NKOSENYE

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NKOSENYE

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MaNgema:Are they dead?
"No, we need to get out of here".
MaNgema: How could he have found us?
"I don't know. I thought you were careful."
MaNgema:I was.
"We need to go".
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"Lwando... Wake up..."
Lwando groans and slowly flickers his eyes open.
Lwando:Nqo....
Nqobile: You're okay bro. You're okay.
Lwando:Fuck what the hell is happening here? My head hurts.
He tried to move but realised his hands were tied. Nqobile too.
Nqobile:I don't know. MaNgema asked me to help her look for her phone in her car and next thing I know something hit my head and I woke up here.
I'm sorry, I should have listened to you when you said I should lock myself in my room.
Lwando: It's okay sis. I mean, we trusted MaNgema.
Nqobile:What does she want with us?
She asked with a shaky voice, realising that it's her reluctance that has led them in this position.
Lwando:I don't know.
Nqobile:Do you think she wants the throne?
Lwando:Could be.
A while later, MaNgema entered the room with two older men. Lwando looked at them, one of them had a familiar resemblance to his father.
Lwando:Mah what is this? What is happening!?
MaNgema: Don't you dare call me your mother you brat!!!
She hissed flaring up her nose.
Lwando:What do you want with us? Please just let my sister go. You can do anything you want with me, but please don't hurt my sister.
MaNgema laughed.
MaNgema:Ahhh as always. Everything is about Nqobile, even Nqobile the mother; everything was about her. Well not anymore. You see your mother, she was a thorn in my life.
Lwando: Don't you dare badmouth my mother. You know very well it wasn't her choice!!
He doesn't like it when people badmouth his mother, in his eyes; his mother was this perfect, sweet and innocent human being. He doesn't want anyone ruining that image.
MaNgema:Oh please! She could have ran away if she wanted to. But asikho lapho. Listen, this is Menziwa's brother and his son is the one who has to sit on the throne. At first, I wanted the throne for my daughters but now here is the perfect candidate.
Lwando:Ubhuti ovumbukaphi yena loyo?(A brother from where?) All these years where has he been?
The man spoke,''I was..
Lwando cut him off feeling annoyed.
Lwando:Did I say you should speak? Did you even hear me saying I need to hear your filthy voice!?
The man swallowed feeling the heat, he has never been told off by a boy ever in his life.
MaNgema rolled her eyes, she wants this over and done with. If they remove Lwando & Nqobile, her children's future will be secured. She knows others may judge her, but she's doing what any mother would do. She was lucky enough to find Menziwa's long lost brother, Nonzulo was starting to be weak so she took matters to her own hands.
Lwando:So what is the plan here!? Kill us and take the throne? You would really go to that length Mangema!? After raising us and showing us love!? That was all a front!?
MaNgema looked at him as she felt a ping of guilt. No lies, she has loved the twins all these years.
MaNgema:Take care of them, will you?
She says to Menziwa's brother.
The other man walks to Lwando and lands a punch in his face. Nqobile screams a little.
MaNgema:Shut up witch!!!
It doesn't even make it better that she is the exact image of her mother.
She takes a gun from her handbag and aim it at Nqobile who had her eyes closed waiting for death. The hate written on MaNgema's face is proof that she wants her gone. Lwando is still taking the punches, his face all swollen up and blood everywhere. Slowly losing strength, he felt himself getting weaker and weaker. Looking over at his sister as the bullet flew out heading to her direction. He slowly called out her name and it was lights out.
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SONTO

