We are cousins, he is just being

overprotective.

Doctor: You were pregnant with your

cousin’s baby? I mean he mentioned earlier
that the baby you are carrying is his-
Me: Do you get paid to question who I fuck
or you get paid to heal me?

She looked at me and shook her head

writing something on the clipboard.

Me: My legs are not working, does that

mean ndi paralyzed?

Doctor: We made made a few tests, isimo

sakho is something rare ngoba it shows
that your legs are fine.

Me: Then why are they not moving? Why

can’t I feel them?
Doctor: Andikho sure, but we will run some
tests again. For now the only priotiy is to
clean your womb, since you miscarried.

Me: Does that mean I will be able to have

children in the future?

Doctor: You find out about that later when

the secon tests are back.

I nod swallowing the lump on my throat and

she walked out, just hope I can get kids in
the future. I mean Mpendulo can’t marry me
as a barren, I wonder what caused my
miscarriage?

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INSERT 92.
MPUMI SIBEKO.
I woke up alone in bed and sighed sitting up
right, I love my man ne but Sive is not your
typical romantic type of man. He tells me he
loves me but he has a weird way of
showing it, sometimes I feel like he is just
forcing himself to love me for the sake of
settling down.

Me: Uthi umtakele umntu uvuke wedwa,

rhaa amadoda.

I got out of bed and opened the curtains

and windows, then quickly made the bed
before going for a shower. I got done
showering and brushed my teeth, I walk out
the ensuite with a towel wrapped around
my body. Sive’s phone rang and I
wondered if should I answer it or not, I
looked at the unsaved number.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered the phone but kept quiet, a
female spoke as I expected.

Voice: Hi Sive, ndim uNandipha.

Me: Nandipha waphi, dear?

Nandipha: Uhmm, who are you and uphi

umnikazi we phone?

Me: Mna ndingu Mpumi, uSive yi ndoda

yam. Wena uyi ntoni ku Sive?
Nandipha: Just tell Sive that Nandipha
called, uzondazi yena.

She ended the call and I quickly punched

the number on my phone then saved it. I
deleted the number and blocked it from
Sives’s phone, then put his phone down
where it was before carrying on with my
routine.

The door opened and Sive came in

sweating, my guess is he went for a jog or
something. He walked to me as I sat in front
of the mirror.

Sive: Hi, sthandwa sam.

Me: Hi.
I quickly looked away as he tried to kiss me,
he frowned and chuckeld looking at me.

Sive: Sthandwa sam, zithini ngoku?

Me: Uyandi jolela, Sive? Be honest please

mntuwam…

Sive: Ndizoli fumana phi ixesha lo jolela

wena? I’m not bored, baby.

Me: I need a simple, yes or no?

Sive: No Mpumi, I told you uba ndi serious

ngawe.

I chuckled then stood up looking at him

straight in the eye, he also stared at me.
Me: Ngubani uNandipha?

Sive: Ubani?

Me: Nandipha, do you know her?

Sive: No, I don’t. Whuzet ngawe and these

questions?

Me: A Nandipha called minutes ago, she

told me to tell you she called uzomazi.

Sive: Andimazi moc marn, yazi ntoni.

Lemme go take a quick shower, I’m too
sweaty.
He gave me a peck and walked to the
ensuite, I sighed and chuckled then wore
my clothes. So if he doesn’t know her,
where did she get his number? Ndim clown
ne? Okay, sharp I will sort this out. I wore
my shortest dress and sneakers, wore my
bob weave and looked at myself on the
mirror. Sive walked out the ensuite and I
bend tying my shoe laces, I was wearing
only a thong under the dress.

Sive: Baby, where are you going?

Me: Out ngoba uyandi stress.a bhuti ndini.

Sive: Haibo, sthandwa sam. Silwile na?

He came and pressed his erection on my

ass, I stood straight and he kissed my neck.
I looked at him, he tried kissing me but I
backed away.

Sive: Haibo. So uzondi vimba after showing

me the goodies?

Me: Ewe ndizoku vimba. Yabona ke, ithi

lonto ke hamba uyo cheat.a nalo Nandipha
wakho.

Sive: Mpumi who the hell is that?

Me: Sundenza paranoid ne? You know her

ndicela uyeke undenza clown yakho!

Sive: Andimazi moc, I swear I don’t know

this Nandipha.
Me: If you don’t know her tell me, how did
she have access to your numbers?

He frowned looking at me, I could tell he is

frustrated because he was also clenching
his jaws.

Sive: Andiyazi ufuna ndithini bra. I told you

ANDIMAZI uNANDIPHA! Yeses, hayi marn.

He walked back to the ensuite and banged

the door shut, I swallowed the lump on my
throat and sniffed. So akazondi cenga? I
looked for my gun and car keys, before
taking my phone with. I wiped my falling
tears going out the house, it hurts shame
not knowing if the one you love really loves
you or he is just loving you for the sake of
loving.
·
·
I was now at the bar sitting on a barstool
drinking my sorrows away, how I wish
Yondi was here. She is the one I trust
telling my issues out of my friends, she is
so chilled and easy to talk to.

Voice: What’s a beautiful lady like you

doing here all alone?

I frowned looking at who this voice

belonged to, it was some guy who looks like
he knows how to fuck a girl just by looking
at him.

Me: This is a damn bar, so I’m here to drink

like everyone else.
Guy: Suba rude lovie. Ndingu Ncedolwethu
igama lam…

Me: Nompumelelo, but call me Mpumi.

He sat down next to me and ordered a

glass of scotch, I ignored him and drank my
Savannah.

Ncedo: So le Savannah and this Russian

bear, did you already pay for it?

Me: Theni ufuna uyazi?

Ncedo: I was going to offer to pay for it

since you look like you carrying the worlds
hugest burden.
Me: No the bill is already settled, wena just
do what you came for here and leave me
be.

I drank my Savannah, the bottle of Russian

Bear was already on half. Amadoda will
make you go through the most, but they will
never go through the most for you.

Ncedo: Yazi I’ve read somewhere that

drinking a bottle of Russian Bear alone will
make you do crazy things.

Me: What are you? An alcohol expert?

Ncedo: Nah. I’m just a guy who is trying to

cheer you up.

Me: Tell me why do men cheat?

Ncedo: Well in my perspective, siyenza
kuba sifuna. Or singo neliseki with what we
have.

Me: So all men have different perspectives

about cheating?

Ncedo: Maybe…theni baku jolele?

Me: Something like that, but uthi he doesn’t

know this girl.

He chuckled and drank his whiskey, I

looked at him.

Ncedo: Did you caught him red handed?

Me: No but the lady called his phone and I
answered.

Ncedo: Tjooo, where did she get his

number if akamazi?

Me: Exactly what I want to know…

I opened the bottle of Russian Bear and

chucked it down my throat, I didn’t give a
fuck about the burn.

Ncedo: Woah, woah, woah! Are you trying

to kill yourself?

Me: I’m too pretty to die, ndifuna unxila

ndilibale.
Ncedo: Then uzovuka and remember
again, so what’s the point of drinking to
forget.

Me: Yazi yintoni…

I took my wallet, car keys and phone

standing, I chuckled as I stumbled and he
catched me.

Me: Ndi grand marn, thanks for catching

me.

Ncedo: Are you going to drive yourself? I

can give you a-

Me: Mamela joe, I’m grateful for your help

but ndi moja. Sharp ke.
I removed myself from his hold and
stumbled to my car, I opened the car and
got in not caring to wear a safety belt. I
thoughtfully took my phone a tried tracking
the location of Nandipha’s number, I
struggled but found it.

[A WHILE LATER.]
I was parked in front of this RDP house, is
this where Nandipha lives? She lives in a
kasi. I rolled down my window as I saw a
young boy passing by…

Me: Hello mntana, unjani?

Boy: Ndiright sisi wena?

Me: Sharp. Ndikhangela kwa Nandipha,
uyamazi?

Boy: Ewe naku.

Me: Okay enkosi, boy.

He smiled then nod his head walking away,

I just wanted to be sure I have the right
address, I sighed and took my gun stepping
out the car. I walked in the yard and went to
the door, I knocked and a lady opened she
was cute with a petite body yena shame.
She smiled looking at me, but her smile
dropped when I point the gun to her.

Me: Nguwe uNandipha?

Lady: Ewe ndim…ufuna ntoni?

Me: Uhleli nabani?

Lady: Alone, please don’t hurt me.

Me: Ngena, one wrong move and you dead.

She nod wiping her tears, she was the

bravest over the phone but ngoku uyalila. I
closed the door locking it and followed her
to what the sitting room, I sat down not far
from her and she looked at me crying.

Me: Ulilela ntoni? Ubethiwe?

Nandipha: Please, I didn’t do anything.

Take what you want-
Me: What you did is you called my man’s
number, uyifumana phi number yakhe?

Nandipha: What man? Andazi uthetha

ngantoni…

Me: Ndithetha ngo Sive dammit! Umazela

phi?

Nandipha: Nguwe uMpumi?

Me: In the flesh bhabha, now tell me how

do you know indoda yam?

She looked at me crying silently, I cocked

my gun and point aim it to her vagina. She
put her hands together begging me…
Me: Thetha, I don’t have all day!

Nandipha: I stole his number on social

media, please I swear I don’t know him
personally.

Me: Ngoku ubuyiba, ubungayazi uba une

cherry?

Nandipha: No, please I swear I will stay

away from him.

Me: Do that because if you don’t ndizoku

bulala unye, if you used to messing up
relationships zabantu not kweyam!

I stood up and pulled the trigger missing her

head on purpose, she screamed covering
her face and I chuckled.
Me: Betha unye and then ndiku bulale unye
mna, gqwirh ndini! Rhaaa!

I walked out furious, it felt like I was not

drunk anymore because of anger but I still
was. I got in my car and speed off driving to
my house, if Sive wants me he knows
where to find me.
·
·
At my hous I was seated on the floor
drinking my wine crying, if only I could
unlove Sive I would. A knock came through
on the door but I ignored it, I felt like if I
stand up from this floor I would fall because
of drunkness.

Me: Fokoff bitch, yangxola!

The knock stopped and I chugged my wine
again, my phone rang and it was Sive
calling. I sniffed answering the call and kept
quiet…

Sive: Sthandwa sam, ndicela undivulele.

Me: Ufuna ntoni ?

Sive: I want us to talk, please vulela indoda

yakho.

Me: Sive, please let me be. I don’t want to

talk for now just go-

Sive: Baby don’t make me break this door,

ngoba uyacava ndizoyi dala lonto.
Me: Ndiyeza.

I end the call and stood up wiping my tears,

he can’t see me crying like this. I stumbled
to the door and opened, he looked at the
state I was in and sighed giving me a hug. I
cried bethu and he kept shushing me.

Sive: I’m sorry baby, I swear I would never

cheat on you.

Me: Sive uyandi thanda? Ndicela ube

honest with me…

I looked at him pulling out the hug, he held

the sides of my face and looked me in the
eye.
Sive: Ndiyaku thanda, sthandwa sam. I
know I don’t show it much to you because I
have my reasons.

Me: What reasons? I feel likeyou forcing

yourself to love me.

Sive: I’m not, I swear.

Me: Then what are your reasons?

He clenched his jaws and pulled my hand

towards the lounge, he sat on the couch
and made me sit on him as he cuddled me.
He kissed my head as I laid in his arms
silently crying, he wiped my tears kissing
my forehead.

Sive: Ulilela ntoni ne sphongo esi khulu?

We shared a brief laugh and I wiped my
tears, he locked his fingers with my.

Sive: My reasons are that, I’m afraid to

show you my love for you. Only for you to
decide to up and leave me, trust me if that
would happen I would go crazy.

Me: Sive, I would never leave you.

I sat up right and looked at him, he blinked

twice.

Me: I love you more than anything, pleae

trust me xa ndisitsho. This thing of you not
showing me your love is the only thing that
will make me leave you, ngoba it feels like
you forcing yourself to be with me.
Sive: Sthandwa sam, if I was forcing myself
to be with you. I wasn’t even going to
bother telling you that “Ndiyaku thanda”
every single day.

Me: It hurts yazi, mna I show you the love I

have for you without worries but wena
uyandi doubt.a

Sive: I’m sorry, from now on I will show you

all the love I have for wena. Ndiku ncanywa
nyani Nompumelelo, andidlali futhi.

I smiled and he pulled me to his arms, that

is all I want from him luthando. Nothing
much but that, I closed my eyes letting
sleep take over me as he held me closer.
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JOURNALIST.

INSERT 93.
YONDI MNDINI.
I am at my happiest and ngaske kuhlale
kunje, if Bragadier would hurt me in anyway
I swear I will give up on love shame. Nyani
ke we were in our romantic retreat enjoying
ourselves like our lives depend on it. The
luxury accomodation has the most
wonderful view. I was busy smiling looking
at Ezile wash the dishes we used for
breakfast, I walked to him and kissed his
bare back before hugging him and he
chuckled.

Me: Baby, yazi you look mighty handsome.

Ezile: You look mighty gorgeous, baby
wam.

Me: So what are we doing today?

Ezile: Mna, I was thinking we go dancing.

I’m not talking about club dancing,
ndithetha ngezi weii zakwi movie.

I laughed softly as he turned to look at me,

he smiled and gave me a kiss.

Me: Do you know a place where we could

have a ballroom to dance in?

Ezile: Before we came here ndenze

research so yes, ikhona baby.
Me: Awuseyo romantic gent, hayi
ndiyavuma ndi special apha kuwe.

Ezile: Jonga uyi soul yam, bhabha.

I smiled and we huggged in silence, his

heart was beating so steady and I loved the
sound of it.

Ezile: Let me finish apha so that we can

begin with our day?

Me: Okay, I will go and shower okwa

ngoku.

Ezile: Asoze! Tshini, we have to shower

together.
Me: It has to be a innocent shower ke.

He winked and I laughed walking away

after he gave me a tongue kiss and
spanked my ass, I heard him whistle
happily as I walked to the open lounge to
wait for him. I laid on the couch smiling, I
think sleep took over me because Ezile
woke me up minutes later.

Me: Hey, you done?

Ezile: Baby, are you tired?

Me: Ewe, I mean you kept me up all night.

Ezile: I’m canceling lento ye dance, we

could always sleep.
Me: No, I saw how excited you are about it
so don’t cancel.

Ezile: Yondi, nam ndiyozela mfondini. Iza

masiyolala we will go dancing once we
wake up.

I smiled and he picked me up, I wrapped

my legs around his waist and gave him
kisses as he walked to the room. He was
smiling like a fool.

Ezile: Gama lakho lasemzini funeke ibengu

“Gorgeous”.

Me: Haaa! Baby, caba ndimhle lomhlobo?

Ezile: Ewe rhaa, ngathi uyinto e’rare!

Me: I am rare njena.

I gave him a kiss and once we were in the

room he walked to the ensuite, he tried
putting me down but I hugged him not
wanting to get off him. He chuckled kissing
my neck sending shivers down my spine.

Ezile: Hayike, and then?

Me: I wanna live in your skin.

Ezile: Yewethu masihlambe uyeke ubane

drama.
Me: Ndine drama baby? Kodwa xa inguwe
onje I don’t complain.

Ezile: Mna? Hayi anditefi mna, soze iguluva

enje ngam itefe baby.

Me: Andizo suka kanti, tshini usile wena.

He bit my earlobe and I giggled still on him,

he opened the shower water and I finally
got off him. I looked at him slowlyy
removing my robe, he bit his lower lip
looking at me with lust.

Me: Ezile?

Ezile: Hmmm? Sundi phazamisa ndibuka.

Me: Do you want me to remove your pants
for you?

He swallowed as I walked towards him, I

removed his pants off him slowly. He
breathed heavily and I kissed his chest,
pulling him by his dick to the shower.

Ezile: Uyandi mosha, but you want us to

have a innocent shower?

Me: Do you blame me?

Ezile: Ewe tshini, you can’t do me like that

and expect us to do izinto ezi innocent.

I giggled and gave him my back letting the

water run down my body, he turned off the
water and got closer to me.
Me: Hayi subali zuma, Guluva.

Ezile: Ndiku zuma kamnandi oksalayo.

He kissed me and I won’t bother going into

details about what happened next, but after
our steamy shower we went to sleep. It was
still morning so our aim was to wake up
before 15:00pm in the afternoon, we really
need this sleep ngoba we are tired. Even
though Ezile won’t show it, I can see that
udiniwe indoda yam.

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××××××

AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around
confused, I was in the hospital and my body
felt so tired. I heard someone shift next to
me and it was my husband, he was laying
his head on the bed while seated on the
chair holding my hand. I sighed looking up
with tears before, shaking him slightly. He
quickly looked at me and smiled, he had
red eyes meaning he has been crying.

Libo: Mfazi wam, you awake.

He kissed my palm and looked at me with

teary eyes, I swallowed the lump on my
throat.

Me: I’m awake, mnyeni wam. Ndicela

amanzi please?
Libo: What happened to you?

He poured me a glass of water and helped

me sit up comfortably, he held the glass for
me as I drank.

Libo: I’ve been here for the past 2 days, the

doctors found some dangerous poison in
your system. What are you not happy with
me anymore?

Me: Libo, it’s not you please you know I’m

happy kulo mtshato.

Libo: Qha kwenzeke ntoni ke Ayo? Why

would you drink poison…

Me: It’s not me, I didn’t know the wine she

gave me was poisoned.
Libo: Ngubani lo “she”?

I looked away from him and cried, he

sighed and gave me a hug. I loved Inathi
like my sister only for her to try and kill me?
For what ke phof, andazi nam.

Libo: Baby, thetha nam please. You hurting

me…

Me: It was Inathi, she put poison in the wine

.

I started to tell him what happened between

me and Inathi, from the day I told her our
friendship is over since she tried ruining
another woman’s marriage. To the day she
poisoned me, Libo clenched his jaws
closing his eyes.

Me: I’m sorry Libo, I didn’t know.

Libo: Don’t apologize nana, it wasn’t your

fault. I never liked this friend of yours from
the start but I didn’t want to appear as that
kind of husband, so Iento veske ndayeka
utshomane naye.

Me: What kind of poison is this? Did the

doctor tell you?

Libo: I didn’t bother asking the kind of

poison, my focus was on you getting better.
I would die if I lose you, andidlali.
Me: Well thank God and my ancestors that
I’m alive.

He kissed my forehead and looked at me

giving me a small smile, I don’t understand
how I’m alive but I’m grateful.

Me: If ever I would have friends again, do

kill me.

Libo: There are better friends out there,

wena you just have to look carefully.

Me: I’m hoping and praying that the poison

didn’t damage any part or organ in my
body.

Libo: Are you feeling anything? Pains?

Me: Just my body, it feels tired.

Libo: I will make sure ube right baby. I will

baby you like always, yayazi moc Papa
Libo has so much love for you.

Me: Heyake Papa Libo, I think I will get

Inathi arrested for attempted murder.

Libo: Don’t you think we should take

matters in our own hands?

Me: Haaa you want us to kill her?

Libo: No, but deal with her social media

way. Wena uzo kwenza what’s right and go
tell umfazi walo mjita what Inathi is
planning.

Me: You want me to talk with, Amanda

Lugalo?

Libo: Yeap, just put them on the look out.

Me: What if they don’t believe me? I mean

andina proof.

Libo: As long as you would’ve warned

them, eyoba bona bazoyi handlisha njani
yeyabo. But mna, I will deal with Inathi for
trying to kill you.

I nod and looked at him call his parents and

my parents, telling them that I am awake.
·
·
The parents were here, Libo’s mother is
kind of a prophet and by the look she was
giving me I saw she was hiding something.

Mama: Tjuuu mntanam, if I cross paths with

la Inathi. I swear to God kuzonyiwa!

Maka Libo: No need for that.

We all looked at her as she kept brushing

my hand with her thumb, she is such a
sweet woman.

Mama: Hayi chomi, what do you mean “no

need for that”?
Taka Libo: Nkosikazi is there something
you want to share with us?

Libo: Mama?

Tata: Okay everyone, mnikeni chance.

I looked at my mother-in-law waiting for her

to talk, she closed her eyes and sat down
on the chair next to the hospital bed since
she was standing.

Maka Libo: Inathi is going to be dealt with

by abantu abadala. She tried making you a
sacrifice Ayola, but izinyanya zakho fought
for you.

Us: WHAT?!
Libo: Mama, what sacrifice?

Maka Libo: Ayola ujike ekwi gumbi le

gwirha, they were about to begin the
sacrifice but balwa ooRhudulu.

Me: So mna bendizobayi sacrifice? Inathi

really hates me ne, to even think that I
treated her like a sister.

Mama: Izonya la njakazi!

Maka Libo: Chomi don’t get involved

kulento, neither of you should. Inathi will be
dealt with, please ndi mameleni!
We kept quiet and looked at her as she
tried maintaining her anger, just then the
doctor walked in.

Tata: Doc, what do you have for us?

Doctor: I have some good news and bad

news.

Libo: Start with the good news please.

Doctor: Mrs. Ayola Msimango is pregnant,

she is 7 months pregnant.

Us: What?!

Doctor: Yes, she is 7 months pregnant. She

was carrying twins-
Me: You using past tense?

Doctor: Yes, one twin died because of the

poison and the other one miraculously
survived.

I looked at Libo with tears in my eyes, we

have been trying to have babies and now
we lost one? But I’m thankful one of the
babies survived.

Taka Libo: If she is 7 months pregnant, why

is she not showing?

Maka Libo: Doc can you excuse us? Is that

all you have for us…
Doctor: That will be all but Ayola, won’t be
discharged anytime soon.

Me&Libo: Why?

Doctor: We still want to put you under

observations, the poison we found in your
system is deadly dangerous.

I nod and the doctor left, my mother-in-law

closed her eyes.

Maka Libo: We have to perform a cleansing

ceremony for you, as soon as possible.

Mama: Ceremony for ntoni?

Maka Libo: I have a feeling that this is not
over, so we have to ask abaphantsi to keep
fighting for Ayola. Naye ke Ayola, should
appease abantu abadala abacela
baqhubeke to fight for her.

She held my hand giving me a smile.

Maka Libo: Your pregnancy was hidden on

purpose, I’m happy at least one child
survive le mess.

Libo: So we really going to be parents?

Maka Libo: Ewe, benizobona ngo Ayola

ezala but ke kwenzeka oku.

Libo smiled looking at me, I smiled too

touching my belly. I’m going to be a
mother? The parents stayed for a while and
left after, Libo remained and looked at me
smiling.

Me: You look tired, you need some rest.

Libo: I’m not leaving you here, ndizo rest.a

when you are home with me.

Me: So nawe uzoba sisgulane nge nkani?

Libo: Nqooo mamakhe! Can you believe

that we will be having a bundle of joy in
months time?

Me: It’s unbelievable right? I mean we have

been trying for a baby kaloku, kanti khona
something.
Libo: I just hope the baby we lost will find
peace, Inathi deserves the biggest
punishment ever.

I agreed with my husband and we sat there

bonding with the baby in my stomach, can’t
believe I’m carrying a little someone. Ndiba
bulele ooRhudulu for protecting and fighting
for me when death was knocking on my
door.

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INATHI MPUNGASE.
I was still at the hospital and trust me ndi
miserable, losing a baby is not nice. The
doctor came in while I was deep in my
thoughts.

Doctor: Hi, uziva njani?

Me: How was I going to feel? Theni

uphambene.

Doctor: Patients like you make me sick, you

are so full of yourself but ufuna uncedo.

Me: That’s what you get paid to do, it’s a

must for you to help me ntombazana ndini!
Doctor: Mxm, I will send another doctor to
appoint you. Andizoyi nyamezela le yakho.

Me: Hamba bitch, ndi sure you brought your

doctor’s license esi SLAY QUEEN!

She walked out the ward leaving me laying

there, I hate the fact that I can’t feel my
legs. My parents haven’t come to visit me
yet, I wish it could stay like that because I’m
not ready to explain what happened.
·
·
Another doctor came in, he was a male
doctor and he was nice.

Me: Doc, before anything I would like to

ask.
Doctor: Okay, go ahead.

Me: Uhmm, is Ayola Msimango awake?

Doctor: She was transferred to a private

hospital, so I wouldn’t know.

Me: Ohh.

I kind of felt a pin of jealousy, I also need to

be transferred to a private hospital ngoba
my state is looking bad.

Doctor: I will be your new doctor from now.

And I have your results here…

Me: What do they say?

Doctor: We can’t seem to figure out what is
wrong with your legs, the results show that
they are working just fine.

Me: That can’t be, are you sure? I mean I

can’t feel them at all!

Doctor: Sisi phola, sungxola andivani ne

noise.

I looked at him, what a fine man he is.

Doctor: Moving on…due to your

miscarriage you won’t be able to have kids
in the future.

Me: WHAT!
Doctor: Yes, you won’t be able to have kids.

I cried and he left my ward, why didn’t he

comfort me? Is that what doctor’s do. A
while later my parents got in the ward, I
looked at them as my mother rushed to me.

Mama: Ohh my poor baby, uziva njani?

Me: The doctor said I won’t be able to have

kids again.

Mama: Shhh we will fix this, ogqirha can

make mistakes.

Me: My legs mama, I can’t feel them too.

I sobbed in her arms, while my father stared
at us silently. He cleared his throat and I
looked at him.

Tata: What happened?

Me: Andazi tata, I woke up only to find my

bed full of blood and my legs not moving.

Tata: What did the doctor say about yonke

le nyuvadamn?

Me: Uthe they see nothing, my legs are

working just fine.

Mama: Haibo! Meaning lento idibene nobu

gqwirha, we have to see a traditional
healer!
Tata: True, this is definitely not normal. I will
arrange-

Me: NO!

They both looked at me shocked, I shook

my head looking at them.

Mama: Yintoni ngoku wathi “no”?

Me: Andifuni traditional healer mna, I will be

fine.

Tata: Yhee Inathi, this is something serious.

Akho xesha to act like a damn spoilt brat.
Me: My legs will heal, ndi sure they like this
ngoba ndi traumatized yile miscarriage.

My mother clapped once in disbelief and

looked at my father, he just stared at his
wife and shrugged. I can’t allow them to get
me a traditional healer because the healer
will see what I have been up to recently and
I can’t afford that to happen.

Mama: Seeing that you know uzoba right,

we have something to tell you.

Me: What?

Tata: Since wena ungafuni uphangela, we

arranged a marriage for you.

Me: I won’t get married to a stranger!

Tata: It’s either that or you can hand over
all our assets back.

Mama: I still don’t get how you lost your

previous job. We found you a good paying
job as a P.A of Media Ink, it paid you good
but you got fired for unknown reason.

Tata: Ewe and Mpendulo uthi I should ask

you why you were fired, xa ndimbuza.

Me: I got into a big fight with one of the

journalists.

Mama: Which one?

Me: Yondi Mndini.

Mama: Hayi Inathi suxoka, uxokelani?

Tata: Futhi why would likes of Yondi fight

with you? She seems like umntu who
doesn’t want to involve herself in useless
fights.

Mama: Exactly! You hiding something Inathi

and we will find out what it is soon.

Tata: Kodwa ke, other than that you are

getting married wena.

I almost rolled my eyes at him, I won’t get

married to a stranger mna. The only man I
will get married to is Mpendulo, I know that
he loves me but he is holding back. I can’t
be feeling the connection between us
alone, as soon as I get out of here I have to
see Mangwanya again she has to help me.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Ezile and I were at this bar, wearing all
black matching outfits and having some few
drinks. Kumnandi unxila nendoda ethi
wena, he ordered shots and challenged me
on who will take the most shot.

Ezile: Uyazi ke baby, after ezi shot sizoba

busy ngezinye shots ke.

Me: Haibo nazi shots njena.

Ezile: Ndithetha shots ezi bulalayo, not

shots for ukunxila.
I looked at him hoping he is not saying what
I think he is, andizo bulala mntu shame
unyile. He chuckled and held the top of my
hand.

Ezile: I booked us into a shooting rage, we

going there later tonight.

Me: Okay I’m cool with that as long as I

won’t be shooting umntu.

He laughed and kissed my hand, he took

out his phone and placed it against the
small vase making a video as I went for a
shot. Instead of taking the shot glass with
my hand, I used my mouth.

Ezile: Sabaweli ubayilo glass mntaka bawo!

I burst out laughing and looked at him, he
laughed with me.

Me: Sudika ke, ha.ana.

Ezile: Nditheni mna, sela sisi. I’m creating

memories apha, awumhle marn baby.

Me: Yabona ke…eyy lendoda.

He chuckled and I giggled going for the

shot, he held my weave back with his hand
and I drank the shot once it was down I
quickly took the glass out of my mouth
squealing and bit on the piece of lemon. He
laughed looking at me…
Me: Moeerrr! What the hell was that?

Ezile: That was some really strong stuff

baby, stuff sam ke esi.

Me: Uyayi nyamezela into shame baby,

tjuuu!

He chuckled and drank his shot, he stopped

the video and saved it. We drank all the
shots and I began to feel drunk, that was
many shots.

Ezile: Masinxile baby, ngu life wethu after

all.

Me: Ohh it’s nice to unxila nendoda yam ke

wethu.
Ezile: Ndoda yakho wedwa kaloku, why
don’t you say that? Yitsho baby, yitsho…

He tickled the side of my stomach, I

slapped his hand away as we laughed. We
ordered more drinks and had them, this is
really fun and refreshing.
·
·
Ezile changed his mind since we were
really drunk, he told me we will go to the
shooting rage tomorrow. We went to the
house we using for our retreat and had our
own party for two.

Ezile: Ndicela undi thande baby, give me

some love.
Me: Awunxile marni.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda evha? Just know that

ndim nawe forever.

Me: Thanda nam, tjuu bhengi lam!

Ezile: Caba unalo incinzo? Yhuu inganya lo

side niggar yakho, dubula iyoxela kokwayo
mna.

I laughed as he laid his head on my boobs

hugging me, I hugged him too and we kept
singing nusery rhyme songs and laughing
while in that position. Guys uthando kodwa,
kumnandi ubane ndoda e’serious ngawe
wedwa.

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SIVE NODLINGA.
I know Mpumi is not satisfied by me telling
her “I love you”, but I really do. She really
means so much to me and if it were up to
me, I would marry her tomorrrow if possible.
I was now at work going through some
financial files, when my P.A got in I don’t
get why she always wear short things at
work because to me that is not formal or
professional.

Kamva: Sir, ummm there is something I

wanted to show you.
Me: Mamele, I don’t have time for whatever.
As you can see ndi busy and I made it very
clear that I don’t want any disturbance.

Kamva: It’s important please, I-

Me: Yhey marn, ndithe no ndi busy!

She looked at me shocked and left l should

talk to the HR management and ask her to
fire this one. Mpumi wouldn’t be happy to
waltz in my office and find out that I have a
female P.A, who always wear short dresses
at work. My phone rang and I answered it, it
was my mother…

Me: Oledy?
Mama: Nyana, would you please come visit
today? I want you to meet someone.

Me: Nguban lo someone?

Mama: Uzobona xa ulapha, uze ke we will

have dinner sonke.

Me: Sharp.

I end the call and sighed, I’m not close with

my mother but I am very close with my
father. My parents are not together
anymore, because my mother cheated on
my father several times so my dad left her
and got married to my wonderful
stepmother. Sometimes I feel like my
stepmother is the one who gave birth to me
than my mother, I care about my mother but
she always wants things to go her way or
no way.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was still busy at work, it’s in the afternoon
now and I haven’t eaten since I got here.
I’m hungry and at this point I felt like ndizo
faint.a, I took my phone and called Mpumi.

[PHONECALL.]
She answered the phone on the third ring, I
smiled hearing her voice.

Mpumi: Sthandwa sam?

Me: Sthandwa sam, are you busy?

Mpumi: Nope, you lucky I just got out of a
meeting.

Me: Okay, ndicela siphume for lunch?

Mpumi: Are you going to pick me up or

should I just drive to your company?

Me: Iza ngapha baby, we will drive to where

we will have our lunch together.

Mpumi: Okay ndiyeza.

Me: Ndiyaku ncanywa ke ne?

Mpumi: Ndiyaku ncanywa nam, baby.

I blushed then end the call, I leaned on my
office chair and spun it around happily.
Dyan is happy and I think it’s time I
introduced Mpumi to my father and
stepmother, I’m sure they will love her.

30 minutes later, my office door opened

and Mpumi walked in wearing her suite with
my P.A following her trying to stop her.

Mpumi: Yewethu, you won’t tell me if

ndithini kwi company ye ndoda yam!

I looked at how sexy Mpumi was in her suit,

she is not your typical thick girl. She has a
petite body, her body is one of my favourite
things.

Me: Kwenzeka ntoni? Sima what’s this?

Sima: Sir, I tried to stop this woman but she
wasn’t having it.

Me: Why would you stop my woman from

seeing me? Get back to work.

Sima: Sir I thought maybe we could-

Me: Andizozi phinda, leave now.

She sighed and looked at Mpumi who was

walking to me, I smiled and she sat on my
lap kissing me. The door shut closed and
Mpumi smiled caressing my head.

Me: Awumhle sarna, ndinga tyelwa

kengoku kula msebenzi wakho?
Mpumi: Hayi wethu stop being dramatic. So
yi personal assistant yakho leya?

Me: Ewe, uyadika lamntana.

Mpumi: I think uyakufuna, how can you

work with someone onxiba ingathi uya
rhosha?

Me: Subana stress baby, I have my eyes on

you only.

Mpumi: Mmm, just so you know if

ingenzeka ube tempted and I find out.
Ndizoni bulala noyi 2, yandiva?
I smiled looking at her, she giggled and
gave me a peck before standing up. I would
never cheat on her, andiyo cheatist mna
nda tshintsha.

Mpumi: Masambe ke, I still have work to do

pha emsebenzini.

Me: Okay miss COO, khona why does it

seem like you work harder than the CEO of
your company?

Mpumi: No lies ke shame, yazi la bhuti is

very lazy.

Me: Ohh so ngu mjita CEO yapha?

Mpumi: Are we being jealous?

Me: Yes I am. I mean he gets to see this
good looking mami of mine…

She blushed and took my car keys and

phone walking out my office, I locked and
closed my laptop following her out. While
we waited for the lift to open, I held her
waist from behind and gave her neck
kisses.

Me: Yazi ndirhalela ntoni, sthandwa sam?

Mpumi: Ufuna ntoni, baby?

Me: Ndifuna sitshate kaloku, awucingi njalo

wena?
Mpumi: Sbwl! But let us not rush into
marriage, maybe ke if you serious we get
married in 2 years?

Me: Awufuni sihlalisane ke?

Mpumi: Awuzo dikwa ndim kuqala?

Me: No, asoze tshini.

Mpumi: Okay.

I looked at her shocked, she giggled going

in the lift as it opened. There was no one so
once it closed I cornered her, she smiled
looking at me.

Me: Baby, don’t play like that ndi serious.

Mpumi: Nam ndi serious moc, if awuzo
dikwa ndim then akho ngxaki.

Me: Yabona ke, ndizotsho ndibenayo ne

nteshe sarna.

Mpumi: Caba ndiya tyebisa mna?

Me: Xa umntu ehappy uba fat, so does that

answer your question?

She kissed me and I respond to the kiss

wrapping my arms around her, the lift
pinged and she gently pushed me away so
that we can get out. We went out for lunch
ne sthandwa sam and I didn’t feel like going
back to work after this, ngaske ndiyom
vingcela endlini ndimtye.
·
·
Later that day, I knocked off at work and
drove to my house just to drop off some
important documents. I parked my car on
the driveway and step out of it taking off my
tie and walking to my front door, I did what I
had to do and left my house again going to
my mother’s.

When I got there I noticed there was

another car parked in the yard. I sighed
getting out my car and locking it, I barged in
my mother’s house and heard laughter and
voices I followed the voices only to find my
mother with a woman in her age group and
this other lady wearing a doek.

Me: Oledy, whuzet ndilapha?

Mama: Sive. Ohh mntanam, I’m glad you
made it. Iza…

She smiled and I sat on the couch next to

her, the lady in the doek blushed and
looked down akambi.

Mama: Nyana, this is my friend Nomthunzi

and her daughter, Thabisa.

The old woman greeted me, while her

daughter gave me a huge smile I just kept a
straight face and looked at my mother.

Me: Uthi mna ndiba thini aba bantu?

Mama: Hayi Sive, show some respect.

Me: Ndizele ntoni apha mama? I have very
important things to do.

Mama: So as you can see Thabisa umhle,

she just wants to be married.

Me: Ndingena phi mna?

Nomthunzi: Come on, what your mother

meant is that since me and her are friends.
Our wish was that our kids get married, so
that we can strengthen our friendship.

Me: Yi kaka ke leyo, niyandiva?

Mama: Sive!
Me: No yi kaka, I won’t marry lento mna.
Mbi nobambi, plus ndinalo ubambo lwam
who I already have plans to marry.

My mother looked at me frowning, she gave

me a slap and I chuckled in disbelief.

Mama: You will marry Thabisa!

Me: Ukunya kwakho plus lo Thabisa wakho

and lo Nomthunzi wakho, no wonder dad
left you for a much better woman. Not only
are you a cheater, you are so controlling
and awu deserve uba li oledy.

I stood up and stormed out the house

furious, before I could get in my car
someone held my hand. I looked at this
person and it was Thabisa.
Thabisa: Sive, please hear me out.

Me: Uyandazi?

Thabisa: No but I would like us to get to

know each other, please marry me.

Me: Uphambene yazi. Yazi cherry yam will

come after you, she is very protective of me
so do yourself a favor and stay away from
me.

Thabisa: Look I-

Me: Ndizoku bulala ne? And andidlali, tsek

suka.
I pushed her away and got in my car, I
clenched my jaws and drove off leaving her
stand there crying. Ulilela ntoni? Worse uba
alilele umntu angamaziyo.

[MINUTES LATER.]
I knocked on Mpumi’s door, she opened
and looked at me.

Mpumi: Who made you angry?

She pulled me in the house and closed the

door, I pinned her against the wall and
kissed her but she pulled out.

Mpumi: Sive talk to me, utheni?

Me: My mother…
Mpumi: Which one? Your stepmother or
biological mother?

Me: My biological mother, yazi baby I try

giving that woman a chance. But everytime
I do so, udala ulwatha yena.

Mpumi: Iza I will get you a glass of whiskey

and you will tell me kwenzek ntoni.

She pulled my hand and I walked to the

lounge while she walked to her alcohol
cabinet, she came with a glass and a bottle
of whiskey.

Mpumi: Awulambanga?
Me: That can wait, ndicela uzo hlala ecaleni
kwam.

Mpumi: Okay.

She came and sat next to me, I sighed and

pulled her to my arms before telling her
what happened at my mother’s house.

Mpumi: Yhuuu so lo Thabisa, uthi wenze

ntoni?

Me: I thought I just said it njena.

Mpumi: Ngu Thabisa bani lo girl?

Me: Andazi, eishhh let’s just forget about
this. I’m so done with my mother, my father
was right about the kind of person she is.

Mpumi: Your father sounds like he is a

good man.

Me: He is wena baby, uyi role model yam

lamntu.

I smiled and told her about my father while

she listened, running her hand up and down
my chest while we cuddled. I’m really done
with my mother, she can go to hell for all I
care ngoba I won’t let her control my life
mna.

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NKOSIKHONA DWEBA.
I was in my work suit going to meet up a
client at a certain resturant. As I walk in the
restaurant I noticed Liyema, she is one of
Mafungwashe’s friends. I kept a straight
face walking to the table where she sat
alone and pulled out the chair sitting down.

Liyema: Nkosi, hey.

Me: Sho, ugrand?

Liyema: Ndiright wena?

Me: Akho weii. So iphi ingcosi yakho xa

ulapha wena?
Liyema: With my parents. I just needed
sometime alone njee, without any
disturbance.

Me: Okay. Undivuma nini, Liyema?

She giggled looking at me blushing, I was

serious and I think she noticed so she
cleared her throat and breathed out.

Liyema: I’m taken so I will pass.

Me: Awuno lahla le ndoda yakho for mna?

Liyema: No, not a chance.

Me: Sharp ke. Andizoku cenga nam,
anyways mandivaye.

I stood up and looked at her, she had this

shocked look on her face. I don’t do
begging mna, never shame.

Liyema: Nkosi, wait…

She held my hand as I walked pass her, I

clenched my jaws looking at her with my
straight face.

Me: Whuzet? I have a client waiting for me.

Liyema: Ummm nevermind, it was nice

seeing you.
Me: Sho, Liyema.

I removed my hand from hers and walked

to the table my client occupied, I chuckled
in disbelief at how Liyema rejected me. This
is the reason why I want to remain a
fuckboy, ngoba rejection hurts even if uli
gintsa it hurts.

Me: Miss Phakama Ndyebo, hello.

Phakama: Nkosi, hey. Unjani?

She stood up and gave me a hug, I frowned

as she didn’t want to let go. I gently pushed
her off and she smiled as we sat down.

Me: So your father told me, I will be working

with you in this project.
Phakama: Ohh yes. I believe we are going
to have so much fun together.

She held the top of my hand, I cocked my

eyebrow looking at her hand on mine
before looking at her.

Me: You know, if undibawela etrasini you

could always say so?

Phakama: I mean isn’t it obvious?

Me: Maybe after le project, we could have a

one night together.

Phakama: One night? I could work with

that.
I nod and we went on talking about this
business project we will work on together, I
have to say she is a smart girl but andikho
lapho. We concluded our meeting after a
while, I noticed Liyema was now sitting with
this other dude and I felt a bit jealous.

Phakama: So? Ndicela number yakho.

Me: Don’t do that. Andi hambe ndinika

wonke uvobe number zam, so you won’t
get it.

Phakama: What did you just call me?

Me: Mamela, are we done here?

Phakama: Yes but I thought we could
maybe-

Me: Sharp ke, I will communicate with taima

lakho if there is anything I need from you.

I stood up and left her calling out my name,

I walked pass the table that was occupied
by Liyema and her boyfriend.

[AT THE PARKING LOT.]

I was about to get in my car when someone
gently held my wrist, I looked at the person
and it was Liyema.

Me: Yintoni?
Liyema: Look I get that you angry, but can
you not hate me since I rejected you? I
mean my friend is dating your friend so-

Me: Suzi explain.a, go back to your man.

Liyema: Ohh okay, drive safe.

She was about to walk away but I pinned

her against my car, I gave her a kiss and
she responded. I squeezed her ass and she
quickly pushed me away, she pulled down
her dress looking at me.

Liyema: That was a total mistake it

shouldn’t have happened.

Me: Sharp ke, suka emotweni yam.

She swallowed and walked away, I
chuckled looking at her and got in my car
whistling. I started the car ignition and
drove back to work, yhr ne umntu aku
reject.e kodwa umhle.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I held my lips thinking about the kiss I just
had with Nkosikhona at the parking lot, I
smiled until Dayimani brought me back to
earth.

Me: Uxolo I just zoned out a bit.

Dayimani: Mamakhe, you good? Ingathi
you having a fantasy about someone,
ngoba you busy smiling caressing inyeke.

Of course I’m having a fantasy about Nkosi,

but andiyo hoe so it should just stay a
fantasy.

Me: I’m having one about you, I miss your

lips on mine.

Dayimani: You could’ve just said so.

Anyways I was thinking…

Me: About?

Dayimani: I want to officially introduce you

as my woman to my family.
Me: Dayimani, we talked about this.

Dayimani: Liyema please we can’t hide our

relationship forever.

Me: Kodwa baby, we not hiding it ngoba we

in public ngoku.

Dayimani: Then why ungafuni ndikwazise

as my girlfriend to my family?

Me: Because I’m your brother’s ex, now I’m

dating you so lonto is just weird. Can’t we
wait for ixesha?

Dayimani: Uyoyika that Lukholo might

cause drama?
Me: Ewe. I don’t want to bring unnecessary
fights in your family, please understand.

I held his hand and he sighed kissing my

hand.

Dayimani: Okay. Nam andifuni ukufakela

pressure, you will tell me once you ready.

Me: Enkosi. Now let’s enjoy our lunch ke.

We smiled at each other and ate, my mind

kept drifting back to the kiss I shared with
Nkosi. I basically cheated on my boyfriend
during our lunch date, hayi ndisisfebe bra!
·
·
At my house, I was busy humming making
myself some fruit salad while smiling. My
daughter is spending the night with my
parents, plus I can’t wait to go back to work.
I mean ndiyi freaken intern doctor and I
already missed out on somethings due to
my maternity leave, just hope I will catch up
fast when I go back to work.

The door barged open and it was Teddy

talking on top of his lungs, I asked him to
come here since I needed to talk.

Teddy: Yondi, when are you coming back? I

miss you mna tshini!

Me: You talking to Yondi?

He nod and came to stand next to me,
Yondi appeared on the screen glowing and
that made me smile.

Me: Bitch look at you, awusa glowi!

Yondi: Ndi happy kaloku, ndi sure nale

phone intsha ndiyi thengelwe yi ndoda yam
inegalelo kule glow niyibonayo!

We shared a laugh and spoke more, she

told us she will be back before we know it.
I’m happy my friend is all happy and in love,
enjoying herself… I mean she deserves
that ngoba she has been through a lot, we
end the call and Teddy looked at me.

Teddy: And then wena! Since when do you

eat banana? I thought you hated Banana.
Me: I do just that ndikwenyi mess and
ngaske nditye yona.

Teddy: Hheee, ngathi kanti uphinde

wamitha jy!

Me: Yhuu asoze, I’m danko with one baby

cry.

Teddy: Mhhhh. So what mess are you in?

I sighed and he took a piece of apple and

threw it in his mouth while looking at me.

Me: Nkosikhona and I kissed.

Teddy: So yintoni erongo apho?

Me: Everything! I can’t stop thinking about
la kiss, lamntu devoured my lips!

Teddy: Why are you so stressed?

Me: Because ndiya jola-

Teddy: Wait..what?

I blinked multiple times remembering

neither of my friends know about my
relationship with Dayimani.

Me: Ewe, ndijola noDayimani. I basically

cheated on him.
I started telling him how things went today,
he listened to until I was done then
chuckled.

Teddy: Yhee Liyema, uvukelwe bubufebe?

Me: What? No.

Teddy: So how do you explain yonke lento.

Why are dragging Dayimani into this if you
don’t love him?

Me: Haibo I love him.

Teddy: Yet you were thinking about kiss

yakho and Nkosi while you are with him?
Do you want me to be honest…
I swallowed knowing very well he is about
to spew inyani zodwa, that is Teddy for you.

Teddy: Wena, I feel as if you are with

Dayimani ngoba you just want to hurt
Lukholo by using brother wakhe.

Me: That’s not true-

Teddy: Nyani? Suxoka Liyema, don’t be a

Lukholo in Dayimani’s life. You know very
well that Nkosi uli gintsa, and your fantasies
about him will be a reality. Mntase, trust me
once nityane noNkosi there won’t be a
turning back. He is going to come for more
and you will let him, kuyo yonke lo shit
uzofaka Dayimani engxakini ngoba you
know that skeem sika Bragadier
iyabahlanyisa gun.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 97.
AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I was still at hospital and my body feels a bit
better but still weak. My husband is with
me, he literally camps in my ward and I love
the fact that he is always catering to my
needs.

Libo: So are you ready to meet, Amanda

Lugalo?

Me: No, what if she lashes on me for telling

her this?

Libo: As long as uzobe uthethile, just tell

them what Inathi is up to so that your name
will be on the clear should anything
happens.

Me: Okay. Are you going to be in here

when I tell her?

Libo: Nope baby, I will rush to the office just

to fill in some paperwork then come back
later.

Me: Okay.

I sighed and rested my back on the pillow

shutting my eyes, letting sleep take over
me.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
A knock came through my ward before the
person walked in I looked up and saw
Mpendulo and Amanda Lugalo, they look
good together.

Amanda: Hey, you must be Ayola?

Me: Yes umm, ohh my gosh sorry for being

forward but umhle.

Amanda: Enkosi. Ohh this is my husband,

Mpendulo Lugalo.

Me: I know him. What I mean is I know both

of you.

They looked at me confused I sighed and

looked down to my fingers.
Me: I am Inathi’s friend, well ex friend now.

Mpendulo: What the hell do you want? Your

friend sent you to fight her battles-

Amanda: Mpendulo, let her talk.

Me: I’m not fighting anyones battles, I’m just

trying to help you both out.

I told them everything and I mean

everything that happened between me and
Inathi, they were shocked to a point that
when I was done talking it was like they
were not here.
Me: I get that I don’t have proof, but I’m
sure you will believe me since nibona I’m in
the hospital bed. I can always tell the doctor
to show you my results too, nizobona uba I
was really poisoned.

Amanda: So Inathi is trying to use dark

magic to destroy my marriage?

Mpendulo: Even if she does, her evilness

won’t work on us.

Amanda: I know but still ndiyoyika! What if

she goes to a point of killing my baby?

She hugged her belly and my guess was

that she is pregnant.
Me: I’m not trying to cause problems but I
just wanted you guys to be on the look out.

Mpendulo: Jonga enkosi Ayola and my

apologies for what happened to you.

Me: I will be fine. At least I know that

izinyanya zam and uthixo wam, bazondi
lwela.

The door burst open and my mother-in-law

walked in. As soon as her eyes landed on
Mpendulo and his wife, she stopped on her
tracks looking at them and smiled.

Maka Libo: Molweni.

Me: Ma, this is Amanda Lugalo and

Mpendulo Lugalo.
Maka Libo: I know who they are.

She came to my bedside and greeted them,

she held my hand still looking at them.

Maka Libo: Don’t worry yonke into izoba

right, Inathi won’t conquer what she is
trying.

Mpendulo: Ummm-

Maka Libo: I’m prophet don’t be confused.

Amanda: Can I ask? Would you please help

us ma, because ndiyoyika mna.
Maka Libo: Do you guys believe in
amadlozi?

Mpendulo: Ndikhula kwi family that respects

tradition so ewe, mama.

Maka Libo: Good. Nina ke into funeke

niyenze kucela bani khusele and don’t
forget to pray.

They nod and she spoke to them more,

once my mother-in-law gets to that spiritual
realm than no can stop her. She has to say
what she has to say until she is done and
satisfied, the married couple left and I was
left with my mother-in-law.

Maka Libo: Uziva njani?

Me: Better than I deserve.

Maka Libo: I’m happy that you better,

ndifuna ukubona ungula makoti wam
wesiqhelo.

I giggled as she caressed my forehead, she

sat with me and we spoke about many
things.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
××××××

YONDI MNDINI.
It was night time and I was standing in front
of the mirror dressed in this sexy nightwear.
Bragadier was laying on the bed looking at
me, I giggled thinking about naughty things.
Ezile: Yhee Yondi, ufuna umitha baby?

Me: Hayi tshini.

Ezile: If uzo lala nam unxibe njalo, ndizoku

mpompa sperms mna umithe baby.

Me: Yhoo, Ezile! Ndinxibe ntoni ke?

Ezile: Unondrokwe tshini!

We both laughed, mxm phambene lona. He

came and stood behind me giving me a
hug. We looked at each other through the
mirror smiling, dyum emathandweni guys.
Ndi deep and there is no turning back.

Ezile: Hayi bayazala abanye oomama.

Me: But bona they are rotten.

Ezile: Unyoko wandizalela umntu ofresh

and omnandi, umntu otyekayo.

Me: I’m sexy andithi, baby?

Ezile: I mean like duh.

I giggled and he kissed my neck, he turned

me to him and looked at me deep in the
eyes before we shared a kiss. I moaned as
he spanked my ass, I pulled out the kiss.

Ezile: What’s the story between you and

your mother?
Me: I guess this is the part where I tell you
about my past?

Ezile: Please baby, do tell me themba lam.

I sighed and he pulled me to the bed, we

were still at the retreat. I sat on the bed and
he took a small chair and sat in front of me
holding my hands.

Ezile: Ugrand?

Me: Ndizoba grand, Guluva.

Ezile: Just know that ndiyaku ncanwya ne?

I nod and he gave me a long peck, I think
he was trying to calm me down and I found
that cute.

Me: So mna I grew up living with my mother

and stepfather, it was such a nightmare. My
mother only cared about money and softlife,
she was your typical slay queen.

Ezile: “Was” Is she dead now?

Me: Ewe she is dead and I’m glad she is,

ngoba she was already dead to me ngoku
ephila.

He kissed my palms listening to me like a

toddler being read a bedstory.
Me: So I was treated like trash in my
mother’s presence, she couldn’t care less. I
always asked her about my father and she
used to lie and paint him as a monster,
kanti uyayazi she is the reason my father
wasn’t in my life.

I kept telling him about my past and how I

grew up, then it came to a part where I had
to tell him about the arranged marriage I
was in.

Me: At the age of 19, I got married off to a

guy who was 6 years older than me. He
had a wife and to my surprise his wife and I
were close, he was abusive he would beat
us up every chance he got. I tried reaching
out to my mother and his parents about the
abuse but they turned a blind eye.
Ezile: So uthi le gavi abused you for fun?
And your mother didn’t give a fuck?

Me: Ewe. One day I found out ndi pregnant,

that same day be came home and beat the
hell out of me and I had a miscarriage. I
decided to up and leave, runway and start
afresh and I did. I met my biological father
and here I am, ndingu Yondi Mndini.

Ezile: I’m sorry baby, you’ve been through a

lot.

Me: I’m okay now. See why ndingafuni

utshata? Ngoba I’m afraid things might go
from happy to sour.

Ezile: Baby, I am nothing like your ex

husband.
Me: I know qha luloyiko, I don’t want to find
myself in that kind of situation again.

He sighed and gave me a hug, I smiled

slumming in his arms. He kissed my
forehead…

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda uyevha,

Mafungwashe ?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Guluva wam.

Ezile: Futhi I will protect you no matter

what, don’t you ever doubt or question my
love for you.
I nod and gave him a kiss, ndoda yam who
isn’t afraid to tell me he loves me every
second and minute of the day.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
Me: So uthi ndithini?

Teddy: Stop yonke lento, before blood get

spilled.

I sighed thoughtfully, but I do like Dayimani

njena? Or is Teddy right, inoba ndivukelwa
bubufebe sozuve.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 98.
YONDI MNDINI.
Well I am back at work, the romantic retreat
really did bring me peace and now I’m back
to the forever smiling Yondi everyone
knows. I was now at lunch with Teddy.

Teddy: Girl, when last did you talk to

Kumkani Tofu?

Me: Tjoo kudala mntase, I even forgot

about him.

Teddy: So are you still going to be friends

with him?

Me: I don’t think so mntase, because it will

bring unnecessary drama.
Teddy: How I wish you could also talk some
senses to Liyema, tjoo!

Me: Haibo, what happened?

I asked him before throwing a fry in my

mouth, he chuckled and told me about
Liyema, Nkosi and Dayimani.

Me: Tjooo, honestly mntase andifuni

uzingena mna.

Teddy: Tshini why?

Me: I feel like we should let Liyema do her,

plus us talking about her without her
presence feels like siyamhleba.
Teddy: Hayi rhaa andihlebi! Liyema has to
stop this before it escalates to worse,
Dayimani is a very good gent and he
doesn’t deserve yonke lento.

I giggled and watch him go on about how

this makes him angry. We went back to
work after lunch, I got a text from Ezile
telling me he miss me. Well it’s been a
week without seeing each other because of
work, we do call each other but that is not
enough for him.

Anam: Ohh bantase, you back!

Teddy: Yes we back, yintoni ingxaki?

Anam: The boss said he wants to see both
of you in his office when you back from
lunch.

Me: Okay, enkosi for informing us.

She smiled and nod walking back to her

table, I looked at Teddy and he sighed.

Teddy: Xa ucinga what’s this all about?

Me: The only way to find out is if we go to

him.

Teddy: Masambe, ndasuke nda anxious.

He took my hand on his as we walked to

Mpendulo’s office, we knocked and got in
only to find him talking on a phone call. I
closed the door and we sat down on the
chairs waiting for him to wrap up his phone
call. When he was done he looked at us
smiling.

Mpendulo: Yondi, Teddy. It’s good to see

you both.

Teddy: Its good to see you, but what is this

meeting about?

Me: Yeah I would also like to know?

Mpendulo: Both of you relax, I called you

here to assign you two on a mission.

Me: Mission as in…

Mpendulo: You are going to work together
on a story, I just got a scope about the
killings happening in this lokshin.

Teddy: What happened to not wanting me

and Yondi, work on the same story?

Mpendulo: I changed my mind, ndifuna

ubona the fire you both bring when working
together.

Teddy and I smiled looking at each other

then we looked at Mpendulo again, he
chuckled giving us a smile.

Mpendulo: Ninga dlali ke, I’m only giving

you a week to complete this story.
Teddy: Ohh trust us, we will be done before
due date.

Me: Yeap, plus we are confident about le

teamwork yethu.

Mpendulo: Another thing be careful,

townships tend to get very dangerous.
Instead of using your cars to travel there,
take one of the company cars.

We gave him a nod and he went through

the scope with us, when we were about to
leave he stopped me.

Mpendulo: Aaa Yondz, a word please?

Me: Okay.
Teddy continued walking out and shut the
door behind him, I sat down while
Mpendulo stared at me.

Mpendulo: I saw your email about

launching your new business. I haven’t
been really okay since I received the email,
does that mean you are resigning?

Me: Resigning? No, I’m not resigning.

He sighed in relief which made me smile

looking at him confused.

Mpendulo: Thank God, bendine stress that I

will be losing my best journalist.
Me: I might be a owner of a business soon,
but that doesn’t mean I will disown my job. I
love working for you even though udika
sometimes.

He looked at me shocked before we shared

a laugh, we spoke for sometime before I
went back to work.
·
·
I was still at work, Teddy and I were having
a discussion on how we will go about this
new story we were assigned to do.

Me: So uthi we should go to the township

everyday and collect information from
different people?

Teddy: Yes, injalo.

Me: Okay ndiyeva, but just for safety
reason. I think we shouldn’t question too
many people, funeke sikhethe a few.

Teddy: True that, plus we should have

pepper sprays with us just in case.

Me: Yeap, I’m glad we working on this

together.

Teddy: Kuvuya mna babes, I want us to

make the best out of this so Mpendulo
could give us more assignments together.

I giggled and we went on discussing our

assignment, once me and Teddy get in that
work zone we get very serious. Few hours
later, we knocked off and I couldn’t wait to
get to my house so that I can take a bath
and sleep.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
I parked my car in the garage and pressed
the remote closing my gate and garage, I
step out my car and stretched myself before
collecting my things. I walked in the house
using the aluminium door in my garage, that
leads me through the lounge of my house.

Me: Home sweet home.

I smiled walking to my room and threw my

stuff on the bed, before going to the ensuite
for a quick piss. My phone rang and I stood
up wiping myself then flashed, before
washing my hands and went to pick up my
ringing phone. I smiled seeing that it was
my man calling…

Me: Guluva wam?

Ezile: Hey baby, wenzani?

Me: I just got home, wena?

Ezile: I’m on my way to you, baby wam.

Me: Okay ke, I love you.

Ezile: I love you too, sweetheart.

I end the call and bit my lower lips blushing

then walked out my room, going to the
kitchen to pour myself a Cranberry juice. It’s
been a week without seeing Ezile, but it
feels like a year…30 minutes later, he was
here nyani looking good in his suit and
smelling great.

Me: Baby, my handsome man.

Ezile: Aww NoGorgeous wam, unjani?

Me: I’m good. I missed you Ezile, it’s been

a week without seeing you.

Ezile: I missed you too, I hate how our jobs

are keeping us away from each other.

He pulled me to him and gave me a mind

blowing kiss, I missed ezi lips zimnandi. We
pulled out after a few second. He looked at
my hair and touched it smiling.
Ezile: Awumhle this colour looks good on
you.

I blushed and he gave me a peck, I had a

24 inch Wine Red in colour straight frontal
and I knew this colour would look good on
me when I had it installed.

Me: Enkosi baby.

Ezile: Ndizoku landa.

Me: Where are we going?

Ezile: We going out for dinner, but soqhala

siye kwa Akhona.
Me: What’s happening phaya?

Ezile: Well uzobona xa siphaya, I love you.

Me: I love you too.

He kissed me and I grabbed my house keys

and phone, before we walked out the house
hand in hand talking.
·
·
We were now all gathered at Akhona’s
house, all Bragadier’s friends were here
with my friends too except Liyema.

Me: Okay, what is going on?

Mpumi: Ask chomi, nam le ndifuna uyazi
ngoba andazi.

Akhona: We are here so that we can inject

you ladies with a GPS chip.

Me: Haibo, are we at the point where you

guys are trying to track our every move
ngoku?

Ezile: Baby it’s for a good cause trust us,

this way we will be able to find you easily
should any of our enemies try kidnapping
you.

I sighed and nod in understanding, but why

isn’t Liyema here yena.
Busi: Himani do these GPS implants have
side effects? Singabine xhala loba simithi
kanti zi side effects zalento.

We laughed at her question, tjuu uMaBusi

how did she even think about that.

Mahle: No Busi, akho side effects.

Siyakha: Good ngoba I already go through

enough side effects.

I think that was a slip of tongue hence she

pressed her lips together and opened her
eyes in shock. The ladies and I looked at
her as Mahle frowned, ohh I hope they
won’t gunpoint us to tell them about
Siyakha’s depression. Why don’t she just
tell Mahle kuphele…
Mahle: Yaya, what side effects are you
talking about?

Mpumi: Uhm..female things. Periods to be

more specific.

Teddy: I don’t get periods but let me tell you

guys about those side effects.

Andile: Hayi, hayi Teddy! Don’t even

please, don’t go there.

We giggled at how his face looked, that was

a smart save. Akhona went on and chipped
us with the GPS implants, I still don’t get
why Liyema is excluded kuyo yonke lento. I
hate it manyani shame.
Mpumi: What about Liyema, why isn’t she
here with us?

Me: My thoughts exactly.

Teddy: Ewe I mean she also deserves to be

injected with a tracking GPS.

Nkosi: Why because she is not our

responsibility.

Busi: Well she is our friend. Thina we are

married and dating amagintsa so uya
bandakanyeka kwi enemy zenu, because of
us.

Nkosi: If only she agreed to be my girlfriend

when I asked her to be naye, qha waske
wandixelela ulwatha.
He rolled his eyes and his friends chuckled.

Nkosi: By the way chomi yenu ndiyicengile

to come and get the implant, but she didn’t
want to.

Sive: And we won’t force her to get it. But

nina if beningafuni, besizoni nyanzela
nithanda ninga thandi.

I sighed and looked at Teddy, he already

looked at me with those eyes that say “we
have to talk to Liyema”. When we were
done Bragadier and I left to our dinner date,
we went to one of those expensive
restaurants. I missed indoda yam, the fact
that we both have busy schedules is
frustrating. Our order came and he ate from
his steak, he looked at me chewing with a
disgusted face before spitting the steak out
on a tissue.

Me: Hayi, yintoni ngoku?

Ezile: I think they serving us ukutya

okubolileyo, baby.

Me: Hayi wena baby, suthetha nonsense.

Ezile: No ndi serious.

He clenched his jaws taking a sip from his

Brandy, I chuckled and cut a piece from my
steak and threw the piece in my mouth
before chewing on it.
Me: Ezile, nothing is wrong with this steak.

Ezile: Iva le yam, just try mine.

I tried his steak and nothing was wrong with

it.

Me: It taste good, hayi sthandwa sam suba

ungrateful.

Ezile: I’d rather starve shame, asoze nditye

lento mna.

Me: Seyo drama, why une drama.

Ezile: Ngaske uhambise unye nje utya

ukutya oku expired.
I giggled looking at this man, is he serious
right now?

Me: Tell you what? Let’s exchange plates

ke.

Ezile: Okay, futhi your steak looks more

juicy than mine.

I giggled as we exchange our plates, he ate

the steak that was meant to be mine and
chewed it closing his eyes enjoying.

Ezile: Yabona, now this one taste good.

Marvellous baby, marvellous.

Me: Sadiki nje.

THE JOURNALIST.
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YONDI MNDINI.
I was wearing my navy blue woman power
suit and nude red bottom heels, I feel like I
looked good and ndi ready for this day. I got
a call from my man wishing me a good day
and telling me he loves me, before I walked
out the house.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was at work as Teddy and I prepared for
our first apperance at the township.

Teddy: Yhuu mntase, I am looking forward

for this day.

Me: I know right? Ngaske sifumane valid

information ke.
Teddy: And ke! I’m driving ke peto,
ndagqibela kudala uqhuba la Polo ye
company.

I chuckled and cleared my desk, once we

were done we went to the car and off we
went. While in the car we were having
some conversations, I was the one driving
and Teddy said he will drive when we come
back.

Teddy: Yazi Liyema needs to be knocked

back to her senses.

Me: Chomi, Liyema is old enough to make

her own decisions.
Teddy: Kodwa do you realize that kuyo
yonke lento, she is being selfish.

Me: How so?

Teddy: Stringing Dayimani along, using him

to hurt Lukholo.

Me: Teddy, let us not involve ourselves. I

mean ndi sure she knows what she is
doing.

Teddy: Hayi mntase, oksalayo she is

wrong.

I sighed and shook my head while focusing

on the road. Am I a bad friend for not
wanting to get involved? I mean if she feels
like what she is doing is right, akafuni
unqandwa who am I to stop her.

Me: What am worried about though is the

fact that she refused to get the GPS
implant.

Teddy: Ndizo thetha noLiyema, I am the

mother of our friendship kakade.

Me: Am I wrong for not wanting to get

involved?

Teddy: No, you not. Nam ngendi yeka, but I

just don’t want Dayimani to get hurt kuyo
yonke lento.

Me: Yhr I mean he is a cool gent. What if

Liyema genuinely loves him though?
Teddy: Akho love phaya! Uzobona wena,
she will start being sneaky with Nkosi and
then izoba yenye mess.

I chuckled and stopped at the traffick light,

my phone rang and I answered putting it on
loudspeaker.

Me: Yondi Mndini, hello?

Voice: Yondi, hey ndim uKumkani.

Teddy and I looked at each other, why is he

calling me with a different number.

Me: Hey, are you back from your business

trip?
Kumkani: Ewe, I came back few days ago.
Can we meet?

Me: I can’t mfethu, I am swamped up with

work.

Kumkani: Please, I just miss spending time

with you chomi.

Me: Look can we talk later? I am kind of

driving ngoku.

Kumkani: Okay, I will call you again.

I end the call and drove off once the robots

opened, Teddy chuckled and clapped once.
Me: Yintoni?

Teddy: What are you going to do about

him?

Me: Obviously I will have to end our

friendship, male friends can sometimes be
a problem xa ujola.

Teddy: True that. Bragadier angam gximfa

anye uKumkani, yabona wena you have all
senses. Unlike Liyema…

Me: Teddy…enough about Liyema ngoku,

haibo.

Teddy: No because she is frustrating me.

I giggled before he switched on some
music, well there was a USB that was
already here and it had Umbaqanga. We
kept singing the songs we know and
laughed.
·
·
We were now at the township, interviewing
some few people. Obviously my voice
recorder was on and this other woman was
generous enough to allow us park our car in
her yard.

Me: So nithi ezi killings ziqale nini?

Lady: Hello ndingu Nombutho, ezi killings

ziqale 2 weeks back! We thought it was
something that will pass but everyday a
body is discovered.
Teddy: Do this person kill abantu in the
same way?

Man: Hayi, he/she kills them in a different

way. Last week a teenager was found in
pieces.

Damn! That is brutal I looked at Teddy who

sighed next to me dotting everything down,
while I recorded.

Me: So lomntu ubulala both genders ?

Them: Yesss! And siyoyika kengoku thina!

Teddy: Yimani kaloku, one person at a time

asizoniva kakuhle.
Lady: We need amapolisa to help us find
the culprit, because once we find we will
take matters to our hands.

Guy: Ewe!

Teddy: Do one of mind showing us where

the recent body was found?

Guy: I will, follow me ladies.

We nod and followed the guy leaving the

group of people we were standing with
argue about the killings.
Guy: Igama ngu Sphumelele, I wouldn’t
mind being your tour guide oko xanize
apha.

Me: Hayi kanti wena bhuti, subana stress

we don’t need a tour guide.

Teddy: And nyani, wena why do you have

bite marks on your wrist?

I looked at the guys wrist and the bite

marks were fresh, I frowned as he
chuckled.

Sphumelele: This? Well I was fighting with

one of my brother’s last night, mjita can’t
fight so he bit me.
Me: You should have that cleaned, before
ubene infection.

Sphumelele: I will do so.

He showed us where the recent body was

found, but to my surprise Captain Thola and
his team were here doing their job.

Teddy: Awww Captain!

