Mvelo
Mondays afternoon are the most peaceful days of the week in this household, everyone is coming back wherever exhausted as hell, it's just me and my 3 brothers I'm the only one who's still in high school, Tumi is driving taxis, Qaphelani is running the family business with Lunga. Today I was suppose to cook but I didn't do that, yesterday I bought food for these people there's no way I'm doing double the job.
"yes wena Masaka!" (yes ! you crackhead) Tumi stomping his left foot infront of me
"and then?" I ask while going through my phone, not even looking at him I know exactly what he's about to ask
"kudliwani namhlanje?" (what are we eating today?) Langa asking while sitting down.
see? I said it FOOD these grown ups should get married fast I think.
Silence
Langa is our older brother, he likes to act as if he's our father but we're used to it
"akusakhulumeki madoda?" (you guys can't speak now?)
"I'm going to the rank" Tumi says as he closes the door
"uphathe inhloko lapho ka MamZo" (I say shouting) MamZo sells zulu food by the rank, she's the best cook.
"Letha imali" Tumi
" mxm" Me, inhloko doesn't even cost R50.
I take my phone trying to ignore Lunga because I know uzongihlala emqaleni (he'll be on my case) ,I go through my contacts instead.
"fuck!" I just remembered something.
"sekuthukwa nenhlamba la kwa Hlase?" (you're swearing now?) Lunga
"sorry" I continue... "what a fuck up! "
(Lunga on his phone) "yini Mvelo? " (what is it Mvelo)
" I need a number" Me, yes we open like... that what Lunga taught us.. how to be united talk to each other tell each other everything. brotherhood.
"a number?" Lunga asks he looks confused he even stop staring his phone all eyes on me now with faces that says continue
"yea yenye ithekeni esigeleza nayo (yea, this other hun from school) " Me
"why didn't you ask for it la ogeleza khona?" Lunga asks standing up, Mhh good question.
"akezwa uMvelo, you can't be speaking this language of yours it's either you speak English or Zulu, you hear me?" that's Qaphelani, he's similar to Lunga but he's better than him, he's the more understanding one
"ngiyezwa bhuti" (I hear you) I've been reprimanded a lot about this language even at school but ke I thought it was cool.
I decide to go to my room, I asked Zizipho to send me Thingo's number, after a lot of begging she did. I decide to call and see if it's really hers.
Ringing*
Ringing
Thingo: Hello
Me:Hey Nomkhitha* this is Mvelo
Thingo:Mvelo Mvelo Mvelo ohhhh who gave you my number? I'll kill Zizipho
Me:nah don't worry about it stwerk(a), Zizizpho isn't involved
Thingo:so you're stalking me now?
I decide to ignore that question for now.
Me: how are you feeling now? You didn't seem too well at school..
Silence
Thingo:I'm okay just a headache
Me:you should get some sleep but don't forget that the Investigation is due tomorrow
Thingo: weee please send me the answers dude
Me: (laughing) are you mad?, sukuma lapho uyeke ukudla (get up and stop eating) and do that Investigation
Thingo:mxm
Drops the call
Me: (giggles)Haibo this girl thinks she's living in a movie
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Zimpande Zamathonga (unedited)
General FictionThingo is a city girl that has been constantly hearing whistles from people she can't physically see; since the age of 7. 10 years later her father takes a decision of cutting home schooling and he takes her to a secondary school where things change...