I dropped off my CVs today I hope I get called back for an interview. Now I'm at the mall just pampering myself. It's been a while since I took myself out and enjoyed. I'm now eating at a restaurant and I decide to just scroll through Facebook to pass time.
I come across a very disturbing post.
"A very sad weekend as the Prince buries his father only for his friends to be poisoned. A friend's son had died following the poison. Condolences to the Gumbi  family. God be with you".
I couldn't believe my eyes. There  were pictures attached, pictures of Mpendulo and Nkosenye. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. This must be a joke, Mpendulo can't be dead.
Oh God! Nkosenye!
I read the comments.
"Ohh shame, they probably wanted to kill the Prince. Royal feuds!"
"Ukuqina nje! Babeyaphi because they are not family!( Where were they going because they are not family?"
"Thank God I'm not royalty. "
"The child looks so young shame. How old was he?"
I clicked my tongue and got off Facebook. I tried calling Nkosenye's number, don't ask me how I got it. It didn't go through. I sighed and picked up my bag going out of the restaurant. I don't even have the appetite for eating anymore, the news just broke my heart. I know Mpendulo is not my child, but I was with him for three months. Maybe I should go down to KZN to pay my respects.
I go to my car and try unlocking the doors but my hands feel slippery and the keys fall to the ground. I curse and crouch down to pick them up but a hand beats me to it. I look up and it's a man.
"Here", he gives them to me with a smile plastered on his face.
Sonto:Thank you.
I try opening the doors but I feel shaky.
"Are you okay?", he asks concerned.
Sonto:I'm.. I'm okay.
"Hey hey", he wipes my tears and takes the keys from me. He opens for me and helps me inside. He gets on the driver's side and buckles up. I take the tissue from my bag and blow my nose.
"Everything is gonna be okay. Where do you live?"
I tell him the address and he drove to my apartment. He helped me get out of the car and he locked it and we headed to my apartment. I opened the door and we got inside.
Sonto:Thank you for bringing me here. I wouldn't have been able to drive myself.
"It's okay, you didn't seem okay. You still don't look okay. "
Sonto:I just found out that my son passed away.
I pressed my lips together, realising how much this hurts. Will they even allow me at his funeral!?
He moved towards me and gave me a hug. Being in his arms felt right. I felt safe from the dangers of the world. I snuggled closer to him and let my tears fall. He brushed my back gently.
"I'm sorry. Losing a loved one is a pain I wouldn't wish on anyone else".
Sonto:I never even got to spend more time with him. It hurts.
"Shhh, let it all out baby."
Sonto: I'm sorry for this. I'm such a mess. I didn't even ask for your name.
"It's okay, my name is Ranger".
Sonto:Ranger? As in go go Power Rangers?
He laughed softly.
Ranger:I get that a lot.
I smiled and pulled away from his arms.
Sonto: I'm okay now. Thank you for what you did for me today.
Ranger:Oh? You want me to leave?
He looked down, he looked disappointed a bit.
Sonto:No, I don't mean you should leave. You can stay. It's okay.
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Bonga tried calling Noma again but it rang unanswered again. He sighed thinking deep about his life, it seems like he has no direction. I mean, what really is he doing? He is  fooling around with Zozo, at the same time chasing after Noma. Not to forget Nontando, who has suddenly turned into a psychopath. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back on the couch.
Zozo:Babe. I need a few bucks.
Bonga:I gave you money yesterday Zo.
Zozo:Yeah it wasn't enough. I need more.
Bonga:I don't have it.
Zozo: Come on Bonga.
Bonga:I said I don't have it. Now leave me alone!
He shouted a little.
Zozo: What's up with you? Are you okay?
Bonga:Yes.
Zozo:It's Noma isn't it? You are moping around for her. Oh my God! You love her!
Bonga: That's bullshit. I don't love her.
Or does he? Or is he convincing himself that he doesn't?
Zozo: Continue lying to yourself darling. Just send me that money.
She walked away, waiting for a notification soon.
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NONTANDO

I'm scrolling through Facebook with the phone Bonga bought for me. He never returned since that day that I chased him with a knife. I agree, that was out of line but I had this sudden urge to kill him. God! Am I going crazy?
I come across a trending post that Mpendulo has died, from poison. I blink my eyes rapidly reading it over and over again. But it's true, my boy is really gone. I try to dial Smanga's number, I know it by heart.
Smanga:Hello.
Nontando:Smanga why didn't you tell me that Mpendulo is dead?
Smanga: Nontando? That you?
Nontando:Yes that's me..
Smanga:I was still going to tell you, I'm sorry. I was still processing the news. We should meet so that we can make funeral arrangements.
Nontando:Funeral arrangements with me? Count me out on that. You remember when you took out my teeth? You treated me like a piece of dirt!? I will never forget the look you had in your face. I hate you Smanga Gumbi! And Mpendulo's death, I hope it haunts you forever. He did good by dying, I know you will never recover from that. You deserve every bad thing coming your way, your brother should have died too. God is fighting for me.
I clicked my tongue.
Smanga:Goodbye Nontando.
He dropped the call and I sighed. I sent him a text message.
{You know that it is your fault that Mpendulo died. If only you didn't take him to that funeral, he would still be alive. But then, I guess God had his way and wanted to make you pay for what you did to me}.
I pressed send and threw the phone against the wall and it crashed into pieces. I scratched my hair and went to the kitchen. I took a knife and cut myself on my arm. Blood gushed out.. Ahhh, my heart felt at ease.
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To be continued....

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