Captain: Nifuna ntoni apha? This is a place

of a crime scene.

Me: We just here on business nathi lile you.

Captain: Do you realize that you two can

mess up evidence?!
Teddy: Njani?

Me: Khona evidence eseniyi fumene?

Because as far I’ve bayakhalaza abantu
bathi anenzi nix.

A woman who looked a bit disturbed came

to us, she grabbed my wrist and looked at
my access card dangling around my neck.

Woman: You a journalist!

Teddy: And then?

Woman: I know who the killer is-

Sphumelele: Mamvulane, please don’t
disturb abantu.

Woman: No the killer is amongst us! He is

laughing at our faces!

Captain: Uright lo mama?

Sphumelele: No she is mentally disturbed,

so we shouldn’t believe everything she
says.

Me: No but the fear in her eyes, what if she

knows something nyani?

Mamvulane: I do! Ndiyayazi-

Sphumelele: I think ndizo godusa
Mamvulane, she lives just around the
corner and xa enje it means she didn’t take
her dose.

Mamvulane: No, hima…

Sphumelele: It’s okay, masambe magriza.

He held her hand and pulled her away, I

watch them as they disappear.

Teddy: Yondi uright?

Me: I think la mama knows something.

Captain: Wena Yondi and your friend, leave

apha ngoba you are disturbing us.
Teddy: We have access to be in a crime
scene, nazi access card zethu.

Captain: I don’t care about those damn

access cards! Leave or ndizoni fokofisa nge
cuffs.

Me: No, Teddy let’s go I think that’s it for

today.

Teddy: Nxxx uyinja wena, Captain Thola!

Utsho ngo bhitya apha!

I pulled Teddy away and giggled at how he

kept insulting the captain, we walked to the
car and people kept greeting us when we
walked pass them.
Me: I think Mamvulane knows something.

Teddy: Ne? I mean she can’t just say all

that, plus la Sphumelele something is not
make sure ngaye.

Me: Did you see the bit marks on his wrist?

Tjoo ingathi zibuhkungu.

We kept talking as we walked to the car, we

thanked the woman for allowing us to park
in her yard. Teddy went as far as asking if
we allowed to park in her yard everytime we
come, she didn’t mind at all.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was meeting up with Kumkani at a coffee
shop, it was lunchtime and I craved for
some coffee and muffins. I found Kumkani
already there, I smiled and we shared a
brief hug before I sat down.

Me: Hey, you look good.

Kumkani: I was about to say you look

gorgeous, but you beat me to it.

I giggled and the waitress came, we placed

our orders and she left.

Me: So why did you want to meet?

Kumkani: Haibo is it a sin to meet with your

friend when you last saw her weeks back?

Me: Kumkani…
I sighed and looked at him, he frowned
looking at me not the angry frown but the
confused kind of frown.

Kumkani: Why do I have a feeling that you

about to tell me something bad?

Me: It will depend on how you will take this.

We can’t be friends anymore…

Kumkani: Haibo? Yondi, why?

Me: Ngoba I have a man and kengoku I feel

like it’s good to have male friends while
ndikwi relationship.

Kumkani: Is your boyfriend controlling you?

Me: Suphambana, no he is not. I mean
wena would you allow your girlfriend to
have male friends?

He kept quiet and looked at me blinking.

Me: See. Indoda yam doesn’t even know

about you, mna I am saving you from being
known by him.

Kumkani: So wena uzama uthi ndiyi threat

kwi relationship yakho?

Me: Maybe. We once had a moment

Kumkani-

Kumkani: So you fear we might share a

moment again?
Me: Uyi ndoda so obviously, uzofika kula
point where you will have sexual thoughts
about me.

He sighed and held the bridge of his nose,

so andixoki? He does have sexual fantasies
about me…

Me: Andifuni ukufaka engxakini, my man is

known for bad things yena and his friends.

Kumkani: Who is this man of yours?

Me: Bragadier, ndi sure that uyamazi.

Kumkani: I do, but does your line of work

allow you to date igintsa eli dangerous?
Me: My personal life has nothing to do with
my work life. So please respect my
decision, we can’t be friends anymore.

Kumkani: Okay, I guess this will be our one

last dine together. I will miss you though,
especially going to the golf course with you.

Me: If fate decide maybe we will bump to

each other kwi golf course.

Our order came and we spoke more, I

invited him to my business launch and he
told me he will be there. I mean just
because we not friends now, ayithi lonto we
have bad blood.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I looked at my little sister as she slowly
walked to the car, ndi sure she is
embarrassed that I caught her kissing a guy
but I will sort her out xa ndifika kwam. She
opened the backseat and got in, I chuckled
and texted Yondi to meet me at my house.

Me: So nina niya ncamisana kwesi skolo

sakho, Nikitha?

Nikitha: Bhuti it’s not what you think.

Me: Okay, sharp. Where is your twin

brother?
Nikitha: I’m sure he is on his way here.

Just then the passengers side opened and

my little brother came in smiling like a fool.

Me: Yhr kwedini.

Luvuyo: Hello brother, ugrand?

Me: Sharp wena, mninawa?

Luvuyo: Well played bhuda. And then wena

Nikki, why uthule?

Me: Une stress ngoba ndimbaqe emunca

enye laaitie.
Luvuyo looked at Nikki, I chuckled and
drove my car to my house. I could see
Nikitha was panicking and ndizom betha
anye nyani, umncinci for ujola lomntu.

Me: I want you 2 to meet someone, then

ndizoni godusa after.

Luvuyo: Who is that?

Nikitha: Bhuti ndiyayazi you just want to hit

me wena, I swear what you saw means
nothing.

Me: Andithi nam ndithe sharp, Nikitha?

She sniffed and looked out the window, I

chuckled while clenching my jaws. A while
later we arrived at my house, Luvuyo and I
stepped out the car while Nikitha remained
there.

Me: Haibo, get out of the car.

Nikitha: Uzondi betha wena.

Me: Wena wenze ntoni?

Luvuyo: Bhuda come on, forgive her

please.

I walked in the house leaving them there,

ndizom betha kanti. She is fucken 14 years
old to be dating, I went straight to my room
to get a belt and when I went back to the
lounge I found them there. Nikitha quickly
stood up scared as she saw me wrapping
the belt around my hand.
Me: Uyaphi Nikki?

Nikitha: Bhuti please, I swear he is just my

friend.

Me: So wena, you kiss your friends ude

ubagwencele.

I took a step closer swayed the belt as she

ran away, it hit her hip and she screamed
rubbing where it hit.

Me: Izapha Nikitha.

Yondi: Ezile, umenzani umntana?

I looked at her as she stood there folding
her arms, Nikitha quickly ran to stand
behind Yondi who was looking at me.

Me: Baby, lomntana uyajola.

Yondi: So?

Me: Baby, una 14 lomntu! She is very

young to be dating.

Yondi: But ayithi lonto mbethe, hayi Ezile

no.

I sighed and clenched my jaws looking at

my little sister, she was crying and she
looked afraid. My brother went to Yondi and
gave her a hug.
Luvuyo: Aww sis Yondz, it’s good to see
you again.

Yondi: Hello, nana.

Me: Again?

Yondi: Ewe they once visited me when I

was at the hospital.

Me: So there is no need for me to introduce

you guys?

Luvuyo: Nope. We already know her, Nikki

come let’s go and get something to drink.
Nikitha hugged Yondi before she went to
the kitchen with Luvuyo, I walked to my
woman smiling.

Yondi: Uncuma ntoni?

Me: Haibo, I love you njena.

Yondi: Hayi wena, why uzobetha umntana

instead of talking to her?

Me: Uzomamela xa ethethiswa? Ufuna

bhanti lamntu.

She chuckled as I wrapped my hands

around her waist, I kissed her neck sniffing
her perfect scent and she giggled.
Yondi: You have to apologize to her.

Me: Why?

Yondi: Umbethile, ufuna akoyike?

Me: No is it bad that I’m trying to protect her

from getting heartbroken?

Yondi: All you had to do is sit her down and

talk, not umbethe.

Me: Okay ke, ndizoxolisa. Ndiyaku thanda

Yondi, mfondini.

She smiled and pulled me by my chin and

kissed me, we got disturbed by someone
clearing their throat. I spanked my woman
before pulling out…

Luvuyo: Tjoo bhuti, what are you trying to

show us?

Me: Hayi tsek wena. Nikki can we talk?

Nikitha: Uzondi betha?

Me: No, I just want to talk nawe.

She looked at Yondi who gave her a smile

and nod, eshee uzotefela umntu wam
kengoku.

Luvuyo: Haike, let me stay with sisi omhle

sincokole.
Yondi: Ohh hayi Luvuyo, what do you have
there?

They sat on the couch and spoke as

Luvuyo opened the packet of Lays, I took
my little sister’s hand and led her to my
study. Once we were in I told her to sit
down on the chair, while I sat on the table.

Me: Nikitha?

Nikitha: Bhuti?

Me: Ndijonge xa ndi thetha nawe.

She looked at me and I cleared my throat.

Me: Uyajola nala ntwana?

Nikitha: No bhuti, I swear we are not dating.

Me: Xa ujola uzondixelele moc?

She kept quiet and looked down to her

hands, playing with her fingers.

Me: I don’t want you to be scared of me.

Ndingu bhuti wakho, my fear is that you will
get heartbroken and you still young for that.

Nikitha: Ndiyakuva bhuti.

Me: Yayazi andikho good kwezi weii ze

prep talks, but percentage ye teenage
pregnancy is high. And andifuni ubekhona
kulo percentage, siyevana?

Nikitha: Ewe, bhuti ndivile.

Me: Iza ke, come hug ubhuti wakho.

She quickly stood up and came to me, she

cried as I held her in my arms. I sighed
kissing her forehead…

Me: Sundoyika and I’m sorry for ukubetha.

She nod and once she was calm we walked

out the study to the lounge, I could she was
relieved. She ran to Yondi and sat on her
lap before hugging her, Yondi giggled and I
smiled watching my siblings fight over the
love of my life. I’m glad she is loved by my
family, otherwise mna bendizoba shiya
banye if they didn’t love my woman.

Me: Anilambanaga?

Nikitha: Please bhuti, tjooo!

Me: I will order some food ke, gqiba kwenu

ukutya niya goduka mawele.

Luvuyo: Nizokwenza ntoni noMaYondi?

Me: Tsek kwedini, tsek!

I threw a pillow at him and took my phone

to make an online order, they all told me
what they wanted and that was settled. I
kept checking out Yondi as she spoke with
my little siblings, she caught me staring at
her and I winked at her making her blush.
Fuck ndiyamthanda lomntu rhaaa!
·
·
A while later Yondi and I were all alone, she
won’t be sleeping over because we have
work tomorrow. I took my siblings home
and made sure they are safe. I spanked her
ass and she giggled as we took a shower
together, I miss being inside her.

Me: Mmm baby, your body is perfect shame

andifuni noxoka.

Yondi: You always compliment and veske

ndibeno msindo when you don’t.

Me: Umsindo ngowa ntoni?

Yondi: Uyi ndoda yam, so you should throw
compliments my way noba ndivuza
umfinya.

I laughed and she turned me around so that

she can scrub my back, kumnandi
uthandwa bethuna.

Yondi: Azi sexy mpundu, haibo!

Me: Yabona ke baby, sizoxabana kakubi.

She giggled and I closed my eyes enjoying

her scrub my body, yaxoka lona she is
sleeping over. I mean she has her side of
the closet in my room, so akazo bane
excuse yogoduka. She kissed my back
making me blush, minutes later we were
done showering. We walked out the ensuite
with towels wrapped around our body’s, I
was so horny. Futhi it’s been a week we
haven’t had sex, I miss being deep inside
her.

Me: Baby, ndicela impundu?

Yondi: Does this mean I’m sleeping over?

Me: Ewe, please tuu.

She stood on her toes and kissed me, I

kissed her back picking her up and walked
towards the bed. I ran my hand on her thigh
she clenched her thighs together, I pulled
out and looked at her.

Me: Vula amathanga sisi.

Yondi: Uzondi zuma kabuhlungu ne? I
know you wena, uzondi dlakaza.

Me: Kawuvule ndingene.

I chuckled and kissed her again, she

opened her I put her one leg on my
shoulder and muffed her. She moaned as I
kept pleasuring her with my tongue, she
squealed as I went harder on my muff
game.

Yondi: Fuck!

I unwrap the towel that was around my

waist as she wanted to orgasm, I stopped
muffing her and pulled her closer. My heart
raced as I slowly slid into her, she arched
her back moaning so melodious grabbing
on the bed covers. I groaned as her pussy
wrapped itself perfectly on my dick, once
half of my dick was in I kissed her trying to
distract her from the pain. I grunt between
the kiss biting her lower lip as I pushed the
rest on my dick in one go.

Me: Shit, baby!

She dipped her manicure on my back

moaning, I gave her deep thrusts I got lost
in the intensifying pleasure and pound hard
in her. Xa ikuku imnandi, ivutha and I’tight
yidlakaze! Ndizofela kwi kuku yalo sisi mna,
uYondi Mndini soon to be Fanathi.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° on eating

our dinner over a light conversation, une
drama lonto umfana wakwa Fanathi but
ndiyam thanda ke.

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INSERT 101.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I woke up and prepared my daughter for
her day, she is going out with her father
since he asked to spend the day with her. I
didn’t mind ngoba he is the father after all
and I won’t deprive my daughter a father’s
love, when the father is willing to give it. I
dressed her in this cute nude tracksuit from
Earthchild clothing, and her cute baby
socks.
Me: Hello baby, hello baby girl.

I kept kissing her cute face, she cooed and

gave me a smile.

Me: Uzo hamba no daddy wena, ane?

I walk out with her just as the door bell

rang, I went to attend it and was met by the
devil himself.

Me: Lukholo, you early than I expected.

Lukholo: I just wanted to have more time to

spend with my daughter.

Me: Mmmm, ngena I will get her bag.

I gave him Iphemna, he smiled kissing her
forehead and this little girl smiled. I guess
she loves her father, imagine if I refused
Lukholo access to her life? I went and got
her baby bag then gave it to Lukholo, he
thanked me and looked at me.

Lukholo: Umhle, I-

Me: Ndicela uhambe. Awuzelanga mna

apha, uzele uIphemna.

He nod and left with his daughter, I sighed

and grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it
before chugging it down my throat.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m bored in
this fucken house, just then my phone rang
and I picked it up.

Me: Yondi, baby!

Yondi: Hey Lee, ukhona ?

Me: Ewe mntase, what’s up?

Yondi: Can I visit you after I knock off?

Me: Sure, ungeza. I miss you futhi.

Yondi: Okay see you then, ndiku phathele

ntoni?

Me: A chocolate cake would do, please.

Yondi: Sharp ke, uzobona ngam.

We bid goodbyes and I smiled, when I first

met Yondi the first thing I thought was “this
one is a good friend, just by looking at her”
and I was right. Beyonce wethu bethuna..

Me: Ngubani lowo?

I asked as someone opened and closed my

front door, I quickly stood up but paused as
I saw Dayimani show up.

Me: Baby, you scared me.

Dayimani: Sorry mamkhe, where is the little

princess?
Me: Your brother was here to take him.

Dayimani: Which give us enough time to

spend together.

Me: Haaa baby, andikho kwi mood for sex.

Dayimani: Who said anything about sex?

I giggled as he walk to me smirking, I

giggled and ran away as he ran after me.
He caught me and hugged me from behind
kissing my neck, before tuning me to look at
him.

Dayimani: Hey.
Me: Hey, unjani?

Dayimani: Good now that I see you.

I smiled and gave him a kiss, I like him

shame not sure about love but like.

Me: You off?

Dayimani: Nope, just thought I should pop

up and see you before going to a meeting
out of town.

Me: Out of town?

Dayimani: Ewe, I’m going for 2 days.

Me: Why are you only telling me this now?

Dayimani: It was a last minute thing, uxolo
baby.

Me: As long as uzobuya uphelele.

He smiled and we spend the 1 hour

together, before he told me he has to go.
·
·
I opened my front door and jumped on
Yondi, she laughed hugging me back.

Me: Baby, unjani?

Yondi: Hey. Ndiright wena?

Me: I’m awesome, uya glow.a mfazi!

Yondi: Ndi happy, mntase. Where is my
little bestie?

She asked as I closed the door and we

walked further in the house, I saw the
Woolworths plastic full of snacks and one
big paperbag.

Me: She is with her father, he asked to

spend the day with her.

Yondi: Good ngoba I want us to talk.

I looked at her make herself comfortable on

the couch, she smiled handing me the
Woolworths plastic. I squealed in
excitement looking at the snacks, I offered
her something to drink and went to get it. I
will need something to wet my throat,
because when she is on some “serious talk
mode” there is no switching her off. I got the
juice and she thanked me when I gave it to
her, I sat down and she took a sip before
looking at me smiling.

Yondi: So I heard you and Dayimani are a

thing?

Me: Yes we are.

Yondi: What about Nkosi?

Me: Nkosi was a mistake, I swear.

Yondi: Yet you fantasize about that

mistake?
I kept quiet and looked at her blinking, she
smiled and came to sit next to me holding
my hands.

Yondi: Lee talk to me, tell me what you feel

I won’t judge you.

Me: I’m not sure what I feel. I don’t love

Dayimani, but I like him. I think Teddy was
right, he is my tool to hurt Lukholo.

Yondi: Wena what do you think?

Me: I think if I end things with him ngoku, it

will hurt him and he will hate me forever.
Yondi: No matter how much it will hurt him,
tell him how you feel. It’s better that way
than stringing him along.

Me: What if he lashes at me?

Yondi: He won’t, just do the right thing

before it is too late. What about Nkosi?

Me: What about him?

She gave me the “don’t you dare” look and I

giggled.

Me: I don’t know. I’m fantasizing about him

and ndi sure he wants nothing to do with
me ngoba I rejected him twice.
Yondi: Yazi ntoni?

Me: Yintoni?

Yondi: I say when Lukholo brings back your

daughter, sit down with him and have a talk.
You two never really had a serious talk after
what he did to you, so now you just trying to
find closure kwabanye.

I swallowed the lump on my throat.

Yondi: You going to hurt Dayimani by

stringing him along. You will fantasize about
Nkosi until those fantasies becomes reality,
uzokutya lamntu and he will come back for
more nawe umnike.

Me: That is what Teddy also said.

Yondi: Teddy wasn’t lying ke. Ngoba what
you doing is not fair, have a real talk with
Lukholo and find closure. Then from there
you will see yonke into yakho izocaca, don’t
let hurt turn you into a hoe.

I sobbed letting my tears fall and she gave

me a hug, it hurts really bad and I haven’t
healed at all.

Me: It hurts Yondi, Lukholo really broke my

heart ngoba I really loved him.

Yondi: I know you did, it’s not your fault that

he cheated.
Me: He cheated on our wedding day, I will
always live with the fear of being cheated
on nge wedding day yam.

Yondi: It’s okay, let it all out mntase. I’m

here to comfort you.

Me: Did Lukholo ever love me? Futhi why

did he bother proposing and paying so
much thousands for a wedding he knew he
wasn’t going to attend.

Yondi: The only way to find out is if you sit

him down and ask him. Do it for your own
sake and sanity, don’t lose yourself
because of him.

Me: You right, I will talk to him.

Yondi: Ewe do that. Don’t punish Dayimani
for the sins of his brother, la njaa uLukholo
is the one who deserves that punishment.

I nod and she gave me a forehead kiss and

rubbed my back.

Me: Now I understand why you once

wanted to be a Therapist.

Yondi: Right? But circumstances made me

change, I studied journalism and I am so in
love with it.

Me: If you were given a chance to study

therapy would you?

Yondi: Nope. Ngoba ndi happy with what I

am.
I giggled and gave her a tight hug, she
returned the hug.

Me: Thank you for the talk, you are a friend

that everyone needs.

Yondi: Anytime baby. Now I want to ask

you something…

Me: What?

Yondi: Would you consider meeting

Akhona, so that he can inject you with the
GPS implant?

Me: Why, is it necessary?

Yondi: It is for your safety. Your friends are
busy with amagintsa, so which means
uzocaphazeleka in any enemy ordeal we
come across.

Me: Okay ke, but you have to be there

when I get chipped. Ndiyabo yika abaya!
Bayanquma and the fact that they are
dangerous gangsters is worse.

She giggled and we spoke for a while, she

gave me the big paperbag and it had baby
clothes. She always make sure she buys
my daughter clothes, umthanda ukufa.

[LATER THAT DAY.]

Lukholo came back with our daughter, I
noticed he also had a new haircut.
Lukholo: I hope awuzo qhumba, I kind of
took her to pierce her ears.

Me: You did what?

I looked at Iphemna and she looked cute in

those gold nobs.

Lukholo: Uxolo, I just couldn’t hold myself.

Plus naye she didn’t cry…

Me: They look good on her, but lomntu is

still a baby. Look at how red her ears are..

Lukholo: Ndibethe ke for trying to make our

daughter a lady.
I giggled and looked at Iphemna, who had
her eyes on me like she wanted to tell me
about her day.

Lukholo: Okay, let me go. I have a long ass

day tomorrow at work.

Me: If you can, ndicela ngomso uze we

need to talk.

He looked at me shocked and I gave him

the “I’m serious” stare.

Lukholo: I thought you once made it clear,

there is nothing we will talk about.

Me: I changed my mind. So uyavuma?

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I looked at him as he sat on the couch a
opposite me, he kept clenching his jaws.

Lukholo: Where is Iphemna?

Me: At my mother’s, I asked her to babysit

her for a few hours for me.

Lukholo: Meaning that this talk is about to

get real?

Me: Ewe. Ndifuna closure and I’m hoping

that I will find it.
Lukholo: Before we get into it awunayo
whiskey apha?

Me: The only whiskey I have is for indoda

yam and wena you are not that.

He nod his head and clench his jaws, I

gave him a intense stare.

Me: Why Lukholo? Why did you make a

fool out of me?

Lukholo: Lilly I swear andazi what

happened that day, I think she drugged me
or something.
I couldn’t help but cry so this guy is still
going to sit here and lie.

Me: Lukholo do you realize the fear you

instilled in me for getting married? I will
always live with the fear of being cheated
on nge wedding day yam!

I stood up breathing heavily and looked at

him crying.

Me: You broke my heart Lukholo, you made

me fear love because of what you did! Did
you even love me?

Lukholo: Liyema you know I loved you, I still

do futhi.
Me: Then why did you do me like that?
Embarrass me in front of everyone?
Sleeping with your damn ex on our wedding
day!

I took the remote and threw it his way, he

ducked and looked at me shocked.

Lukholo: Liyema. Andazi how I ended up in

bed with her, I swear she did something to
me. You know I would never hurt you like
that-

Me: When we were in a relationship, you

never once tell me that you love me. I was
the fool who always said those words, now
it is very clear that you never did!

Lukholo: Listen to me-

Me: Don’t come near me!

I moved back as he tried coming to me, I

was a crying mess and I felt like my chest
was closing in on me.

Me: Uyinja! Ungumqundu a spineless dog,

you don’t deserve the title of being called
indoda ngoba you are not that! I HATE
YOU LUKHOLO! If it wasn’t for Iphemna,
ngekudala ndakubulala bhuti ndini you are
a curse in my life! I regret ever meeting you
and agreeing to be yours…ndiyeke marn!

He held me to his arms and I tried fighting

him, but he didn’t let go I just wailed and
went down. He cried with me as we sat on
the floor hugging, my heart was in pain and
I began to struggle breathing. I fisted his
shirt and he panicked as I struggled
breathing.

Lukholo: Liyema? Baby? Shitt noo, no!

I felt him pick me up and rushing out the

house, I closed my eyes and let darkness
consume me.
·
·
I woke up to beeping machines, I tried
sitting up and Lukholo was the first person I
saw.

Me: Lukholo kwenzeke ntoni?

Lukholo: Ubunga kwazi uphefumla then you
collapsed.

Me: What did the doctor say the problem

is?

Lukholo: Andiyazi he just left apha claiming

to go and take your results at the lab.

I nod and laid back on the pillow closing my

eyes, my head hurts ndi sure it’s from the
crying. The doctor came in smiling and that
confused me, why encume ngathi ubona
kuku.

Me: Doc what is wrong with me?

Doctor: Well you had a little panick attack,
but the good news is you are 4 weeks
pregnant.

Lukholo&I: WHAT?!

Doctor: Yes you are 4 weeks preg-

Me: I want to do an abortion.

The doctor and Lukholo looked at me

shocked.

Me: Ndifuna abortion as soon as possible, I

can’t be pregnant while I still have a baby.

Doctor: Are you sure?

Me: 100% sure, when can I do it?

Doctor: Tonight but please consider

thinking this through.

The doctor walked out and Lukholo held my

hand, I looke at him.

Lukholo: Why are you aborting?

Me: Why do you care is not like you the

father.

Lukholo: Who is the father?

Me: Ayikufuni. You better not tell anyone

about this.
He shook his head and sat down on the
chair, he took out his phone and pressed it.

Me: You know, you could always leave.

Lukholo: No. I want to make sure you safe,

I know you hate me but I still care and love
you Liyema.

Me: Why did you cheat? Did I perhaps push

you to her arms? How many times did it
happen?

Lukholo: I didn’t cheat out of my own will

and you did nothing wrong. It only
happened that day, I swear.
Me: I will never heal from what you did. You
will be the reminder of my heartbreak, just
hope my daughter doesn’t take after you.

He sighed and stood up leaving the ward, I

closed my eyes thinking if will Dayimani be
happy or angry when he finds out I aborted
his baby. Why would I keep this baby
though? Because ndinaye umntana and I
won’t be able to manage two kids, what
about my job? Ngeke I’m aborting shame.
Lukholo better keep this between us…

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

They were cleaning me up, the abortion
was a success but they asked to keep me
for the night.
Nurse: Hayi sisi, usikhuphelani isisu une
ndoda entle kanje?

She said looking at Lukholo, who stood a

bit far from us talking on his phone.

Me: Akayo ndoda yam.

Nurse: Ohh meaning I can try my luck on

him.

Me: Do you sis. Are you guys done?

Nurse: Ewe we are done, I hope you won’t

live with guilt of doing this.

She pat my shoulder and walked out the

doctor came to stand next to me.
Me: Why am I being kept overnight?

Doctor: We just want to do some double

tests, to see if you won’t have any
complications with pregnancy in the future.

Me: Ohhh.

Doctor: May I ask why did you abort?

Couldn’t you at least sign up the kid for
adoption?

Me: As a doctor you suppose to be my

support system not some judge Judy.

He nod and Lukholo came to us, I looked at

him and he sighed.
Lukholo: I just got out a call with your
mother.

Me: You called my mother?!

Lukholo: Ndi sure she was worried why

ungade uyolanda umntana kodwa ku late?
So I had to tell her you were admitted.

Me: You told her about the abortion?

Lukholo: No, it’s not my story to tell but

yours.

Me: Good because this stays between us.

Call me selfish but I had to go on witj this
abortion, I did it for good reasons. Now the
only thing left is for me to break up with
Dayimani and concentrate on me and my
baby girl.

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××××××

INATHI MPUNGASE.
I looked at the doctor who was doing check
ups on me.

Me: I think I want to get a transfer and go to

a private hospital.

Doctor: Why?
Me: They will do a better job and find out
what it is wrong with my legs.

Doctor: They will tell you the same thing. I

think you should consider your parents
proposal and see a traditional healer.

Me: I WANT TO GET A TRANSFER TO A

PTIVATE HOSPITAL!

He looked at me bored and walked out. I

mean I also deserve to be in the private
hospital, Ayola can’t be thinking ndiyi lowlife
I want to show her nam I can afford the
private treatment. 30 minutes later, my
parents walked in looking frustrated.
Mama: Yontoni lena ndiyi vayo that you
want to be transferred to a Private
Hospital?

Me: Because I deserve to be there not

here!

Tata: You won’t go to no private hospital,

andizo mosha mali mna for umntu
onenkani.

Me: Tata can’t you see aba gqirha balapha

ababoni nix? Ndi sure at the private hospital
they will find something.

Tata: Uyayi afford Private Hospital? If you

can afford it hamba, akho ngxaki.
Me: I thought you guys would pay it for me,
andina mali mna andisebenzi.

Mama: Then stick to the public hospital ke,

asizova ngawe Inathi!

I looked at them and fold my arms frowning,

they didn’t give a fuck.

Tata: Nalapho you should get discharged

apha. They don’t see anything moc,
meaning wena uright.

Me: I can’t walk, are you trying to say

ndiyazenzisa?

Mama: If awuzenzisi consider seeing a

traditional healer as we said! Asina xesha le
tantrums zakho umdala Inathi, you are 24
years old! Masambe Tatekhaya.

She took my father’s hand and they walked

out, I screamed hitting my legs with
frustrations.
·
·
During the night while I was sleeping, I
opened my eyes and looked around but the
hospital lights were dim.

Me: Hello?

I tried to reach for the panick button but it

wasn’t there, it was oddly quite like no one
was here. Something hissed and I quickly
removed the hospital only to find Ngozi
between my legs, I screamed and got out of
the bed hospital bed.

Me: I can walk?

I smiled but quickly ran out because of that

damn snake, when I opened the door the
hospital had no one walking up and down. It
felt like ndim ndedwa who is in the building,
I noticed a shadow from a far.

Me: Hello? Ungubani…

My heart was racing next thing I know

something slimy was on my feet, I looked
down only to find worms. I screamed and
fell on the floor full of worms, I saw the
snake coming towards and I screamed
opening my eyes.
Me: NOOOO!

I jumped up and found a Nurse looking at

me shocked. I was sweating and breathing
heavily…

Nurse: It’s okay you were having a

nightmare.

Me: It felt real. My legs are they working?

She took a pen and I watch her press it

against my feet but I felt nothing, I tried
getting off the bed but I fell. The nurse
helped me back in bed and I looked at her
crying.
Me: Niyathakatha kwesi sbhedlele! I want to
be transferred to a Private Hospital!

Nurse: Sisi calm-

Me: Yhey marn fuckoff! PHUMA!

She hurried out leaving me cry wail, the

dream felt so real and for a second I was
happy that I could walk again.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° by in the

afternoon, let me leave ke.

He walked out the house, I could tell that he

was nervous and I just wanted to find some
answers. I kissed my daughter and admired
her, umhle lomntu yhoo.THE
JOURNALIST.
INSERT 103.
YONDI MNDINI.
Teddy and I were busy gossiping about one
of our colleagues Namhla.

Teddy: Yhuu mntase, ebe busy ehleba

uInathi for fucking a married man kanti naye
she is fucking umnyeni womntu.

Me: Eyyy wena the quiet ones are always

up to no good.

Teddy: Nam I once slept with indoda

etshatileyo, but noko mna I didn’t know that
Dumisani was married.
He looked behind me and opened his eyes,
I followed his eyes only to see my father
walking to our working stations. I stood up
and ran to his arms, he chukled and spun
me around.

Me: Tata ka Yondi, you back!

Tata: Yes baby, ixhego lakho libuyile.

He gave me a peck on the lips and I

giggled, he waved to Teddy who blew my
father a kiss.

Teddy: Ta Spizozo, unjani daddy?

Tata: Ndiright. So since ndibuyile, you and

Bragadier have to do la cleansing.
Me: I almost forgot about that enye into ndi
busy and bendiye nakwi romantic retreat.

Tata: I watched your stories and neza

lantwana yakho.

Me: Une number ka Bragadier?

Tata: Ewe tshini, ndine number ye ndoda

yakho.

I laughed and he asked me to walk him out,

it’s still in the morning so the breeze was
just perfect.

Tata: Kawutsho does he make you happy?

Me: Yes he does, more than happy futhi.

Tata: I’m glad he is treating you well.

Ndibona ne glow apha kuwe, caba he is
your skin care routine.

Me: Jonga! Uyila product ingafumaneki

nakwesiphi store.

We shared a laugh as we walked to his car,

I asked him about sis Babsie and he said
she was great. We spoke for a while and he
left, I have to remind Ezile about the
cleansing.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
The time is 11:00am, Teddy and I just
drove in the township to gather more
information about the killings.
Teddy: Yhuu chomi, ngaske ndibone
sigqibile with this story. I can’t stand
Captain Thola.

Me: Une zothe le la tata.

Out of nowhere Mamvulane came running

in front of the car, I quickly hit the brakes as
some people screamed. WHAT THE FUCK!

Teddy: Hayi li geza lo mama!

Everyone on the street were looking at the

drama Mamvulane was causing, she began
to bang on the car bonnet while looking at
me and Teddy. I notice she has a blue eye,
she didn’t have it izolo moc. I step out of the
car taking my access card and hanging it
around my neck.

Teddy: Yondi where are you going?!

Me: Mamvulane are you okay?

Mamvulane: Please the killer is amongst

us!

Me: Mama you keep saying that, why?

She held on to my waist and cried, I tried

calming her down as she shook ingathi she
is scared. Teddy looked at me shocked and
I shrugged.
Me: Mamvulane would you tell us who the
killer is?

Lady: Mama! Mama! Tjoo I’m so sorry for

this, Mamvulane ngu mama wam and she
is not mentally well.

Teddy: It’s okay. She keeps on saying she

knows who the killer is…

Lady: I know which is strange. Bhuti

Sphumelele came with her yesterday, but
she ran away before she could get in the
yard.

Me: Hi sisi, ndingu Yondi and this is my

friend Teddy we are Journalists.
I hand out my hand and she shook it
smiling.

Lady: Ndingu Nozibele, nice to meet you.

Me: I know this might come as too much,

but do you mind if we ask your mother a
few questions?

Nozibele: I don’t mind at all.

Mamvulane: Uthe uzondibulala nam if

andithuli.

Me: Okay ma, hima kancinci ndi park.e

moto so that sizoya kwakho sincokole ne?
Mamvulane: Ha.aa, hayi if uyandiyeka uzo
phinde andithathe.

Nozibele: Mama please she-

Mamvulane: Hayi, hayi shhh!

Teddy: Mntase it’s okay I will park the car

and get our things.

Me: Sizokulinda apha.

Mamvulane kept mumbling something as

she held on to my waist, I could see her
daughter was embarrassed and everyone
around kept whispering and looking over to
us.
Me: It’s okay Mamvulane, the killerwon’t
come.

Mamvulane: Uthe uzondibulala,

uzondibulala mna uMamvulane.

Teddy came back and we walked to

Mamvulane’s house, it was a distance but
worth it. Mamvulane was clinging onto me,
you know how townships people roll they
kept staring at us. Teddy and I kept making
conversation with Nozibele, she told us she
is 29 years old and she has never been
employed bust she has matric. She also
told us how she has to sleep with certain
men to get money for her mother’s
medication and something to eat at home.

We got to this RDP house, it’s where

Mamvulane and her daughter live. We
walked in the house and sat on the worn
out couch, Nozibele looked really
embarrassed and that made me sad.

Nozibele: I wish I could offer you both

something to drink, but akho nix.

Teddy: Akho ngxaki mntase, we are good.

Mamvulane sat on the rocking chair, she

leaned on it and rocked herself.

Nozibele: She always does this when she is

stressed.

Me: Is there a way of calming her down?

Nozibele: She has a favourite gospel song,
I always sing it for and she would join me.

Teddy: Ithini? We will all sing it together if

siyayazi.

Nozibele sighed and held her mother’s

hand, you could see that she loves her
mother just the way she is.

Nozibele: Ndivuselele nkosi uJesu,

ndivuselel amen. Ndivuselele nkosi uJesu,
ndivuselele. Hallelujah nkosi uJesu,
hallelujah amen. Hallelujah nkosi uJesu,
ndivuselele.

Mamvulane smiled looking at her daughter

and sang with her, Teddy was crying next
to me and I also shed some tears. They
both seemed to be in their moment and
they had very lovely voices, Mamvulane
finally calmed down and looked at us
smiling.

Nozibele: I’m sorry we made you cry.

Me: It’s okay, nicula kamnandi.

Mamvulane: I used to be a choir leader, but

bandigxotha ecaweni ngoba bathi ndili
geza.

Teddy: I’m sorry I can’t…I need air.

He stood up and hurried out the house, I

looked at the worried Nozibele and
Mamvulane who looked at her daughter
with nothing but love.
Me: Ndiyabuya, ndizothetha naye.

She nod and I walked out the house, I

found Teddy standing there and crying in
silent.

Me: Ted are you okay?

Teddy: Why abantu bengcolile? You can

see that mental illness ka Mamvulane is
caused by someone.

Me: Come here.

I hugged him and something told me to look

up
And I did, I saw Sphumelele standing from
a distance looking this way. I frowned
wondering what was his issue as he turned
and walked away.

Teddy: Ndiright ngoku masingene.

Me: Umm..okay.

Teddy: Babes uright?

Me: I just saw la mfana wayizolo watching

us from a distance.

Teddy: Ubani, la Sphumelele?

Me: Ewe, let’s go in.

We walked back in the house and found
them laughing, it was such a nice sight to
see. We sat down and Mamvulane pointed
to my voice recorder, I told her what it is
and how to switch it now. She switched it
on and smiled happily.

Teddy: So ma, uthi you know the killer?

Mamvulane: Ewe ndiyamazi.

Me: Nozi awu mind uyo thengele wena

nomama something to eat?

Teddy looked at me and I side eyed him, I

took out some cash that I had in my fenny
pack and gave it to Nozi. She counted the
money with teary eyes then looked at me.
Nozibele: Hayi we can’t accept this, it’s too
much. Yi R1000 le!

Me: Please yi thathe as a gift from us.

Nozibele: Enkosi. Mama, sine mali.

Mamvulane: Iza ndibone!

She grabbed the money from her daughter

and looked at it before doing a little prayer,
and gave it back to Nozibele. I smiled at the
fact that she prayed for the money,
meanwhile when we get money we forget to
thank God for it.

Nozibele: I will go to the spazza shop real

quick, to buy some biscuits and coldrink.
Teddy: You will find us here.

She left in a hurry I looked at Mamvulane,

while Teddy looked at me.

Me: Mama uthi ngubani ke umbulali?

Mamvulane: Luxolo, yha…Luxolo,

noSphumelele.

Teddy: Sphumelele? Lo besihamba naye

izolo?

Mamvulane: Ewe, mmm.hmm.

She nod her head smiling in excitement
looking at us, Teddy and I looked at each
other.

Me: Ingaba umama ubone ntoni nje ucinga

ngu Sphumelele?

Mamvulane: I was walking at night and

ndambona ebulala uNolly, kulandawo
benime kuyo izolo nama polisa.

Teddy: Nolly? Ngubani uNolly…

Mamvulane: Ewe uNolly. Yena uNolly

walwa, waluma uSphumelele.

I sat up straight as my heart raced, Teddy

swallowed and looked af me.
Me: Umlume phi?

Mamvulane: Apha. Yhr apha.

She showed us her wrist and I sighed in

disbelief, Teddy clapped once.

Teddy: Yhee marn Yondi, xa ucinga-

Voice: Aww MaRain! Ohh molweni

kwakhona.

We looked at Sphumelele who greeted

walking in with the smiling Nozibele, he
smiled showing his gold tooth.

Me: Hi. Uhmm, Nozi sophinde sidibane ne?

Nozibele: Seni hamba? Did she help you
ngalento niyifunayo?

Teddy: No, she keeps talking into

engavakaliyo.

I looked at Mamvulane who looked at

Sphumelele terrified, he was busy making
himself home in the kitchen.

Me: Nozi we will talk ne?

Nozibele: Okay, nihambe kakuhle. I hope

khona umntu ozoninceda nge mpendulo
enizifunayo.
I walked to Mamvulane and gave her a hug
then whispered to her ear.

Me: Uzoba right ma, we will get help.

She pulled out and held the sides of my

cheeks, I smiled and she gave me a
forehead kiss making me giggle.

Mamvulane: Yiza nawe, yiza Toddly.

I found myself laughing. Did she just call

Teddy “Toddly”? Nozibele laughed with me
while Teddy chuckled.

Teddy: Ndingu Teddy mama, not Toddly.

Mamvulane: Okay ni hambe kakuhle.

She hugged Teddy and we walked out the
house after collecting our belongings.

Teddy: Straight to the station?

Me: Ewe we need to talk to the captain

about this.

We walked the streets of the busy

township, the distance from Mamvulane’s
house and where we parked is not that
long. Just as we passed this other house a
dog came out barking.

Teddy: Woooo hayi futsek msoonu ka

nyoko!
I stood there bending and laughing feeling
weak as he ran for his life leaving his heels
behind. The dog kept barking at me and I
laughed picking up Teddy’s heels ngoba he
was long gone. People kept laughing at
what just happened, tjooo ooTeddy!

Me: Hayi rha, yangxola kaloku ngoku.

Tshini bawo.

I walked away from the barking dog, it’s

barking but it is not biting. I got to the house
our car was parked and found Teddy
drinking a jug of water, while breathing
heavily as the woman who gave us access
to park in her yard laughed.

Me: Haibo Toddly, wandishiya chomi?

Teddy: Uyibonile la moron? Rhaaa qondba
shiya nezo heels, pheliyani ubu lady!

We laughed and joked around, the old

woman introduced herself as Maria. We
spoke with her before leaving, Toddly was
in the passengers seat enjoying the air
coming through the open window.

Me: Aww Toddly ka Mamvulane!

Teddy: Chomi kawume ndine stress,

ndiphantse ulunywa yinja.

I laughed at how dramatic he is, the dog

was just standing there barking not biting.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 104.
YONDI MNDINI.
So we were now at the station, but the
Captain was telling us about evidence.

Teddy: What evidence?! Isn’t the dead

bodies found everyday pha enough
evidence?!

Me: Ewe and lento yakho yosokolisa

Captain will get more people killed.

Captain: I understand your concerns but

funeke kwenziwe izinto nge ndlela.
Me: Tjooo hayi rhaa! I think I should rather
go back to the township, gather the
community and play le voice recorder and
they will take matters into their hands!

Captain: Yondi we can’t be listening to a

mad woman, she will talk ubu bhanxa
bodwa!

Teddy: Awumuncu! Yazi umuncu?

Me: What she’s saying makes perfect

sense. For instance the bites she is talking,
Sphumelele unazo and they are very fresh
teeth bites.

The captain sighed and called 2 officers, he

told them to gather 5 more offiicers so they
can go to the township. I sighed in relief as
the officers did as told.

Captain: I hope you 2 are not wasting the

laws time, ngoba if lento niyithethayo is not
it. I won’t hesitate to throw you in a cell for
the weekend.

Teddy: We know our job, we do a better job

than you and your station ngoba nangoku
ngeni hleli njee apha nitya amaginywa while
more people get killed!

I took my voice recorder and held it to me,

the Captain and his officers geared up and
we all walked out the station. My only worry
was that nothing happens to Mamvulane
and Nozibele. Teddy and I got in our car
and sped behind the cops, Teddy was
driving and he seemed so excited.
Teddy: Peto! Do you realize that we got
assigned to this story a day ago, kodwa we
already figured it out!

Me: And ke! I just want to see what the

Captain will say once he finds out the truth.

Teddy: Mqundu wenja will just be ungrateful

as always.

I was so impatient I wanted to get there as

soon as possible, I only thought of
Mamvulane and Nozibele’s safety. I mean
they were with Sphumele when we left, I
wonder ngubani yena uLuzuko?
·
·
As soon as we drove through the streets of
the township, people followed the cars. We
drove in with Teddy just because we were
with the cops, so I don’t think there will be a
chance of getting hijacked. As soon as the
cars stopped at Mamvulane’s house, I got
out of the car and ran to the door only to
find it locked.

Me: Mamvulane! Nozibele!

I banged the door and the Captain pulled

me away, I looked at him with so much
anger.

Me: Yintoni! Why are you pulling me like

that?

Captain: Let us do our job-

Teddy: Rhaaa the same job you refused to
do some minutes ago!

He pointed at Teddy clenching his jaws, I

paced up and down worried as fuck. The
cops surrounded the yard and Captain
spoke through a horn speaker. Everyone
from the community was gathered outside
wondering what was going on.

Captain: SPHUMELELE! If you are in there

right now trying to harm those two women,
surrender yourself to the authorities!

People gasped and spoke amongst each

other as they heard the captain say that, we
stood there waiting for a move but nothing.
Me: Tjoo Teddy what if he killed them!

Teddy: Chomi calm down, calm down.

Captain: Sphumelele we giving you 5

minutes to get out willingly! Or we will break
this door!

The door opened and out came Mamvulane

running, I quickly met her halfway and she
cried looking terrified holding me.
Sphumelele came out holding Nozibele
close to him, with a knife pointed to her
neck.

Sphumelele: Let me go or else I will kill her

like the rest of the people, I already killed.
Community: RHAA KANTI NGUWE
UMBULALI/ MAKUBULALWE NAWE!

One officer fired a gunshot and the people

of the community screamed, they kept quiet
after sometime while I hugged Mamvulane
who was shaking scared. Poor woman.

Teddy: Sphumelele ncama bhuti ngoba you

out numbered.

Sphumelele: Thula wena! Wena and this

friend of yours ruined things for me, uba
beningazanga apha these stupid cops
would’ve long give up! Mna I would’ve
continued with my killings!
Captain: Kwedini! We didn’t come here to
play, let the lady go and come with us to the
station.

Nozi winced as he pressed the knife harder

against her neck, I noticed a officer
sneaking from behind Sphumelele. He
tased him and he groaned letting go of
Nozibele, Teddy quickly pulled Nozibele
away as they cuffed Sphumelele.

Sphumelele: Bantu bomthetho, I can

explain! Please, I wasn’t alone in the
killings!

Captain: Who was your partner?

Sphumelele: Luzuko.
The community started to swear and cuss,
talking at the same time and it was giving
me a headache.

Captain: You show us ihlala phi lo chomi

yakho, you both are going to jail.

Sphumelele: Haibo, grootman-

Captain: Fuckoff! Take him away.

They pulled him away to the van as the

people of the community tried to grab him,
the Captain looked at me and Teddy then
came to us.

Captain: I underestimated your abilities, you

both deserve a award for your outstanding
work.
Teddy: Yhr you owe us an apology!

Captain: My apologies to both of you. I

hope from now on we will work together as
civil people.

Me: We as Journalists are always civil, but I

can’t say the same about cops.

He chuckled and pat my shoulder looking at

me with a smile.

Captain: Now I understand why they call

you, Yondi Mndini Thee Journalist. Wena
and your friend make a great team, good
luck on writing your story.
He bowed for us before leaving and going
in the van that had Sphumelele, some of
the people ran after it as it went to arrest
the next killer.

Me: Mamvulane, uright?

Mamvulane: Ndiright!

She smiled and Nozibele came to hug me

before, hugging her mother. I looked at
Teddy and smiled as we fist bumped, I’m so
proud of me and my bestie we did our best.

Mamvulane: Toddly!

Teddy: Mamvulane!
They giggled and hugged some of the
people who were left behind came to ask
indaba obviously, Mamvulane clinged to
Teddy’s arm and narrated everything. I
gently rubbed Nozibele’s arm and she
looked at me smiling.

Me: A word please ?

Nozibele: Okay. Enkosi again for saving us.

Me: Your mother is the real hero, the

community should thank her.

We stood a bit far from everyone and I held

her hands.

Me: Earlier you told me and Teddy that you

sleep with men to make money-
Nozibele: Please don’t judge me, I am
doing it for my mother to not sleep on a
empty stomach. Plus to get her the dose for
her mental illness.

Me: Given the opportunity to work, would

you work?

Nozibele: I would, but uyayazi uba apha

South Africa kunzima ufumana umsebenzi.

Me: It makes me sad that you carry all this

burden alone.

Nozibele: I will be fine. Nalapha moc mna,

nomama siyintlekisa because of being poor
and having a empty house with worn out
sofas. I mean ndine matric certificate, I
passed matric with flying colours but still no
job available for me.

Me: Mamele, ndizobane opening launch for

my new business. I will come and take you
as soon as the training starts, you will
choose if ufuna ubayi Receptionist or a
Personal Assistant.

She looked at me shocked, I gave her a

nod and smiled and she threw herself in my
arms crying but quickly pulled out.

Nozibele: Hima but what will people say

about a dirty person working at your
company?

Me: People always talk, ignore them wena.

Wena just focus on bettering your home
situation, ndi sure Mamvulane will be happy
to hear about this. Futhi you not dirty.

She squealed and jumped up and down

excited, she hugged me again thanking me.

Me: Now ndizoku zamela voucher for some

clothes, for wena and your mother.
Especially ngoba immediately when the
training starts, ndikufuna phaya.

Nozibele: Wait how will I know when is the

training?

Me: Unayo phone? We can always

communicate via call or text.
She ran into the house to get the phone I
guess, Teddy walked to me and gave me
the look.

Teddy: And?

I told him what me and Nozibele were

discussing and he looked at me smiling.

Teddy: Yazi why ungu God’s favourite

child?

Me: Why?

Teddy: Ngoba you have a pure good heart,

uluncedo ebantwini. Xa uBragadier
ekutshathile funeke bakuthiye “Noncedo”
kokwabo.
I giggled looking at this crazy bitch, tjuuu
hayi elogama.

Me: Yhuu hayi. Better ndi thiywe

NoGorgeous, as Bragadier would always
say xa sincokola.

Teddy: Hayi NoGorgy!

We high fived and laughed, Nozibele came

back with her phone. She gave it to me and
I dailed my number it was a Mobicel and it
looked new.

Teddy: Yondi told me about la mcimbi,

congratulations skat.
Nozibele: Enkosi, ndi sure umama will be
happy to hear ezindaba.

Teddy: Please ke, just make sure that you

tell no one from the community about this.
Funeke bakubone unxibile umhle, uphethe
bag yakho uphangele. Funeke bothuke
mntase, abantu baya thakatha apha
phandle.

Me: Yeap, Teddy akaxoki.

She nod and I gave her the phone, she

saved my number and we walked to
Mamvulane who suddenly became the
celebrity of the community. People were still
hovering her as she told them ezi ndaba,
she looked happy.
Me: Mama hero.

Mamvulane: Ntombi, yhuu enkosi to kuni

nobayi 2 for helping our community.

Me: Without your help we would be still

searching for answers. So thank you
mama, not only you are the hero to the
community but you became a hero to
ezinthatheli.

Everyone cheered and Mamvulane clapped

happy, you could tell she was so happy to
be the hero.

Teddy: Hayike mams, sicela ubayindlela

ne?

Mamvulane: Anizo hlala for I’drink?

Teddy: Ngenye imini mama, okwa ngoku
we have to get back to the office. Ndi sure
boss yethu iyazi buza sihleli phi.

She gave us hugs and accompanied us to

the car, Teddy took out some cash from his
wallet and handed it to Nozibele while
everyone was singing igwijo around our car.
Teddy was the one driving, I waved at
Mamvulane and Nozibele as the car drove
with these people still following us singing
amagwijo. Teddy honked the car helping
them and I laughed, he is enjoying this.

Teddy: Ngathi ndiyi president yase Merika!

Me: Ndikwazi ke wena.

Teddy: Hayi kodwa chomi, we really
deserve to drink this weekend. I mean we
even made the arrogant Captain
compliment us!

Me: Eyy ke, ndifuna usela and forget my

name!

Teddy: And ke, bitch!

We left the township after we also thanked

MamuJ for providing a parking space for us.

[AT THE OFFICE.]

We walked in and everyone cheered for me
and Teddy, guess they already heard news
travel fast.
Mpendulo: Look at the two Goddess
walking in!

He gave us both a hug, why are they

exaggerating things?

Me: What is all this about?

Mpendulo: You two managed to put our

company in the top charts once again! You
two really outdid yourselves, I’m so proud of
you.

Teddy: We are trending yet we haven’t

published the story?

Anam: Yeap injalo, there is a video

circulating calling you heroes.
She showed us and nyani it was
hashtagged with heroes, I mean the police
also were hashtagged for doing a great job
but ezethu colleagues zi focused on us.

Mpendulo: OKAY NOW GET BACK TO

WORK! Abanye benu still owe me stories
from 2 weeks back, andifuni nothi mention
amagama.

They went back to their working stations,

Mpendulo asked us to follow him to his
office and we had to tell him about yonke
lento.
·
·
Later that night, I walked in my house tired
as hell and stumbled when I saw Bragadier
seated in the lounge.

Ezile: Molo, baby.

Me: Hey are you good? You look angry.

Ezile: Ngubani Kumkani Tofu and uyi ntoni

kuwe?

Me: Well he was my friend, but I broke our

friendship ngoba ndikwi relationship ngoku.

Ezile: Well clearly yena he is still stuck kulo

friendship.

Me: What do you mean?

He gave me a peck and hug before, looking
at me again.

Ezile: He approached me ndihamba

noNkosi at the mall today, and told me how
he thinks it’s unfair that he has to stop
being friends with you because of me.

Me: Kumkani wenzeni?

Ezile: Wenze exactly as I said. Bendifuna

umbetha anye, but ndacinga wena when
you once told me to not let people provoke
me in public.

Me: I know you, ndiyakwazi it’s not over for

you.
Ezile: If uzondinyela then ndizombulala
baby, I don’t play when it comes to you. I
love you and kengoku if la lwatha ucinga
uzidingele apha kuwe, uzodibana ne 7
bullets.

I giggled looking at him all jealous, he

looked away clenching his jaws.

Me: Don’t worry baby, I’m all in you. Ndingo

wakho wedwa, Guluva wam.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda baby, uyevha?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

He smiled and kissed me picking me up, I

giggled caressing his head as he kissed my
neck. Kumkani uziqalela problems, ngoba
ibingekho need for him to approach
Bragadier eyazi uba what he is capable of.
I’m just praying Nkosi won’t creep up on
Kumkani and hospitalize him, because one
thing about Bragadier and his
friends…THEY FIGHT FOR EACH OTHER.

Ezile: Taima lakho visted me at work today.

Me: He visted me too.

Ezile: So le cleansing ritual? I even forgot

about it ngoba sisemathandweni, yhey
undidlisile wena!

I giggled and pulled his lower lip with my

teeth, he chuckled spanking me hard and I
squealed.
Me: Haibo that was painful.

Ezile: Xolo kaloku, yhini sthandwa sam.

He kissed me and I pulled out the kiss.

Ezile: Yazibona ke?

Me: Back to the cleansing thing, my father

said the ritual is Sunday morning.

Ezile: Ndayazi he told me, tatakho yandi

ncanywa kodwa.

I smiled and hugged him, I was straddling

his lap ohh ndiyayithanda le ndoda. He
sang me a love song and I giggled listening
to him, he was even caressingTHE
JOURNALIST.

INSERT 105.
TEDDY GXAKA.
It’s Saturday in the morning and I called
Yondi over so we could start writing the
article, I’m so happy my friend and I
managed to tackle this in just a day. All
thanks to Mamvulane because she helped
us. The time is 09:00am in the morning and
ndenza isdudu, I know Yondi loves it so
sotya soyi 2.

My phone rang and I answered it.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Good morning, AK.
Akhona: Hello, beautiful. Uright?

Me: Ndiright unjani wena?

Akhona: Sharp. So bendicinga marn, how

about we go out for lunch?

Me: Unfortunately I can’t ngoba Yondi and I

will be swamped up all day with work, and
tonight ndiyonxila.

Akhona: Okay ke. So mna ndithini

kengoku? Ngoba I miss you…

I blushed and stirred the porridge, nope we

are not dating.
Me: There is a day called Sunday kwi
weekend.

Akhona: Sunday for lovers ne? Uyi lover

yam wena?

Me: No andiyo lover yakho.

Akhona: Uzoba yiyo nini ke?

Me: Akhona please we spoke about this.

Akhona: Ndiyayazi qha nam ndiyabuza?

Me: Andikho ready for something real,

ndisa heal.a.
Akhona: Mnk I respect you ke nam.
Sophinde siringe ke ne?

Me: Okay, bye.

Akhona: Sho, bhabha.

I end the call and half screamed, Akhona is

playing tricks with me. I don’t want to let
him in so easily ngoba the last time I
checked umntu was straight, jiki jiki he is
fucking me ngoku ufuna isjolo. What if
andenze clown and go back to fucking
pussy xa ndimvumile? Hayi andizi shame,
he is still confused about his sexuality and I
will consider dating him once he admits he
is bisexual not ngoku esathi he is straight.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

Yondi was here and we were sitting in the
lounge eating the porridge I made, my best
friend looked so tired shame.

Yondi: Yazi amadoda are so annoying xa

efuna, tjooo Teddy!

Me: Haibo chomi, yintoni ngoku? Did you

and Bragadier fight…

Yondi: No mntase, but the issue is Kumkani

Tofu.

She sighed and threw a spoon of porridge

in her mouth, I looked at her ready to hear
kwenzeke ntoni.

Me: What happened?

Yondi: Remember I told I ended my
friendship with Kumkani?

Me: You did nothing wrong apho, you

ended it for a very valid reason.

Yondi: Funny how Kumkani understood

when I told him my reasons ke. Nanko
ngoku busy approaching Bragadier and
confronting about this in public.

Me: He did what?!

Yondi: Jonga ndine worry on his behalf

ngoba Ezile was with Nkosi when he got
approached by Kumkani. Worry yam is that
they will kill him or either hurt him.
Me: Yhuuuu how did indoda yakho handle
this?

Yondi: Better than I thought. Uthi he walked

away, because I always told him to not let
people provoke him in public.

I smiled looking at her enjoy her porridge,

Bragadier and Yondi are really good for
each other. She brings out the better part of
him, so does he kuYondz.

Yondi: And kengoku Ezile told me to talk to

him or he will kill him.

Me: Talk to Kumkani nyani, ngoba uzofela

into engekhoyo.

Yondi: Tshini thiza!

We continued talking ke and she told me
how she and Kumkani once had a moment,
the time yena and Bragadier weren’t official.
45 minutes later we were done eating, so
we went straight to business.

Me: I was thinking that we title the article as

“MAMVULANE THE COMMUNITY HERO”?

Yondi: Ewe, but andazi if we should provide

a picture of her or protect her identity?

Me: I mean she deserves to be known,

Monday we should try going back to the
township for her picture.
Yondi: Also we need to ask her how she
feels about saving the community, so that
we can quote what she said.

Me: Yeah, you right actually.

We went on and typed down the article, we

really make a great team I won’t lie. I wish
we get assigned to more tasks together,
Yondi is my partner in everything.
·
·
Later that day, it was 16:00pm in the
afternoon. Yondi and I decided to resume
with our work Monday, she yawned closing
her laptop.

Me: Tired?
Yondi: Ewe tjoo, I need to sleep noba yi 2
hours. Okanye ndizo lala kula club siya
kuyo tonight.

We giggled because we once experienced

that ngenxa ka Liyema, we once went to a
club ephuma kwi double shift and she had a
few shots wa tip.a uMaYema sarna.
Speaking of Liyema…

Me: Did you manage to talk with Liyema?

Yondi: Ewe and she took my advice, well I

hope so.

Me: Let’s hope so nyani, her phone has

been off futhi.
Yondi: She actually called me izolo
ebusuku. Stating she was admitted
because she suffered a panick attack, but
uthi uphumile ngoku and uright.

Me: Do you think she will be joining us at

the club tonight?

Yondi: Andazi, maybe.

Me: I will text her and ask. Wena, you

should go and rest ndizoku vusa ngo
18:00pm.

Yondi: Okay, mntase. I love you.

Me: I love you too.

She kissed my forehead and walked to the
room she always occupy when she is here
at my house. I love how we make ourselves
home when we visit each others houses.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were at the club drinking and having
fun, when suddenly Mpumi fought with this
other lady. We tried to stop her but she was
unstoppable, beating up umntana bantu.

Yondi: Mpumi, yima marn!

Mpumi: Betha inye le bitch, rhaa indiqhela

poes!

I quickly pulled the lady away, she couldn’t

fight but kept swearing and cussing Mpumi.
Lady: Rhaaa! Betha unye mna, msoonu ka
nyoko!

Mpumi: Uthini? Uthini? Izoyi thetha phambi

kwam lonto!

Crowd: Betha Mpumi!

Haibo these people? The lady told me to let

go of her and I did, she walked towards
Mpumi and kicked her and that drove
Mpumi nuts.

Busi: Chomi myeke, she isn’t worth it!

Mpumi dragged the lady out of the club and

Yondi quickly took her phone and called
Sive to come and get Mpumi. When we
went outside we found the lady laying there
not crying, the bouncer holding Mpumi and
the lady’s friends trying to help their friend.

Mpumi: Betha mna, rhaa ucinguba uyi

ndlavini wedwa?!

Siyakha and I managed to calm her down,

Yondi, Liyema and Busi were still inside the
club. Sive got here and Mpumi was now
calm…

Mpumi: Sthandwa sam, ufuna ntoni apha?

Sive: Yintoni ngoku? Ulwa nezi njakazi

uzihlisela isdima baby?

Mpumi: Undicaphukise nyani la

ntombazana, but ndiright ngoku.
Sive: Masambe sigoduke, unxilile moc.

Mpumi: Ndishiye chomi zam? Asoze bhuti,

hamba wedwa.

Sive: Nam ndishiye ezam moc? Sizinxilela

kamnandi namajita, ndifumana call ethi
wena u’busy.

Mpumi: Iya emajiteni ke, mna ndizo nxila ne

friends zam.

Sive chuckled and we gave them space

going inside, Yondi looked at us as we sat
down.

Yondi: Uphi la Rambo uyi chomi yethu?

Me: Usathetha ne ndoda yakhe.

Busi: Tshini uNompumelelo, waske

waphuma izithuba!

We laughed and drank joking around and

talking. Mpumi came back smiling,
yabonakala umntu osando fumana quickie.
We enjoyed the rest of our night as we
predicted, kumnandi emnxilweni shame.

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I was reading a book alone in my ward, my
husband had to meet up with his father. I
just want to be out of this hospital already, I
still feel a bit weak but ndiright.
Doctor: Good morning, Ayola.

Me: Morning. Here to do a daily check up?

Doctor: More like morning check up, we

have to check you up 3 times a day until we
discharge you.

Me: When am I getting discharged?

Doctor: As soon as we see that you are fit

enough to go home.

Me: But I am fine.

Doctor: No you not, you just comvinced you

are.
Me: Then what is wrong with me?

Doctor: The poison that you were given is

very dangerous. You are supposed to be
dead, it is a miracle you still pregnant
because it was meant to kill you from the
inside first.

I sighed laying back as he checked up on

me, he told me more about this poison and
how lucky I am to be alive. Someone
walked in my ward and I looked up only to
find Inathi’s mother.

Maka Inathi: Sorry I thought you were

alone.

Me: No it’s fine ma, unga ngena

She smiled and walked to me, the doctor
greeted and finished up before walking out.

Maka Inathi: I’m sorry I couldn’t come visit

you early, I didn’t know you were
hospitalized.

Me: When I got your call asking me why

don’t I visit your daughter, I had to make it
known that ndi hospitalized. Otherwise not
everyone knows ndilapha.

Maka Inathi: What happened? Kwenzeka

ntoni ngawe noInathi, njee nizobase
sbhedlele at the same time.

Me: Andazi what happened to your

daughter. But I am here because of her.
She looked at me frowning, not the angry
frown but the confused kind of frown.

Maka Inathi: What do you mean because of

Inathi?

Me: She poisoned me, ma…

I started to tell her everything, from the

reason Inathi was fired at the first place. To
how me and Inathi fought and what caused
the fight, to what my mother-in-law said
about her making me a sacrifice. Maka
Inathi blinked holding her tears in, she
stumbled and fell on the floor.

Me: Ma! Ohh no….HELP NURSE!

ANYONE!
I pressed the panick button and tried getting
out of bed, but I remembered I had a drip
on me. 2 nurses came in rushing, they
looked at Maka Inathi on the floor and
rushed to her.

Me: Is she okay?

They checked her pulse and ignored me,

the other nurse quickly ran out and came
back with a female doctor and one more
nurse few seconds later.

Me: Bethuna what is going on?!

Doctor: We have to perform a CPR on her,

quickly get the defibrillator!
The male nurse ran to get it as the doctor
unbuttoned Maka Inathi’s shirt, I watched in
aware crying as they shocked her with the
defibrillator machine.

Doctor: We getting her back…come on one

last time guys! 1,2, 3… CLEAR!

They kept shocking her until one nurse

mentioned that she feels the pulse, they put
her on the stretcher bed and rushed out
with her. I laid there regretting even telling
her the truth, but I had to moc? Should she
die I will be the one living with the regret of
killing her because of being honesty.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° my ass.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 106.
AYOLA MSIMANGO.
So I heard that mama ka Inathi is fine, but
she has been admitted here. I wish I could
go and see her but I can’t, had I shut my
talking hole none of this would’ve
happened.

Me: I feel like this is all my fault.

Libo: Baby you can’t be stressing, you are

pregnant.

Me: Libo, I almost killed that woman for

being honest njena?
Libo: Yet you didn’t. Ayo fault yakho that
she couldn’t handle the truth about her
daughter, stop stressing.

I sighed and closed my eyes touching my

stomach, nyani I should stop stressing.

Libo: Here…I got you this.

Me: Thank you, ndiya spoilwa nangoku

ndise sbhedlele.

Libo: Yayazi kaloku I love spoiling you,

mfazi wam.

I giggled as he gave me a kiss. I smiled

looking at the jewellery necklace shining in
it’s box, I caressed it and felt him touch my
head.

Libo: You like it?

Me: I love it! Enkosi baby, this looks very

beautiful and expensive.

Libo: Anything for my wife.

We spent the hour talking about anything in

mind, until he told me that he has to meet
up with his father. He left and 30 minutes
later, someone got in my ward. My heart
raced as I came face to face with Inathi’s
father.

Taka Inathi: Ayola, molo.

Me: Molweni Tata, unjani?

Taka Inathi: I should be asking you that. I’m

sorry my daughter landed you here.

Me: I guess your wife told you…

Taka Inathi: She did and trust me, I feel

bad.

Me: It’s okay. Karma knows it’s place,

unjani yena uMaka Inathi?

He sighed and stood next to my bed

holding my hand, I swalled looking at him.
Taka Inathi: She is fine, but worried about
you.

Me: I wish I didn’t tell her the truth, she

wouldn’t be in that bed.

Taka Inathi: Subana xhala, uright yena.

I nod my head and wiped my tears, he

sighed and clenched his jaws.

Taka Inathi: No wonder Inathi didn’t want us

to find her a traditional healer, ufihla inyala
lo thakatha.

Me: Why would she need a traditional

healer?
Taka Inathi: She had a miscarriage and
akakwazi uhamba. The doctors can’t seem
to figure out what’s causing yonke lanto.

Me: Ohhh, I would say sorry but I don’t feel

a ounce of sympathy for her.

Taka Inathi: I understand. I mean lomntu

tried sacrificing you for indoda etshatileyo!
I’m starting to question my parenting skills, I
gave Inathi everything she ever wanted
mostly love but wenza ezi zinto.

Me: It’s not your fault, you and your wife are
good parents. Just that intombi yenu is very
selfish and stupid.
He sighed and sat down on the chair, we
spoke for sometime and I could tell that all
this is really stressing him shame.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I checked my call logs looking for Nkosi’s
number, he once called to check up on me
and I didn’t bother saving his contacts. I
remember the last 4 digits of his number
though, don’t ask me why but I do. I found
the number and smiled saving it, before
calling him.

[PHONECALL.]
My heart raced as the phone rang, I was
about to drop but he answered.
Nkosi: Sho?

Me: Hey, uright?

Nkosi: Ndiright. Whuzet joe?

Me: I was wondering if we could meet and

talk?

Nkosi: Indoda yakho ithini xa uzofuna

udibana nenye indoda?

Me: Nkosi ndiyakucela…please?

Nkosi: Sho, zwakala apha kum pha late.

Me: Andiyazi uhlala phi.

Nkosi: Yenza icebo ke.

He end the call and I chuckled in disbelief,

a text came through and it was him who
sent me his house location. I smiled and
went to take a bath with the products I once
purchased, they smell good and they really
soothing. I relaxed on the bath thinking
about what will I say to him, maybe those
fantasies I have of him should become a
reality tonight.
·
·
Later that day I step out of my car and fixed
my coat, underneath it I was wearing thee
sexiest lingerie. My heels clicked on the
ground as I walked to Nkosi’s front door, I
did breathing exercises before ringing the
doorbell. Nkosi opened looking hot in his
sweatpants only and nothing on top.

Nkosi: Liyema, hi.

Me: Hey, ndinga ngena?

Nkosi: Ngena.

My eyes travelled to his visible boner I

swallowed nothing as I got wet down there,
I cleared my throat walked in the house as
he closed the door behind me. We walked
to his sitting room I sat on the couch while
he stood there, folding his arms. The sleeve
tattoo looked very good on him.

