FOREVER LOVE

PROLOGUE

The sunlight streams through the floor-to-

ceiling windows of Brio Restaurant, nestled in
the heart of Sandton, casting a warm glow on
the bustling dining area. Waiters, dressed in
crisp black and white uniforms, glides
effortlessly between tables, their polished
shoes clicking on the marble floor. The aroma
of freshly baked bread and exotic spices wafts
through the air, enticing patrons to indulge in
the culinary delights.

Amidst the lunchtime rush, Scelo, a seasoned

waiter, moves with precision, balancing multiple
tables with ease. His eyes scan the entrance,
anticipating new arrivals. Maria, his manager,
discreetly gestures to Scelo, nodding toward
the entrance. "Scelo, table twelve, please."
Scelo swiftly adjusts his tie and makes his way
to the incoming couple. A tall, imposing figure
with a commanding presence, accompanied by
a stunning woman with piercing brown eyes
and tied black hair, walks into the restaurant. As
they walk into the restaurant, Scelo greets them
with a warm, professional smile.

Scelo: Welcome to Brio, sir, madam. Right this

way, please.

He leads them to their table, and steps aside.

Scelo: Will you be dining with us today, or would

you prefer our lounge area?

The woman smiles graciously. "We'll dine here,

thank you."

Her companion surveys the restaurant, his gaze

lingering on the other patrons before
responding, "Make sure our service is
exceptional, Scelo. We don't have much time."

Scelo nods, unfazed by his assertiveness.

Scelo: Absolutely, sir. I'll ensure your dining

experience is top-notch. May I start by taking
your drink orders?

Scelo takes their drink orders, recommending

the restaurant's signature cocktail, and
promptly relays the request to the bartender. As
he awaits for their drinks, he observes the guy's
domineering demeanour, noticing how he
orders for his lady without asking for her
preference.

He wants to talk about how arrogant and rude

this guy is but his professionalism kicks in,
reminding him that his job is to provide
exceptional service, not to make friends.

Scelo: Sir, madam, your drinks will arrive shortly.

He announces, refilling their bread basket but

the guy barely acknowledges Scelo's presence,
instead he is focusing on his phone calls and
texting. The lady offers a warm smile. "Thank
you, Scelo. This place is lovely."

Scelo: (smiling) I am glad you like it, madam.

We strive for excellence.
Just as Scelo delivers their appetisers, his
phone discreetly vibrates in his pocket. He
glances at the screen, and his heart skips a
beat.

"School pickup!" the reminder reads.

Panic sets in; Scelo had completely forgotten.

He hastily excuses himself, almost knocking
over a tray of drinks in the process. Glass
shatters. Liquid splashes.

The guy's voice rises above the clatter. "What is

wrong with you, man? Can't you see we're trying
to have a civilised meal?"

The lady places a calming hand on her partner’s

arm. "It's okay, Scelo. Accidents happen."
Scelo's face flushes with embarrassment as he
apologises,

Scelo: I'm deeply sorry, sir, madam. Please, let

me clean this up immediately.

The guy frowns, "Unacceptable. Get your

manager. Now."

Oh boy, Scelo takes a deep breath and

summons Maria, his manager who rushes over
to assess the situation.

"I apologise for the inconvenience, sir," Maria

says. "Please allow me to offer you a
complimentary dessert or—"
The guy cuts her off. "Just get this incompetent
waiter away from our table."

The lady intervenes, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Themba, please. It was an honest mistake."

Scelo's eyes meet the lady's, and for a fleeting

moment, he senses understanding and
empathy.

Maria's expression remains calm as she

addresses Themba, "Understood, sir. I'll ensure
your dining experience continues seamlessly."
She turns to Scelo, "Scelo, may I have a word
with you?"

He nods and follows her, feeling everyone’s

eyes on his back as they walk to the staff area.
As soon as the door closes behind them, she
turns to look at him.

Maria: Scelo, what's going on? You're one of our

top waiters. This isn't like you.

Scelo: Maria, I'm so sorry. I completely spaced

out. I have to pick up my youngest from school,
and I just got a reminder. I couldn't focus.

Maria: Go, Scelo. Take care of your daughter.

Family comes first.

Scelo: Thank you, Maria. I really appreciate it.

Maria: (smiling) Don't worry about this incident.

I'll handle Themba and his woman. You go
home and focus on your family.

Scelo: (exhales, feeling a weight lift off his

shoulders.) Thank you, Maria. You're the best.

Maria: Don't worry about returning today. We'll

manage.

Scelo quickly gathers his belongings and exits

the staff area, feeling a mix of relief and guilt
about everything turned out. He loves his job
and takes it very seriously. Maria returns to
Themba's table.

Maria: Sir, madam, I apologise again for the

inconvenience. I'll personally oversee your meal
to ensure its excellence.
The lady offers a warm smile. "Thank you, Maria.
That's kind of you."

Themba's scowl lingers, but Maria's composed

demeanour gradually diffuses the tension.

*
*
*

Scelo arrives at the school, his mind still

replaying the incident at the restaurant. He
pushes aside the worry, focusing on the bright
spot in his day: picking up his children.

As he steps into the kindergarten section,

Minenhle, his 3-year-old chatterbox, spots him
and squeals, "Dada!" Running into his arms, she
gives him a tight hug. He lifts Minenhle onto his
shoulders, beaming with pride.

Scelo: Hey, my little Mimi! How was your day?"

Minenhle excitedly recounts her adventures,

barely pausing for breath. "Dada, we sang
songs! And painted! And played with blocks!"

Scelo listens attentively, chuckling at her

animated expressions. He traps Minenhle in her
car seat and drives to the nearby school to
fetch Iminathi and Nkosinathi from their
respective classrooms.

Iminathi, his 6-year-old daughter, greets him

with a shy smile. "Dad, I got a star for my
drawing!"

Scelo: Wow, Imi! That's amazing! What about

you Nathi?

Nkosinathi, his 9-year-old son, is more reserved

and tends to be shy sometimes.

Nkosinathi: I have maths homework, can you

please help me with it dad?"

Scelo: Of course, Nkosi. We’ll tackle it together.

They walk to the car with Scelo reflecting on his

blessings. Despite the challenges, his children's
love and innocence rejuvenate him.
During the drive home, Minenhle continues her
non-stop chatter, while Iminathi and Nkosinathi
engage in a lively discussion about their day.
Scelo smiles, feeling grateful for this ordinary
yet extraordinary life.

He pulls into his driveway, and his children

excitedly run to the house.

Scelo: Okay, kids! Let's get those uniforms off

and start homework,

After taking off their uniform, he sits down with

Nkosinathi in the living room and assists him
with his homework while Minenhle plays with
her dolls nearby. Iminathi reads a book on the
couch. Scelo patiently explains maths concepts
to Iminathi.
Scelo: You're doing great, Nkosi. Just
remember, subtraction is the opposite of
addition.

After homework, Scelo prepares a simple yet

nutritious dinner – chicken stir-fry with
vegetables.

Scelo: Who wants to help dad with dinner?

He asks, and Minenhle quickly raises her hand.

Together, they cook and set the table. Scelo
ensures everyone has bathed before dinner. As
they eat, Scelo engages his children in
conversation.

Scelo: What did you learn today, Nkosi?

Nkosinathi: We learned about fractions in
maths, Dad.

Scelo: That’s great, you're growing up to be a

brilliant mathematician.

After dinner, Scelo washes the dishes with the

help of his son and begins preparing for his
night shift as a bouncer at Club Velvet in
Sandton. He makes sure to tuck his kids in bed
and hands Nkosinathi his phone before leaving.

His son knows that the phone is only for school

work and to call him in case anything happens.
He doesn’t like leaving his kids alone the whole
night but he is a single father. His kids deserve
the best life than the one he had growing up
hence he is breaking his back working hard for
them.

He knocks on his neighbour's door, Mrs.

Mthembu, a kind-hearted woman with a
daughter around Minenhle's age opens.

Mrs Mthembu: Evening, Scelo. How are the kids?

Scelo: (smiling) They're doing well, thanks for

asking. I'm heading to work now. Would you
keep an eye on the house, please?

Mrs. Mthembu: Of course, Scelo. Don't worry, I'll

watch over everything. You know I'm always
here for you and the kids.
Scelo: Thank you, Mrs. Mthembu. You're a
blessing to us.

As Scelo heads out, Mrs. Mthembu calls out,

"Stay safe tonight, Scelo!"

Scelo waves goodbye, locking the door behind

him. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing
for the demands of his night shift. He kick-
starts his car and drives away playing hip hop
music and jamming to it. The traffic is not bad
as he expected, he arrives at Club Velvet, a
sleek and modern nightclub in Sandton. He
changes into his bouncer attire – a crisp black
shirt and trousers – and begins his patrol
around the club.

As patrons arrive, Scelo scrutinises each

individual, assessing potential risks. His trained
eyes scan for signs of intoxication, aggression,
or suspicious behaviour.

At the entrance, Scelo greets familiar faces and

exchanges nods with regulars. Newcomers
receive a firm but polite warning: "Enjoy yourself,
but respect the club's rules and other patrons."

Inside, Scelo monitors the crowd, deftly

navigating through the pulsating throng. His
presence commands respect, and patrons
instinctively make way. Near the bar, Scelo
notices a woman struggling to fend off an
overly persistent suitor. He swiftly intervenes,
calmly escorting the unwanted admirer away.

Scelo: Are you okay, ma'am?

She smiles gratefully. "I’m fine, Thank you,
Scelo. " she says and he notices that she is the
lady from the restaurant earlier. He clears his
throat preparing to leave but it’s too late
because the lady calls him by his name. He
turns and looks at her smiling.

“ I remember you from earlier. My name is

Ndalonhle Zungu and I am sorry about how my
fiance reacted. He has a temper and was
having a rough day.” She explains and he nods.

Scelo: I understand, we all have those days. Are

you here alone?
Ndalo: No, I am meeting my friend for her
birthday celebration and I guess I am early. As
usual.
She laughs and Scelo chuckles. He wants to
say more but decides not to so he walks away.
At the back of his mind he asks himself what is
a beautiful calm and humble woman like her
doing with that jerk?

That guy looked rich, maybe that’s the reason.

Scelo checks his phone for messages from Mrs.
Mthembu or his children. Satisfied that all is
well, he returns to his post.

To be continued...

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[06/11, 08:34] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 1
NDALOENHLE

She is on her second drink when Thato finally

arrives. Her eyes light up with excitement as
she embraces her friend warmly.

Ndalo: Hey girl!

Thato: Sorry I’m late, traffic was crazy!
Ndalo: You are always, I'm not even mad. You
look amazing, the weight gain suits you.
Thato: Thanks friend but no baby on board, just
good food and money.
Ndalo: (laughing) Of course.

They sit down, and Thato orders her drinks

while Ndalo gives her the birthday present.
Thato screams excitedly seeing the earrings
and watch Ndalo get for her.

Thato: Friend, thank you. I’ve always wanted

these.
Ndalo: You are welcome love, I knew you would
love them.

Thato’s drink arrives and they take videos and

selfies before he gulps it down.

Thato: So how is life with Themba?

Her mood drops immediately at the mention of

his name, she looks at her ring and sighs.

Ndalo: Friend, things are…complicated.

Thato: Oh no, what’s wrong?
Ndalo: Intimacy-wise, it’s getting worse. I
thought moving in together would improve
things, but…
Thato: What do you mean?
Ndalo: Themba is not putting in the effort. It
feels like we are roommates, not partners.
Thato: I am so sorry Ndalo. Have you talked to
him about it?
Ndalo: I have tried but he says I’m being
dramatic, we are fine.

Thato: Ndalo, I think you need to take the

initiative to spice things up. It's too early in your
relationship to experience this drought.

She nods, considering her friend's words.

Thato: And honestly, marriage won't magically
fix things. If Themba's not making an effort now,
it'll only get worse.

Her eyes widen, realising the truth in Thato's

statement. Could that happen? Their
relationship is only a year and a few months,
could it be that the honeymoon phase is over
already?

Thato: Plan a surprise getaway, or a romantic

evening. Take charge and show him what you
need.

Ndalo: You're right. I've been waiting for him to

make the first move.
Thato: Time to flip the script! Show Themba
what you're working with.

Ndaloenhle: (laughing) Enough about my

relationship, how is marriage treating you?
Thato: It is treating me so well, I married my
best friend and I have no regrets. That man
loves me and for the first time I don’t get to
second-guess it.
Ndalo: I am happy for you, friend.
Thato: Thank you, love. You will also experience
it one day.
Ndalo: (sighs) How when Themba is denying
me sex?

Thato laughs and they dance and sing along to

the music, lost in the moment. Scelo passes by,
his broad shoulders and chiselled features
catching their attention. Thato playfully fans
herself.

Thato: Oh my goodness, look at that! He's too

handsome to be a bouncer.

Ndalo: (chuckling while shaking her head) I

know him, actually. He's the waiter from Brio
Restaurant.

Thato: What happened? Sounds like there is a

story there.

Ndalo: Themba made a scene, complaining

about Scelo's service. It was embarrassing.

Thato: Ndalo, is your man okay? That behaviour

is not normal.

Ndalo: (shrugs) I don't know, Thato. He's been

stressed lately, but that's no excuse for how he
behaved.

Thato: I hope you won't ignore these signs.

Keep your eyes open, girl.

Ndalo: It’s not that deep friend bathong, I know

how to handle my man.

As the night wears on, they continue their

carefree dance party, occasionally glancing at
Scelo with smiles. Thato checks her phone and
yawns.
Thato: I think it’s time I head home, girl. I’m
dropping you off right?
Ndalo: Themba's coming to fetch me. Don't
worry.
Thato: Are you sure?
Ndalo: Yeah, I sent him a text and he is on his
way.
Thato: Okay then. I will wait until he arrives.
Ndalo: (laughing) Don’t be silly, he is literally five
minutes away. Go, I will be fine plus I need a
bathroom.

After a while Thato gives in and they share a

warm tight hug, Ndalo waves and watches as
Thato walks to her car and drives away. As
soon as Thato is out of sight, she spots Scelo
across the room and makes her move, walking
confidently towards him.
He notices her approach and smiles.

Scelo: Are you okay? Do you need me to call an

Uber for you?

Ndalo: No need for that. I just want your number.

He chuckles, amused by her directness.

Scelo: That is not a good idea, I don't want to

get you into trouble. You're with someone, and I
respect that.

She nods understandingly, though a hint of

disappointment flickers across her face. With a
polite smile, she walks away and calls an Uber
to her apartment with Themba.

*
*
*

Themba looks up from his laptop, eyes

narrowing as Ndaloenhle stumbles into the
room, reeking of alcohol. He checks the time on
his watch and shakes his head, a whole fiance
coming home at this time.

Ndaloenhle, fueled by her friend's advice,

attempts to take charge, planting kisses on
Themba's neck. Themba pushes her away, with
a pissed expression.
Themba: Ndalo, stop.

Ndaloenhle tries again, but Themba pushes her

off him.

Themba: Stop, Ndalo! I said stop it! Are you

deaf?

Ndalo: (frustrated) What's your problem,

Themba? We haven't had sex in four days!

Themba: Sex is the last thing on my mind,

Ndalo. I have a lot going on.

Ndalo: What about me? Don't I matter?

Themba: Not when you're drunk, Ndalo. I'm not

interested in getting it with someone who can
barely stand.

