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You already recently rated this item. Your rating has been recorded. Write a review Rate this item: Preview this item Preview this item. Zandile the resolute Author: Dudu Busani-Dube Publisher: Pretoria, South Africa: HlomuPublishing, Hlomu series. I walk on to sit on the bed and take my shoes off, leaving them there on the floor.
He walks to me, picks the shoes up and put them somewhere in the closet. Now what? I just sit there, he takes off his jacket and stands by the closet looking at me. And then he walks towards me. I stand up. He stands behind me, pulls the side-zip down and the dress drops to my ankles. I feel his lips touch my shoulder and his hands going down my arms. He undoes my bra, drops it to the floor and cups both my breasts in his hands.
His hands move downwards to my waist, my stomach, I put my hand over his, his skin is still as soft as it was. He starts unbuttoning his shirt. I raise my eyes, they meet his. He keeps unbuttoning with one hand and another caressing my back. But this is Nkosana, he gets what he wants, when he wants it. But he shocks me. I dreamt about it too, a lot in the early years.
But now, I want to know him again, I want to know more. I quickly pick up a bath towel neatly folded on the couch next to the bed and cover myself. I pull him by hand to the bed. He lies down. I lie next to him with half my upper body on top of his chest, my hand on my cheek, and I look at him. He laughs and looks away for a second. And then, when we were done, you lay like this, exactly like you are now and looked at me. I blush. I was so young and so in-love.
He was 17 but looked like a grown man. That day, we both sneaked out of school and went to his home. I think I agreed because I was worried that if I said no, another girl would say yes. Every girl at school and the village was mesmerized by him, with all the Zulu boys. But, we all knew they were a no-go area, the whole community hated and feared that family.
We both laugh. But his smile disappears very quick. I know what just crossed his mind. I smile and shake my head. I wished you were here, lying next to me like this, even when I was with…….. I thought he said he could wait. But that must have been a hard relationship. To be honest, I resented her for being in his life. His hand moves again, downwards this time.
Were they that many? I thought he was going to die the day he got it. I remember screaming and trying to pull him away from it all, he kept pushing me behind him with his arm. He was still fighting, even when he was injured and bleeding. Had things ended differently on that day, I would be Mrs Ngqulunga today. From the little that Nkosana has told me about them, they seem to have come from proper homes with normal childhoods.
Nkosana left me alone for a few hours yesterday to go buy me stuff I need, but he flatly refused to buy me underwear so I still have to wear the one I used in jail and some ugly dress he came back with. I remember she was staring at me like some psycho. And this family, all of them, they are all I have. I killed my mother and my father probably never wants to see me again. Nkosana said they tried to bring him closer after they confronted him about that attack that left Mvelo dead and after they found out that he had nothing to do with it, he even attended that year wedding anniversary.
And to be honest, I want nothing to do with him either, not after what he did to me when I was young. Maybe I must give him sex soon so he can lighten up. I raise my eyebrows. For what I did to my mother? I see two cars parked outside. Oh I saw that yesterday. Nkosana is standing next to me, also quiet. I return it but this is a bit awkward. She smells nice, like money and her hair is on point, atleast I have something in common with someone in this family. Do you need help? Sambulo has walked on, I think to the porch with Nkosana.
Is it that bad? The last time I saw him was about four years ago when he just rocked up to visit me because Nkosana was too busy. She nods. She became quiet and stopped whatever she was doing the moment he walked in, stood with her arms folded and dropped her eyes when he greeted her. For lunch or something? I laugh. She seems shocked by this, oh! The innocent comfortable ones, they know nothing about the outside world.
Nice girl. And why am I in the kitchen, alone, when everybody is doing their own thing somewhere all over this house. Very glamorous. She pushes the door open and freezes when she sees me. I move my face before her hand reaches me. Is this for real? She drops her eyes and scurries off to the lounge. This one too? He takes my hand and I follow him out of the kitchen. Some things never change! I sit next to Nkosana on the couch outside in the porch, Sambulo and Qhawe are sitting across us, looking at me.
It becomes quiet. Someone needs to break the ice. He sits next to the other two. I sit and stare at them. They all laugh out loud at the same time. Nkosana has his arm around my shoulder, he pulls me close to his face, looks at me and smiles. Just in that moment Gugu struts in with a bucket of ice and a tray full of alcohol. I see they still bully the little ones. I think Nkosana can sense that my mind is no longer here.