Nkosi: Uthi ufuna ntoni?

Me: I want us to talk.

Nkosi: Siya ringa moc ngoku, andithi?

Me: I know I rejected you twice and I’m

sorry. I had my reasons, despite the fact
that ndiyajola.

Nkosi: What are those reasons?

Me: I was cheated on nge wedding day

yam. So me and my ex never got to sit
down and talk, I never had closure-

Nkosi: Okay andifuni uva yonke lonto. Ndi

sure awuzelanga lonto apha.
Me: Uthetha ngantoni?

He looked at me squinting then chuckled, I

carefully watch him walk to the table with
whiskey and poured himself a glass. His
muscles flexing, yhuu u’sexy lomntu ndi
sure naye be knows that yilento ezi
thembile.

Nkosi: Uyayisela whiskey?

Me: I could use a glass.

He nod and poured me a glass, we stared

at each other as he came to give me the
glass with whiskey. I thanked him and he
pulled his glass table, sitting on it in front of
me then looked at me. My heart raced at
his gaze.
Nkosi: I love me some honest woman. So
ufuna ntoni apha?

Me: I told you njena, I wanted us to talk.

Nkosi: Ndiku bona apha emehlweni, even

your body language ithi ufuna ndikutye.

Me: Andazi uthetha ngantoni, I came here

to talk mna.

He chuckled and brought his hand towards

me, he undid my coat and looked at me
smirking when he saw the white lace
lingerie I’m wearing.

Nkosi: Just as I thought.

Me: What if I do want you to fuck me?

I said that standing up and taking off the

coat, I straddle his lap and wrapped my
arms around his neck, giving him multiple
pecks on his lips.

Me: I have been fantasizing about you

since that day we kissed at the parking lot, I
held myself once from moaning your name
while my boyfriend was fucking me.

Nkosi: Mamela Liyema, don’t start

something you won’t finish.

He stood up and I looked at him pick up my

coat and gave it to me.
Me: Nkosi-

Nkosi: Andiyo side niggar mna, andiyo

rebound or closure nton nton.

Me: I never said you are.

Nkosi: Jonga mntase, ndizokutya unye

uyondixela kokwenu mna. Once ufumane
the taste of umthondo wam, you will want
more.

I looked at his serious face and removed

my hands from his chest.

Nkosi: Come to me xa u’single. Ngoba I

won’t stand your boyfriend come after me
for fucking you, ndizo veske
ndimhlanganise ne underground gang
yakowabo.

Me: Ndiyakuva, I’m sorry I even did this.

Nkosi: You are a wonderful lady, sulahla

isdima sakho for amasimba afana nam. I
will hurt you mna, andiyo relationship type.

Me: I don’t want something exclusive nam.

Nkosi: Bhabha, you look like you will catch

nge first round. Mna ndifuna impundu,
wena you looking for love at the wrong
place.

He pulled me by my chin and kissed me, I

respond to the kiss and he pulled out while I
was enjoying it.
Nkosi: Andikho loyal mna. Uzoyimela into
yokufeba kwam?

Me: No andinoyimela.

Nkosi: Good ke. Save yourself from

heartbreak, ngoba mna ndi sisfebe
sendoda esithanda umdidi. You rejecting
me really hurt me, so let me heal. Ngoba if
we start something ndisa heal.a from your
rejection, ndizofuna ukuvisa kabuhlungu
nam and uzoqeqa ndim my dear…you not
ready for that.

I looked at him and he was so serious, tjoo

bethuna le ndoda ngaske ndimtye
ngokwam ke.
Nkosi: I love you ne…but masibe si heal.a
marn.

Me: Okay.

Nkosi: Cover yourself ke before I bend you

over this table ngoku and fuck you.

I giggled and wore my coat, he sat down on

the couch and told me to come and cuddle
with him. At least he didn’t make me feel
like some cheap hoe.

Nkosi: So tell me about le kaka who broke

your heart on your wedding day.

Me: Thought you didn’t want to hear about

it?
Nkosi: Thetha marn, ukwi snake park
esfubeni sendoda so thetha bhabha.

I giggled and told him about Lukholo and

what he did to me, he listened attentively. I
like how Nkosi doesn’t sugarcoat things, he
says what he wants to say and that shows
uyi ndoda yamanyani.

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INSERT 107.
KUMKANI TOFU.
I was in my office going through some
papers, yes it’s nice to be a well known
business man. But what is frustrating the
most is when you have this pile of
paperwork to do, I love being rich but yhey I
can’t stand the work it comes with. My
personal assistant knocked and came in.

Me: Tshidi what seems to be the problem

now?

Tshidi: Sir there is a Yondi Mndini here to

see you.

Me: Yondi is here to see me?

Tshidi: Yes that is who she said she is.

Me: Bring her through.

She nod and walked out, I sighed hoping
that she is here to tell me “we should be
friends again”. Few seconds later, the door
opened and shut and her perfect scent filled
my office, she looked good in her Tulle
White woman power suit I couldn’t tell if she
had make up on or not but she still looked
very beautiful. I couldn’t tell if she is angry
or not, one thing about her she is always
calm.

Yondi: Kumkani uphambene?

Me: Yondi, hey.

Yondi: Are you trying to get yourself killed?!

Me: Why would my handsome self try to
die?

Yondi: Uzoyimela lento uyenzayo?

I sighed and got up walking to her, but she

moved back a bit since I was too close.

Me: I know what I did was uncalled for-

Yondi: I thought you understood my

reasons of not wanting to be friends
anymore?

Me: I did but then again, I thought

approaching Bragadier would make him
see ndiyi male friend with pure intentions.
Yondi: Pure intentions?

She chuckled in disbelief then looked at me

exhaling.

Yondi: Well clearly yena he didn’t see it that

way. Sufuna kubekhona some bad blood
between us, ndiyakucela.

Me: Okay uxolo for trying to save our

friendship.

Yondi: Kumkani you in your 30’s! You are

old enough to know what is wrong and
right, sukwenza izinto ezimuncu because
Ezile uzoku bulala unye.
I sighed and looked ather standing there all
serious. Why am I acting like this manyani?
This is not me.

Me: Yondi uxolo andazi what got into me.

Yondi: Do not go down that obsession road,

it will lead you to your grave trust me.

Me: I promise I won’t.

She smiled and looked at me fixing her

blazer, I will never understand her
calmness lona.

Yondi: Good ndicela ungaphinde uhluphe

indoda yam. Don’t provoke him, you don’t
want to see his bad side.
Me: Noted.

Yondi: Sharp. I’m glad we on the same

page, if lento ndiyi thethayo awuzoyi hoya
uzofa nyani ndikuxelele. Don’t make me
hate you, I don’t want to hate you.

She pat my shoulder and left my office, I

clenched my jaws closing the door and
cussed.

Me: FUCK!

What was I thinking vele? I have to say

Bragadier is lucky to have her as a lover,
she is every man’s dream. She carries
herself with respect and all, I chuckled at
the fact how a 23 years old lowkey told me
to “grow the fuck up”.
·
·
I decided to go and visit my friend at the
township, he owns a tarven there so maybe
I could also grab a few drinks. As I drove
down the streets of the township, I noticed
a lady she has a fair skin colour and thick
body. On her head she had those carrot
plaits, she was walking with an eldery
woman holding hands. I slowed down my
car and rolled down my window driving
besides them.

Me: Molweni.

She looked at me and smiled, she has a

very mesmerizing smile. Very beautiful too,
had no make up on and her skin looked
smooth.

Lady: Hello, bhuti.

Me: Niyaphi ndini khwelise, I mean the sun

is blazing hot for uba nihambe kulo.

Lady: Hayi bhuti siright. I was actually

taking mama wam for a walk, so akho
need.

Me: Ndingu Kumkani igama. Kumkani

Tofu…

Lady: Ngu Nozibele elam, this is my

beautiful mother Mamvulane.
I nod my head looking at her mother, she
looked like she is mentally ill.

Me: You sure anifuni lift?

Nozibele: Hayi enkosi.

Me: Okay, umhle ke sisi Nozibele. Ingathi

uhlamba ngobisi.

She blushed looking ahead, I even notice a

little dimple on her cheek.

Nozibele: Enkosi.

Me: Sharp ke, ndizoku bona.

I hooted before driving to my friend’s tarven
smiling, now that was a very beautiful
woman.

[AT THE TARVEN.]

I was drinking beer chilling with my friend
Thobani, some of the ladies here trying
their luck on me but Thobani would chase
them away. He was also telling me about
killings that happened and how Nozibele
and Mamvulane, was saved before getting
killed.

Me: Did you just say, Nozibele?

Thobani: Yhr, why?

Me: I met a lady while driving here, who
introduced herself as Nozibele. Intle la
Nzwakazi…

Thobani: Umhle ewe, but stay away from

her ngoba uyi bicycle yale township.

Me: Njani kengoku?

Thobani: Ulala namadoda for money, yi

bitch la mntana!

Me: Don’t say that, ndi sure she has her

reasons.

Thobani: Enough about that. Wena, how

are you surviving after your divorce?
Me: Ndiright marn. I was even friends with
Yondi Mndini, could you imagine that?

Thobani: La journalist? Yhuu umhle ke la

mntana, the fact that she and her gay friend
is part of saving our community from the
killings is a bonus!

Me: Yeah, beauty with brains that one.

Thobani: Kawenze bellas zakhe kaloku?

Ndizi zamele pha kuye.

Me: Subasa zama nix, lamntu ujola

noBragadier.

His face quickly dropped and he chocked

on his beer, I chuckled and sipped my beer.
Thobani: Bragadier? As in…

Me: Nqooo! Yena kanye lowo uBragadier,

bawo.

Thobani: He is a lucky bastard moc, if

ebengekho dangerous bendizom tyela
anye!

I laughed and we spoke about other things,

you know catching up and all that. I found
myself smiling thinking about Nozibele, it
wouldn’t be a tassel finding her since
esaziwa apha. I will come looking for
ngenye imini, there is just something about
her.
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NOZIBELE SODLAKA.
I woke up in the morning and kissed my
sleeping mother’s forehead, I love her the
way she is. Her mental illness started 6
years ago, I sometimes think people made
her like this but andiyo type who likes
accusing abantu. I quickly rinsed my face
and brushed my teeth before preparing
breakfast for me and my mother, thank God
for people like Teddy and Yondi. They gave
us enough money to buy ukutya that could
last us for a month, my mother’s medication
is also sorted.

Once the porridge was prepared,

Mamvulane was long awake so I dished up
for me and her. We were talking while
eating.

Me: Mama ndifuna ukuxelela into.

Mamvulane: Thetha, my baby.

I giggled I really love it when she calls me

that, she might be mentally ill but she still
has love for me.

Me: Remember Yondi?

Mamvulane: Ndingalibala njani umntu

owasinceda sonke from Sphumelele?

Me: Well, undithembise umsebenzi.

She quickly looked at me and I nod, she
cried thanking God and asked us to make a
quick prayer. After the prayer we ate
again…

Mamvulane: Unentliziyo entle, thixo

ambusise kakhulu.

Me: Ewe ndiyavuya mama, sizokwazi

ulungisa nekhaya lethu.

Mamvulane: My baby, ungadlali ngeli

thuba. Una 29 years and une lucky to get a
job, abantu bafuna ubane mali bodwa. But
Yondi nanku nentliziyo entle, ekuqasha
ungena expirance.

I giggled looking at my mother who smiled

at me.
Me: Experience mama, not expirance.

Mamavulane: Lonto iyiyo, my baby.

Me: Uthe ndizoqala kwi training for position

ye Receptionist or Personal assistant.

Mamvulane: Zintoni ezo?

I told her what each position is for, I mean I

passed my matric with flying colours ngoba
I used to study hard. Trying to make my
parents proud, but my father left us after he
became rich and married some slay queen
woman now bahlala kwi suburbs. I always
stalk him on social media, he doesn’t have
kids with his new wife though. And the fact
that my mother is still his wife ngoko
mthetho repulse me, now my focus is on
making my mother proud and being
successful. Kudala sayintlekisa yale ndawo
because of our home situation, to the point
where they call me names for sleeping with
amadoda for money. They will never
understand until it’s them in that situation,
but asikho lapho.

Mamvulane: Li soka lakho eli beli hamba

ngala moto izolo?

Me: Hayi mama, andimazi nomazi la bhuti.

Mamvulane: Uthe ungubani kanene?

Me: Kumkani Tofu.

Mamvulane: Intle imoto yakhe, ndifuna
nawe usebenze uqhube moto engakaya.

I smiled looking at her go on and on, my

beautiful mother.

Mamvulane: Andinanto mntanam, ndingu

tupsi njee uyayazi lonto. Kodwa ndiphilela
wena, uthando lwam for wena asoze
luphele.

I quickly wiped my tears and gave her a

hug, she kissed my forehead giggling.

Mamvulane: Ndim umamakho, ndim

utatakho. uMxolisi wasishiya waketha
abangcono, kodwa uThixo uzosiphendulele
wena my baby.
Mxolisi Sodlaka is my father, I don’t know
how I would react when I would bump into
him. All I know is I hate him, wish he could
never come knocking at our door and ask
for forgiveness ngoba I will never forgive
him. As long as I have uMamvulane wam
by my side, all is well ngoba she is my
everything.

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INSERT 108.
EZILE FANATHI.
I'm off today and I am enjoying my day off
lazing around in my house, I miss my
woman though but she is at and maybe I
should give her a suprise visit at work.
Bring her lunch or take her out to lunch,
Yondi is just my all njee andifuni noxoka.
Sunday we had our cleansing ceremony
and it was a success, I hope our baby will
find peace now that we had a cleanse
ceremony.

My door barged open and I frowned looking

at Nkosikhona, walking in serious like
always.

Me: Ekse zithini bawo, aren't you supposed

to be at work?

Nkosi: I was supposed to be at work. Qha I

knocked off early...
Me: Awuzi shayi nge qashu? You look like
ukwenye darkness nje.

Nkosi: Kawenze sjimbo. Mfethu

amankazana azosi bulala struu!

Me: Not le yam, ungamfaki uYondi wam

kulo category.

We both and I poured him a glass of

whiskey, while he told me about his
encounter with Liyema.

Nkosi: She is just confusing. Umntu rejects

me kodwa ufuna dick yam, jiki-jiki
undixelele nge boyfriend yakhe.

Me: So wena did you give her the dick?

Nkosi: I'm afraid once ndimtye, andizofuna
umyeka.

Me: Welele!

Nkosi: Futhi lonto izondenza ndicishe la

boyfriend yakhe, andisoze ndi share pussy
mna.

Me: Hayike thina, si taken and happy. Asina

stress, siya glow.a-

Nkosi: Hayi rhaa fuck you!

I laughed and he joined me, no because

nyan I am at my happiest with Yondi wam.
Ndingo wakhe yedwa, naye ungowam
ndedwa so yi pholas. I would kill anyone
who would try to get between us.

Nkosi: Kawutsho how did the cleansing go

Sunday?

Me: Smooth bawo, Mafungwashe and I are

happy that it's over but we will never forget
our Bullet.

Nkosi: Yhr ne, nizo phinde nibenenye

ingcosi marn.

Me: Yobonakala marn.

We sat there talking, until I got a call from

taima lika Mafungwashe.
[PHONECALL.]
I answered and Nkosi looked at me
shrugging.

Me: Aww grootman endizalele soulmate.

He chuckled and I joined him, Nkosi was so

curious.

Simphiwe: Wena kwedini, are you at work?

Me: Tuu kanti, I'm at home wearing i'robe

endayi thengelwa ngu baby.

Simphiwe: Selo chamba! Mamela marn,

how about we meet at a bar for a few
drinks.
Me: Hayi I know it won't be just drinks.

Simphiwe: Obviously kwedini, ndifuna

sithethe marn. Man to man...

Me: Okay grootman, which bar?

He told me which bar we'll meet at and I

dropped looking at Nkosi, he clapped once.

Nkosi: You meeting with your father-in-law?

Me: Ekse bawo, worse liyanquma ela

grootman.

Nkosi: Utsho ntanga?

Me: Mamela! I remember the first time he
found me and Yondi cuddling, qonda
ngubani le gavi iyi male version ka baby.

Nkosi laughed and we chilled for a while, he

left sometime later and I went to prepare
myself to meet Yondi's father.
·
·
I was with Ta Spizozo at the bar, having
some drinks manyani and man eli grootman
can talk shame.

Taka Yondi: Kwedini, I can see that you

and my daughter are treating each other
well.

Me: Eish grootman, Yondi undidlisile

straight ndi deep kule love.
Taka Yondi: I won't be one of those fathers
who threaten you to treat their daughter
well. Ngoba kaloku izoba ngathi ngoku
ndiyaku nyanzela uhlale naye, but just
know if you hurt ingcosi yam uzondazi
kwedini. Wena neza chomi zakho...

I chuckled and nod my head looking at him,

this man really love Mafungwashe. And
nam ke ndimthanda ukufa u'baby, I will
never hurt her nakwi dreams.

Me: Grootman, I know it might be hard to

believe but trust me...I love your daughter.
More than anyone or anything, at this point
ndiphilela yena and I have good intentions
only for her.
Taka Yondi: Noba ungandi charm.a
oksalayo uzonya njee if umvise
kabuhlungu.

We shared a brief laugh, I would never hurt

Yondi. He ordered a bottle of cognac, they
brought the bottle and we drank ne taima
lika soulmate wam.

Me: Thina bantu aba chill.a with oyihlo zala.

Taka Yondi: Tshini ndiyaku xelela. I mean

ndiyi cool gent moc, you would swear
ndikwezi age zenu!

Me: Haibo bhuda, ngoku unentshebana

e'grey.
Taka Yondi: Unganya li fuzo eli, ndina 26
mna Bragadier!

We sat there talking, drinking and laughing

about everything. Nothing makes me happy
than this, I mean this is every guys wish to
have a good chill with taima le baby lakho.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Well I was at the police station, Mpendulo
told me that the Captain asked me to come
here. I wonder what does he want... I
walked in the station to the front desk
officers, one came to me smiling.

Me: Hi, ndilapha to see the Captain.

Officer: Before that I have to say, thank you
for helping us catch the killer.

Me: Ohh pleasure, dear. Uphi. Captain

Thola ke?

Captain: Yondi! You made it, come this

way.

I looked at him as he came from behind me,

I looked at as he walked away and I sighed
following him. We got in his office and took
our seats...

Captain: So Yondz, ndi sure uyazibuza why

I asked you to come here.
Me: Ewe hope that it is something good.

Captain: Ohh it will be something good if

you help me without trouble.

Me: Trouble? When have I ever troubled

you...

Captain: See Yondi now that we trying to

build alliance, since you and your gay friend
helped us with a case we want to start with
trust.

Me: Uthetha ngantoni, Mthokozisi Thola?

He chuckled at the fact that I just called him

by his Identity name, he is so annoying
shame.
Captain: Ndivile that ujola noBragadier?

Me: Sooo?

Captain: You dating a gangster isn't

supposed to happen.

I chuckled in disbelief, yandinyela lona.

Me: What are you? My life coach...

Captain: Ndingumntu womthetho. I'm

dedicated to my job and as far as I know,
someone who has alliance with law doesn't
get involved with illegal dealings.
Me: I know that. Now I want gou to know
that my dating life has nothing to do with my
work life.

Captain: I want you to get us information

about Bragadier and his friends. They trust
you and getting them in prison has always
been my wish, they are dangerous people.

I stood up and took the glass with water

that was on the table, then threw the water
on his face. I know that was rude but rhaa!

Me: Mamela apha, I won't do lo kaka mna.

If ucinga I'm one of your stupid officers,
think again. And I suggest ungayi qali lento
uyifunayo, I'd rather have you hate me then
me spying on my man and his friends!
Uzozifumana usengxakini Captain, suqala
izinto ezishushu.
I clicked my tongue and stormed out his
office, bloody idiot. I took out my phone and
called Ezile as I walked out the station. He
picked up immediately...

Me: Hey, uphi?

Ezile: Haibo sixabene, baby wam?

Me: No just tell me uphi?

Ezile: I'm with amajita at the CRAFTSMEN

HOUSE. Ugrand?

Me: I'm on my way ke.

I got in my car and drove off to their
warehouse or whatever they call it.

[A WHILE LATER.]
I climbed out the car after parking and
walked to the door, I barged in and found
them sitting there counting stacks of money
with guns on the table.

Them: Aww Mafungwashe.

Me: Aww oGabhadin, Izinja madoda. Ndithi

nina ophunyuka bamphete, itop dogs!

They looked at me as I walked to them, I

wanted to laugh at their facial expressions
but I didn't.
Andile: Okay...what did we dala now?

Me: Kamnandi y'all counting stacks of

money, while I have a bastard hovering me
ngani.

Ezile: Baby uthetha ngantoni ngoku?

Me: Ndithetha ngo Captain Thola!

I told them what the Captain wanted me to

do, they just looked at each other and
chuckled.

Me: Nihleka ntoni?

Akhona: Don't worry about that one. Yinja
njee leyo, he won't find nothing on us.
Instead we have something on him.

Me: Guys please marn. I care about nina a

lot, having people think that I would betray
you guys kuba ndiyi journalist makes me
angry.

They smiled looking at me, I told them I

have to go back to work and they bid me
goodbyes. Ezile accompanied out, we
stood by my car and he smiled looking at
me.

Ezile: Baby, awumhle rhaa.

Me: Ever ndamhle kaloku kuwe.

Ezile: Bendihleli ne taima lakho, 2 hours
ago.

Me: Hayi nyani?

Ezile: Yeap, we were just having a good

chillas at the bar.

He pulled me by my waist and kissed me.

He gently grabbed the back of my neck
deepening the kiss, I moaned as he
grabbed my breast pressing me agains the
car. We pulled out the kiss and he bit his
lower lip looking at me.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda uyevha?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

Ezile: Undithanda kangakanani?

He asked that giving me neck kisses, I

giggled tilting my head as he sucked on my
neck. He finished what he was doing and
gave me a kiss again, man le ndoda
indenza ntoni.

Ezile: Ndibuzile baby, undithanda

kangakanani?

Me: Ayina limit le love yam for wena.

Ezile: Aww mntuwam, yabona wena.

Ngaske ndiku vingcele oko, awufuni sizame
omnye umntana?
Me: Haaaa Ezile!

I pushed him away and he opened the door

for me and helped me in the car, I blushed
bethuna ndi gone mna!

Ezile: Ndadlala, sizomitha nge ntando ka

thixo. Iyandi zonda ke la bra!

I chuckled as we played around a bit,

before he let me go back to work. I thought
about spoiling him, get him a gift njee. I
mean he always spoils me, to the point I
even get allowance ye girlfriend ndithi
izigaxa ze mali!

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YONDI MNDINI.
It's the day of my opening launch, I'm so
excited and I was up all day preparing
myself for today. From my pedicures,
medicures and outfit yhuuu ndi ready and
excited for officially opening my business.

Teddy: Mntase yhuuu I am so happy for

you!

Me: I am happy for myself, this day is finally

here!

Teddy: Jonga the fact that I will be arriving

nawe, makes me feel like some type of
queen!
I giggled drinking the glass of Champagne,
I was waiting for my hairstylist and make up
artist to get here. Teddy wanted to help me
dress up, naye he will dress up once when I
dress up. The rest of my friends are
probably at the venue andazi, Bragadier
went as far as getting me a personal driver
ne drama indoda endinayo.
·
·
I was all glammed up, I looked super
gorgeous with my Teddy bear. The make
up artist really did a outstanding job, I also
love how the hairstylist styled my weave.
Teddy helped me get dressed in my black
Gert Johan Coetzee designer masterpiece
dress, it looked very sexy and it fitted me
perfectly.
Teddy: No we have to take as many snaps!
Le dress ingathi they designed it on your
body.

Me: Enkosi mntase, nawe you look

ravishing.

I wore my Medusa Chain heel, it was a gift

from indoda yam and it fitted perfectly. 45
minutes later, we were done and on our
way to the venue. I got a call from my man
checking up on me, he told me him, his
friends and my friends were already there
drinking the expensive alcohol. He was
happy that I even had his favourite whiskey
added..

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

We got out of the car and walked in the
venue, I love how everyone was mingling
amongst each other. I took pictures with a
few people and my friends, with Bragadier
and his friends separately. My father was
so proud along with sis Babsie, I welcomed
and mingled a bit with some guest before
going to stand on the podium.

I hit my glass and everyone paid their

attention to me, I smiled before clearing my
throat.

Me: Molweni, welcome to my opening

launch. To those who doesn't know me, I
am Yondi Mndini also known as Thee
Journalist.

Mpumi: WE LOVE YOU YONDI!

Everyone laughed and I blew her a kiss
then went back to focusing.

Me: I never planned to open a Graphic

Design company, I'm sure some of you are
asking yourselves "why is this lady starting
a Graphic design business, but uyi
Journalist"?

Everyone shared a brief laugh and I smiled

looking at them.

Me: Well reason is I thought maybe I should

start this business, because I love fashion
and I was once at a age where I used to
sketch designs at the back of my school
books whenever I'm bored. High school
came and I had passion for Therapy, but
later things went South and I became Yondi
The Journalist. I'm opening this company
because I know there are so many
designers out there who would like the
opportunity to persue their dreams.

I sighed and held on to the podium, why am

I suddenly feeling dizzy? But I told myself
that I won't let it ruin this night.

Me: There is a start for everything. I have

hope that I will be opening doors for people,
we all know how people lack to find jobs in
our country. So everyone who has potential
and passion for graphics and design will be
employed, yes I won't be with them 24/7
because nam ndiyi employee and my boss
is very strict when it comes to punctuality.

Mpendulo: Damn right I am!

Laughs and chuckles erupted in the room
and I smiled shaking my head looking at
Mpendulo.

Me: But I will make sure my employees

won't lack anything, especially
opportunities. I want this company to be
known worldwide and for good reasons, I
believe in teamwork ke mna. All in all, I
wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my
awesome father. Yes I met him at a later
stage of my life, but I'm grateful for what he
has done for me. How he always
encourage me to always follow what I want.

I looked at my friends smiling before looking

at Bragadier and his friends.
Me: I'm blessed to have friends and a lover
that support me in good and bad times, sad
and joyful moments. People who aren't
afraid to tell you truth you, yourself don't
want to hear. Friends who celebrate your
accomplishments with you, fix all your
wrong doing are very rare to find. My
friends are those rare friends, I thank God
for them everyday. The love and support
we give each other no matter what is the
best.

Teddy: Yaas bitch!

Busi: We love you, baby!

Me: Ndithanda uGuluva wam ke mna.

Tata: Yhey ikudlisile le ntwana!

Everyone laughed and Ezile couldn't
contain his smile while looking at me, his
friends were busy cheering for him.
Everyone settled down again and I blushed
as Ezile winked at me.

Me: With that being said...Thanks to each

and everyone of you for the love and
support, I'm praying everyone in this room
accomplish their dreams and more. It is to
my announcement to say that UNITY
HOUSE is officially open. United we will
stand ke in this company hence I named it
UNITY HOUSE ngoba I believe unity...

Everyone cheered happily and whistles

went around the room.
Me: So spread the word to abantu abane
potential for design, bafake CV zabo ngobu
nintsi babo. Thank you and enjoy the rest of
the night, we have all sorts of beverages
and food. TO SUCCESS!

Everyone: TO SUCCESS!

They also raised their everyone clapped

and cheered as I moved away from the
podium, some went and congratulated me.
Some made announcements about
sponsoring to my business, that made me
so happy haibo! As the night went
everyone mingled with others, while the
others took pictures and some ate and
drank. My colleagues were fussing over me
and trust me it made me more dizzy.
Anam: Girl! I have to say you outdid
yourself kuhle apha!

Me: Enkosi I'm happy you all made it.

Nontle: Come on Yondz, we couldn't miss

this for the world.

Joseph: Plus you are always there to

support us in our occasions, when we need
the support.

Me: Group hug?!

Them: Yeaaaah!!

I giggled as we all gathered for a group

hug, they are really great colleagues. I'm
happy they made it nyani, Mpendulo and
his wife came to me and gave hug
congratulating me. Akanxile uMpendulo...

Mpendulo: So wena uthetha indaba zam?

Ufuna abantu bandibone as a monster
boss.

Me: Haibo was I lying na wethu?

Mrs. L: No, ndimazi kakuhle nge punctuality

nam.

We shared a brief laugh and I looked at the

glowing Mrs.L, we spoke a bit until Ezile
came and took me away. We moved a bit
far from everyone and we hugged and he
gave me 3 pecks on the lips.
Ezile: You know that ndikwazi kakuhle.
What's going on baby?

Me: What do you mean?

Ezile: Ngoku ubusenza speech, there was a

moment you didn't seem fine. Nangoku I
can see you holding yourself.

Me: Andazi I just felt dizzy.

Ezile: Want me to take you to the doctor?

Me: No babe, I'm sure ayonto ingako.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda baby, I would hate if

anything bad happens to you.
He held the sides of my face and I wrapped
my arms around his waist, we kissed and
my father disturbed our moment.

Tata: Bragadier, I see you fed my daughter

korobela.

Ezile: Ndimtyise yonke Grootman, andizoyi

fihla tuu futhi.

They shared a laugh and I smiled looking at

them talk for a while, Ezile's mother came
running to where we stood squealing while
her husband followed her. She threw
herself in my arms, umntu was excited.

Maka Ezile: Baby, yhuuu yabona wena!

Me: Awumhle, I feel like you deserve the
award for best dress for the night.

She did a little twirl and I giggled, sis Babsie

came and joined our little party.

Ezile: Kodwa bazali, can't you all give us

space nje uba?

Taka Ezile: Ngazonya wena apha! Tshini,

kawusimele Ezile!

Tata: Kudala ndathi le ntwana yakho, hleli

njee ifuna uvingcela umntana wam.

We laughed and talked for a while,

andidinwe kuthetha kunini ndithetha
namhlanje. My dad asked for a moment
with me, he held my hands as they gave us
space.

Tata: Have I ever told you how proud I am

of you?

Me: Always, Tata ka Yondi.

Tata: I'm so proud of you and remember I

promised to buy you a car?

Me: I remember, tata wam.

Tata: You should expect delivery yayo

sometime next week.

Me: Really?! What car is it?

Tata: Uzoyibona ngoko. It's not your dream
car, but one of your top 3 favourite cars.

I squealed excitedly doing a little jump then

gave him hug, he chuckled and hugged me
too giving me a little spin. I'm just happy
that I made him and myself proud once
again, futhi I am yet to make him proud this
is just ama trailers.

Tata: Unganxili kakhulu ke, go and have fun

mntanam.

Me: I love you, Tata wam.

Tata: I love you nam, sanalwam.

We walked to everyone else and the night

went on with me mingling, drinking and
dancing with people I know and don't know.
People were drunk, laughing and talking to
the top of their lungs. Ezile and his friends
were also having their own little fun,
obviously most people were afraid of them
just because they are "dangerous
gangsters" and these fuckers were enjoying
njee qha bona not fazed about these
people. I still can't believe I'm the only one
who knows THE SEVENTH CIRLCE. I
smiled happily as my friends finally got the
chance to hug me, this will be the night I will
remember. The night of opening my first
ever business, UNITY HOUSE.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 110.
EZILE FANATHI.
Kuthiwa Sundays are for lovers and today
is that day, just me and my baby dedicating
this day to us with no interference.
Yesterday we had a blast at her opening
launch, she really went all out on everything
no wonder she is still asleep.

Me: Baby, baby wam vuka.

Yondi: No ndiniwe mna shame.

Me: Kodwa baby, ndizo lila ke mna.

Yondi: Lila shame, I am so tired mna

ngeke.
I chuckled as she turned the other way and
slept, I pulled the bed covers then pulled
her leg and she giggled.

Yondi: Ezile marni!

Me: Vuka, vuka wena tshini sugeza.

Yondi: But I'm tired...

Me: So kengoku when will we begin our day

if uzofuna lala baby?

I slapped her thigh and she giggled, I

smiled looking at her. Rhaaa ndikhethile
mna struu!

Yondi: Why udika nje?

Me: Vuka wethu!

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs

around my waist as I walked to the ensuite,
kissing her. She was really tired shame, but
we will rest tonight marn ndifuna yena mna
ngoku. I sat her on the basin cabinet then
prepared our electric toothbrushes, she
took hers while closing her eyes and we
brushed our teeth fooling around. We
rinsed our mouths with mouthwash, then
went for a shower it was innocent this time
ngoba undiniwe umntu wam shame.

[AT THE BEACH.]

Yondi and I were at the beach, I was taking
pictures of her. She was wearing this sexy
looking Brown and white, swimsuit and trust
me I was jealous shame ngoba lamajita
alapha kept staring at her.

Me: Ndi sure if I wasn't "Bragadier" these

fuckers were going to be all over you.

Yondi: Haibo baby, is that why you sulking?

Me: Ewe tshini, jonga lo. Kawumjonge...ude

akhubeke rhaaa.

I stopped taking pictures of her and hugged

her, she giggled and looked up to me. I
gave her a kiss and pulled her closer,
groaning in her mouth.

Yondi: Baby marni...

Me: Ndiyaku thanda marn, I would never
get tired of telling you that.

Yondi: So lover yam, where to from here?

Me: How about we go for a movie?

Yondi: Okay, ndine something for wena

futhi.

Me: Another gift? Spoil indoda yakho wena

baby.

Yondi: Oko moc.

We spent a little time at the beach, taking

videos and selfies together. We posted
some on our social media, my mother
asked me to send her the pictures she also
posted us. She really loves Yondi, no cap.
·
·
We went to the movies ke and we watched
some romantic movie, never been a fan of
many things but Yondi made me a fan of
most things. Especially when I do them with
her, after movie we went for wine tasting.

Yondi: Having a good day?

Me: Very amazing day baby, wena?

Yondi: Nam ke sarna, nthonje ndinxile yile

wine.
Me: Weak wena baby, andazi how females
get drunk nge wine qha.

Yondi: Haibo baby, sothini unganxili into

isthi alcohol. Hayi sunxila nawe...

Some of the people around us laughed, I

guess they heard her. I smiled holding her
hand then kissed it, while we spoke about
other things. 1 hour later we went home, my
house is our home apha kum. We sat on
the couch and she looked at me smiling, I
raised my eyebrow smiling.

Me: Awunxile, andisaku thandi moer!

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda Guluva, never ever

think of hurting me ne?
Me: Asoze baby, not even in my wildest
dreams.

I pulled her to my arms and we shared

kisses, while whispering sweet nothing to
each other.

Yondi: Kodwa wena akange undincome

namhlanje, baby.

Me: Hayibo njani? Ndisandoku ncoma.

Yondi: Andikuvanga usithi "baby wam"

namhlanje, awundi thandi wena ndoda.

I laughed in disbelief, haibo lomntana. I

have been complimenting her all day njena,
amankazana ngo thanda uqala uchuku.
Me: Okay, ndiyakuthanda kodwa.

Yondi: I have something for you...

Me: You said that ealier on at the beach,

yintoni?

Yondi: Wait here, ndiyeza ngoku.

I gently grabbed her neck and kissed her,

she put her hand on my thigh and I swear I
felt butterflies in my stomach. I pulled out
looking at her smiling...

Me: Uyenzani indoda baby?

Yondi: Ndiyinika uthando lwam lonke.

I chuckled and spanked her ass as she
stood up to get the gift she got me, I
wonder yintoni. She came back holding a
giftbag, then gave it to me and I blushed.

Me: Yintoni lena baby?

Yondi: Go ahead and open it.

I blinked and opened it I saw a Wolfburn

Langskip Single Malt Scotch whisky and a
KWV Nexus 30 Brandy, I couldn't contain
my smile yhuu lomntana. There was a Clive
Christian Cologne and a Armani Exchange
Stainless steel watch. I sniffed looking at
her holding in my tears.

Me: Baby...
Yondi: It's okay, there is more to that. But
enye will be delivered in the morning.

Me: Baby wam, enkosi ngaske ndilile ke

sarna.

Yondi: Thank you for loving me.

Me: And ndisezoku thanda. Ungadikwa

luthando lwam, because alupheli for wena.

She wiped my tears and kissed me, I pulled

her to sit on top of me after carefully placing
my gifts on the floor.

Me: Awuyi ngomso span, uzohlala nam?

Yondi: Ewe if awuzo bakho busy, yi day off
yam.

Me: So we will have our little braai?

Yondi: Okay. Awulambanga?

Me: Take my phone and order in baby,

udiniwe for uma ekitchini.

She chuckled and took my phone, odering

while I smiled opening the Brandy she
gifted me and drank it. After she was done
ordering she gave me my phone, I took a
boomerang of my bottle of brandy and
posted it on my WhatsApp with a caption
"Elam imama alonqeni ukupha R25k ye
brandy for mna, yehla kamnandi ithengwe
ngu baby." Obviously my friends were the
first to view my status, I chuckled as they
asked me to leave some for them zinyile
asoze!

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

My soulmate and I were having a nice and
warm bath together, I sat behind her
grabbing her breast and sucking on her
neck. Leaving love marks on where I suck,
she giggled caressing my thigh.

Yondi: So baby, how do you feel ke? Like

mentally and emotionally yonke lanto?

Me: Honestly I'm at happiest, because of

you.

Yondi: So you happy huh?

She asked laying her back on my chest and
I smiled loving every moment of this, she
really cares about my feelings.

Me: Kakhulu baby, I want to remain like this

forever. Wena are you happy with me?

Yondi: Kuthiwa "bad boys bring heaven to

you" so mna ndise heaven, I'm more than
happy sthandwa sam.

I titled her head gently holding her neck and

kissed her, we kissed for a while and pulled
out giggling.

Me: Can I share my family history nawe?

Yondi: Ewe baby, you didn't have to ask.

Me: So as you know I grew up in a family of
5. Just my parents, me and my 2 little
siblings. My father always made sure we
have a great upbringing, but we shouldn't
become snobs yabo...work hard for what
we want.

Yondi: Do you have any other relatives?

Me: Yeah, but we are not close to them.

Especially my mother's side of the family,
they never wanted my mother to get
married to my father.

Yondi: Haibo why?

I chuckled wrapping my arms around her as

we got more comfortable on the bathtub.
Me: My father was a gangster, so they
hated lonto. My mother chose love over
family, and they realized that it's useless
disowning her ngoba they depend on her
anyways.

Yondi: What about your father's side of the

family?

Me: They around when they feel like it, they

are your typical in-laws who hate the
daughter-in-law. My mother don't give a
fuck about them hating on her, neither do
my father and me.

Yondi: Good rhaa, I will never understand

in-laws who hates the daughter-in-law. I
would never be that type of in-law...
She continued listening to me and I also
told her how me and the gents became
"The Seventh Circle", she was shocked to
discover we've known each other since
primary.

Yondi: Ngaske ndibone childhood picture

zenu, inoba azinkulu intloko!

I burst out laughing and she joined me. We

went silent for a while and I went closer to
her ear.

Me: Ndicela khumeme yakho emnandi?

Yondi: Yi thathe, Guluva wam.

I gently grabbed her neck and kissed her
while in that same position, I lift her a bit up
and sat her on my thighs running the tip of
my dick on her slit. She moaned as I slide it
in grunting, she pulled out the kiss and
positioned herself giving me the view of her
ass and her beautiful butterfly tattoo on her
lower back. I held her waist groaning in
satisfaction as she rode me in a reverse
cowgirl position.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 111.
YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Wednesday and I’m happy to say things
are going well at UNITY HOUSE, well I
make sure to go check the process of
things always after work. I already have a
HR manger taking care of things, and a few
other people in other positions. I got a call
from Nozibele as I parked my car on the
parking lot at work.

Me: Hey, mntase.

Nozibele: Yondi!

She squealed so excitedly over the phone

making me smile and giggle.

Me: I guess you received some good

news?
Nozibele: Ewe I will be starting with my
training next week Monday, a delivery guy
also delivered a cloths shopping gift card.
Thank you..

Me: It’s okay sisi, I’m doing all this out of

the goodness of my heart.

Nozibele: Mamvulane is so excited that I

will be working soon, she even prays for
you every night.

Me: Is it weird that I miss her somehow? I

think I should visit you both noba kunge
weekend.

Nozibele: We would appreciate that, bring

Teddy too I will make some muffins.
 I giggled and wished her well, she couldn’t
stop thanking me. I’m just happy she took
this opportunity she will learn fast kula
training, I believe in her mna. I climbed out
the car and took my work things walking in
the building, the receptionist waved at me
while talking on the she is such a sweet old
lady.

Teddy: Baby girl, ohhh good you brought

some cappuccinos!

Me: Hey, Toddly.

Teddy: Ohh uqalileke, worse I was thinking

of visiting her ke sarna.
I giggled giving him the Cuppucino and he
thanked me, I removed the silk scarf on my
neck and he gasped dramatically.

Teddy: Ohh my goodness, so many love

bites!

Me: Shhh not so loud marn.

Teddy: What were you and Ezile up too?

Yhey nina, ndibone ne status zenu nisi
phemfumlisa nge pipe!

I giggled and fixed the silk scarf around my

neck, before we went back to work. Well we
long submitted the article we were assigned
to do together, our boss was really
impressed by it.
·
·
Around midday my mood was suddenly off,
I had this bad feeling njee andazi marn. I
got in the passengers seat of Teddy’s car
and he got in the driver’s side.

Teddy: Haibo Yondz, what’s with the

sudden mood change?

Me: Andazi marn, ndine bad feelin nje nam.

Teddy: Bad feeling?

Me: Ewe almost like khona into

ezokwenzeka.

Teddy: Switch off those feelings bitch,

please marn.
Me: Yeah, you right.

He started the ignition and drove off, I

texted Bragadier and his friends asking
them individually if they were fine. They
also stress me the fuck out ngale
dangerous life yabo sometimes, they all
texted me back sayin they are fine.

25 minutes later, I was sitting with all my

friends at resturant stuffing myself with
food. They were talking and I was just not
feeling it, I kept eating and zoning our.

Mpumi: Haibo Yondi?!

Me: Hmmm?
Busi: We talking to you, chomi.

Me: Nithini?

Teddy: Please don’t tell me you stressed

because une bad feeling?

I sighed and took a sip from my juice as

they all looked at me.

Me: I have never felt this way before,

ndinawo nombilini.

Siyakha: What are you thinking about?

Me: Nix in particular just random things.

Liyema: See, see…that means akho nix
ezokwenzeka.

Me: I think I need just a glass of wine.

I lift up my hand and called the waiter, I

ordered a glass of wine and he came with it
after a few.

Teddy: Shame chomi you stressing nyani.

Me: Ndizoba right marn, ndizoba moja.

Mpumi: Sharp skeem.

We spoke and had our lunch then returned

back to our daily jobs, I was caught up in
my work and managed to avoid the bad
feeling. Knock off time came and from work,
I had to drive to my company just to check
on how things are.

[AT UNITY HOUS.]

I got in and smiled seeing some of the
renovating team here completing the
renovations before all employees start next
week, they greeted me smiling and I
returned the smile and spoke to them for a
while before going to the HR’s office. I
knocked and he told me to come in, he is
gay and he knows his job very he told us to
call him Queen P.

Queen P: Ohh hello gorgeous, unjani?

Me: Fantastic wena?

Queen P: I’m feeling cute! Here for the daily
check up?

Me: Yeah, how are you holding up? Are you

managing?

Queen P: I’m managing well, I got you the

most qualified P.A!

Me: Really? I hope uzoyimela into yoba yi

personal assistance yam, ngoba it will
come with too much work.

Queen P: Given the money she will get

paid, uzoyimela obviously.

I chuckled and she took me through the

process, so far about 50 people applied for
the job and the HR is still going through
some of their CV’s. He only answered 22
people so far, ohyini ngaske baze bonke if
possible.

Me: You really dedicated to your job ne?

Queen P: Of course! By next week uzobona

wena, we will be up and running.

Me: I’m thinking of making you a boss while

you not around, kodwa ingathi uzoba
bullyisha abanye.

We shared a brief laugh and I also went

through 3 CV’s, I hope they are really what
they say they are in their CV’s. I won’t pay
them so much money per month for
nothing, I let after an hour and first went to
check on the renovations of my office
before driving home.
·
·
I was parked in my yard trying to reach out
for my gate remote, it fell when I was
driving in when someone suddenly opened
my side of the door roughly. My heart raced
as I saw Onwaba’s face, he had this look
that I’m familiar with.

Onwaba: Hello, sdala sam.

Me: Onwaba, please don’t try what you

thinking about.

I tried reaching for my phone but he quickly

pulled me out of the car and banged my
head hard on the driving wheel, I became
dizzy instantly as he strangled me too.

Me: Onwaba please…

Onwaba: Mna and you are going

somewhere.

Me: I’m not going anywhere with you!

He let go of my neck and pushed me to the

ground, I was blinked a couple of times
feeling dizzy and I heard my car door bang
shut as my head pounded. FUCK!

Onwaba: Masambe!

Me: Wait…
He pulled me up and dragged me to his car,
I tried fighting him off but he was too strong.

Me: Onwaba ndiyeke marn, you hurting me!

Onwaba: Tsek! Tsek thula!

Me: Ndiyeke! Ndiyeke swine!

I screamed as he gave me a back slap

sending me to the ground.

Onwaba: Qwaba unye ne? Sundi sokolisa

joe!

He picked me up and shoved me in his car

and locked it, before he rushed to the
drivers seat and unlocked the car to get in. I
quickly opened the door to run, but stopped
on my tracks as I heard a gun cocking.

Onwaba: I don’ have time for this. Get in

the car, Yondi!

Me No, uzondibulala wena.

Onwaba: Wenzeni wena?

Me: Andiyazi please suyenza lento.

Onwaba: Ngene motweni, Yondi.

I wiped my falling tears then got in the car,

he got in as well and sped off driving to the
graveyard that was an hour out of town.
Once we got there it was already dark and
my head hurts so bad.

Onwaba: Phuma what are you waiting for?

Me: What are we doing here?

Onwaba: What does it look like?

Me: Onwaba please let me go.

Onwaba: YHEY SHUT UP!

He dragged me out of the car by my hair,

we fought to a point he kicked me on the
stomach. No one was going to hear my
screams, ngoba we far from houses. He
dragged me deep into the dark graveyard
he pushed me to the ground and I silently
cried, because of the pain in my head and
stomach.

Onwaba: I’m killing you today. You can’t be

happy with enye indoda ndikhona, a
gangster at that!

Me: Onwaba please…I’m in pain, you’ve

caused me enough pain in the past don’t do
it again.

Onwaba: Marry me ke! Let’s go somewhere

far and unknown to start afresh.

I looked at him as he pace up and down like

someone losing it.

Me: I can’t marry you, I won’t marry-

Onwaba: Yondi can’t you see I love you?!

Me: You don’t inflict pain on someone you

love, uphambene njee qha wena!

He gave me a hard slap and kicked me

hard on the stomach, making me in scream
in pain and fall to the ground. He pulled me
by my hair, making me look at him as I let
the tears fall. I chuckled while wincing in
pain.

Me: Kill me, Onwaba. It’s either you die

tonight or I die.

He chuckled strangling me, looking at my

face then he chuckled.
Onwaba: You grew balls, huh? Yakwazi
nophendula ngoku?

Yondi: Fuck…you Onwaba.

He bumped his forehead so hard against

mine, I moaned feeling my headache
getting worser as I laid on the ground
holding it my vision blurring. He stood up
straight and gave me his back, I looked at
him feeling weak and used the little energy
and strength left in me to stand up and fight
him.

Onwaba: Ayikho enye option, I’m killing you

and burying you in one of these graves.

I quickly tackled him from behind he turned

and laid on his backTHE JOURNALIST.
BONUS INSERT.
YONDI MNDINI.
I looked at him chuckle while coughing
blood then I quickly stood up with the gun in
my hand, my hands were covered with his
blood. I looked at him bleeding from his
stomach, he kept coughing and spitting
blood and chuckling bitterly.

Onwaba: Bitch!

Me: I told you one of us is going to die

tonight, I guess that is it’s you!

Onwaba: I shoul…should’ve killed you! I

don’t regret abusing you-
Me: THULA NJANDINI!

I said that breathing heavily feeling my

anger build up, while tears fell from my
eyes.

Onwaba: I enjoyed seeing you beg for my

mercy.

Yondi: NDITHE SHUT UP!

I fired 2 gunshots at him and then lowered

the gun as he laid the with his eyes open
and not moving. I slowly kneeled to the
ground screaming and crying as reality
struck me, I have yet again killed someone.
I made a vow to myself after killing Sihle for
what he did, that I will never kill another
soul.
I crawled to Onwaba to check his pulse and
he was really dead, I wipe the blood in my
hands on my white T-shirt then ran to
Onwaba’s car as dizzy as I was, the gun
still in my hand. I found the keys still
dangling in the car ignition then I got in the
car, struggling to start the ignition while
wiping the tears on my face.

Me: AAAAAAAA FUCK MARN!

I hit the driving wheel and laid my head on it

crying, the headache showing me flames
and my throat was burning surprisingly the
pain in my stomach subsided. I searched
for Onwaba’s phone and found it then
called Ezile with it. The last time I checked
they were going on a mission with his
friend.
[PHONECALL.]
He answered his phone on the fourth ring
and I heard male laughter in the
background, meaning he is still with his
friends.

Ezile: Ukhala ngani?

Me: Ezile ndim…

Ezile: Baby?! Majita shh kancinci.

Me: I killed him, ndimbulele. Uphi?!

Ezile: I’m at the CRAFTSMEN HOUSE,

uphi wena ngoku?
Me: Ndiyeza ke…

I dropped the call wiping my falling tears,

while wincing and sniffing because of the
headache.
·
·
55 minutes later, I parked the car carelessly
and ran inside the gents warehouse they
stood up in shock looking at me.

Them: Mafungwashe?!

Ezile was already by my side hugging me

as I cried, questioning me about the blood
while Lucky kept inspecting if the blood was
mine or not.
Mahle: Fungwashe, are you hurt?
Kwenzekani Yondikhapinkosi!

Me: I killed him, I killed Onwaba!

I told them what happened and they asked

me where the body is, I told them it’s where
I left it at the graveyard .

Nkosi: Zokwazi usi director phaya?

Me: Ewe. But what about his car?

Sive: Lucky and I will drive in it, we will burn

it xa sifika pha.

Ezile made me look at him, he clenched his

jaws getting angry.
Ezile: He did this to you? Your bruised
neck, unayo ne fingers on the cheek baby!

Me: He did this, can we just get rid of the

body already?

Akhona: You not getting rid of no body, we

are!

Lucky: Masambeni bafethu!

We all walked out the warehouse,

Bragadier sat at the backseat of Akhona’s
car holding me to his arms like he is holding
me for the last time. Akhona was driving
like a maniac speeding to where I directed
him, the others followed behind us. I’m just
happy it’s almost midnight, I moaned feeling
the headache strike harder and Ezile kissed
my forehead holding me tightly.

Eziel: Uzoba right baby, I’m here for you

mntuwam.

He kept kissing the top of my head.

Sometime later we got to the graveyard, in
respect of the dead souls in the graveyard
they suggested we burn him in his car at
outside the graveyard. They didn’t want me
to do anything, I sat there watching them
burn the body with the car they are so quick
rhaa.

We all stood from afar watching the car

burn down, until only some parts of it
remained they kept looking at me with
sympathetic eyes.
Me: Ndiright guys, thank you for helping
you.

Lucky: We are here for you Mafungwashe.

Me: Good this stays between us, I don’t

want my father stressing and yonke lanto.

Ezile: Kodwa baby, you just relived your

trauma.

Me: Ndiright mna as long as I know he is

dead.

Akhona: You sure awufuni sikufunele

therapist?
Me: Nope. Ndinayo therapist, my
stepmother is also a therapist so ndi grand.

I stumbled seeing blury then Ezile catched

me as I lost balance.

Ezile: I got you baby, I got you…

His voice faded as my eyes closed and

darkness consumed me.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up in Ezile’s room, I quickly sat up
as I remembered work. I tried getting off
bed but Ezile held me, I looked at him.

Ezile: Uyaphi baby?

Me: Work…I have to get to work.

Ezile: I spoke to your boss over phone call,

I told him you fainted and you were heating
up.

Me: What? But phone yam is-

Ezile: Ndinayo number ka boss wakho, for

situations ezinje.

I sighed and he pulled me to his arms, I

noticed I was wearing his T-shirt .

Me: Is it weird that I feel relieved instead of

regret?
Ezile: No, I mean la nja put you through a
lot.

Me: He is surely going to rot in hell, akazo

funwa ngu Thixo akazo funwa nangu
Satane.

Ezile: Haibo baby, uthini ngoku?

Ezile laughed and I smiled rolling my eyes,

it’s true njena ngaske abeyi lost spirit njee
uOnwaba.

Me: It’s true njena…futhi ndi lambile mna,

please.

Ezile: Uzotya ntoni? Should I order in..

Me: No ndirhalela Oats, with some
strawberry as toppings.

He looked at me smirking and I shrugged

looking at him too.

Ezile: Since when do you like Oats?

Me: Andithi it will have my favourite thing as

toppings? So ayizoba yi issue.

Ezile: Okay you take a shower, I will

prepare le Oats for you quick baby.

Me: Okay, baby enkosi.

He caressed my face and kissed me, I

pulled out giggling since he started touching
me all over. He chuckled and gave me a
peck before going out the room, at least we
both don’t have morning breath. I sighed
pulling up the covers, thinking if should I
hide this from my father or not.
·
·
2 hours later, I was in the room watching
reality shows while Ezile was with his
friends. Just then the door to his room
opened, I looked at my as he stood there
evident that he is hiding something from
me. I switched of the Tv and he gave me a
nervous smile…

Me: What is it Ezile? What did you do?

Ezile: Mna? Haibo baby, I did nothing

njena.
Me: I know you like you know me, there is
something you hiding.

Ezile: Okay, ungandi qumbeli…I had to

baby.

Me: Had to what? Thetha…

Ezile: We called your father here, as we

speak he is downstairs with amajita.

Me: Ningama phixiphixi yaz?

He chuckled as I walked to him, I don’t

blame them though ngoba my father
deserves to know. He held my hand as I
walked past him, then gave me a french
kiss.

Mahle: Hayi niya geza, we waiting on you 2

kanti niya lebana nina.

We pulled out the kiss and Ezile chuckled, I

looked at Mahle with a serious face.

Me: Nalo elinye phixiphixi. At least yena

uGuluva wam, uyaxolisa for betraying me
by calling my father ngala kiss imnandi.
Wena and the rest of abanye oJudas,
nizoxolisa njani?

Mahle: Haibo Fungwashe, yhini first born

yethu-
Me: That won’t work, kawume ndiyo
explain.a kula ndoda indizalayo kwenzeke
ntoni.

They laughed as I walked away, I walked to

the lounge as they followed and my father
was sitting there laughing with Bragadier’s
friends, he stood up and quickly came to
hug me.

Tata: Mntanam unjani? I heard what

happened…

Me: Ndiright Tata, my neck hurts from being

strangled and ndine ntloko njee kancinci.

He kissed my forehead and I giggled, we

sat down and I looked at the rest of Ezile’s
friends.
Lucky: Aww Mafungwashe…Busi uthe
ndikuxelele she miss you.

Me: Didn’t I tell you guys not to tell anyone

about what happened?

Nkosi: Eishh ngu Mahle noEzile, aba bathe-

Ezile&Mahle: Hayi rhaa sjimbo!/Hayi

suxoka, hayi suxoka!

Nkosi: Nini moc, haibo!

Ezile: Ngu Andile tshini!

Andile: Hayi ngakulinge, ndim phi? Mna

ndive Akhona esithi kutsho uSive.
Sive: Sive lowo uve ngo Ntlantla, maku
thethwe inyani kodwa..

Lucky: Njani kodwa mna ndi lost uba why

nilapha? Ndithunywe ngu Busi mna, uba
ndizoxele uYondi uyamkhumbula

They went on and on my father was busy

chuckling entertained by their stupidness, yi
Seventh Circle e’feared kele yenza lento.
When they were done I looked at my father
and told him everthing, he told me he is just
glad that Onwaba is gone and dusted out
the land of the living. My father left for work
and I chilled with Ezile and his friends a bit,
the guys went back to their daily jobs as
well and now I was stuck with my man. We
cuddled on the couch and slept while
having a conversation.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 112.
[FEW MONTHS LATER.]
YONDI MNDINI.
Everything was going good on my side, my
business has been booming and my father
gifted me with a Range Rover Evoque. I
love everything about the car! Otherwise
ndiya glow.a and Bragadier and I’s love is
growing by the day, we sometimes go to
the gym just to stay fit. We try every
adventurous things together, especially
during sexual intercourse.

It’s Saturday morning and I was with Ezile

at his house, I was giving him back rubs.
Ezile: Baby don’t you think we should go on
a weekend away?

Me: Another one?

Ezile: Ewe baby. If it were up to me, we

were going to go on weekend aways every
weekend.

Me: Baby awudikwa ndim?

Ezile: Tuu baby wam, ngaske ndihlale nawe

oko mna.

I giggled and kissed his back, he chuckled

and sat up on the massage bed. Well we
purchased the massage bed not so long
ago, he pulled me to stand between his
legs and gave me a kiss.
Ezile: Hey, baby.

Me: Hey, Guluva wam.

Ezile: Awumhle my T-shirt looks good on

you.

Me: Enkosi baby.

I traced his Jaguar neck tattoo and gighled ,

he chukled rubbing his nose on my mine.

Ezile: Uxozwe yintoni?

Me: If it wasn’t for this tattoo and Sindi, I

wouldn’t be happy and in love.
Ezile: Kutsho bani? I mean we were still
going to be together, we made for each
other.

Me: Utsho baby? I love you ne…

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda nam, ndiku thanda

isgaxa sento.

Me: Kandi phuze kaloku…

He chuckled and kissed me pulling me to

him, I pulled out and wrapped my arms
around him giving him a hug. He kissed my
forehead and hugged me humming.

Ezile: Let us go and prepare for the braai

we were invited to.
Me: Kanene siya nakwi housewarming
party ka Mahle?

Ezile: Yeap but it’s later at night yona, baby.

Me: Okay ke.

We walked to his room with him hugging

me from behind whispering sweet nothing
in my ear, I was giggling at tjoo Ezile sarna.
Well her mother asked me and him to join
them for the braai they will have, it was
nothing big will just be Ezile’s parents, his
siblings and me with Ezile.
·
·
Ezile’s mother and I were done making
salads, she was so drunk sarna and Nikitha
was not having it. Bragadier, his little
brother and father were outside braaing the
meat.

Maka Ezile: Yhuu Yondi baby, ndiyavuya

we got to spend a day with you.

Nikitha: Kuvuya mna, I mean the fact that

my friends are jealous kuba I know sis
Yondi.

Me: Jealous?

Nikitha: Ewe, they saw my WhatsApp story

updates. Bathi mna, I don’t invite them to
come and see you.

Maka Ezile: Rhaa bayanya!

Me: Besides andazi why people treat me
like some celebrity, andiyo celebrity mna.

Nikitha: Haaa sisi, you are njena!

I giggled and took a sip from the glass of

wine, mama ka Guluva started to talk about
men.

Maka Ezile: Kodwa amadoda funeke

asithande ibe ngathi sizi pipi zabo!

Nikitha: Haibo mama, please sunxila

kakubi.
Maka Ezile: Yinyani njena! Andithi men love
their dicks more than anything? Umntu
utyana nawe 24/7.

We laughed noNikitha, wow kanti mama ka

Ezile is like this when she is drunk? Tjooo
hesana!

Me: Uthi oko umntu ufuna uba phezu

kwakho?

Maka Ezile: And hlobo eli ndiyi thanda

ngayo dick, veske ndithi “Iza baby, iza
tatekhaya”. Ndiyivule imilenze ibengathi
ndiwa nestulo, Yondi baby!

Nikitha: Tjoo mama, did you have to say

that in front of me?
Maka Ezile: Wena awutyiwa? Hayi Nikki
fuza unyoko ngo thanda idick ntombi!

We laughed looking at her, this woman! No

she needs deliverance…yes I love dick,
worse imnandi eye ndoda yam but not to
the point I talk about dick kanje.

Me: Hayi mama we ndoda yam, I think you

had enough alcohol ngoku.

Maka Ezile: Ndinxile kakhulu ne?

Ndiyabona uNikki unentloni, I don’t know
Nikitha ngoba ndizi ncokolela with
umolokazana wam.

Nikitha: Yhuu hayi mama, shhh please.

Nikitha drank her Savannah, well Ezile’s
mother gave her just one carry pack since
ethi she is underage for drinking. And nyani
she is only 14 years, she is lucky to have a
cool mother though. We went on ta lking
about other things. The guys came with the
meat and Nikitha and I had to dish up, since
the woman of the house was drunk. Ezile
couldn’t keep his gaze off me as we ate,
that made me blush shame ngoba he was
giving me the “I am so in love with you”
look.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

We were in our second location, we were at
Mahle’s new house and it was fun shame.
Busi couldn’t drink because she is 3 months
pregnant, Lucky made sure we don’t allow
her to drink. I was drunk and having fun, the
music wasn’t that loud and it was just my
friends and Bragadier’s friends here.
Busi: Kodwa ayikho fair, how does want
contain themselves from drinking xa
bugcwele kanje utywala.

Me: Contain yourself baby, asifuni la ndoda

yakho to come blazing fire at us.

Mpumi: Exactly!

Teddy: Beside mna, I’m drinking on your

behalf.

Liyema: Abumnandi that time, yhuuu!

Busi: Mxm sedikwe!

She wiped her falling tears and we laughed,
her pregnancy is making her a cry baby and
I can’t wait to meet her little one. I will spoil
him/her just how I spoilI Liyema’s daughter.
To me…my friends babys are mine.

Mpumi: Siyakha uright?

Siyakha: Ewe I think I want to lay down

kancinci.

Liyema: I will accompany you-

Siyakha: No, no! Uhm…I will be fine, wena

just enjoy the part.

I was really worried about her, I feel like

maybe if she tells Mahle about her
depression things would be easy. She left
us at the left us at the kitchen, the men
were outside laughing and drinking I could
literally hear them from here.

Busi: She is worrying me.

Me: Yeah me too, I feel like she should tell

Mahle inoba it would make a difference.

Teddy: But abazali bakhe are also

unreasonable, ifihlwa njani depression.

Mpumi: Eyyy hayi, but let us respect

Siyakha’s wishes.

Me: True that.

We spoke more with Teddy throwing jokes
around, I excused myself and told the
ladies I want to go check up on Siyakha. I
walked to Mahle’s room and knocked but
no response, I sighed and slowly opened
the door and my heart dropped seeing
Siyakha laying on the floor with white foam
coming out her mouth and 2 container of
pills next to her. I ran to her side…

Me: Siyakha, no, no!

I felt her pulse and it was there. I screamed

because of terror and cried, ndine drama xa
ndinxilile ke.

Me: MAHLEEE! MAHLEEE!

I ran downstairs and they all came to view
and I stood on my tracks looking at them.

Ezile: Baby, yintoni?

Me: uSiyakha guys! Mahleee uSiyakha!

Mahle ran pass me to his room and I ran

after him as everyone followed, we stood by
the door and Mahle picked Siyakha up
quickly and we made way for him as he ran
out with her. We followed behind him and
he got in Nkosi’s car, my thoughts were all
over the place.

Ezile: Baby masambe, we going to the

hospital.
He pulled me to his car, everyone drove out
the house following Nkosi’s car to the
hospital.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

We finally got an update on Siyakha and
she was fine, but still unconscious.

Doctor: What kind of pills did she take to

overdose?

Mahle: We don’t know-

Liyema: I think it’s her depression pills.

I closed my eyes pressing my lips together,

sanya ngu Mahle sarna. Liyema has
umlomo omkhulu when she is drunk, tjoo le
bitch.

Mahle: Uthini?

Doctor: I think you guys should go home,

Busi is still undergoing some-

Mahle: I’m not going anywhere.

The doctor nod and left, Mahle looked at

my friends then me clenching his jaws.

Mahle: Mafungwashe, iringa ngatoni le

chomi yakho?

Me: Mahle-
Liyema: I won’t hide it anymore, Siyakha
une depression and she has it because of
her childhood trauma.

Teddy: Liyema, mqundu wakho!

Mpumi: Girl hayi, ayenziwa lento uyenzayo.

Theni unje Liyema? Awuna-

Liyema: He has to know the truth!

Teddy: Is it your place to tell?!

Busi: I would never tell you my secrets

shame, kanti unje xa unxile umanzi?

I looked at Liyema disappointed, Mahle

chuckled and stormed out. I shook my head
looking at Liyema in disbelief, the guys
were sharing stares amongst each other
while uTeddy ethuka Liyema who didn’t
seem bothered.

I tried standing up but Ezile held my hand.

Ezile: Uyaphi?

Me: Ndifuna uthetha noMahle.

Andile: Myeke abethwe ngumoya, kancinci

this came as a shock to him.

Me: I don’t care…I will talk to him.

I walked away and took out my phone from
my pocket calling Mahle, he picked up on
the 3rd ring.

[PHONECALL.]
Mahle: Ufuna ntoni, Mafungwashe?

Me: Uphi? I want to talk to you.

Mahle: Why?

Me: Mahle please…

Mahle: I’m at the parking..

I end the call and hurried to the parking, I

found him deep in his thoughts leaning
against Bragadier’s car bonnet. He looked
at me clenching his jaws, I could see he is
angry.

Me: Hey.

Mahle: How long did you know?

Me: It doesn’t matter. I was respecting

Siyakha’s wishes, we all were ngoba she
trusted us with her secret and asked us not
to tell anyone.

Mahle: Ndingu anyone mna?

Me: Mahle it’s wasn’t our story to tell.

Ndicela uyi understand.
Mahle: What I don’t understand is that
niyifihla njani into enje!

I sighed looking at him. He exhaled holding

the bridge of his nose.

Me: Please forgive us, ndi sure nawe you

would’ve done the same for your friends.

Mahle: What caused her to be depressed?

Me: Ask her when she is awake. But don’t

pressure her into telling you, please?

He nod and looked down sniffing, I walked

to him and gave him a hug. He hugged me
too and cried, I blinked hearing his painful
sobs.
Mahle: I feel like Siyakha doesn’t trust me
at this point. Worse ndimthanda kanjani.

Me: Shhh it’s okay, let it all out.

He cried while I rubbed his back, once he

was done crying I looked at him smiling and
he chuckling looking at me as I wiped his
tears.

Me: Awubomvu…

Mahle: Perks of being a light skin gent.

Me: Are you calm now?

Mahle: Yeah. Enkosi Mafungwashe, you
make it easy for someone to talk.

Me: You welcome.

I kissed his forehead and he sighed looking

ahead.

Mahle: Ndi sure she has a good reason of

hiding all this from me.

Me: I guess, I won’t disclose indaba zika

Siyakha to you. She trusted me ngazo,
wena just wait for her to tell you.

Mahle: Enkosi Mafungwashe, you are a

good friend.
I smiled looking at him.

Me: Okay masambe, ndi sure isjimbo sakho

is worried about you.

Mahle: Yeah, masambe.

He said and held my hand as we walked

back to the hospital having a small talk, he
seemed less angry. I hate what Liyema did
shame, she wasn’t suppose to do lanto it
was not cool. Nala gqirha wasn’t he
suppose to see what type of pills Siyakha
overdosed, when the tests are back?

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° as we
fought for the gun, as we fought the gun
fired I looked at him THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 113.
AKHONA KHALI.
I was with my friends at Mahle’s house, he
was upset at how Siyakha’s parents chased
him away at the hospital. He says they are
blaming him for what’s happening to their
daughter, he can no longer date her nton
nton.

Bragadier: Rhaaa bayaku nyela, charlie!

Mahle: Bra qha since I love their daughter,

ndiyaba hlonipha.

Sive: So kengoku uzothini?

Mahle: I will wait until she is conscious, ndi
sure Mafungwashe will update me moc
marn.

Bragadier: Nina inoba nicinga u’baby

ngowethu sonke ndiyanibona.

Us: HAYI RHAA SWINE!

Me: No because ngowethu, she is ours.

We laughed and I so wanted to tell them

about me having a thing for Teddy, zi braz
zam ezi they won’t judge me.

Nkosi: Eish to think I thought Liyema, yi

chomi egrand.
Andile: Bra the way she wasn’t bothered
while spilling the beans.

Akhona: I’m grateful she spilled them,

ngoba ndi sure I wouldn’t know nangoku.

Bragadier: But she should’ve told you

privately, not ayithi faaa iviwe sisbhedlele
sonke.

Lucky: Cherry ka Nkosi!

Nkosi: Hayi ndiphumile apho, la mntana

uzama undenza phetse moc.