Ndaloenhle's face falls, hurt and rejection

etched on her features. Without a word, she
stalks off to their bedroom, slamming the door
shut. Themba sighs, rubbing his tired eyes and
opens his laptop.

Ndaloenhle collapses onto the bed, tears

pricking at the corners of her eyes as she
wonders what went wrong. Their once
passionate relationship now feels hollow. While
lying on the bed, she can't shake off the longing
for intimacy. Her fingers trail down her body,
seeking comfort. With a gentle touch, she
begins to explore herself, reigniting dormant
desires.
As pleasure builds, her thoughts fade, replaced
by the sensation of her own caress. Lost in the
moment, Ndaloenhle's worries dissipate. Her
body trembles, releasing pent-up tension.
Ndaloenhle's hand stills, her breathing slows.

She passes out on top of the bed, surrounded

by the shadows of her unfulfilled desires.

SCELO

The club's lights flicker on, signalling closing

time, he begins his end-of-night routine. He
surveys the dwindling crowd, ensuring all
patrons have vacated the premises.

He checks the entrance, securing the doors and

resetting the alarm system. Next, he conducts a
thorough walk-through, verifying that all rooms
are empty. In the staff room, he changes into
his normal clothes, trading his crisp bouncer
attire for comfortable jeans and a fitted T-shirt.

He grabs his phone and wallet, double-checking

for any forgotten belongings. A quick stop at
the restroom for a refreshing splash of water on
his face. He takes a moment to reflect on the
night's events.

The memory of Ndaloenhle's sparkling smile

lingers. With a subtle smile, Scelo shakes off
the distraction. He walks outside and the cool
night air greets him. He takes a deep breath,
feeling so tired.

He starts his car and drives straight home, the

quiet streets provide solitude. His thoughts drift
to Ndaloenhle's forwardness. Scelo chuckles,
admiring her confidence. He opens the door to
his house, greeted by silence.

He slips off his shoes and tiptoes to the

daughter's room. A soft glow from the nightlight
illuminates their peaceful faces. Scelo's heart
swells with love. He gently kisses their
foreheads.

He heads to the bathroom for a refreshing

shower. The warm water washes away the
night's fatigue. Cleansed and refreshed, he slips
into his comfortable pyjamas and climbs into
bed beside his son.

He sets his alarm for 6 am and closes his eyes.

Sleep claims him instantly.
*
*
*

Scelo's alarm pierces the morning calm. He

rises and switches it off. He steps out of the
bed, opens the bedroom windows and heads on
to switching on the geyser for hot water.

After a quick brush of his teeth, Scelo tackles

the day's tasks. He starts with preparing his
kid’s lunch boxes. He prefers doing it himself,
ensuring they eat healthy. He packs the lunches
into their school bags and prepares oats for
breakfast.

He lays out their uniforms, making sure

everything's in order and walks to the girl’s
bedroom. He gently wakes the girls, embracing
them with warm hugs.

Scelo: Rise and shine, my princesses.

Iminathi: Dad, Minenhle peed on the bed.

She says and starts crying as she realises that

her pyjamas are also wet. Minenhle shyly looks
away while Scelo removes the sheets and
throws them in the washing machine. Thanks to
the mattress protector, he is not worried about
it.

Scelo: It was an accident Imi, be nice to your

sister. Come, let’s go take a bath.

He helps them into the tub for a refreshing bath.

After bathing, he leaves them to get dressed
and walks to his bedroom and wakes Nkosi up.

Scelo: Time for your shower, buddy!

Nkosi: (yawning) Good morning dad.
Scelo: Morning champ. Did you sleep well?
Nkosi: I did, thank you.
Scelo: I am glad. Did your sisters have
something to drink before bed?
Nkosi: Minenhle cried for the juice and she had
a little.
Scelo: (nodding) I see. Hurry up so that we can
eat and go.

He makes the bed, then gathers everyone for

breakfast.
Scelo: Guess what? I'm off for two days from
the club.

The kids' eyes widen in excitement.

Scelo: That means pizza and movie night!

Squeals of excitement fill the air. They finish up

eating, wash dishes and grab their bags rushing
to the car. As Scelo prepares to leave, his phone
rings. It’s Palesa, Nkosinathi's mother.

Palesa: Hey, how are the kids and you doing?

Scelo: We are doing well, thanks for asking.
How is it going on your side?

Palesa: All is well. I would love to invite Nkosi

and his sisters for my daughter’s second
birthday.

Scelo: She is two already? Time flies indeed. It’s

okay, I will drop them off. Just text me the
details.

Palesa :Will you be coming with Anelisa?

Scelo: Anelisa left, Palesa. We broke up six

months ago.

Palesa: Aw, how did Minenhle feel about that?

Scelo: Minenhle is a kid, it also helped that I
was involved from the word go so she adjusted.
Palesa: I am so sorry, I liked her for you.
Scelo: It's okay. I've accepted that relationships
aren't for me. My focus is the kids and providing
for them.
Palesa: I will never stop praying for you to find
your own person because you are a good guy.
You also deserves a happy ending.

Palesa, Nkosinathi's mother, stands out as a

beacon of understanding and cooperation.
Scelo's past with Palesa was filled with love and
promise. Their relationship, though short-lived,
left an indelible mark. Scelo cherished Palesa,
valuing her kindness and compassion.

Anelisa, Minenhle's mother, was meant to be

the one. Scelo thought their love would conquer
all. But reality shattered his dreams. Anelisa's
desire for a soft life, free from the burdens of
motherhood to three children while she had one,
drove her away.

Iminathi's mother, though not his girlfriend,

brought joy in the form of his daughter. Their
situationship, complicated and fleeting,
produced a precious life.

Raising his children solo weighs heavily on

Scelo. Unlucky in love, yet steadfast in his
duties. Scelo confronts the harsh realities daily.
Palesa's empathetic nature soothes his weary
soul.

A glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Will he

ever find a woman that will love and accept him
with his kids fully? His fear is meeting a woman
that will mistreat his children while pretending
to love him. He would rather be alone.
To be continued.

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[06/11, 08:34] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 2

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THEMBA

The morning light creeps through the curtains,

casting a warm glow over the room. Themba
stirs, his mind still heavy with guilt over
rejecting Ndaloenhle the previous night. He
knows he has to make it right, to show her that
his love and desire for her haven't changed.

He tosses off the covers and swings his legs

over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly
on the ground. The floorboards creak beneath
his weight as he makes his way to the kitchen.
He needs coffee, strong and black, to clear his
head and fuel his apology.

As he waits for the brew, Themba's thoughts

turn to his work at his father's political party.
The demands of being Deputy Campaign
Manager are relentless, leaving him drained and
irritable. Last night's frustration had boiled over,
causing him to lash out at Ndaloenhle. But this
morning, he sees things clearly.

The coffee is ready. Themba pours two

steaming cups and returns to the bedroom.
Ndaloenhle is stirring, her eyes fluttering open
as he approaches.

Themba : Good morning, my love, I'm sorry

about last night.

He says handing her the cup of coffee,

Ndaloenhle's gaze meets his, her expression a
mix of regret and understanding.

Ndalo: I'm sorry too, for coming home late

and...drunk.

Themba sits beside her on the bed, his free

hand reaching out to stroke her cheek.

Themba: Work's been overwhelming lately.

Dad's party's keeping me on my toes. We are
approaching the elections and he is breathing
down my neck.

Ndaloenhle listens intently, her eyes never

leaving his. Themba knows she understands
the pressures he faces, the long hours and
impossible expectations.

He also knows she needs reassurance, needs

to feel desired and loved. She is a very beautiful
woman with all the qualities, if he doesn’t pick
himself up, he is going to lose her and that is
the last thing he needs right now. He has
enough problems to last him for a lifetime.

Their coffee cups sit forgotten as Themba's lips

brush against hers. The kiss is tender, an
apology and a promise. Ndaloenhle's arms
wrap around him, pulling him closer. Their
bodies entwine, love and connection filling the
space. Themba's fingers graze Ndaloenhle's
skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Her warmth radiates through his touch.

Ndaloenhle's eyes flutter closed. Her lips part,
inviting him in. Themba's pulse quickens. His
mouth claiming hers.

Themba: You are so beautiful.

He confesses and Ndalo blushes, he reaches

for her nipples and caresses them as he puts
his hard shaft inside her mouth. She sucks him
so good, he groans and pulls it out. She sighs
disappointment but he goes for her neck,
leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone,
over navel, and back to her sweety pussy. He
opens his mouth and feast on her clit and she
cries out, digging her nails on his back.

He works her clit with his tongue and pushes a

finger inside her. She raises her hips off the bed
to meet his finger and his mouth. He works her
body until she reaches her climax and she
grabs his hard shaft. He directs it on her
entrances, rubbing it up and down until he
slides it in slowly. He lifts her legs and pounds
her furiously, she holds on to him for dear life,
screaming her lungs out.

Themba: You are so hot, I can’t hold it in

anymore.

He says and slips his hand between their

bodies to locate her clitoris and rubs it.
Themba: I’m coming….

He trails off as he slammed three more times

into her and then he remains still, his breath
ragging in his chest.

*
*
*

Ndaloenhle snuggles deeper into Themba's

embrace, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Ndalo: That was incredible.

She whispers, her voice husky with satisfaction.
Themba's gaze drifts over her face, his
expression a mask of calm contentment. But
beneath the surface, he feels disconnected, his
mind already drifting away from the intimacy
they just shared.

Themba: I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Ndalo: Enjoyed it? That's an understatement.

You were amazing babe.

Themba's lips curve into a small smile, but his

eyes betray his true emotions. He feels relieved
when Ndaloenhle suddenly tosses off the
covers and swings her legs over the side of the
bed.
Ndalo: Time for a shower.

As the bathroom door closes behind her,

Themba lets out a silent sigh. He settles back
into the pillows, his gaze drifting to the ceiling.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping
him back to reality. A message from his father
flashing on the screen.

"Meet me at the office at 2 PM. We need to

discuss the campaign strategy."

Themba's gut twists with dread. He isn't looking

forward to this meeting. His father's
expectations always leave him feeling
suffocated. The sound of running water and
Ndaloenhle's happy humming drifts from the
bathroom, a stark contrast to Themba's
darkening mood.
NDALOENHLE

The warm water cast down Ndaloenhle's skin,

washing away the lingering tension from last
night's argument. She smiles to herself, her
heart still buzzing from the passionate
reconciliation with Themba.

As she dries her hair, she can't help but feel

grateful for this relationship. Themba's love and
affection fills a deep void within her, a void left
by her troubled past.

Amidst the happiness, a nagging doubt crept in.

Themba's distant behaviour after their intimacy
has caught her off guard. She pushes the
thought aside, focusing on the positive.
Themba loves her, and she loves him. They are
soon going to get married and that's all that
matters.

She steps out of the shower, feeling refreshed.

She wraps herself in a towel and walks back
into the bedroom. Themba lies on the bed, his
eyes fixed on his phone. His expression is
serious, his brow furrowed in concern.

Ndalo: Is everything okay?

She asks, dropping next to him on the bed, his

focus changes to her and he forces a smile.

Themba: Yeah, just work stuff.

She nods and gets up from the bed, she walks
to her closet and takes out the outfit of the day.
Her mind drifts back to the club and her
conversation with Scelo. Is it a coincidence that
she met him twice at different locations in one
day?

Thinking of him, she cringes at how forward she

was to him when asking for his numbers.
Probably Scelo thinks she is a loose woman
because who does that with a ring on her finger?
She sighs, maybe she should visit Brio to
apologise for her behaviour but then again,
won’t that look creepy?

Ndaloenhle slips her laptop bag over her

shoulder, checking her phone for any urgent
messages. Themba stands by the door, holding
his own briefcase.
Themba: Ready for today?

He asks and Ndaloenhle nods. They head out

into the crisp morning air. As they walk to the
car, Ndaloenhle's mind shifts to her job. She's a
penetration tester at CyberShield, a leading
cybersecurity firm.

Ndalo: I've got a meeting with the DevOps team

today. We're discussing vulnerability
assessments for their new cloud infrastructure.

Themba: Sounds complex.

Ndalo: (smiling) It's what I love about my job –

constantly solving puzzles and staying one step
ahead of potential threats.
She slides into the driver's seat. Themba
buckles up beside her. They drive away while
Ndaloenhle reflects on the benefits of her role.
She enjoys the flexibility and autonomy, working
remotely when needed. Her skills are in high
demand, and the pay is rewarding.

The Most satisfying thing is knowing that her

work protects people's sensitive information
and keeps cybercriminals at bay. CyberShield's
parking lot comes into view. Ndaloenhle
navigates the lot, finding a spot near the
entrance.

Themba: Have a great day.

Themba says, leaning over for a quick kiss.

Ndaloenhle smiles.

Ndalo: You too.

She gets out of the car and leaves it with

Themba who drives away with it. Ndaloenhle
steps into the office, exchanging greetings with
colleagues as she makes her way to her
workstation. Just as she settles in, her phone
rings.

Ndalo: Mom.

MaCele: Ndalo, sweetie, I need some money.

Her mother says, bypassing pleasantries.

Ndalo: Mom, it's not even month-end yet. I just
sent you money last week.

MaCele: I know, dear, but expenses have risen.

Your father's medical bills are piling up.

Ndalo: (sighs) Okay, I'll try to send something

tomorrow.

MaCele: And what about the wedding

arrangements? Your father is getting impatient.

Her grip on her phone tightens. She is being

tested so early in the morning.

Ndalo: Mom, Themba and I are handling it.

We're just busy with work.
MaCele: Busy? You've been too quiet about this
whole thing. We need to know what's happening.

Ndalo: We're still finalising the venue and guest

list. I'll keep you updated.

MaCele: Fine, but your father wants to talk to

Themba. He's not happy about the lack of
progress.

Ndaloenhle's anxiety spikes and she quickly

says her goodbyes.

NARRATED

Themba strides into the office, his confident

demeanour commanding attention. He greets
his assistant and begins reviewing the day's
schedule.

First on the agenda: a meeting with the

marketing team to discuss the party's social
media strategy. Themba gathers his marketing
team in the conference room.

Themba: Alright, team, let's dive into our social

media strategy.

Their social media manager, Nolwazi, presents

the latest analytics.

Nokwazi: Engagement is up 20% since our last

campaign.
Themba: (nodding) Excellent work. What's
driving this growth?

Nolwazi highlights their successful hashtag

campaigns and influencer partnerships.
Themba suggests adjusting their targeting to
reach a wider audience. The team brainstorms,
tossing around ideas.

Just as the meeting wraps up, a knock at the

door interrupts.

Themba: Sethu!

He exclaims, smiling. Sethu walks in.

Sethu: Hey, Themba. I’ve got news for you.

Their friendly banter fills the room. Sethu
updates Themba on the party's polling numbers.
Themba listens intently. As they discuss the
data, Sethu leans in.

Sethu: Drinks after work so that we can

celebrate the latest numbers? It’s been a while.

Themba: (clearing his throat) Sorry, Sethu. I

have a meeting with my father later. Don't know
how long it'll take.

Sethu: Raincheck?

Themba: (nodding) Definitely."

Sethu exits, leaving Themba to prepare for his
meeting.

SCELO

Scelo wipes down the bar, his muscles aching

from a long morning of prep work. Today, he's
assigned to bar duty, a welcome break from
serving tables. As he polishes a glass, the door
swings open and Zoleka walks in, radiant as
ever. His heart skips a beat.