I turn around when I hear a toddler screaming. He turns around and with the biggest smile on his face he stretches his arms out and takes her. There, at the doorway is Mqhele, standing and staring at me. He was always going to say the most random thing. If I were to sit and count all the scandals he put us through when he was a teenager, it would take the whole day. Behind him is a familiar face. He puts his arm around her shoulder the moment she appears.
He is pulling her by her hand but she pulls away, he turns around to look at her and she gives him what seems like an assuring look. He sits next to his brothers. Now four of them are squashed together on a three-seater couch, staring at me with gigantic eyes.
They all laugh. I laughed too when Nkosana told me about it although I knew it was serious. Hlomu has come to sit next to me. I turn around to look at her. She looks better today, a bit more presentable although I must say that she is too plain for my liking.
She laughs. I might as well go because this man of mine has forgotten all about me, his attention is on this giggling toddler he is holding. I notice that Mqhele looks at Hlomu from the moment we stand up to when we disappear into the house.
His eyes move with her. Hlomu is still pulling me by hand. She looks thinner than she did the last time I saw her.
Oh she was pregnant by the way. Mqhele appears from out of nowhere. He goes straight to her and puts his arm around her waist. He whispers something in her ear and she laughs and raises her face to kiss him on the lips.
She has to stand on her toes to reach his face, just like I do with Nkosana. They catch me staring and they let go. He leaves. Our eyes keep meeting, in a rather awkward way. She knows what I want to talk about but I have a feeling she wants me to raise the subject first.
Why does that hurt me a little? She finds it somewhere and pulls out a corkscrew from the drawer, a wine glass in another cupboard but she puts it back immediately and pulls out a coffee mug from another cupboard. She knows exactly where everything is. She offers me some but I refuse it. She shrugs. I always pictured her hugging them and taking them to school and laughing with them in moments that were supposed to be mine. She raises her eyebrows.
The door swings open. I thought a hug was coming but then that would be unusual. He looks different, he used to be the scruffy one. He blushes and looks away. His face softens. The girl behind him has been standing there like a statue. She looks scared. The girl still looks scared. She looks at me and says a reserved hello.
I wonder what this is all about. I wait for the door to open. This is a rather uncomfortable moment. I smile and hush him to walk on. He hesitates a little but walks on eventually. He seems a bit different from all of them. I turn around and there he is, his hands behind his back. He looks exactly like Nkosana looked before I left. I walk to him. He cries more. I have no choice but to put his head back on my shoulder and wait for him to compose himself.
Nqoba appears and dissappears immediately when he sees us. That naughty smile of his appears. I laugh out loud. When I look at him again, his face has changed to serious, his eyes intense, I swear I just saw Nkosana there in him. His front teeth are missing.
Oh wow! Strange that the kid was able to figure that out. It really is you, that sketch has been around forever. I look down and the toothless one has gone back to causing chaos with the others. They all head for the door at once but one is on her hip.
She hands him to me when the kitchen is quiet again. I hold him tighter and try to put his head on my shoulder but he resists, he wants to look at my face instead. He is sucking on his two fingers, Sbani used to suck on the same fingers when he was a baby, I had to put chillies on them so he could stop. I remember how angry Nkosana was when I did that. He looks at her, and then me, and then he smiles and touches my face.
My knees get weak, I have to sit. Hlomu rushes out. I hear her shouting: Nkosana sees me on the floor and raises his hand. They all disappear at once. He says nothing. We sit here until little Mvelo starts fidgeting , he must be bored and wondering why we are hogging him.
We both stand up, Nkosana opens the door for him and he runs off. We take that walk back to the porch. Their wives are sitting at the dining table drinking things from coffee-mugs, except for that other one who still looks scared. I might as well join them. Gugu nods. Amanda looks at me.
That look again. I give up! The house is spotless. He gives me the look. I pick them up and put them in the closet. The truth is we work hard and give the women we love everything, they make home and take care of our children. At the end of the day, no matter what crazy things we get to do or they get to do because they have too much money, we know that when shit hits the fan, they will be here.