We chuckled and went on talking about our

illegal dealings, we will be leaving for a
week for mission out of the Province.
Bragadier: Eishh I wonder ndizoyi qhala
ngaphi into yoxelela uYondi.

Lucky: Mna? Worse Busi is pregnant,

zondiyuca ubusuku bonke!

Sive: Hayike mna, andina kaka if she gets

angry or what. I’m going kule mission njee
qha.

Andile: At least mna and Nkosi have no one

to ask.

Me: Nam rhaa! Why usithi wena and Nkosi?

They laughed at how I jumped in, I mean I
don’t have to report my every move to
Teddy.

Me: Eeeh bo njandini ndise njeni blind!

Mahle: Whuzish bawo?

Me: Ngula mntana uTeddy, joe.

They looked at me with questioning eyes,

still trying to figure out what I’m on about.

Lucky: Wenzeni uTeddy?

Me: Ndi catchile, bafondini.

Nkosi: Catch as in…

Me: Gabhu emathandweni!

They looked at me and burst out laughing,

they realized I was serious and then they
stopped.

Andile: Hima sarni, so you telling me you

also interested kwi chocolate box qha?

Me: Bawo ayimnandi eka Teddy. Iya

phambanisa!

They chuckled looking at me as I smiled

like a fool.

Sive: So if you catched feelings. Why don’t

you tell him?
Me: Teddy doesn’t want to be in a
relationship. It has to do nenye gavi
ekuthiwa ngu Dumisani.

Bragadier: Bra sit down with Teddy, and tell

him you not Dumisani.

Me: I don’t want to pressure him, tjuu

kuyanyiwa kwa love!

Bragadier: Subayi gwala marn, yiba ngathi

uyo dala heist xa uzoringa naye.

We burst out laughing at what he said,

because honestly speaking when we go to
one of our heist. We focus and make sure
we do what we have to do with success.
Me: Ubone umthande umntu bengaske
ulile?

Lucky: Lila bra!

Me: Yiiiiiiii, ndiyamthanda uTeddy mna

guys.

They laughed at my fake crys, we get

stupid when we want nathi ke wethu.

Nkosi: I’m proud you came out, bawo.

Bragadier: Yeah asizoku jaja sarni, we all

find love in mysterious ways.
Me: Yi mystery straight le yam! Imagine
kaloku, y’all know mna bendiyi thanda kuku!
Ngoku gqi ndihlanya zintsula ze gay!

They chuckled as I gulped the beer down

my throat.

Me: Who would’ve known? Iyandi confuse

because, ndizazi ndi straight. Uba how I
went from straight to zik zak ningandi buzi.

Sive: But Teddy ngumntu ogrand moc

marn.

Bragadier: Grand phi la qeqe? Tjuu

sumnika points please, ba phambene xa
bedibene noYondi plus uNompumelelo!
Lucky: Ba tshomane ngo raka abantwana,
they look innocent but yhey!

Nkosi: Worse Mafungwashe, li geza lokwe

nyani eliya!

Bragadier: Hayi suxoka, not umntuwam.

Ngoku ezithulele? Siyi couple e’sweet
kaloku thina.

Me: Uyanya! Sweet phi wena? Rhaa wena

noYondi, anikho right!

We burst out laughing, all the crazy things

Yondi did came flooding like a Tv soapie.

Andile: I remember the day she threw

uSjweba nge heel. It hit him esbunzi mjita
wabantu waxhuzula!
We laughed and talking about that day. So
that day Bragadier got into a fight with one
of our rivals, Sjweba is his name. Yondi
immediately aimed her red at the guy, it hit
his forehead and he had a seizure. She
truly is a ride or die, not only for Bragadier
but for all us too. I mean we also had
encounters with a few people, and she
would fight for us. That is why eli
Fungwashe lethu, our very own first and
last born. It’s crazy how she hated us all at
first, but now she loves us like crazy and
fights for us.

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YONDI MNDINI.
My friends and I met at the hospital to visit
Siyakha, as we walked to her ward we were
stopped by her parents. Her mother looked
really angry, but her father was just calm.

Maka Siyakha: Where the hell do you think

you going?!

Busi: Ma?

Maka Siyakha: Suthi “Nyaa”! Uno mama

onje ngam wena?!

Teddy pinched me and Mpumi chuckled in

disbelief.

Me: With all due respect ma, we came here

to visit Siyakha.
Maka Siyakha: I want you all to stay away
from my daughter! She doesn’t need
uneducated friends like you!

Teddy: HABEEE! Uneducated? Njani sarna

sine qualifications, sizi graduates usibona
sibahle mama ndini!

Taka Siyakha: Ladies calm down, we will

give you a chance to get in the ward. We
just want to go in first-

Maka Siyakha: They not going anywhere

near my daughter! They are bad influence!

Busi: Uthini lo mama?

Maka Siyakha: Ewe! Next thing
nizomfundisa ulala namadoda for imali,
ngoba that’s what you do!

Taka Siyakha: Nzwaki!

Mpumi: Mamela apha ke Nzwaki,

susiqhela-

I held her shoulder stopping her before she

could go any further insulting her, Mpumi’s
insults are very bitter that I know.

Me: We will leave. But as umzali ucinga

iright lento uyenzayo? We know you hurt,
we also hurt as much as you are. Siyakha
yi friend yethu, we care about her! I will
ignore your insults ngoba my father once
told me “Insulting someone older than you,
sometimes ivala izibusiso zakho”.

She looked at me with disgust, I felt like

wiping the floor with her face but I kept my
smile and calmness in display.

Me: So ke Mama ka chomi wethu, we will

go as you say. Insult us all you want but it is
evident that nawe uyi problem in your
daughter’s life, always detecting her life and
trying to have her locked up because of her
depression. Uyi depression kwa wena
ebomini bakhe, bye ke.

I bowed a bit before walking away leaving

her shout and scream, I exhaled ngoba
yhey usinyele la mama. I could hear Teddy
swearing at her while I walked down the
lobby, Mpumi was also cussing and
swearing. Liyema yena didn’t even come
with us to the hospital, Busi held my hand
as we walked out and I smiled looking at
her.

Busi: I need you to borrow me your

calmness in heated situations. Yhey, you
are the woman you think you, bestie!

I laughed as we walked out talking, we will

meet these two when they are out of the
hospital. It shocks me how they haven’t
called securities to escort them out, yayazi
kaloku how strict hospitals are when it
comes to noise.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I wore my white Women’s Sheath knee
length dress and Red stilettos then went on
to add other necessary things. Today I
wasn’t in my best mood, maybe it’s the fact
that indoda yam went away for a week to
one of his gangster missions. My phone
rang and it was him.

[PHONECALL]
I sighed and sat the edge of my bed
answering the call.

Me: Ezile did you guys arrive safely?

Ezile: We still on the road baby, but sizofika

in 4 hours.
Me: Can you guys make sure ni cautious
kuyo yonke lento nizoyenza?

Ezile: We are always cautious baby. I love

you and I miss you.

I blushed and we spoke some more, until I

told him I have to get to work so I dropped
the call. I stood up and did a few things
before going to work.
·
·
I was having one of the busiest and longest
day ever, why did it have to be like this
when I’m not in the mood. I was
interviewing someone and he just came out
of jail for killing his girlfriend and best friend,
now he wants everyone to know his side of
the story.
Me: Enkosi ke bhuti Spade, but I think we
should end it here.

Spade: Yeah so tell me, are you single?

Me: I’m taken bhuti wam, ndi thandwa

ukufa yi ndoda yam.

Spade: Awurhaleli isthembu? Nam

ndiyabawela ubayi ndoda yakho.

Me: Hayi ndi grand.

He looked at me as I collected my things,

we were at some coffee shop.
Spade: So how long will it take you to
publish the story?

Me: Not long, by next week izobe ifundwa

ngabantu.

Spade: Okay.

I stood up and bid him goodbyes and

thanked him for his time, my phone rang as
I walked out the coffee shop.

Me: Liyema, ndingaku nceda ngantoni?

Liyema: Can we meet after work?

Me: Where do you want to meet?

Liyema: My house please, I need to vent.

Me: Okay babes, we’ll meet there.

Liyema: I will text you when I knock off at

work.

Me: Sharp.

She end the call and I accidently bumped

into someone, my phone and notebook fell.

Guy: Eishh xolo sisi, I wasn’t looking where

I was going.

Me: Akho ngxaki nam, I’m at fault ngoba I

was focused kwi phone call.
He picked up my stuff and I thanked him as
he handed them to me.

Guy: Khanyiso is my name.

Me: Nice to meet you, Khanyiso but funeke

ndihambe.

Khanyiso: No number, no nothing?

Me: Number yamasimba. Do I look like

ndiyi Mathematics kuwe?

He chuckled and some of the people who

were walking by laughed, tshini yandi qhela
lo. I walked away going to the direction of
the parking lot, before getting in my car I
saw a note on my windshield I frowned
taking it so ndizobona ithini.
Note: BEWARE!

I looked at it confused, beware of what? I

chuckled in disbelief getting in my car then
drove back to work.

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LUKHOLO TWALA.
I was in my office waiting for my brother to
come, we were going to spend sometime
together since we hadn’t done that in a long
time. I honestly miss Sihle, losing a sibling
isn’t something fun and nice to experience
but I guess he deserved death for what he
did. My door opened and Dayimani walked
in all smiles…
Me: Look at you huh? All happy and smiles.

Dayimani: I mean why shouldn’t I be happy,

when I am loved.

Me: Tell me who is this secret woman of

yours?

Dayimani: Someone you know very well, I

will disclose her identity when she is ready.

Me: Mmm…speaking of woman, I think

these past months I finally moved on from
Liyema.

Dayimani: Ohhh.
Me: Yeah marn, I realized that I don’t want
to end up like Sihle because going after her
means ndi obsessed.

Dayimani: That is good, bafo. Maybe nge

weekend we should go to a club,
uyofumana some pussy.

Me: Bra it has been months without having

some!

We laughed as he gave me a takeaway,

thw food smelled really good.

Me: Bafo whatever you do kwi relationship

yakho, do not cheat mfethu. Or you will lose
le cherry yakho for good.
Dayimani: Tell me what really happened
that day of your wedding?

Me: Mfethu andazi. I remember we were

drinking namajita at this club, next thing I
wake up in my bed with Asiphe.

Dayimani: Do you think she drugged you?

Me: Obviously mfethu because I didn’t even

have much to drink that night. It’s all
confusing njee, but andisekho lapho.

Dayimani: Yhr marn, amankazana are very

evil xa efuna.

Me: Speaking of evil…

I leaned forward and he looked at me
curiously, I chuckled yazithanda indaba
lona.

Me: Ndiyaku hlebela bawo, since uli gazi

lam nawe ngoba I’m not suppose to tell
anyone.

Dayimani: Thetha kaloku.

Me: So Liyema had an abortion months

ago-

Dayimani: Hima which Liyema?

Me: Liyema Loko, my baby mama.

He chuckled in disbelief shaking his head.

Dayimani: Sujiya bafo, how do you know
that?

Me: Because I was with her. Futhi promise

this stays between me and you, I’m not
suppose to tell anyone about it.

I told him about what happened that day,

how Liyema went on and did an abortion
without thinking twice. He swallowed and
clenched his jaws, then chuckled in hurt.

Me: Bafo you good?

Dayimani: Liyema aborted…

Me: That is what I just said, ugrand?

Dayimani: Bafo sizothetha ne? I have
somewhere to be okwa ngoku.

Me: Uhhh…okay.

He quickly stood up and took his car keys

with his phone then stormed out. I
continued eating my take away, I really
moved on from Liyema ngoba ndoyika to
turn out to be obsessive. My only focus now
is on loving and spending time with my
daughter, growing her to be a better
woman. Maybe find myself some
bootycalls, ndi single anyways.

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INSERT 115.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I looked at my friends as they sat there
gawking at me, Yondi told me esafika she is
not in her best mood.

Yondi: Liyema why are we here, I have

work to complete?

Mpumi: Yhr nam I have to meet my parents.

Me: I wanted to tell you guys something.

Teddy: Kawume ngawe, what about

Siyakha? You dished out indaba zakhe
without her consent!
Me: I had to njena-

Busi: Says who? Hayi uyandixaka shame,

asoze uphinde undive ndikuxelela secret
mna.

I looked at hwr swallowing Yondi was just

sitting there all serious, next to Mpumi who
was clinging onto her.

Mpumi: Sisi thetha we don’t have all day…

Me: I’m sorry I dished out indaba zika

Siyakha, I was drunk and-

Teddy: You were drunk? Yet you remember

what you did? Meaning uyenze ngamabom.
Yondi: Why are we really here?

Me: I have been hiding something from you

guys and it’s eating me up.

Mpumi: Something which is what?

Me: I made an abortion months ago.

Teddy: Amen!

He clapped once and Busi shook her head,

Yondi sighed looking at me with a serious
face.

Mpumi: Uthi sithink thina? Andithi you made

that decision months ago, you did the
abortion and hid it from us. Ngoku sithini?
Yondi: You didn’t strike me as someone
who abort Liyema, but I guess it’s your
body your choice.

She stood up and sighed looking at me.

Yondi: Andazi kwenzeka ntoni ngawe, but

you not la Liyema ndimaziyo.

Teddy: Hayi ufuna impama lo, tshini utyiwa

yi guilt ngoku ufuna simvele!

Yondi: Will that be all Liyema?

Me: Ewe I just wanted to vent.

Yondi: Ube right marn mntase, I have to go.

She walked out the house and Teddy
looked at me, he started to scold me all I
thought about was how Yondi handle this. I
really needed her to be there, but I guess
she meant it when she said she is not in her
best moods. Mpumi also left and Busi sat
there listening to Teddy scold me, Teddy
has always been the mother of our
friendship.
·
·
Few hours later, it’s around 19:00pm and I
was talking to my mother on the phone, my
daughter is staying with them since I am
back at work.

[PHONECALL.]
Mama: What is wrong with you, you don’t
sound well?

Me: I had along day at work.

Mama: Aww marni, uzoba right mntanam.

Iphemna said her first words ke sarna
today.

Me: Nyani? What were they?

Mama: It was “Tata”, “Mama” and “Iza”.

I smiled happily, my baby is growing

bethuna and can I just say Lukholo has
been the best father to her. But I haven’t
seen him since the day of the abortion, he
always fetch and drop our daughter at my
parents house.
[FEW HOURS LATER.]
While I was preparing for my nightshift
someone opened the door, I looked up and
Dayimani stood there all serious and he
looked drunk.

Me: Baby, you came at the wrong time

ndiya kwi nightshift.

Dayimani: What are you not telling me?

Me: Uthetha ngantoni?

Dayimani: Ndithetha nge abortion, you

killed my child!
I tries walking to him but he moved back
clenching his jaws, I stopped and became
teary.

Dayimani: Ungasondeli kum, gqwirha ndini!

Me: Baby, I had to abort ngoba Iphemna is

still young-

Dayimani: I DON’T CARE! You could’ve

sign away your parental rights to me once
you gave birth!

Me: Dayi-

Dayimani: NDITHE UNGA SONDELI KUM!

He really looked angry and hurt, I could see
the pain in his eyes as he looked at me with
so much hatred.

Dayimani: Did you ever love me? Or was I

your rebound…

Me: Baby-

Dayimani: Answer my question Liyema!

I looked down fiddling with my hands and

he chuckled, I looked at him and he had a
disgusted look.

Dayimani: I hate you, whatever we had is

over! Lose my number, to think that I even
loved you and I was already saving for uku
lobola.
Me: Baby wait…

Dayimani: Hayi futsek, futsek!

He pushed me off him and stormed out, I

sat on the floor and cried. I was willing to
make things work between us, but Lukholo
had to ruin things for me by telling him
about the abortion.

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DAYIMANI TWALA.
I’m way beyond hurt. I guess this is what I
get for going behind my brother’s back and
dating his ex. To think that I was ready to
pay lobola for Liyema, now this is what I
find out…THAT SHE ABORTED MY
CHILD!

I called my brother and he picked up.

Lukholo: Mninawa?

Me: Bafo can I come to you?

Lukholo: Yhr I’m at my house.

Me: Okay, ndiyeza.

Lukholo: Dayimani ugrand?

Me: We will talk xandilapho.

I dropped the call and made a U-turn
driving to my brother’s house, I want to tell
him about my relationship with his ex. Or
was it an affair? Just hope this won’t make
him angry phof it should ngoba I was dating
his ex.

[AT LUKHOLO’S HOUSE.]

I barged in and walked to the lounge, I
found him there busy with paperwork and a
laptop in front of him.

Me: You busy?

Lukholo: You important than work. So tell

me utheni?

Me: Promise me, you won’t get angry?

Lukholo: Just talk to me…utheni Dayimani?

He closed his laptop and I sat on one of the

couches, he sat there waiting for me to talk.

Me: I betrayed you, I dated your ex behind

your back.

Lukholo: Which ex?

Me: Liyema bafo, I’m sorry. I will

understand if you want nothing to do with
me, I just happened to fall for her.

He sighed and came to sit opposite me,

after pulling the small chair he sat on. He
held my hands and I swallowed looking at
him.
Lukholo: No girl can get between our
brotherhood, why didn’t you tell me ?

Me: I was afraid you would lash out on me.

Lukholo: Is it bad that I’m angry at you for

not telling me?

Me: No, you have every right to be angry.

Lukholo: The baby she aborted…was it

yours?

I nod my head feeling the tears of the tips of

my eyes, he side and pulled me to his arms
and I wrapped my arms around him crying.
Lukholo: It’s okay, mfethu. I’m here for you,
ndingu bhuti wakho and igazi lakho after all.

He kissed the top of my head rubbing my

back as I cried, I was going to be a father
but selfish Liyema took that opportunity
away from me. I calmed down and pulled
out the hug, I could see that he was
worried.

Lukholo: If I knew the baby was yours, I

would’ve stopped her from aborting.

Me: You know what else hurts?

Lukholo: What?

Me: Bendiyi rebound. I was this close for

paying lobola for yena, but this came up.
Lukholo: Why don’t you try fixing things with
her?

Me: Awuva ndithi bendiyi rebound yakho? I

want nothing to do with Liyema, well except
Iphemna ngoba she is my niece.

We chuckled just by the mention of the

naughty Iphemna, stout lamntu akeva.

Lukholo: So you just going to give up on

love?

Me: Ewe. I will find true love in the long run,

guess Liyema was just a lesson in my life.
Lukholo: Sulila marn, remember nge
weekend uthe sizoyo zingela some pussy
at the club?

Me: Yeah, ndi back on the game.

Lukholo: Futhi if ufuna ingcosi, uzoyifumana

in the near future subana stress.

Me: Yeah marn. Andifuni nombona

uLiyema, call me dramatic but ndiyamo
nyanyana.

He laughed and stood up to get us beers, I

wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction but I
guess Lukholo really moved on and
ukhulile. He came back with beers and we
sat together talking and going through his
paperwork together.
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blinking rapidly and breathing heavily. He
chuckled looking in my eyes as I laid on top
of him feeling weakness and pain, I felt the
wetness of blood between our stomachs
and my hands.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 116.
YONDI MNDINI.
I was so tired, so moody, with this terrible
headache and I have 2 stories to complete.
Teddy suggested that I step out the office a
bit, since I have been here from 05:00am.
Me: Ndifuna ugqiba lento njena.

Teddy: Don’t make me drag you off that

chair! Go and get some fresh air.

Me: Okay, okay ndivile.

Teddy: You didn’t have breakfast nor lunch,

uzithe ntlathu kwi laptop with work.

I giggled as he went on scolding me, our

colleagues were laughing at how he is
acting like a damn mother at this point. I
finally took my wallet, phone and car keys
then left the building. I went to Steers for
lunch, the time is 14:30pm and I just
couldn’t wait to knock off.

Waitress: Hey Yondi, unjani?

She said that smiling, I returned the smile.

Me: Ndiright mntase, wena?

Waitress: I’m good. Looking good as

always…

Me: Enkosi girl. Ndicela a saucy Flame

Grilled ribs and fries.

Waitress: Anything to drink?

Me: Anything will do mntase.

She nod and walked away, I took out my

phone and scrolled through Instagram. The
picture I posted this morning already had
million likes, I smiled reading the
comments and replying to some, reacting to
the others. I don’t get why people love me
so much, I guess I’m lovable. My order
came and I thanked the waitress, I ate my
food in peace enjoying it.

Voice: Yondi?

I looked up and smiled seeing uTata ka

Siyakha, he smiled too.

Me: Hello Tata, unjani?

Taka Siyakha: Ndiright, uright wena?

Me: I’m good.

Taka Siyakha: Ndinga hlala?

I told him to have a seat, he cold the waiter

and ordered something to eat for himself.

Taka Siyakha: Can I order enye into for

wena?

Me: No enkosi, ndiright.

He nod and the waiter walked away, he

cleared his throat looking at me.

Taka Siyakha: Apologies on behalf of my

wife for how she treated you and your
friends at the hospital.
Me: Apology accepted. People like your
wife are not seldom hey.

Taka Siyakha: I know. Siyakha uvukile,

uvuke this morning.

Me: Nyani? That’s awesome news njena.

Taka Siyakha: I know right… Thank you.

He said thanking the waiter who gave him

the order he made, we sat there eating our
lunch together.

Me: Can I ask? Sorry the journalist in me is

starting to kick in.
He chuckled and nod his head, while
smiling.

Me: Why do you and your wife want

Siyakha to hide her depression?

Taka Siyakha: I don’t want her to hide it, I’m

just scared people will bully her because of
it. As for my wife, she thinks it’s too
embarrassing..

Me: Now that’s fucked up, embarrassing

njani?

Taka Siyakha: I know right. With Nzwaki,

she wants everything to be perfect. Ingxaki
yakhe uthanda uxhoma…
Me: So into ebalulekileyo kuye ngabantu,
and not how her daughter feels?

Taka Siyakha: You could say that. She

loves abantwana bethu though, but all she
cares about is herself and her feelings.

Me: Sorry to say this, but your wife is toxic.

We shared a life he smiled rolling his eyes.

Taka Siyakha: Ndiyayazi. You were right

that day, she is also the depression in
Siyakha’s life.

Me: Yeah marn.

Taka Siyakha: If you and the rest of your
friends are willing to visit Siyakha, ningaya I
will deal with my wife.

Me: Enkosi, I will visit her after work.

He nod and we sat there eating lunch

together, with him throwing jokes around
he is a funny man shame. When Siyakha
told us about him, I pictured him as those
very uptight fathers but nope he is in-
between.
·
·
After work I first drove to my company,
before I could visit Siyakha at the hospital.
Teddy yena went to visit Siyakha, with the
rest of the ladies. I climbed out my car and
walked in my company building, I found
Nozibele smiling while typing on her
computer at the Receptionist.

Me: Miss Receptionist.

Nozibele: Yondi or should I say “Boss

lady”?

Me: Hayi, Yondi is fine.

She giggled and walked around the counter

to come give me a hug. She was glowing
and happy.

Me: Unjani?

Nozibele: I’ve been at my happiest since I

met you.
Me: Awww…how is Mamvulane?

Nozibele: She is at a mental institution, I

miss having her around but she enjoys
being there.

Me: That is good to hear. Let me leave you

to your work ke?

Nozibele: Okay it is always good to see

you.

I smiled and gave her another hug before

walking away, my employees kept greeting
me as I walked to the HR’s office. I knocked
twice and popped my head in, Queen P
was talking on the phone and I whispered
that he she meet me at my office. I closed
the door and walked to my office, my P.A
came to me smiling and I giggled as she
threw herself in my arms.

Akum: Miss Mndini, I have so much to tell

you.

Me: Mmm with such excitement I have a

feeling it’s good news… Molweni ma.

I greeted the cleaning lady as we walked

pass her, we walk in my office noAkum and
it was clean and smelling fresh like always.
I like how heavenly it looks the renovating
team, knew what they were doing when
they furnished and renovated UNITY
HOUSE.

Me: Unjani by the way before we start?

Akum: I’m good and you?

Me: I’m awesome. So ithini into?

We sat on the couch as she told me what I

needed to know, Friday I’m meeting clients
and sponsors.

Me: So the meetings are around 15:00pm?

Akum: Yes they are, ma’am

Me: Good thing it’s Friday, I knock off ngo

13:00pm on Fridays.

Akum: It must be hard being employed and

running your business on the side.
Me: Well I’m adjusting. Can you please
send out emails to every employee in the
building? I want to talk to you guys
ngomso…

She nod and just then Queen P barged in

my office smiling.

Queen P: Darlinggg!

Me: Hey, unjani?

Queen P: Ndiright. You here for eza

documents?

Me: Yebo, I want to read through them

before signing.
Queen P: Mntase we getting sponsors left
and right, and the gigs the fashion
designers are getting!

Me: That is good moc.

Akum: Let me excuse you both, while I go

start sending out those meeting emails to
my fellow colleagues.

I nod and she left, Queen P opened her

laptop and showed me the work of the
deaigners. Yhr no, this is the reason why I
started this business ngoba ababantu
bazimisele sarna. They get very good
money phof, so inoba yilento they are so
invested and enjoy working like this.
Me: I was wondering ke…

Queen P: I’m all ears.

Me: How about kwenye Friday, not this one

though ngoba ndizoba busy. I want to throw
little appreciation party apha in the building
for you and your colleagues.

Queen P: Wait…are you for real?

Me: Ewe I am for real.

He squealed and clapped his hands

happily.

Queen P: I will organize everything! From

beverage to food…
Me: Don’t exaggerate ke, njee it will be
something small for just you guys.

Queen P: Tjuu wena uyi best boss, I will

find the perfect Friday and inform you nge
date before telling the rest of the stuff.

I nod and he went on about how excited he

is for this party, I mean they deserve this
appreciation party ngoba they work hard
and doing a perfect job. After sometime we
walked out my office and went to his, he
gave me the documents and I thanked him
before leaving.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

I smiled giving Siyakha the takeaway with
her favourite salad, she thanked me and I
gave her a hug and sat on the hospital bed
while she comfortably laid there.

Me: How are you feeling?

Siyakha: Good, I don’t what I was thinking

that day.

Me: You scared. Ndikufumene in a very bad

state, for a second I thought you dead.

Siyakha: Uxolo for scaring you. I heard

what my mother did to you and the rest of
our friends, I’m so embarrassed.

Me: Don’t be ndi sure she said all those

nasty things ngoba she was hurt.
She giggled and I looked at her smiling, she
is still beautiful nangoku eleli apha.

Siyakha: That woman meant every word, I

love her but she just becomes too much
sometimes.

Me: Your father told me all about her during

lunch today.

Siyakha: You had lunch with my father?

Me: Yeah, he found me at the restaurant

and joined me.

Siyakha: That’s a first, lamntu doesn’t like

people.
Me: He looked very kind njena and
uyancokola.

Siyakha: Maybe he has a crush on you.

Me: Hayi Yaya, don’t be ridiculous!

We laughed, haibo imagine the father of

your friend having a crush on you? Hayi
ngeke!

Siyakha: I still have to explain to Mahle,

ndivile they went away for one of their
missions.

Me: Yeah and apparently hour parents told

him to fuck away from you.
Siyakha: Can I be honest?

Me: Ndimamele.

Siyakha: Is it weird that I would choose

Mahle, over anyone or anything? Even my
own parents…

Me: Love makes us do crazy things.

Siyakha: I know right. I just miss him, Mahle

has a way of making me happy without
trying.

Me: Ndiyayazi ke la feeling mntase,

Bragadier also makes me feel that way.
Siyakha: Tjoo amagintsa anothando ke
moc!

We giggled and went on talking, I’m glad

she is awake and feeling better. I just wish
she could beat le depression, now that
Mahle knows about it I have no doubt he
will make sure she never feels depressed.

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INSERT 117.
NOZIBELE SODLAKA.
I climbed off the taxi thanking the driver
before closing the door, I fixed my dress
and confidently crossed the road so that I
could walk the other side on the pavement.
My heels clicked on the ground and some
of the ladies who used to laugh at me sat
by the corner wearing gowns and ANC T-
shirts. I was about to walk pass them when
they began throwing shades like always…

Oko: Hhhee! I wonder yeyiphi lendoda ulala

nayo ngoku!

Somila: Jonga ubayekile aba base lokishini

ngoku, uya kwi suburbs!

Mihle: Heyake sarna, ude anxibe kakuhle

caba yamhlola lendoda nge mali.

They laughed and I flipped my weave

walking pass them smiling, just then a car
pulled up next to me and I looked at the
driver.
Me: Kumkani?

Kumkani: Awumhle, ndizocela ungene

emotweni.

Me: No I’m good.

I continued walking as he drove slowly next

to me, next thing I know he stops his car
and get out. I got butterflies just by smelling
his scent, he looked good wearing that
Black work suit. He gently held my hands
and looked at me in the eye.

Kumkani: Ndiyakucela, don’t make me go

down on my knees.
Me: What do you want from me Kumkani?

Kumkani: Have dinner with me tonight, I will

tell you.

Me: Just this once ke.

Kumkani: Enkosi. Now please ngena

emotweni, I will drop you home.

I sighed and nod as he walked with me to

the passengers side, he was driving a
Mercedes-AMG C63S today and the inside
of the car looked heaven. I smiled as he
helped me buckle up the safety belt, his car
smells like him.

Kumkani: You good?

Me: Ndiright. Was it necessary for you to
buckle me up? I mean I live just around the
corner..

Kumkani: I don’t want to risk losing you,

tshini accidents happen unexpectedly.

He smiled and gave me a forehead kiss,

before closing the door. He doesn’t give up,
I was never loved by any man because they
saw me as a prostitute. They believes I
don’t deserve to be loved ngoba ndilala
namadoda for money, so nam I sticked to
that motto of “no one will ever love me”.

He got in the car and drove off, do all men

look this sexy while driving? He kept
clenching his jaws and biting his lower lip.
Kumkani: Thatha picture Nono, it last
longer.

Me: Sorry for staring I just-

Kumkani: It’s okay, suxolisa. So wamsaphi

umama wakho?

He parked the car in front of my home, at

least I managed to change a few things
these past few months. I get a really good
pay at work, like really good! I managed to
get the house painted, had them put new
doors and aluminum windows. My plan was
to save so that I can extend it all sides, my
mother should come back to a very big
house.
Me: Mamvulane was admitted to a mental
institute.

Kumakani: Why?

Me: Well I heard one of my colleagues tell

me how her cousin got helped at that
institute, so I thought why not take my
mother there.

Kumkani: Are all the expenses covered?

Me: I pay monthly, iyabiza but I would

spend my last cents on my mother.

Kumkani: Usebenzisa eyiphi bank?

Me: ABSA why?

Kumakni: Give me your phone number
please?

Me: Hayi why?

Kumkani: I will call you later, when I have to

pick you up.

Me: Okay.

He gave me his phone he had the recent

Iphone, I punched my number than gave
him back his phone. He did something and
my phone rang, I giggled in disbelief.

Me: Ubucinga ndikunike number erongo?

Kumkani: Ewe bendifuna uba sure.

Me: Well let me go ke and get ready for

tonight.

Kumkani: I know this will seem too much,

but please pack a change of clothes I will
take you to work tomorrow.

Me: Kumkani-

Kumkani: Please tuu…ucelwa ndim

sthandwa sam.

Xhosa dyans and charming us, look at me

blushing and smiling for a guy I hardly
know. He chuckled holding my hand and I
felt something on my body.
Me: Why should I trust you?

Kumkani: I wouldn’t hurt you, I’m a nice

guy.

I smiled and nod my head, he unlocked the

car and looked at me blowing me a kiss. I
giggled and climbed out his car, I waved as
I walked in the house he drove away once I
was in. My phone rang and it was him.

Kumkani: Did you lock?

Me: Ewe I did.

Kumkani: Okay, laters baby I wil pick you

up ngo 18:30pm.
I giggled and drop the call after bidding
goodbyes, I sighed at least the time is still
15:15pm so I still have time to clean around
the house. There are new couches and I
got them at a affordable price, Teddy even
bought my mother a new rocking chair and
Television.
·
·
I was waiting on Kumkani and trust me I
was super nervous, I had my overnight bag
packed with my small handbag with me. My
bag had my wallet, just in case Kumkani
and I have a misunderstanding ndikwazi
ubane mali yogoduka. You know how man
are…A knock disturbed my thoughts.

Me: Hima kancinci!

My heart almost stopped when I opened
and came face to face with Kumkani,
holding a bunch of roses. He was wearing a
black chino pants, with light blue Armani
mock T-shirt.

Kumkani: Hey, awumhle.

Me: You look good too, are those for me?

He gave me the roses and I thanked him,

he followed me in the house and I put them
in a good spot. While he took my bags and
looked at me smiling like an idiot.

Kumkani: Umhle nyani, the colour

compliments your light skin.
I did a little twirl for him and he giggled. I
was wearing One Shoulder Split Thigh
Bodycon dress and my heels, my afro was
in a neat bun…

55 minutes later, we were dining in this

restaurant. Look at me eating nge fork and
knife.

Me: So tell me more about yourself?

Kumakani: Well ndina 32 years old, ndiyi

business man and I was once married.

Me: You were married?

He nod his head and took a sip from his

water.
Kumkani: Yeap. But we got divorced, she
was very toxic and now she is in jail.

Me: Ohh I’m sorry.

Kumkani: Don’t apologize it all in the past.

So wena?

Me: Mna…I’m the only child my mother

has, I have a father but he left me and my
mother once he became rich. I passed my
matric with flying colours, couldn’t continue
with my studies so I had to sleep with men
in the township for money.

Kumkani: I won’t judge you don’t be

embarrassed.
Me: I’m not embarrassed, I’m just emotional
ngoba I had it hard growing up. My bother
became mentally ill 6 years ago-

Kumkani: Wait so Mamvulane’s illness just

happened? Strange…

I nod and we continued talking, I was

shocked to discover he knows Yondi
somehow and he was surprised to know
that she is my boss. I will always be grateful
for Yondi.

Kumkani: So uyasela ngoba ndinxanelwe

utywala mna ngoku.

Me: Ndiyasela, but just on special

occasions.
Kumkani: Well this is our little special
occasion.

He called the waiter and order a bottle of

wine for me, then he ordered himself some
whiskey. As we wait he told me about his
childhood, even showed me his baby
pictures on the phone and he was so
adorable. Our alcohol came and he opened
the bottle for me, and poured the wine in
my glass.

Me: You such a gentleman.

Kumkani: Gentleness is my middle name.

Me: So why are so intrested in a girl like

me?
Kumkani: Because…

He closed the bottle of wine and held my

hands over the table, he has nice and soft
hands.

Kumkani: I feel something for you, I don’t

want to rush and say I love you. But you
make me feel some type of good way.

Me: Maybe it’s lust.

Kumkani: If it was lust, I wouldn’t have

wasted my time on taking you on a date.

Me: Haa, you telling me this is a date?

Kumkani: Ewe tshini!

I giggled and looked at him, he is very
handsome and I heard so many scary
stories about rich and handsome business
men.

Me: Kumkani, I’m not good for you.

Kumkani: Says who?

Me: I know I’m not good for you, I’ve never

experienced love from the opposite gender
before.

Kumkani: I will be your first.

Me: Can I think about it?

He nod and we had our drinks, wine is good
but it also has a bitter taste. We left
sometime later and I was a bit tipsy,
Kumkani drove to his house and it was very
big and beautiful. Perks of being a rich
business man.

Me: Hayi awu thwelanga?

He laughed as we made ourselves

comfortable on the couch, no because this
house screams millions.

Kumkani: No andithwelanga, sthandwa

sam.

He gave me a late night tour of his house,

how does he live alone in this big house?
Ngeke mna!
[1 HOUR LATER.]
We were now standing by the kitchen
counter, eating some ice cream. I was
barefoot and laughing at his silly joke, next
thing I know he is kissing me…he pulled out
then clenched his jaws.

Kumkani: Eissh uxolo if I made you

uncomfortable, I couldn’t help myself.

I smiled and stood on my toes giving him a

kiss, he responded to it and squeezed my
waist. He picked me up and walked to one
of the rooms, we got to this room and
began stripping naked.
·
·
I threw my head back moaning and rolling
my eyes as he ran his tongue between my
pussy lips, kanti being muffed is so good?

Me: Aaa…King!

He worked his tongue on me while I moved

my waist enjoying, I curled my toes as
pleasure was on pits. I gasped as he finger
fucked me, while eating me until I reached
my orgasms.

He came on top of me and kissed me,

before looking in my eye.

Me: Condom, Kumkani.

Kumakani: You clean moc? Ngoba mna ndi

clean…
Me: Ewe ndi clean.

Kumkani: So we won’t need it ke,

Kumkanikazi.

I moaned arching my back and pulling on

the sheets as he slide his dick in one go, he
kissed me trying to supress my loud moans.

Kumkani: I’m sorry if I hurt you.

I felt like I was losing my breath as he kept

ramming in me so hard, while grunting and
groaning. I was also moaning like a slut
enjoying, so imnandi kanje raw sex? My
legs started to vibrate as he kept pumping
his dick in me.
Me: Fuck..King aaaah!

Kumkani: Shit!

He slide out his dick and flickered my clit as

I orgasm, my moans erupting in the room.
Before I could even breath he gave me a
deep thrust, I swear I heard myself fart
because he was fucking me like some
hungry beast. His grunts were very
appeasing, not only is he handsome but he
is a beast in bed.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 118.
YONDI MNDINI.
I walked out my house dressed in my Baige
Formal Suit Cropped Blazer and Pants, with
my Christian Louboutin White heel. It’s
Friday and I’m having a long ass day, when
I knock off I have to go to the 2 meetings I
have and ngaske ndibone sendi gqibile. I
am in no mood for talking to anyone, I’m so
stressed about Bragadier and his friends
because they all not answering their calls.

My phone rang as I fastened my saftey belt.

[PHONECALL.]
I half smiled and answered the call.

Me: Busi, chomi yam.

Busi: Hey mntase, I need a favour.

Me: Okay, what kind?

Busi: Ngomso would you please

accompany me to the doctors appointment
?

I smiled excitedly, ohh hell yeah!

Me: Of course I will, yhuu ndaske nda

excited.

She giggled over the phone hearing how

excited I was.

Busi: Okay, ndicela uze uzondi landa ke

pha ngo 10:00am ngomso.
Me: Akho ngxaki, see then.

We blew kisses to each other and I smiled,

reversing my car as my gate opened. I
drove to work listening to some Beyonce
tracks, sisi onomzimba ofana nowam
bethuna. How I wish I had her beautiful
voice as well, lol.

At work I got in the building and sat down

after greeting my fellow colleagues, Teddy
wasn’t here yet so I went on and began my
work.

Teddy: Nanku Teddy!

Me: Hey babes, you came in late?

Teddy: I know mntase, bekunzima uvuka
kudinwa.

Me: Ohyini, I’m so loving le blouse yakho.

Teddy: Enkosi. And wena…why are you not

smiling like usual?

Me: I’m worried Ted, the guys are too quiet

for my liking.

Teddy: Inoba they are very busy kule

mission, akho xesha le phone.

Me: Mntase they went on a dangerous

mission, tjooo hayi ngaske ndilile mna.
I said that looking up holding my tears,
Teddy came to me and pulled me up and
dragged me to the restroom.

Teddy: Yondi get it together, they will come

back bephelele.

Me: Kunzima noku send.a some texts ke,

just to say that they are safe?

Teddy: Ohh chomi, iza marn.

He held me in his arms as I cried a bit,

making sure I don’t ruin my make up.

Teddy: Don’t overthink ndi sure they are

fine.
Me: Okay, I will try not to.

Teddy: Good. Is this the reason why you

were moody and in a bad mood this whole
week?

Me: Ewe, I swear xabe buyile ndizoba yuca

shame.

He chuckled and I smiled looking at the

mirror, I was still perfect besides the red
eyes from crying.

Teddy: Looking ravishing though.

Me: Enkosi, I’m meeting some sponsors

and a potential client after work.
Teddy: Uhlamba ngantoni Yondi? Ndi sure
it’s million times better than pink water.

Me: Bitch you just got shares from 2

different companies not long ago, your
business is already in the charts kodwa
isando qala! Then boom you meeting
sponsors, phezu kwi sponsors osowu nazo
and who is this potential client?

I smiled looking at him through the mirror.

Me: Ngu Sharon Mineez…

He gasped dramatically and we walked out

the rest rooms.
Teddy: No fucken way! The fashion show
Guru? Girl you going big, hayi this calls for
a celebration.

Me: Don’t get too excited, andikho sure

ufuna ntoni lamntu.

Teddy: Ndi sure it’s big! Haibo, have faith

wena…

I giggled as we sat down on our working

stations before resuming with our work,
kukhona lo Spade with his story.
·
·
I was now with Sharon Mineez, discussing
business and she is such a loud lady.
Sharon: Yondi your business is booming
and in the charts.

Me: I know right, all thanks to my hard

working employees.

Sharon: Shine darling! Ohh I have a

proposal or should I say offer for you.

Me: Which is?

Sharon: I need 6 of your good employees,

to come show off their designs at my
Fashion week in Dubai.

I paused for a second waiting for to tell me

she is joking, but bitch was serious. Haibo!
My employees are already getting
opportunities to travel? She blinked rapidly
smiling while looking at me.

Me: Please is this a joke?

Sharon: Not at all! I mean I’ve seen some of

your company designs, and they are really
out of this world.

Me: Wait Sharon…my employees are like

my family, I’ve heard so many stories about
people being trafficked and-

Sharon: Yondi, I know about those stories.

I’m one of the human traffick victims. Your
employees are lucky to have a caring boss
like you, I never had that luck.

Me: I’m sorry I didn’t know.

Sharon: Don’t worry it’s all in the past.
Maybe you should interview me one day, so
I could share my story with the world.

Me: I would really love to.

She smiled and held my hands on hers.

Sharon: So what do you say about the

offer?

Me: I’m taking it! But I believe that my

employees should also have a say on this,
so I will have to talk to them and hear what
they have to say.
She nod and clapped her hands twice, you
would swear she is little jolly kids.

Sharon: I definitely know that I will enjoy

doing business with you. Let me order
some more Champagne for us!

We were at this luxurious restaurant, I didn’t

even know it existed. Sharon Mineez is one
of the richest females, she travels a lot
because of business. She does fashion
shows and organize them, her networth is
worth BILLIONS, she even has billion
followers on her spcial media platforms and
ndi surprised she even wants to do
business with me. Guess I should just be
grateful for this opportunity, but I have to
see those legal partnership papers and our
lawyers have to be present when we sign
and go through them.
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××××××

BUSISIWE NTLONGO.
Saturday morning Yondi and I were driving
to the hospital for my check up, we got
there and they sent us through to the
doctor. We heard the baby’s heartbeat and
checked on other necessary things, the
doctor gave me a subscription and told us
we can get the pills at any chemists or
pharmacy.

Now Yondi is driving me to the mall.

Yondi: Ndine feeling you are pregnant with

twins.
Me: No, hayi Yondi! I would die shame.

Yondi: I think that would be cute, I mean

you 3 months but your bump is already this
big.

Me: It’s not that big njena?

I looked at her with teary eyes and she

giggled and quickly apologized and I rolled
my eyes.

Yondi: I will get you some ice cream ke.

Me: Ndi rhalela ne pickles, with peanut

butter.
Yondi: You have some damn weird
cravings girl!

Me: I know right, but zimnandi ke.

She shook her head chuckling and I

giggled, I looked at her and I could tell she
was not in her best mood but she was
keeping it together. Yondi and I got to the
mall and bought the subscriptions at the
clinic, she went to Woolworths to get me my
pickles and peanut butter to my surprise
she added some more snacks.

Yondi: We will get your ice cream kwi drive

thru ke ne?

Me: Thank you, ndizotya ndihluthe today.

Yondi: You still joining us for clubbing
tonight?

Me: Yeap, even though ndingazo sela.

She smiled and we opened her car boot

placing the plastic bags there someone
grabbed my wrist painfully, Yondi and I both
looked at this lady who was angry.

Lady: Ndingu Thozama, ndifuna uthi

hlukana nendoda yam.

Me: Ndoda yakho? Haibo njani sarna!

Yondi: Sisi andikho kwi mood, we have

places to be so ndicela uhambe.
Thozama: Andinoyiki xa ninoyi 2, ndizoni
betha ninye misoonu woyihlo!

Yondi: Askies, uthini?

I looked at Yondi and my guess is that

really triggered her, this was my first time
seeing her show her anger in public like
this. She must really love her father for her
to be so angry when someone insults him
ngesthuko.

Yondi: Uthi msoonu ka tata wam utheni?

Me: Yondi ignore her-

Thozama: Thula wena sfebe!

She pushed me hard and I stumbled, losing
my balance but someone catched me
before I fell. Yondi did the unexpected, she
gave Thozama a lightning back slap then
pulled her weave off her head tossing it
away.

Thozama: Rhaa bitch!

Yondi: Uthe awusoyiki moc? Masilwe

ke…okay fine you insulted me ngo father
wam, but pushing my pregnant friend is
very disturbing.

Thozama gave Yondi a slap, Yondi

punched her and pulled her head down
then kneed her on the face. Thozama
screamed and fell on the ground, when
Yondi was about to get on top of her 2 guys
stopped her.
Yondi: Yintoni nina? Sukani ndiyekeni.

Guy 1: Hayi sisteri mxolele…kucela mna.

Yondi: Andika menzi nix njena.

Thozama: Fuck you bitch!

Yondi: Bitch ngu nyoko, yandiva?

Thozama ran towards her but Yondi quickly

shifted quickly and tripped her, she fell flat
with her face on the floor. I wanted to laugh
but my focus was on my fuming friend, I
walked to her and told her to find her
calmness.
Yondi: Makabazi abantu boqhela lo, rhaa
sies! Sonyelwa ngama tswere ngoku!

I giggled while the others chuckled, usile

uYondi shame. I watch her get in the car
and bang the door shut, I thanked the guys
and the lady who catched me for their help
while Thozama laid on the floor crying. I got
in the passengers side and looked at Yondi,
she was resting her head on the steering
wheel.

Me: Baby what’s with the anger?

Yondi: I’m frustrated. Bragadier and his

friends are too quiet for my liking, andazi if
something bad happened to them or not. Lo
Thozama ufike ngexesha ndingekho right
ngalo, what irks me is she could’ve hurt you
ngoku eku push.a.
Me: I don’t like seeing you like this, kanti
unje xa unomsindo?

I laughed and she chuckled, I do not want

to get in her bad side.

Yondi: Veske fune udlakaza alles, that is

why I always keep my calm.

She started the ignition then rolled down

the window, popping out her head.

Yondi: Susani le njakazi emva kwe moto

yam, otherwise I will drive over her!

Guy 1: Hayi somsusa, hima yhoo.

Yondi: Kruqa, kruqa eli tswere lingena
manners! Mnqundu we’ garlic unyela
abantu aba nice!

I erupted in laughter, iyhoooo! I can’t wait to

tell the rest of our friends about this drama
she just caused. She reversed her car after
they removed Thozama, she hooted at the
guys and they laughed as she waved them
goodbye smiling.

Me: Awuphambene Yondi, hayi uli geza

shame.

Yondi: Kodwa undiqwabile la Thozama,

yayibona five fingers?
She said checking herself out on the
rearview mirror, she really had fingerprints
on her cheek.

Me: Wena you had the poor woman kiss

the ground.

Yondi: Good wena chomi, undicaphukisile

la ntombazana.

I chuckled and looked ahead smiling,

maybe Yondi should be the Godmother of
my baby. But then again won’t that make
the rest of our friends jealous or feel like I
love them less? But Yondi is the one who
introduced me into the life of having friends,
well I will just keep it my little secret. I’m
making her my baby’s Godmother, without
mentioning it to anyone.THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 119.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I was at the club with my friends drinking
and having the best time of our lives, when
I noticed Dayimani all cosy with this other
female who was sitting on top of him. I felt a
ping of jealousy and told my friends
ndiyabuya, before going to the occupied by
Dayimani and his friends with some few
females too.

Me: Sorry sisi, ndifuna uthetha noDayimani.

Lady: Ohhh oka-

Dayimani: Sinomtha hlala wena, awusuki

phezukwam ngoba andimazi lo sisi.
I looked at him and he wasn’t that drunk,
you could tell that he was annoyed my
presence and the way his friends were
stealing glances at me…cacile Dayimani
told them I aborted his baby.

Me: Dayimani please-

Dayimani: Tjoo mamela, ndizele uzonxila

apha. Vaya wena and leave me alone,
yabona nawe ndi busy…

Sinomtha: Baby just give her a chance to

talk.

Baby? So he already moved on, I looked at

this Sinomtha who seemed very chilled and
happy to all over Dayimani.
Me: Andikwazi ungubani ne? So it would be
best if uthule girl.

Dayimani: Kawu hambe apha, uyeke ubayi

bitter ex.

Me: So you moved on, just like that?

Dayimani: Ndine lungelo lo jola with

whoever ngoba ndi single.

I swallowed the lump on my throat and left

after giving this Sinomtha girl a ugly stare,
my friends looked at me as I sat down and
drank my Brutal Fruit.

Yondi: And then wena?

Me: I’m just mad that some bitch is already
replacing me.

Mpumi: Yhuu shame, kubani?

Me: Dayimani obviously.

Teddy: Chomi! Chomi ungazi hlazi,

remember what I always say?

Busi: “Xa ulahliwe lahleka don’t be

desperate”.

We laughed at how she mimicked Teddy’s

voice, she is the only sober one because
she is pregnant and drinking a non-
alcoholic beverage.
Me: Kodwa mntase, I was starting to love
Dayimani.

Yondi: Izimbo zoba obsessed ziqala

kuthanda umntu, but ulahliwe. Don’t go
down the obsessed ex road mntase, ayikho
grand.

Me: Kodwa I love him ngoku.

Mpumi: Ngoku benijola, he loved you but

you didn’t love him. Hayu uxakekile sarna.

Me: Anyways enough about my tragic love

life, mainxileni bitches!

They cheered and we drank, my mind was

on how Dayimani moved on so quick with
some cheap bitch. I should also confront
Lukholo ngomso, since he dished out my
secrets to his brother when I told him to not
tell anyone.

Mpumi: And then ungubani wena nja!

I looked at the yellowbone who stood by our

table, smiling at Yondi.

Him: Ndingu Khanyiso uyandazi lo sisi.

Yondi: Ndizode ndikuxele kwi ndoda yam

ikubulale.

Teddy: Ngulo Khanyiso wawuthi ukudikile lo

chomi?

Yondi: Nguye nqo!

Mpumi: Maka hambe apha! Hamba!

Khanyiso: Not until ndifumane number ye

chom yenu.

Yondi: Ndathi kuwe don’t tell me nge

numbers, I am no Mathematician!

Haibo le ntombi?! We laughed at what she

just said, she always have a funny way to
dismiss umntu.

Busi: Ndi sure Bragadier would be

honoured to spill some blood.

Khanyiso: Did you just say Bragadier?

Yondi: Yena nqoo, indoda yam ndedwa!

The guy swallowed and cleared his throat,

blinking several times.

Khanyiso: I’m sorry I even bothered you.

He walked away and we continued with our

drinking, I wonder unjani uSiyakha.

[FOLLOWING DAY.]
I woke up and prepared myself for the day,
it’s Sunday morning and I’m planning on
visiting Lukholo just to confront him. I miss
having my daughter around, but with
everything going on I think it’s best she
stays with my mother.
·
·
I was now at Lukholo’s doorstep, I rang the
bell and he took time to open. I looked at
him wearing a Nike short with a vest…he
gained some weight and he looks good.

Lukholo: Liyema? Ufuna ntoni…is Iphemna

okay?

Me: Iphemna is okay, ndifuna uthetha

nawe.

Lukholo: Ooohh?

I pushed through and walked in and heard

him chuckle, I walk to his lounge and stood
in the middle of it looking at him.
Me: How dare you tell Dayimani about the
abortion?

Lukholo: I was just a brother, who was

gossiping with his brother. I didn’t know that
niyajola…

Me: He told you about me and him dating?

Lukholo: He did, if only I knew that wena

ubulala umntana ka brother wam I would’ve
stopped you!

Me: So it doesn’t faze you that I dated your

brother?

Lukholo: No it doesn’t, I’ve moved on. My

only focus is on building an empire for our
daughter, not to be an obsessed ex
boyfriend.

I swallowed feeling hurt, so he is really

done with me? I looked at him with teary
eyes, he sighed coming towards me then
gave me a hug while we sat on the couch.

Me: Lukholo be honest, did you even love

me?

Lukholo: I did…more than anything.

Me: Then why are you giving up? Why don’t

you go all out and beg for my forgiveness?

Lukholo: I’m done begging Liyema, I get

that you found me in a compromising
position with Asiphe in our wedding day but
I was drugged! Do you think that I would
waste so many thousands to pay for a
wedding, and then still cheat ? What about
the rings I’ve wasted money on, the
wedding ring was close to a million.

Me: Wena if you found me ndi njeya in bed

with another man would you believe me if I
said andazi kwenzeke ntoni?

I looked at him and he clenched his jaws

standing up, I sat there and looked at him.

Lukholo: Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to

hurt you. Nam I never wanted to hurt you…

Me: It’s okay. The fact that I still love you, I

lost myself after you broke my heart
Lukholo. I made selfish decisions I’m not
proud of! I got involved romantically with
your brother just to hurt you, the way you
hurt me!

I stood up and swallowed wiping my falling

tears, my heart hurts andifuni noxoka.

Me: You know I wouldn’t harm a soul, I

aborted that baby because I didn’t want it to
be the reminder of how I dealt with my hurt.
The fact that our daughter was born on the
same day you hurt me, really hurts me…

He quickly hugged me as I sobbed painfully

in his arms, we stood in the middle of the
room in that position while crying in each
others arms. I pulled out the hug and
moved away from him.
Me: I still love you. Tell your brother to
forgive me for stringing him along and
making him a rebound, to a point he
impregnated me and I aborted his baby. I’m
sorry, I’m sorry for ever loving you…I’m
glad that you willing to move on, you’re right
our main focus should be on our daughter’s
future. I will try unloving you, ngoba you
manged to unlove me.

I chuckled sadly as he stood there in tears,

I stormed out his house and went straight to
my car. I made a U-turn and drove out his
yard with tears blinding my eyes, I’m off to
my mother’s house just so I can vent and
tell her everything.

[AT MY PARENTS HOUSE.]

My mother looked at me shocked as I told
her everything, she sighed and pulled me to
a hug.

Mama: How didn’t I notice that you were in

such pain? What kind of mother am I?

Me: Mama don’t cry, please don’t blame

yourself.

Mama: I should have sat down with you and

ask you about your feelings, things wouldn’t
have gotten this far.

She cried and I looked at her with teary

eyes and wiped her tears, thank God my
father was out with my daughter.
Me: You the best mother. I just let hurt
overtake me, my friends warned me but I
ignored their advices. Ngoku silapha…

Mama: Ohhh baby, ngoku did you talk to

Dayimani ?

Me: I tried to but akafuni. I respect his

decision, he is hurt and it’s my fault ndingu
ngumnto selfish.

Mama: You were really selfish, you

should’ve just sat down and try fixing things
with Lukholo. I can see you still love him,
qha you afraid to give him another chance
kuba you think he will hurt you.

Me: I do honestly, I still love him but he

moved on. Nam, I will move on someday…I
think I should ask Yondi to hook me up with
her stepmother.

Mama: Yondi’s father is married?

Me: Ewe he is married to this lovely lady,

igama lakhe ngu Babalwa. They got
married 2 months back, how did you miss
that Yondi made sure there were paparazzi
at the wedding.

We giggled and I told her about umtshato

ka taka Yondi and sis Babsie, it was a very
beautiful wedding.

Mama: What is she a therapist?

Me: A retired Therapist…maybe if I talk to

her, then she will consider having more
sessions with me. I need to find myself
again and get rid of this hurt, ndingeka biyi
bitter person.

Mama: Do that ewe, Iphemna doesn’t need

a bitter mother please.

I laughed and she told me to help her bake

muffins, while we await my father and my
daughter’s arrival since they went on their
little date. I should ask Yondi to hook me up
with sis Babsie, I know it’s too much but I
need to find myself ngoba my heartbreak is
making me do unthinkable things. Dayimani
yena, I will ask for his forgiveness when he
is ready to face me. As for Lukholo…I
guess he really is over me, I should try
moving on from him too and unlove him.
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JOURNALIST.

INSERT 120.
KUMKANI TOFU.
I smiled looking at Nozibele as she walked
to my car, I was at her township to pick her
up. Well I was accompanying her to see her
mother at the mental institute, I got out the
car and have her a hug…I chuckled as she
giggled, she has really adorable giggles not
to mention her moans.

Me: Hey unjani?

Nozibele: I’m okay, wena?

Me: Ndiright. So ready to hit the road?

Nozibele: Yes I am.

Me: But first I have to pass by my friends

tarven, he has to give me my USB.

Nozibele: Thobani is your friend?

Me: Ewe, he is…uright?

Nozibele: I just don’t want to bump into him,

he always to say some mean things to me
xa endibona.

I frowned and made he look at me, she

really had a bothered face.

Me: Not when I’m around, anganya.

Nozibele: Okay let’s go.

I gave her a peck, well she agreed to be my

lover but I could tell she is afraid to show to
love me. Maybe she thinks I’m here to play,
but ndi serious ngaye.
·
·
At the mental institute, Mamvulane was
telling all the stories about Nozibele as a
baby. Which were funny somehow..

Mamvulane: So Kumkani, ujola noNozi?

Nozibele: Mama…
Me: Ewe mama, ndicela usikelele le love
yethu.

Mamvulane: Ndiyayi sikelela, but ungamvisi

kabuhlungu umntana wam.

Me: Asoze mama, asoze.

I held Nozibele’s hand and she blushed

looking at me, I excused myself going to the
receptionist.

Me: Hi sisi, ndicela banking details zalapha.

Receptionist: Awuyifuni yona number yam?

Me: Mamela if you still love umsebenzi

wakho, I suggest you stop flirting with me.
Her face dropped as she saw I was serious,
I don’t have time to entertain other woman
while ndikwi relationship.

Receptionist: Uxolo bhuti.

Me: Ezi banking details?

She gave me a small broucher and I

thanked her walking away, I was going to
settle Mamvulane’s institute bill for the
whole year. Andazi how long she will stay
but it doesn’t matter, as long as my woman
won’t have to have lot’s of bills to pay.

[AT MY HOUSE.]
Nozibele was looking at her phone
shocked, she just got a call from someone
and I’m worried.

Me: Kumkanikazi what’s wrong?

Nozibele: That was the institute calling,

bathi I don’t have to worry about paying the
bill for the whole year since ekhona umntu
who already settled it.

Me: Ohh that.

She looked at me frowning, she squint her

eyes at gazed at me.

Nozibele: Why do I have a feeling nguwe

who paid?
Me: Well babe, it was me.

Nozibele: Kumkani-

Me: Shhh, I don’t need you to lecture me

please.

I said pulling her close to me by her waist,

she sighed as I gave her a peck.

Nozibele: I will pay you-

Me: I don’t want your money, I settled your

mother’s year bill at the institute because
andifuni ubene bills ezi too much.
Nozibele: I don’t want you to think I’m with
you for money.

Me: I know you not, spending on my loved

ones is my love language so let me love
you.

Nozibele: Enkosi, really I…I appreciate

what you did.

I smiled and kissed her and she giggled

kissing me back, I pick her up and place her
on the counter undoing her robe.

Me: I want to make love to you, on top of le

counter.
Nozibele: Okay but just don’t impregnate
me, I’m still fetching my life for being
pregnant.

Me: I will try not to.

Nozibele: Kumkani!

I chuckled and she giggled as I pulled down

my sweatpants and fucked her against the
counter, she has those fat gripping pussies
and I love how it engulfs my dick.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I wiped my falling tears shaking and closing
my car boot, and quickly got in my car
speeding out my house. It’s around
20:00pm at night and my destiny was going
to Yondi’s house, I’m scared and my mind
was not functioning properly at this point. A
while later, I was parked in front of Yondi’s
gate and I called her with my phone.

She picked up on the first ring, I heard

Teddy laugh at the background.

Me: Yondi, Yondi please…I need you!

Yondi: Mpumi why are you crying? Yintoni-

Me: I’m scared ndilapha endlini yakho,

please ndoyika.
I cried and she told me she will open the
gate for me, she did and I drove in
immediately and parked carelessly stepping
out the car and ran to her as she meet me
halfway with Teddy. They were still wearing
formal, meaning they probably knocked of
late.

Me: Guys!

Teddy: Mpumi yintoni?!

Yondi: It’s okay, masingene phakathi and

try telling us kwenzeka ntoni.

She pressed the gate remoting, we walked

in the house as the gate closed. Yondi
brought me water with sugar, while Teddy
rubbed my back trying to calm me down.
Yondi: Ina sela.

Me: Enkosi…

I took the water and drank it, I did breathing

exercises and swallowed looking at them.

Me: I almost got raped-

Them: WHATTT!

Me: Ewe.. I was sleeping at my house when

I felt someone on top of me, he tried raping
me…
I burst out in tears crying with my hands on
my face, they both gave me a hug and I
went on telling them what happened.

Me: I always make sure to sleep with my

gun under the pillow, I managed to fight him
off me and retrieved my gun then shot both
his legs…

I closed my eyes laying back on the

couch…

Me: The second guy came out my closet

carrying my jewellery box, my focus was on
the guy who tried raping me so his friend
ran out but I saw his face…

Yondi: Ohh Mpumi…I’m sorry baby.

Teddy: Where is the other guy?

Me: I asked him a few questions, he told

me they were just burglars trying to hustle. I
asked him about his other friend, he told me
ungubani and uhlala phi then I killed him
after.

Teddy: Wait…you killed him?!

Me: I wasn’t thinking straight, bendoyika

and I-

Yondi: Mpumi…breath, breath!

I did breathing exercises and she held my

hands.
Yondi: Where is the body now?

Me: In my car turnk…

Teddy: Tjooo nkosi yam, Nompumelelo

tjuu…

Yondi: Mpumi you telling me you are driving

around at night with a dead body in your car
boot?!

Me: I didn’t have a choice, my mind is not

thinking straight ndoyika uhlala ndedwa.

Teddy: We have to think, sizothini

bethuna?!

Yondi: Hush…okay let’s all calm down.

Yondi stood up and started pacing up and
down, her heels clicking on the floor as she
paced in front of us.

Me: All this reminds me of the time I was

almost trafficked.

I sobbed and Teddy comfort me, I told them

I will drive to the forest and bury the body.
Yondi told me to wait as she ran someone
around the house, she came pack with 6
pairs of black leather gloves.

Yondi: I only have 2 shovel in my garage,

so I will get them and I’m coming with you.

Teddy: Gloves zezantoni?

Me: Just for safety reasons.

Teddy: Why don’t we burn the body

instead, yhoo I can’t believe I just said that.

Yondi came back with 2 shovels, we ran out

her house. How is she running this fast in
heels, we put the shovels in the boot where
the body was and got in my car. Teddy
offered to drive, while I directed him to this
forest out of town.
·
·
We were now in the dark forest, digging the
whole while the car hazard gave us some
light to see.

Yondi: Yhuuu!
She said breathing heavily and Teddy took
the shovel from her as we continued
digging once the hole was deep enough,
we went to take the body from the boot.

Teddy: Rhaa uyasinda lomntu!

Yondi: Chomi how did you manage to carry

him?

Me: Bendingekho sezi nqondweni,

everything happened so fast.

We took the body out and carried it, we fell

on the ground with the heavy body but we
stood up and carried it again throwing it in
the hole. Yondi sat down breathing heavily,
while Teddy held his knees bending out of
breath…we were all out of breath.
Yondi: Burn this son of bitch, sihambeni.

Teddy: I will get the petrol and…asinayo

matches!

Me: I have a lighter in my car..

I ran with him to the car as Yondi sat there

tired, she still had her heels on. Yhey mna I
would’ve long took them off, we did our
thing and watched the body burn.

Teddy: Sizonuka umsi, hope the smell will

be gone by tomorrow.
Yondi: Cacile I have to remove le weave
and go natural tomorrow, I never went
natural.

Mpumi: Why do you always hide you afro?

Worse intle…

Yondi: Ndonqena kama, so I prefer

ukuroboza and intall weaves or ndifakele.

Teddy: Guys…this, what happened tonight.

We are definitely taking it to the grave,
akuzo thethwa ngazo nakwi pillow talks!

We looked at him and nod, we were so dirty

and covered with dust. Once the body was
ashes we covered it with sand, making sure
we left no evidence of ours here. The
leather gloves were still in our hands,
Teddy drove us back to Yondi’s house and
it was silence in the car.

Yondi: I’m sorry you had to go through that

trauma Mpumi, reliving your past isn’t easy.

Me: It’s okay, I’m okay.

Teddy: You not okay! You need to get

therapy, someone to talk to!

Yondi: I will try talking to my stepmother-

Me: No! Therapist are judgemental at times,

they can be very cunning.

Yondi was at the backseat, she leaned

forward in a came between me and Teddy
you know the little space that separate the
drivers seat and passengers seat.

Yondi: Sis Babsie isn’t judgemental, trust

me when I say so. You can’t be going back
to the darkness of your past, we are here
for you.

Teddy: So you going back to your house?

Mpumi: Ndoyika but I have to.

Yondi: Crash at my place for a while, ude

uberight.

Me: Maybe a few days won’t hurt, but the

trails of blood in my house.
Teddy: Guess funeke siye straight phaya
ngoku, to get rid of it before someone sees
it.

Me: Thank you guys for everything, you are

truly ride or dies.

Teddy: Yaaas bitch! I mean that’s what

friends are for.

Yondi: I really need some strong shit, njee

uba shot.

Me: Ndinazo vodka pha kwam.

Teddy: Worse siyaphangela ngomso, qha

ayina msebenzi wethu.
Yondi pat my shoulder and kissed my neck
before turning on some music, it was
playing loud. We sang along to some songs
and chat while, we drove to my house. I
don’t know what I would’ve done if it wasn’t
for these 2 they really deserve some
awards for being perfect friends. I mean
they abandoning they’re sleeping hours to
help me cover my tracks and get rid of
evidence, they are freaken RIDE OR DIES.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 121.
INATHI MPUNGASE.
I was all fine now, my father had a
traditional healer help me and I was fine. I
got in a arranged married with Mthunzi a
son to my father’s friend, we don’t see eye
to eye and he always brings his skanks to
the house.

Me: Mthunzi, I have to talk with you!

Mthunzi: Ufuna ntoni ndi busy apha.

Me: Why are you disrespecting our

marriage? Uzisa amahule akho apha
endlini!

Mthunzi: Yindlu yam le, I can do whatever I

want.
I looked at himin disbelief, while I burn in
this makoti attire yena he does what he
wants. I never imagined wearing as umakoti
for another guy, but only Mpendulo.

Me: I’m calling a family meeting, I won’t

stand yonke lento.

Mthunzi: Do that and pack your bags in the

process. I don’t know why my parents
chose a lazy, useless wife life you. Uhlala
apha imini yonke, all you do is eat ukutya
oku thengwe nge mali yam, and watch TV
yam! So think wisely before doing
whatever, uncanywe nakokwenu…

Me: So mna, I should live with a cheating

husband?
Mthunzi: Injalo dear! We not together by
choice anyways, awuyiyo ne type yam so
out.

I looked at him feeling all sorts of anger

than stormed out his study, I went straight
to my room and grabbed my car keys,
indlela yam iya kwa Mangwanya.
·
·
I got at Mangwanya’s and I was escorted to
her hut, as always her lady servants were
there. She chuckled as I sat down…

Mangwanya: You back? After so many

months, I see utshatile.

Me: I know Ngozi has something to do with

my miscarriage.
Mangwanya: Obviously, he tells me he
enjoys fucking you every night.

Me: What?!

Mangwanya: Ohh girl don’t act like you

don’t enjoy it, I know he knows his way in
bed.

I swallowed and looked at this evil woman,

so mna ndilaliswa nenyoka?

Me: Well since he fucks me, ndifuna

uncedo lwenu.

Mangwanya: Ufuna ntoni? Ruin umtshato

womntu again?
Me: No actually, ndifuna uqinisa owam
umtshato. I want umnyeni wam to love me
only.

Mangwanya: Mali sisi, then I will assist you.

I took out the envelop full of money in my

bad then put it in front of her. They gave me
a bottle with purple liquid to pour in his
favourite drink, and elinye iyeza to sprinkle
on my water then wash with it while calling
name.

Mangwanya: Iza and look at le mbiza, stir it

and call out his name 3 times.
I kneeled in over the pot and looked
through it, there was some black looking
water.