Scelo: Are my eyes deceiving me? Zoleka!

He exclaims, setting the glass down. Zoleka's

warm smile greets him.
Zoleka: Scelo! Long time no see.

They exchange a brief hug. His curiosity gets

the better of him.

Scelo: What brings you to Joburg? I thought you

were back in the Eastern Cape for good.

Zoleka: I'm here with my family.

We're...ah...meeting someone special.

Scelo: Someone special?

Zoleka: My fiancé. We're meeting for the first

time today.

Scelo: Fiancé? You're getting married?

Zoleka nods but his confusion deepens.

Scelo: I am confused.

Zoleka : Scelo, this is an arranged marriage. My

parents arranged it.

Scelo: (laughing) An arranged marriage? To

someone you've never met? In this day and time?

Zoleka: And to make matters worse...my

parents don't know about Iminathi."

Scelo: Sorry, what did you just say? Your

parents don't know about your daughter?
Zoleka: Scelo, I was just 18 when I gave birth.
They thought I was studying and not having
unprotected sex so yes, they don’t know. My
dad is very strict and paid a lot of money to put
me to varsity.
Scelo: (chuckling in disbelief) So this is the
reason why you dumped her and never looked
back? Your daughter is 6, Zoleka!
Zoleka: Scelo, please don’t say a word. Don’t
ruin this for me please. When everyone gets
here, please pretend you and I don’t know each
other. please.

Scelo processes this bombshell. This woman

doesn’t care an ounce about her daughter? It
doesn’t bother her that Imi doesn’t know her?
He lifts his head up and sees her family walking
and Zoleka nudges him to go. He shakes his
head and walks away. He picks up his glass and
watches Zoleka’s family settling in and just then,
two men walk in.

A face he recognizes very well walks in with a

man that looks exactly like him and joins the
table. Themba, how can he forget him after
yesterday’s drama?

What is he doing here with Zoleka’s family?

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NARRATED

Themba follows his father, Mziwoxolo, into the

restaurant, scanning the room. He can’t believe
he is back here after the incident between him
and his waiter. He is not looking forward to
seeing or being served by that guy again. He
tried talking his father out of this place but he
told him that the people they are meeting are
here.

They approach a table where Zoleka and her

family are seated and Themba wonders who
these people are because he has never seen
them before. He doesn’t need to be told that
they are rich because their presence screams
that. Greetings are exchanged and Themba's
confusion grows as the introduction is made.

Themba: (whispering) Father, what's going on?

Mziwoxolo: (smiling) Patience, my son. You will

soon find out.

Zoleka's Father, Mthembu beams.

Mthembu: Welcome, Mziwoxolo. Thank you for

coming.

Mziwoxolo: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Themba's eyes darts between the families.
Mziwoxolo places a hand on his shoulder.

Themba: What's happening?

Mziwoxolo: We're here for your bride.

Themba's eyes pop. He laughs and looks at his

father, he is not laughing.

Themba: For my...what?

Mziwoxolo's expression remains serious.

Themba chuckles nervously. This is not
happening, what the actual fuck?

Themba: Father, can I have a word with you,

privately?

Mziwoxolo: (smiling) Please excuse us for a

moment, we are going to be back.

They get up from their chairs and steps aside.

Themba: What is this? Are you a prankster now?

Mziwoxolo: I know that you are slow but I don’t

expect you to be this slow. This is your
arranged marriage.

Themba: Arranged marriage? Father, I have a

fiance, Ndalo!

Mziwoxolo: (waving his hand) That's fine. You

can take both as your wives.

Themba: Polygamy? You can't be serious.

Mziwoxolo: (sternly) I am.

Mziwoxolo looks around before leaning in, his

voice low and persuasive.

Mziwoxolo: Themba, my son, this alliance with

Mthembu will secure our party's victory. His
wealth and influence will open doors we never
thought possible.

Themba: This is all business, isn't it?

Mziwoxolo: (nods, unfazed) Politics is business,

Themba. And this deal will benefit us greatly.

Themba: ( shaking his head) You're asking me

to marry a stranger, Father. Someone I don't
love nor know! Have you stopped and thought
about how this will affect Ndalo?

Mziwoxolo places a firm hand on Themba's

shoulder and hisses.

Mziwoxolo: Love is a luxury we can't afford right

now. Think of the bigger picture. With
Mthembu's resources, we'll dominate the
political landscape.

Themba: What about Ndalo? My fiancée?

Mziwoxolo : Ah, Ndalo will understand. Women
love things, Themba. And money unlocks every
door. Bribe her with whatever she wants, and
she'll forgive you.

Themba: You're reducing love to material

possessions? That's not how relationships work.

Mziwoxolo: Sentimentality won't win us

elections, Themba. This is politics and
remember that you owe me. Make the smart
choice.

INSIDE THE RESTAURANT

Zoleka is fidgeting with her napkin, scanning

the restaurant for Scelo. Why did she agree to
meet Themba here? What if Scelo says
something? Her mind races with worst-case
scenarios.

Please, can Scelo just keep quiet? She takes a

deep breath and focuses on Themba. He's even
more handsome up close. Maybe this arranged
marriage won't be so bad.Charming with
piercing eyes… She is wondering what his
character is like? Will he understand her
situation?

Her father's words echo in her mind: "A good

wife is obedient and silent." Themba's chuckle
draws her back to the present. He is pissed and
can’t even pretend but it’s obvious that he is the
type to please their fathers. He is going to do
this, mad as he is.

Themba excuses himself from the meeting,

seeking fresh air and Zoleka joins him outside.

Themba: What do you think about this

arrangement? Please tell me you are not
agreeing to this madness.

Zoleka: I agreed because it benefits my family.

Themba : Benefits? You're trading your freedom

for security. Don’t you have a man?

Zoleka : It's the way of our culture.

Themba: This is not culture Zoleka but

business!For your information, I have a woman.
Someone I love.
Zoleka: That doesn't change anything. You can
still see her.

Themba: You expect me to keep my fiancée on

the side while I marry you?

Zoleka: (nodding) As long as you honour and

respect me as your first wife.

Themba: (laughing) You sound delusional.

Zoleka: (smiling) Yet you can’t stand up for your

so-called fiance to your father. Just play along,
Themba.

Themba shakes his head, his gaze drifting

across the parking lot. Scelo walks into his car
and drives away. Themba's unease grows.
There is something unsettling about that waiter.
He can't quite place it.

Themba: Zoleka, I need to go.

Zoleka: It was lovely meeting you, husband and

remember, Themba, this is just business.

SCELO

Scelo pulls into his driveway, his mind still

reeling from the encounter with Zoleka. He can’t
believe how unmoved and cold she was. She
was young back then but she is an adult now
and she lied about her age.
He will never forget opening the door and
finding a newborn dumped on the door with a
note. This is what made Palesa leave him for
good after giving him a second chance after
their break-up. He was ready to do things right
with her and their son and then Iminathi
changed everything.

He gathers his kids from the backseat, his heart

heavy and focuses on Imi's bright smile.

Iminathi: Daddy, why are you sad?

Scelo: Dad had a long day my angel.

His gaze lingers on Imi's face. She's a spitting

image of her mother. His heart sinks. He always
held onto hope that Zoleka would reach out,
form a relationship with their daughter. Now, it's
clear that's never happening. Instead, she's
marrying a stranger.

His thoughts shift to Ndalo. Isn't she engaged

to that guy Zoleka's arranged to marry? Themba,
was it? He wonders if Ntando knows.

Scelo shakes his head, clearing the thoughts.

He needs to focus on his own life. After settling
the kids, Scelo changes into his running gear.
He hits the road, pounding the pavement to
clear his mind.

The cool evening air doesn't calm his turbulent

thoughts. Why did Zoleka agree to this arranged
marriage? Does she truly not care about Imi?
Scelo's feet pound out a rhythmic beat. He runs
harder, faster. Trying to outrun his emotions.
NDALONHLE

She stirs the simmering stew, her eyes flicking

between the pot and the TV screen. The door
opens, and Themba walks in, looking drained.
She sets aside the spoon and kisses him.

Ndalo: Hey, love.

His lips curve into a weak smile.

Themba: Hey.

Ndalo: Rough day?

She asks handing him his beer. He nods, taking
a sip.

Themba: You have no idea.

Ndalo: Food will be ready soon.

Themba watches her cook in silence, his gaze

intense. Ndalo feels his eyes on her but doesn't
meet his gaze.

Ndalo: Is there something on your mind?

Themba: Why do you ask?
Ndalo: You have been breathing heavily and
staring at me since you walked in here. What’s
up?

Themba: What do you think about polygamy?

She frowns, pausing mid-stir.

Ndalo: That's so random, why are you asking

me that?

Themba: (shrugging) Just. I’m curious to know

your thoughts about it.

Ndalo :I think it's just a cover for men to cheat

in peace. A way for a man to tell you that you're
not enough.

Themba: Would you ever consider it?

Ndalo: No.
Themba's gaze lingers on her, and she
continues cooking, sensing a shift in Themba's
mood.

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 4

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NDALONHLE

She walks through the kitchen door from the

gym and finds Themba in the kitchen making
breakfast. She puts her gym bag down and
hugs him from behind, snuggling onto him
tightly.

Ndalo: Good morning.

Themba: Morning babe, how was today’s
workout?
Ndalo: Brutal, my legs are shivering.
Themba: (chuckling) Askies. Have a seat,
breakfast is almost ready.
Ndalo: Thanks babe. At least I am working from
home today.
Themba: Lucky you. I will be out of the office
the whole day.
Ndalo: You didn’t tell me how your day was
yesterday.

She says remembering how silent they were

during dinner after he asked her about that
polygamy thing. Hopefully he was just asking
because there is no way.

Themba: My day was a nightmare and I didn't

want to talk or think about it.
Ndalo: Okay. I got a call from my mother and
she is asking me what are the plans and next
steps of our relationship now that we are
engaged?
Themba: Didn’t we already talk this through?

Ndalo: I know we said we are going to do the

lobola and wedding in one day but my parents
are not agreeing to this. As a Zulu girl, there are
so many steps to follow before we can actually
have a wedding. My dad wants the lobola to be
paid separately.
Themba: This is our life and relationship and I
thought we agreed we are doing things
differently so that we can have money to buy
the house you want, give our future kids a better
life?
Ndalo: I don’t dispute that, I still think we can go
on with our arrangement but let’s have the
lobola take place on its own day.

He shakes his head and sighs.

Themba: I guess we’ll have to revisit the whole

thing and have another conversation.

She wants to ask why because it’s not much of

a big deal but chooses peace instead. He
places the plate with her breakfast in front of
her and kisses her forehead.
Ndalo: Thank you, this smells nice.
Themba: You are welcome. I am going to take a
shower.

He walks away and she eats her food in peace

thinking about her day ahead. She has to call
Thato later on and check up on her. They live in
the same city but hardly see each other due to
adulting and their job demands. While enjoying
her meal, her phone vibrates from the table, she
picks it up and it’s a message from her 16 year
old brother. “ Good morning Sesi.”

Ndalo: Oh Zungu weeh, what do you want?

She asks herself while responding to it. One

thing about her, she loves her siblings to death
despite feeling like a deputy parent to them.
Just like she predicted, Mcebisi is asking
money for a school trip.

SCELO

He pushes the gym door open, stepping into the

familiar hum of treadmills and clanging weights.
He has been looking forward to this workout all
day, especially since he is finally off from his
demanding shifts at the restaurant.

As he makes his way to the locker room, Scelo

feels a weight lift off his shoulders. The past
few days had been chaotic, with Zoleka's
sudden reappearance and the unsettling
encounter at the restaurant.
After changing into his workout gear, Scelo
heads to the weights section, greeting familiar
faces along the way. His friend Spha, a fellow
gym enthusiast, spots him and waves him over.

Spha: Hey, man! Long time no see!

He chuckles, setting up his equipment.

Scelo: I know, just been busy with work and the

kids.

Scelo pumps iron, sweat dripping from his brow.

Spha spots him beside, grunting with each rep.

Spha: How are the kids doing?

He asks between sets, Scelo wipes his face
with a towel.

Scelo: They're good, man. Keeping me on my

toes . They'll be spending the weekend with
Nkosinathi's mom.

Spha: Ah, a break, huh?

Scelo: (chuckling) A much-needed one.

Spha leans against the equipment.

Spha: Man, how do you do it? Raising them

alone?

Scelo : I don’t know but I manage, I'm fine alone.

Spha: Scelo, you need to heal and move on. You
can't be Superman and Super Dad forever.

Scelo: What’s that supposed to mean?

Spha: Those kids need a mother figure,

especially the girls.

His thoughts flash back to Zoleka. He sighs.

Spha places a hand on Scelo's shoulder.

Spha: I know what Anelisa did was rough, but

you can't let it define you. Go out there, meet
someone, date and marry. Not all women are
horrible.
Scelo: I'm doing what's best for my kids.

Spha: No doubt you are doing great my friend

but you also need to live for you. It’s not okay
for a man to be alone, God created Eve for a
reason, find your own and remember that you
are not alone. We are here and it’s okay to ask
for help.

Scelo: I appreciate it man.

He says fist bumping with Spha, trying his level

best to hide the emotions that he is feeling right
now. Life has never been easy for him, being
the least blessed and loved amongst his
siblings forced him to be independent and
alone at a young age.
At 30 he is okay and has accepted that his kids
are his only real family but he won’t lie, it does
get to him at some point. He also wishes to
rock up family gatherings with his children like
his siblings but then again knows best not to.

THEMBA

He pulls into the restaurant parking lot, the

afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the
busy establishment. He has asked Zoleka to
meet him here, alone, before she leaves for the
Eastern Cape. He needs to get her thoughts on
their arranged marriage.

After parking, Themba steps into the restaurant,

scanning the room for Zoleka. He spots her at a
corner table and makes his way over. At least
he is comfortable here, without that waiter from
Brio looking at him weirdly. He takes a seat
across from Zoleka.

Themba: Thanks for meeting me.

Zoleka: Of course. I was curious when you

texted me. What's on your mind?

He leans back, his eyes locking onto hers.

Themba: I just want to get a sense of where

your head's at. With our families pushing for
this marriage...

She puts the menu down and looks at him.

Zoleka: What do you want to know?

Themba : What do you really think of me?

Zoleka: (smiling) You're a good-looking guy,

Themba. I like you. Being Xhosa makes things
easier.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

Themba: I'm going to marry you, Zoleka. I just

need a little bit of time to tell Ndalo about this.

Zoleka: Your fiancée?

Themba: (nodding) I need to break the news

gently. Can you stall your father a bit?
Zoleka: (sighs) I'll talk to him.

Themba : For this marriage to work, Ndalo

needs to be on board. We all need to be happy.

Zoleka: I'll tell my dad to give us time. We can

get to know each other while you inform Ndalo.

Themba: Thank you. Now please tell me about

yourself.

Zoleka: (smiling) What do you want to know?

Themba : Everything. Your interests,

hobbies...do you have a man in your life?

Zoleka: (laughing) No, I don't.

Themba: Any kids?

Zoleka: No.
Themba: So what do you do?
Zoleka: I am doing my MBA, have always been
about studies and never really gave dating a
chance.

Themba: I see. You're very traditional, aren't you?

Zoleka: In many ways.