At first he looks confused. He runs his hands from the top of my shoulders down my arms, and kisses the back of my neck. He slips his hands under my dress, they are warm, they caress me all the way up to my hips, my waist, my back until he pulls my dress over my head and leaves me completely exposed.
I wrap my arms around me. I feel his fingers between my skin and the helm of my panties, he pulls them down once and they drop to my ankles. I take a deep breath. Our eyes have been locked on the mirror throughout this. He pulls my arms apart and looks at me in the mirror in front of us. He tries to turn me around to face him but my body is stiff. This is the man you love Zandile, let him love you…. He undoes the bra and throws it on the floor. I am fully exposed in front of the mirror with him behind me, still fully dressed.
I quickly put my hand over the scar on the left of my stomach. Our eyes meet on the mirror again. Our lips meet but he stops just as I return the kiss reluctantly. He kisses my neck…. He stands up and turns me around before he kisses the back of my neck all the way down to the back of my thighs.
And then he turns me around to face him again. I look down and our eyes meet again. He puts one hand between my thighs to separate them. I feel his lips first before his tongue coming in. I make the first sound since all this started. His hands are on my bums, he pushes his tongue deeper and before I can stop myself my hand is brushing his head.
My knees are shaking. He stands up again and kisses me on the lips. He cups my breasts, they fill up his hand. I remember this, he used to love doing it.
He lies on top of me, careful not to let his body loose. He again kisses me from the neck down, all the way to my thighs. He opens my legs wide and I feel his tongue coming in, I almost sit up. He restrains me by holding both my arms down with his hands.
I keep quiet. I need him too, but……my body is tense. He struggles wit the three first pushes and then I feel him, all of him inside me. He moves in and out about three times and whispers again. He wants me to let him into my heart, mind and soul. I wrap my arms around his back, he pushes harder. Slowly I feel my body letting loose. The more he moves the less the strength I have to fight him…… He feels it too.
He holds me tighter and moves faster. I hold him tighter, too tight. I remember him. He pulls out just as my moaning grows louder. He turns me to lie on my side, he lies on his side too, facing me while pulling my leg up and slips in again. He slips one arm under my neck and pulls my face close to his. I tighten my arms around him.
He moves faster and my body gives in. He waits for it stop trembling.
He pulls out and hold me tighter. I try to pull him back in. Surely he should have thought about that before asking me this stupid question. This is a different car from the one we used that other day. Oh, which reminds me. He frowns. I woke up feeling great this morning after the night we had. We have to be back home by noon so that I get a couple of hours to prepare something before they arrive later this afternoon, and to prepare myself for whatever they will come with.
I was told this morning that I have to fill up the giant closet and the multiple shoe-shelves, today. Nkosana insists that I look great but I know I can do better. He pulls me by hand as we enter the elevator that takes us up to a chain of stores and restaurants lining the pavement.
He waves at a man standing outside one very manly shop as we pass. Why is everybody looking at us? Everybody stops and stares when we walk in. He lets go of my hand and goes to sit on a chair next to the shoe section.
I walk to Nkosana. Within minutes I already have four dresses hanging over my arm. I pick out two tops and look at him before taking a pair of jeans, he used to be uncomfortable with me wearing pants, I never understood why but I learnt early that some battles are not worth pursuing.
I give everything to her and move on to the shoe section. I pick out three pairs of high-heels at once and some sandals. I catch him staring and smiling. He always has something ready to say. He swipes and we leave. He pulls me inside the shop swiftly. We come out with two full bags of just underwear. We go to several more stores before he complains about being hungry. I thought he was the one who wanted this.
I wonder where that is. A man in a suit meets us at the door. He turns to look at me with his hand still stretched out. I look at Nkosana, not sure if I should return the handshake or not. I keep smiling, he keeps staring, his hand still stretched out. The guy notices and smiles at him, but the smile is not returned. Another man appears just as that tension is starting to get too uncomfortable for me. Only Nkosana can do this, only him can change the whole atmosphere in a place just by being there.
He also keeps glancing at me and looking away. The manager looks surprised but turns to look at me. He looks at me, no smile and no affection on his face.
I shrug and walk on to the glass shelves lining the whole store. I turn to look at Nkosana, he stands up and walks to me. The manager is next to us by the time I finish speaking. Why does this manager look nervous?