Me: Mthunzi Vusela, Mthunzi Vusela,

Mthunzi Vusela.

Mangwanya: Good ke, my portions are very

hard to wear off so…uzobuya after 6
months for more.

Me: Okay.

Mangwanya: Portia will come and check up

on you, we don’t want you ruining izinto.

Me: Why her? Omnye umntu please-

Mangwanya: Ndi gqibile! Leave my hut I
have another client awaiting me.

I huffed and put the stuff in my bag walking

out, why would she want Portia to check up
on me? I mean that lady is rude! But ndi
happy that I will get Mthunzi to love me, I
failed making Mpendulo to be mine but eka
Mthunzi has to be a success.

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[NARRATED.]
The Seventh Circle were back, they were
all safe and were celebrating their victory at
Nkosi’s house. They were too caught up in
they conversation, wearing they black
overalls and military boots.
Mahle: Aww sjimbo! We came back safe.

Bragadier: Jonga it was a very hard

mission, but we pulled it through.

Sive: After the one we be pulling again in 2

weeks, we have to lay low magenge.

Akhona: Yhr marn, but abanye

bazoqunjelwa.

He said looking at Bragadier, Lucky, Sive

and Mahle.

Lucky: Eishh zocinga ndiya cheat.a uBusi. I

mean we went to a mission for a week, kwi
ndawo engena network. Ngoku ndophinda
ndithi gqi, ndithi we going on a mission in 2
weeks.

Andile: Hayike, thina si single asina stress.

Bragadier: Yondi uzondi phambanela, hhe

andisoyiki!

They laughed as Bragadier gulped his

cognac.

Mahle: Yhee bawo, so did you get the

bling?

Bragadier: Yeah I got it, funeke njee

ayinxibe uYondi.

Sive: Why don’t you just propose bawo?

The rest agreed with Sive as Bragadier
chuckled, he would love to but he doesn’t
want to pressure Yondi.

Bragadier: Sbwl! But le promise ring will be

the first step, I don’t want to pressure her
into getting married.

Nkosi noticed car lights and siren began to

ring as the gents looked at each other lost.

Bragadier: Zithini ngoku?

He stood up as they walked to the door,

they found the yard surrounded by cops
and chuckled in disbelief as the Captain
walked to them smiling happily.
Akhona: Simba lantoni eli lenzeka apha,
Thola?

Captain: Yi arrest yenu, I told you I will

catch you one day.

Mahle: Yhee mnqundu arrest ibitheni?

He tried going close to the Captain but the

many officers gunpointed the guys, making
Captain Thola laugh in happiness.

Nkosi: Was it necessary for all this kak?

Gwalisa yard yam nge cops, ingathi ndiyi
president?

Captain: You are a group of dangerous

men, so funeke arrest yenu ibenje. You are
outnumbered…
He signaled for the officers to cuff the guys
and they also didn’t hesitate, they were
pushed toward the vans and tossed in.
·
·
YONDI MNDINI.
I got to my house and found Mpumi busy on
her laptop, she smiled looking at me and I
kissed her forehead.

Me: Uziva njani?

Mpumi: I’m good. Especially with you

calling me every 2 hours to check up on
me.

Me: I’m just being a good friend.

She closed her laptop and looked at me.

Me: Yintoni?

Mpumi: Sive has not been answering his

phone, do you think they still kule mission
yabo?

Me: Andazi mntase, I tried calling them nam

but ziya straight kwi voicemail.

Mpumi: Let’s hope they are okay.

Me: Yeah let’s hope so. So how was work?

Mpumi: Busy, hayi sarna sometimes being

a COO sucks!
I giggled as we talked about our days, she
suggested that we go out for dinner and we
did. We were at the restaurant dining and
eating, when a eldery woman walked to our
table.

Woman: Nompumelelo?

Mpumi looked at her confused, the woman

grabbed a chair and sat down.

Mpumi: Uhmm…ndiyakwazi?

Woman: Ndingu mama ka Sive.

Mpumi: Ohh hello ma-

Woman: Hayi, hayi igama lam ndingu
Nqabisa.

I cut a piece from my steak avoiding the

eye contact Mpumi was giving me, the
woman looked at me.

Maka Sive: Wena ungubani? You look

familiar…

Mpumi: Yi chomi yam…also known as

Yondi, The Journalist.

Maka Sive: Ohhh, at least you have rich

friends.

Mpumi: If uze apha ngesgezo, ndizocela

uvaye.
Maka Sive: Don’t worry ndizo hamba, but
know that I will never approve of
relationship yakho and my son.

Mpumi: We don’t need your approval.

Maka Sive: Sive will consider marrying

Thabisa, whether you like it or not.

Mpumi: No wonder tata ka Sive left you for

his current wife, uli hule le xhegwazana!

I chocked on my juice, what the fuck

uMpumi? I kept coughing and Nqabisa
stood up and clicked her tongue then
walked away.
Mpumi: Mqundu wenjakazi.

Me: Are you trying to kill me?

Mpumi: Yadika la mama.

Me: Ukrwada mfazi, ufuze bani?

Mpumi: Unyoko wam!

We shared a brief laugh and went on

eating. 45 minutes later, we were driving
home and it was dark when Mpumi’s car
tyre bust.

Me: Do you have a spare?

Mpumi: Yes I do.

Me: Masiphume, I know how to change a
car tyre.

Mpumi: You should teach me.

I removed my blazer and we climbed off the

car, few cars kept passing and I was
praying nothing attack us ngoba it’s at night
in the middle of no where. I opened
Mpumi’s car trunk, to grab the spare wheel.

Mpumi: That’s weird.

She said checking the back wheel, I went to

her and looked too it had these little spikes.

Me: How long was this here?

Mpumi: I don’t normally check my tyres so I
wouldn’t know.

I chuckled we went to the car trunk, a car

flickered it’s lights and stopped behind us.
We looked at who was in it, but we couldn’t
see because of the car lights blinding us.

Mpumi: Ngubani lo?

Me: Andazi, hope it ain’t a serial killer.

Mpumi: Let me grab my gun quickly.

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 122.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I was at this bar drinking alone, it’s my day
off tomorrow andina stress. Someone sat to
me and when I looked it was Lukholo, he
asked the bartender for a double-mellowed
whiskey.

Lukholo: You good?

Me: Ndizoba right, wena?

Lukholo: I’m good.

I nod and drank my cocktail while we sat

there in silent, I have nothing to discuss
with him.

Lukholo: So uze ngantoni apha?

Me: I requeted, my plan is to get drunk and
get the fuck out of here.

Lukholo: So you are solving ingxaki zakho

ngo tywala?

Me: Excuse me? Andiva taka Iphemna…

Lukholo: No andilwi ndiyabuza.

Me: So am I not allowed to drink ngoku?

Hayi kondimele please…

He chuckled and I ignored his presence, we

sat there in silence and kept ordering
drinks. I was feeling a bit drunk, Lukholo
was talking with some dude next to him. I
stood up and walked away after paying, I
took out my phone to request but someone
grabbed it.

Me: Hayi marn, yhey!

Lukholo: You coming with me.

Me: Jonga you moved on, nam I’m trying to

move on from you so hlukana nam.

Lukholo: Ungumama womntana wam, so

you being this drunk and requesting while I
can give you a free lift is not to be
discussed.

Me: Ndicela phone yam, uhambe phambi

kwam.
Lukholo: Okay.

He scopped me over his shoulder, I huffed

feeling annoyed as the wind blew up my
mini dress. He stopped and put me down,
he opened the door to his car.

Me: Uyadika bra.

Lukholo: As long as uzongena emotweni.

Me: Only because it will save me some

money, nxx.

I clicked my tongue and got in the car, he

got in his side and we buckled up and he
drove off while we listened to music. He
always had a good taste when it comes to
music, he stopped at the traffick light and I
could see by the corner of my eye his
looking at me.

Me: What now?

Lukholo: Nix marn.

He drove off as the robots opened, I

realized him making a turn on this road.

Me: Uyaphi Lukholo?

Lukholo: Somewhere we can talk without

disturbance, or you walking out on me.

Me: I’m done talking, andifuni uthetha nawe

marn.
Lukholo: Kuzo thetha mna ke, wena
uzomamela mama ka Iphe.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window,

he increased his speed a bit and I chuckled.
·
·
1 hour later, we were parked in front of this
farmhouse. It looked really peaceful here,
the open space was too much.

Me: Kuhlala bani apha?

Lukholo: I own this place.

I climbed out the car and so did he, I

followed behind him as he walked to the
house. I almost gasped when we walked
inside it looked very cosy and beautiful, I
ran my fingers on the shining funiture.

Lukholo: Iza this side.

Me: So you brought me this far, so that

ndingazo baleka?

Lukholo: Ewe, you said your piece the other

day now I have to say mine.

Me: If you didn’t find me at the bar, when

were you going to think of that?

Lukholo: I know where you live so

bendizoku thatha phaya.
I scoffed and sat down on the couch,
placing a cushion on top of my exposed
thighs. Lukholo sat next to me and
swallowed, I literally saw his adam apple
move up and down.

Lukholo: Mamela you not the only one who

is living with a broken heart, nam I fit kula
category.

Me: How when you the one who hurt me?

Lukholo: Because I lost you for something I

didn’t know how it happened!

Me: Lukholo…I asked you a question the

other day and you never answered.
He stood up and rubbed his head feeling
frustrated, I stood up and looked at him.

Me: I asked you if tables were turned, how

were you going to react?

Lukholo: I was going to be mad yes, but I

was going to give you a chance to explain
your side of the story.

Me: So you telling me, the drug only woke

you up xa kufika mna?

Lukholo: What do you want me to do ke?

Do you want me to toture the truth out of
Asiphe in front of you?!

Me: I want you to tell me if you ever loved

me!
He stood still and blinked looking at me, I
already felt tears on the blink of my eyes.

Me: Lukholo not once, not once have you

told me “I love you”. I was the only one who
always had to say it, you would respond
with “Sharp” “Me too” or “I care about you”.
The only thing that made me have hope
you love me, is because of that “I care
about you”.

Lukholo: Baby-

Me: DON’T “BABY” ME! You said you

moved on so sundibhanxa, I blame you for
how I turned out. You once laid a hand on
me, wena Lukholo…I will never forget that.
I cried looking at him, he blinked and his
tears fell. I turned around and put my hands
over my face crying, I felt him behind me
giving me a hug.

Lukholo: I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything.

I’m sorry for laying my hands on you that
day I just-

He paused and felt his tears fall on my

shoulder, I cried too.

Lukholo: I wish you would believe me when

I say I never cheated on you. I was drugged
by uAsiphe, I swear on my life…please
Liyema.

Me: I forgive you for my own sake, for the

sake of our daughter.
I wiped my tears but they kept falling, and I
felt like wailing so that the pain in my heart
could go away.

Lukholo: I know you think I never loved you

because I never told you “I love you”
back…just that those word mean nothing to
me, I could say that and don’t mean it. But
into ilapha entliziweni.

He turned me to look at him, he held the

side of my face and we looked at each
other.

Lukholo: Intliziyo yam ifuna wena, I know I

convinced myself I moved on but my heart
hasn’t.
Me: Lukholo stop…

Lukholo: I know the trust between us is

broken, things won’t be the same even if we
were to fix things. Uzobane insecurities
thinking I’m out there cheating on you, but
mama ka Iphe…

He took my hand and placed it in his heart.

Lukholo: Into ilapha, if it were possible I

would let you feel how my heart feels just
by the mention of your nam. Qha ifihlwe
ngezi zathu…

Me: Does your heart hurt like mine hurts?

Lukholo: It hurts baby, it hurts so much

sometimes it feels like izoveske ime.
We stared at each others eyes crying, I’ve
never seen him cry like this. I don’t know
what happened but next thing we were
kissing, I found myself wrapping my hands
around his neck and he picked me up
walking somewhere around the house,
seconds later he gently laid me on bed and
we shared this kiss full of emotions. He was
on top of me and my legs were locking his
waist, I felt butterflies as he traced his finger
up my thigh but his phone disturbed us.

Me: Lukholo, your phone is ringing..

Lukholo: Ignore it.

He kissed me but the phoned rang again, I
sat up and pulled out the kiss looking at
him.

Me: It might be important.

He swallowed looking me in the eye and

answered his ringing phone, I sat there
sighing wondering if will I be making a
mistake if I give him another chance?

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
3 male figures came running towards us,
when me and Mpumi was about to run I felt
a metal hit my head hard and it was lights
out for me as I felt my body hit the ground.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.
BONUS INSERT.
YONDI MNDINI.
Have you ever felt like you stuck in a dark
whole and can’t move? That is how I felt
being stuck in this dark room, tied on the
chair with my mouth gagged I feel dizzy and
my heard hurts I’m sure it is caused by
whatever metal they used to hit me with. I
heard shuffling, I looked around the room
but I couldn’t see anything because of
darkness.

The door opened and the lights turned on

blinding me a bit, I looked around and saw
Mpumi chained up on the chair and gagged
like me. 2 guys stood not far from us, one
came towards us and removed the leather
mouth gags from our mouths.
Me: What do you want from us?

Guy 2: Would you look…the journalist in

her is already kicking in.

Mpumi: Who are you guys?

Guy 1: Ohh askies ndingu Jojo and this is

my cousin Thomas.

Me: Ndibuzile what do you want from us?

Thomas: Sungxama, we still going there.

I blinked several times looking at this guy

with small eyes, I wasn’t that afraid
because I knew whatever that happens we
will be found because of the GPS implants.
Jojo: We are cousins ezika Sive, we were
sent by his mother to kidnap Mpumi but
bonus is that Mpumi was with uYondi and
they are dating amagintsa who are well
known.

They laughed and I looked at them with

disgust.

Mpumi: So thaf old hag sent you?!

Jojo: Chill subila, we won’t kill you as she

said in one condition.

Thomas: We want you 2 to tell us where

our cousin and his friends hide their
shandis.
Me: Shandis? What shandis? Mpumi
bathetha ngantoni aba…

Mpumi: Hayi ndi lost nam mntase, ndi

confused.

I looked at this two with so much

confidence and I shrugged.

Me: We don’t what you talking about.

Thomas: You know…

Jojo: Let me be specific, in exchange of

your lives just tell us everything about Sive
and his friends.
Mpumi and I looked at each other before
bursting out with laughter, Jojo looked at us
angry flarring his nose.

Me: Andiyazi who you think you are, but we

are not the betrayal type.

Mpumi: Besides sithini story seny? Are you

from Sive’s father side of the family or his
mother?

Me: I think they from the mother’s side of

the family, yabona nawe ngama phara ba
skarela hustle yoGuluva.

We chuckled looking at them and Thomas

stormed out the room angry, Jojo followed
him and locked the door behind him.
Mpumi: Sive never mentioned having
cousins name Jojo and Thomas to me.

Me: Has he ever told you about his

mother’s side of the family?

Mpumi: Not that I’m aware of.

Me: Hayike you have your answer.

Mpumi: So lo mama my move when she

approached me at the restaurant?

Me: Question is how did she know you will

there?

Mpumi: Yazi…
She looked ahead trying to think, but
nothing came to mind.

Me: Ngubani lo Thabisa anyways?

Mpumi: Some bitch who she is trying to

make my man marry.

Me: Eyy la mama, unabo ubu fly by night

nyana.

She laughed and I closed my eyes, I was

so thirsty yeses! I hope they won’t starve us
or thirst us, ndingafa ingeka fiki ne 2 days.
·
·
The door opened and mama ka Sive came
in with this other lady, they laughed and
high fived as Thomas and Jojo stood there
like bodyguards.

Maka Sive: Molweni, sorry you had to be

dragged into this Yondz.

Lady: Ohh ndingu Thabisa by the way,

future wife ka Sive and his soon to be baby
mama.

She smiled thought rubbing her stomach,

yheee bethuna this one has bipolar just by
looking at her.

Mpumi: Kanti umbi kanje Thabisa? No

wonder indoda yam ended up abandoning
eli xhewukazi le hule-
A mean slap landed on Mpumi’s face, I
clenched my jaws feeling my anger rise in
behalf of my friend. Mpumi chuckled
bitterly..

Maka Sive: Sive didn’t abandoned me, he is

just confused!

Me: Why don’t you let us go, ngoba ayo

fault yethu Sive doesn’t want Thabisa.

Thabisa: He wants me, but there is a

obstacle in our way! We have to remove it!

Maka Sive: Ewe we killing this Mpumi bitch,

you my only daughter-in-law Thabisa.

Me: Okay after killing Mpumi, what makes

you think Sive will want you?
Mpumi: Phambene aba, ndingu die hard
mna!

Thabisa: No uzondi funa. I know he

will…ngoba sis Nqabisa already paid lobola
negotiations in behalf of him.

Nqabisa smiled proudly, as if she has won

lottery. Is maka Sive well?

Me: So basically utshate with mama ka

Sive wena?

Thabisa: No ngdingu Thabisa Nodlinga-

Mpumi: Ohh please…

She rolled her eyes and mama ka Sive
walked to her, she pulled her ear and that
drove Mpumi wild.

Mpumi: Pray that ndiphume apha ndinga

phili, uzonya mama ndini shame.

Maka Sive: Stay away from my son! You

don’t deserve to be in his life, uzofa futhi
but now I want you to starve and thrist so
that you can die weak when we kill you.

She walked out the room, I looked at

Thabisa who was giving Mpumi attitude.

Mpumi: Voetsek eli xhumbulu!

Me: Lento ingena self love, hamba!

She walked out the room and I stared at
Jojo and Thomas who were quiet this whole
time, when mama ka Sive was here.

Jojo: Cosider our proposal, you will come

out alive.

Me: Haibo he talks?

Mpumi: Hayi nam ndi shocked ngoba, ebe

ngumkhovu when that old hoe was here.

Thomas: Enjoy the rest of your stay here.

Me: Oksalayo ningama phara.

Mpumi: And ndi sure they are fucking
umama we cousin yabo, abatshana abazi
sex toys.

I chuckled as they clicked their tongues

walking out, I looked at Mpumi and we burst
out laughing.

Me: Uzofa ke wena, hayi kodwa chomi

undifake gximfi kwinto zasemzini wakho.

Mpumi: Yondi tjooo, I’m so going to kill la

mama once ndi phume apha.

Me: Andilambe, andinxanwe. Ngaske

ndisele okwe Savvie peto, umqala womile.

Mpumi: Ucinga ubu bhanxa kodwa we are

kidnapped? Are you well!
We shared a brief laugh before falling into
silence.

Me: No but mama ka Sive, unabo ubu fly by

night marn. Uyayazi Gwadane la mama.

Mpumi: Hayi awuxoki, tuu uphikisa ke!

We kept talking about everything that

comes in mind. The only reason I’m this
chilled is because I have faith and hope that
the gents will find us, someone will notice
our disappearance and we will be found.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
××××××
[NARRATED.]
At the interrogation room Bragadier sat
there being interrogated.

Captain: Your other friends refused to admit

that this is you guys in the footage, so ndiya
themba you will be honest.

He played the video he got from one of the

gents enemies, you could tell the video was
photoshopped but the Captain would
accept even the fakest evidence to see
Bragadier and his friends in jail.

Bragadier: Yazi umuncu, khona umntu one

dreads kwi chomi zam?

Captain: So nawe uzama uthi this isn’t you

and your friends?
Bragadier: Icacile nawe uyabona, wena
ufuna njee something to get us behind bars.

Captain: With this evidence, you are going

behind bars!

Bragadier: Okay ke, sogagana phaya moc.

The captain told officers to take Bragadier

aways and bring the last person to be
interrogated which was Akhona.

Captain: Akhona Khali.

Akhona: Njee njalo.

Captain: Let’s get into it, you and your
friends…beniphi nge on the 27 of March?

Akhona: Haibo ndizoyazi njani? We have

lives to live.

Captain: This footage shows wena and

chomi zakho, attacking and killing a truck
driver for alcohol.

Akhona: I don’t need to see lo footage, ndiyi

qualified P.I and ndiyayazi shandis
ethokoliweyo.

Captain: This is not photoshopped!

Akhona: Okay…but xa usijongile are we

that thirst to attack a alcohol truck? Si
afford.a utywala work thousands, you would
be shocked to see the transactions of the
alcohol we drink. Ndithetha one bottle of
whiskey, ihamba koma R7000-

Captain: Shut up! Just-

Akhona: Mna ke I have proof and a very

clear and high quality CCTV FOOTAGE of
you killing the previous captain of the
station.

The captain almost chocked on his salvia

and Akhona smiled, leaning forward as the
Captain quickly switched off the recorder.

Akhona: Hayi wacima? I thought we were

interrogating nje…

Captain: This interrogation is over.

Akhona: Release my friends and I, tell us
who gave you le kaka ye footage wathi sithi
aba.

Captain: I won’t do that! Niya etrongweni

nina!

Akhona: Siya nawe ke…thina singa sinda

because even the judge will see the footage
you have is photoshopped. But ke as for
the footage, I have of you killing the
previous Captain of the station uzoyibona
and ubanjwe immedia-

Captain: Shut up kwedini!

Akhona: Sindibamba nge mpahla, zithini

ngoku?
The captain let go of Akhona’s collar and
sat down, he couldn’t afford everyone
finding out who killed the previous Captain.

Captain: I will release you and your friends

only if you get rid of the footage you have of
me.

Akhona: We also want to know who gave

you le fake evidence about us?

Captain: I won’t tell you, next thing lomntu

will disappear.

Akhona: Hayike I guess I should get ready

to release the-
Captain: I will tell you! Fuck, just leave!

Akhona chuckled and stood up walking to

the door, he banged it alerting the officer on
the outside the interrogation room to open.

Akhona: Awww Captain, my Captain…it’s

such an honour to do business with you,
guess now sinomntu who will make our real
evidence disappear xa ikhona.

The officer looked at the Captain with

question eyes as he sat there looking deep
in his thoughts.

[IN THE HOLDING CELL.].

Akhona looked at his friends smiling, they
chuckled knowing they plan was a success.
Mahle: Hhee so zithini?

Akhona: Uvumile usi khupa apha, and he

agreed to tell us who gave him the footage.

Bragadier: Angasibambi ngomtangara ke..

Lucky: He would never fool us esoyika.

Imagine everyone knowing he killed the
previous Captain?

Nkosi: Mna ndidiniwe, ndifuna ulala marn.

Andile: Mfethu ndizofika ndizithi bubble

bath! Kaloku Yondi undi plug.e ngeza weii
ze OH SO HEAVENLY.
THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 123.
TEDDY GXAKA.
I was so stressed I didn’t even go to work,
Yondi and Mpumi are missing and I feel
really lost. Last night, I had to pass by
Yondi’s house and get my USB with work
since she had instructions to edit my story
but her car was there and she wasn’t. I
called her and Mpumi but their phones rang
unanswered which was weirdl, so I had to
drive to Mpumi’s house but their weren’t
and I tracked them down using the “Find My
Friends” app we sometimes use to track
each others location. When I got to the
location the app gave me, I found a empty
car it had doors opened and their phones
there. That is when I had confirmation they
are gone, I had to call a towing company to
take Mpumi’s car.
Now I’m on my way to the police station, I
got there and ran to the front desk police.

Me: Uphi Captain? I need his help…

Detective: He is busy at the moment,

ndicela ulinde like everyone else.

Me: I can’t wait marn! My friends are

missing, yazi ntoni yeka ngoba ni muncu
and stupid!

I ran out but stopped on my tracks when I

saw Bragadier and his friends, wearing
black overalls and military boots talking to
the Captain outside. I ran towards them and
Akhona noticed me.

Me: Nibuyile?!
Akhona: Bhabha, ufuna ntoni apha?

Me: Yondi and Mpumi are missing.

Them: WHAT?!

Bragadier fisted his hands and looked at

the Captain, the Captain stood there
frowning.

Mahle: Bafondini masambeni, masambeni!

Bragadier: Wena tell your officers to take us

back where they found us!

He held Captain by his collar, yhuu

inesbhindi indoda ka Yondi sarna. The
captain did as told and Akhona rode with
me, while the others rode the police van.

Me: So nibuyile? And y’all didn’t even

bother telling!

Akhona: Eisssh Teddy, ndine stress about

Mafungwashe and Mpumi missing ndicela
ume nge noise.

Me: If only you knew how you and your

friends stressed Yondi, she was moody this
whole time you were gone because your
selfish selfs didn’t bother callling !

I fold my arms and looked out the window

frowning, while he sped off to his house.
·
·
The gents managed to locate Mpumi and
Yondi, they didn’t want me to go with them
to save my friends but I forced myself in
their black Quantum. 1 hour later…we were
parked in front of this doggy looking house,
they prepared their guns and I ran into the
house while they ran after me trying to stop
me.

Me: Yondi! Mpumi!

Akhona: Teddy marn, mamela!

He quickly grabbed my waist and looked at

me frowning, we heard a car screeching
outside and Lucky, Mahle with Nkosi
immediately ran out and gunshots fired. We
heard a scream and ran to the direction it
came from, Bragadier kicked the door open
and we all paused seeing Yondi laying on
the floor not moving, while this tall guy held
Mpumi at gunpoint. Bragadier was already
next to Yondi checking her out, I crawled to
her crying and place her head on my laps.

Me: GUYS uYONDI! Yondi, Yondi…

I said crying out and shaking her

unconscious self, no one understands what
Yondi means to me. She is my
everything…I looked at the blood dripping
from her head.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
×××

[NARRATED.]
Sive looked at his cousin Thomas with so
much hatred, Mpumi was silently crying
while Thomas held her on gunpoint.

Mpumi: Sive ngu mamakho, she-

Thomas: SHUT UP!

He pressed the gun against her, before

they could ask him questions a gun fired
and Thomas was on the floor holding on to
the side of his bleeding neck. Everyone
looked at where Bragadier stood, he had
this very scary look as he walked over to
Thomas.

He made him lay on his back as he

struggled to breath, then he pressed his
shoe on his neck.
Bragadier: Bulala ninye kuYondi wam.

He said that before shooting Thomas

between his eyes, the room was silent while
Mpumi was shaking and crying holding on
to Sive for dear life.

Bragadier: Mpumi who did this to Yondi?

Mpumi: Ngu Jojo.

Andile: Njaa yaphi leyo?

Sive: His my cousin, it won’t be hard to find

him.
The gents nod and Bragadier carried Yondi
out the room, rushing to the Quantum they
came with. He got in and settle on the seats
behind the driver, swallowing the lump on
his throat while pecking Yondi’s lips.

Bragadier: I’m sorry I failed you baby, but

ndikhona ngoku okay?

He clenched his jaws wiping the blood on

her forehead with his overall. They didn’t
have time to change, all they wanted to do
is find Mpumi and Yondi first. Yondi shifted
and Bragdier looked at her as the Quantum
started to move, he assured her she is safe
and she nod weakly.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
Forgive me for the short insert, I’m still at
work and I will knock off around 19:00pm.
So I will see you then…
They laughed as he touched his body all
over mimicking someone who is bathing,
they sat in the cell singing amagwijo and
talking loud and laughing as they awaited
for the Captain to come release them.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 124.
INATHI MPUNGASE.
I used the Muti that Mangwanya gave me
and I do see progress, but the problem is
Portia one of the ladies who work for
Mangwanya she is always at our house and
I fear that she will tempt Mthunzi into
fucking her. I mean she is a yellowbone
with a very perfect body…

I found Mthunzi laying on the couch, he has

been feeling dizzy lately.

Me: Hey, hubby.

Mthunzi: Inathi hey, uyaphi?

Me: I’m going to the mall real quick, for my

hair appointment.

Mthunzi: Ohh okay, pass by the pharmacy

and get me something that will help with
this dizziness.
I walked to him and he sat up looking at
me, I sat on top of him and took out his dick
from his pants. He swallowed as I stroked
him then gave him a kiss, surprisingly he
kissed me back. I lift my already short dress
up, shit my thong a bit and slide down his
black veiny dick moaning. He groaned as I
bounce on it, I’m glad he is enjoying ngoba
he kept spanking my ass. After sometime
we both came and I stood up fixing myself
and I smiled picking up my handbag.

Mthunzi: Why am I suddenly interested in

you?

Me: I guess you are realizing that ndingu

mfazi wakho.

Mthunzi: I guess…
Me: Once I get back, I will give you more
ne?

He nod his head and I walked out the

house happily, I felt like screaming and
jumping up and down because the love
portion is starting to work.
·
·
I had my hair done, I asked them to install a
Blonde weave on my head and Mthunzi will
like it. I bumped into my mother as I walked
out the salon, she looked at me with no
emotions.

Me: Mama, it’s good to see you.

Mama: I wouldn’t say the same.

Me: Are you ever going to forgive me?

Mama: No. Uli gwirha Inathi, andivani nama

gqwirh.

Me: Mama that was a mistake-

Mama: You do not make such serious

mistakes! Trying to sacrifice your friend for
umnyeni womntu? Sies!

She said with a disgusted face and going to

take a seat, I swallowed embarrassed
because some of the ladies heard our
conversation and looked us. I faked a smile
and walked out going to the parking lot. I
want to get home and drink lots of wine,
fuck my husband and sleep.
[AT HOME.]
I walked in and Mthunzi was probably in his
study, I walked to the kitchen to get wine
but stopped on my tracks as I heard giggles
and moans. OHHH HELL NO! I quickly
walked upstairs to the room Mthunzi and I
shared, I opened the door and found Portia
on top of him riding him and moaning
load…while he laid there curling his toes
grunting.

Me: PORTIA!

They ignored me as I stood there shocked

and shattered, I walked to them and pulled
her off Mthunzi looked at me frowning while
Portia smirked.
Me: What the hell is this?!

Mthunzi: What does it look like? We are

fucking…

Me: With this bitch!

Portia: I would watch my words if I was you.

Mthunzi: Besides you didn’t fully satisfy me

earlier on, you left me still horny and chom
yakho came and offered to give me some.

I looked at him angry, he shrugged and

stood up walking to the ensuite while Portia
grabbed my arm roughly.

Me: You fucking bitch-

Portia: I suggest you watch your words,
ndinceda wena apha.

Me: Helping me by sleeping with my

husband?

Portia: When Mangwanya told you, I will

come here to check on this she meant this.

I looked at her with so much hate, she let

go of my arm and I watch her pick up her
dress. My husband’s sperm was oozing
down her thighs…she looked at me
smirking and wore her dress.

Portia: I’m helping you strengthen your

marriage, besides your husband knows
how to fuck a woman. Nam it’s been a while
since I got some.

Me: You can’t go around fucking amadoda

abantu!

Portia: Yet you did?

I looked at her and she chuckled, Mthunzi

was probably taking a shower because I
heard water running.

Portia: Don’t worry, I’m not here to ruin your

marriage. I’m just here to strengthen it, why
do you think he gets dizzy? Ngoba the
damn love portion is working because of
me.
She picked up her shoes and walked out
the room laughing, I screamed in anger and
cried while removing the bed corvers and
sheets. I sat on the floor. Why would
Mangwanya let one of her servants fuck my
husband? Couldn’t they come with another
plan!

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SIVE NODLINGA.
I looked at my mother as she sat there
crying and shaking because of the gun in
my hand, Mpumi told me everything and I’m
very angry ngoba the woman who gave
birth to me wanted to kill the love of my life.
Mama: Sive please mntanam, don’t let
some girl get between us.

Me: Ndifuna uyazi why? Why uyingxaki

empilweni yam? In my relationship!

Mama: I swear she is lying, I don’t have the

guts to have someone killed.

Me: Call Thabisa and tell her to come here.

Mama: Why?

Me: Ufuna ndimtshate andithi? So call

her…
She smiled and quickly wiped her tears
while I looked at her with so much hatred,
why did I get her as a mother?

Mama: Nyani? Ndi sure Nomthunzi and

Thabisa will be happy to hear you willing to
marry her.

Me: Call Thabisa only to come, ndifuna

siringe soyi 3 qha.

Mama: Yhu okay, andisavuyi!

She took her phone and called Thabisa,

while I sat there feeling all types of angry.
The only person who managed to
disappear is Jojo, but akho smoko I know
where to find him he is not hiding far but
first I want to deal with Thabisa and my
mother.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

Thabisa was here wearing a makoti attire,
so nyani my mother paid lobola
negotiations for her.

Me: So kuthiwa ngubani gama lakho

lasemzini, mfazi wam?

Thabisa: Ngu Yanelisa, mnyeni wam.

Me: Okay ke. Masambeni ndifuna ukuni

khupa…

Mama: Nyani?
Me: Ewe marn, njee uba siyotya out. Just
my mother and my wife.

Thabisa was excited together with my

mother, my mother went for a change of
outfit while I stepped out a bit to call
Bragadier. He answered on the second
ring.

[PHONECALL.]
Bragadier: Sho sjimbo?

Me: Is everything ready?

Bragadier: Yhr silapha ngoku, and we

already dug the grave.

Me: Okay ndiyeza ne corpse yethu.

Bragadier: Sharp sarni.

I dropped the call and smiled walking back

in the house. My mother came downstairs
wearing expensive, I chuckled and looked
at this mad woman.

Me: You guys ready?

Mama: Ewe masambeni.

Me: Okay, ladies first.

Thabisa blushed and walked out following

my mother, my mother took the front seat in
and Thabisa sat at the back seat. I walked
to the car after locking the door and got in
then drove off, my destiny was going to the
forest where I will meet my friends.

Mama: Haibo Sive, when are we getting

there?

Me: Pholas oledy, we almost there.

Thabisa: Where are we going khona,

you’ve been driving for too long.

Me: Ndithe we almost there, whuzet

ngawe?!

She cleared her throat and I continued

driving, I made a turn driving through the
forest and I could see my mother getting
uncomfortable.
Mama: Sifuna ntoni apha?

Me: I have to meet my friends before we go

to dinner, khona something they have to
give me.

Mama: Lento yenu yobu gintsa isn’t right,

funeke nitshintshe.

Me: Okay.

I drove deep in the dark forest and parked

my car, my friends cars were there and I
saw Nkosi and Bragadier sitting on top of
the coffin as they all spoke.

Me: Phumani ke.

Thabisa: Siphume?

Me: Ewe, tsek emotweni yam!

Mama: Sive don’t be ridiculous.

I climbed off the car and opened the back

seat pointing the gun to Thabisa, she
screamed crying and I told her to step out
along with my mother. They did with my
mother begging me non-stop, I walked
behind them as we walked to my friends.

Mahle: Aww mams, uright?

Mama: Please…I swear I didn’t do

anything.
Me: Thula wena, Nqabisa!

Mama: Ohyini Sive, ndicela usixolele.

Thabisa: Ngu mama wakho who planned

the kidnap, I swea-

Before she could finish talking I shot her

head twice, my mother screamed as she
looked at Thabisa laying dead on the
ground.

Mama: Sive what have you done?!

Me: I’ve done what you were planning to do

kwi cherry yam!
Mama: Mpumi is lying, she is lying.

Me: Vula la coffin Oledy, and bury your

wife. Andithi you paid lobola for for?

Mama: Sive ndicela sithethe-

Me: Nqabisa andifuni uba violent kuwe, do

as I say.

She opened the coffin and I told her to put

Thabisa’s dead body in it and bury her, at
least fingerprints will be hers not ours. We
watched her as she cried and slowly put the
body in the coffin, Andile instructed her to
push the coffin in the grave and cover the
grave with sand. She took the shovel and
did all that, she kept looking at me begging
but I didn’t have time for her kak.
When she was done I smiled looking at her,
I walk to her and she covered her face with
hands crying.

Mama: Ohh umntana ka Nomthunzi, Sive

ungcolile.

Me: Mna? Ubulewe nguwe lomtu Nqabisa.

Mama: Uzondibulala nam?

Me: Wena uyohlala namageza, you will kill

yourself ngoba uzoqeqa pha like the rest of
them.

Mama: Please, please nyana!

She went down on her knees, I’m done
forgiving this evil woman.

Me: At least I won’t kill you, so noko bulela

lonto. You tried killing ubambo lwam, you
went too far.

I hit her with the gun on her head, she

collapsed on the ground and I clenched my
jaws looking at my friends.

Me: I will take her to the insane asylum, pay

a nurse and instruct her to always inject her
or use something on her that will drive her
crazy.

Akhona: Bawo won’t you regret doing this

to your mother?
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YONDI MNDINI.
I wasn’t talking to neither Bragadier and his
friends, not because I was kidnapped but
because they went away for a week without
giving us feedback about their safety. Call
me dramatic, but they went on some
dangerous mission…yintoni enzima to send
at least 1 text stating “WE ARE STILL
ALIVE”.

Mpumi: Yhuu mntase, so when will you talk

to the guys?

Me: Andazi Mpumi when I feel less angry.

Mpumi: I understand your frustrations
shame, ngoba what they did was very
selfish.

Me: Yabona? The fact that they have lovers

they left behind, they had the audacity to
shut the fuck up the whole week without
checking on them kodwa ngama gintsa ane
enemies.

Mpumi sighed and held my hands, I looked

at her.

Mpumi: I’m sorry you had to go through

yonke la kidnap because of me.

Me: Mpumi, the kidnap wasn’t your fault.

Mpumi: I know but I can’t fathom the fact
that you went through all that because of
me.

Me: Ndiright mna…in fact let us go pamper

ourselves, si crusty marn.

She laughed as I gulped the wine and stood

up walking to my room to get my wallet, I
was wearing my Jeans and a White Armani
T’shirt with my white Puma sneakers so I
didn’t have to change. I’m supposed to be
at work, but after Teddy told Mpendulo what
happened to me he gave me a day off. I
hate the fact that I always get these day
off’s, hayi marn tjoo.
·
·
I was doing my nails while Mpumi was
doing her hair. I was doing some Emerald
Green, Mountain Peak nail shape and the
nail technician was really doing a very clean
and perfect job as always. Her name is
Tina…

Tina: You have nice and healthy hair.

Me: Enkosi mntase.

Tina: Why don’t you flaunt your afro kodwa

intle and inde?

Me: Yasokolisa so lento I’m always brading

my hair, or installing weaves.

Tina: Phof nyani ke. My husband hates it xa

ndifaka weaves, uthi uzotyelwa.
Me: Haibo tshini, ufuna ube crusty?

Tina: Tshini bawo, qondba makame lo

nantsi diamond ring emnweni so akho need
for him to stress.

We shared a laugh and we kept a

conversation while she did my nails. When
she was done, I swapped with Mpumi and
did my hair. I asked for a 26 inch full frontal
kinky straight weave, also laminated my
eyebrows and had some 2D medium
eyelashes extension.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
Mpumi got a call from her mother so she is
gone to meet her, while I sat alone in the
house stuffing myself with some snacks
and watching some reality shows. My
phone rang and I sighed reaching for it, I
smiled seeing it was Liyema calling.

Me: Lee baby?

Liyema: Hey are you home?

Me: Ewe babes, ufuna uza?

Liyema: I’m already parked at your front

gate.

I giggled and dropped the call and stood up

going to grab my remote gate, I pressed it
and walked to the door opening it then
stood there watching my friend drive in
when she was in I closed the gate. She
squealed running to me and hugged me.
Me: Awuseyo happy chappy!

Liyema: I mean this are going good for me

again. Awumhle, look at chuuu Bragadier
uzo phambana when he sees you.

Me: Arrg that one, iza masingene.

We walked in and she looked at me as we

walked to the lounge. I offered her
something to drink and she asked me to
give her wine, and I went and got it for her.

Me: So unjani?

Liyema: Ndiright mntase, ndi happy again.

Me: I see that. Khona a certain person
behind this happiness?

Liyema: Ewe but ndisam fihla okwa manje.

Me: As long as uyekile uba ngula Liyema

who was acting funny.

We sat there drinking and talking, I didn’t

tell her about my kidnap with Mpumi. I
mean I feel like it’s not my place to tell
because andazi how Mpumi would feel if I
tell abantu about it, yes I know I was
kidnapped with her but rather she share the
story of it herself.

She left some while later, my phone rang

and it was Ezile.
[PHONECALL.]
Me: Hey.

Ezile: Baby can we meet and talk

tomorrow?

Me: I have work tomorrow, and after work I

will be going to Unity House.

Ezile: Uqumbile?

I sighed gulping my wine and feeling tears

in the blink of my eye.

Me: Ucinga ntoni wena? Put yourself in my

shoes Ezile, and tell me how would you
have felt if I went away for the whole week
and not call nor text you. Itsho xa udikiwe
ndim shame, I will leave you peacefully.

I end the call and put my hands over my

face then cried, andazi why I’m crying but it
hurts shame.

*
[NARRATED.]
Sive will go to location where he think his
cousin is at, it was some house he owns at
the township. He parked the car at the back
of the house, then walked around to the
front door breaking in the house but didn’t
find Jojo.

Meanwhile Jojo walked in the yard and

holding a Shoprite plastic bag, he opened
his front door and frowned dropping his
plastic bag as Sive pointed him with the
gun.

Sive: Yhrr wena nja!

Jojo: Sive it’s..bee…been a while, cuz.

Sive: Yintoni wancancazela ingathi une

swekile?

He shot his knee and Jojo screamed

throwing himself on the ground, Sive
chuckled bitterly clenching his jaws.

Jojo: Mfethu please don’t kill me, forgive

me.
Sive: So wena… you and Thomas, nacinga
my girlfriend and Yondi would betray us?

Jojo: Besidlala-

Sive: Nidlala amasimba ke. And ke ngoku

uzofa for supporting shit ka Makazi wakho,
uzofa just like Thomas and Thabisa.

Jojo: Oledy lakho lona? She also deserves

death!

Sive: Don’t worry about her, she is already

dealt with.

Sive strangled him while looking at him with

so much anger.
Jojo: Don’t kill me please…

Sive: Awuzo cishwa ndim, but Bragadier

will be honoured to since you are the one
who hit Yondi nge gun making her
unconscious.

Jojo: No-

Sive banged the gun against his head hard

and Jojo fainted, he pick him up like a sack
of potatoes and walked to the back of the
house where his car was to put him in the
boot.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I was not in the mood at all, my woman is
angry at me and ngapha the gents wants us
to sort out the shandis tonight. Meaning I
can’t talk to Yondi and apologize because,
we will be up all night namajita busy.

I was with my friends at some bush, by this

tree preparing a rope to hang Sive’s cousin.

Mahle: Mfethu ugrand?

Me: Ndiqunjelwe bra, fuck ndoyika Yondi

might try breaking up with me.

Nkosi: Subhanxa sarni, Yondi loves you

way too much to break up with you.

Me: I want to talk to her kanjani, but I want

to give her space to cool down.
Lucky: Busi told me Yondi had it bad when
we were gone, she was moody all week
thinking something bad happened to us
kuba singa phenduli phone.

Andile: Eishh but bekungekho network

njena.

Me: The fact that my woman think undidikile

doesn’t sit well with me. Ndizo dikwa njani
ngumntu endimthandayo?

These fuckers laughed at my pain,

ndizoqala ngaphi ucenga bethu…Sive’s car
parked not so far from the tree, we doing all
this broad day light. He carried Jojo to
where we were and threw him on the
ground, I looked at this unconscious fucker
who had the audacity to hit umntuwam nge
gun.

Me: Ugrand achuz?

Sive: Yhr qha ndidiniwe.

Lucky: You will rest ngomso, we still have

some lot of work to do at the CRAFTMENS
HOUSE tonight.

Sive: Ndi gcwele bawo, let’s kill lenja

sivayeni.

Nkosi kick Jojo waking him up, Akhona

rolled his eyes and scoffed walking to his
car. He came back with a 5 litter water
bottle and opened it splashing the water on
Jojo, he sat up gasping for air then looked
at us shocked.

Jojo: Please, please majita-

Andile: Hayi voetsek! Unamajita afana nathi

mnqundu?

I pulled him up and told him to get on the

chair under the rope tied around the tree
branch. He was a crying mess…

Jojo: Bragadier ndixolele bawo, yhuuu

nkosi yam.

Me: Sundisokolisa wena marn!

He tried standing up straight on the chair, I
pulled the rope down and put it around his
neck and kicked the chair away from his
feet.

Lucky: Kawume ndiyabuya.

He walked to his car to get whatever, we

chuckled as he came back with petrol and
his laser gun.

Mahle: Yayithanda into edibene nomlilo!

Sive: Where there is fire, kumnandi njaa I

don’t blame him.

We shared a brief laugh and watched Jojo

kicking the air as he fought for his life, he
even peed and shit on himself . We watch
him struggle until he took his last breath,
Lucky got on the chair and threw the petrol
all over the hanging dead body.

Lucky: Bekelani zinja, move ndizo vuthisa

ngoku.

We chuckled and moved away, be aimed

his lazer gun to the body and shot twice.
The body began to burn and we left it there
burning, I thought about Yondi as we drove
off.

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Me: No I won’t, lomntu always tries ruining
things for me. She should be grateful I
didn’t kill her.
THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 126.
YONDI MNDINI.
My eyes hurt and my head is pounding from
the crying I was doing last night, Mpumi
went as far as sleeping in my room and
cuddling me. I woke up to her not next to
me, she probably already left for work. I
sighed and stood up preparing my morning
routine, I miss having sex with my man but
ndimqumbele shame andifuni noxoka.

45 minutes later, I was wearing my Flounce

Sleeve Belted Dress and my Saint Laurent
heel. I smiled checking myself out on the
mirror, my natural make up was on fleek
and I blushed fixing my weave rhaa
ndimhle! Minutes later I was driving to work
jamming to some Amapiano, I stopped at
the traffick light and looked at the sports car
next to my car. A white guy was driving,
umhle yena I won’t lie he looked at me and
winked then blew me a kiss and I chuckled
looking ahead. He played with his engine
revving it, probably trying to get my
attention but I didn’t give it to him. When the
robots were open I drove off.

[AT WORK.]
I parked my car and just as I step out my
car, I frowned looking at the sports car I
saw at the robots park next to me. The
white guy stepped out and walked to me
smiling.

Me: Excuse me are you following me?

Guy: I had to follow the Goddess…you look

unbelievably beautiful.
Me: Thanks but don’t go around following
people you don’t know, you might get hurt.

Guy: Noted. My name is Kevin, by the way.

He said smiling, I smirked and took out my

work stuff from the car.

Me: Nice to meet you Kevin, but I have

work to get to.

Kevin: So you a journalist huh?

He said that looking at my access card, I

closed the door and sighed frustratedly as
he held my hand.
Me: Ndicela ungandidiki. Do not try working
on my last nerve, let go.

Kevin: I’m…just that I would like to take you

out for dinner.

Me: I’m not interested and stay away from

me, I’m very much taken.

I yanked my hand and walked away, why

does it always have to be me? Soloko njee
ndisezi ntweni.

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
While I was busy talking with my friend over
the phone, I smiled looking at Yondi come
in my office holding her laptop. She waved
and I waved back, I watch her take a seat
on the couch while opening her laptop.

Me: Babalo mfethu, we will talk again ne?

Babalo: Okay, we should meet up for some

drinks later.

Me: Sharp.

I end the call and looked at Yondi, she

stood up and came to the chairs by my
table and sat down.

Yondi: I came here to show you I’ve edited

Teddy’s work.
Me: Good.

She gently shove the laptop to me, I did

what I had to do and once I was done I
gave it to her.

Me: Thank you for always doing your job.

Yondi: I have to, let me leave.

Me: Yondi, you good?

Yondi: Yeah ndiright, why?

Me: Just wanted to be sure.

She nod and stood up, I watch her as she
walked to the door but stopped on her
tracks before turning to look at me.

Yondi: Hey Mpendulo…can we talk?

Me: Yeah sure, akho ngxaki.

I looked at her as she sat down giving me a

small smile, she sighed nervously.

Yondi: I think I have to resign.

Me: What?! Yondi please no…

Yondi: Mpendulo my life is full of drama

lately and I don’t want to drag your
company into that.
Me: Yondi suphambana, I thought you the
one who said your personal life has nothing
to do with work life.

Yondi: I know…but I always find myself

involved in fucked up things, and end up
being off without notice. That is not fair…

Me: Yondi…

I walk around my table and pulled the chair

sitting in front of her, I clenched my jaws
holding her hands.

Me: Mamela bad things happen everyday to

anyone. You can’t give me your career and
job just for something you don’t have
control over.
Yondi: But-

Me: You have always been dedicated to

your job, one of thee best journalists I’ve
ever hired…and my favorite obviously.

We shared a brief laugh looking at each

other.

Yondi: I knew ndiyi favourite yakho.

Me: That is why I won’t accept your

resignation letter, I swear ndizoyi krazula
inye and send you to complete 5 stories as
punishment.

Yondi: Haa?
Me: Ndi serious Yondi. The fact that you
always submit your work in time, you are
very punctual and dedicated. You
everything that every employer is looking
for out there, I won’t lose you mna. This
company needs you, ngoba naxa u’off you
just work from home instead of resting.

Yondi: Thank you, I just didn’t want to take

advantage of your kidness towards me.

Me: You not. Wena you will part of Media

Ink, kude kuyovalwa.

She giggled and I chuckled looking at her,

she is the definition of beauty with brains.
Me: So how are you? Teddy told me about
your kidnap.

Yondi: I’m fine as long as ndi alive.

Me: Teddy really loves you, if I was God I

was going to make you two twins.

We laughed and continued talking, she

even offered to buy me lunch just because
I’m a cool boss.

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NKOSIKHONA DWEBA.
I looked as she laid under me naked, we
were both naked and I kissed her going
down on her. She moaned touching the
back of my head as my tongue came in
contact with her cleaned and beautiful
pussy, her moans excited me making me
eat her up hard.

Yondi: Mmmm…fuck Nkosi!

She softly moaned putting her legs on my

shoulder, after a while when she was about
to cum I raised my head and went back to
devouring her soft lips. I locked my fingers
with her one hand then put placed the hand
above her head, pushing my throbbing dick
inside her warm and tight pussy. I groaned
in her ear and she moaned my name
soflty…

Yondi: Nkosi, aaa..

Me: Shit, Yondi!

She moved her head and kissed my lips as

I pushed more of my dick in her, she arched
her back moaning and sinking her nails on
my back.

Me: Fuck…hhhmmm.

I grunt as he pussy perfectly wrapped

around my dick, while I kept thrusting in and
out her…I felt like crying at how heavenly it
felt being inside her.

I heard a phone ringing from a distance, it

stopped ringing then rang again. I sat up
straight on my bed breathing heavily and
sweating, I picked up my phone.
Me: Sho mfethu?

Mahle: Zwakala e’warehouse.

Me: Zithini?

Mahle: Simfumene la mjita ka Captain

Thola.

I cleared my throat and told him ndiyeza, I

dropped the call and sat there for a bit. Did I
just have a wet dream about
Mafungwashe? I don’t understand nyani,
because I do not look at her in that way but
my little sister. Bragadier will be pissed if I
tell him this, futhi I will tell him ngoba
izonditya le weii and I don’t like hiding shit
from my friends. I got off bed and walked to
my closet to find something to wear before
going to the warehouse.
·
·
At the warehouse, after we got rid of the
dead body of one of our enemies. The one
who gave Captain Thola fake evidence
about us, we sat there together drinking
and chatting.

Me: Bragadier asringe ntwana?

Bragadier: Sho sarni.

We walked down the passage and left the

others talking, I cleared my throat and
looked at him as he looked at me leaning
against the wall with a glass of whiskey in
hand.
Bragadier: Mfethu ugrand? You acting
weird…

Me: I have to tell you something, it’s about

a dream I had. And mfethu andizoku fihlela
ngoba, usi sjimbo sam.

Bragadier: Hayibo uyaboniswa na ngoku?

Me: Yhee mnqundu wakho, ndi serious

ngoku.

He nod looking at me and gulped his

whiskey.

Me: I had a dream fucking uMafungwashe.

He smirked looking at me, before chuckling.

Me: Unyuba ntoni swine?

Bragadier: Because I trust, ndiyayazi that it

won’t happen for real. You sjimbo…you will
never betray me like that ngoba you know
how much I love Yondi and how much she
means to me.

Me: You not angry?

Bragadier: Why would I be? Ubufikelwe ngu

Maria disguised as my woman.

Me: Mfondini, I thought you will throw a

punch on me I confessed abou this dream.
Bragadier: Tuu bawo, in fact ndizoxelela
u’baby xa sihleba during pillowtalk uphuphe
umtya.

We shared a brief laugh.

Me: Just so you know I don’t look at Yondi,

ngala ndlela sarni. I mean li Fungwashe
eliya, she is like a little sister to me. And I
told you this ngoba you know we never hide
secrets from each other, no matter how
small.

Bragadier: Ndi gcwele marn, subana xhala

sjimbo. Masambe siyonxila ndine stress…

We walked down the passage and he told

me how Yondi is still angry at us, she said
she doesn’t need to see our ugly faces and
big heads. I laughed ngoba iyafana
noYondi leyo, just hope she will forgive us
soon. It’s very nice that she genuinely cares
about our saftey, and how she gets angry if
she doesn’t hear from us for
days…Mafungwashe wethu.

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They nod and I picked her up and took her
to the car, then drove her to the Insane
Asylum tshini ndidikiwe nguye moc.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

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INSERT 127.
EZILE FANATHI.
I walked in my house feeling tired on Friday
night, well I had back to back meetings and
I just want to be in the arms of Yondi wam.
I’m going to go forcefully take her pha
kwakhe after I shower, ndifuna yena mna
and uqumbile.

I paused looking at Yondi sitting on top of

my counter drinking wine in just a very sexy
looking lingerie, I swallowed and blinked
several times feeling my pants tighten
because of my growing erection.

Me: Baby?

Yondi: Are you going to stand there and

stare at me or uzonditya?
She carefully jumped off the kitchen counter
and slowly walked to me, fuck umhle
lomntana and I’m so lucky to have her as
mine.

Me: I…I thought you were angry at me?

Yondi: Shhh…less talking and more

fucking. Sizo thetha about my anger
towards you and your friends in the morning
after some morning glory.

Me: Baby…

Yondi: Mmmm?

I couldn’t find my focus because she was

distracting me with her kisses, she took off
my tie and put it around her neck looking at
me seductively.

Yondi: I will be waiting for you pha

e’paradise, Guluva wam.

She turned and slowly walked up the stairs,

going to my room. I quickly poured myself a
glass of whiskey feeling hot, Yondi will be
the death of me.

[IN MY ROOM.]
I found her standing in the middle of the
room and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her,
my eyes travelled to the leather handcuffs
on the bed with a vibrator. Undenza ntoni lo
mntana?

Yondi: I miss feeling you deep inside of me.

She was now in front on me, unbuckling my
pants and uzipping the zip. She pulled it
down and kneeled down in front of me, my
dick throbbed and grew more harder as she
blew air on the tip while stroking the dick. I
grunt hissing and removed her weave out of
the way so I can see her perfect beautiful
face.

Me: Fuck baby…umhle.

She swirled her tongue around my dick and

sucked the tip, I groaned throwing my head
back as her warm mouth covered half
length of my dick. She gagged but
continued pleasuring me, I kept groaning
like some injured animal and curled my toes
as she took my balls in her mouth, making
me cuss and groan.
·
·
We were now fully naked, I was cuffing her
wrist while we shared this very intensifying
sexual stare. I tongue kissed her moaning
in her mouth, then broke the kiss going
down on her planting kisses on her skin.

She moaned melodious as I dig my tongue

deep inside her vagina, I ate her up hard
she moaned arching her back trying to
close her thighs but I spreed them widely
and took the vibrator turning it on.

Me: So wena uqumbele mna? Indoda

yakho wedwa…
I opened her vagina folds and ran the
vibrator up and down her wet slit, she lost it
and released uncontrollable moans.

Yondi: Aaa Guluva! Fuck…himaaaa.

Me: Ndimele ntoni?

Yondi: Ndifuna ucitha marn aaaah!

She said that half screaming then tried to

run away, I chuckled and pulled her leg
then pressed the vibrator against her pussy
hard. She squealed and moaned out loud
losing it.

Me: Andikafuni ucithe mna…

Yondi: Ezile…please.

I tried pushing the head of the vibrator into

her tiny vagina hole, she squealed and her
legs shook and I smiled happily as she
began to squirt. I kept circling the vibrator
on her slit while she kept squirt, not
knowing what to do with herself. When she
was down squirting I clean her juices with
my tongue, while she breathed heavily
moaning.

I bit my lower lip smiling and went back to

kissing her lips, making her taste herself.
She was sweating, yhini I’baby lam.

Me: Sizoba busy baby, with these cuffs

restraining you from touching me.
I kissed the corner of her lip then her
jawline, I whispered in her ear.

Me: Ndizoku dlakaza unye uthi saaa,

sthandwa sam.

I quickly flipped her and put her in a doggy

style position, she nailed the position like
always. I kissed her butt cheeks then
circled my dick on her vagina hole, she
gasped as I push my tip through grunting. I
pull it out again and fisted her weave with
my one hand, I shoved my dick in one go
deep inside her closing my eyes groaning
as her pussy perfectly gripped my dick like
always. She tried to muffle her loud moans
by biting on the pillow as I rammed my dick
hard and deep inside her, hitting her G-
spot.
Me: Shit, babyyyy!

Yondi: Fuck, fuck…aaaah. Mmmmmm!

She squealed and I spanked her butt

cheeks, going faster and harder full length
inside.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I opened my eyes feeling tired as fuck, we
really went extremely wild during our sex
last night and we slept around the early
mornings. I smiled looking at my gorgeous
woman, she was dead sleeping ngoba
shame I really did a number on her. I kissed
her lips then traced the love bites on her
body and neck with my fingers, she will
hate me for this. I chuckled and climed out
of the bed my dick dangling side to side, it
was numb.

*
40 minutes later, I was all fresh and clean
preparing some fruit salad for
Mafungwashe, she was still in our room
knocked out. Ndimtya nam nda phelelwa
nga mandla! Someone kept playfully ringing
the doorbell, I chuckled walking to it
knowing very well it’s my friends.

Me: Nifuna ntoni kwam on a Saturday

morning?

Them: SJIMBOOO!

They grouped hugged me and I laughed,

worse ndidiniwe for this kak they doing. We
walked to the lounge and spoke, I told them
about Yondi being here and they wanted
me to wake her up but I refused. Udiniwe
lamntu, tshini aba batheni?
·
·
A while later, we were still talking and
laughing over a bottle of whiskey and
talking about some of our missions. Yondi
appeared wearing her tights and my T-shirt,
she was holding a gun in her hand pointing
it to us. She had her calm face though…

Mahle: Mafungwashe yintoni ngoku?

Yondi: So you all have guts to show your

faces after nindi stress.e for iveki yonke?

She kept pointing the gun to each of us.

Me: Baby, you-

Yondi: Thula wena! Nawe unesbhindi soba

lapha kulendlu.

Haibo this is where I live njena? My friends

and I laughed and she unexpectedly shot at
the empty bottle of whiskey on the table
startling us.

Yondi: Ndiyi joke kuni? Ndingu “hahaha”, a

damn clown?!

Andile: Mafungwa-

Yondi: Shhhhhh! Do you know how it feels

waking up and not knowing if you guys are
dead or alive? You guys went on some
dangerous mission for a week and didn’t
bother informing us about your safety!

Akhona: Sthandwa sethu, network

ibingekho kulandawo.

Yondi: Akhona futsek! Yazi

yintoni…phumani nonke endlini ye ndoda
yam! Kwa wena Ezile phuma endlini ye
ndoda yam!

We looked at her holding in our laughs,

yhey phambene le girl. Lucky was about to
stand but Yondi looked at him.

Yondi: Uyaphi wena?

Lucky: I thought you-

Yondi: Don’t thought, ayi thougtisi.

She sighed and put the gun on the floor,

then looked at us.

Yondi: I’m so tired for le shit, I’m glad you

are all healthy and alive and I love you
guys.

Sive: Eeehh??

He said looking confused at the mood

changed, Andile coughed wanting to laugh.
Hayi kanti u’baby unjani?

Yondi: Anilambanga? I will make you guys

some food to eat.
She walked away and we looked at each
other with the gents and burst out laughing
at what just happened.

Mahle: Jerrrre! Yhuu hayi andazi, what the

fuck just happened?

Lucky: Andothuka when she shot the bottle

of whiskey!

Akhona: Yhee wena nantsika, li geza

uMafungwashe!

Andile: Ekse worse uba ndimince nentsini

kanjani!
Me: Ugxotha kwa mna phof? Yhey hayi
bafethu, naninga xoki ngoku nanisithi uli
geza.

Yondi: NDIYANIVA NE? Sanuhleba isimba

please sjimbo!

She shouted from the kitchen and we

erupted in laughter, Nkosi picked up my
gun from the floor and put it on the table.
Mahle got us some more whiskey from the
alcohol cabinet, and we all sat there
chatting up a storm as we waited for our
food.

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INSERT 128.
LIYEMA LOKO.
Lukholo and I have been hooking up, we
fixed things and enjoy sneaking around like
kids no one knows about us hooking up.
Like now we were at the farmhouse, it is
where we always meet and have our little
fun.

Lukholo: Haibo come on…do we have to

leave?

Me: Ha.ana ke you know I have work

tomorrow.

Lukholo: Tjoo hayi kodwa, ndicela okwe

round yoku gqibela bhabha?
Me: Hayi unezimanga wena, I know lo
round iyi one will turn into more rounds.

He grunt and got on top of me then gave

her kisses all over my face, making me
giggle like crazy.

Lukholo: Uzondi vimba serious?

Me: Ewe tshini, suka…

I gently pushed him off and stood up,

picking up my clothes. While Lukholo laid
looking at me and smiling like a fool…

Me: Lukholo get dressed, yazibona ke?

Lukholo: Nditheni?
He slowly got of bed and I tried running
away from him as he came to me, he
quickly caught me and threw me over his
shoulder spanking my ass making me
laugh. I giggled as he gently laid me on the
bed and got on top of me, kissing my lips.
How I missed all this, just hope nothing
ruins us this time around.

[SOMETIME LATER.]
Lukholo collapsed next to me as we tried
catching our breaths, he pulled me to him
and kissed my forehead.

Me: I told you 1 round won’t be enough for

you?
Lukholo: Do you blame me though? You
know I have stamina for days.

I giggled and kissed his chest, then laid on

it feeling sleepy. Hope I will be able to wake
up before nightfall ngoba I have work
tomorrow.
·
·
At my house I smiled happily getting in as I
spoke on the phone with my mother, she
was updating me on Iphemna and how
naughty she is becoming everyday.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: So uthi she broke your vase?

Mama: Ewe she did, yhuu uyandimosha

lomntwana.
Me: Hayi mama, I know you lying ngo Iphe.
Just say you want me to buy you a new
vase…

Mama: Okay you got me!

We both giggled, I knew it my mother loves

being spoiled and she also loves spoiling.
She started to tell me about this Italian
Vase she saw online, and how she really
loved it.

Me: I will transfer you some money so that

you ca buy it ke.

Mama: Thank you, baby.

Me: Anytime, mama wam.

Mama: So tell me why are you so scarce

lately?

Just then a knock went through my door, I

frowned wondering who it was.

Me: Mama, someone is at the door ne?

Sophinde sithethe..

Mama: Okay don’t forget to call me later

tonight, ndine ndaba for wena!

I giggled and bid my gooddbyes before

hanging up, I went to check who is
knocking at my door.
Me: Dayimani?

Dayimani: Hi, ndinga ngena?

Me: Yeah, sure.

He walked pass me going to the lounge, I

sighed and closed the door following after
him. He sat on the double couch, while I sat
on the single couch.

Us: I just wanted to…

We looked at each other and shared a

laugh.

Dayimani: You go first.

Me: Ndifuna uthi I’m sorry for everything.
Uxolo for stringing you along, I wish I did
things right.

Dayimani: It’s okay. Nam, I shouldn’t have

fallen for my brother’s ex fianceé so we
both were wrong.

Me: I’m for taking away the opportunity of

you being a father.

Dayimani: Akho ngxaki, I forgive you. Hope

there won’t be bad blood between us,
ngoba ndingu malume ka Iphemna.

I giggled and he looked at me smiling

thoughtfully, I could see that he has
something else to say.
Me: Uright?

Dayimani: Ewe ndiright. I’m am going away.

Me: Going away?

Dayimani: Ewe as in moving out of the

country.

Me: Dayimani is it because of me?

Dayimani: No, no…I just need to be away,

just to find my peace again and also I got
offered a deal by one of our clients.

Me: That’s perfect. Hope you find your

peace…
Dayimani: Yeah, let me go ke. I will when I
see you.

I nod and we stood up then hugged before

he left, I sighed feeling a bit ease. Only one
guy is left to talk to now, that is Nkosi ngoba
I don’t want to be having crazy ordeals with
him in the near future. Lukholo and I are in
the journey of mending things, so yonke
into should start on a clean slate.

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EZILE FANATHI.
It’s Sunday and here I am in my study
staring at this beautiful Full carat Diamond
ring, no it’s not a proposal ring but a
promise ring for uYondi. She isn’t ready for
marriage, so the promise ring will be the
first step to show her that she doesn’t have
to be afraid of getting married to me. Then
once I see she has a different perspective
about marriage, I’m definitely going to
propose to her and marry her.

I quickly closed the ring box and hide it in

the drawer, when I heard a knock and
Yondi popped her head in and smiled.

Yondi: Baby breakfast is ready, uzotyela

apha?

Me: Hayi baby wam, I’m going to eat nawe.

Yondi: Okay. Uright? You look nervous…

Me: No ndiright, ingxaki xandibona wena
veske ndixakwe noba ndithi.

She giggled and walked to me, I smiled

wrapping my hands around her waist as
she sat on my lap giving me kiss. I was lost
in the kiss when she pulled out, then
nibbled my lower lip with her thumb staring
in my eyes.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda, sthandwa sam.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

She hugged me and I held her tight kissing

her neck, I won’t ever hurt her or let anyone
hurt her. I wasn’t lying when I said
ndiphilela uYondi, she is my everything njee
and not even death will do us part. I found
myself sniffing and shedding tears as we
hugged…

Yondi: Baby uyalila?

Me: Yondi ungadikwa ndim, I don’t ever

want to lose you.

Yondi: You won’t lose me, Guluva.

Me: I swear if you ever try leaving me,

ndizozibulala ngoba I won’t cope lo
heartbreak.

Yondi: Ezile…

She tried breaking the hug but I held on to

her and sobbed, she sighed and kissed the
top of my head while my head laid between
her breast and she caressed the back of my
head.

Yondi: I’m not going anywhere, I love you

alone mna. Uyi ndoda yam, uzoba yeyam
ndedwa till the end of the world.

Me: Nyani?

Yondi: Ewe nyani.

Me: I will never hurt you, never ever cheat

on you and asoze ndidikwe nguwe. Yandiva
baby?

Yondi: Ewe ndiyakuva, Guluva wam.

Me: So ke ngaze ubu phinde ucinge
undidikile, ngoba Ezile wakho wedwa
uyakuthanda nyani.

She giggled and I looked at her, she wiped

my tears and kissed my eyes, nose and
lips. I deepened the kiss then we pulled out
seconds later.

Yondi: Awusa tefi, yhini ndoda yam

ndedwa.

Me: You bring out this side of me tshini.

She pecked my lips and we stood up going

to eat breakfast, she told me she will go out
for a few drinks with her friends tonight.
Me: Unganxili kakhulu baby, you have work
tomorrow.

Yondi: I won’t baby, imagine working ndine

bhabhalaza? Yhuuu hayi ndingafa.

We spoke while eating our breakfast, I will

give her the promise ring before she leaves
today. Uzoqumba ngoba I won’t give it to
her in a romantic way, but I planned
something for us on Wednesday since
izobe iyi public holiday.
·
·
Later that day, my friends were going to
come over for a chillas. Yondi was
preparing to go out with her friends, she
looked good in those jeans and design
shirt. Yonke into yalomntana is perfect njee,
hayi ndikhetile mna…

Me: Hayi ndizotyelwa mna, ndizo bulala

unyana womntu.

She giggled wearing her watch, then looked

at me through the mirror as I laid on the bed
admiring her.

Yondi: Hayibo suyi bhaxa, worse ndinxibe

simple.

Me: Baby wam, uyazazi you look sexy even

xa u’crusty? Veske ube worse xa
uzilungisile.

Yondi: Thank you baby, usayifuna la glass

of whiskey?
Me: Please, my love.

She nod and walked out the room leaving

her perfect scent behind, I smiled laying on
my back imagining us already married living
as a happy couple. Ndizokwenza sure futhi
our marriage is the best, we both not afraid
to try new things so yi pholas moc.

She came back with the glass of whiskey, I

smiled and sat up on the bed as she gave it
to me. I spanked her ass she walked to her
side of the closet…

Me: Yhee, baby wam ndedwa?