Themba: (laughing) Zoleka, why do you give me

bad girl vibes? You sound like a freak.
Zandile: Me, a freak? Sir, I don’t know what you
are talking about.
Themba: Come on, I know your type.
Zoleka: I’m innocent Themba.

His eyebrow raises as his interest is spiked.

Themba: You mean to tell me that you are...still

pure?

Zoleka: (blushing) Yes.

Themba: Interesting.

He says with a smirk, leaning back on his chair

folding his hands. He didn’t expect that.
To be continued.
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CHAPTER 5

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THEMBA

After hanging out with Zoleka, he feels like he

knows her a bit, he loves the fact that she is not
uptight and her sense of humour is on the roof.
Her being a virgin on top of everything is a
bonus. Being your wife’s first and last will
always be a confidence booster to any man out
there.
That way he knows that his sex game will not
be questioned nor compared to her exes. She
will be happy with what he gives her. That’s the
best part out of this arrangement but then
Ndalo.

He loves that woman and his heart skips a beat

when she thinks of her finding out. Ndalo is very
straightforward and expressive. She challenges
him in so many ways and is very smart, a freak
and a baddie but what bothers him about her is
that she has more money than him. He is
earning a decent salary thanks to his father but
Ndalo earns better and that bothers him.

At least with this marriage more money will

come in and he will be able to provide for her
properly and give Ndalo the wedding of her
dream. They opted for the all in one day
wedding because he knew he wouldn’t be able
to afford all these activities and gifting that
takes place.

His thoughts are disturbed by the car guard

knocking on his window. He has been sitting
inside the car for over 10 minutes thinking of a
way forward. He takes a deep breath and steps
out of the car and walks inside the building.

Themba stands outside his father's office,

collecting his thoughts before entering. The
door swings open, and his father gestures for
him to sit.

Mziwoxolo: Themba, my boy, I've been

reviewing the campaign's progress. We need to
step up our game.
Themba :The numbers aren't where we want
them, Father.

Mziwoxolo: I've been thinking...we need a

stronger message. Something that resonates
with the people.

Themba : I agree. Our focus groups indicate

voters want economic empowerment and job
creation.

Mziwoxolo: Exactly! We need to hammer home

our party's commitment to economic growth.

Themba: Our social media campaigns targeting

key demographics, town hall meetings, and
policy briefs highlighting our economic plans.
Mziwoxolo: What about our opponents?

Themba : We've identified their weaknesses.

Our counter-narrative is ready.

Mziwoxolo: Themba, this election is crucial. We

can't afford to lose.

Themba: We'll leave no stone unturned."

Mziwoxolo: I expect nothing less.

He clears his throat and his father looks up at

him.
Themba: I was with Zoleka before coming here.
Mziwoxolo: Oh really? This is good news, how
was the meeting? She is pretty isn’t she?
Themba: That she is but father, can we talk
more about this?
Mziwoxolo: What’s more to talk about?

Themba : I was wondering...is it possible for me

to marry Ndalo first?

Mziwoxolo: No, Themba. You will marry Zoleka

first.

Themba: I love Ndalo. We're already engaged.

Mziwoxolo: Zoleka's family has agreed to this

union. It's a matter of honour and tradition. You
will marry Zoleka first, and then you can
consider taking Ndalo as a second wife.

Themba: That's not fair to Ndalo. She deserves

better than to be a second wife.

Mziwoxolo: This isn't about fairness, Themba.

It's about duty and responsibility. You will do
what's best for our family.

NDALOENHLE

She steps out of her house, the warm afternoon

sun greeting her as she locks the door behind
her. She has a few errands to run before dinner
- picking up some fresh vegetables from the
market and getting a new pair of shoes for work.
She walks to her car, parked in the driveway,
and slides into the driver's seat. As she starts
the engine, she decides to make a stop at
Edgar's, her favourite shoe store, to find the
perfect pair for her upcoming presentation.

Driving through the busy streets, Ndalo's mind

wanders to her busy week ahead. Work has
been keeping her on her toes, and she's grateful
for the distraction. Amidst the chaos, her
thoughts often drift to Themba and their
conversation about their future.

After finding a parking spot near Edgar's, Ndalo

steps out of her car and walks towards the
store. As she enters, she scans the aisles for
the perfect pair of heels.

Just as she spots a stunning pair of black

pumps, Ndalo notices a familiar figure in the
girls' section. Her heart skips a beat as she
recognizes Scelo, the handsome waiter from
her favourite restaurant.

Wondering if she should greet him or walk away,

Ndalo hesitates. She can't deny the flutter in her
chest whenever Scelo is around. Taking note of
how great he looks outside his work uniform,
Ndalo's curiosity gets the better of her.

After going back and forth in her mind, Ndalo

decides to approach him.

Ndalo: Hi Scelo.

He turns around, his eyes locking onto hers. A

warm smile spreads across his face.
Scelo: Ndalo! Are you stalking me?

He teases and she chuckles, feeling a blush rise

to her cheeks.

Ndalo: It does feel like that, doesn't it? I keep

bumping into you everywhere.

Scelo: (laughing) I think we don’t stay far from

each other.
Ndalo: I think so too. What are you buying? I;m
here for my shoes.
Scelo: I'm shopping for my kids, they're
attending a themed party this weekend.

Her gaze falls on the colourful outfit.

Ndalo: A themed party sounds like fun. What's
the theme?

Scelo: Princesses and superheroes. My girls are

obsessed with Disney.

Ndalo: Girls?
Scelo: I have two girls and one boy.
Ndalo: (smiling) I always wished I had a sister
to wear matching outfits with and play with
makeup.

Scelo: Are you an only child?

Ndalo: (shaking her head) I'm the firstborn, with

two brothers after me.
Scelo: You seem like a great big sister.

Ndalo: I try. Do you mind if I help you choose

the outfits?

Scelo: Please, I'm clearly struggling.

Together, they browse through the colourful

dresses and superhero costumes. Ndalo oohs
and ahhs over Scelo's choices.

Ndalo: You're better at this than my dad.

She teases and Scelo grins.

Scelo: I have three tiny fashion critics at home.

Ndalo: I'm sure they keep you on your toes.

Scelo: They're my world.

Ndalo: Where is their mother?

Scelo: Mothers. All over the world.

Ndalo nods and decides not to press further

about his business but 3 kids with 3 different
women it’s a lot! She carefully selects a few
outfits, holding them up against Scelo's
children's sizes. Scelo watches, impressed by
her keen eye for detail.

Scelo: Wow, you're a natural at this

Ndalo: I have two younger brothers, remember?
I’ve had plenty of practice and I used to help my
mom shop for my brothers when they were
younger.

As they continue browsing, Ndalo's thoughts

drift back to their previous encounter.

Ndalo: Scelo?
Scelo: Yeah?
Ndalo: I want to apologise for asking for your
number that day at the club.

Scelo: Apologise?

Ndalo: I was really drunk that night. I don't

usually do that.
Scelo: What did you plan to do with my number,
anyway?

He teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

She holds up her left hand, displaying her
engagement ring.

Ndalo: I just wanted to be friends.

Scelo: You want to be friends with me?

Ndalo: (nodding) Yes. Why not?

He leans in and lowers his voice.

Scelo: I don't do female friends.

Ndalo: Really?

Scelo: But...

He pauses, his gaze locked onto hers.

Ndalo: But what?

His smile catches her off guard.

Scelo: Give me your phone.

Ndalo hesitates for a moment before handing

over her phone. Scelo takes her phone, his
fingers brushing with hers. He punches in his
number and gives her phone back.

Scelo: Call me anytime. Thanks for your help

today.

Ndalo watches, stunned, as Scelo gathers the

outfits and heads to the checkout counter. She
can't help but wonder what just happened. Did
Scelo just flirt with her? Why does she feel a
flutter in her chest? He just gave her number,
why did she agree?

She's engaged, after all. But then there's

something about Scelo that draws her in.
Maybe it's his kind eyes or his warm smile.
Shaking off the thoughts, she tells herself that
Scelo is just being friendly.
Ndalo continues shopping, and can't shake off
the feeling that something has shifted. She
feels a connection with Scelo, one that goes
beyond friendship. And that scares her.

Her thoughts are interrupted by her phone

buzzing. She glances at the screen, her heart
skipping a beat. Scelo's name flashes on the
screen.

"Hey, thanks again for your help today. I hope to

hear or bump into you again, soon."

Ndalo smiles, feeling something move in her

chest.

"Anytime." She sends the text message and

continues with her shopping.

To be continued.
[06/11, 08:34] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 6

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

SCELO

He settles into his couch, the soft cushions

enveloping him in comfort. He's just finished
putting his kids to bed, and now it's time to
unwind. He grabs the remote control and flips
through channels, landing on a thrilling boxing
match. The fighters' swift punches and agile
footwork mesmerise him.

As he watches, his laptop sits open on the

coffee table, his Forex trading platform glowing
on the screen. He's a skilled trader, and
tonight's market trends look promising. His
eyes dart between the TV and laptop, his mind
analysing currency fluctuations and predicting
profitable trades. His fingers fly across the
keyboard, executing swift transactions.

The thrill of trading energises him, and makes

him feel alive. As the boxing match ends, he
leans back, satisfied with his trading profits.
Tonight's been a good night, he is going to spoil
his little monkeys, maybe take them to Gold
Reef City or something. He still owes them a
little family getaway and cannot wait for that.
His thoughts drift to Ndalo, and the image of
them shopping earlier pops into his mind. He's
struck by her kindness and genuine smile. He
recalls her laughter and her beauty. He shakes
his head, chuckling.

"Focus, Scelo," he tells himself. He grabs his

phone, scrolling through his contact list until he
finds Ndalo's number. His thumb hovers over
the text message icon, hesitates. Ndalo is
engaged.

He can't be texting her this late. It's not right

and he is no longer that person who didn’t mind
whether you are married or not. He is raising a
boy son who will soon be a teenager. He needs
to set a good example to him about being a
good man and treating women right.
He sets his phone aside, his conscience
winning but his mind lingers on Ndalo,
imagining what could be.

He is looking forward to a quiet weekend ahead,

dropping off his kids at Palesa's tomorrow. The
temporary separation will give him a chance to
recharge. With the kids away, he can focus on
his dual careers – being a bouncer and waiting
tables. He's been juggling both jobs to ensure a
comfortable life for his children.

Tomorrow, he will dive into trading, monitoring

market trends, and executing strategic
transactions. His analytical mind thrives in the
fast-paced world of Forex. On Sunday, he'll
return to the restaurant, rocking his waiter's
uniform and charming customers with his warm
smile.
He appreciates the balance between his two
jobs. Trading provides financial stability, while
waiting tables and being a bouncer offer social
interaction and a creative outlet. He settles into
his quiet evening, his thoughts drifting back to
Ndalo. Their encounter at the store left a lasting
impression.

ZOLEKA

She stands before her dressing mirror, gently

massaging moisturiser into her skin. The soft
glow of the bedside lamp illuminates her
perfect face. She closes her eyes, savouring the
calming scent of lavender. Her night skincare
routine is a sacred ritual, unwinding her from
the day's stress.
Just as she applies a final layer of lip balm,
Zoleka hears the door creak open. Her mother,
Babalwa, enters the room, a warm smile on her
face.

Babalwa: Nontombi

She says, settling onto the bed.

Zoleka : Hey, Mama.

Babalwa: So, how are things with Themba?

Zoleka: (smiling) We're talking...and it's nice.

We're relaxed around each other.

Babalwa : That's wonderful. We need to start

preparing for the wedding.

Zoleka:( sighs) Mama, Themba asked for some

time.

Babalwa : Time for what?

Zoleka : To get to know each other.

Babalwa: You will have plenty of time for that in

marriage.

Zoleka: But mama….

Balalwa: Ah.ah Zoleka, I didn’t raise you to be
slow. Joburg boys can be charming, but don't
let Themba play you.
She takes a deep breath, hesitant to reveal the
truth.

Zoleka: Mama, there's something else.

Babalwa: What is it?

Zoleka: Themba is already engaged.

Babalwa: To who?

Zoleka: He said her name is Ndalo, and he

wants a polygamous marriage.

Her mother’s stare could pierce steel.

Babalwa: You will not accept that. You will be
the only wife.

She nods, but Babalwa's grip on her arm

tightens.

Babalwa: Listen carefully, Zoleka. This is not

just about you. Your father's political career is
at stake. His chance to enter parliament
depends on this union. Whatever you do,
remember that it's not just about your
happiness. It's about our family's future.

She feels the weight of responsibility settle

upon her shoulders.

Zoleka: I understand, Mama.

Babalwa's grip relaxes.

Babalwa: Good. Now, let's discuss the wedding

preparations.

Her mind reels, torn between her family's

expectations and her own desires. She nods
along with her mother's instructions.

Zoleka: Mama, I'll take care of it.

As soon as Babalwa leaves the room, she grabs

her phone and Googles "vaginal tightening
process" and "doctors near me." She scrolls
through the search results, comparing prices
and clinics. Her eyes widen at the costs, but
she's determined.
She finds a reputable clinic and emails them,
inquiring about their services.

"Dear Dr. Smith," she types, "I'm interested in

vaginal tightening and hymen replacement
procedures. I've had one child and been single
for over a year. How many sessions would I
need? And what's the total cost?"

She hesitates before hitting send. Themba may

be naive, but she won’t take that risk. From the
little she knows about this Ndalo woman, she is
pretty so she is not taking any chances. She
wants to ensure her body is perfect for Themba.

She sends the email and waits anxiously for a

response.
THEMBA

Themba prepares for bed, his mind still reeling

from the day's events. As he changes into
comfortable pyjamas, his phone rings. He
answers, his heart sinking as he hears his
father's voice.

Mziwoxolo: Mthembu has agreed to the union

happening next weekend.

Themba: (whispering) Next weekend?

Mziwoxolo: It's happening, Themba. Get ready. I
will call the family back home and let them
know.

His mind races. He hasn't even told Ndalo yet.

Sweat breaks out on his forehead.
Themba: But, Father—

Mziwoxolo: No buts, this needs to happen

before the election, Themba. We can't risk
losing support.

The line goes dead. He stands in the same spot

frozen, his world spinning. Just then, the door
opens, and Ndalo walks in, looking stressed.

Ndalo: Babe, I need to talk to you.

Themba: What's wrong?

Ndalo: My father's heart condition...he's been

admitted again.
Themba: I'm so sorry.

Ndalo: I need to go home soon and I will stay

for a while. I will ask for a few days at work.

He hesitates for a moment, not knowing how to

comfort his fiance.

Themba: I'm sorry, my love. I wish I could come

with you but I have to accompany my father to
the Eastern Cape for a political event.

Ndalo: But...I need you.

Themba: I know. I'm sorry.

Her eyes search his, he looks down.

Ndalo: What's going on, Themba? What is it that

you are not telling me?

Themba: I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Ndalo: I hope so.

Ndalo exits the bedroom, he collapses onto the

bed and covers his eyes. His world is crumbling.

To be continued. ..
[06/11, 08:35] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 7
SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

She didn’t sleep a wink last night thinking about

today’s appointment. She is the first in line and
waits patiently for the doctor to arrive. Exactly
at 08:30, Dr Smith arrives and her assistants fill
her in about what she is here for. She is called
to her consultation room a few minutes later.

She sits nervously in Dr. Smith's consultation

room, fidgeting with her hands. Dr. Smith, a
middle-aged woman greets Zoleka warmly.