He goes to the back and comes back with two other men. They unlock the glass-top, take it out and hand it to me. I try it on, it fits perfectly. Nkosana pulls out his wallet. I give the ring back and one of the men disappears with it to the back. He pulls me by hand to the counter. He raises one eyebrow. Nkosana is too calm about this. Maybe I should drink something to calm my nerves, but no. I feel better now that I look better, I think. We hear a car pulling up outside and my stomach turns.
Any person who heard this conversation would be shocked to find that we are two parents talking about their children, we sound like two scared kids right now.
The door opens, we hear footsteps coming towards the lounge. God be with me please! Behind him appears Lwandle. They are so tall! Nkosana looks at me and puts his hand over mine. I look at both of them. He is Nkosana, the hostility, the calmness and the command, he is Nkosana in every way. They already know that. They are really grown men now. I did say there was a Mqhele in him. He looks at me and then him. Everything we did and every lie we told was to protect you.
Your mother was never supposed to come back home, she was going to spend her whole life in prison……. I told him to try and control himself no matter how bad they are.
They both just sit there and stare at me. I need to fight this battle myself. He stands up. I said sit! Did you ask him?? Did you ask him who he left us with when he disappeared every Sunday to visit you?? Nkosana tries to stand up but I pull him back down. It was not your choice to make! Lwandle stands up too. This is your mother! They all sit down after what felt like a blazing fire! She beat us, no, she beat me, I let her beat me so she could not get to Mvelo. I never thought the consequences would be that.
I was sure we were doing the right thing. We all sit quietly for some time. We look at each other, probably not. We say nothing. Sbani takes a deep breath. What are your plans? He needs to calm down, he said he would. Why should I stay here? I drop my eyes again. He stands still. This child! Qhawe moves towards him and they stand facing each other, none of them wants to back down. He sits after what seems like a century. So what if she made bad decisions?
Did we not all raise you and care for you? So what now? And where on earth is Nkosana? He walks in. I look at him, he is staring ahead. I stand up and walk out. I hold on to the rails as I climb the stairs, if I let go now I will fall. I run to the bedroom, the door is wide open, I close it and throw myself on the bed.
This is not happening! Why did I come back here? I should have killed myself the first night I slept in that prison cell! I should never have come back to this place! This family! This man!
I should have married Gwaza!! I should have stayed at home and never come to Joburg to look for him! I should have listened to my mother!!! I stand still. The bedroom is in tatters, the side lamps are broken on the floor, the clothes from the closets are all over the bedroom, the picture frames are broken and the curtains pulled down. What did I do? I never sweat.
I wish I could cry, I wish I could. He looks down. How am I going to look them in the eye through all this? He locks the bedroom door behind us when we we walk back. Judging by the look on their faces, not much has changed. I sit down, Nkosana sits next to me and puts his hand over mine. I had left home to look for your father after I found out he was here in Joburg.
We were both young and struggling financially and we had no plan but when we found out I was pregnant we were both happy. Your father wanted to do the right thing so we agreed that I should go home and tell my parents. I knew it was going to be difficult but I was hoping that in the end they would understand. But when I got there………. They both just sitting there staring at me. Qhawe is on the single couch next to them.
They sit quietly. They must know this. You were never a mother to us and….. Qhawe is pulling him back! Lwandle is pushing Nkosana off his brother! Nkosana slowly gets off Sbani who is crouched on the couch with his arms over his face. Lwandle moves away too.
They all return to their seats eventually. Lwandle is crying. I stuck and iron hanger in her neck and watched blood gushing out of her. I stood over her, watching and counting each breath she took until the last one!
She never took her eyes off me and I never took mine off hers until the last bit of her disappeared! It felt peaceful, I felt free, it was all over at last!! I walk to stand infront of them, very close to them.
She spoke a lot about her two children and how both their fathers left the day she told them she was pregnant. She was so positive about life, I think my friendship with her is part of what kept me going because she never lost hope, no matter what.
Her story was almost similar to mine, bad childhood, bad parents. She too never believed I would ever get out of jail but she was happy when I did. Sometimes I wished she would meet and maybe fall in-love with Nkosana so she could be a mother to my children, but that was just me lying to myself, I could never let go of Nkosana or allow him to love another woman, not even if I tried.