Yondi: Ewe, Guluva wam…

Me: Ndicela uze ubuyele apha after
umnxilo?

Yondi: Ufuna undenza ntoni, Ezile?

She stopped what she was doing and

looked at me smiling, I laughed taking a sip
from my whiskey.

Me: Haibo? Nothing njee ndifuna cuddles…

Yondi: Kanti won’t your friends be sleeping

over?

Me: Yhr but ndifuna cuddles zakho, bazo

understand.a.
Yondi: I already promised Mpumi that
ndizobuya today, andithi Sive will be
sleeping here?

Me: Why is Mpumi living with you khona?

She quickly broke eye contact and went

back to looking for whatever, in her side of
the closet.

Yondi: Because we have been bonding

since amadoda ethu, left us for a week.

Me: But we back ngoku njena?

Yondi: Thina ke we are not done bonding.

Can we just stop talking about this?
I chuckled looking at her body language,
she was quick to avoid eye contact and I
can tell khona something she is hiding. But
inoba it’s girls stuff, so I won’t bother asking
her. I took the ring box out of my pocket,
while she closed the closet.

Me: Sthandwa sam?

Yondi: Mmm??

Me: Kawu jonge if iyak’lingana le kaka

yento…

I threw the ring box to her and she catched

it then opened it, her mouth hung open in
shock as she saw the ring.

Yondi: Yintoni le? A gift…

Me: That is a promise ring, nxiba Yondi
marn.

Yondi: Rhaaa iya decline.a bhuti, it don’t fit!

She closed the ring box, worse she didn’t

even fit the ring on her finger. I laughed as
she threw it back at me, I was waiting for
her to react like this.

Me: Kudala ndabona you don’t love me.

Yondi: Rhaa I don’t nangoku utsho nge

ndlebe apha! Yhuu Ezile, awukho romantic
sies.
She took her handbag and walked out the
room leaving me laughing, she came right
back in and walked to me then grabbed the
ring box from my hand.

Yondi: I’m taking this thank you, yeyam

after all. Nxaaa lento ingekho romantic!

Me: Ndiku thanda, baby wam!

Yondi: Haisuka!

Me: Haibo awuzondi phuza?!

She stood by the door and blew me a kiss, I

catched the air kiss she blew and laughed
as she walked out. Mxxxa guys, kumnandi
kweyam I’relationship we are happy with
u’baby wam. I walked to theTHE
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INSERT 129.
YONDI MNDINI.
Monday morning I woke up in my bed with
a hangover, Ezile warned me not to drink
too much but with my friends siveske
sibuhlabe into ephambeneyo utywala. I held
my throbbing headache and looked at the
time, it was 06:00am so I stood up and
opened the blinds and windows before
making the bed.

15 minutes later, I was done making the

bed and I slowly walked out the room to get
myself a bottle of water so I can drink some
painkillers.
Me: Morning, chomi yam.

Mpumi: Yhuuu chomi, what’s good about

this morning?

Me: Nawe unyiswa yi bhabhalaza?

I asked chuckling as she put her laptop bag

and car keys on the counter, she asked me
to pass her a bottle of water too.

Mpumi: Ndaze ndayisola for drinking that

much on a Sunday night!

Me: Ndizosela painkillers mna, I have a

long day today.
Mpumi: Mntase ngaske ndilale ngoku, so I
won’t drink painkillers ngoba zizondi yoba
worse.

I giggled and threw the 2 paracetamols in

my mouth and downed them with water,
Mpumi left after 20 minutes and I also went
to my room to prepare for work.

[HOURS LATER.]
Teddy and l were preparing to go to lunch, I
was wearing my promise ring and it fitted
me perfectly I have to take a picture and
send it to Ezile. While I cleared my table,
Teddy half screamed and I looked at him as
he came to my table.

Teddy: No fucken way! Bitch…

He held my left hand and jumped up and
down excitedly looking at the promise ring.

Teddy: Ohh my goodness, Bragadier

proposed?

Me: No silly, yi promise ring lena.

Teddy: Yondi this is real diamonds, promise

ring njani?

Me: Ndi serious babes, haibo I wouldn’t lie

to you.

Teddy: Rhaa ine mali la njaa uBragadier,

look at this.
He was admiring the ring, it was really
beautiful ndoyika I might get robbed
because of it.

Teddy: I’m sure he went all out while giving

it to you.

Me: Hhee ohh please, yabona la ndoda

unpredictable!

I laughed thinking about how I was given le

promise ring, we walked out the company
building while I told him how Ezile proposed
the promise ring to me, Teddy was laughing
sarna and I kept blushing thinking about
indoda yam and his unpredictable self.
·
·
We were having lunch at a resturant. We
both ordered the same thing which was
Flame Grilled chicken wrap with fried chips.

Teddy: Ke sarna…Akhona yandifuna.

Me: Really? Wena awumfuni kanti…

Teddy: Ndoyika Yondi, after what Dumisani

did what he did to me. I fear men shame…

Me: Baby doll, I don’t think Akhona would

hurt you mntase.

He sighed and took a sip from his orange

juice, I giggled looking at him.
Me: Jonga, sit down with Akhona and tell
him your fears.

Teddy: Andifuni andibone as someone

vulnerable.

Me: Hayike, prepare to be in a relationship

with him uthanda unga thandi.

I drank my juice giggling, he clicked his

tongue and playfully threw a fry at me. I
laughed catching it and throwing in my
mouth. After lunch we went back to work,
then focused on our tasks that we were
given.

[AFTER WORK.]
I passed by the mall to get sis Babsie’s
favourite snacks and wine, I found myself
missing her so I decided on visiting her.
She has been the best stepmother ever, the
mother I’ve always needed and I’m loving
our bond. She is now Mrs. Babalwa Mndini,
kaloku my father and her got finally got
married and that day I was more than
happy.

I got to their house and barged in…

Me: Hello parents!

Babalwa: Yondi!

She screamed coming from the kitchen and

we shared a very long hug, my father
chuckled looking at us.

Babalwa: Ohh baby, I missed you.

Me: Nam ndiziswe apha kuba ndizi
khumbulela wena.

She pulled out the hug and pecked my lips,

taking the Woolworths plastic food of
goodies.

Babalwa: Enkosi for these, I know they are

mine ngoba they my favourite.

Tata: Mna? We are supposed to share,

Muntuza.

Babalwa: Hayi Simphiwe, worse wena udla

ngondi vimba ke.

Tata: Kodwa andiku vimbi ipipi.

I laughed at these two argue back and
fourth, they finally stopped after sis Babsie
gave him a biltong a kiss. My father finally
gave me one of his daddy hugs.

Me: Taka Yondi.

Tata: Yondi ka tatakhe, unjani?

Me: I’m good wena?

Tata: Ndi moja. Ufike ndiphuma ke wethu,

ndisaya emajiteni.

Me: Nam andizanga kuwe, ndize ku mama

wam.
Babalwa giggled as my father rolled his
eyes, he gave us both forehead pecks
before leaving.

Babalwa: So baby tell me, how have you

been?

Me: Happy mommy. Did I tell you business

is also growning? 6 of my employees
already got some opportunity to showcase
their design at a fashion show in Dubai.

Babalwa: I’m so proud of you. You every

parents wish and I’m glad to call you, my
daughter.

Me: Your only daughter, for now…so wena

and u’daddy, when are you guys giving me
a sibling or siblings?
We giggled as we sat on the stools by the
kitchen counter, she blushed and bit on her
biltong.

Babalwa: Only God has control over that.

Me: Are you guys happy? Is my father

treating you right?

Babalwa: Your father is my peace and

happiness, he treats me like an egg and ndi
happy. I sometimes feel like a teenager
around him.

Me: Im happy you botha are happy.

Babalwa: So wena..the ring?

I looked at my finger and she held my hand
admiring it, while we both smiled.

Me: This is a promise ring mama, not what

you think.

Babalwa: You still have fear for marriage?

I sighed and looked at her nodding, she

held my hands and smiled at me.

Babalwa: Kaloku bhabha, Ezile won’t be

like Onwaba. Futhi it’s very evident that you
two are meant for each other, and Ezile
loves you ngoba he looks at you like you
the only person that matters in his life.
Me: He asked me about marriage 2 months
ago, I spoke to him and told him my fears.
What if once we get married he will change
on me?

Babalwa: When you guys are alone? Is

there ever a dull moment…

Me: Nope, we are our happy selves.

Babalwa: Yoba nantsoke, he won’t change

on you.

I nod my head sighing and we sat there

talking about other things as well, I love this
woman and I’m grateful for the role she is
playing in my father and I’s life. Well guys
my father do have a extended family, we
are close to them but umntu is busy ngo life
wakhe so we seldom have time for each
other. But we talk on WhatsApp, yayazi
moc into ye “family groups”.

A knock echoed on the door, I went to open

and I was met by a light skin guy standing
there.

Me: Uhmm hello?

Guy: Hi, ndingu Abulele Mkoti. I don’t know

if I’m in the right address, but I’m looking for
Babalwa Dilo.

Me: You mean Babalwa Mndini.

We shared a brief laugh and I let him in, he

respectfully took of his cap when he
stepped in the house then looked at me
nervously.

Me: You good?

Abulele: Yhr…yhr just nervous.

Me: I hope awuyo serial killer ngoba uzonya

ngu tata wam.

He chuckled and shook his head smiling,

he has dimples and he was this tall chubby
dude…umhle shame ingathi yi ntombi, but
you tell by his dress code and scent he is a
dude.

Abulele: No, andinaso isbhindi to kill.

Me: Okay, come this side.

We were about to walk to where I left sis

Babsie, but she came to view and her eyes
widened and she dropped her glass of wine
when her eyes landed on Abulele.

Babalwa: Abulele? You…

She fainted and Abulela and I ran to her

side, he sniffed wiping his tears looking at
sis Babsie unconscious on the floor. I took
my phone out of my blazer pocket, then
called my father to get here ngoba andazi
kwenzeka ntoni nam.

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BABALWA DILO.
I thought I was seeing things, but my son
really is alive. But how? I know we weren’t
allowed to see his body, because it was
they claimed the accident he was in really
damaged him. Yondi was next to Abulele,
looking confused while my husband sat
next to holding my hand.

Me: Abulele how are you alive?

Abulele: I never died mama, my death was

planned.

Me: What?
I sobbed and Simphiwe pulled me to his
arms, I really don’t understand. Abulele
wiped his tears and Yondi held the top of
his hand looking sad.

Abulele: uTata wanted to get me killed,

because I his deepest and darkest secret.
Remember the day I got home all bruised?

Me: I remember you told me you were

mugged.

Abulele: I lied ke. My own father organised

people to gang beat me, he thought I was
going to tell on him but I promised not to.
So he said I should leave the country and
never come back, he planned my death and
the day of my funeral was the day a private
Jet flied me to California.
I cried feeling my intestines twist, Yondi
was also shedding some tears.

Abulele: Lucky for me I managed to get a

good paying job that side, I also gained
some shares in a few companies. I came
back to South Africa 4 years back, but I was
still in hiding because I feared uTata will
find me and kill me. I tried contacting you
mama, but you were unreachable until I had
the guts to face the man I call father. I just
wanted you mna, but he told me you died
after my funeral so I believed him.

Me: What have I ever done to that man?

Simphiwe: Baby calm down…it’s okay.

I sat up and wiped my falling tears looking
at my son, he has changed so much. He is
tall and chubby and grown, umdala and
mhle.

Abulele: I asked them to take me to your

grave. One of my father’s sister told me
your family, wants nothing to do with you.
Kwathiwa they burned your dead body and
scattered the ashes at some river, I lost
hope and concentrated on myself. I opened
a business for myself this side with the
shares I own from certain things went easy
for me, until one of your brothers saw me
on some business function few months
back. He was shocked to see me alive, yet
happy at the same time not believing it was
me.
He chuckled biting his upper lip, he always
did that growing up.

Abulele: He told me about you and your

new family, I didn’t want to ruin things for
you but your family kept encouraging me to
come to you ngoba your husband and
stepdaughter are wonderful people…now
here I am mama. I’m sorry you had to go
through hard time because of me, your
siblings told me yonke into uTata did to you
after my “funeral”.

Simphiwe: We’ll give you two some

space…Yondi?

Yondi: Yeah, sho…uhm it was nice

meeting, bhuti Abulele.
Abulele: Hope we will spend sometime
ngenye imini and get to know each other,
we are family after all.

Yondi: I would love that.

Abulele nod and Yondi stood up, then went

out the house with Simphiwe giving us
space. I quickly ran to sit next to my son
and embraced him, we both sobbed in each
others arms. I’m happy he is alive, now I
have two children Yondi and Abulele…just
praying that they will get along like blood
siblings.

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×××

LIYEMA LOKO.
I just got home and my plan was to visit
Nkosikhona, so that I can talk to him. I was
nervous so I kept drinking wine, went as far
as finishing the whole bottle. A knock came
through my door, I was still in my work
scrubs so I went to open.

Me: Hey, baby daddy.

Lukholo: Sthandwa sam, unjani?

He shared a kiss and I giggled feeling him

sneak his hand in my pants, I pulled out
and moved away giggling.

Lukholo: Haa mama ka Iphe, unxilile?

Me: No qha ndi tipsy.

Lukholo: What eating you? Wabuya kwi shit
yakho sowunxila…

Me: I had a long day, yhuu ezinye patients

are so demanding.

Lukholo: Perks of being a doctor, huh?

Me: Yeap.

Lukholo: So I was wondering…

Me: What were you wondering?

He held my hands and looked at me

smiling.
Lukholo: You, me and our daughter go
away for a weekend.

Me: I would love that, but soyaphi?

Lukholo: Andazi nam, but definitely not out

of the country because you have work.

Me: You want me to look up a place?

Lukholo: Please baby, somewhere very

peaceful njee.

He pecked my lips and I giggled, we

already on the phase of family getaways?
Mnk.

Me: I will make research.

Lukholo: Cool. Ndi sure Iphe will be happy
to see mommy and daddy finally together.

Me: She is still a baby, she won’t barely

understand.

Lukholo: She will understand tshini, lamntu

udla ngondi hlebela indaba.

Me: Suxoka Lukholo!

We laughed and spend and hour together,

then he left. I smiled happily and went to my
room to prepare le visit ndizoyinika uNkosi,
I haven’t seen him in a very long while and
ndi sure naye he has moved on.
·
·
I parked my car in Nkosi’s driveway, then
opened the bottle of wine in my car before
gulping it. I’m a bit drunk because I’ve been
drinking wine, kuba ndi nervous andazi why
ndi nervous. I did breathing exercises and
step out the car, I made sure to wear my
pants this time so that anga cingi I’m here
to seduce him.

I knocked on the door and he opened

minutes later, wearing a robe.

Nkosi: Liyema? Now this is unexpected…

Me: Hey ndinga ngena?

Nkosi: Sho ngena, joe.

I walked in and looked at him close the
door, he smelled fresh inoba he just took a
shower.

Me: I won’t be long…ndifuna uthi my baby

daddy and I fixed things.

Nkosi: Ohh okay, so ndithini ke mna?

Me: Just needed to clarify things, so that

you won’t think I still want to be in a
relationship with you.

Nkosi: Liyema…

He sighed and walked away, I followed him

and he poured himself a whiskey and
gulped it in one go.
Me: I didn’t mean to upset you.

Nkosi: I’m not upset, I just find it weird you

waisted petrol and came here just to tell me
that.

Me: What??

Nkosi: You could’ve called or texted, not

ude uze apha ngobusuku baby girl.

Me: I’m sorry. Ndizo hamba ke, I’ve said my

piece already.

Nkosi: Sharp vaya.

I sighed and walked to the door, I tried
opening but it was locked and the key
wasn’t there. I turned around and walked
back to the lounge, Nkosi was seated on
his couch all chilled and the TV was on.

Nkosi: Look who’s back.

Me: Nkosi where are your keys?

Nkosi: Andazi nam, I left them pha

emnyango njena.

Me: Andidlali bonanje, ndifuna uhamba.

Nkosi: Hamba kaloku.

He smirked and licked his lips, I closed my
eyes for a second and opened them when
they felt him breathing on my face.

Me: What are..you doing?

Nkosi: We both adults. We both have this

intensifying lust for each other, ndiyayazi
you want some of this.

He took my and and made me touch his

dick, under his robe. I swallowed feeling its
thickness and veins, then quickly removed
my head moving away from him but he
quickly held my wrist.

Me: Please open, ndifuna uhamba.

Nkosi: If you really wanted to go, you
would’ve noticed the keys are on top of the
table.

I looked at the keys on the table and they

were really there.

Me: I didn’t notice, now I do let me get

them.

Nkosi: Uzo dlala undize nam, kude kube

nini?

Me: Andiyazi uthetha ngantoni.

Nkosi: Uyayazi joe, uyayazi.

He unbuttoned my pants staring in my eyes
and my heart raced as he unzipped it. I held
his hand, feeling wet.

Me: I can’t do this, I’m no cheater.

Nkosi: Did I say you are are?

I moved back but he pulled me by my

pants, what is this guy doing to me?

Me: What are you doing to me?

Nkosi: It’s not me but the lust we have for

each other.

He kissed my lips hard and I found myself

responding, he laid me on his couch and
pulled my pants a bit down with my thong. I
was so lost in the kiss, I couldn’t even stop
him. I moaned between the kiss as he
finger fucked me, making me move my
waist along his rhythm.

Me: Aaa..

He bit my lower lip and fully took off my

pants and thong, going down on me. I
pushed his head deeper as he muffed me, I
moaned his name seeing stars.

Me: Nkosiii…aaaaa!

My one leg was on his shoulder, so I saw

how my toes curl at the pleasure. I felt my
body shaking uncontrollably because of
pleasjre, that has never happened to me
and I moaned loud screaming as I orgasm
thrice in a row.

I watch him remove his robe, then

swallowed seeing his C-curved dick. He
stroked himself then towered over me, I
screamed so loud as he shoved his dick
hard inside me groaning.
·
·
1 hour later, I was riding him on his bed. He
stopped me by holding my waist, then
pulled me a bit down and he kept thrusting
in me fast.

Me: Mmmmm…yes, yes, fuck!

He groaned and flipped me under him,

chocking me while and fucking me hard.
We both cum, I moaned softly as he gave
me deep thrust emptying his sperm inside
me. He laid next to me as we tried catching
our breaths, I stood up and wore my
clothes.

Nkosi: Uyaphi?

Me: I’m going home, this was a once of

thing Nkosikhona.

Nkosi: Okay ke, sharp.

I wore my clothes and he stood up walking

to his ensuite, I sat on the bed and sighed
looking up. I just cheated on Lukholo? God
I’m such a bitch, I know Nkosikhona won’t
tell anyone we fucked ngoba he is very
matured so at least Lukholo won’t know. My
vagina was doing those farting sounds, I
was honestly embarrassed I’m glad
Nkosikhona is still in the ensuite. He made
me feel things I’ve never experienced
during sex kweza rounds we had, but I
won’t fuck with him ever again.

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2 WEEKS LATER…

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up Tuesday morning feeling these
unbearable pains on my lower abdomen, I
slowly walked to the esuite slowly thinking
ndikwi period but there was no blood when I
checked. I wanted to call Mpumi, but
decided not to ngoba she is probably still
sleeping. Yes she is still living with me and I
don’t mind, the only time she is not around
the house for more than 2 days is when she
sleepover kwa Sive.

Me: God what is happening to me?

I sat on the closed toilet seat and did

breathing exercises, after a while the pain
subsided and I stood up to prepare for my
day. 55 minutes later, I was done and ready
to go…

Mpumi: Yondz, my Yondi!

Me: Hey mntase, how did you sleep?

Mpumi: Good and you?

Me: Perfect. You look good..

Mpumi: Nawe mntase.

I grabbed a Banana and kissed her cheek,

before leaving for work.
·
·
While at work I was sitting at my working
station experiencing the same abdomen
pains I felt this morning, I couldn’t even
focus because of them I felt like dying.
Teddy: Hayi wena yintoni wancwina?

Me: I don’t know Teddy, I have these heavy

pains apha ezantsi kwesisu.

I did breathing exercises and Teddy came

to stand next to me, rubbing my lower back
while I rested my forehead on the table
doing breathing exercises.

Teddy: Ayizo periods?

Me: No, I thought so this morning but when

I checked there was no blood.

Teddy: I’m going to talk to Mpendulo-

Me: No…don’t ndizoba grand.

I opened my bottle of water and drank from
it, the pains were still there but not as bad
as before. I held in my tears and continued
typing on my laptop like nothing happened.

Later that same day, I went to Unity House

since I have a meeting with my employees.

Me: Hey Nozi.

Nozibele: Yondi, hello. You look good as

always.

Me: Enkosi, let me go to le meeting.

She nod and I walked to the elevator, I got

in once it opened and it took me to the floor
where the boardroom. I looked at my
employees as they sat down and smiled at
me.

Me: Nicuma ntoni?

They laughed and I joined them.

Me: Molweni ladies and gentlemen, so I’m

sure you all wondering what is this meeting
about. Well I had a meeting Sharon Mineez
not long ago.

Thando: Wait..Thee Sharon Mineez?

Me: Yes the one and only. She gave me an

offer, but I couldn’t take full decisions
without knowing how you feel about this.
Queen P: Talk already please, Miss M.

He squealed clapping his hands smiling,

everyone chuckled.

Me: She wants 6 designers of Unity House

to showcase their work at her, Fashion
Show in Dubai.

They all cheered happily, I removed my

blazer feeling hot suddenly and some pains
on my lower back.

Queen P: Darling are you okay?

Me: Ndizoba right I’m just feeling a hot.

I continued with the meeting, ignoring the
pain I was experiencing. I asked them if
they had any complaints or anything they in
need off, and so forth but they told me they
are sorted and happy.

45 minutes later, I concluded the meeting

and left the company. I drove home and
arrived at the same time with Mpumi, I
chuckled getting out my car as she parked
hers next to mine in the garage.

Me: Hhee tshini, safika same time.

Mpumi: Mamela mntase, ndijike ndikwa

Sive. I forgot uba akekho!

Me: Andidikwe zezi mission zabo zinga

pheliyo, yhuu aba.
Mpumi: Sive mentioned they will lay low
after this one, but noko they coming back
today or tomorrow.

We locked our cars and walked in the

house, while chatting up a storm.

Mpumi: How was your day at work?

Me: Not good. Oko ndisinya zintlungu

sarna.

Mpumi: What pains?

Me: I woke up this morning feeling this

heavy pain in my abdomen, an hour ago I
felt back pains. Yhuu azonwabisi tuu,
ziveske zifike unexpected.

Mpumi: Ayizo period pains?

Me: No chomi, let me just take a quick

shower inoba ndizoba right.

Mpumi: Ewe and I will order some food, and

prepare you a hot water bottle uzobeka
apho uva I”pains.

Me: You a life saver.

I walked to my room and did my thing, won’t

bother going into details but I was now in
my trackpants and big T-shirt. When I
walked to the lounge, I found Teddy seated
on the couch with Mpumi going through a
plastic he had.

Me: Baby love.

Teddy: Hey uziva njani? I got you these

painkillers and some rubbing stuff that will
help ease the pain.

Me: Teddy…enkosi mntase.

I hugged him and Mpumi offered to give me

those rubs, Teddy kept scolding and
instructing like always on how Mpumi
should rub.

Mpumi: Yhuu hayi ungafaneleka uba zeza

nurse zine nkenqe wena!
We laughed and she ain’t lying. Once they
were done rubbing my pains, I thanked
them and they washed their hands before
we all had dinner together. Teddy left
around 21:00pm while Mpumi and I sat
there still talking.

Mpumi: So I met sis Babsie today and I love

how she was so patient with me.

Me: See I told you.

I had a fleece around my lower body, with a

hot water bottle in my abdomen.

Me: So when will you tell Sive, about what

happened?
Mpumi: Andazi mntase, yhuu andazi nyani.

Me: Mntase tell him, please don’t keep such

secrets from your man.

She nod and we spent 30 more minutes

together, before going to sleep.

[IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.]

I woke up and cried because of the same
pain on my lower back and my abdomen.
Uphi uEzile xa kunje? I checked the time
and it was 02:00am in early mornings, I
tried calling Ezile and he picked up
immediately.

Me: Ezile, thank God. Niseright?

Ezile: Siright baby, we on our way back but
sofika ngomso. Uright wena?

Me: Andikho right Ezile, kubuhlungu.

I sobbed because the pain was unbearable.

Ezile: Baby, baby wam…utheni?

I cried and as the pain got worser,

especially on my lower abdomen. I have
never felt such excruciating pain in my life! I
told Ezile about the pains I’m experiencing,
and how Teddy and Mpumj tried helping me
with them but they just getting very worse.
He told me to calm down, he will come
straight here first thing when they arrive.

Me: Okay bye ke.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda ne?

Ndiyaku thanda nam.

I end the call and stood next to my bed

crying out loud and bending, feeling like I’m
about to lose my marbles. Mpumi came in
my room running carrying her gun.

Mpumi: Chomi, what the fuck?! Utheni…

Me: Nompumelelo ndiyafa tjoo, sundibuzi

kaka!

I bend crying and she came to me and tried

calming me down, how does one calm
down feeling such pain! I paced up and
down like a mad woman, sweating and
crying. Mpumi was so lost and didn’t know
what to do.

Me: Yhooo inoba ndiya thakathwa soze

uve!

Mpumi: Chomi you scaring me.

Me: Tjooo kawume Nompumelelo,

yhuuuuu!

I sat down then stood up again, Mpumi

giggled and I laughed in disbelief through
the pain ngoba I don’t know what to do with
myself.

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INSERT 132.
YONDI MNDINI.
My day today wasn't going well, I had to call
in sick at work because of these damn
pains. They kept going and coming back
100 times worse, Mpumi didn't go to work
because she wanted to take care of me. It's
around 13:30pm and we were in the
lounge, with Teddy and Busi.

Me: Yhuu guys andiyazi le kaka ndikuyo.

Busi: Why don't you go to the hospital?

Me: Hayi ndi gatvol sisbhedlele, mntase.

Teddy: Ina kawubeke hot water bottle le,
andazi why unenkani Yondi nxx!

He shoved the hot water bottle against my

abdomen, I can't dzeal shame.

Teddy: You even look tired, yhey Yondi!

Mpumi: She didn't sleep kakuhle,

sumgxolisa kaloku.

Me: Myeke Mpumi baby, andazi why ezondi

shout.a nje.

They giggled as Teddy walked away to take

a fan, he put it next to me and the air of it
cooled me down. They ate lunch and I tried
eating but the food couldn't go down,
moeeerrr!
·
·
Around 17:00pm in the afternoon, Ezile,
Nkosi and Sive were here. I was now eating
ice cream, the pain has subsided I looked
at these men wearing all black overalls.
Ezile was sitting on a chair opposite me...

Ezile: Baby, uright ngoku ?

Me: Not really. I can still feel some bit of

pains.

Sive: Inoba zishapi? Ayizo period pains...

Mpumi: Not at all, we first thought she has

those but tuu.
Nkosi: Eissh Mafungwashe, let's hope
ayonto i'serous.

Me: Baphi abanye?

Sive: Lucky had to meet his father, Mahle is

with Siyakha and Akhona went to visit
Teddy.

I nod and looked at Ezile, his focus was on

me this whole and I could see he wanted to
cry.

Me: Ndicela space ne ndoda yam. We will

go to my room, you guys make yourselves
at home ke like always.

The guys chuckled and Mpumi went to

dishup for them, she ordered some food
earlier on for tonight. I stood up and Ezile
followed me to my room, as soon ad we got
in he closed the door and attacked me with
a kiss. I smiled and pulled out wiping his
falling tears, he kept clenching his jaws.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap he

hugged me and gave me a neck kiss.

Me: Utheni?

Ezile: I missed you, futhi you scared me

ngala call.

Me: I will be okay, don't cry.

Ezile: Ngaske ndiyi thathe le pain yakho.

I kissed his forehead hugged him while
caressing the back of his head, closing my
eyes.
·
·
We were now gathered in the lounge
chatting and laughing, it's getting dark
outside and they still here. I was cuddling
with Ezile when I felt the urge to pee. I
excused myself and Ezile was on my tail, I
closed my eyes moaning feeling the damn
pain striking.

Ezile: Baby ha.ana ke yazibona?

Me: Andiyenzi ngama bomu!

Ezile: I'm taking you to the hospital.

Me: Ndifuna uchama kuqala.

He followed me as I got in the ensuite, I

cried as my left leg suddenly felt numb. I sat
on the toilet seat and Ezile held my hand as
I peed, I felt the need to push.

Me: Ezile phuma ndifuna uthuwa.

Ezile: Thuwa ngoku ndilapha.

Me: Ezile marn!

He ignored me, I tried pushing but nothing

came out. I struggled to stand up because
of the pain, I was crying as Ezile helped me
up. He wiped my vagina with some wipes
and threw it in the toilet, I was sweating
screaming and crying in pain as Ezile
carried me bridal style and rushed out. I
couldn't handle the pain anymore, ndi sure
this is my punishment from God for all the
wrongs I've done.

Nkosi: Haibo! Whuzet?

Mpumi: Chomi yintoni?

Ezile: Get the car ready, we going to the

hospital!

Sive quickly ran out and Mpumi stayed

behind to lock then followed after, we all got
in the same car.

Me: Open the windows bethuna, I'm

burning!
They did and Mpumi kept making air for
me, using her hands while Ezile told me to
hang on. Sive was driving like a maniac, he
didn't bother to stop nakwi traffick lights.

Ezile: Take my hand baby.

Me: Tjoo bethuna, sifika nini kwesi

sbhedlela!

I held on to Ezile's hand and I kept

breathing heavily, letting my tears fall.
Mpumi was also crying, andazi why.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

We were attended immediately, while
Mpumi said she will call the rest of our
friends. Nkosi decided on calling the
parents..

We got in this ward, this is a damn labour

ward moc? Haibo ndinga nyelwa!

Me: Hayi bethuna and then?! Kwenzeka

ntoni...

Nurse: You having labour pains, please try

calming down.

Ezile: Yhey futsek, how will she calm down

when she is in pain!

Me: Did you just say labour pains? I'm not

pregnant mna, guyzini!
Doctor: It's okay, we will help you.

Ezile: Baby ndilapha nawe andiyi ndawo.

I felt my ears ring, how am I pregnant when

I got my damn periods every month? 1 hour
later, the doctor kept sticking his fingers in
my vagina checking if it's time yet, but
nope. I was laying there dying because of
pains, Ezile didn't like the fact that the
doctor kept sticking his fingers in my vagina
but he let it slide.

Ezile: Yhee marn zithini ngoku! Yintoni le?

Male nurse: Sizocela usisi aze kwi labour

ball, she has to sit and bounce on it so that
azokwazi ukawuleza afike umntana.
Me: Please bantu get this baby out of me
already.

Ezile: My woman is in pain, nina nifuna

ayenze woman on top kwi ball yenu!

The nurses laughed softly, I wanted to

laugh too but the pain I'm feeling wouldn't
let me.

Male Nurse: This is for birth preparation,

izokunceda just bounce.

Ezile held my hand as I did as required, he

kept encouraging me lo swine. Undimithisile
lo njandini! After a very long ass time, they
told me to lay on the bed again and finally it
was time.
Doctor: Okay I want you to push ne, Nana?

I nod and he told me to push, Ezile held my

hand and I kept pushing and pushing until
baby cries erupted in the room.

Doctor: There we go, yhoo akamhle. Bhuti

come and cut the umbilical cord.

I weakly looked at Ezile, umntu was

standing there frozen with tears running
down his face. He finally collected himself
and they helped him cut the umbilical cord,
indoda yam couldn't stop crying. The doctor
and nurses did whatever to me as I laid
there, tired and weak looking at Ezile hold
the baby like a trophy he didn't want to
break.
Me: What's the gender of my baby?

Nurse: He is a very beautiful boy,

congratulations. You remind me of me, my
husband used to...

The nurse kept talking about her husband

and kids. All I thought about is I'm finally a
mother, I closed my eyes and let sleep
consume me.
·
·
I woke up in a different ward, Ezile was
sitting on the single couch with nothing on
his upper body while closing his eyes. I
smiled looking at how he held our son close
to his chest, smiling like a fool.

Me: Ezile...
Ezile: Baby, uvukile?

Me: Ewe so I wasn't dreaming?

He smiled so widely and carefully stood up

walking to me, he was so gentle with our
baby.

Ezile: Tuu we are parents, sine ngcosi.

Me: Can I hold him?

He helped me sit up and gave me the baby,

I traced my fingers on our son's baby hair.
He looked so precious and adorable.

Ezile: Yambona umhle?

Me: Kakhulu ingaske ndilile just by looking
at him.

Ezile kissed my forehead and we admired

our son.

Ezile: Junior yam le, ngu mini me...laaitie

eyenziwe ngo thando.

I giggled as he kept praising our newborn.

Me: So igama lakhe izoba ngu Junior?

Ezile: Hayi andazi...I want him to have

igama eli unique, something that symbolise
uthando lwethu. Ngoba he is the proof of
our magnificent love...
Me: I'm still lost ke mna, ndi lost nyani
Guluva. I mean how did I not know
ndimithi...Baphi abanye?

Ezile: Everyone is here, baby wam. Your

parents, my parents and our friends. They
are just awaiting visiting hours to start.

Me: Okay.

Ezile: He has my nose and ears, with your

flawless skintone.

Me: Usemncinci futhi to know uba ufana

nabani.
Ezile: Unazo ne nwele, ezi tikoloshe
zizalwa zine hair na?

I laughed as we went on fussing over our

son, Ezile was just on the other level of
being a proud father.

Ezile: Yhuuwi andisoyiki uyucwa li taima

lakho.

Me: "kwedini uvingcela umntana wam, kanti

uyazazi uyamithisa."

I mimicked my father's voice and we

laughed, I looked at my son shifting hoping
he could open his eyes. I can't wait to
breastfeed him, kanti am I not supposed to
do that immediately after giving birth? Ezile
took the baby, ngathi he is going to spoil lo
mntana nge zandla sarna.

Ezile: Luzelwande.

Me: Huh?

Ezile: Igama le ntwana yethu...ngu

Luzelwande.

He looked up to me smiling like a retard,

making me blush.

Ezile: Luzelwande uthando lwethu.

Me: Uyakwazi uthiya kanti?

Ezile: I mean ndim uyihlo wakhe after all.

He gave me a kiss and the door opened,
everyone tried going for the baby but Ezile
was having none of that.

Tata: Hayi kwedini?

Ezile: Asoze...y'all can't be touching ingcosi

yam, with your hands ezine germs. Hayi
kabi bethunani!

Maka Ezile: Uyasinyela rhaaa!

Ezile: Andidlali kanti, usemncinci gqithi

lomntu.

Me: Haibo Ezile, are you being serious?

Ezile: Ewe tshini, yi precious cargo le.
Mabayenze otikoloshe babo aba, Junior
doesn't even know these strangers.

Everyone laughed as Ezile sat on the chair,

holding baby Luzelwande. He was really
serious, theni enama chamba kangaka?
Everyone started to congratulate us, our
parents were so happy to finally be
grandparents for the first time.

Teddy: So what is our baby's name?

Me: Tata wakhe, uthi ngu Luzelwande.

Taka Ezile: Tshini, Luzelwande untoni?

Ezile: Uthando lwethu.

Tata: Hhhee zinyanya zakithi! Vukani,
nanko umntu is already planning to
impregnate my daughter again.

We erupted in left as he held on to my bed,

faking weakness. Sis Babsie smiled and
pecked my lips, aww granny ka
Luzelwande. Maka Ezile sneaked next to
Ezile, she peaked through the blanket.

Maka Ezile: Yhuu Babsie come and see!

Akamhle minono, yhini le mpulo yeli geza
lingu Ezile!

Ezile: Intle, hayi intle ukufa.

Akhona: Yi kwedinikazi le ntwana, inayo

pipi? Ngoba yi ntombi le!
They laughed at his question or statement, I
felt like sleeping mna shame ngoba ndi
tired from all the pain and pushing I went
through. Everyone else left, but Mpumi and
Bragadier's friends remained.

Mpumi: Chomi kawucenge indoda yakho,

we want to hold the baby nathi.

Ezile: No one is holding my son, nizomva

after 10 days or when he is 1 month old.

Andile: Hayi futsek, susinyela Bragadier.

Kawusapha le laaitie.

He gently took the baby from Ezile, who

looked at him laughing. Mpumi also ran to
Andile as they all surrounded him, while
Ezile sat next to me looking at them fuss
over our son.

Andile: Kanimeni, yimani woah...yintoni

ngoku nandweba?

Nkosi: Hallo Juju...hallo boy vuka kayoku.

He said tickling the baby's nose,

Luzelwande yawned stretching himself and
they all said "NCOOOH". I couldn't help but
giggle, phambene aba straight.

Mahle: Sudika Andile, yintoni wakse

wangathi utshayi zabazeng!

We laughed at how annoyed he was, he

really wanted to hold the baby as well. They
stood there discussing who will hold the
baby after who, Ezile held my left hand then
kissed my palm then the back of it. I quickly
frowned realizing something was missing
from my finger..

Me: Where is my bling?

Ezile: I have it baby, subana xhala baby

wam.

He showed me his left hand and the

promise ring was on his pinky finger, I
smiled and giggled as he bite my palm
chuckling.

Me: Ha.ana sudika...

The male nurse came in and looked at me,

I blinked twice.
Me: When can I breastfeed my baby?

Nurse: You don't remember?

Me: Remember what??

Ezile: They gave you the baby at the labour

ward to breastfeed him, but alaphuma ibisi.

I swallowed and chuckled sadly, so I won't

be able to nurse my child?

Me: So what does that mean?

Nurse: You won't be breastfeeding,

umntana uzoncanca formula.
I sighed and looked at Ezile, who told me to
not worry ngoba the doctor told him it
happens. The male nurse left after checking
up on me. I'm really sad that I won't be able
to breastfeed, mxm yhini na I was looking
forward to that moment. I asked Ezile
where is the umbilical cord, he said he has
it and it's safe uzondinika when we get
discharged. I smiled and looked at our
friends, they were in their zone with
Luzelwande.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 133.
TEDDY GXAKA.
I was in a jolly mood whole day, I mean my
best friend gave birth to a baby boy and I
can’t wait to spoil him. My mother smiled
looking at me as I sat down on the table, we
were having lunch together.

Me: Mama wamu.

Mama: Teddy bear, unjani?

Me: Ndi happy mfazi, my best friend gave

birth!

Mama: Yondi? Haibo why didn’t I notice her

baby bump when you guys would always
visit?

Me: No one knew she was pregnant, even

naye she didn’t know.
Mama: Is it a girl or boy?

Me: Boy mama, yhuu baby daddy wakhe

doesn’t even want us near umntana.

My mother giggled as I told her what

Bragadier did last night at the hospital,
when we wanted to welcome the baby. My
mother giggled and smiled…

Mama: He is just being protective over his

newborn, it happens.

Me: Worse it’s their first child, I will spoil this

little boy ingathi ndiya phamabana.

Mama: Ndikwazi ke wena!

Me: So what’s new for wena?

Mama: Ndine ndoda chomi, yhuuu he

makes me happy.

Me: Hayi momma, since when?

Mama: It’s still new baby, although I have

fears that I will get dribbled by him.

Me: So me and you have the same fears

when it comes to men?

I started to tell her about Akhona, and she

told me to give him a chance because he
might be serious. I want to give Akhona a
chance but lomntu was a pussy lover, so
imagine xa sijola mna and him then he gets
tired of fucking my ass. I am very much
convinced that he will miss pussy, ngoba he
used to chow it like ubulewe ngayo.
·
·
I was knocking off at work, when Mpendulo
summoned me to his office.

Me: Boss yethu.

Mpendulo: Teddy how is Yondi?

Me: Yondi gave birth last night, ndilibele

ukuxelela because I’m too excited in behalf
of her.

Mpendulo: What?!
He asked smiling but yet confused, I
chuckled and sat down then told him
eveything from how she was experiencing
labour pains even here at work but we
didn’t know it’s them.

Mpendulo: Hayi wena, I’m sure she is very

happy to be finally a mother.

Me: She is yhoo, nangoku the first thing I

will do when I step out the building is drive
straight to the mall.

Mpendulo: Send my regards to her, tell her

I will visit after work.

Me: Okay let me go shop for my Godson

ke!
I did drumrolls on his table and he laughed,
I stood up and hurried out his office. I
collected all my stuff and walked out the
building, went to my car and drove to the
mall listening to music.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

1 hour 30 minutes later, I walked in the
hospital carrying the Woolworths shopping
bag full of warm newbor clothes. I walked to
my friends ward after passing by the
receptionist, I barged in the ward and found
the newly parents giggling and all in love.
Bragadier was laying in the bed next to
Yondi looking at her with so much love and
smiling like a fool, while baby Luzelwande
was in his mother’s arms.

Me: Semnandi bethu! Molweni…

Yondi: Hey baby girl, unjani?

Me: Happy ndiyi Godmother!

Bragadier: Awuyo Godfather na?

Me: Ndithe Godmother, tshini sugeza!

They laughed as I smiled walking to them, I

put the Woolworths shopping bag on the
chair.

Bragadier: Wenzani?

Me: What does it look like?

I took out a Sanitizer out of my pocket, Ezile
chuckled while Yondi giggled. I sanitized
my hands while dancing my shoulders,
excited to finally hold the baby.

Me: Bragadier uyageza kaloku, so I made

sure to bring sanitizer when I come here.

Bragadier: Sanitize your hands perfectly

nangoku.

We all shared a brief laugh, Bragadier gave

Yondi a kiss on the lips and told her he
needs to talk to his father. He will come
back later, with some change of clothes and
new toiletries for both of them. He wore his
shoes then walked out after kissing his son
and Yondi’s forehead.
Me: Yhee you would swear he wasn’t the
one hating on babies not long ago.

Yondi: He really enjoys being a newly

father.

Me: Abanye abantu are crusty after giving

birth, but wena you are glowing look at your
skin.

She giggled rolling her eyes, no I’m serious

she looks ravishing shame.

Yondi: Please do not fool me.

Me: Serious mntase.

I took the baby from her, I looked at him
with so much love. Ohhh ndi in love, he has
Yondi’s flawless skin and he has so much
baby hair. Hayi bazala isi Million oYondi,
phof I don’t blame lo mntana to be this
adorable ngoba he has very beautiful
parents.

Me: Ingathi yi ntombi…

Yondi: Wonke umntu keeps saying that.

Me: Hello baby…hellooo vuka kaloku wena.

I kissed his chubby hand, hayini this feels

like a dream come true. He gave me a
small smile while his eyes were shut, I
giggled and looked at Yondi.
Me: Yhuu ngaske afuze wena ngo thanda
uncuma, angafuzi Bragadier ohlelinje
unqumile.

Yondi: Ohhh hayi kawuyeke indoda yam.

Me: Haisuka!

She laughed and I pass her the Woolworths

pastic with snacks, she thanked me and ate
the chocolate I got her. While I was bonding
with Luzelwande..

Me: Kawutsho maka Luze…wabuhlaba

utywala kodwa uzithwele wena?

Yondi: Yewethu! Hhee hayi God works in

wonders, kanti mna ndine something inside
so strong.
I burst out laughing, the baby whimpered
because then cried. Yondi passed me a
small bottle to feed him and I did, she told
how she feels a bit sad that she won’t be
able to breastfeed.

Me: You will get that chance kolandelayo

umntana.

Yondi: Unyile yhuu! I never want to go

through labour pains again, hayi asoze
kuyafiwa pha!

I laughed as she stuffed herself with

chocolate, we kept talking and paying
attention to the baby. He even pooped and I
offered to change his diaper, no ndingu
Aunty Ted.
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EZILE FANATHI.
I first went to the mall to get some few thing
for me, Yondi and our son. I am so happy
bethuna, kanti the feeling of being a father
is like this? I got what I needed and 30
minutes later, I drove to my parents
house…
·
·
I was now with my father in his study, he
had this proud look on his face.

Me: Ugrand, Taima?

Tata: I’m proud of you kwedini. You found
love and happiness in Yondi, she would
literally do anything for you now ukwenze a
father.

Me: I will forever be grateful to have her in

my life.

Tata: I know you wouldn’t hurt or cheat on

her, but let me tell you this. Whenever you
see something you don’t like or not happy
with…Communicate with her, abafazi loves
communication. Jonga mna, zange ndam
cheatela unyoko, and I swear Ezile if you
ever cheat on Yondi ndizoku betha unye
kwedini!

I chuckled, why would I ever think of

cheating on someone I love more than I
love myself, someone who makes me very
happy. I mean we don’t lack anything kwi
relationship yethu, we are happy and we
always communicate.

Me: Don’t worry taima, ndi enough nge

sthandwa sam.

Tata: Good. So what did you want to talk

about?

Me: Ndifuna lobola uYondi.

Tata: Awww nyana, yhey uyakhula marn!

Me: I guess it’s true when they say indoda

will change for one woman.
Tata: True that, I’ve seen you this happy
wena. You even gained some weight ever
since you and Yondi happened.

Me: I know ne…

I zoned out thinking about my woman, she

is just everything. All in one, yi package
uYondi.

Tata: Before paying dowry, funeke uhlawule

isisu then we can discuss into ye lobola.

Me: Khona ingxaki kodwa…

I scratched the back of my head looking at

him, he raised his eyebrow.
Tata: Yintoni?

Me: Yondi once told me she is not ready for

marriage…I haven’t spoke to her about
lento yoba ndifuna ukum lobola, so andazi if
I should ask her again about utshata.
Andifuni ibengathi ndim tshata kuba
endizalele, no I have been planning to
marry her but I didn’t want to pressure her.

Tata: Nyana listen, talk to Yondi and hear

what she thinks. Kodwa ke we have to pay
for damages, let me call my brothers futhi.

I nod as he took her phone and called my

uncles, I just hope Mafungwashe doesn’t
see this in a bad way. I want her to be
officially mine, at least ke we get married
traditionally for now and then white wedding
xa e’ready. Mna ndi ready, ndifuna.
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 134.
AYOLA MSIMANGO.
Well I have a daughter and she is such a
daddy’s girl, she is only a few months old
and a lookalike if Libo.

Libo: So baby, uyaphi umhle kanje?

Me: I’m meeting Amanda for some brunch.

Libo: You and her are very close lately.

Me: I know, I wouldn’t call her friend but just

someone who is there when I need a friend.
He nod and tickled our daughter, I giggled
watching him play with her. I sighed
wondering if I should tell him I’m 2 months
pregnant again, but what if he gets angry
because our daughter?

Libo: Baby uright?

Me: Yeah uhm…why?

Libo: You just standing there staring into

space.

Me: No ndiright.

He sighed and put our baby in her cot, then

walked towards me. I smiled as he pulled
me to him by my waist.
Libo: Talk to me…what’s eating you?

Me: I’m just thinking about how lucky I am

to have a loving husband and beautiful
baby girl.

Libo: I know you lying, we’ll talk when you

come back from brunch ne?

I nod and he held the sides of my face, then

gave me a kiss on the lips. Our daughter
screamed and giggled, we pulled out
looking at her then laughed.
·
·
I was now at this resturant with Amanda
Lugalo, having brunch. We grew to be very
close after the Inathi saga, but I can’t say
we are friends ngoba I will never trust
having friends again.

Amanda: So tell me…did you tell Libo about

your pregnancy?

Me: Not yet, eish andazi marn ndizoqala

ngaphi.

Amanda: Mntase you have to tell him, ndi

sure he will be happy.

Me: Don’t you think it’s too soon for us to be

having another baby?

Amanda: Nope, tshini you two are married

and you are meant to build a family.
Me: You actually right.

She smiled and threw the piece of stake in

her mouth, she is not what Inathi used to
say she is. Inathi would always say she is
uptight, bitter and all those bad things. But
in my perspective Amanda Lugalo is very
sweet and kind.

Amanda: Ohhh here comes the devil.

She said and I looked at her confused as

she sipped her juice looking at me. Who is
she referring to as devil ngoku?

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INATHI MPUNGASE.
I was walking in the resturant, when my
eyes landed on Mpendulo’s wife and Ayola
sitting together and laughing. I fixed my
makoti attire before walking to their table
smiling.

Me: Would you look at this?

They looked at me then chuckled looking at

each other, before going back to eating.

Me: Ndiyabona you two became besties,

arrg boring.

Amanda: What’s boring is you interfering

our peace with your bad spirits.

Me: EXCUSE ME?!

Ayola: Sungxola wethu, uli gwirha wena. I
wonder which man did you bewitch to marry
you.

I chuckled in disbelief then gave her a slap,

she quickly stood up and returned it but
Amanda quickly stopped her.

Amanda: She is not worth it, myeke she is

just looking for trouble.

Ayola: Nxaa, betha unye mna.

She said pointing at me then fixed her

dress before sitting down, I looked at her
she gained weight on the right places. Pity
she stopped being friends with me for this
uptight bitch, I left their table and walked
out my mood was ruined.

[AT HOME.]
I got in and found Mthunzi’s sister, she
looked at me with attitude then looked at
her brother. She never liked me and I don’t
like her either, she is too full of herself
bloody slay queen.

Me: Hi, Nomsa.

Nomsa: Hi.

Mthunzi: Nomsa just got here, would you

mind getting her something to drink?
Nomso: No ndiright, I don’t need her tp
service me. She is a witch after all.

Me: Excuse me? Yindlu yam le-

Nomso: You mean my brother’s house?

Awuna fokol wena apha except your bad
aura!

I looked at her with so much hate, Mthunzi

just sat there not even backing me up.
Some husband he is! I walked away but
stood by the passage to eavesdrop…

Nomso: Mthunzi why don’t you get rid of

this girl?

Mthunzi: How will I get rid of her when our

parents forced us to be together?
Nomso sighed and cleared her throat.

Nomso: I dreamt about umama ka Tata,

she told me that we are going to lose you to
dark magic.

Mthunzi: Nomsa, I get that uya thwasa but

who would use dark magic on me?

Nomsa: I know this might sound ridiculous,

but Inathi will be the cause of your death.
Indlu yakho is already lingered bubumdaka.

I quickly walked away, how did I not see

that Nomso uyathwasa? Why don’t she
wear beads like the rest of traditional
healers/ Sangoma’s? I can’t have her ruin
things for me!
°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°° yena
yedwa futhi and ndimile apho.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 135.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I looked at the pregnancy test for the 5th
time, then let my tears fall. How am I
pregnant? One thing for sure I know who
the father of this baby is, ngu Nkosikhona
ngoba Lukholo and I always used
protection.

Me: Liyema what have you done?

I held on to the basin and cried, Lukholo
can’t find out ngoba he is going to go crazy.
I wonder if Nkosi will want this baby? Or
maybe I can just keep quiet and hide this
pregnancy…
·
·
I looked at Lukholo as we ate then cleared
my throat, he looked up smiling. Iphemna
was on top of his lap, he always carry her
on his lap when we eat.

Lukholo: Mamakhe, uright?

Me: What would you say if ndi ngathi I’m

pregnant?
Lukholo: How because we always use
protection?

Me: Mistakes do happen, condoms burst-

Lukholo: Liyema are you pregnant?

I looked at him then nod my head yes, he

side the held the bridge of his nose.

Lukholo: How did you find out?

Me: I did a home pregnancy test this

morning, they all came back 2 weeks
pregnant.
Lukholo: Eish I want us to confirm this at
the doctor’s and then we will take it from
there.

Me: So you not angry?

Lukholo: No, I’m just feeling bad that I

impregnated you for the second time out of
wedlock.

Me: We could always marry traditionally, I

mean wayibhatala lobola.

Lukholo: I will talk to my father, our second

baby has to be born sitshatile.

I nod and ate my food feeling guilty, never

thought I would be one of those woman
who makes a man raise a baby that is not
his. Teddy and Yondi will be so
disappointed in me, my parents to ngoba
I’m disappointed in myself. But I’m doing
this because I can’t lose Lukholo, we just
fixed things and we are happy.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I was alone with my son, I smiled admiring
him while playing with amthuma akhe. I
fixed his beanie and kissed his lips.

Me: Vuka bhabha…

He yawned and sucked on his tongue, why

is he always sleeping na? Yhuu this one is
lazy, I nibbled his small lips then heard
someone chuckle. I quickly looked up only
to be met by Abulele, he was in a suit.

Me: Bhuti Abulele?

Abulele: Hello, unjani?

He closed the door and walked to me,

giving me a hug before looking at Junior.

Abulele: So you didn’t know you were

pregnant?

Me: Not at all.

He chuckled and I smiled looking at him, he

was playing with the baby’s hand.
Abulele: So ndingu malume huh? I’m glad
it’s a boy ngoba if it was a girl ndi sure she
was going to tax me like you.

Me: Haaa! When did I ever tax you?

Abulele: Andithi you always tax me, fike

unditefela.

I laughed and he chuckled, he is lying!

Ngoba nguye umntu who would ask me to
get him something to visit him and spoil me
like crazy. He is acting like the big brother
he is and sis Babsie is happy that we get
along.

Me: Kodwa bhuti Abu, hayi nguwe

onditefisayo.
Abulele: Kaloku you my baby sister, so
funeke unditefele.

We smiled looking at each other.

Abulele: I’ve always wondered how it feels

to have a sibling, especially a sister to
protect.

Me: How does it feel ke?

Abulele: It feels very good, you make it

easy for me. Nam I can finally say “sister
wam omncinci, wenza oku noku”, I have
someone to protect. Yes we not blood
related, but our parents are married so we
are family. Ndingu Bhuti wakho umlomo
ugcwale, Yondi.
I smiled looking at him, it’s true when they
say “not all stepfamilies are evil” I’m hoping
nothing will ruin our newly brother and
sister relationship. He asked to hold the
baby and I gave him Junior, just then
Bragadier walked in and smiled.

Ezile: Sho bhuda.

Abulele: Sho mfethu, ugrand?

Ezile: Sharp bhuda, wena?

Abulele: Sharp marn. Congratulations marn

I mean nizithe “baby Ta-da”.

They chuckled and kept chatting, they know

each other and Bragadier was shocked to
know that he is my stepmother’s son. I laid
there watching them talk, yayazi how gents
are then suddenly Ezile stopped talking and
looked at Luzelwande who was in Abulele’s
arms.

Me: Yintoni?

Ezile: Baby he is awake.

Me: Ngoku why are you looking at him with

teary eyes? Hayi Ezile uyamothusa umntu.

Ezile: Yondi, baby…uvule amehlo.

Me: What?!

He nod and Abulele chuckled at our sudden

excitement, Ezile came to me with our son
and I smiled letting my tears fall looking at
his beautiful eyes.

Me: Waske wamhle worse, hello baby…can

you see mama?

Ezile: Can you see, Dada? Ndim uyihlo

Junior, ndijonge.

Abulele: You two are really confusing the

baby.

We chuckled and looked at Luzelwande,

gosh he looks very adorable. I’ve always
found babies adorable but it’s a different
feeling with your own, his pupils were
looking around the room ndi sure arrg
marn. Ezile took videos and pictures of him,
saying he wants to send it to his parents
and my parents.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was now alone with my mini family, just us
three peas in a pod. Ezile was feeding our
son and Luzelwande was sucking for dear
life on his bottle.

Ezile: Yarhala lo.

Me: Myeke tshini, uright athande ukutya.

She smiled looking at me, he had that

nervous look.

Me: What is it?

Ezile: What?

Me: You giving me the look, so talk to me.

Ezile: I was talking to my dad about paying

dowry for you.

I looked at him and swallowed, we shared

this very deep eye contact in silence.

Ezile: I really love you baby, I want us to be

officially married. Ndifuna ukubika kwi
zinyanya zase khaya, bakwazi ungu mfazi
wam…I’ve been thinking about marrying
you, but since you fear marriage-

Me: Ezile calm down, breath…

He closed his eyes and exhaled then
looked at me again, I smiled looking at him.

Me: I won’t punish you for izenzo zenye

indoda, I want to get married with you so
much but my fear is marrying you then
losing you or wena udikwe ndim.

Ezile: Kudala ndikuxelela, asoze ndidikwe

nguwe. I love you Yondi and the fact that
my love for you keeps growing means
everything to me, ndifuna lwande uthando
lethu baby. Ndifuna ukubiza umfazi wam,
not cherry yam and I want to wear that
wedding band on my left finger to show
abantu uba I belong to someone. Ndifuna
ubengu Yondi Fanathi, ndi serious ngawe
Yondi and andidlali.

Me: Okay myeni wam to be, ndikuvile.

Ezile: I get that we still young, but ndifuna
wena mna mntana ka Ta Spizozo. I want
you and you alone…

I looked at him stand up and walked to me,

he gave me our son and kissed my lips
before looking at me again.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda Guluva.

Ezile: Nam ndiyaku thanda. We don’t have

to rush into white wedding if you not ready,
we can just get married traditionally and
wear imidandatho yethu.

Me: Ewe ngoba our white wedding will

really cost you.
Ezile: Yayazi andina ngxaki yokupha ne
millions for wena, as long as you are by my
side and happy.

I giggled and he kissed my lips again, we

shared a passionate kiss until we heard
someone clearing their throat. We pulled
out and looked at who it was, ibingu tatam.

Tata: Nenzani phambi ko mntana? Worse

uyazifikela lomntu emhlabeni for uba
traumatized.

We laughed as he walked to us holding a

small Nike pastic bag, it had a shoebox, he
greeted us and took Luzelwande.

Tata: Tshini molo kwedini, molo Junior.

Ezile took the small Nike plastic bag from
my father and took out the box chuckling,
there was also a grey Nike tracksuit in the
plastic. I watch Ezile open the shoebox and
he smiled taking out the small cute Nike
sneakers.

Ezile: Grootman, where did you find these?

Tata: I have a friend who owns shares kwa

Nike, so I asked him to plug me with those.

Me: Azintle…

Ezile: Makazi nxibe ngoku.

Tata: Iza ndifuna simfote!

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YONDI MNDINI
2 days later, I was now living with Ezile
since he wanted to make sure me and our
son is protected. When I got out of hospital
2 days ago, I was shocked to arrive at his
house and see everyone here...they threw
a welcoming party for the baby and the little
one got so many gifts. I guess while we
were still at the hospital they planned all
that welcoming ntoz, it wasn't something
exaggerating just something small njee.

I looked at Ezile who was kissing our son's

face.
Me: You really love him, who wouldve
thought wena uzo thanda abantwana?

Ezile: I love lona wam umntana, ingcosi

zabanye abantu andina kak nazo.

Me: Haaa Ezile?

Ezile: Hayi nyani, baby.

Me: What's your issue with abantwana?

Ezile: I just don't naturally like them, andina

bubele for bona baby.

I giggled looking at this fucker, uphambene

lo bhuti bethuna. We kept chatting and
bonding with our son, rhaaa kumnandi
ubano mntana kodwa and have these
bonding sessions with him.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
Ezile was gone to meet his friends, he left
just now. He didn't want to leave, but he
had to shame... The fact that he even took
a leave at work, just to work from home and
help me with our son is just amazing. I
walked to the lounge while holding my son
in my arms, when a knock came thru the
door.

Me: Junior who could that be? Hmm..

I said kissing his lips while I went to open

up, I smiled seeing Teddy standing there.
Teddy: Hello! Aunty Teddy is here,
molweni...

I giggled as he walked pass me, going to

the lounge carrying giftbags. I closed the
door and followed, as soon as I got in the
lounge he took Luzelwande from me and
spoke to him.

Me: Haibo? So you've abandoned me for

lomntu ufika ngoku emhlabeni?

Teddy: Ewe tshini, subano mona please.

Me: Unjani though?

Teddy: I'm good wena?

Me: Perfect, just a but tired nje.

We took our seats, I offered him something

to drink and we spent sometime together.
His attention was mostly on the baby.

Teddy: Umgqibele nini uLiyema?

Me: She came to visit me the day before I

was discharged why?

Teddy: Ubuyelene noLukholo ke sarna.

Me: Ohh?

Teddy: Uthi "ohh"?

I looked at him smirking, am I supposed to
say something further?

Me: Ndithini na?

Teddy: Hello, we talking about the same

guy who ripped her heart.

Me: Teddy...Liyema probably knows what

she is doing, umdala lamntu she makes her
own decisions.

Teddy: Ungathi andi tshongo, kuzoba kubi

kule relationship yabo.

Me: Hayi Teddy, hayi.

Teddy: Hayi I'm just saying.

I chuckled shaking my head, Teddy is just
being too much. I mean even if Liyema
decided to marry Lukholo, it's none of our
business ngoba she is old enough to make
her own decisions and learn from them.
·
·
Teddy left and I decided to do my work, my
son was quietly sitting in his baby cart
looking at me. I'm happy he is not a fussy
baby, I smiled at him wondering if he could
see me. I reached out my hand and tickled
his nose, I giggled as he scrunched it
smiling and yawning.

Me: Hello baby. Hello. Unjonge umama

wena? Yee angel face...
My phone rang and I took it from the
armrest and answered it.

Me: AK, hey..uright?

Akhona: Uhm...hey Mafungwashe, ukhona

endlini?

Me: Ewe. Ezile undishiye apha moc esithi

uza kuni.

Akhona: Can I come over? Ndifuna

siringe...

Me: Kwenzeka ntoni? Uphi uEzile...

Akhona: Jonga sthandwa sethu, we are

coming there namajita.
Me: Okay.

He end the call and I sighed wondering,

what is it? He sounded so down and that
really bothered me, no lies shame. I looked
at my sweet son dozing off, I closed my lap
top and put it on the table before picking
him up from his cart. He cried andI sushed
him.

Me: Xolo baby, mama didn't mean to

disturb you.

He kept quiet and I hushed him to sleep,

humming some nursery rhymes to him. 45
minutes later, the gents were here and as
always Andile had baby Luzelwande in his
arms. He is very addicted to him. I looked at
the guys...

Me: Before anything. Iphi indoda yam? He

said he was going to meet up with y'all
when he left apha.

Nkosi cleared his throat, Lucky had red

eyes like someone who has been crying.
Sive couldn't even look at me, Mahle kept
his head down like some grieving widow
and Akhona was looking at me like he is
debating with his mind.

Me: Akhona why are you guys out of place?

Nkosi: Mafungwashe...

Me: Yintoni? Uphi uBragadier bethuna...

Akhona: Ezile is..he is-

Me: He is what?! Thetha when did you start

to stutter?

Lucky sobbed and I looked at him

confused, my heart raced as many thoughts
filled my mind.

Me: I'm losing my patience-

Mahle: Mafungwashe, umjita usishiyile.

Me: Uyephi? Umjita waphi?

Andile: uEzile, akasekho...usishiyile.

Me: Uyephi? Is this some kind of prank...

Akhona swallowed and held my hands, I

looked at his teary eyes.

Me: Ha.ana ke, andidlali.

Akhona: Ezile is dead Mafungwashe, he is

no more.

Me: Uthini?

Akhona: We got a call from one of our

alliances, we went to the location he said
he is at and...safika pha and found Ezile's
car completely burned.
Me: But Guluva wam, wasn't in the
car...right?

They looked at each other with talking eyes,

I swallowed the lump on my throat as tears
filled my eyes.

Sive: His body was found in the backseat of

his car, umjita wethu is no more.

He erupted into cries, I felt my world stop as

I sat there trying to digest all of this. Just
then his parents came in the lounge, I
looked at Ezile's mother who was crying.

Me: Ma..please tell me this is not true?

Maka Ezile: I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry...

She came to me and pulled me to her arms,
I cried so loud and she held me tight. I felt
this heaviness in my chest as I couldn't stop
crying, maka Ezile was also sobbing while
holding on to me. This has to be some sick
joke! No andivumi, my chest tightened and I
tried catching my breath.

Mahle: Mafungwashe...Yondi?

Me: I- I can't breath...

They tried helping do breathing exercise,

but I just couldn't breath. I don't know what
happened after, but I just felt this horrible
pain in my chest and I let unconsciousness
consume me.
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change my baby to his Nike tracksuit and
sneakers, I giggled at how cute he looked.
Worse zinayo indawo enkulu, because he is
still a newborn qha banentloni aba. I smiled
looking at my handsome, lindt chocolate
man with love. I will make sure that he is
always happy and satisfied once we get
married, indoda yam ndedwa. Guluva wam,
bethuna!

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NKOSIKHONA DWEBA.
Mafungwashe finally gained her conscious
again, you could clearly see that she wasn't
okay and I feel bad. We sat in silent as
maka Bragadier held Yondi's hand, mama
ka mjita also looked drained and I don't like
none of this shit.

Yondi: Am I stuck in some nightmare?

Taka Ezile: Baby we sorry, nathi we can't

believe all this.

Yondi: Ndizothini ku Junior when he is

grown?

I sighed swallowing the lump in my throat,

I'm definitely against all this.

Akhona: We are here, Junior won't lack a

father's love sikhona.
Yondi: But mna...I lost the love of my life,
he is gone and never coming back.

Maka Ezile burst into tears, Yondi pulled

her into a hug as tears uncontrollably ran
down her cheeks. I looked at Ezile's father,
he also shared a eye contact with me and
the gents.

Lucky: Yhr no, yonke lento was

unexpected.

Yondi: I want to see his body.

Us: WHAT?!
Maka Ezile: Ewe, we have to confirm it's his
body.

The gents and I looked at each other,

before looking at taka Ezile.

Taka Ezile: You both can't see the body, I

saw the body and ngu Ezile nyani.

Maka Ezile: Nkululeko, what are not telling

me?! Why are you refusing me to see my
son!

She sobbed and Yondi frowned with tears

in her eyes, holding maka Ezile tight. This is
a sad moment for all of us, we all lost
someone we really loved and cared about
and I just want to get drunk and forget
about all this ngoba it hurts. It hurts so bad,
seeing Yondi and umama womjita like this
is very heartbreaking.

Yondi: I'm moving back to my house-

Me: Mafungwashe why?

Yondi: I have to. Andizokwazi uhlala apha,

ngoba I will be expecting Ezile to walk in
that door kodwa he is dead.

She sniffed and closed her eyes crying,

Mahle and Sive were deep in their thoughts
while Andile kept distracting himself with
the baby. Lucky is crying a river, Taka Ezile
was silently staring at the crying Yondi and
his wife as they painfully cried and
embraced each other.
Me: I can't do this!

Akhona: Nkosi...

He followed me as I hurried out the house.

Me: Mfethu what the fuck is all this?!

Akhona: We all don't know, I wish

bendiyazi!

Me: I won't sit in that house and watch

Mafungwashe and Bragadier's mother in
that state, ndifuna uhamba ndiyonxila and
forget.

Akhona: Mfethu, hima...

Me: AK, please marn...eish kawume joe.

I got in my car and started the ignition, then

drove off to the nearest pub. 30 minutes
later, I was drinking some scotch when a
lady sat next to me. I ignored her ngoba
andikho kwi mood yama nkazana afuna
utyiwa.

Lady: So you going to ignore me like

awundiboni?

Me: Ungandi qheli kaka, awundazi ndinga

kwazi so sundinyela.

Lady: I was hoping you could buy me a

drink, ubeyi gentleman.
I called the bartender, then settled my bill
and left the lady there. I was so not in the
mood and ngaske ndi cishe umntu njee
qha, I drove straight home and frowned
when I saw Liyema's car in my yard. I step
out the car and she stepped out her car and
walked to me.

Me: Yintoni? Ufuna ntoni kwam...

Liyema: Haibo andibuliswa?

Me: Andina xesha le kaka zakho. Ndibuzile

ufuna ntoni apha?

She swallowed and blinked rapidly looking

at me, I don't have time for this.

Liyema: I want us to talk.

Me: Thetha you have 5 minutes.

Liyema: I'm pregnant.

Me: Intoni?

Liyema: I'm pregnant and the baby is yours.

Me: Are you sure about that? Ngoba wena

ubutyana nam and la Lukholo wakho at the
same time.

She sighed and tried touching me, I moved

back and she stared into my eyes.

Liyema: The baby is yours, Lukholo and I

always used condoms-
Me: Okay ndiyakuva. Mamela joe, once the
baby is born we will do DNA test.

Liyema: No need for that ngoba, I will raise

this baby with Lukholo.

Me: Askies andiva?

Liyema: He is going to marry me

traditionally and we'll raise this baby
together.

Me: If it happens this child you carrying is

mine, I won't let your weakling of a man
raise my child!

Liyema: Haibo, you can't-

Me: Mamela, ndi thethile and I'm done. Get
married to whoever you want but my baby
won't be raised by another man ndiphila.
Vaya futhi kwam, nxxxa!