Dr. Smith: Good morning, Zoleka. Thank you for

choosing our clinic.

Zoleka: The reviews are good so I trust you

guys.
Dr. Smith : So, you're interested in vaginal
tightening and hymen replacement procedures.

Zoleka nods, her eyes locked on the doctor.

Dr. Smith: Vaginal tightening involves surgical

or non-surgical procedures to restore elasticity
and firmness. Hymen replacement, also known
as hymenoplasty, rebuilds or restores the
hymen.

The surgical procedure takes about an hour,

under local anaesthesia. Non-surgical options,
like laser treatments, require multiple sessions.

Zoleka: How bad are the side effects?

Dr. Smith : Side effects may include temporary
discomfort, swelling, and bleeding. It's essential
to follow post-operative care instructions to
minimise risks.
Zoleka: How long will it take to heal?
Dr. Smith : Surgical recovery typically takes 4-6
weeks. Non-surgical options require less
downtime, but results may vary.

Zoleka : What about...intimacy?

Dr. Smith: Abstinence is recommended for 6-8
weeks after surgery. Non-surgical options may
allow for intimacy sooner, but it's crucial to
follow guidelines.

Zoleka nods, her mind racing. That’s such a

long time! The Dr hands her a detailed brochure.
Dr. Smith : Take your time reviewing this. We'll
schedule a follow-up consultation to answer
any questions.

She walks out of the clinic, her mind made up.

The non-surgical procedure is the only option.
Her wedding is a mere week away. She can't
afford to wait for weeks to recover. Themba will
expect intimacy on their wedding night. She
shudders at the thought.

She recalls Dr. Smith's words.

"Non-surgical options may allow for intimacy

sooner." she will have to stall Themba for a few
days while she heals and that won’t be too
difficult to achieve. She just needs to tell him
that she is on her periods. She arrives home,
and her phone rings. Themba's name flashing
on the screen. She takes a deep breath and
answers.

Zoleka: Hey.

Themba: What happened to stalling your

parents?

Zoleka: I did my best, Themba. They're not

easily swayed.

Themba: This is not good, not good at all.

Zoleka: Themba, if you don't want this marriage,

say it now. Don't hide behind me. Tell your
father he will tell my dad and we can easily walk
away from this.
Themba: Zoleka, it's not that...it's just—

Zoleka : I won't have a weakling and crybaby for

a husband.

Her words hang in the air. Themba's silence

speaks volumes.

Zoleka : I need someone who can stand up for

himself and our family.

He clears his throat.

Themba: I understand.
She senses hesitation in his voice.

Zoleka: But?
Themba: Ndalo...I still care for her.

Her grip on her phone tightens.

Zoleka: I thought we agreed to move forward.

Themba: We did...I just—

Zoleka: Enough, Themba. I am tired of hearing

you cry about Ndalo as if you are the only one
making a sacrifice here. Make a choice.

She drops the call and clicks her tongue,

rubbing her forehead. After pacing up and down
for a few minutes, she grabs her phone and
calls Dr Smith.

Zoleka: Hi Doc, it’s me. I have decided, I will do

the non-surgery procedure and I will like it done
as soon as possible.

SCELO

He steps out of the restaurant, craving a smoke

break. The cool air envelopes him as he walks
to his usual spot, a quiet alleyway nearby.
Flicking his lighter, he takes a long drag,
savouring the nicotine rush.

As he exhales, Scelo pulls out his phone,

scrolling through WhatsApp statuses. His eyes
scan updates from friends and acquaintances,
their lives unfolding in snippets. Then, he sees
Ndalo's update – a broken heart and crying
emoji.

His brow furrows. Something is wrong. He

quickly taps her number, his concern growing
with each ring.

Ndalo: Hey.

Scelo: Hey, are you okay? I just saw your

whatsapp status. What's wrong?

Ndalo: It’s my dad...he's in the hospital.

Scelo: Which hospital?

Ndalo: Steve Biko Academic Hospital.

He nods, recognizing the hospital's reputation.

It is one of the largest and best hospitals in
Pretoria.

Ndalo: He needs a heart operation...they're

going to implant a pacemaker.

Scelo: A pacemaker? What's wrong with his

heart?

Ndalo: He has atrial fibrillation...irregular

heartbeats. The pacemaker will regulate his
heartbeat.
Scelo: That sounds scary....

Ndalo: He's been in and out of hospitals this

year. His body's not strong anymore. I'm
worried...what if something goes wrong?

Scelo : You're at one of the best hospitals.

They'll take care of him.

Ndalo : Scelo, I'm scared...losing Dad would

devastate us. My brothers and I still need him.

Scelo: I understand. Losing a parent is never

easy.

Ndalo: I feel so helpless.

Scelo: Do you believe in prayer?

Ndalo: I do...but it's been a while since I prayed

or went to church.

Scelo: I'm no saint either, nor a strong Christian.

My mom, she's a devoted churchgoer. She
taught me the power of prayer. There is this
verse I always read in times of need. I even
know it by heart now. It says ‘Ask, and it will be
given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and
it will be opened to you.' Matthew 7:7-8.
Prayer works, Ndalo. We may not understand
God's plans, but He listens.

Ndalo: You're right. I'll pray...for Dad's recovery,

for our family.
Scelo: You helped me with choosing my
daughter’s clothes, I can pray with and for you if
you permit me.

Ndalo: That would be appreciated because I

don’t even know where to begin.

Scelo: Let us close our eyes and pray.

Dear Heavenly Father, we come before you with

humble hearts, seeking your divine intervention.
Lord, we lift up Mr. Zungu to you, dear Father.
We ask for your healing hand to be upon him, to
guide the surgeons' hands and grant success to
the operation.

Father, Mr. Zungu's family still needs him. His

love, guidance, and presence are precious gifts
to Ndalo and her brothers. Lord, we ask for your
mercy and compassion. Pour out your healing
power upon Mr. Zungu, restoring his heart to
full strength and function.

Father, we pray for peace that surpasses

understanding to guard Ndalo's heart and mind.
May she find comfort in your loving presence.
We thank you for the gift of life, for Mr. Zungu's
life. We entrust him to your care, knowing you
are the Great Physician.

Father, hear our prayers. Grant Mr. Zungu a

speedy recovery, and may your glory be
revealed through his life. Amen.

Ndalo:( whispering) Amen.

Scelo: I need to get back to work, keep me
updated.
Ndalo: Thank you, Shenge. You don’t know how
grateful I am for what you just did. I will never
forget it.

NARRATED - A FEW HOURS LATER

Ndalo walks back to the hospital with two cups

of coffee and hands one to her mother. Just
then, a doctor approaches them, and they both
stand up.

“Mrs. Zungu, I'm Dr. Biyela, your father's

cardiothoracic surgeon.

Ndalo: Doctor, how did the operation go?

Dr. Biyela: The operation was a success. We
were able to implant the pacemaker, and your
father's heart is responding well.

Ndalo: Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. Biyela: We'll monitor your father closely, but

the prognosis is positive. With proper care and
rehabilitation, he should make a full recovery.

Ndalo's tears flow freely now, joy and gratitude

mingling. MaCele hugs Ndalo tightly.

MaCele: We thank our ancestors and God for

being good.

Ndalo nods, Scelo's prayer echoing in her mind.

As the doctor leaves, Ndalo quickly grabs her
phone and texts Scelo.

“Dad's operation was successful! The doctor

says he'll make a full recovery."

After sending the text to Scelo, she walks away

and calls Themba. Her smile fades as his phone
rings unanswered. She sighs, frustration
creeping in. Themba knows the situation she's
facing yet she is distant. Ndalo tries again.
Voicemail. She hangs up.

Ndalo: Themba, where are you?

To be continued.
[06/11, 08:35] T: FOREVER LOVE
CHAPTER 8

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

NARRATED

The warm sunlight filters through the windows,

casting a golden glow on the room. Zoleka sits
on a beautifully decorated bed, surrounded by
her aunts and mother, Babalwa. The air is thick
with anticipation and celebration.

Babalwa: My child, today you embark on a new

journey. Oh yhini my Zoe, I am so proud of you
my Angel. This day makes me proud as your
mother because you respected us as your
parents.
You went to Joburg at such a young age, came
back with your Diploma and didn’t stop there
but further your studies. Most of your peers are
having 2-3 kids but not you bhabha. You took
the teachings from your parents seriously and
today you are getting married to one respected
family.

I have no doubt that you are going to be a good

wife, like your mother kaloku. Remember to
respect your husband, always. He is your King
before he is your best friend, you must do
everything with him.

Zoleka nods, blushing under the blankets.

Aunt Nombule: And never deny him his conjugal

rights, my dear. Do not open the door for him to
go seek pleasure outside while you are there as
his wife. Don’t use sex as punishment,
whenever and however he wants it, serve it to
him.

Zoleka's cheeks flush deeper.

Aunt Nosisi: Give him children, Zoleka. Many
children. A man is a man with his legacy.

Zoleka clears her throat, feeling a twinge of

discomfort. She nods, knowing this is part of
her duties.

Aunt Zandile breaks into a joyful ululation.

"Uyiyithatha iinkonzo!" (She's taking the reins!)

The other aunts join in, singing a traditional
wedding song.

"Siyindlela kuThemba, siyindlela kuThemba"

(We're paving the way for Themba)

Zoleka smiles, feeling grateful for her family's

love and guidance. Babalwa places a gentle
hand on Zoleka's shoulder.

Babalwa: Remember, Zoleka, your husband's

happiness is your happiness.

Zoleka nods and the aunts continue offering

words of wisdom and encouragement. They
finish and leave the room, giving Zoleka some
space. Zoleka stands before the mirror,
admiring her reflection. The non-surgical
procedure was a success.

Her skin glows with a radiant complexion. The

slight discomfort is manageable. She takes a
deep breath, feeling ready to kick start this
journey.

Outside, the atmosphere buzzes with

excitement. Tents adorn the lawn, decorated
with vibrant colours and intricate patterns.
Traditional Xhosa attire is on full display.
Guests mingle, sipping on refreshing drinks.
Catering staff going up and down, preparing an
array of delicious dishes.

The scent of braaied meat and traditional

delicacies wafts through the air. Children
playfully chase each other, laughing and
shouting. Elderly women, dressed in elegant
traditional regalia, ululate and sing. The sound
of drums and whistles fills the atmosphere. A
group of young men, clad in traditional attire,
perform a dynamic dance.

The Mdoda family arrives, their vehicles lining

the driveway.

Themba's mother, MaMdoda, steps out,

elegantly dressed in traditional attire. She's
greeted by Babalwa, Zoleka's mother, with
warm hugs and ululations.

"Uyaphila ke, sisi? (How are you, sister?)"

Babalwa asks.
MaMdoda beams. "Ngiyaphila, ngiyabonga (I'm
well, thank you)."

Themba's father exchanges warm greetings

with Zoleka's father. The two families mingle,
exchanging pleasantries. Themba emerges,
dashing in his traditional attire.

He approaches Zoleka, who looks stunning in

her elegant dress.

Themba: Wow, you look breathtaking.

He says, offering his arm. Zoleka blushes and

Themba leads her to their reserved chairs. The
ceremony begins. Photographers start their job
and Themba quickly takes out his sunglasses
and wears them.

Zoleka: Who are you hiding from?

Themba: Hiding? I am not hiding from anyone.
It’s just that the people’s eyes are making me
shy.
Zoleka: I see but it’s weird to wear sunglasses
in a shaded area.
SCELO

He watches his children play at the park

adjacent to the car wash. He is off from both
his gigs today and decided to bring the car here
for a proper splash since it’s been a while. He
tries his best to keep it clean and his kids are
very disciplined, they sit still in the car and know
that it’s not a restaurant.
His phone rings, displaying an unknown number.
He looks at it wondering who it could be, maybe
it’s Ndalo since they have been talking lately. He
hesitates, then answers.

Scelo: Hello?

"Scelo, it's Bongiwe, your sister."

Scelo: Bongi, hi. Long time.

Bongiwe: I know right. You have literally

disappeared. I wasn’t even sure if this number
was working.

Scelo: I am around, just working and the kids

keep me busy. What’s up?
Bongi: I saw your ex getting married today.

Scelo: Which one?

Bongi: Imi’s mother. She looked like royalty. Did
she ever contact you about Iminathi?

Scelo : We met before her wedding. She made it

clear she wants nothing to do with her.

Bongiwe: Scelo, get her to sign off on her rights

as a mother. You don't want her coming back
later, claiming the child after you've worked so
hard raising her.

Scelo: I'll think about it, Bongi.

Bongiwe: Scelo, don't delay. Protect yourself

and Iminathi.

Scelo: I will, Bongi. Thanks for looking out.

Bongiwe: Anytime, brother. Take care.

The call ends. His eyes gazing out at the

children playing in the park, their laughter and
shouts filling the air. His mind is elsewhere,
consumed by thoughts of Zoleka and the
lingering emotions she stirred. Why did she give
up on Iminathi so easily?

The question in his mind is like a haunting

melody. Memories long buried begin to
resurface, like a tidal wave crashing against the
shore. His childhood home. A place where love
was conditional. Where his mother's harsh
words still lingered. "You're useless, Scelo. Your
siblings are out there making something for
themselves and all you know is eat and poop."

The pain still stings. He remembers the

embarrassment. The humiliation. His mother's
constant comparisons.

"Look at your siblings, they're working. What are

you doing with your life?"

His thoughts swirl, transporting him back to

those dark days.He was the one who stayed
home. Cleaned. Took care of his siblings' kids.
But one of that mattered. Only their cars and
money did. His mother's eyes would light up for
them, not for him.
He shakes his head, refusing to be pulled back
into that dark hole after working so hard and
tirelessly to escape, prove himself that he was
not a failure and to silence the voices that said
he was nothing.

No matter how hard he works, the scars remain

hidden beneath the surface. They are a
constant reminder of why he built walls around
himself. He became a loner, protecting himself
from the world and people like Zoleka, who
could hurt him without even trying.

He brushes his face and makes a promise that

he will never let anyone make him feel small
again. Not Zoleka.Not his mother. No one.

He takes a deep breath, focusing on the present,

his children's laughter that are carrying the wind.
He smiles,feeling proud of the new life he built
for himself. One where love is unconditional.
One where he is enough and appreciated.

NDALONHLE

She pushes open the hospital room door, a

warm smile spreading across her face. Her
father, lying in the bed, looks up and smiles.

Zungu: MaNcwane.
Ndalo: Sengwayo, you look so much better.

She rushes to his side, gently hugging him.

Zungu: I am stronger than you think.

Ndalo: I was so scared, Dad. God is good.
Zungu: He surely is.

She pulls up a chair beside his bed and sits.

Ndalo: How are you feeling Baba?

Zungu: I am getting better each day. The pain is

manageable.

Ndalo: That's great. I can’t wait to see you back

on your feet again.

Zungu: Ndalo, I'm proud of you.

Ndalo: For what, Dad?

Zungu: For being strong, for taking care of your
mom, siblings and yourself.

Ndalo: You taught me to be strong, Dad.

Zungu: I will not die before I walk you down the

aisle, that’s a promise.

She says and her face drops thinking about

Themba’s disappearance. He is literally
ghosting her and nowhere to be found.

Zungu: What is the matter?

She sighs and sits up straight, she has a close

relationship with her father, a daddy’s girl for
sure and knows that she can talk to him about
anything.