I might as well go take a bath and go downstairs. Something is……. The bathroom too. Now, Nkosana was always a romantic and very loving, to me, but this I could never have expected from him. I put them both on the toilet seat and run a bubble bath. Maybe I should try that shower one of these days, he never uses the bathtub, he always uses the shower which is big enough for about ten people. I could never join him in there, anything that reminds me of prison I would rather avoid. How and when did she get here?
I forgot people work. When did you get here? I did say these people are too comfortable in this house. She moves very comfortably in the kitchen, it looks like her kind of thing, she is after all the mothering and problem solving type.
The food looks nice, bacon and eggs and a croissant and grated white cheese. I say nothing. She gives up after a few seconds and starts talking again.
They were not prepared for this, nobody prepared them. You know, talk about things and try to find a way forward. She talks a lot of sense I must say. She gives me no reaction. That was a quick change of atmosphere. And she must start making some effort in the way she dresses, those tight jeans and tight t-shirt and a scarf with pumps are not exactly appealing.
But it will have to do for today. Where are you going? He laughs and walks on to dish himself some food. I sense that Mpande is a little well-behaved around Hlomu. I think he regards her as a mother or big sister. Errrrr hell no! We keep quiet. He shrugs. Why was he here again? Hlomu is as confused as I am.
I go upstairs to fetch my handbag. She notices me looking around when we are inside.
I will exercise my right to remain silent on that. Oh that. But what can I say? I put them on. I think I bought enough clothes the other day but I guess this is what my life is going to be like now. I might as well get with the programme. People are looking at us here, some even stop and stare when we walk past them.
Do you know that he wears a size twice his age. Not even a hello? She shakes her head and says: She has no idea. This is the one thing we used to fight about with Nkosana, him wanting to control what I do and when I do it. Does she really care about that? She smiles and shrugs and pulls me to the next shop we see.
Someone rushes to us again. Her phone beeps. She reads a message and smiles to herself. She already has a pile of things over her arm. The whole store becomes quiet. They stand and stare at each other before the lady walks off and straight to the door and out the store. She suddenly looks angry. She goes straight to the paying-tills after this. I guess this is the end of out shopping trip. She leads me to a restaurant.
We are seated and fussed over the moment we arrive. She orders a glass of wine, let me not jump into conclusions. I want steak but let me order a salad too. I heard she was only 23 when she got married, I was about that age too when I almost got married.
I had two children already. She must be really something special because Mqhele is……. She puts the glass down and looks at me. She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip from her glass again. I nod reluctantly. I just studied in jail because I could but I never thought it could be of any use.
And can I really be a lawyer with a criminal record? I used to be a journalist. My plan was to make it big with my career but then….. Infact, he will help you out. Her salad is just leaves and olives, atleast mine has some chicken strips. Shop and have lunches and…. She puts her fork down and sits with her arms folded. Did you know her?
She gives me a disapproving look. But, who is Nokzola? They both pull chairs from another table and join us on ours. This is rather strange. Hlomu looks at me. I hear a sound of chairs moving.
There are men standing up from different tables. No no no, have we just been insulted by some strangers? And she wants us to leave? Were you referring to us? There are about five men surrounding us. The whole restaurant staff is standing and watching. Who are they again? Hlomu takes my handbag and pulls me by arm all the way to the door.
You just walk away? I will never let anyone talk shit like that to me, I know how to fight for myself. She starts the car and drives off. What does she mean?
We are not exactly famous for good things, and stuff like this makes it worse. So we have to sacrifice ourselves? This life is definitely not for me. Her phone rings. It goes on speaker. She signals with her eyes that I should speak. Not true. Did that guy hurt you? Did something happen to you? Who told him? What is going on here? The phone rings again. Urgh, why does he sound so angry? Both of you!
Another call, I guess the whole family will be calling. A video? What restaurant was this..?
She takes a deep breath and continues driving. She seems too worried about all this. She takes a deep breath before opening the car door.
I take it we are in trouble. We find him standing in the kitchen, rage all over his face. I expect Hlomu to start explaining but she keeps quiet. His eyes are on me. So is Hlomu. He pulls out a Heineken from the fridge, opens it and drinks half of it at once. He looks at her and then at me. We are all still standing in the kitchen. People are going to start digging and everything is going to be out in the open.
His phone keeps ringing, he ignores it.