I left her standing there and walked to my

front door, tshini yazi she is shitting on me.
Just because I was once at a point of liking
her, then we fucked ucinga ndiyindawo
yoku nyela?

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YONDI MNDINI.
It's the following day, Thursday to be
specific and I couldn't sleep a wink. Maka
Ezile has been with me since yesterday,
helping me with the baby and trying to keep
me company. I was now packing up my
son's clothes, getting ready to go back to
my house.

Maka Ezile: Yondi, you sure you want to

leave?

Me: Mama this house will remind me of

him, I already feel like ndizo phambana.

Maka Ezile: Just because Ezile is no more,

ayithi lonto we won't be part of your life.

I stopped what I was doing and sat on the

bed sighing, I looked up holding my tears
and maka Ezile came to sit next to me and
hugged me. I cried as she embraced me.
Me: Kubuhlungu ma, it hurts more than any
pain I've felt.

Maka Ezile: I know baby, I know.

She cried together with me. How did this

happen? If it wasn't for our son, I was going
to kill myself shame and follow him.

Me: I just want to see his body, just to be

sure that it's him.

Maka Ezile: I do too, but my husband said

we won't be able to stand the sight of
seeing him like that.

Me: Who would do something like this? I

mean-
I sobbed and she held me tight, I had this
pain in my heart and it won't just fade away.

Maka Ezile: Ezile wouldn't want to see you

like this.

Me: He left me mama, he left me and our

son.

Maka Ezile: You not alone, we will always

be here for you.

Me: I know but I need Ezile, he was my

everything. Ndizo thini ku Luzelwande when
he is grown?

Maka Ezile: Let it all out baby, let it all out.

I felt like screaming to the top of my lungs,
but then it felt like those screams won't take
away the pain I'm feeling.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was settled in my house, my parents were
here with bhuti Abulele. They've been with
me for 2 hours, not everyone knows about
the death of Ezile just us people who are
close to him. His family, his friends, my
parents and andiyazi if my friends know yet
or what.

Me: Yazi I will never love again, Ezile was

my only love.

Tata: Yondi, mntanam awukho right.

Me: No ndizoba right, I promise...

I wiped my tears and bhuti Abulele brushed

my back, I looked at him and smiled. Sis
Babsie had my son in her arms, she just
bathed him ngoku she is feeding him.

Babalwa: Nana awufuni uhlala nathi?

Me: I just want to be alone, with my son and

think.

Abulele: Bhabha please don't push us

away, we want to be here for you.

Me: No is stopping you, ndifuna njee some

time alone to think.
Tata: Yondi, I hate seeing you this way.

Me: I hate feeling this way, the pain I'm

feeling will never heal.

I sat there deep in my thoughts, I need to

talk to the gents something about Ezile's
death doesn't make sense. My full journalist
mode is starting to activate, I looked at my
son in sis Babsie's arms then swallowed the
lump in my throat.

Me: I will find justice for us, I won't rest until

ndiyazi who did this to Ezile and I will deal
with them myself ngoba South Africa law is
useless.

Abulele: I will help you.

Me: Hayi. I appreciate what you already
doing bhuti wam, but I will handle this.

Tata: Eish Yondi, do not turn into something

you are not.

Me: My only job is to find the person behind

my man's death, enye nenye his friends will
deal with it.

I frowned thinking deeply, once I'm fully

healed and my son is at least a month or 2
months old. I will go on and start
investigating, for now I just want to
concentrate on baby Luzelwande ngoba he
already lost his father, I won't let him feel
the void of not having a mother kodwa
ndisaphila. I need the guys here ngomso,
just so I can put them in the known...I need
them to activate their most feared side,
which is THE SEVENTH CIRCLE.
Bragadier is dead, njani?

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TEDDY GXAKA.
After I heard about Bragadier’s death, first
person I thought about was Yondi. So I had
to visit her during lunch time, when I got to
her house she was with the rest of our
friends but Liyema was not here.

Me: Molweni, chomi zam.

Busi: Hey.
Mpumi: Hello.

Siyakha: Hey, Teddy.

Yondi was sitting there deep in thoughts,

not even blinking and that state she was in
broke my heart. I swallowed and sat next to
touching her arm, she snapped out of her
thoughts and looked at me.

Me: Hey, unjani?

Yondi: Ndiright wena?

Me: Yondi talk to us, awukho right.

Yondi: Is my talking going to bring back,
uEzile?

Mpumi: No but tell us how you feel?

She stared into nothing and let her tears

fall, I hugged her and silently cried making
me shared some few tears. Once she was
calm she pulled out the hug, Siyakha gave
her a glass of water.

Yondi: I will be fine, I am way beyond hurt…

Ndi-

Busi: We here for you, don’t bottle things

up.

Yondi: Thank you.

She wiped her falling tears and squint
looking at the floor, I knew that look and my
guess was her journalist side was lowkey
activated.

Me: I’m staying with you for a while.

Yondi: No Teddy, ndifuna uba ndedwa with

my son.

Me: I want to monitor you, you not okay.

Yondi: Just stop!

She closed her eyes and exhaled,

swallowing nothing. Ohhh chomi yam is not
okay at all.
Yondi: Stop, please…excuse me.

She quickly stood up and left us in the

lounge, Busi shrugged trying to burp baby
Luzelwande. I sighed and stood up
following Yondi, I found her seated on her
bed hugging her legs. I quickly wiped my
tears and sat next to her, her eyes were
swollen from the crying.

Yondi: I’m not trying to push you guys

away, I just need space. All this feeling pity
for me is making me feel worse.

Me: I understand, but I will stay with you

until ndibone uright. With you zoning out
like this, there is no way you will be able to
take care of Junior.
Yondi: Tjoo Teddy, tjoo ngaske ndife
mfethu.

Me: Don’t say that, please do not say that.

Yondi: Ezile was my first real love, I feel like

my heart is giving up on me.

She cried out loud and I quickly hugged

her, I couldn’t help but cry as I listened to
her painful cries.

Yondi: Undishiyile Teddy…he is never

coming back!

I held her tight and listened to her cry

painfully, never have I seen like this. She
really loved uBragadier and la mnqundu ka
Guluva also loved my friend more than
anything.
·
·
Few hours later, I packed my suitcase and
drove to Yondi’s house. When I got there I
found her baby talking her son, which made
me smile.

Me: Aunty Teddy in the house.

Yondi: Hey, aunty Teddy. And then?

Me: I told you earlier today that ndizo

move.a in.
Yondi: Are you planning to stay here for the
rest of the year?

She giggled looking at my big suitcase, I

smiled hearing her giggles. But they you
could hear the pain behind those giggles, it
wasn’t her normal jolly giggles and her eyes
were red and swollen.

Me: Ndizo hlala apha ude ube right, tshini

ndiyeke.

Yondi: Hayike babes, you know your way

around the house.

Me: Let me go put these in my room.

She nod and went back to playing with her

son, I walked to my room here and neatly
placed my belongings in it before going
back to Yondz.

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YANELISA FANATHI.
I looked at my husband as he sat there, he
was so deep in his thoughts and I am so
angry at him.

Me: Nkululeko ndine rights to see my son’s

body!

Nkululeko: Baby his body is already ash-

Me: Intoni?!
Nkululeko: Ezile was burnt and in a bad
state, I had to get people to burn the rest of
him to ash.

I stumbled looking at him crying, he tried to

touch me but I slap his hand away.

Me: Why would you do such?!

Nkululeko: We have to scatter his ashes at

the river, you-

Me: What am I going to say to Yondi? This

will hurt her more than anything, you first
denied us from seeing the body ngoku you
telling me le kaka!

He sighed and I sobbed, he pulled me to

his arms. I really love Yondi and just
becausr my son is dead, ayithi lonto I will
stop loving her.

Me: When will his ashes be scattered?

Nkululeko: Tomorrow.

Me: Does his friends know?

Nkululeko: They were with me when his

body was turned into ash.

Me: Kodwa Nkululeko, who did this to our

son?

Nkululeko: Subana worry mfazi wam, I will

get to the bottom of this.
I nod and wiped my tears, he said he wants
to go visit taka Yondi just to inform him
about the ash scattering tomorrow.
·
·
I was now at Yondi’s house, you could
literally see that the death of my son hit her
harder. I just told her about Ezile’s body
being turned into ash and that it will be
scattered tomorrow.

Yondi: I’m sad that I won’t be able to be

there.

Me: I wish you to be there, but yayazi that

Luzelwande is still a newborn and he can’t
be going around. Akakayi gqibi ne 10
days…
She sobbed and I hugged her feeling my
heart break, I feel for her. I’m also in pain
because my son is dead, but she lost the
love of her life and she won’t be able to be
at his last send off.

Yondi: When you all scatter his ashes, tell

him I love him and will never stop loving
him.

Me: I will baby, I will…

Yondi: Kubuhlungu, I’m hurt I won’t be

there.

Me: It’s okay.

Yondi: It’s not ma, it’s not…

She cried out loud and painfully I hugged
her tightly, tjoo nkosi yam. This is really
some fucked up shit, ngaske ndiyi thathe
pain yakhe if possible ngoba she has been
through a lot already at this young age.
Lomntu is only 23 to be going through such.

Me: I’m here for you, we all are.

Yondi: Ndifuna uEzile mna, I know he was

no saint but who could do such evil?

She sat up and wiped her tears, Teddy was

somewhere around the house with my
grandson.

Me: Andiyazi baby, my husband said he will

sort it out.
Yondi: Ndizo hlanya mna, all hurtful things
always happen to me when least expected.
My happiness is always short-lived, tjoo
uEzile undishiyile mama…wandishiye with
a newborn, ndizoqala ngaphi uxelela
uLuzelwande kwenzeka ntoni ku tatakhe?
I’m not ready for yonke lonto.

She looked up and sniffed, I held her hands

making her look at me.

Me: Don’t bottle things up, you have so

many of people who cares about you. Like
mna for instance, you should attend
therapy-

She shook her head no.

Yondi: No therapy or anyone, could take
away the pain I’m feeling. Intliziyo has this
unbearable pain…who will be at the send
off?

Me: Me, my husband, Bragadier’s friends

and your parents.

She nod sadly and looked at our intertwined

hands, she chuckled sadly and cried.

Me: Don’t do this to yourself.

Yondi: I can’t control it, I can’t help it

mama…Ezile undishiyile he is never
coming back!

She said that sobbing so painfully, I quickly

hugged her thinking about how Ezile was
going to go crazy seeing her this sad and
broken. I sniffed holding in my tears I
should be strong for her.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up the day of Ezile’s send off with a
very heavy and bleeding heart, Teddy was
with me all morning watching me like a
hawk.

Me: Teddy please give me a break tjoo.

Teddy: Never! What if you try killing
yourself?

Me: I’m not stupid, if I kill myself who will I

leave my son with?

I said that wearing my tracksuit, while he

sat on the edge of my bed legs crossed. My
head was pounding from the crying and
thinking I always make, I just want to know
how the send off went already.

Teddy: Okay ke, but oksalayo I won’t let

you out of my sight.

Me: I know you won’t, yhuu awuncami.

Teddy: I care about you friend, uyi twin yam

wena and I love you.
I smiled looking at him and he wiggled his
shoulders and eyebrows.

Me: I love you way more.

Teddy: So should I bath Junior or you will?

Me: No I will, wena hambo hlamba while I

prepare him.

Teddy: Okay, let me quickly go.

He left and I wore my sleepers then picked

up my son smiling, he looked at me.

Me: Hello baby, can you see mama?

I tickled his nose and he pouted his lip, I
kissed them and smiled.

Me: Look at you, so innocent and you have

no idea kwenzeka ntoni…

I sighed and switched on the heater so that

I could bath him, I have to be strong for my
son.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I got a call from maka Ezile checking up on
me, she even told me how the send off
went and that made me emotional. I’m just
sad I couldn’t attend his send off…Teddy
walked in drinking wine, he was wearing his
shorts and pink top.
Me: My lovings, you drinking wine
akumnandi uba nguwe.

Teddy: Jonga chomi, I needed this glass

because yhuu ndine ntloko.

Me: I’m sure you are tired, you’ve been

taking care of me-

Teddy: Yondz mntase, I do not mind

because you would’ve done the same for
me.

I smiled as he sat down next to me, I was

feeding Junior while we kept talking and
chatting. Just as I was about to burp Junior,
the doorbell rang and Teddy went to attend
it. Liyema came to view with him seconds
later. I smiled looking at her and she greet
taking a seat.

Liyema: I need a favour chomi.

Teddy: Yondi can’t be taking favours from

you-

Me: Teddy please…let her talk.

Liyema: I need you to talk to Nkosi for me.

Me: Why don’t you talk to him?

She told us about the pregnancy and how

she is back with Lukholo, to what she said
to Nkosi about the pregnancy.
Teddy: Hayi yintwe mdaka.

He clapped once and I looked at Liyema.

Liyema: Please Yondi, I need you.

Me: Andizokwazi, andifuni uzingena.

Liyema: Yondi I need you.

Me: Liyema don’t piss me off. Why soloko

ufuna utatazelelwa? I gave birth and
you..you didn’t even bother asking me
about that nor visit me at the hospital after I
gave birth. I lost my man, he is dead and
I’m not okay and all you care about is the
concequences of ukufeba kwakho?
She looked at me shocked, Teddy was
shocked too ngoba I have never spoke
kanje. I’m always he friend who drops
yonke into just to help someone else.

Liyema: Yondi, I-

Me: Hayi Liyema, you don’t ask me ndinjani

kodwa you see ndi wrecked. I’m not going
to involve myself kwi nyala lakho, I’m
grieving…Nkosikhona is grieving and he
last I would want is be a thorn in his way.

I stood up while looking at her.

Me: I have to be selfish this time, andizoku

nceda ngoba wena all you care about is
yourself moc.
Liyema: Yondi, uxolo I’ve been busy and-

Me: Don’t explain, ndi sure if you didn’t

need me ubungazoza apha. All I’m going to
say is lento uyenzayo, izokujikela ngoba
Nkosikhona will spill blood for his blood.
Yeka uba selfish and ucingela wena
wedwa, let me go and change my son’s
diaper.

I clicked my tongue and walked away going

to my room, tshini haibo yintoni na.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I looked at Liyema as she sat there blinking,
I shook my head and sip my wine.
Me: Yazi Liyema uyandixaka. Yondi has
always been there for you, kodwa wena
ngoku kunzima nokum check.a.

Liyema: I’m sorry I was busy.

Me: With what? Indoda who cheated on you

nge wedding day yenu…or ukufeba?

Liyema: He apologized and-

Me: I don’t care wethu. Just try sorting your

life, sufuna everything ibe ngawe.

She stood up and stormed out, she really

needs prayers sarna ngoba andazi what
demon possessed her.
·
·
A while later the gents were here, just as
Yondi came in the lounge with the baby.
Andile jumped for the baby and we
laughed, he is really obsessed with this little
one.

Yondi: Molweni, anibahle.

Mahle: Aww Mafungwashe, enkosi.

Akhona: How are you, sthandwa sethu?

Yondi: Ngaske ndinga buzwa lonto,

because it makes me want to cry.
She sniffed looking away, I sighed looking
at then caught the guys sharing worried
stares. Yondi settled on the couch next to
Nkosi, the guys looked really hurt.

Yondi: I have something to discuss with you

gentlemen.

Sive: What is it, baby?

Yondi: Ndifuna uyazi who is this person

who told you about Bragadier’s car
burning?

Lucky: I don’t think you want to talk about it.

Yondi looked at him and chuckled holding

the bridge of her nose, I sat up preparing
myself ngoba I knew damn well her
journalist side was activated.

Yondi: Don’t piss me off. I need answers,

ngoba ndizoyi investigate ngokwam le case
ka Bragadier.

Nkosi: Mafungwashe-

Yondi: Bethuna sanufuna ndi phambane!

Ndibuzile who told you about moto ye
ndoda yam burning with him inside?

Akhona: Bukhosi Fali, he is someone we

know.

Yondi: So how did he know moto ka Ezile

will be there burning at that certain time? Or
was it a coincidence for him to be there…
The gents looked at each other and spoke
with their eyes, Yondi looked at them and
chuckled.

Yondi: Yonke lento makes no sense. It’s

either ndililela amasimba Bragadier is
somewhere alive, or lo Bukhosi Fali knows
something.

Mahle: Baby, Ezile is really dead and

Bukhosi wouldn’t do us dirty.

Yondi: Good. I want to meet lo Bukhosi and

ask him a few questions.

Andile: Yondi, listen-

Yondi: Hayi, hayi ndigqibile. Tomorrow
bring him here, I won’t feel this kind of pain
ekhona umntu who might have answers.

Just then someone walked in the lounge,

we all looked at him confused. What the
hell is he doing here?

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YONDI MNDINI.
We all looked at Dumisani as he stood
there looking at Akhona shocked, Akhona
was breathing heavily with anger. My eyes
travelled to Teddy who was in his own
world.
Me&Akhona: Ufuna ntoni wena apha?!

Nkosi: Eee who is he exactly?

Teddy: Someone I used to date but he

dribbled me.

Me: Wait…how the fuck does he know my

address?

Dumisani: I tracked down Teddy’s phone-

He didn’t finish his sentence because

Akhona jumped on him, Nkosi and Sive
tried to stop Akhona but he was on top of
Dumisani throwing mean punches.
Me: Akhona, Akhona stop kukho umntana
apha!

He paused and looked at my son who was

in Andile’s arms, he stood up and looked at
me.

Akhona: Didn’t I tell you uba hlukana

noTeddy?

Dumisani: I’m sorry…I can’t ngoba I love

him.

Akhona: Uthini?!

Teddy: Futsek, rhaa eli xhelegu!

I sighed and took my son from Andile, then
walked to my room leaving them fight
phaya. Just hope they won’t be killing him
here, I’m so not okay for yonke lento. I sat
on the bed and kissed my sleeping son, just
then Teddy walked in the room.

Me: Baphi?

Teddy: Andazi Akhona dragged him out of

the house angry, while the others followed.

Me: Unjani wena? Ndi sure it’s not easy-

Teddy: I’m fine peto, just want that fucker to

stay the fuck away from me.
I sighed and gave him a side hug, my
headache was showing me flames and the
fact that I can’t even sleep at night is worse.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I was trying to calm down my crying son, he
woke up crying and that kind of pained me.

Me: It’s okay baby, mama is here.

I kissed his forehead and shushed him,

giving him his bottle. Teddy made it for
Junior before he left with Akhona…I smiled
as Junior calmed down and sucked on his
bottle with his eyes closed. I miss Ezile so
much and I can’t make peace with the fact
that he is no more. His parents and siblings
came to visit yesterday they wanted to
check up on me, we are all broken bethuna
ngoba the death of Ezile was unexpected.

Me: Baby ndine worry yakho. Do you know

that daddy is gone? We will never see him
again and it hurts.

I kissed his forehead and sighed, watching

him suck on his bottle.
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·
3 hours later, Akhona and Teddy were back
from their date and I looked at them.

Me: How was your date?

Akhona: Yhoo chomi yakho, yandihlaza

during the people.
Teddy: I didn’t.

Akhona: Lomntu lied and said it’s my

birthday pha kwa Spur, gqi eza waiter and
waitress zapha singing “Follow the leader”
and happy birthday with a cupcake ndaba
thuka banya Mafungwashe!

We shared a brief laugh, they smiled

looking at me and I frowned.

Me: What?

Teddy: It’s good to hear you laugh.

Me: Just because ndiyahleka doesn’t mean

ndi grand, asoze ndiphole ngaphakati.
Akhona: Yacava umjita wouldn’t love
seeing you this sad.

Me: Then why did he die and leave me to

be like this?

I said looking at them with teary eyes, I

swallowed the lump on my throat and
smiled sadly looking at my fingers.

Me: If I could get any wish in the world, my

wish would be to bring him back. The fact
that I still smell his scent…yazi the last
words we said to each other was “Ndiyaku
thanda”?

Akhona: Benithandana nyani ke.

Me: I know but wandishiya uEzile, andazi
what hurts more between the pain in my
heart or his death.

I stood up and excused myself to the

kitchen, I needed some water but once I got
in the kitchen I sat on the floor and leaned
my back on the fridge then held my mouth
crying. I cried for allowing him to leave that
day, maybe if I stopped him ngeye lapha
ngoku. As I was crying someone sat next to
me and hugged me, it was Akhona ngoba I
could smell his scent.

Me: I can’t take it anymore Akhona, it hurts

shame.

Akhona: It hurts for all of us, Mafungwashe.

Me: Yhoo uGuluva wandishiya njee
kanjalo…

He sniffed and held me tight as we cried in

each others arms, sitting on the floor. I
didn’t care about my stitches because they
won’t hurt life the rest of me. Minutes later,
we calmed down and wiped each other’s
tears.

Akhona: We will find lomntu wenze lento.

Me: I still want to question la Bukhosi Fali.

Akhona: You sure?

Me: Ewe ndifuna answers, ngoba there are

missing pieces behind Bragadier death.
He nod and kissed my forehead, then
helped me up and got us both some bottles
of water. I found brothers in my man’s
friends, they care about me as much as I
care about them.

[AROUND MID-DAY.]
My friends were here to see me, they were
talking about bhuti Abulele since they
bumped into him walking out as they
arrived.

Me: Hayini bethuna, you guys have

amadoda ke.

Mpumi: Kodwa mntase siyancoma njee

qha.
Siyakha: Yhuu Mpumi, jonga did you see
his eyes? Yhuuuu!

Busi: Qondba dayum!

We laughed and Teddy was the one talking

the loudest, you know how some gays are
moc. Liyema wasn’t here as always, andazi
what is wrong with her shame and it’s
serious andifuni ungatsho.

Busi: Haibo kanitsho…unqabe phi

uLiyema?

Teddy: Wheee, yabona lowo she needs

deliverance.

Siyakha: What did she do?

Teddy told them what Liyema told us izolo
from A-Z, and what I said to her.

Mpumi: Good Yondi! Tshini yazi

uyakunyela, rhaaa.

Me: She changed marn, she is becoming

worse oko.

Teddy: She knows what she is doing, akho

excuse azo yezelwa apha.

Siyakha: She could be going through some

serious things.

Busi: Bathong we all going through some

shitty things…
I zoned out as they talked and thought
about Bragadier, what was he going to be
up to now if he was still alive? Why did God
take him when he just became a father?
The pain in my heart striked and I held on
to my heart breathing heavily, I was
struggling to breath.

Mpumi: Yondi, Yondi what is it?

Me: My heart…intlizyo yam. It- hurts and I

can’t breath.

Teddy tried making air for me with his

hands, while Siyakha guided me through
breathing exercises.

Siyakha: Yondi, you can do this…come on.

Mpumi: I’m getting the car ready, we taking
you to the hospital.

I shook my head no, they know how I

resent hospitals.

Teddy: Hayi rhaa, I’m calling the gents!

Me: Amanzi…

Mpumi ran to get me water, while Teddy

spoke with someone over the phone.
Mpumi came with the water and helped me
drink, I thanked her and held on to my
paining heart.
Teddy: Bayeza oAkhona, bitch you
stressing me.

Me: I will be fine, I-

I lost words and I cried, whoever killed Ezile

really succeded on making me miserable
for life.

Mpumi: Bhabha don’t do this to yourself.

Me: I miss him, I just wish y’all could say

this is some nightmare.

Busi: Yondi…

Me: Please guys, the pain is unbearable.

The pain is too much, I can’t take it.
I held on to my heart, the pain kept getting
worse and my tears couldn’t stop falling
from my eyes. The last thing I remember is
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LIYEMA LOKO.
I was vomiting in the toilet while Lukholo
stood behind me holding my hair back,
once I was done I flushed and rinsed my
mouth.

Lukholo: Don’t you think we should visit a

doctor? You’ve been vomiting all day.

Me: It’s part of pregnancy, relax would you?

Lukholo: Okay but we could always cancel
le family meeting-

Me: No! We have to address this issue to

our parents.

He nod and gave me a kiss before walking

out the ensuite. I sighed leaning against the
basin, fuck this thing of me yoku bambisa
uLukholo ilahle won’t end well. But a girl’s
gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Lukholo: BABY THE PARENTS ARE

HERE!

Me: I’m coming!

I sighed and looked myself through the

bathroom mirror and fixed myself, just hope
the Gods would be with me through this
journey. I finally walked to where everyone
is then greeted sitting down.

Maka Luks: Lilly unjani, baby?

Me: I’m good mama, wena?

Maka Luks: Ndiright, sthandwa sam.

Mama: Uphi, uIphemna?

Me: Sleeping in her nursery room. Where

are the men?

Maka Luks: They excused themselves to

talk kwi study for a few.
I nod and offered them something to drink,
they said juice and I got that with some
biscuits. We sat there waiting for Lukholo,
his father and my father…20 minutes later
they came back all smiles and greeted me
sitting down, while Lukholo sat next to me
holding my hand.

Mama: Hayi am I missing something?

Maka Luks: Hima you two are back

together?

Me: Well ewe, hence Lukholo asked you to

come here.

Mama: Yabona ke lento kuthiwa, izinto

zabantu azingenwa?
We all chuckled as our mothers went on,
congratulating us on our second chance to
our love.

Taka Luks: There is more to it bafazi.

Maka Luks: More to what?

Lukholo: This meeting. Liyema is pregnant,

we going to be parents again.

Our mothers cheered and my father and his

father sat there smiling proudly, I wasn’t
expecting this kind of reaction at all.

Maka Luks: Meaning you two have to get

married ngoba ninaba ntwana 2 ngoku.
Lukholo: Ewe ndizova ngo Liyema when
she wants us to prepare our traditional
wedding.

Me: Maybe in a months time?

Mama: Hayini bantwana, niyakhula sarna!

Taka Luks: Tshini does this mean you will

pay dowry again?

Lukholo: Haibo we talked njena taima pha

kwi office, yayazi tataka baby imeko ithini.

Tata: Hayi tshini, sundifaka mna.

We shared a laugh as they joked around, I

smiled thoughtfully. Nkosikhona will have to
forgive me, even when this child is born I
wilk have to bribe whichever doctor to
temper with them DNA tests.

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YONDI MNDINI.
My friends and the gents have been
catering and fussing over me, it’s annoying
really ngoba I literally can’t breath.

Me: Bethuna, I’m fine…jesus.

Akhona: Fine yantoni? You just fainted

Yondi, hhee marn-
Me: Akhona before yonke lo lecture, uphi la
Bukhosi Fali?

Nkosi: He will be here in a hour or two.

Me: Good.

I sighed and took the glass of water Sive

handed me, as always Andile had the baby
in his arms. I drank the water before
thanking Sive, my friends and the gents
were gawking at me.

Me: What?

Teddy: Uthi “nyat” ntoni? Talk to us…

Me: About what?

Mahle: What is bothering you,
Mafungwashe?

Me: The death of indoda yam is bothering

me! He is gone and never coming back, the
pain.. no one can take that away so please
marn sanubuza I’obvious!

I put my hands over my face and cried, the

way I’m not running out of tears I’m starting
to think I have too much water in my body.
Lucky and Siyakha hugged me, I could see
Akhona clenching his jaws.

Akhona: I hate seeing you like this, Ezile

would be mad if he would see you unje.
Nkosi: We will find whoever killed him, we
won’t rest until we do.

Me: Okay. I can’t even sleep at night,

akhonto intle this side.

Mpumi: You look tired chomi, why don’t you

go and rest while we watch over Junior?

Me: I appreciate that, but ndifuna Bukhosi

afike ndihleli.

Busi: But you also have to rest, you need

your beauty sleep.

I just sighed and stared into nothing, ndi

sure I look depressed in their eyes. THE
FUCK? I am depressed moc, I just lost the
love of my life.
Siyakha: Only if we knew who Seventh
Circle members are, we would ask for their
help.

Busi: And ke! Not that we saying you gents

are weak, but you guys are in no state of
playing tough when y’all also lost your
friends.

Teddy: Never thought I’d see the day of

them crying.

Mpumi: Worse uLucky.

The ladies went on talking about The

Seventh Circle, if only they knew we are
amongst the members of The Seventh
Circle. I looked at the gents individually they
also had their eyes on me, you could tell
that they are annoyed and I found myslef
chuckling.

Me: Andile ndicela umntana wam?

Andile: Hayi rhaa, ngowam nam lo mntana.

Umboleke kum wena!

We all shared a laugh, I looked at Akhona

and he smiled giving me a satisfied nod.
The rest of the gents kept throwing smirks
and side smiles at me, as the ladies talked
about something else other than “The
Seventh Circle”. Cocky motherfuckers, I still
can’t believe that I’m the only person who
knows the members of The Seventh Circle.
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Finally Bukhosi Fali was here, the gents
and I had to excuse ourselves from the
ladies and go to my study.

Teddy: Should I bring you guys something

to drink pha?

Me: No ndinayo whiskey pha, Bukhosi you

drink whiskey right?

Bukhosi: Yeah, yes I do.

I nod and we walked to my study leaving

my friends chat up a storm, I got in my
study and sat on my chair. The gents
scattered around my study making
themselves comfortable, with Mahle
pouring whiskey for each of them.
Me: Bukhosi don’t be shy, hlala apha
opposite me.

Bukhosi: Ohh okay.

He sat on the chair I gestured him to sit on,

then Mahle slide the whiskey glass towards
him.

Me: Unfortunately andinazo cigars apha ke.

Bukhosi: Hayi subana stress, I don’t smoke.

Me: Mmm, I just want you to be

comfortable. Ngoba ndizoku nyisa with
questions, uzonya bhuti wam andifuni
noxoka.
The gents chuckled as I said that looking
serious. Bukhosi took a swing at his
whiskey glass.

Me: So where were you headed to the day

you found Bragadier’s car burning?

Bukhosi: I was headed to the mall, my wife

wanted me to get her some few things.

Me: Hmmm, you married?

Bukhosi: Yes, yes I am.

Me: Have any kids?

Bukhosi: Yes, 2 kids.

Me: Mnk that is wonderful.

I leaned my elbows on the table, balancing

my chin with my hand while looking at
Bukhosi.

Me: Do you mind me going all journalist on

you?

Bukhosi: Akho ngxaki.

Me: Okay ke.

I opened the draw on my table, then took

out my voice recorder along with my
notebook then placed them on the table
looking at Bukhosi.
Me: Are you sweating? Why are you
sweating? Need more whiskey…

Bukhosi: Hayi ndi grand. Just that I’ve

heard stories about you, and what a good
journalist you are.

Me: Ne? Hmm hence they call me “Yondi,

Thee Journalist”.

I opened my notebook and switched on my

recorder, then began my intro.

Me: Yondi Mndini, journalist from Media Ink.

Date today is 13 May and I am interviewing
Mr Bukhosi Fali.
I looked at Bukhosi, the gents were
gawking at me silently. They have never
seen me kule mode, so ndiya understand.a.

Me: Ready Bukhosi?

Bukhosi: Ready when you are ma’am.

Me: So you called Bragadier’s friends,

claiming that you seeing moto ka Bragadier
burning at some certain location?

Bukhosi: Yes, it was at the open field.

Me: How did you know it was his car when

it was already burning?
Bukhosi: It wasn’t entirely burnt, I could still
see the number plate.

Me: Did you hear anyone crying or

screaming for help inside the car?

Bukhosi: No, it was dead silence.

I looked at my notebook and doted that

down, swallowing the lump on my throat.

Me: Mmm..earlier on you said ubusiya

e’mall to get some few things for your wife.
Can I call your wife and confirm that?

He paused and looked at me blinking

rapidly, I chuckled and switched of the
recorder looking at him.
Me: You said you have kids and a wife?

Bukhosi: I do, but where do they enter?

Me: Ohh they enter everywhere, I find it

bizarre how you immediately noticed a
burning car that was in an open field while
driving to the mall. Where were other
drivers when all this happened?

Bukhosi: They were driving not caring.

Me: Sundi bhanxa, sbhanxa ndini!

I quicky grabbed Bragadier’s gun that was

on my table drawer, then stood up cocking
it and pointing it to Bukhosi who opened his
eyes in shock. The guys tried to stop me.

Me: Yhey! Yhey! Nina ndiyekeni! Ndiyekeni

marn!

They stopped and I looked at Bukhosi, he

was so uncomfortable.

Me: What do you know?

Bukhosi: I told you what I knew.

Me: Tell me how would you feel if your wife

died? And left you with your two kids…

Bukhosi: I would feel pain, I wouldn’t cope

at all.
Me: That is exactly how I feel, even worse!

I shot the glass in front of him and he fell

over with the chair due to shock, Mahle
quickly grabbed the gun from me and I sat
on my chair sobbing with my hands over my
face. One of the gents came to hug me, it
was Nkosi and I looked up to Bukhosi.

Me: Please tell me the truth, I can see you

hiding something.

Bukhosi: I’m not lying…

I shook my head feeling the pain in my

heart, it was so unbearable andifuni
noxoka.
Me: It’s either all of you here are fucking
with my mind. Please stop guys, just tell me
inyani it hurts…I can’t take it anymore. Is
Ezile really dead?

Andile: He is Mafungwashe.

Me: Then why wasn’t me and his mother

allowed to see his body, why?

Nkosi: Yondi-

Me: FOKOFF MARN! I don’t understand,

his death has so many missing pieces and I
swear I’m losing my freaking sanity!

Akhona: Shhhh it’s okay.

Me: Akhona wenza ntoni?

I tried standing up from the chair as he

came to me holding a needle, but Nkosi
held me down.

Akhona: You need to rest Mafungwashe,

I’m sorry.

Me: No, stop Akhona…

He also held me down as I tried fighting him

off, he injected me with whatever which
made me fuzzy. He hugged me as I felt
sleepy, tears kept rolling down my eyes.

Me: Ndifuna uEzile.

Akhona: Shhh it’s okay baby, it will all be
okay. Don’t fight the sedative…

He whispered in my ear while hugging me, I

finally gave in and closed my eyes letting
the sedative heavy sleep consume my
hopeless self.

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and it was lights out for me.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
When we heard a gunshot, I knew that
kuyanyiwa inside there. I’m honestly
worried about my friend, she has been
through so much and losing the love of her
life is the nail in the coffin.

Teddy: Yhuu hayi I’m getting impatient,

what do you think is happening there?

Me: Andiyazi but we wait.

Siyakha: I’m just worried about Yondi, she

is trying so heard to be strong.

Busi was concentrated on the baby, yeah I

know once you hold baby Luzelwande in
your arms. No one else around you will
matter, that little punk is just mesmerizing.
Teddy: I’m always watching her like a hawk,
ndiveske ndive nombilini when she is out of
my sight.

Me: You think Yondi would kill herself?

Siyakha: She wouldn’t do that, hayibo.

Teddy: Guys I’m just scared okay…yhuu

andiyazi she is worrying me.

Me: All of us, we don’t know she is going

through. She really loved uBragadier and
he loved her more than anything or anyone
too.

We sat there in silence, just then we heard

footsteps and I jumped up with Teddy as
we saw Akhona carrying Yondi.
Me: Haibo! The fuck?

Teddy: Akhona what happened?

Akhona: I sedated her, she needs to rest

lomntu.

He said walking to her room, Teddy

followed and I looked at this Bukhosi guy.
The gents walked out with him and I went to
Yondi’s room, where I found Akhona
comfortably tucking her into bed.

Me: How long will she be out?

Akhona: Until tomorrow. Yhoo ndizonya
when she wakes up, uzondi thuka ndinye
lomntu.

Teddy: Thank you for all this.

Akhona: Don’t thank me. I care for her more

than anything, I hate seeing her in so much
pain.

Me: We all do. Yhoo hayi ngaske

ndimbethe uThixo or Sathane for taking
away my friends lover.

They chuckled but I was serious, Yondi is

more than just a friend to me ngoba she
knows my everything and always has my
back. I kissed her forehead as she was
knocked out on the bed, maybe I should
dress her up in her comfortable pyjamas.

Me: Where is her comfortable nightware?

Teddy: Phuma Akhona, we want to dress

undress and dress our friend.

Akhona: Haibo, awuzondinika ne goodbye

kiss?

Teddy: Hayi marn, tsek sugeza!

I chuckled as Akhona spanked Teddy’s ass

and gave him a kiss before running out the
room, Teddy was smiling like an idiot.
Me: You should consider giving omnye
chance kodwa.

Teddy: Who?

Me: Akhona, he loves you lamntu.

Teddy: Eish kawume chomi, yhuu ndise

dizzy yila kiss.

I laughed as he walked to open Yondi’s

closet and took out some warm and
coomfortable pyjamas. We undressed
Yondi from her clothes, before dressing her
up in her warm pyjamas. I always admired
her body ke wethu, she has gorgeous body
and flawless skin.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I was at my man’s house, he has been
drinking whiskey like water and I had to
stop him now.

Me: Baby that is enough marn.

Sive: Njani sthandwa sam? I’m trying to

numb the pain.

Me: I get that, but awurhaleli uyi numb.a

through sex?

I removed my robe and stood in front of

him, he pulled me closer and kissed me. I
closed my eyes enjoying the kiss and he
picked me up making me wrap my legs
around his waist, as he walked to his room
and laid me on the bed.
He squeezed my breast making me moan
between the kiss, he pulled out the kiss and
removed his clothes slowly and I bit me
lower lip watching him.

Me: Awu sexy baby.

Sive: Always for wena kaloku.

He pulled my lower body up and slided his

tongue on my wet slit, I moaned enjoying
pulling on the cover as he ate me up good.

Me: Mmm..fuck baby!

I curled my toes as I felt pleasure building

up, he sucked on my clit and I moaned out
load and arched my back cumming. Before
I could do anything else, he shoved his
hard dick inside me making me scream
feeling a bit pain.

Me: Mmm..Sive!!

Sive: Fuck, xolo baby.

He groaned and fucked me, I moaned

enjoying the way he was fucking me
roughly touching my sensitive spot.
·
·
I woke up next morning and looked at my
sleeping man, I sighed touching my burning
vagina and chuckled before walking to the
ensuite to freshen up so I can prepare
breakfast for us. 45 minutes later, I was
done and ready to prepare my man and I
some breakfast. Just as I was about to get
in the kitchen, I heard the doorbell ring.

Me: Haibo, ekseni kanje?

I walked to open the door and saw a eldery

woman standing on the doorway, she
frowned looking at me with red eyes.

Me: Hello?

Woman: Uphi uSive?

Me: Sleeping. Ungubani wena?

Woman: Tell him Nomthunzi is here, mama

ka mfazi wakhe uThabisa.
Me: Ohh nguwe mama wela gwirhakazi?

Nomthunzi: Uthini?

Me: Undivile. Remove yourslef kule

doorstep, my man doesn’t want to see you.

She looked at me in disbelief and I kept a

serious face, she started screaming Sive’s
name.

Me: Uyangxola mnqundu! Utheni

uphambene?

Nomthunzi: Tell uSive to come here! His

wife is missing together with his mother.

Me: Okay hima apha, ndiyeza.

I chuckled and walked to the lounge, Sive
always keeps the gun under the couch so I
found it there. I smiled cocking it and
walked to the door, Nomthunzi looked at
me shocked.

Me: Yakwazi udldla uqaps?

Nomthunzi: Mntanam…hima-

Me: Yhey andingo mntana wakho, tsek,

tsek!

I shot on the ground near her feet and she

screamed jumping up, I shot again on the
ground near her leg and she jumped and
ran to her white Fortune that was parked on
the drive way. I laughed shaking my head,
andizo nyelwa ngama gqwirh tuuu.

Sive: Baby, what the fuck is happening?

I turned to looke at him walke out in his

boxers, carrying a gun and his eyes half
closed.

Me: Nothing baby, just some old hag taking

chances.

Sive: Hayi marn, nxxx worse ndidinwr

kanjani.

He slowly back in the house, I smiled

thoughtfully and followe behind him. He
walked back to the room while I prepared
breakfast, dubula inye injakazi mna don’t
care uba umncinci or umdala.

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INATHI MPUNGASE.
I was busy painting my nails when suddenly
Mthunzi walked in the room in a hurry, I
looked at him as he stood there looking
angry.

Me: Mthunzi? What is wrong baby?

Mthunzi: Ngakulinge undibize ngo baby,

andingo baby wakho!
He quickly grabbed me by my neck and
threw me on the floor, I looked at him
shocked. Haibo?

Me: Mthunzi-

He kicked my face and I screamed so loud

at the pain I felt, I was rolling on the floor.

Me: Mthunzi! Mthunzi hima!

He kept kicking me as I begged him to stop,

he finally stopped and pulled me to stand
up by my hair. He made me look at her,
pressing his finger on my cheekbones
making me wince in pain.

Mthunzi: So wena uzo thakatha endlini

yam?
Me: No, andithakathi-

He gave me a backslap and I fell on th floor

seeing stars, he held me by my neck and
stood me up.

Me: Wait…uxolo I just wanted you to love

me.

Mthunzi: You are going tell me uhlala phi lo

mama uthakatha naye, ndizonibulala nonke
notikoloshe bakhe. Yandiva?!

Me: I can’t , andizokwazi…

Mthunzi: Yhey ! Ndithi kuwe you will direct
me apho uthakathiswa khona,
andizonyelwa ngama gqwirha mna!

I nod scared at how he looked at me and

how he sounded, he retrieved a gun from
his waist and I pissed on myself as he
pointed it to me.

Mthunzi: Hamba, andina mini yonke Inathi.

Me: Mthu..baby ndiyakucela.

Mthunzi: YHEY MARN!

He pressed the gun against my head and I

cried closing my eyes, regretting ever
stepping in Mangwanya’s yard and hut. He
pushed me towards the door and I kept
begging him, but he didn’t give a fuck he
wanted me to take him kwa Mangwanya
yhoo ndafa bawo.

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NKOSIKHONA DWEBA.
I was worried about Yondi, we all are
namajita ngoba the “death” of Bragadier hit
hard on her. My plan is to visit her
afterwork, just to check if unjani ngoku
ngoba after what happened yesterday in
her study we didn’t get the chance to check
on her again. My new P.A got in, she is
such a young shy but dedicated person.

Me: Hey, what do you have for me?

Onela: Uxolo for disturbing you but there is
a lady here to see you.

Me: Did she say who is?

Onela: She said igama lakhe ngu Liyema.

Me: Tell her ndi busy, I have nothing to talk

to her about.

Onela: Okay sir, also you have a meeting in

the next 2 hours.

I looked at her and gave her a nod, she

looks so young to be working here but I
guess she has her reason. As for Liyema, I
have nothing to discuss with her ngoba
ndayazi uzo thetha shit yodwa njee.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I looked at my personal assistant as she sat
down opposite me, she looked very shy and
it kind of turned me on.

Me: Why unentloni joe?

Onela: Sir andiyo people’s person ingxaki,

abantu scare me somehow.

Me: So kengoku when you with your

friends, are you also this shy?

Onela: Andinazo ichomi, never had friends

ngoba andiyo social butterfly.
Me: So wenzani? Uyi house worm?

She giggled and that made me smile

somehow, she gave me a nod playing with
her fingers.

Onela: Yes, ndiyi house worm.

Me: No wonder uyi yellowbone kanje moc…

She sighed and looked at me, her brown

eyes sparkling and I gazed at them
searching for whatever.

Onela: Why am I here?

Me: Tell me your dreams. Like career wise,
what would you like to be?

Onela: I’ve always wanted to be a designer,

but andina mali to continue with school so I
had to work and kissed my dreams
goodbye.

Me: I could always hook you up with

someone, I have a friend who owns a
Graphic design business.

She smiled but quickly frowned, I cocked

my eyebrow looking at her.

Onela: Why are you so invested in helping

me?
Me: Ingxaki une potential, so why give up
on your dreams usemncinci kanje?

Onela: Enkosi, but this job also helps me

kakhulu ngoba I have bills to pay.

I sighed and leaned back on my seat

looking at her, she quickly looked down and
just then my friends barged in my office
making noise. They paused and looked at
me and Onela.

Me: Onela sophinda siringe, give us space

please.

Onela: Okay.

She stood up and quickly rushed out my

office, my friends quickly sat down and
looked at me curious. I chuckled and shook
my head.

Me: Pholas she is just my P.A.

Lucky: Really ngoba you were giving the

stare, bawo.

Me: Hayi marn suthetha ukunya.

Akhona: Anyways bafo, sizoyithini into ka

Mafungwashe? She is really worrying me.

Sive: We tell her the damn truth, ngoba she

will be miserable for ukunya.

Mahle: Mfethu the truth is Bragadier

ucishile, simile apho.
I sighed and played with my beard looking
at my friends, I really hate this shit I won’t
lie.

Me: I hate le shit shame, I hate it manyani.

Akhona: We all do sarni, seeing her like

breaks my heart.

Andile: Yhey izolo when she asked Bukhosi

those questions, my heart was racing the
fuck out ingathi ndim obuzwayo.

Lucky: Yhr no now I see why she is

recommended kanje, ngoba she goes deep
kwi questioning zakhe.
Mahle: She already figured it out, qha
akanayo confirmation.

We sat there silently, I cleared my throat

and told them I will go visit her sometime
today just to check up on her. They also
said they will go and check up on her when
they get done with their meetings and
paperwork.
·
·
When I knocked off at work I drove to
Yondi’s house, when I got to her house I
parked my car in her driveway and step out
of it walking to the front door. I rang the
doorbell and she opened seconds later,
wearing a bonnet cap and female fluffy
tracksuits. She still looked gorgeous but
you could tell she is drained and has been
crying.
Yondi: Nkosi, hey unjani?

Me: I should be asking you that.

She looked at me then looked away

sighing, I stepped in the house and gave
her a hug. She cried and wrapped her arms
around my waist tightly, I kissed the top of
her head.

Me: I’m sorry you going through all this.

Yondi: I just wish this was all a lie Nkosi, I

miss him so much tjoo.

Me: Ndi sure he miss you too.

Yondi: How when he is dead?

She chuckled sadly and pulled out the hug,

wiping her tears before walking away. I
followed her after closing the door and
found Junior sleeping peacefully on his
baby cart, intle ke le ntwana.

Yondi: Can I offer you anything to drink or

eat?

Me: Ndicela juice please.

Yondi: Okay, I will go get it.

I nod and watch her disappear to the

kitchen, I looked at the laptop and
paperwork on the table. Why is she working
kodwa she is on maternity leave? I sat on
the couch and pulled Junior’s cart in front of
me, I played with his tiny hand while he was
fast asleep.

Me: Vuka Bragadier omncinci…vuka boy.

Yondi came back with two glasses of juice,

she hand me one and sat down next to me.
I paid my attention to her…

Me: Why are you busy with work? Thought

you are on maternity leave…

Yondi: I am, but I need something to

distract me ngoba I’m losing it Nkosi.

Me: You need to rest, you look really tired

Mafungwashe.
Yondi: There is no resting I will do, please
don’t convince me otherwise.

I drank half my juice and looked at her, she

had her eyes clothes like someone deep in
thoughts.

Me: I hate seeing you like this.

Yondi: Get used to this new me. Can I ask?

Me: Sure, ndimamele love.

Yondi: I didn’t want to talk about this, but

ndi curious. Ummm…Liyema told me what
happened between you and her.
Me: Did she tell you she is trying to make
enye indoda raise my baby?

Yondi: She did. Andiyazi what is happening

to her shame, she is not herself.

Me: Mafungwashe, I don’t care mna. All I’m

saying once the baby is born, ndifuna udala
DNA test and if the baby is mine. I will raise
umntana wam mna, she won’t use my child
as a weapon of her luck to marriage.

She sighed and nod her head sipping her

juice, she side smiled and giggled. I smiled
giving her a smirk.

Yondi: Ezile told me about your dream.

Me: What dream?

She laughed softly making me chuckle, I
know exactly what dream she is talking
about.

Yondi: You know damn well.

Me: Let us not talk about that, tjoo hayi

Mafungwashe please.

Yondi: Hayi I was just trying to make

conversations.

She smiled but her smile wasn’t her usual

smile, you could tell she is sad njee.

Me: I have to ask you something.

Yondi: What?

Me: My P.A she is 21 years old, couldn’t

continue with her studies due to financial
problems.

Yondi: That’s bad. But why are you telling

me this?

Me: Ngoba she is into design.

Yondi: I could give you business card yam

so you could give it to her.

Me: Enkosi.

Yondi: Anytime, everyone deserves a

chance to conquer out there.
We spoke about other things, Junior woke
up and I offered to feed him and change his
diaper. I mean ndiya practice.a since I
might be a single father soon,
Mafungwashe was guiding me through the
diaper changing process. Well at least I will
have her, Busi, Mpumi, Siyakha and Teddy
to help me with my baby…they are my
family after all futhi I have to inform my
parents about Liyema’s pregnancy ngoba
they always wanted grandkids.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I got a call from Akhona saying he needs
me to come to his house, it’s very urgent. I
was so nervous about this, but Yondi
looked at me smiling like an idiot.

Me: Why uncumile?

Yondi: Ingxaki umhle chomi, I love you.

Me: Yondi what are you not telling me?

Ndiyakwazi wena…

Yondi: Haa mna? Am I not allowed to smile

at you na…

Me: I don’t believe you, but uzoba right if

ndikushiye wedwa?

Yondi: Teddy go please, plans zakho

azizoma because of me.
I sighed and kissed her forehead, then
kissed baby Luzelwande’s cheeks. Mhle
lomntana sarna and andazi if I’m seeing
things, but he resembles Ezile each time
kusisa.
·
·
At Akhona’s house, I knocked at the front
door and barged in I paused seeing the
rose partels on the floor. I followed them
and they lead me to Akhona’s balcony, my
heart raced seeing him talk on a phonecall
frowning but when he turned and saw me
he quickly smiled.

Akhona: Look Joshua, we’ll talk some other

time.
He dropped the call and walked to me
smiling, I looked at the dinner set up then
him.

Me: Akhona what is happening?

Akhona: Tonight Teddy, tonight I want us to

be official and uzondivuma kanti.

Me: What if andikufuni?

Akhona: Keep convincing yourself.

He gulped his whiskey and walked to me,

he smelled very good. He held the sides of
my face and kissed me, I respond to the
kiss but he pulled out.
Akhona: Let’s sit and dine, ndi sure you are
hungry.

He pulled my hand to the table then pulled

out a chair for me, I smiled and sat down
before he sat on his chair.

Me: Who helped you ngale set-up? Ndi

sure you didn’t do this yourself.

Akhona: Yondi helped me. We had a video

call and she told me what to do, how to set
up kakuhle.

Me: I knew she was hiding to something,

her smile when I told her you wanted to see
me.

Akhona: So ke, masitye…

He rang the little bell on the table and a
chef came to us pushing a tray, I giggled at
this romantic movie I’m in.

Me: Haibo a personal chef?

Akhona: Nqoo baby, this date had to be

perfect ngoba we making things official
tonight.

The chef served us ke and I thanked him,

he left and Akhona looked at me before
cutting a piece of steak from his plate and
fed me. I blushed at how he stared at me.

[1 HOURS LATER.]
We had our desert and it was very
delicious, I sipped my wine looking at
Akhona.

Me: Your stares are making me nervous.

Akhona: Teddy ndiyaku thanda, I know you

won’t believe the shit I say so andizobe
ndithetha into enintsi. But ndiyaku thanda,
mntana ndini.

I giggled sipping my wine, did he just call

me “mntana ndini”?

Me: I love you too, but ndoyika to get

dribbled again.
Akhona: I won’t dribble you, ndi serious
Teddy and by now you should know I’m a
man of my word.

Me: I know. Ndine fears zam about being in

a relationship with you.

He bit his lower lip, squinting his eyes while

looking at me. He stood up and pulled his
chair and sat next to me, holding my hands.

Akhona: Thetha nam, bhabha.

Me: What if udikwe ndim and go back to

chowing pussy? Andifuni uba invested kule
relationship kanti you will hurt me.

Akhona: I admit I used to be a pussy lover,

but that changed since I met you Teddy.
Andikho good ze sexuality, andazi noba ndi
gay or bisexual kodwa mna ndifuna wena
wedwa…that is what I’m 100% sure about.

Me: I will give our love a chance ke, but

only on one condition.

Akhona: Anything bhabha, as long as

ndizoba ngowakho nawe ube ngowam.

He said smiling so happily kissing my

hands, I giggled looking into his eyes.

Me: We should always communicate, if

khona into ongayithandiyo tell me and I will
do the same. Futhi we shouldn’t rush
things..
Akhona: Ndiyakuva, as long as
ndizokwenza happy. Ndiku ncanywa nyani
Teddy…

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

He kissed me and I respond to the kiss, he

pulled me to sit on his lap and I pulled out
feeling his erection. I touched his erection
and he groaned.

Me: Want me to take care of it?

Akhona: You sure? Ngoba ndizokutya

ubusuku bonke, I fear you will have to call
in sick tomorrow at work ngoba umnqundu
uzo tshisa Teddy.
I found myself bursting in laughter, hayibo
kanti amadoda anjani? I smiled and kissed
him, as long as my ass will be burning
because of him and his yummy dick.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Sleeping with a broken heart and waking up
with a broken heart is such a killer buzz,
nothing or no one will ever mend my broken
heart. I have excepted the fact that
Bragadier is no more, he is dead gone and
never coming back and it really pains my
heart.
Teddy: Haibo! Haibo! Yondi yintoni le
itshayo?!

Me: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I quickly turned off the stove and took the

pan with burnt eggs and threw it in the sink,
Teddy looked at me carrying Junior as I
sighed and held on to the sink my eyes
closed and looking down.

Teddy: Yondi uright?

Me: No ndiright, just that I got lost in my

train of thoughts.

Teddy: What are you thinking about?

Me: Many things, can we just not go there.

Teddy: Okay, but I have something to tell

you.

I looked at him and cleaned the mess I

made, so that I can make new eggs for
breakfast.

Me: What baby?

Teddy: Akhona and I made things official

last night.

Me: Awww cherry ka AK!

He blushed and I giggled as he told me how

was his dinner last night, how romantic was
Akhona. I trust Akhona nge chomi yam, I
know even when I’m gone Teddy will be at
his happiest.

Teddy: You zoning out again!

Me: Xolo marn, just thinking about

something. Tell me why you didn’t go to
work?

Teddy: I called in sick, umqundu ushushu yi

pipi ka Akhona.

Me: Haaa Teddy, umntana uzoyiva le

language.

Teddy: Haisuka! Andithi Junior, aunty

Teddy has a burning anus?
He said talking to my son, I laughed looking
at them and continued with what I was
doing. Nkosi’s personal assistant is coming
over today, I’m willing to fund her
academics and once she is done with
school she can choose if she would like to
work at Unity House or elsewhere. I love
giving people opportunities ngoba everyone
out there deserves it…

[A WHILE LATER.]
I was in my study with Onela, she is such a
shy gorgeous lady. Teddy was bonding with
my son, andazi why my friends are so
obsessed with him.

Me: Are you always this shy?

Onela: Ewe, but now ndihleli with the well
known journalist. Andazi noba ndithini.

Me: You will get used to me, be normal

marn around me.

She exhaled and looked at me smiling and

nodding, I leaned back on my seat.

Me: So Nkosi told me you into designs?

Onela: Yes I am, but due to financial issues

I couldn’t further my studies. I decided to
look for a job and now I work as a P.A.

Me: How old are you?

Onela: I’m 21 years old and-

Me: Onela, Onela…calm down. Breathe in
and out.

I held her hands over the table as she did

breathing exercises, she looked very
nervous shame.

Onela: I’m sorry ingxaki ndi super nervous.

Me: It’s okay. Do you have any family?

Onela: My parents are the only family that

matters to me, but they are always in and
out of the country.
Me: Okay. I own shares at this funding
company, I would like to fund your
academic studies if you like.

She quickly looked up and smiled showing

her beautiful teeth, I giggled as she
excitedly jumped up and down the seat.

Onela: Nyani?

Me: Yeap, ufuna ubayi designer moc?

Onela: Ewe, I’ve always dreamt to be one.

Me: I own a Graphic and designer compan.

So, I will fund your academic studies and
wena…once you graduate, it’s up to you if
uzosebenza at Unity House or you would
prefer to work at another company.
Onela: I don’t mind working anywhere, as
long as I will get paid and be able to pay my
bills.

Me: Yaass girl! Every lady out there has to

pay her own bills, umntu abe independent.

She looked at me with teary eyes, she

stood up from the seat and came to kneel
next my seat and hugged me.

Me: Ahh Onela, sukhala kaloku.

Onela: You don’t understand, not many

people get such opportunities. Thank you
so much, sisi.
Me: You welcome. Now stand up don’t
kneel before me like I’m some God.

We giggled and she stood up and gave me

a hug, before going back to her seat.

Me: So ke I will call my HR management,

tell him about you and then wena
uzofumana email yakho from yena to meet.

Onela: Is this really happening?

Me: It really is.

Onela: Enkosi kakhulu. But what school

take people ngoku?
Me: Andazi you should try doing research,
tell me once you find the best school and
we will go through your funding process.

She kept thanking me and I am so happy

she is willing to go for her dreams, she left
and I sighed holding the sides of my
throbbing headache. Ever since Ezile died,
I’m always getting these horrible headaches
ndi sure it’s from the always crying and not
sleeping plus I’m always thinking.
·
·
Teddy and I were having a very nice and
deep chat, he is going to be hurt when I tell
him I will be gone for a while. I need to be
away njee from this place, just njee to find
my peace somewhere out of the country
before I lose my sanity.
Teddy: Mna shame ndicinga utakela indoda
yam.

Me: Hhee! So why ungam takeli?

Teddy: Nope andifuni ubayi thorn on his

way, our love is still new.

Me: Welele…so you are going to deprive

yourself dick for that?

Teddy: Ewe plus-

My doorbell rang, I looked at Teddy and he

shrugged as I stood up to open the door. I
smiled looking at my stepmother carrying
too many plastic bags and gift bags.
Me: Mommy!

Babalwa: Hey baby, ndinga ngena?

Me: You didn’t even have to ask.

I made way for her and she giggled walking

to the lounge, she greeted Teddy and
placed the bags on the floor before giving
me a motherly hug.

Babalwa: Unjani baby, I’ve been worried

about you.

Me: Honestly andikho right. I wil never be

okay ever again.
She sighed and pulled out holding the sides
of my face, while looking at me.

Babalwa: You do know you don’t have to

bottle things up ndikhona, right?

Me: I know mama, thank you for giving me

the mother love I never had.

Babalwa: Ndingu mamakho, don’t thank me

for loving you.

Teddy: Haibo! You bought Junior a Gucci

outfit? From head to toe!

He was going through the bags and we

giggled and joined him, looking at all the
things sis Babsie got for her grandson. I
chuckled looking the small watch, really
now?

Me: Hhe I wonder Junior ulazelaphi ixesha?

Babalwa: Uzolazi kanti, keep it for him

funeke abe punctual lamntu.

Teddy: Yhuu this baby is spoilt, phof ngu

surprise baby so he deserves le spoiling.

Me: Kanti andifuni ayiqele into yoba spoilt,

ngoba what if he becomes a spoiltbrat xa
emdala?

They laughed and I took my son’s arm and

fit the little watch on his wrist, it was a bit
loose but intle and it suites him.
Me: Say thank you gogo, yithi thank you
gogo, Junior…

Babalwa: Ndingu Gogo with ama vibezzz.

Teddy: Yhuu Ta Spizozo, ukusulele

ngezinto zakhe.

Babalwa: Yindoda yam leya, ndifuze yona

ngento yonke. Nango thanda sex!

We laughed as she said that and we kept

talking and laughing, kuthiwa one should
laugh through the pain wethu.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

It’s around 20:00pm and my friends were
here to sleepover, Junior was wide awake
chilling with us.

Me: Why is Liyema always excluded kwezi

gatherings zethu?

Mpumi: Njani chomi? We always tell

Liyema about them, she decides to exclude
herself.

Teddy: Hayisuka, Liyema makenze lento

ifunwa nguye.

I chuckled and looked at Busi, eating ice

cream while Siyakha was playing with
Junior.
Me: I think I need to take a quick shower
marn, ndi diniwe.

Mpumi: Go sweetheart, you will find us

here.

Teddy: Yeap. Yi girls night after all, asifuni

umntu ozolala apha.

Siyakha: Tshini hayi sugeza, sohlala

ubusuku bonke?

Teddy: Nqooo wena! Awusatyi Busi…

Busi: Undiyeke mna, andizongatyi ndimithi!

We laughed and I stood up going to my

room, once I was in I sighed and stripped
naked going to the ensuite. I looked at my
left hand and swallowed looking at the
promise ring Ezile gave me.

Me: You promised me forever, kodwa you

left me kule earth alone…

I chuckled sadly and took it off and put it on

the basin, I will wear it once I’m done
showering again. I got in the shower and
turned on the water, I stood under it and let
the water fall on my body.

Me: Yhr ne.

I sniffed feeling my tears fall and I cried, this

is how I live ngoku. I’m always crying
because of heartbreak. Wish I could get a
chance and hold him one last time. Can’t
believe that day he told me “Ndiyaku
thanda, baby wam” for the last time…yhini
Bragadier ngaske kuthiwe it’s all a
nightmare njee, he is still alive. Qha phi ke?

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SIMPHIWE MNDINI.
I looked at my wife and she closed her eyes
moaning softly as I push my dick inside her.

Babalwa: Ahhh, tatekhaya….

I kissed her lips pushing futher in grunting,

she sunk her nails on my back and moaned
between the kiss. I slide my dick out again,
before pushing it back deep in one go.

Babalwa: Aaah…fuck!

Me: Shit, Muntuza…

I kep giving her slow deep thrust, each

thrust felt and amazing. I pecked her lips,
before placing her leg on my shoulder, then
fuckef her faster while in that position.
Midnight sex is always the best, especially
when you are married…

[DURING THE MORNING.]

I woke up and went all chef on my wife, she
is my queen that one. Uyayi deserve
special treatment. She smiled as I served
her breakfast, she looked tired.
Me: Aww Muntuza wami!

Babalwa: Hello love, unjani?

Me: Yamyazi ndiba happy when I see you.

Babalwa: Gimme a kiss.

I kissed her and sat on the bed, and fed her

the breakfast as we spoke about Yondi and
other things. I’m really worried about my
daughter, I’m always at her house every
afternoon just to check up on her and my
grandson.

Babalwa: So Abulele told me that you and

him are going to spend the day together.
Me: Of course, ntwana yam leya.

Babalwa: What about me?

Me: What about you, Muntuza?

Babalwa: Nizondi shiya?

Me: Ewe tshini, it’s more of a father and son

type of day.

Babalwa: Mxm! Guess I’m stuck here,

ngoba our daughter mentioned having a
girls weekend with her friends.

Me: Haibo, Yondi can’t be going around

with a infant-
Babalwa: Chill would you? They are
spending the weekend at her house
obviously.

Me: Hmm ngoba bendizo phambana.

She giggled and just then her phone rang,

she answered it and spoke to Ezile’s
mother. Guess she now has plans for the
day…I’m glad she is friends with Ezile’s
mother, ngoba Busi never wanted to have
friends kodwa ngoku she is warming up to
the idea of having one.
·
·
Abulele and I were at the shooting rage, he
asked me to bring him here.
Me: Kwedini, I hope you not planning to kill
someone. Ngoba unyoko would kill me…

He laughed and looked at me, wearing the

goggles.

Abulele: Ndi sure she would be happy if I

kill my biological father, I really hate what
he did to iOledy lam.

Me: Eishh ntwana, killing someone is not

that easy hey. Especially your first kill…

Abulele: You’ve killed before?

Me: Many times, futhi kuzo zonke killings

zam I never had guilt, nightmares or
regrets.
Abulele: Guess you will have to tip me,
Grootman.

He wore the ear protection and I wore mine,

I told him how to stand and aim then shoot
at the prop that was a bit far from him. He
did and I smiled as he shot the forehead,
pretty good for a leaner.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
We were done here and on our way to the
car, just as we step out the shooting rage
his biological father appeared. Abulele
frowned and I pat his shoulder.

Me: Don’t let him get into you, just ignore

him if he tries anything.
Abulele: I hate him so much.

Me: I know, I do too.

His father got to us and frowned looking at

me, I gave him my straight face.

Mandla: You don’t seem to have enough

huh? First my wife now my son…

Me: What wife? Last time I checked awuna

mfazi wena.

Mandla: I’m talking about Babalwa-

Abulele: Don’t you dare mention my

mother’s name ngalo mlomo wakho!
He said that holding his father by the collar,
I held Abulele’s shoulder.

Me: Ntwana remember I said don’t let him

get to you. At least not in public…

Abulele: Grootman lomntu deserves to die.

Me: His time will come ntwana. But now,

you shouldn’t let him get to you in
public…remember you have a reputation to
protect?

Abulele let go of Mandla then walked to

where we parked my car, I looked at
Mandla.

Me: Ndiya themba awuzobayi bitter ex,

what used to be your family is mine now.
Your son is my son now, so wena stay
away from Babalwa and Abulele if you
know what’s good for you.

Mandla: You threatening me?

Me: Kwedini engenama sende, I don’t do

threats mna. Qha wena mamela lento ndiku
ringela yona. Ngoba you don’t want to see
the devil in me, I protect what’s mine so
ungalinve uzame.

I purposely bumped his shoulder as I

walked pass him, andizonelwa ngo
Mandlakhe mna. Tshini asoze!

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I decided to visit Yondi today, just to
apologize and tell her about my traditional
wedding that will be happening in 2 months.
I was nervous when I got to her house and
found all my friends there, seems like they
were having some weekend thing ngoba
they were even braaing.

Teddy: Hey, uright?

Me: Ndiright. Why wasn’t I invited?

Mpumi: Hayi rhaa subhanxa wena, we

invited you wena wakhetha usi ignore.a

Busi: What is happening to you?

Me: Umm…

I cleared my throat looking at the baby,

Siyakha was carrying. Ndi sure that was
Yondi’s son, I somehow feel bad I didn’t
even visit or ask about him once ngoba she
has been there for me through thick and
thin. Yondi appeared wearing her fluffy
tracksuit shorts and it’s matching vest, she
looked gorgeous like umntu who didn’t just
give birth. Surprisingly she had her natural
Afro tied in a neat bun..she smiled looking
at me.

Yondi: Hey mntase, you good?

Me: Ndiright. Can I talk to you privately if

that is okay?
Yondi: Okay, come this side.

I followed her to her study, it was very neat

and smelling good in here. We took our
seats and I looked at her.

Me: I’m sorry for being a bad friend-

Yondi: Chomi don’t apologize if you won’t

change your ways, lento yakho of
apologizing makes you sound like a broken
record.

Me: I know I just don’t know what is

happening to me.

Yondi: Ingxaki yakho is that you’ve became

this very selfish person, awumcingeli
omnye umntu.
Me: Nkosi was a mistake-

Yondi: I don’t care Liyema. The fact that

you trying pin your pregnancy on Lukholo,
knowing very well uba the father of that
baby is Nkosi is very barbaric.

Me: Ingxaki ndiyamthanda uLukholo, he

makes me happy and I can’t lose him.

Yondi: Then why did you cheat on him ngo

Nkosikhona?

I looked down on my fingers and blinked my

tears, she sighed and slide the tissue box to
me.
Yondi: Andiyazi why you crying because of
hormones or guilt, okhanye ntoni…

Me: Andiyazi what to do Yondi, I don’t know

myself anymore.

Yondi: What is the point of me to advice

you on what to do? Ngoba izongena kule
indlebe, iphume kuleya.

Me: Do you think I should beg Nkosi to sign

his parental rights to me?

Yondi: Hayi Liyema, don’t go down that

road ngoba it will backfire. Kuzofa umntua
and izobayi fault yakho…

Me: Ndithini ke?

Yondi: Come clean Liyema, tell Lukholo
inyani ngoba inyani always have it’s ways
of coming out.

I swallowed and wiped my tears, she shook

her head looking at me.

Yondi: Ndi sure you won’t even listen to my

advices. Yazi mna, indoda yam died and I
won’t be running after abantu aba selfish
kodwa nam ndi hurt. You don’t owe me
anything, but kunzima nobuza “chomi how
are you after your loss?” or at least ask me
about my son…

She looked at me crying and that broke my

heart somehow, she quickly wiped her tears
and chuckled.
Yondi: Let’s go to the others, just because
you going through some shit don’t forsake
your friends.

She stood up and left me in her study, I put

my hand over my mouth and cried thinking
of the bad friend I have become. Andazi
what is happening to me, why am I acting
this way? I stood up ready to go join my
friends, fuck I’m so hurt and broken. My
phone rang as I was about to stand up, I
answered and it was Lukholo.

Me: Hey, baby?

Lukholo: Liyema ngubani uNkosikhona? In

fact where are you now…
Me: Nkosikhona? Who told you about
Nkosikhona?

Lukholo: Get home, we have to talk

sijongene emehlweni.