Ndalo: It’s my fiance, he has disappeared.

Zungu: What do you mean he has disappeared?
Ndalo: I last spoke to him when I got here and
he hasn’t called or texted me ever since. When I
call, he doesn’t answer nor read my messages.
Zungu: And you are calling that person your
fiance? Someone you want to get married to?
Ndalo: I love him dad.

She says in a low voice while playing with her

ring and his dad doesn’t respond. She looks at
him and folds her arms.

Ndalo: Dad, can I ask you something?

Zungu: Of course.

Ndalo: What made you and Mom stay together

all these years?

Zungu: Love, compromise, and commitment.

Ndalo : I want that kind of love.

Zungu: You'll find it, but not with this guy you
are with. You have to let him go Ndalo, he is not
for you and I raised you better than this.

She is about to respond when her phone rings,

it’s Thato. She excuses herself and exits the
ward.
Ndalo: Hey Bestie, what’s up?
Thato: Babe, you won’t believe what I’m about
to tell you. When did you last log on Tiktok and
Facebook?
Ndalo: I deleted Facebook a long time ago, as
for Tiktok, I haven’t had time. What is trending?
Thato: You need to sit down for this.
Ndalo: Thato come on, I’m visiting my dad and
my siblings want to see him too.
Thato: Please, sit down.
She sighs and looks for a bench nearby.

Ndalo: I am seated, what is it? Who died?

Thato: Check your whatsapp, I sent you
something.
Ndalo: Okay, hold on.
She logs onto Whatsapp and opens Thato;s
message. She has sent her about 10 pictures
and a video. The first thing she sees is Themba
wearing a traditional attire and as she scrolls,
she realises that this is a wedding. His wedding.

Thato: Ndalo, are you still there?

Ndalo: Please tell me this is a prank or some
kind of a sick joke?
Thato: I wish I could. Friend it’s real, his father’s
political party posted these pictures on their
facebook page.
Ndao: Hayi bo!!

To be continued…
[06/11, 08:35] T: FOREVER LOVE
CHAPTER 9

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

NARRATED

Ndalo takes a deep breath, pulling herself

together after the phone call with Thato. She
can't let her emotions get the better of her, not
now, when her family needs her most. Her
father's fragile health is a constant worry, and
stressing him is the last thing she wants to do.

She walks to the bathroom, seeking a moment

of solitude to collect her thoughts. Inside, she
wipes her teary face with cold water, gazing at
her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes are red and
she thinks of ways to hide her pain.

Ndalo searches through her bag, searching for

her makeup pouch. She quickly touches up her
face, concealing the signs of tears. A swipe of
lip gloss and a dusting of powder later, she
looks more composed.

She put on her glasses, the familiar weight of

the frames comforting. With a final glance in
the mirror, Ndalo returns to the ward.

As she walks through the room, she finds her

mother and brothers surrounding her father's
bed. They are laughing and chatting, trying to
lift his spirits.

Ndalo: Hey, Mom.

She says softly, slipping into the empty chair
beside her mother. Her mother turns around,
smiling.

MaCele: Hey, sweetie. Where were you?

Ndalo: I was on a phone call with my friend.
Zungu: Everything okay?
Ndalo: (forcing a smile) Everything is fine dad,
she was asking about your progress.
Zungu: Are you sure? You don’t look okay.
Ndalo: I am stressed about you dad, this place
gives me anxiety.

Zungu: I will be fine, stop stressing.

Ndalo: I know, Dad. I can’t wait for you to be
home soon.
MaCele: The worst is over Ndalo, let’s focus on
his recovery and be thankful that all went well.

Ndalo nods and pretends to fix her glasses

while she quickly wipes her tears. She can’t wait
to be alone and scream.

*
*
*
*

Themba's mind is racing as he sits on the plush

couch in their honeymoon suite, his thoughts
consumed by Ndalo. How is he going to face
and break the news to Ndalo? The weight of his
deception threatens to suffocate him.
The bathroom door swings open, and Zoleka
emerges, a small smile on her lips. She walks
up to Themba, her eyes seductively.

Zoleka: Hey, husband.

She whispers, wrapping her arms around his

neck. He forced a smile, trying to shake off his
guilt.

Themba: Hey, wife.

He replies, his voice lacking enthusiasm. Zoleka

settles onto his lap, her legs spread across him.

Zoleka: What's wrong?

Themba: Just tired, I guess.

Zoleka : (yawning) I'm tired too. We should

sleep.

Themba agrees, and they slide into bed. He

pulls Zoleka close, her head resting on his chest.
Closing his eyes, he tries to clear his mind.
Zoleka's whisper breaks the silence.

Zoleka: What's next?

Themba: I don't know. I never planned this.

Zoleka: You need to, Themba. We're married

now. You need to take charge. The first thing
you need to sort out is our living arrangement. I
won't stay behind while you go back to Joburg.

Themba: (sighs, feeling trapped) I'll look for a

place.

*
*
*

The next morning, Themba lies in bed, his mind

replaying the events of the previous night. He
made love to Zoleka in the early hours, but
despite her tearing and slight bleeding, he can't
shake off the feeling of discomfort. Something
was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Perhaps it is the way Zoleka widely opened her
legs, seemingly experienced beyond her years.
But then again, she isn't a kid, and he isn't
exactly an experienced virgin-breaker. Themba
pushes the thought aside, focusing on his
growing unease.

His mind is fixed on returning to Joburg and

fixing things with Ndalo. He messed up big time,
and he hopes she could find it in her heart to
forgive him and understand the situation. He
knows he has hurt her deeply, and the weight of
his guilt is crushing.

Then there is Zoleka, adamant to go with him to

Joburg. Themba feels trapped, unsure of how
to navigate this complicated web. Her father
has secured a spacious two-bedroom house for
them, and they will be moving in shortly.
Themba has managed to convince everyone
that Zoleka will be by his side experiencing
Joburg together. Their parents have bought into
the story and permit them to leave so early. He
knows the truth - he is stuck in a loveless
marriage, and the journey ahead will be long
and tiring.

As he lies on the bed, Zoleka snuggles closer,

her hand moving across his chest. He ignores
her and thinks about Ndalo, wondering what
she is doing at that moment, if she is thinking
of him too.

The sound of Zoleka's gentle breathing fills the

room, a constant reminder of his new reality.
Themba's heart sinks, knowing he has to face
the consequences of his actions and is stuck
with Zoleka for as long as his father wants him
to.

*
*
*
*

Two days later, Themba finally manages to

break free from Zoleka's grasp and make his
way to the apartment he shared with Ndalo. He
walks in and finds her packing her clothes into
bags.She looks up at him, her eyes flashing with
anger.

Ndalo: Well, well, well. Look who's finally

emerged from his hiding hole.
Themba: Ndalo, please, can we talk?

Ndalo: (chuckling) You had plenty of time to talk,

Themba. You chose to go behind my back
instead.

Themba remains speechless as Ndalo

unleashes her fury.

Ndalo: How could you, Themba? How could you

embarrass me like this? I thought we were
building something together. I loved you and did
everything right. Why do this to me?
Themba: Ndalo, this has nothing to do with you
or the type of partner you were. You are perfect
and amazing….
Ndalo: Then what the fuck Themba, what is this?
She yells and his eyes shift to her hands, he
notices that the engagement ring is missing
from her finger.

Themba: Where's your ring?

Ndalo: What's the point of wearing it? You're

now another woman's husband.

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to grasp

her arm.

Themb: Ndalo, listen, I didn't want any of this. I

know it’s hard to believe and explain but I mean
it. My father forced me into it.
Ndalo: Forced? How can a 29-year-old man be
forced into marriage? Do you think I am that
stupid to believe such lies?

Themba: I am not lying, my father has

something against me, something that could
destroy me and land me in prison.

Ndalo: What is that?

Themba: Ndalo please….
Ndalo: Did you sleep with her?

Themba's gaze drops, and Ndalo's face

contorts in disgust.

Ndalo: Get out! You disgust me!

She pushes him away and zips her bags,
dragging them bags to the car, leaving Themba
standing alone in the apartment, his heart
shattered into a million pieces.

NDALOENHLE

Ndalo drives out of the complex, her vision

blurred by tears. She heads towards her old
apartment, which she has been renting out. The
latest tenant moved out two weeks ago, and the
apartment was ready for a new occupant.

As she arrives at the familiar building, Ndalo

feels a mix of emotions. She pulls into the
parking lot, turns off the engine, and lets out a
deep sigh.
The silence envelopes her, and the weight of
her emotions crushing her. Ndalo drops her
head onto the steering wheel, releasing tears
she has been holding in.

Why does Themba continue to lie? If he was

truly forced into marriage, why did he sleep with
Zoleka? For someone forced to marry a
stranger, he sure couldn’t wait to get between
her legs. Did he enjoy it? Is she better than she
is?

It all makes sense now – Themba's distance,

his denial of sex. He was saving himself for
marriage. How did she not see the signs? She
ignored everything and now look at the mess
she is in, this heartache could have been
avoided if she paid attention and received
things as they were.
She gets out of her car and takes her bags from
the boot, wheeling them inside the house. She
switches on the lights and the freshly painted
walls greets her. She drops on the floor, with
her knees on her chest and watches at her
place with tears flowing down.

Lost in her sorrow, her phone buzzed with an

incoming video call from Thato. She wipes
away tears, taking a deep breath before
answering. Thato's face fills the screen,
concern etched on her face seeing Ndalo crying.

Thato: Hey baby, how did the move go?

Ndalo: (wiping her tears) I managed to take only
my clothes, will go for the rest tomorrow. I am
at my old place now and it feels so strange.
Thato: I know mama but it’s going to be okay,
take all the time you need to process this
betrayal.
Ndalo: He finally showed up and his explanation
is that he was forced. Can you imagine?

Thato: He must think you are a kid.

Ndalo: That’s what I told him but it’s fine, I wish
him all the best with his new wife.
Thato: Mina shame I won’t lie, I don’t wish him
anything good with his ugly wife.
Ndalo: (laughing through tears) Friend, I know
we are hurt and angry but let us not lie. That girl
is far from being ugly, she is gorgeous. I kind of
understand from his perspective.

Thato: Yeah she is pretty yena whatever but I

don’t wish her well.
Ndalo: She didn’t do anything to me and doesn’t
owe me any loyal friend so release her.
Thato: I sometimes forget that you are too nice.
I will come see you tomorrow.

Ndalo: Okay my doll, let me unpack these things

and set up a Tinder profile. I ghosti is back in
the game.
Thato: (laughing) Hai bo ma’am, so soon?

Ndalo: I’ve never been one to mourn a break-up

and I won’t start now. The tears I’ve cried the
past 3 days are enough and the last ones. We
move.

To be continued...
[06/11, 08:35] T: FOREVER LOVE
CHAPTER 10

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

SCELO

He is not doing his shift at the club tonight and

resting at home when a knock comes in. He
pauses the TV and walks to the door and finds
Spha standing on his porch, dressed to impress
in a sleek black suit and a matching tie. His
friend's polished shoes reflect the evening light,
and his cologne fills up the air.

Scelo: What's going on, Spha? You look like

you're about to walk the red carpet.
He asks chuckling and Spha grins
mischievously.

Spha: There's a hot and happening event

tonight, and I'm here to get you.

Scelo :You know I have responsibilities, Spha. I

can’t just up and leave, I have kids.

Spha: That's why you have me as a friend, don’t

worry about that part, it's covered.

With a snap of his fingers, a woman appears

behind him. She looks to be in her late 30s, with
a kind face and a professional appearance.
Spha: This is Khanyisa, your babysitter for the
night.

Scelo's scepticism is evident and can’t hide it.

Spha places a hand over his shoulder.

Spha: Trust me, Scelo, Khanyisa is genuine. I

wouldn't bring anyone who would harm your
kids.

Scelo: Alright, alright.

He says, stepping aside to let her in. He walks

to his bedroom to change, having already
showered. As he dressed, he could hear Spha
briefing Khanyisa on the kids' routines and
chuckles. It’s cute how Spha has been listening
and watching him move. He knows him and the
kids well.

As he finishes dressing, a thrill of excitement

passes through his veins. It has been a while
since he last went out, and the prospect of
meeting someone new is exciting. He misses
the touch and intimacy of a woman, and he
can't help but wonder if tonight might be the
night he finds someone special. With that
thought, he slips a few condoms into his wallet,
just in case.

He walks out of his bedroom to the kids and

kneels down to address them.

Scelo: Daddy is going out with Uncle Spha,

Aunty Khanyisa is here to take care of you.
Behave yourselves, okay?
His kids nod and he hugs each of them and
walks out to Khanyisa who is in the lounge.

Scelo: They have already bathed and ate, please

make sure they are in bed by 7pm.
Khanyisa: Will do, sir.

Spha honks the horn outside, he gives the keys

to Khanyisa and walks out grinning.

Scelo: Let's do this!

As they drive to Woodmead, Scelo's anticipation

grows. They arrive at a luxurious mansion,
where a private birthday party is in a full swing.
His eyes widen as they enter the lavish event.
Everyone is dressed to impress – designer
dresses, tailored suits, and sparkling jewellery.
The bar serves premium drinks, and the music
gives an energetic vibe. He whistles softly.

Scelo: This is some expensive taste.

Spha : The birthday boy's father is loaded. I’m

just excited about the huns, look at how
gorgeous they are.

He chuckles as they mingle, unable to help

himself but notice the stunning women around
him. He feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to
find a beautiful woman smiling at him.

"Hi, I'm Lerato," she says with a husky voice.

"Scelo," he replies, taking her hand.

The night has just begun, and he is ready to see

where it will take him.

NDALOENHLE

After Thato leaves for her marital home, Ndalo

finds herself bored in her apartment, having
spent the last four hours recounting her
heartbreaking encounter with Themba.

She has blocked him everywhere and deleted

everything that got to do with him. That’s how
she heals, she doesn’t hold on to triggers and
memories. Her detaching game is unmatched, a
true Capricorn. To shake off the blues, she
decides to respond to some messages on
Tinder.

She quickly becomes bored, realising how weak

the dating game is. Men seemed to have
forgotten how to court a woman; their pickup
lines are weak and lame. She rolls her eyes at
each message, growing increasingly irritated.

Seeking a break from the app, she logs onto

WhatsApp and scrolls through statuses. She
stumbles upon Scelo's video and pictures. He
looks dashing, cleaned up and having the time
of his life.

Curiosity gets the better of her, she texts him.

"Hey, why did you leave me behind?" She texts

Scelo.
Scelo responds immediately.

"Honestly, I didn't think you'd be interested. You

can join me."

Ndalo smirks.

"I am bored out of my mind. Where are you?"

she asks.

Scelo drops the location.

"35 minutes away from me. I'll be there shortly,"

she texts back.
Ndalo springs into action and looks for an outfit
to wear after Scelo gives her a brief about the
party he is attending.

NARRATED

Ndalo pulls up to the luxurious mansion, the

sound of music and laughter spilling out into
the night air. She steps out of the car, her all-
black ensemble gleaming under the twinkling
lights.

Her makeup is flawless - smokey eyes, bold red

lips, and perfectly contoured cheekbones. The
black corset, paired with a short skirt and panty
hose that showcases her toned legs. Heels
click against the pavement as she makes her
way towards the entrance.
Scelo waits for her outside, his eyes scanning
the driveway until they land on Ndalo. His jaw
drops as he strides towards her.