My heart raced as he dropped the call, I

quickly called Nkosikhona and a female
answered.

Lady: Nkosi’s phone, hello?

Me: Who are you and where is the owner of

the phone?

Lady: Ohh ndingu Onela, his P.A-

Me: Give him the phone!

Lady: Akekho ngoku, he locked me up apha
kwakhe so-

Me: Tell him to call me when he gets back! I

suggest you stay away from guys like
Nkosi, he is just not for you…you sound like
a very sweet girl.

I dropped the call and clicked my tongue

walking out Yondi’s study, so Nkosikhona is
trying to ruin my relationship while yena he
is busy fucking his P.A? I have to confront
him, but now let me go and make up a solid
story on how I know Nkosikhona to
Lukholo.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I got home and found Lukholo sitting there
drinking beer, he didn’t look angry but calm.

Me: Hey.

Lukholo: Sit so we can talk.

Me: Look andazi what you heard about

Nkosi-

Lukholo: Isn’t Nkosikhona one of

Bragadier’s friends?

Me: He is..
Lukholo: You once had a thing with him?

Me: No, but yena he wanted me but I

rejected him.

He clenched his jaws looking in my eyes, I

felt like pissing myself because of this pure
lie.

Lukholo: I want us to build a marriage with

no secrets and lies, Liyema.

Me: I’m not lying, I swear baby.

Lukholo: So his friend Akhona Khali, lied to

me when he said you and Nkosi recently
fucked?
Me: I’m always with you, so obviously he
lied.

Lukholo: Why would he lie about such?

Bragadier’s friends don’t seem like the
“lying” type of guys.

Me: Who knows he is trying to fight his

friend’s battles, ruin my relationship since I
rejected his friend.

Lukholo: Andazi Liyema, but that don’t

make sense.

I stood up and walked to him and straddle

his lap, I kissed him and sucked his lower
lip.
Me: Trust me baby, you know I despise
cheating.

Lukholo: Okay ke. Andifuni secrets between

us, yandiva baby?

I nod feeling guilty, he kissed my lips and

stood up walking to the room. He removed
my pants and thong as he laid me on the
bed, I moaned as he finger fucked me with
his index and middle finger.

Me: Ahhh, taka Iphe…

He went even faster while kissing my lips, I

cum and he looked at me licking his fingers
that had my cum. He pulled down his
boxers and got on top of me, then shoved
his dick inside me in one go groaning. I
moaned scratching his back as he fucked
me, I rolled my eyes enjoying the pleasure.
·
·
Later that day, I lied to Lukholo and said I
was going to my friends at Yondi’s kodwa I
was driving to Nkosi’s house. 40 minutes
later, I parked my car in his yard and
walked to the door. I heard voices before
knocking, it was a female voice.

Nkosi: Onela please stay for the night.

Onela: No, I want to go home. You locked

me up here, andazi why uzondi vingcela.

Nkosi: Uxolo but ndicela uhlale, I need

some company tonight.
Onela: I’m not good company, besides ndiyi
P.A yakho. I’m not supposed to be
spending time with my boss..

Nkosi: Awuzo hamba kanti, uzobona.

I rolled my eyes annoyed and knocked, the

door opened and I looked at them stand
there looking at me. So they were arguing
emva komnyango?

Onela: Hi sisi and thank you for saving me,

byee.

She was about to walk pass Nkosi but he

grabbed her waist, he looked tipsy..

Nkosi: Uyaphi Onela?

Onela: Ndifuna ugoduka.

Nkosi: Ndithe awuhambi. Wena ufuna ntoni

apha?

He asked that looking at me bored, wow so

he will pretend like he hates me now?

Me: Ndicela uthetha nawe privately.

Nkosi: Sho, ngena.

This Onela lady tried running out the house,

but Nkosi scooped him over his shoulder
and she giggled as he walked up to the
stairs with her while they were arguing like
some damn couple. I swallowed feeling a
bit jealous and walked to the lounge, then
sat on the couch. Nkosi came back
seconds later, then said down looking at
me.

Me: So you sleep with your P.A now?

Nkosi: Who I sleep with has nothing to do

with you. Ufuna ntoni kwam?

Me: I wanted to tell you to tell Akhona, to

stop trying to ruin my relationship.

Nkosi: Akhona waphi?

Me: I’m talking about your damn friend!

Just then I heard manly voices and
footsteps, I felt like shitting myself when his
friends appeared and they gawked at me.

Mahle: Molweni, are we disturbing

anything?

Nksoi: Tuu sjimbo. Akhona unceda wafika,

lo sisi was leaving a message for you.

Akhona: For mna? Ndiyi ntoni mna ku

Liyema? Into esidibanisayo ngu
Mafungwashe…so whuzet ngoku?

Me: Uhmmm…Lukholo told me what you

did.

Akhona: Ohhh.
Me: Uthi “ohhh”?

Akhona: Ndithini? I was trying to warn

umjita wabantu, I’m glad you rejected Nkosi
ngoba u’toxic wena.

Me: Andikho toxic mna-

Nkosi: Jongani ke, asizo mamela nina.

Please go and argue outside, niyangxola.

Akhona: She should leave, I have no

business with her unless it is something to
do with uMafungwashe.
Me: Ndi sure Yondi would be interested in
hearing that you trying to ruin relationship
ye chomi yakhe.

Sive: Nkosi mfethu, ziphi ezi weii?

Mahle: Yhee ndifuna braai mna, masambe

siyobasa umlilo Akhona jou swine flu!

They chuckled and walked away leaving

me with Nkosi, I looked at him.

Nkosi: Just because I had a thing for you

once, it doesn’t mean delela chomi zam.
They will fuck you up, nangoku Akhona is
holding himself ngoba you friends with
Yondi. Yondi means everything to us ke, so
we don’t hurt people who means something
to her.
Me: Nkosi-

Nkosi: Futhi you might be carrying my child,

so ndicela unga test.i amajita wam.

Me: About the child.

Nkosi: As I’ve said before, I want DNA test

once that baby is born. If ngowam I will be
part of it’s life, wena get married for all I
care but umntana wam ndimfuna kum.

He stood up and looked at me with a cold

stare.

Nkosi: Ndicela uvaye kwam, nga phinde

ubuye.
I swallowe and held my tears as I stood up
and walked out his house, so he is over me
just like that? Guess he just wanted the
taste of my pussy lo, but I shouldn’t bother
myself ngaye ngoba I am getting married to
Lukholo wam soon.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
××××××

YONDI MNDINI.
I looked at my friends as we laughed and
spoke, I’m sad that Liyema ditched us yet
again but it’s fine marn. I smiled looking at
them, how do I tell them I’m planning to
leave?

Busi: Yondi you good?

Me: Mna, ndi good marn. I have something
to tell you ladies.

Mpumi: What is it? Hope it’s not something

bad.

Teddy: Ewe ngoba we are having such a

good time.

Me: No, no…it’s not something bad.

Fuck now I have to lie, guess I have to tell

them I’m planning to leave once I asked
permission from my father first. I get that
I’m old enough to make my own decisions,
but I’m planning on going to another
country so I need my father’s blessings at
least.
Siyakha: Then tell us ke…

Me: I wanted to tell ladies, ndiyani thanda.

You all mean so much to me and I would
kill for you guys, thank you for always being
there for me.

Teddy: Come on babes, no need to thank

us!

Busi: Besides you are always there when

we need you.

Mpumi: Yeah and sonke moc, we are not

just friends but sisters. Andithi?!

Us: Yeah!
They clicked their glasses, I smiled as I had
my son in my arms he was fast asleep.
Someone barged in the house, we waited
till they appear and it was Liyema she
looked awful.

Me: Good thing you back.

Teddy: Yintoni? Wangathi uya gowa…

Liyema: No ndizoba right, ndifikelwe zi

hormones.

Busi: Yhuu baby girl! Jong hormones

ziyanyisa, Yondi wasinda.
We laughed as we had a good time talking
and laughing, Liyema even asked to hold
Junior when he woke up and I did not mind
at all. I just hope she could get the help,
ngoba akekho right but akafuni umamela.
·
·
Some while later, Mpumi, Teddy and
Siyakha were drunk. While the rest of us
were sober, I couldn’t drink ngoba I have a
infant and then Busi plus Liyema are
pregnant.

Siyakha: Chomi ke sarna ndikhumbula

ndoda yam!

Me: Yhuu nanko ke, utywala buse ntloko.

The others laughed and they took her
phone and called Mahle, Siyakha even
cried as she spoke to her man over the
phone. She dropped the call and looked at
us smiling.

Siyakha: Kwatsho kwathi xhibilili.

Teddy: Uyayi thanda indoda, sies!

Siyakha: Yeyam njena, ndithini.

My phone rang and I looked at the private

number calling, I frowned and ignored it
looking at my friends laugh and chat. It rang
again and it was private number…

Mpumi: Kodwa maka Junior, answer your

ringing phone hlee.
Me: Okay, worse ngu private number.

Teddy: Might be umntu who is in need of

journalist.

Me: Yi weekend and I don’t work nge

weekend.

I put my son in his stroller and walked to the

kitchen to answer this damn call.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Yondi Mndini, hello?

The person on the other end of the phone

didn’t answer.
Me: Jonga sufundela uku thakatha kum,
nxxx!

I dropped the call and walked back to my

friends, tshini people are so bored out
there. Why call umntu if you won’t talk when
they answer your call? Tshini hayi sies.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 147.
YONDI MNDINI.
Teddy was gone to work Monday morning
and I was left with my son, I was preparing
to take him to my father’s house since sis
Babsie asked to spend the day with him. At
least he is now over 10 days old and inkaba
yakhe yawa on the third day, but that
doesn’t mean I’m allowed to go everywhere
with that is is why sis Babsie offered to
spend the day with him since I have to sort
out some few things.

I giggled as my baby smiled looking at me,

while I dressed him up in his neutral baby
outfit.

Me: Hello wena…hello.

He smiled more making me feel some type

of unexplainable way, I think he can see me
now. I put a beanie on his head then took
few pictures of him, he is so beautiful. I
picked him up and kissed his lip sitting on
the bed.

Me: Yazibona ufana noDaddy wakho?

He looked at me smiling, I sat there and
had a little talk with him while he sucked on
his bottle. These are very precious
moments to me and I wish Ezile was here
to experience them too.
·
·
I was now parked in my father’s driveway,
when bhuti Abulele came out the house
smiling walking to my car. He came to open
the door for me and I chuckled.

Abulele: Little one.

Me: Bhuti wam, unjani?

Abulele: Good now that I see you, kanti you

have such big afro.
Me: Ewe ndiyi African beauty, mayicace.

He chuckled and we hugged as I climbed

off the car, he kissed my cheek and went to
take Junior out of his car seat at the
backseat.

Abulele: Hey wena, mtshana! Is it me or

does this boy look like his father?

Me: I know ufana naye, worse I have hopes

he will look like me xa emdala.

Abulele: Hayi forget about that shame, lo

ngu Ezile ehleli.
Me: I hope angafuzi yena nangobu gintsa, I
would literally beat the crap out of his ass.

Abulele laughed and kissed Luzelwande’s

neck, he covered him with his blanket
before walking in the house with him. I
smiled and took out the baby bag, grabbed
my phone and closed my car then walked
to the house locking my car.

Me: Molweni bazali, the grandparents.

Babalwa: Hello my baby, unjani?

Me: I’m good mama, wena and you?

Babalwa: Happy to see you smiling.

Tata: I have a bad feeling about today, I
couldn’t even go to work.

Me: Why?

Tata: Ngathi ndizova something bad nje…

I put the baby bag on the floor then sat next

to bhuti Abulele, he was playing with Junior.

Me: Guess it’s what I’m about to tell you

family.

They looked at me and I sighed nervously.

Me: I’ve came to a decision of leaving.

Tata: Leaving? Leaving to where??

Me: Leaving the country, ndayazi it’s selfish
of me but I need to clear my mind.

Tata: How long are you going to be gone?

Me: Until I find my peace and sanity. The

death of Ezile really striked me, so
bendicela blessing zenu as my parents.

Sis Babsie sighed and looked at me with

teary eyes, I looked at them waiting for
feedback.

Tata: Do you have accommodations kule

ndawo uya kuyo? Futhi where the hell are
you going.
Me: Ndi sorted nge accommodations and
ndiya eBotswana, you could always visit if
niyafuna.

Babalwa: Of course we will visit, but when

will you travel ngoba Luzelwande is still a
baby.

Me: I want to be gone by the end of this

week, please understand guys ngoba I
can’t be in this place anymore. It reminds
me of Ezile, and while kusenjalo I will never
ever heal.

My father sighed while bhuti Abulele was

dead silence, sis Babsie smiled sadly and
wiped her falling tears.
Babalwa: If my going away for a while,
means finding your sanity and peace then I
bless your travel mna. I want you to heal
baby, ngoba I hate seeing you like this
bhabha.

Tata: I’m telling you now Yondi, I will be

visiting you kule Botswana every chance I
get.

I smiled and nod looking at my father, I

turned to looking at my brother.

Me: Bhuti?

Abulele: I’m sad that you leaving, ngoba I

was hoping to spend some more time with
you and get to know each other. But it
would be selfish of me to not want you to
go, ngoba I can see you in so much pain.
So…please xa ufike Botswana tell me
uhlala phi. In fact…I will accompany you to
Botswana, just to make sure you and Junior
is safe.

I nod and thanked them, I could see my

father is not really happy about all this but
he needs to understand it’s for my own
sake. If my family is this sad, ndi sure my
friends will be miserable shame but it is
what it is.

[AT THE MALL.]

I was at the salon doing some bhongo
dreadlocks, I always wanted to do those
fibre dreadlocks and shit was painful.

Hairstylist: So how is it to be well known?

Me: It’s tiring ngoba sometimes abantu
disturb your quality time in public.

She giggled and I smiled, I love it when

someone does your hair and keeps
conversations going.

Hairstylist: Mna sarna, bendizothi R100 for

picture.

Me: Haibo? Ngendi rich moc.

We shared a laugh and continued talking

while she did my hair, 2 hours later she was
done and I loved it. It wasn’t as painful as
ngoku ebezenza, I asked tie them in a neat
bun and she did nyani ke. I paid and even
tipped her, then asked the nail technician to
just add some gel nail polish on my nails. I
can’t be having long nails ngoba ndino
mntana kaloku ngoku, andifuni risk of
scratching my son with nails.
·
·
I was now walking inside the building of my
company, I need to talk to Queen P and my
personal assistant. I greet Nozibele at the
receptionist, she was on a phonecall so I
she waved with a smile as I walked to the
elevator. I got to my floor and went to my
office, found it neat as always just then my
P.A came in.

Akum: Hey mntase, unjani?

Me: Ndiright wena?

Akum: I’m good. Congratulations on the
birth of your child, ndi sure he is very
beautiful.

Me: Enkosi baby, ndicela ubize Queen P

and tell him ndilapha.

She nod and walked out as I took my seat,

they both came back and closed the door
before we went straight into business. We
went through some of the new designs,
went through some paperwork and checked
on material that is needed.

Me: So ke ndifuna unishiya ni sorted, is

there anything serious we should be talking
about?

Queen P: No other than this.

Akum: Ohh we got more investors, so the
company is growing big and yonke lanto.

Me: Good. Ndine announcement to make,

but I would to tell everyone about it so will
you be able to gather everyone at the
boardroom? Every worker please…

Akum nod and stood up leaving me with

Queen P, I smiled and looked at him.

Queen P: Yondi kwenzeka ntoni?

Me: Can I trust you with my business?

Queen P: Of you can. What is all this talk

about ngoku?
Me: I will be gone for a while-

Queen P: Yondi no, what?

Me: Please listen to me…

He swallowed and looked at me with teary

eyes, I smiled standing up and going to sit
on the seat next to him then held his hands.

Me: I have to leave ngoba I am going

through some things, so andikho sure if
ndizobuya nini but I would like to leave you
in charge of things here.

Queen P: Yondi, please…

Me: It’s okay, I will be back andihambi
forever.

I wiped his falling tears, this one nge

drama. Ndizobuya moc.

Queen P: Where are you going?

Me: Out of the country, maybe I can even

open another branch of Unity House apho
ndiya khona who knows.

Queen P: Why are you leaving? Is it us…

Me: It has nothing to do with you guys, I just

need a breather njee ngoba I’m going
through somethings. So can I trust you with
my business?
Queen P: Of course, please do come back
please.

Me: I will.

I chuckled and looked at him, I handed him

a tissue and he thanked me smile and
wiping his tears.

Me: You ruining make up yakho, crush

yakho izothini xa ikubona ulila I’eye pencil?

He laughed and I joined him, he fixed

himself and gathered himself.

Me: So ke while I’m gone, nguwe who will

run things here. But if you struggling with
something, we can communicate over
phone and virtual calls.

Queen P: I won’t disappoint you, I will take

care of your company uzobuya isekwi good
shape.

Me: Enkosi for being the pillar of it while

ndingekho, you are a HR but ndiyaku
sokolisa ngoku.

Queen P: As long as ndifuamana the good

pay I’m getting, I don’t care even if uthi
ndibeyi security yalapha.

I laughed and Akum came in and told us

everyone is waiting, so we walked to the
boardroom. I told everyone about the leave
I will be making and I will be leaving Queen
P in charge of things, they were sad that I
will be gone. Now the only thing left is to tell
my friends, and the gents. Not to forget
Ezile’s parents, they also need to know
about me leaving ngoba Luzelwande is
their grandson and I can’t up and leave
without telling them that would be insane.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 148.
YONDI MNDINI.
Last night I told my friends about me
leaving for a while, and we shared a very
emotional moment. Liyema even begged
me not to leave, she kept blaming herself
for me leaving and that really hurt me
ngoba I could really see she is not well.
Teddy woke me up in the middle of the
night, I looked at him and he had red eyes.

Me: Teddy yintoni?

Teddy: You leaving Yondi, you leaving me

that is what's wrong.

Me: Teddy...

I pulled him to my arms and he sobbed as I

hugged him, this really hurt him shame.

Me: I know ndenza into e'selfish, but my

reasoning is good ngoba I need to go
before I lose myself.
Teddy: But for 2 years Yondi? That is very
long, hayi yhoo.

Me: You could always visit, I can get you

plane tickets to Botswana.

Teddy: This really hit me hard then a break

up, Yondi ndizoba lost without you.

Me: I won't be gone for too long.

Teddy: 2 years is a very long time, Yondi.

I smiled sadly and sniffed wiping my tears,

is it bad that I'm leaving for my sake and
sanity?
Teddy: But I understand ngoba you doing
this for your own health, you really loved
Bragadier and his death did you bad.

Me: Ewe. My prayers is that I get the peace

I'm seeking, I won't fully heal ngoba he was
my soulmate but at least I will get a
breather.

Teddy: As long as I will be visiting you from

time to time, Mpendulo will be shattered at
the fact that you will be resigning.

Me: I know, but if it happens ndibuye and

he allows to still work at Media Ink then...he
shouldn't be worried.
Teddy: Never imagined the day you will be
gone from me for so long. Years not even
months.

I hugged him and he sighed, the only thing I

have to do is talk with Liyema ngoku. Njee
try talking some senses into her for one last
time ngoba I hate this new her.

[IN THE MORNING.]

Teddy was running around late for work, he
slept ngo 03:00am izolo ngoba he is
stressed about me leaving. I told him that I
will go to the office today, just to talk with
Mpendulo about my resignation. 35 minutes
later, he was gone and I was left with my
sleeping baby. I quickly cleaned around the
house while Junior was asleep, I even had
time to take a shower after cleaning and
little guy was still asleep. I had to wake him
up after I was done with my hygiene
process and that pissed him off, he cried.

Me: Xolo kaloku Lwande, yhuu ntoni ingathi

ndiku tswebile.

I shushed him and he calmed down, once

he was calm he didn't even bother smiling
at me when I tried baby talking him.

Me: Haibo uqumbile? Uqumbele umama

wena...

I chuckled nibbling his nose, he sneezed

and I giggled before giving him his milk. I
smiked as he sucked on the milk, tshini
umntu uxolela ungavuki kodwa he is
hungry.
·
·
My baby and I were ready for the day, I had
to take him with me to the office ngoba I
wanted him to be with me. I strapped him
up on his baby car seat and kissed his lip,
he was not smiling with me this morning
guess he is still angry kuba ndimvusile. I
fixed his beanie before closing his stroller
and put it in the car trunk, I got in the driver
seat and checked if my son is still in a safe
position before I drove off slowly to Media
Ink.

45 minutes later, I was outside my car in

the parking lot strapping my baby on his
stroller. I covered him with a blanket and
took his baby bag and my phone, locked
my car and pushed the stroller to the
building. As soon as I step in the building,
the receptionist came running my way, she
hugged me and asked to see Junior.
Tammy: God be is so beautiful, you would
swear he is a girl.

Me: Thank you.

Tammy: I miss seeing your face around

here.

Me: You are yet going to miss me. Let me

go to the boss's office, he is expecting me.

She gave me a hug one more time and I

left, obviously each colleague I bumped into
wanted to see Junior. I finally made it to
Mpendulo's office, he smiled and stood up
walking to me as I closed the door.
Me: Hey.

Mpendulo: Hello momma, you look good.

I giggled as he gave me a hug, he smiled

and looked at Luzelwande.

Mpendulo: Yakhula le chap ne?

Me: Ewe makakhule marn...

Mpendulo: He looks like his father, but he

has your skintone. Remember I told you the
day I went to visit you at the hospital,
uzofana noBragadier lomntu?

Me: Yeah you did.

He took Junior out of the stroller, then
walked to the couch with him to sit. I moved
the stroller away behind the office door and
went to join him on the couch, he looked at
me and I smiled.

Me: My visit here is not appeasing.

Mpendulo: And why is that?

Me: I am going some serious things, so-

Mpendulo: You need me to extend your

leave?

Me: No, uhmm...I'm leaving the country

ndiya eBotswana.
Mpendulo: What?

Me: I will be back when I'm fine. Right now

andikho right, please accept my resignation
letter ngoba I need this leave before I lose it
and end up in some mental institute.

Mpendulo: How long will you be gone?

Me: 2 to 3 years. But if it would be possible,

I will come back and work here if izobe
ikhona indawo yam.

Mpendulo: Indawo yakho apha izosoloko

ikhona. I told you that you will be part of
Media Ink kude kuyavalwa, so go and get
your get your breather and come back well.
Me: Enkosi, for a second there I thought
uzoyi reject.a yonke lento.

Me: Your health means everything, as long

as xa ubuya uzobuyela aphe Media Ink
andina stress.

I smiled and thanked him, we spoke for a

while before I left. Teddy was already gone
to lunch so I had to drive to Ezile's parents.
I wonder how will they take in yonke lento...

[AT EZILE'S PARENTS.]

Mama ka Ezile was happy to see us, even
utatakhe. The fact that she even went as far
as preparing me some lunch is very sweet,
tata ka Ezile was smiling holding the Junior.

Taka Ezile: Tshini waske wafana noEzile.

Maka Ezile: Yambona! Jonga inywele ezi
zinintsi, ohh niyazala kodwa Yondi baby.

Me: Genes zika nyana wakho zi strong,

ibintle indoda yam kaloku.

They laughed as I blushed saying that, I

really miss him shame yhoo. Maka Ezile
held my hand and kissed it, she was next to
me while her husband sat on the one
couch, with Junior.

Maka Ezile: On a serious note, how are you

holding up sthandwa sam?

Me: Not fine ma, not fine at all. I'm literally

dead inside, I will never heal ingathi my
soul was snatched from me.
I looked up getting emotional, before
gathering myself again. Ezile's father
looked at me with so much worry in his
eyes.

Maka Ezile: Ezile wouldn't be happy to see

you like this, you have to be strong for
Luzelwande and yourself.

Me: How ma? When the death of my lover

took away every little strength I've ever
had? I...

I sighed and wiped my falling tears, she

kissed my palm looking at me with so much
pity. Her husband was sitting there deep in
thoughts.
Me: I will never love no man again, Ezile
was my first and last love and now he is
gone. Ndine worry ka Junior, uzofika kwi
point in life of needing his father.

Taka Ezile: We are all here for you, you are

part of this family. Always will be futhi, just
because our son is dead doesn't mean we
abandoning you.

Me: If it wasn't for Luzelwande, ngeku dala

ndizibulele nam. I can't bare the pain...it's
too much.

Maka Ezile: It will all be well.

Me: My emotions are all over the place,

andazi but I decided to leave.
They both looked at me shocked, or is it
confusion.

Them: What?!

Me: I desperately need to leave this place.

That is why ndilapha, to get your consent
as Luzelwande's grandparents ndikwazi
uhamba naye. He is your grandson after all,
umntana ka nyana wenu so I can't just
waltz away with him...

Maka Ezile: Yondi please...we all hurt, but

suhamba nana.

Me: I won't be gone forever, I will be back

when I'm fine.

Taka Ezile: You sure ufuna uhamba?

Me: It's for my own good and sanity, so yes
ndi sure.

Maka Ezile cried and I hugged her, this is a

decision I won't change ngoba ndiyayi
dinga nyani break I've been through too
many shit.
·
·
Later that evening, Teddy was preparing
dinner when the gents arrived. They didn't
looked pleased at all, guess they heard
about my leaving issue.

Me: Telling by the way you guys are not

pleased, my guess is you heard about me
planning to leave.
Andile: Mafungwashe what the hell? You
can't leave please...

Me: What is stopping me?

Sive: You going to another country, we

worried about your safety.

Me: I'm walking around with a GPS implant,

so even if andikho safe I know you guys will
find me.

Akhona: Why Botswana though?

Me: Why not Botswana? I want to be there,

ndivile it's such a lovely country.
Akhona held my hands sitting on the stool
opposite me.

Akhona: Please, please don't leave.

Lucky: We'll do anything, but do not leave.

Me: You'd do anything?

Them: Ewe.

Me: Accept the fact that ndiya hamba, your

friends death left a huge hole in my life. So
ndiyanicela bethuna, let me go and heal.

Mahle: Why don't you heal apha

Mafungwashe?
Me: You don't get it do you? Le ndawo
reminds me of uGuluva, do think I will heal
apha. Ngoba everytime I will expect to
bump into him but he is dead, I always have
hope that he will walk in that door and say
"baby wam ndibuyile" but no, akaphinde
abuye.

I sighed and looked at them with begging

eyes.

Me: Please don't try and stop me,

ndizobuya andizo hamba forever.

Nkosi: Eishh bafethu, yabona this went

South?

Me: What do you mean?

They looked at each other talking with their
eyes and Akhona held the side of my face.

Me: Akhona...

Akhona: What he means is...things went

South, ngoba we wanted to be there for you
Mafungwashe.

I squint my eyes looking at his eyes, he

stared at me too.

Me: What the fuck are you guys not telling

me?

Andile: What do you mean?

Me: Yazi yintoni...nevermind. But ndiya
hamba, I'm not changing my mind.

I looked at them as they all gawked at me,

fuck no they definitely hiding something but
I won't bother asking them ngoba if they
wanted me to no they would've told me. I
just hope they will find the person behind
Bragadier's death and teach that person a
big lesson.

30 minutes later, Teddy dished up for us he

made Cheese macaroni and the gents were
enjoying it. We were all eating in silence,
baqumbile aba because ndithe I'm not
changing my mind about leaving.

Teddy: So sizo jamelana ibengathi sizi

nkomo?
Me: Bazo qumba banyibilike wethu,
bayeke.

Andile: You hurting my feelings mna

shame, andifuni noxoka.

Akhona: Baby kawu cenge, please marn

she can't leave.

Teddy: Why not? Mna, I want her to be

better. Okhanye nifuna umbona eyo hlala
emagezeni?

I smirked and ate my food looking at them,

they should just accept the fact that ndiya
hamba. The doorbell rang and I stood up,
that must be Liyema.
Mahle: Expecting someone?

Me: Ewe, Liyema.

I hurried to the door and smiled seeing her

as I opened, we shared a long hug before
walking in. As soon as we walked to the
dinning area, she stumbled and stopped on
her tracks seeing the gents.

Me: Lilly uright?

Liyema: I'm fine just didn't know you have

visitors.

Teddy: Mntase moto zaba zigcwele kwi

driveway, so how did you miss that?
Liyema: I have a lot in my mind.

Me: Join us? Sizo thetha after eating.

She swallowed and nod her head, we had

dinner together and the tension was just on
pits. I wonder what is up with them? Yhuu
hayini sarna, ndi gatvol nge drama.
·
·
So Liyema was now with me in my study,
she looked tired.

Me: You don't look fine.

Liyema: I'm just tired njee.

Me: Talk to me, Liyema. Please...

Liyema: I just want to be happy in peace, I
know ndi selfish for trying to pin this
pregnancy on Lukholo but I can't lose him.

Me: What if Nkosi becomes a problem?

Yayazi uNkosi won't just let this slide,
uzofuna uba part of the baby's life.

Liyema: I won't stop trying to reason with

him, he has to understand.

Me: You need serious therapy baby,

awukho right you losing yourself.

She sighed and I opened my table drawer,

then took out the business card that had my
Therapist's number.
Me: Remember Maya, my therapist?

Liyema: Ewe I do.

Me: This is her contacts, when you get a

chance contact her. I don't like seeing you
become this person you are not.

Liyema: Enkosi.

Me: I hope we both find the healing we

need, ndiya themba ndizobuya ungu la
Liyema ndimaziyo.

I smiled as we held each other's hands over

ther table, she giggled and thanked me. I
really hope she seeks for help, she is really
not herself and ayikho grand lanto.
2 YEARS LATER....

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2 YEARS LATER...

INSERT 149.
LIYEMA LOKO.
What can I say things have been good for
me, I'm a single mother of 2. Iphemna and
Luniko my baby boy, unyana wam and
Nkosi. Well I attended therapy sessions
after Yondi left, and they really helped me
realize that andika healishi but then I
healed and now ndi happy with my 2 kids.
I was meeting my friends today, Yondi is
not yet back and we miss her. She contacts
us from time to time and her baby boy is so
grown, we always recieve his pictures on
from her..he is very cute and chubby. Ndi
sure Luzelwande and Luniko will be best of
friends.

Me: Iphe and Niko, masambeni kaloku!

Iphemna: Mama! Are we going to granny's?

Me: Yes baby, we are.

Luniko: Mama!

Me: Yes baby, mama is here.

I picked him up and held Iphemna's hand
as we walked out, Yondi always sends a
delivery of brand name clothes for my kids
and Busi's twin boys. Yes Busi gave birth to
2 naughty boys and they talk so much,
ingathi they are not 2 years old.

[A WHILE LATER.]
I dropped the kids at my mother's and drove
to Teddy's house where me and the ladies
were meeting. 35 minutes later I got there, I
step out my car and hurried in the house.

Me: Molweni, molweni!

Them: Chomi yethu!

Me: So what is the occasion?

Teddy: Nothing much just to spend time
together.

Busi: And I needed to be away from the

twins, yhuuu abeva ababantu xa bethanda.

Siyakha: Ohyini ngoku they are so sweet.

Mpumi: Sweet phi Siya? Yhuu hayi sudlala

wena!

We laughed at that, tjoo Busi's twins are

very naughty sarna. They always find
something to do and they drive Busi crazy
shame, while Lucky enjoys every bits of it.

Mpumi: Kodwa I miss Yondi, when is she

coming back?
Teddy: It's still February, let's hope by
March she will be here.

Me: Usathi March? Not even the end of

next week...

They chuckled and I grabbed a Savannah

in the cooler box, Teddy is the only one
who once if not twice visted Yondi. The rest
of us have been busy and we were
planning to throw the biggest party when
she gets back, but asiyazi uzobuya nini.

Busi: Can't wait to see her shame, yhuu!

And can't wait to see Junior, he looks like a
little charmer that one.
Siyakha: I love babies mna, but ndoyika
umitha rhaa!

Teddy: Kuthiwa kumnandi njena.

Busi&I: RHAAAAA!

Me: Mntase ebeku xokisela lowo!

We continued drinking and having fun,

dancing to the music that was playing.
Mpumi came back from the balcony, she
looked at us excited.

Teddy: Yintoni wena?

Mpumi: Just got out of a call with my man,

uthi they are at the airport!
Me: And you excited because?

Mpumi: Zibhanxa! They might be there to

pick up Yondi, yhuuu sengxame for
umbona.

She did her happy dance and we laughed,

we all miss her nyan. The death of
Bragadier messed her up, just hope she
healed and found peace.

Siyakha: Wait but what if they are there for

their illegal dealings?

Teddy: Now that would be a bummer.

Busi: Yhuuu ngaske siyonxila tonight, just
to await the arrival of our Yondz..

Me: And ke! And ke!

We made a decision to go out and drink,

andazi ke mna ndizoguka ngantoni when
I'm drunk ngoba andina ndoda ndi single
and I'm not looking.
·
·
4 hours later, I was at my house preparing
for le clubbing we'll be doing tonight with my
friends. I was even humming as I laid my
outfit on my bed, ndi happy and relevent
ndinguye... A knock disturb me, I frowned
wondering who could that be.

Me: Okay, whomst are you..

I whispered walking barefoot out my room,
going to attend the door and when I opened
I was shocked to se Dayimani.

Me: Dayimani!

Dayimani: Hey mamakhe.

I screamed and jumped to hug him, so he is

finally back from wherever he was around
the world. He chuckled and spun me
around, I pulled out the hug and looked at
him.

Me: Look at you huh, haibo ngena!

Dayimani: Where is Iphemna?

Me: Kwa mama wam. How was your away
time sarna?

I asked excitedly, he chuckled and told me

about everything as we sat in the lounge.
He even told me he found himself a very
beautiful, humble lady and she is pregnant.

Me: Yhuu ndi sure she is really pretty, hope

you catering to her cravings ngoba akho
mnandi kwa pregnancy.

Dayimani: Yhuu she wakes me up in the

middle of the night and send me around to
get her cravings.

Me: Ohh bethuna...

Dayimani: I heard you have a baby boy too,
congratulations.

Me: Enkosi. I'm happy you came to visit...

Dayimani: Wena what's your story?

Me: I'm finally a doctor ngoku, not a intern

doctor. Also ndingu mother of 2 and ndi
single, I'm at my happiest njee.

He chuckled and I offered him somethinv to

drink, he followed me to the kitchen as we
went to get it. He even gained some weight,
I'm happy he found his happiness. We sat
there on the counter stools chatting and
catching up, I had to chase him away
ngoba ndizoba late for my clubbing.
Teddy came to pick me up and drove us to
the club, we were having some
conversations in the car.

Me: Ndifuna unxila today.

Teddy: Jonga peto! Funa call back.a mama

wam, ndithi "Futsek Nomvula, wanceda
wamitha umncinci wandizala wandizisa
kulomhlaba unotywala bumnani!"

We burst out laughing and he stopped at

the traffick light, ngaske ndibone sendinxile
ndi jaiva.

Me: So Akhona mention anything about you

going to the airport?
Teddy: Apparently la bitch ingu Mpumi
misheard, Akhona uthi they were at the
warehouse doing their things bona.

Me: Mpumi funeke abuyeke utywala.

Teddy: Tshini nyani!

He drove to the club and we got there and

had our fun, lived our life to the fullest ne
chomi zam.

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NARRATED.
The gents parked their black Quantum from
a far as they were waiting for the private
helicopter to land at the open field, it's
22:00pm at night and they were excited
somehow.

Nkosi: Eish bafethu, ndi fucken impatient

joe.

Mahle: Pholas marn, pholas.

Akhona: Yhey it's been long joe,

siyamkhumbula lomntu.

Lucky: Kawenze lighter, ndizithi zol njee

ndibe high.

They chuckled and gave him the lighter,

just as Lucky lit up his joint the couldn't
contain their excitement as they heard the
helicopter. They watched it land and went
closer to it, as the pilot turned it off. The
door opened and there he came out,
wearing his black jeans, black turtle neck
and black leather jacket with military boots.

Bragadier: Awww sjimbo sam.

He said as they all shared a emotional hug,

they all have been waiting to meet again for
so long.

Nkosi: Awww nja ye game, nguye nyani lo?!

Bragadier: Bragadier in the flesh bafondi.

Mahle: Bekunjani pha bafo, did la kaka go

easy on you?
Bragadier: Easy phi? Yhey bezisiwa pha,
akudlalwa tuu.

Akhona: You did that in behalf of us sjimbo,

just to protect us from all that pain and
hardship.

Lucky: Inoba nathi ngesibuye si fit ne?

Tshini Bragazela is good to see you!

He shoulder bumped with Bragadier, but

the only thing Bragadier thought of is the
love of his life and his Junior.

Bragadier: Okay take me home, sizo ringa

ngezinto ezi serious ngomso.

Sive: Home njani? We going to the

CRAFTMENS HOUSE, siyojuluka sibe
manzi we having alcohol waiting for us
there.

Nkosi: Futhi ndi sure you missed drinking,

ngoba you were in prison pha eItaly
kwedini.

He said playfully boxing Bragadier on his

stomach and they laughed, he quickly
paused.

Bragadier: Himani ngo mxilo, ndifuna ubaby

wam ngoku. Mama ka nyana wam, so you
guys have to wait.

Lucky: Eish...

Bragadier frowned looking at his friends,

the guys kept talking with their eyes.
Bragadier: Whuzet?

Akhona: Mafungwashe is gone...

Bragadier: Gone yantoni? Uthini ngoku...

He chuckled hoping his friends are not

saying what he thinks they are saying, they
looked at him serious.

Nkosi: As in out of the country, la wei of us

faking your death really put her through the
most.

Andile: Yeah mfethu, sizonya sonke nguwe

when she comes back and find you alive.
Bragadier: What country did she go to?

Mahle: Hayi why?

Bragadier: I'm going to get my woman

mfondini. Which country?

Nkosi: You need to rest-

Bragadier: I won't fucken rest, ndizo rest.a

when uYondi wam is in my arms.

He walked to the black Quantum leaving his

friends there, they looked at each other
knowing very well he has made up his
mind. Mafungwashe is seriously going to kill
them all when she finds out Bragadier was
never dead, his mother will also go crazy
since Bragadier's father knew his son was
alive all long.

Akhona: Yhaa let's get ready for the wrath

of Mafungwashe.

They chuckled walking to the Quantum, as

soon as they got in they found Bragadier
seated on the drivers seat and he drove off
to his parents house.

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INSERT 150.
YONDI MNDINI.
2 years later I have been great, things are
going good for me but I still think about
Bragadier. I opened a branch of Unity
House this side, and it is going well I even
found someone to manage it once I go back
to South Africa. My son is growing and
talking, he has his father’s personality and
he is chubby.

Me: Lwande iza masambe.

Luzelwande: Mommy, this one.

Me: You want to wear that one?

Luzelwande: Ewe pretty please…

He gave me puppy eyes and I giggled, I

love my baby tjoo. He wanted to wear his
Gucci tracksuit so I had to change him, he
was telling me what they do in creche.
Me: Awufuni uceba inywele?

Luzelwande: Hayi andifuni, ndizoba mbi.

Me: Awuzo bambi njena, umhle indalo

wena kaloku.

Luzelwande: Ndifana noDaddy wam?

Me: Ewe baby, you handsome like your

father.

Luzelwande: I wish I could see him one

day. Can a person see angels?

I smiled and gave him a forehead kiss and

held the sides of his face.
Me: You will see him in your dreams baby,
that is how he will visit you.

Luzelwande: Okay baby.

I giggled he loves calling me “baby”, and he

is so protective of me. I made sure to
always tell him about Bragadier, we look at
his pictures everyday just so that
Luzelwande doesn’t feel the void of not
having a father.

Me: So we cutting your hair?

Luzelwande: No mommy, I love my curls

mna.
Me: Okay ke, fine.

I laughed as he nibbled my nose, my baby

is such a charmer. So Junior has those cute
smal curly baby afros and uyi thanda nyani
le afro yakhe, he always wants it to be
taken care of. I got done with dressing him
up and we were ready to go to the mall.
·
·
At the mall we were in this piercing shop,
Junior has been begging me to take him for
a ear piercing and andazi where he got the
idea of getting his earz pierced. At first I
thought it was because of me getting a
nose ring, but he told me no he just wants
to be a “charmer boy” and get his ears
pierced.
Me: Are you sure uyayifuna baby?

Luzelwande: Please mommy, I won’t cry.

The lady who was going to pierce him

giggled, no marn uya phapha lomntana at
this age and ingathi uzoxaka.

Me: Okay, yafuna ndiku bambe isandla?

Luzelwande: Yes please.

Piercing artist: He is such a respectful

young boy.

Me: I try my best to teach him about

respect, I don’t want him to be one of those
disrespectful kids.
Piercing artist: How old is he?

Me: He is 2 years old.

Piercing artist: He talks so much hela.

I chuckled and sat on the chair next to my

son, I held his hand as they prepared to
pierce him. To my surprise he took the
whole process like a pro which sort of made
me proud.

Me: Ayi Juju njena, awumhle.

Luzelwande: Enkosi mommy, bhatala

Yondi.
He said and I laughed and made payments,
I really love how my son bethuna tjoo.
Luzelwande hugged the lady who pierced
his ears.

Luzelwande: Thank you, aunty.

Piercing artist: Pleasure, little one.

I made my payments and we left, we to eat

some lunch before going to the salon to do
my hair. I wanted to install a bob frontal
weave, mama ka Junior funeke abemhle
please acace uba she is young.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were now back at home, Junior was
helping me pack the grocery in it’s rightful
places.
Luzelwande: Mommy?

Me: Junior ka mama?

Luzelwande: Did I tell you uba umhle?

I blushed yhuu this one and his charms.

Me: Ewe baby, enkosi.

Luzelwande: Umhle and I love you this

much.

He showed me with his arms how much he

loves me, I giggled and he asked to give
me a peck.
Me: I love you too.

Luzelwande: When are we going to go to

South Africa?

Me: Soon baby, mama has to sort out some

few things this side first.

Luzelwande: Can’t wait to meet all my

uncles and my grannies and aunties.

He went on and told me how he couldn’t

wait to meet everyone, the gents once
came to visit me so he knows them. My
parents and Lwazi’s parents made sure to
come visit every chance they get, so Junior
only hasn’t met Liyema, Mpumi, Busi and
Siyakha. He only sees them on pictures, I
looked at him talk. Yafana noEzile
lomntana, ndi sure Bragadier would have
been happy to have his little replica.

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SIVE NODLINGA.
We were at the field it’s early in the
afternoon and we are waiting for Teddy,
well we didn’t want any of the ladies to
know about the return of Bragadier yet
before Yondi. But we needed Teddy for
something so he had to meet us.

Akhona: Oledy lakho lisa qumbile, sjimbo?

Bragadier: Akafuni nothetha nam ne taima,

she is mad that my father was part of it
when he saw how miserable was Yondi.
Nkosi: Mafungwashe was really miserable,
you still have to deal with her father ngoba
izokunyisa la gavi.

Mahle: Sizonya sonke bra, we are all in

deep shit.

Just then we saw Teddy park his car from a

distance, we were all standing outside our
black Quantum.

Andile: Yhuu soyiki uyucwa ngu Teddy.

Lucky: Hope he won’t tell the rest of the

girls about Bragadier’s return.
Teddy got to us and as soon as his eyes
landed ku Bragadier he stopped on his
tracks.

Teddy: Hayi…Ezile??

Bragadier: Sho, Teddy.

Teddy: Himani, guys chomi yenu iyaporha

nantsi ime apha.

He said scared moving backwards, Akhona

tried calming him down.

Akhona: Baby mamela, this is really Ezile.

Teddy: What…
He looked at Ezile and blinked several
times before collapsing, Akhona chuckled
and I quickly grabbed a bottle of water in
the Quantum.

Lucky: Mvuseni bethuna, yhini omnye.

We chuckled and I threw a small amount of

water on his face, he gasped and sat up
from the grass. As soon as his eyes landed
on Bragadier again, he stood up and ran to
the direction of his car screaming.

Mahle: Eeee?

Andile: Ne drama ke lomntana.

Akhona laughed and ran after Teddy, we

laughed watching the scene. If Teddy is
reacting this way, how the fuck are the rest
of the ladies going to react? Worse
uMafungwashe…

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INSERT 151.
TEDDY GXAKA.
Ever felt like you are in a night terror but
awake? That is how I felt when I laid my
eyes on Bragadier, he is dead moc lomntu
and I’m seeing a damn ghost.

Me: Akhona ndiyeke marn!

Akhona: Baby hima, listen would you?!

Me: No marn, akho listen ngandawo chomi

yakho is haunting me.

He laughed and held me tight in one place,

my heart was beating out of proportion.

Akhona: You not seeing things baby,

Bragadier is really alive.

Me: How? You guys scattered his ashes

moc, unless…

I looked at him backing away, I swallowed

feeling all sorts of anger.
Me: You guys faked his death! Is that why
you didn’t want Yondi and his mother to see
the body?!

Akhona: Ewe we faked his death, for a very

valid reason.

Me: By hurting my friend in the process!

Yhuu Akhona, ningama gqwirha. Yazi
ninagama gqwirha!

Akhona: You can’t tell anyone about his

return yet-

Me: Rhaaa ndizomxelela uYondi mna, I

don’t hide things from my friends!

Akhona: Baby mamela! Yondi is the reason

why we called you her.
I looked at him feeling livid, I clicked my
tongue and walked pass him going back to
where they parked their black Quantum. I
picked up a brick and threw it their way, I
was aiming for Bragadier but it missed him.

Me: Mnqundu we ghost! Do you have any

idea what you put my friend through? All of
you here!

Sive: We had to. It was either that or shit

was going to go bad-

Me: Mqundu we shit, in fact umnqundu

wenu nonke!

Lucky: Phola Teddy, phola…

Me: Sies ningama gqwirha, umntu
ningambulala ehleli nani moc.

Bragadier: Jonga Teddy, ungasi yuca all

you want after you confirm adress ka Yondi
with us.

Me: I won’t do lo kak! Niyandiva?

Akhona: Baby please, we need to go to

Botswana and talk to Yondi.

Me: Why don’t you guys track her down?

Andithi you implanted us nge GPS.

Mahle: We did and we found her location,

but ingxaki is that it’s not the usual one.
I exhaled trying to calm myself down, I
closed my eyes for a minute. Yondi
changed her home address and moved to a
new suburb that side.

Me: I will tell you guys, only in one

condition.

Bragadier: Anything Teddy, I just want my

woman and our son.

Me: Whatever decisions Yondi makes, you

guys have to respect them without any
hassle.

Andile: Akho wei, so tell us ke. We want to

leave as soon as possible.
I sighed and told them where they will find
Yondi and they thanked me. I looked at
them with so much hatred for what they did
to my friend, Akhona tried touching me but I
yanked him away.

Me: Sundibamba. Yazi nizi zinja?

Nkosi: Please don’t tell anyone else about

Bragadier’s return, until we are back from
Botswana.

Me: Nxxx, bloody fucken honds!

I said walking away from them feeling all

sorts of angry, if I feel like this for what they
did to my friend ndi sure Yondi will feel
worser than me. I got in my car, started the
ignition and drove off to my house.
[AT MY HOUSE.]
I was pacing up and down, with my phone
in my hand wondering if I should call Yondi
and tell him about yonke lento or what. My
door opened and Mpumi got in, I paused
and looked at her all red.

Me: Mpumi yintoni?

Mpumi: They back Teddy, they are out!

Me: Who?

Mpumi: My ex high school friends,

baphumile etrogweni.

Me: No..how, haibo uxolo chomi.

I gave her a hug, ndi sure she is feeling all
sorts of emotions I mean those were the
same people who tried to sell her off just to
get money. She sobbed painful and I
hushed her, I quickly pulled her hand and
lead us to the couch.

Me: It’s okay chomi, anything you want I’m

here.

Mpumi: How are they out? They were given

udilika jele ababantu.

Me: Mpumi look at me.

She looked at me and I wiped her tears, no

marn I hate seeing my friends going
through the most.
Me: Tell me ufuna senze ntoni? Just to
make you feel good.

Mpumi: I want to visit one of them,

uSizakele lo bendimbonile just to give her a
warning.

Me: Okay, masambe. Uyayazi uhlala phi?

Mpumi: No andiyazi, but I can get

information on that.

Me: Okay mntase, as soon as you find lo

information just tell me sizoyom nyisa.

She giggled and sniffed, wiping her tears.

Mpumi: Enkosi, thank you for having my
back.

Me: Bitch, I will always have your back uyi

chomi yam rhaa!

Mpumi: I miss Yondi yazi, don’t you?

Me: I miss her everyday, but ndi sure

uzobuya soon ngoba-

I stopped talking and bit my lower lip, fuck I

almost slipped my tongue about Bragadier’s
return.

Mpumi: Ngoba ntoni?

Me: Ngoba she has to come back, she
promised to come back.

Mpumi: The death of Bragadier fucked her

up nyani, just hope she found her peace.

Me: The last time I visited her, she was

glowing ke sarna. Yamazi Yondi nge glow
kaloku, I even thought she was pregnant!

We laughed and nyani guys, I really thought

she was pregnant but the bitch assured me
she is not and uyi born again virgin. Yondi
is crazy shame, plus I’m happy she is
opened a branch of her business that side.
·
·
Few hours later, I was packing up my
clothes in my suitecase ngoba my plan was
to go with the gents to Botswana. I want to
be there for chomi yam when she finds out
there are traitors, ndi sure she will not
handle it well. Akhona barged in my room
and frowned looking at my suitecase, full of
my clothes.

Akhona: Baby whuzet ngoku?

Me: What does is look like? Ndiya

packisha.

Akhona: And where are you going?

Me: I’m travelling with you fools to

Botswana.
I walked to my closet and got what I
wanted, when I turned he was standing
before me.

Akhona: No awuzo hamba nathi.

Me: Why not? I want to be there for my

friend, ngoba I know she won’t stand yonke
le shit yenu.

Akhona: We will handle Mafungwashe,

wena you have work.

Me: Akhona if you think you will try making

excuses for me to not go, unyile! Ndiya
hamba nge nkani, and andidlali.
I closed my suitecase and he sighed
clenching his jaws, I sat on the edge of the
bed.

Me: Why did you guys do such cruelty?

Akhona: We didn’t like what we did, but

besingena choice.

Me: Ndi hurt shame. Ngoba I thought you

guys cared about Yondi and her feelings,
kanti nix.

Akhona: You know we care about Yondi,

don’t be like that.

Me: Then why put her through such

misery? You guys saw how she was
affected by yonke lento, yet you kept lying
to her face. She asked you guys countless
times if y’all know anything about Ezile’s
death, or y’all faked it ngoba it had missing
pieces but nina nathi hayi.

Akhona: Sthandwa sam-

Me: Akhona hamba apha, ndifuna ugowa in

behalf of my friend. You guys should’ve told
Yondi your plans and avoid putting her
through misery, ngoba she is very good at
keeping secrets and she is very trustable.
Nxxx!

I walked to the ensuite and shut the door

close, locking it ngoba I knew he was going
to come in here if I didn’t. I looked at myself
in the mirror and swallowed holding my
tears, they are really evil to do such to
Yondi. She didn’t deserve any of that.
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INSERT 152.
YONDI MNDINI.
It was Tuesday morning and I was driving
my son to creche, we had to be there
before 08:00am ngoba it’s a private creche
and their rules are taken serious.

Me: Junior are you okay?

Luzelwande: Ewe mama, but funa ulala.

Me: Nditshilo ke uba sleep early izolo, but

wena you went on and begged me to watch
Trolls with you.
Luzelwande: I’m sorry, mama.

Me: It’s okay baby, mama is not angry

evha?

He smiled and gave me a nod sitting on the

passenger seat, all strapped up kwi saftey
belt. I know it’s dangerous to have him sit in
front kodwa yi toddler, but his car seat
broke on Sunday and we have to buy a new
one today ngoba izolo bendingena chance.

I drove in my son’s creche, after showing

the security Luzelwande’s access card.
They have high and strict security apha, no
wonder we pay so much money for just
creche fees. I climbed off the car as one of
the lady guides approached my car to take
Junior.

Me: Hello, how are you?

Guide: I’m good Ms Mndini, how are you

this morning?

Me: I’m awesome.

She opened the front door and unstrapped

Junior, while I took out his bag from the car
trunk. I watch my some freely talk to the
creche guide, at least he is happy and that
makes me happy.

Me: Ina ke Juju, mommy loves you ne?

Luzelwande: Why ungathi “I love you”
Yondi? I want to hear the “I”…

The lady guide giggled and I smiled

bending to his level and held the side of his
face.

Me: I love you, sanalwam.

Luzelwande: I love you too, baby.

He gave me a peck and hugged me, arrgg

marn I live for this cute moments. We pulled
out the hug and he waved before holding
the guides hand, I smiled watching them
walk away and chat.

[AT WORK.]
I was sitting behind my desk talking with
Queen P over the phone.

Me: So uthi lo sisi wenze ntoni?

Queen P: She harassed one of our

employees, claiming that she designed her
dress kakubi.

Me: Which employee is this?

Queen P: Thandeka Mvalo, worse umntana

wabantu went all out designing this dress.

Me: How is Thandeka?

Queen P: She is okay, but you can tell

emotionally she is not doing well.
I sighed leaning back on my chair with my
phone on my ear, I hate it when people
mistreat my employees.

Me: Jonga uhmm…ndicela unike Thandeka

some few days off, tell her ndithi she should
see someone in case of trauma.

Queen P: I will do lonto. Ohh and everyone

in the office said I should thank you for
raising our payments.

Me: Ohh it’s a pleasure, you guys deserve

le raise ngoba nenza a very good job.

Queen P: Okay. So should I give lo sisi

ubethe uThandeka number yakho? She
claimed ufuna ukwenza a personal
complaint apha kuwe..

Me: No mnike, but give her le ye business

inumber not my personal number.

Queen P: Okay, bye darling.

Me: Bye, darling.

I chuckled in disbelief, actually I am so

worried about Thandeka kengoku. We
should refund her imali yakhe so she can
go find a better person to design her dress,
I refuse to let people treat my employees
like trash rhaa.

A while later, I was out at the mall trying to

find a suitable baby car seat for my son.
The store assistant had to help in and
eventually I found what I needed, I
purchased the car seat and put in the cart
going out the store. I went to get some few
snacks for me and Luzelwande and when I
payed for everything I left the store.

While pushing my grocery cart to a parking

lot, I frowned noticing a white Audi parked
behind my car. I went to the drivers window
and knocked on the window, the window
rolled down and a yellowbone dude
appeared.

Me: Excuse me, but you do realize this is

no way to park.

Guy: Ohh, says who?

Me: Sundibuza kaka bhuti, just remove your
car behind my car.

Guy: Ohh so you Xhosa? Heard your tribe

has really crazy woman.

Me: And I am one of them, so remove your

car please.

He chuckled and I moved back as he

stepped out if his car, he smells good
shame. He closed his door and leaned on
his car, then lit up his cigarette.

Guy: And if I don’t want to?

Me: Guess I will to have to give you the

experience of a crazy Xhosa woman.
Guy: Go ahead, I love my woman crazy.

He blew the smoke on my face, I clicked my

tongue and opened my car boot then
placed my plastics full of snacks there. I
chuckled in annoyance, kanti uzonya lo
mnqundu womTswana. I put the baby car
seat on the backseat of my car and showed
the guy my middle finger.

Guy: O bata go nyela, ke ga ko thuba ka

clapa.

Me: Umnqundu wakho wethu!

He tried approaching me but I quickly got in

my car and locked, he stood the and
chuckled. I rolled down my window halfway
and looked at him wearing my sunglasses.

Me: Remove your car behind my car wena

moto wamodimo!

Guy: I won’t do that.

Me: Okay, sharp sarni.

I started my ignition and revved my car

looking at him, he threw his cigarette on the
floor then stepped on it.

Guy: Don’t test me woman, I dare you to

run over my car!

Voice: Motho wame, and then?

I looked at the lady wearing a blonde weave
hug him, she looked at me then frenched
kissed her man. Is she trying to prove
something? Inoba ucinguba ndincwase
indoda yakhe…

Me: Ye wethu sanundilinga!

Lady: Excuse me what?

Me: Tell your man to remove his car behind

mine, before I retaliate for real!

Guy: I said I won’t do that.

Me: Heeee hayi li shwangusha, nanku

Yondi ezo banjelwa eBotswana.
I reversed my car bumping it to his, he
looked at me with his mouth open in shock.
The lady started to swear at me, I drove my
car forward again and looked at him.

Me: You said Xhosa’s ladies are crazy,

ndathi I will make you experience our
craziness if you don’t remove my ka.

Lady: You bitch!

Me: Yhee fokof! Utsho ngo mbatsha apha

le ntwala! Wena, remove your car or I will
do more damage!

Guy: You lucky I like you, otherwise you

were going to pay for this.
Me: Yhey futsek, susa lento yakho marn!

Lady: Did you just tell her you like her in

front of me!

The guy walked away ignoring her, she

gave me a dirty stare before following him
to the car. I looked at them through the
rearview mirror then chuckled looking the
dent I made on his door, he got in and
drove off.

Me: Nxxx ngazondi nyela mna, tshini bawo.

I drove off hoping I didn’t damage my car

that much, yhuu sarna people know how to
ruin our moods.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I was washing the dishes and Junior was at
the lounge watching some cartoons, when
the doorbell rang. I frowned wondering who
could it be at this time? I walked out the
kitchen and looked at my son comfortably
laying on the couch.

Me: Stay here baby ne? Mama has to see

who is at the door.

Luzelwande: Okay, mommy.

I walked to the door and opened, I quickly

stumbled backwards in shock breathing
heavily looking at Ezile.

Me: What the fuck?!

Ezile: Baby, ndim…

Me: No, no, no, no. You died!

My heart raced as he walked in, I quickly

grabbed the small elephant vase on the
small glass table and threw it towards him
screaming. He quickly ducked and it hit the
wall, there is no way in hell I’m being
haunted by my boyfriend’s ghost.

Luzelwande: Mommy, what is going on?

Ezile looked at Luzelwande who came from

the lounge, no I’m seeing things.

Me: Junior go back to the lounge baby.

Luzelwande: What is daddy doing here? I
thought you said he is an Angel…

Me: You can see him?

I looked at Luzelwande and he nod, I felt

tears trickling on the tips of my eyes while
Bragadier stood there gawking at our son.
No kuya thakathwa eBotswana, I have to
go back to South Africa moc. Just then his
friends and Teddy came in, I looked at them
and let my tears fall while shaking my head.

Me: No, what is going on? Teddy…

Teddy: They lied to you, to all of us.

Bragadier was never dead, they faked his
death.
Me: What?

I suddenly felt tongue tied, so all the pain

I’ve been through was for amasimba? I felt
my chest closing in, Teddy came to me and
told me to breath. How can I breath when I
just found out my dead boyfriend was
basically alive this whole time, I felt
Luzelwande’s little hand grip mine and then
andazi what happened after that.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 153.
EZILE FANATHI.
Fuck! After Mafungwashe went
unconscious, Teddy had to take
Luzelwande to his room and distract him.
We were now at her big lounge, waiting for
her to regain conscious…I was so nervous
because Yondi could do something
unpredictable once she is concious, I hate
how I had to put her through all that pain
but I had to.

Me: Eish bafethu, my heart feels heavy.

Akhona: Ngakulinge umelwe yi ntliziyo,

don’t you dare.

Yondi shifted and just then Teddy walked in

the lounge, he ran to her before I could.

Teddy: Chomi, chomi you fine.

Yondi: Junior…uphi?
Teddy: In his room, watching some
cartoons.

Yondi sobbed and that literally pained my

heart, Teddy helped her sit up right and
hugged her.

Mahle: Mafungwashe, we sorry-

Yondi: Shut up! Shut up marn ngoba you

don’t mean it.

Me: Baby?

She looked at me and pain together with

frustration was written all over her face, I
swallowed the lump on my throat.
Yondi: I can’t be around you all, ngoba
nindenza umsindo.

She stood up and rushed out the house,

Teddy looked at us with anger and followed
Yondi.

Sive: No sibhayizile majita.

Andile: I’m sure she will come back calm,

lamntu is calmness in human form.

Lucky: Ngeke mfethu, there will be no

calmness this time ngoba what we did is
unforgivable.

Me: I’m worried eish.

Mahle: Ndithi mna we tell her everything,
from A-Z.

So here is what happened…We owed an

Italian Mafia a favour, he unexpectedly
came to South Africa and claimed he
wanted me specifically to help him get rid of
some dangerous, most feared mafia in his
country so that he can be in charge. I
refused ngoba kaloku he came at the wrong
time, I mean that was the time Yondi just
gave birth. He threatened me ngo Yondi,
and that is what scared me ke ngoba Yondi
is my everyrhing…so I had to do whatever
he wanted. He told me that I will have to go
to his court with his crew for training for a
year, before we could start planning on how
to get rid of his competition.
I agreed ke nam, ngoba my fear was to lose
Yondi while there was a option to not lose
her. One thing I know is that when Italians
threatens to kill your loved ones, they will
kill them in front of you and I just wasn’t
ready for yonke lo trauma. The gents
wanted to come along but Raphael, that’s
the mafia’s name…he refused and said we
could probably betray him if we all came
along. So that’s how I had to fake my death,
we had to plan yonke lanto ye death yam in
fear that Raphael might come after Yondi.

I was very heartbroken to leave my woman

with a newborn, but I was doing it for my
safety. My father was in the plan, I wanted
to tell Yondi but I couldn’t ngoba she was
going to expect me to call her while I’m
gone but cellphones were not allowed in
Raphael’s court ngoba he is afraid of
snitches.
Nkosi: Aww Junior!

I snapped out of it and looked at my son, he

is so grown and beautiful.

Junior: Uphi ubaby?

Mahle: Usaphumile noTeddy, she will come

back ngoku.

Junior: Is she okay now?

Akhona: She is fine…don’t worry she was

just shocked to see your father.

I couldn’t get my eyes off my son, he is my

replica just that he has Yondi’s skin colour. I
snapped out of my trance when I felt Junior
stand between my legs, he smiled looking
at me and then melted my heart.

Me: Sho, nyana.

Junior: You my father? Mama always

showed me your pictures, saying you a
Angel watching over us.

I chuckled and picked him up, I sniffed and

gave him a hug shedding some tears. He
hugged me back and the love I felt for him,
my little twin.

Junior: Sulila dyan.

We laughed namajita, tshini where did he

hear that from? Ndi sure these fuckers
taught him ezi wei, I wiped my tears and
swallowed looking at him.

Me: Ndithule ke.

Junior: Ubuphi? Are you going to leave

again?

Me: I won’t leave mfethu, I’m here to stay

forever.

Junior: Cool. Why didn’t you visit me in my

dreams? Mama said angels visit us in
dreams.

Me: Uhmm…I couldn’t because I-

Mahle: Hebethuna, why are you stattering
tatakhe?

Me: Kancane joe.

They chuckled and I kissed my son on his

forehead, then gave him a hug. I smiled as
he wrapped his little arms around my neck
and laid his head on my shoulder. So
Mafungwashe made sure to tell our son
about me? Nothing makes me happy than
that. Now I’m just worried about her.

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××××
YONDI MNDINI.
I’m hurt yet happy at the same time. I’m
hurt because they lied to me and watched
me suffer, and I’m happy that Bragadier is
still alive and back. If Teddy wasn’t here
andazi what I would’ve done, ngoba this
really isn’t easy to fathom.

Teddy: Are you good now?

Me: Just one more shot and then ndizoba

grand.

Teddy: Okay. Bartender!

He called the bartender ordered 1 shot, he

wasn’t drinking just that he was watching
me drink.

Me: This is something I least expected from

people who claims to care about me.
Teddy: I’m as angry as you are, what they
put you through is bad.

Me: Yhr ne..

I drank the shot and told him ndi ready to

go, he paid and clinged to my arm as we
walked out the bar. Minutes later Teddy
parked my car on the driveway, I sighed
looking ahead.

Me: I just hope I will manage to kewp my

calm, Ted for the sake of Junior.

Teddy: If uzoba betha banye, I’m willing to

help. Yayazi soloko ndi ready.

We shared a laugh as climbed off the car, I

exhaled and we walked in the house going
to the lounge. We found them drinking
juice, while Junior was fast asleep in Ezile’s
arms.

Teddy: Let me take Junior to his room.

Me: Enkosi mntase, ubukho bakho yi

oxygen.

Teddy: Hayike wena.

He giggled and took Junior from Ezile and

walked to the room with him, I couldn’t even
look at these 7 men who suddenly felt like
strangers to me. They stared at me as I sat
on the one couch, I chuckled sadly looking
down.
Me: I asked you guys multiple times if Ezile
was really dead, and your answer was
“Yes”. Caba you guys rejoiced seeing me
miserable?

Akhona: Mafungwashe no, we didn’t.

Me: Then why did you guys go to the extent

of hurting me like that?

Teddy: Ask them, nxxx.

He pulled the fluffy treestump chair and sat

next to me holding my hand, I couldn’t even
look at the gents andazi noba it’s hurt or
what.

Ezile: It wasn’t our intentions to do so.

Me: You did it knowing what you were
doing, so you guys intended to hurt me.

I sighed feeling so tired suddenly. Bragadier

started to tell me about why he did what he
did, what caused him to do it and yonke
lanto. I get that he was trying to protect me
ne? But why not give me a heads up ke.

Me: Ndidikiwe nini, andiyazi noba ndithini

njee. Y’all enjoyed seeing me miserable,
icacile moc nizi enemy because only
enemies enjoys to see their enemy
miserable.

Andile: Mafungwashe-

Me: Ndicela uthule, please.

I closed my eyes holding in my tears,
andazi noba I’m being dramatic or what but
it hurts shame.

Ezile: Baby can we talk privately, please

sthandwa sam?

I swallowed and stood up walking to my

room, he followed behind me and once we
were in the room I had a break down. I
couldn’t hold it anymore ngoba, if tables
were turned I would’ve at least put him in
the know.

Me: Don’t come near me.

Ezile: Baby wam, I’m sorry for all the pain

I’ve put you through-
Me: You promised to never hurt me, but
what you did was way worse than hurt. You
did a very cruel thing…

I looked at this handsome man while crying

a river, I could tell he wanted to come and
hug me but I want none of that.

Me: I want nothing to do with you and your

friends. Cacile moc you guys never really
cared about me.

Ezile: We really care about you. Baby, I

care about you and ndiyaku thanda Yondi.

Me: Suxoka, Ezile! If you honestly love me

as you say, you would’ve told me about this
Italian Mafia shit…not pretend to be dead
and leave me miserable, knowing very well
I just gave birth!

He finally held me in his arms, I tried

pushing him off but it was useless since he
is too strong. I cried as he kept apologizing,
wiping my tears and kissing my face none
stop.

Ezile: Uxolo baby, what I did was very

selfish and foolish. I was trying to protect
you and our son, ngoba had I not do as
requested the Italian Mafia was going to
murder you.

Me: Did you have to fake your death, Ezile?

Ezile: I knew if I told you the real truth
bendizomane ndifuna ukufonela and get
distracted kula mission.

I chuckled feeling all sorts of hurt, I

removed myself from his embrace and
sniffed looking at him. He looked like he
wanted to cry, but he was holding himself.

Me: I forgive you. But just know that what

we had, iphelile. You ruined it, I still love
you but ndoyika that you don’t love me as
much as I love you.

Ezile: Uthetha ububhanxa-

Me: You don’t trust me, Ezile. Do you know

I had to resign at work, ndiyavuma no one
forced me to. But your so called “death”
really damaged my sould and heart.

I wiped my falling tears and took off the

promise ring he gave me from my finger, he
swallowed looking at me and while
clenching his jaws.

Me: Your promises, you broke them so take

le ring and give it to someone who
deserves it. I want nothing to do with you
and your friends, the only thing
esidibanisayo ngu Luzelwande.

Ezile: Baby, mamela…please don’t-

I stepped back as he stepped forward, I

hand him the ring and he took and quickly
grabbed my hand pulling me to him. He
looked at me with teary eyes…

Ezile: Don’t do this baby, I refuse to lose

you.

Me: Please Ezile, please give me

space…hambani apha.

Ezile: I won’t give up on you, I lose you for

my selfishness baby. Ndizolulwela uthando
lwethu, I told you sohlukaniswa kukufa mna
nawe. Ngomso I would like to spend the
day with Junior, I will fetch him in the
morning and bring him back later…Ndiyaku
thanda Yondi, asoze ndiyeke ukuthanda
futhi.
He kissed my forehead and walked out, I
took the side lamp and threw it against the
wall because of anger. It broke and Teddy
came in the room running, I held on to him
crying as he hugged me. How will I ever
forgive them for putting me through such
pain and misery?

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