Scelo: Wow.

Ndalo: Hey, handsome.

He pulls her into a warm hug, holding her close

for a moment.

Scelo: You look stunning.

He whispers, pulling back to admire her. She

chuckles and flicks her weave back.
Ndalo: Thanks, Scelo. You clean up nice
yourself.

Scelo offers his arm, and Ndalo takes it, her

heels clicking in rhythm with his shoes as they
enter the party. Inside, Lerato's eyes narrow, her
gaze flicking from Scelo to Ndalo. She has been
enjoying Scelo's attention all evening, and now
this stunning woman has captured his focus.

Ndalo: Who is that?

Scelo: No one important.
Ndalo: Nizosigwazisa ngabantu Scelo.
Scelo: (laughing) I’m serious. Where is your ring?
Ndalo: Don’t go there, it ended in tears.
Scelo: I’m sorry….
Ndalo: It’s fine. I am here to have fun, not mop.
Spha appears beside them, a wide grin
spreading across his face.

Spha: And nou, who is this gorgeous hun?

Scelo: This is Ndalo and Ndalo this is Spha, my
friend.
Ndalo: Pleased to meet you, Spha.
Spha: Same here gorgeous, don’t break my
boy’s heart or I’ll personally deal with you.

Scelo: Let's get you a drink.

He says pulling her away from Spha to the bar.

*
*
*
*

The door to Ndalo's apartment swings open,

and they stumble in, lips locked in a rough,
passionate kiss.

Scelo's drunkenness is evident in the way he

fumbles for the light switch, but Ndalo's hands
are already on his belt, unbuckling it with
urgency. His hands reciprocate, ripping her
pantyhose with a fierce desire. Just as quickly,
Ndalo's hands push him away.

Ndalo: Wait.
Scelo's eyes, clouded with lust, begs her.

Scelo: Come on babe…Ndalo?

She is already rushing to the bathroom,

slamming the door shut behind her. Scelo's
confusion turns to concern as he hears the
sound of vomiting. He knocks on the door.

Scelo: Ndalo?
Ndalo: I'm fine!

She shouts from the inside, he goes back to the

lounge and waits for her. She shows up looking
pale, Scelo gets up to look at her.

Ndalo: I'm sorry.

She says in a whisper and his arms wrap
around her.

Scelo: Are you okay?

Ndalo: I think it's just the drinks.

Scelo: We don't have to do anything.

Ndalo nods and leans into him as he holds her

close. Beneath his concern, a flicker of
disappointment surfaces. He was expecting a
night of passion, and now with Ndalo not
feeling well, he can’t continue it.

He looks down at her pale face, Scelo wonders

what the morning will bring. Will she still want
him when sobriety dawns? Or will regret take its
place? What if tonight was a drunken mistake?

He guides Ndalo to the couch, settling her onto

the plush cushions.

Scelo: I'll get you water and go home.

He says, heading to the kitchen.

He fills the glass with water thinking about how

tonight's momentum has been lost. Will Ndalo's
desire still burn bright in the morning light?

Scelo: Drink this, you should feel better.

She sips with her eyes closed and he picks up

his belt putting it on. She gets up and stands in
front of him, her hand on his chest.

Ndalo: Please don’t go.

Scelo hesitates, uncertainty etched on his face.

Ndalo's hands grasp his arms, her fingers
digging deep.

Ndalo: Stay.

Before Scelo can respond, Ndalo's lips brush

against his, sending shivers down his spine. At
first, he delays his response, mindful of her
earlier fragility. As Ndalo's kiss deepens, Scelo
realises she isn't pulling back, and gives in.
Scelo's hands wrapped around her waist, lifting
her onto the kitchen counter. He steps between
her legs, his body aligning with hers. Ndalo's
lips part, inviting him in. Scelo's tongue explores
her mouth, the kiss growing hungrier. Ndalo's
hands roam his chest, her touch setting him
ablaze.

As the kiss intensifies, Scelo's fingers trace the

hem of her skirt, slipping beneath the fabric.
Ndalo's gasp encourages him. He pulls her
closer, their bodies merging.

She wraps her legs around his waist, drawing

him closer and Scelo's groan vibrates through
her mouth. He lifts her from the counter,
carrying her to the bedroom.

Ndalo's laughter echoes through the hallway.

Scelo's fingers trace the edges of Ndalo's skirt,
slipping beneath the fabric to caress her skin.
Ndalo's hands unbuttons Scelo's shirt, revealing
his strong chest.

Their eyes lock, passion burning brighter with

each passing moment. Scelo's lips grazes
Ndalo's neck, sending shivers down her spine.
She unzips Scelo's pants, freeing him and his
hands slide up Ndalo's thighs, reaching the lace
of her panties.

Ndalo's breath hitches as Scelo's fingers dance

beneath the fabric. His lips explore her body,
inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Ndalo's
back arches, inviting Scelo deeper. Just as
Scelo's passion threatens to consume him,
Ndalo's hands press against his chest.
Ndalo: Wait,

Scelo: Not again….

Ndalo: (chuckling) Condoms?
Scelo: Oh, that.

He says relieved.

Ndalo: I'm not about to become the fourth baby

mama.

He chuckles.

Scelo: Understood.

He retrieves a condom from his wallet, ripping

open the packet. Ndalo watches, her heart
racing with anticipation as she takes in his size.
Scelo's hands guide the condom into place,
making sure it fits well. Ndalo's legs wrapped
around Scelo's waist draws him closer.

Scelo’s lips return to Ndalo's, his tongue

dancing with hers. He positions himself at her
entrance, his body trembling with anticipation.
Ndalo's hands grasp his shoulders, her nails
digging deep. Scelo gently pushes himself in,
and Ndalo gasps as his thickness stretches her.

Scelo: Are you okay?

Ndalo : I'm fine

Scelo’s movements slow down, his concern

evident. Ndalo wraps her legs tighter around
him.

Ndalo: Don't stop.

To be continued.
[06/11, 08:35] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 11

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

SCELO

His pace quickness, his own groans mingling

with hers, their bodies moving in a perfect sync.
Ndalo: Yes! Oh yes!

Her moans grow louder as his thrusts deepens.

Scelo: Ah, Ndalo!

Ndalo's back arches, her body trembling with

pleasure. Together, they reach the pinnacle of
their passion, their desire for each other
exploding in a shared climax.

Scelo: You taste so incredible. Your body is a

work of art, and I'm honoured to explore every
inch of it.

Ndalo blushes, her lips curling into a soft smile.

Scelo collapses beside her on the bed, pulling
Ndalo closer to his chest. Their bodies
entwined, basking in the warmth of their
passion. Sleep soon claims them, the
exhaustion of their intense lovemaking taking
its toll.

The next morning, the alarm pierces the calm,

shattering the serenity of the moment. He
yawns, stretching his arms above his head. He
switches off the alarm and sits up, his gaze
falling on the used condom on the floor. A smile
spreads across his face as memories of the
previous night floods his mind.

He leans over, planting a soft kiss on Ndalo's

forehead.

Scelo: Good morning, beautiful.

He whispers and gets off from bed, carefully
collecting the used condom with a tissue. He
walks to the bathroom and flushes it down the
toilet. He stands before the mirror, unable to
help himself but grin. "Long time," he thinks,
recalling the intensity of their passion.

Ndalo's eyes open, her gaze falling on Scelo as

he hurriedly dresses. She yawns, stretching her
arms above her head, her voice husky from
sleep.

Ndalo: Good morning.

Scelo : Morning, beautiful. Thank God you are

up, I've got to rush.
Ndalo: Where are you off to so early?

Scelo: I need to get home, free Khanyisa, and

get the kids ready for school.

She looks at the watch on her nightstand, her

eyes widening in surprise.

Ndalo: It's almost 5 am! How are you planning

on getting home?

Scelo: I'll Uber.

Ndalo: Take my car.

Scelo : No, I can't do that.

Ndalo: Come on, Scelo. It's safer, and you won't
have to wait for a ride. Besides, I won't be using
it since I will be working from home today.
Scelo: Why does this feel like a trap to come
back here?
Ndalo: (smiling) Maybe it is.
Scelo: What if I run away with your car?
Ndalo: I know where you work and that car is
my guinea pig.
Scelo: Okay, fine. Thank you.

He shakes his head smiling and walks up to her,

he kisses her lips and sits beside her. He
brushes her hand with his eyes searching hers.

Scelo: Do you regret this?

Ndalo: No.
Scelo: (smiling) Me neither.

Her hands grasp his t-shirt. She pulls him closer,

and bites her lips.

Ndalo: I don't want this to be the last time.

Scelo: (smirking) Same here.

Ndalo: I'm single now, and I want to explore

what I feel about you. I've had a crush on you
for a while.

Scelo: Really?
Ndalo: Yep. Now that I'm single, let's see where
this goes.

Scelo( grinning widely) I'm down for it. No

pressure.

Ndalo smiles and kisses him.

Scelo: Would you like to go on a proper date
later? We can talk and get to know each other
better.

Ndalo: (smiling) I'd love to.

Scelo: Great. I'll plan something and let you

know the details.

Ndalo: I'm looking forward to it.

She gives him the car keys and walks with him
to the door, she waves at him as he drives her
germin machine out of the building smiling like
an idiot. He owes Spha a drink for dragging him
out of the house.

NDALOENHLE

She puts her coffee on the table and sits on her

desk in front of her computer. Today is a busy
day and she has so much work to catch up
from since she has been distracted with her
father’s sickness. Now that he is recovering
well and will be back home soon, she can focus.

Thinking about her family makes her realise

that she has to tell them about her breakup with
Themba. Knowing her mother, she will answer
millions of questions as to why and all that. If
there is one thing she promised herself is never
settling for less. She knows that her mother will
caution her about forever moving on but she
doesn’t care really. She will forever move on
than persevering nonsense all in the name of
lasting in relationships.

Her mind shifts back to Scelo and she smiles.

What a man, what a gentleman. She is not
raising her hopes high or expectations but
enjoys what is happening between them at the
moment. She wants more of what he gave her
yesterday and this time, she wants it sober so
that she can show him who she is.
Just as she was finalising a report, her phone
rings. Thato's name flashing on the screen. She
answers and puts her on a loudspeaker.
Ndalo: Hey, girl.

Thato: Spill the tea, you can’t leave me hanging.

How was your night?

She told her about meeting him at the party

before she left her house last night and shared
the location with her the whole time.

Ndalo: Oh friend, where do I even begin? Scelo

was amazing. He's a beast in bed.

Thato: Oh my God friend. You're such a whore!

Ndalo: (giggling) I know, and I'm having fun.

Thato: I love it for you. Just promise me that
you will be careful, Ndalo. I'm glad you're
moving on from Themba.

Ndalo: I got this, Thato. I need to get blood tests

done. If Themba was cheating with Zoleka all
this time, who knows what he might have
brought into our relationship?

Thato : Also double check your family planning

method, now that you're exploring.
Ndalo: That one is secured and covered, no
pregnancy formed against me shall prosper.

Thato: (laughing) Keep me posted on Scelo. I

want details.

Ndalo: We are going on a date later.

Thato: Interesting. Where?
Ndalo: I don’t know, he hasn’t told me yet. I will
update you when he does.

THEMBA

After a long day at work, he walks into the

house he shares with Zoleka. She gets up from
the couch and walks up to him.

Themba: Hey.

He says, heading to the fridge for water.

Zoleka's steps followed him.

Zoleka: Are you avoiding me, Themba?

Themba: Where does this come from now?
Zoleka: This is supposed to be our honeymoon
stage but you're always working late, Themba. It
feels like you're avoiding me.

He sighs, gulping water from the bottle.

Themba: That's not true, Zoleka. Work's just

been hectic with elections around the corner.

Zoleka: For this to work, you need to put in

effort. We barely spend time together. How are
we going to get used to one another? This
doesn’t have to be miserable, Themba.

He nods, setting the bottle down and takes

Zoleka's hand.
Themba: You're right. We have to make the best
of our situation.

Her expression softens and he sees a little

smile on her face.

Themba: How about we go out tonight? Just

the two of us.

Zoleka: For real?

Themba : Yes. Pick anywhere you'd like us to go

to, and we'll go.

Zoleka leans into him and he kisses her

forehead.
Themba: I'll try to do better, Zoleka. I promise.

NARRATED

Scelo and Ndalo arriveS at The Grillhouse in

Rosebank, the soft glow of the restaurant's
lights inviting them in. He opens the door for
her and takes her hand as they step into the
restaurant. Ndalo glances at him one more time
and whispers.

Ndalo: You look stunning.

Scelo: Don’t make me blush. You're

breathtaking yourself.

He pulls a chair for her and walks over to his to

sit down.

Ndalo: (smiling) Are the kids okay?

Scelo: They're fine, with the babysitter.

The waiter appears, pad in hand. "Welcome to

The Grillhouse. What can I get you tonight?"

The waiter takes their drink orders and walks

away, leaving them paging the menu.

Scelo: (chuckling) It feels weird being served as

I'm a waiter myself.

Ndalo: Do you love your job?

Scelo: Yes, it's not my destiny, but I'm making
the most of it.

Ndalo: That's admirable.

Scelo: What about you? What do you do?

Ndalo: I'm into cyber security and penetration

testing.

Scelo's eyebrow shot up, impressed. There's

few ladies in that career and that means one
thing: Ndalo is not just a pretty face.

Scelo: Wow, that's fascinating.

Ndalo: (chuckling) It has its moments.

The waiter returns with their drinks, and Scelo
raises his glass.

Scelo: To new beginnings.

Ndalo's smile is wide as she holds her glass

against his.

*
*
*
*

Themba and Zoleka stroll into The Grillhouse,

unaware of the surprise awaiting them.
As they walk through the entrance, Themba's
gaze sweeps the room, his eyes locking onto a
familiar pair.

Ndalo and Scelo are laughing together, lost in

their own world. Ndalo's infectious laughter fills
the air, Scelo's eyes shining with adoration as
he wipes something from her mouth.

Themba's chest tightens, his jaw clenches. Why

is this waiter guy with Ndalo? A surge of
possessiveness washes over him, his mind
racing with questions. Now it makes sense why
he never liked this guy. Does this mean he has
been busy with his woman all this while?
Because how can Ndalo move on so quickly?
Zoleka nudges him, oblivious to the tension.

“Where would you like to sit, Sir, Ma'am?" the

waiter asks.

Themba: I've lost my appetite.

He turns and walks away, Zoleka rushes after

him confused.

Zoleka: Themba, what's wrong?

Themba: I Just need some air.

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CHAPTER 12

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

THEMBA

He leaves the restaurants and walks so fast

with Zoleka on his tail until they reach the car.

Zoleka : What happened back there? Why are

we leaving?

He takes a deep breath, calming down.

Themba: I saw my ex, Ndalo. She is inside.

Zoleka: Oh, I understand.

Themba: Let's go just go home, I am not in the

mood to be in the same space with her.

Zoleka: Hai bo Themba. Our plans don't have to

be ruined because of an ex. I put in so much
effort to look good tonight.

Themba: You do look stunning.

He says forcing a smile but beneath the surface,

his mind full of bitterness. Seeing Ndalo with
Scelo has unsettled him. He thought she'd be
miserable, pining for him, not laughing with
another man. Especially so soon. A realisation
dawns on him: Ndalo must have been secretly
dating Scelo all along. The thought eases his
guilt over marrying Zoleka behind Ndalo's back.
Maybe this is for the best.

Zoleka: Hey, are you okay? You seem lost in

thoughts.

Themba: Yeah, I’m fine. Let's go somewhere

else.

The evening's mood has faded, replaced by the

sting of Ndalo's apparent happiness with Scelo.

SCELO

After dinner, he finds a quieter spot, parking at

top of a hill in Rosebank's Zoo Lake parking lot.
The city lights twinkling below, a serene
backdrop for their evening. Ndalo leans against
the car, with Scelo sitting on the bonnet.

Ndalo: Today was great, I really had a great time.

Scelo: Same here, I don’t want this night to end.
Ndalo: There is something that I have been
meaning to ask you but don’t know where to
start.
Scelo: Feel free and ask away.
Ndalo: Three kids with three women? How did
you manage that at 30?

Scelo: (chuckling) As a broke, unemployed man,

sex was the only entertainment I could give and
the ladies were fertile. That's how I got there.
Ndalo: Having sex is not a sin, but why not
condomise?
Scelo: If you check my children's age gap, you
will see that I spend years with one woman and
you can’t use condoms for more than a year
unless of course there is a valid reason.
Ndalo: There is no such a thing, wena nje
uthanda i skoon. (you just love raw sex)
Scelo: (laughing) Don’t you like it? And if you are
worried about me being sick, please don’t. I am
clean, thanks to the almighty.

Ndalo: I am not surprised, somehow hoes

always manages to dodge HIV, I don’t know
how it happens.
Scelo: (laughing) Not you calling me a hoe.
Ndalo: I was actually referring to myself but
sorry cinderella.
Scelo: You talk shame. Your turn. What
happened between you and Themba?
Ndalo: He married someone else and I found
out through the media. This happened while my
father was fighting for his life in the hospital.

A tear escapes, rolling down her cheek. His

thumb wipes it away, his lips brushing against
her eyes.

Scelo: I am sorry to hear that. He is an idiot, not

you.

He says and she lifts her teary eyes and looks

at him.

Ndalo: I don’t want to make you a rebound…

Scelo: I don’t want to pressure you either. Let’s
just take it one day at a time and see where it
leads us.

His lips devour Ndalo's, their kiss deepening as

they surrender to desire. His hand wanders
underneath her dress, discovering the surprise
that awaits him. She is wearing no underwear. A
sly smile spread across his lips.

Scelo: You're such a bad girl.

Ndalo giggles guilty and he lifts her, guiding her

to the back of the car. He sits down, positioning
Ndalo on his lap. Their lips meet again, passion
igniting. Ndalo takes charge, her lips tracing
Scelo's neck.
Her hands fiddling with his pants, the sound of
the zipper sending shivers down Scelo's spine.

Scelo: Ndalo..

He calls out her name, his voice husky with

desire. Her gaze is locked onto his, her eyes
burning with passion and lust. His hands
roaming her body, exploring every curve.
Ndalo: Yes?
Scelo: I don’t have the condoms with me.
Ndalo: We’ll take care of it?
Scelo: Are you sure?
Ndalo: Yes.

He smiles and her hands take out his dick that

is hard like a rock, he watches her directing it on
her entrance and moans as she sits on it.

Scelo: Oh babe….

He groans, spanking her butt and squeezing it.

She adjusts herself and starts bouncing on top
of him. With his tilted back, he closes his eyes
and enjoys the pleasure that comes with being
inside her.

ZOLEKA

She walks out of the mall, her arms occupied

with shopping bags, her phone pressed to her
ear. She is chatting with her mother, updating
her on her life with Themba.
Zoleka: Things are getting better, Mama. We
went on a date the other day and yesterday he
brought me flowers.

Babalwa: It’s good that he is trying. Be patient

with him, Zoleka. Remember your arrangement
and why you are doing this. It will be worth it at
the end.
Zoleka : I will, Mama. Let’s chat later, I have to
go.

She ends the call, tossing her phone into her

handbag and kick starts her car driving home.
Her mind is wandering to the evening ahead,
planning a quiet dinner with Themba.

As she pulls into her driveway, a man in a crisp

suit stands outside her house, his eyes fixed on
her. Her curiosity rises as she steps out of the
car.

Zoleka: Can I help you?

The man nods. "Zoleka Mthembu?"

Zoleka: Yes.

He hands her a stack of papers. "You've been

served."

Zoleka's heart sinks as she scans the

documents.

_COURT ORDER: TERMINATION OF PARENTAL

RIGHTS_
_CASE NUMBER: 2023/001234_

_CHILD'S NAME: Iminathi Buthelezi_

_MOTHER'S NAME: Zoleka Mthembu_

_FATHER'S NAME: Scelo Buthelezi_

The contract outlined the terms:

- Zoleka Mthembu hereby relinquishes all

parental rights to Iminathi Buthelezi.
- Scelo Buthelezi shall have sole custody and
decision-making authority.
- Zoleka Mthembu shall have no contact or
visitation rights.

Her eyes widen, her throat constricting.

Zoleka: Why?

The sheriff's expression remains neutral.

"Please consult with your lawyer, ma'am." With
that, he turns around and leaves.

She stands in the same place, frozen, the

papers shaking in her hands. How could Scelo
do this?

NARRATED

Ndalo sits nervously in the doctor's office,

fidgeting with her hands. Since the date night
with Scelo the other day, they have totally
forgotten about condoms and she doesn’t
blame those girls who fall pregnant for him.
That man's dick tastes better without the rubber
on and she is getting addicted and he is not
stingy at all. He is forever at her place, serving
her.

"Your blood test results are in," Dr. Mabuza says,

scanning the papers.

She keeps her eyes locked onto the doctor's.

Dr. Mabuza: Everything looks fine.

Ndalo: (exchales) : Thank goodness.

Dr. Mabuza : You're lucky. Unprotected sex can

be risky.

She nods, remembering Scelo's passionate

touch.

Ndalo: Check my loop, please. I don't want any

surprises.

Dr. Mabuza: Let's take a look.

The examination is quick and painless.

Dr. Mabuza: Your IUD is perfectly in place.

Ndalo: Good, I want to enjoy Scelo without

worrying.
She has a good relationship with her doctor and
has been his patient for years. She has grown
to trust him with everything, including her sex
life and guys.

Dr. Mabuza: (chuckling): Enjoy responsibly, then.

With a clean bill of health and her birth control

secured, Ndalo leaves the clinic, ready to
explore her connection with Scelo. No worries,
no fears. Just her and Scelo, free to explore
their passion.

She settles into her car, keys in the ignition,

when her phone buzzes. Scelo's name flashing
on the screen.
Ndalo: Hey lover boy.

Scelo: Hey. Are you done with the doctor? I

need to talk to you.

Ndalo: What's wrong?

Scelo : Can we meet later?

Ndalo: No, tell me now.

Scelo: (sighs) I have something to tell you...

Ndalo: I am listening.
Scelo: I have a daughter with your ex’s wife.
Ndalo: Zoleka has a child with you?

Scelo: Yes, Iminathi. My second born daughter.

The day before their wedding, I met Themba
and Zoleka at the restaurant.

Ndalo: Scelo, why didn't you tell me?

Scelo: I didn't know how and it was before the

time I could get your number.

Ndalo: Scelo, we do need to talk.

Scelo agrees, and they make plans to meet later.

Ndalo's mind races, questions swirling. What
does this mean for their relationship or
whatever they are doing? For Scelo's daughter?
For Zoleka? Her being Scelo’s ex is not so bad
but she is his whole baby mama and now
married to her ex as well.

What a mess!

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 13

SPONSORED BY SANELLA MSOMI

NDALOENHLE

She walks into her apartment, shedding her

workday stress. She heads to the kitchen and
pulls out ingredients for dinner. Scelo is coming
over, and they need to talk. As the meat defrost,
she takes a refreshing shower, slipping into her
short silk pyjamas afterward.

She returns to the kitchen and starts chopping

vegetables while having a glass of wine. Just as
she adds the final touches, her phone buzzes.
Scelo's text flashing on the screen: "Hey babe. I
am at my place, then I will be heading to yours
shortly. I’ve got a shift at the club later."

She picks up her phone and types "Okay, no

rush." reply to his message. Her phone rings
before she puts it down. It’s her mother. She
sighs and takes a sip of her wine before
answering.
Ndalo: Mama.

MaCele: Hey nana.

Ndalo: ( smiling) How are you, Mama?

MaCele: I'm worried about you.

Ndalo: Why? What's there to worry about?

MaCele: This break up between you and

Themba, what really happened?
Ndalo: There's nothing more to say, Mama. He
went behind my back and married someone
else.
MaCele: But why? I thought you two were happy
and planning your wedding.

Ndalo: So did I.

MaCele: Ndalo, at 28, you have no man, no child.

Your peers are having two, three kids, and are
married.

Ndalo: Good for them, Mama. I'm not in a hurry.

MaCele: Ndalo, reduce your pride. You're

heading toward being one of those successful
women – childless, no man.

Ndalo: (chuckling) Mama, that's not a curse.

MaCele : You need someone to take care of you.

Ndalo: No Ma, I need someone to love me and

only me. I can take care of myself.

MaCele: I don’t mean it in a bad way, I just want

you to be happy.

Ndalo: (smiling) I know Ma and in good time it

will happen and if it doesn’t that’s also okay.
How is dad doing?

MaCele: Your father is better, back home and

doing well.

Ndalo: I am glad.
They chat for a bit and end the call when her
doorbell rings. She puts the phone down and
walks to open it. Scelo stands outside the door,
she steps aside and lets him in. They share a
hug as soon as he walks inside. He puts his
keys on the table and she pours him some of
the wine.

Scelo: Thanks but this will be the only glass.

Ndalo: Oh snap, I forgot you are still going to
work.
Scelo: It’s okay, one glass won’t hurt nor make
me drunk.

She smiles and continues with clearing the

table and checking her pots.

Scelo: So how did it go with the doctor?

Ndalo: It went well, he didn’t find anything to
worry about.
Scelo: That’s good, that means you and I got so
much sexing to do.
Ndalo: (blushing) How was your day?
Scelo: Stressful and busy. Yours?
Ndalo: It was fine. So, let’s talk.

She says and leads Scelo to the couches, he

sits down and lets her place her legs on his lap.
He narrates how Iminathi was born and how
Zoleka dropped her at his door when she was
only a few days old and that he was able to
raise her with the help of his mother before
things went south at home.

Ndalo: I don’t mean to badmouth her but she is

heartless, who gives birth to a child and never
checks on how they are doing?
Scelo: Surprises me everyday.
Ndalo: I appreciate you telling me but I’m
worried about constantly bumping into Themba.
With him being your daughter’s stepfather, it
means he will be in my life.

His lips stretch into a smile and she frowns,

confused.

Ndalo: Why are you smiling?

Scelo: It’s what you say which shows that you
are thinking about the future and being in my
kid’s life.
Ndalo: (smiling) Well, I do like you and would
like to meet your kids.
Scelo: That will happen once we have
formalised what we are doing because I
wouldn’t want to give my childrens fake hope.
Ndalo: (nodding) That’s fair.

Scelo: Since we are on the topic, do you really

think you can handle dating me with 3 kids? It’s
all fun and games now Ndalo because we are
excited about the great sex but once the hype
of it dies down, you will get to meet me.

The real me. I live and am fully committed to my

children and that sometimes tends to be a
problem to other people. The mother of my last
born found me with two kids.

She said she was fine with it and I also thought

so because she loved my kids until she had her
own child. The problem started. She now
wanted me to prioritise her child over the others
and I told her I will not do that. That was the
beginning of our problems and eventually she
packed up and left.

Ndalo: Phew, you have been through a lot. I

don’t promise to be perfect because there is no
such but I will not mistreat or compete with
your children should our relationship go there.

All I will need from you is boundaries, especially

from the mother of your children. Hence I am
worried about Zoleka and Themba coming in
and out of lives playing mom and dad to your
daughter.
Scelo: That will not happen, she signed her
parental rights off.
Ndalo: She did?
Scelo: Yep. She really doesn’t want this child.
Ndalo: Scelo, please be honest with me. What
did you do to this woman to resent her own
blood like this?
Scelo: Nothing. She fears her parents hence
she is now married to your ex.
Ndalo: So it was indeed an arranged marriage? I
thought Themba was lying.

Scelo : Now that you know about my past, do

you still want to be with me?

He asks with clear vulnerability in his eyes. Her

smile lit up the room. Her hands roam in his
pants, sending shivers down his spine.

Ntando: Besides your A+ sex game, I like you as

a person.
Scelo's laughter merges with hers, their lips
meeting in a passionate kiss. He looks at the
time and pulls back.

Scelo: Babe, If I don't leave now, I'll be late.

Ndalo: Let me dish up food for you.

He follows her, his stomach growling. She

dishes up and they sit down to eat.

Ndalo: Babe, Do you have any qualifications or

knowledge about cyber security?

Scelo: Not really, I only have skills in trading.

Why do you ask?
Ndalo: I'm thinking of getting you something at
work. One that will afford you rest and spare
time to juggle between me and the kids.

Scelo: That’s sweet babe but you don’t have to.

Ndalo: You overwork yourself and exhaustion is

a real thing.
Scelo: Thanks for caring but I am fine.

He finishes his meal and she walks him to the

door where their lips meet in a gentle kiss.

Scelo: Thank you for the food and chat, I will

see you in the morning.

Ndalo: Drive safely, call me when you arrive.

Scelo leaves. She walks back and puts the
dishes inside the dishwasher. A doorbell rings,
she walks to open it thinking Scelo forgot
something only to be met with Themba. He
doesn’t even wait for her to let him in but walks
past her.

Themba: So all along, you were cheating on me

with that guy?
Ndalo: (rolling her eyes) What are you doing
here? Leave, Themba. This isn't your home.

Themba: You downgraded, Ndalo. A waiter?

Ndalo: Scelo is an upgrade, Themba. Especially

in bed.
Themba's eyes widen as Ndalo continues.

Ndalo: The orgasms he gives me? Real. Not

fabricated to boost your ego.

Themba: (swallowing) I’m glad my father chose

a good wife for me. At least I got a pure, smart
woman, not someone with 70 body counts.

Ndalo: (laughing) Purity is overrated, Themba.

Experience is priceless. And wait, did you say
your wife was pure?
Themba: Yes. Are you surprised that women
almost your age are able to save themselves
and don’t open their legs for everyone?

Ndalo: (clapping her hands) I’ve never heard of

someone with a child called pure. Or is it a
Xhosa culture since both of you are Xhosa?
Themba: What did you just say?

Ndalo: You heard me.

Themba: Jealousy doesn’t suit you Ndalo.
Ndalo: (laughing) Me, jealous? You must be
delusional. Leave. Now. Before I call security.

To be continued...
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CHAPTER 14

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

Themba walks back to his house, his mind

reeling from the confrontation with Ndalo. Her
words still echo in his mind: "Zoleka has a
child.” He scoffs, refusing to believe such
because it’s impossible. She was her first. How
could she have a child?

This isn't some biblical tale, with Maria

conceiving through the Holy Spirit. No, this is
real life. Ndalo is just bitter that he left her,
that's all. Ndalo's words were a defence
mechanism because she couldn't handle the
truth about her own past. Seventy body counts?
Okay, He exaggerated a bit there, wanting to
hurt her after she claimed Scelo was better in
bed.

Zoleka: Hey, you are back.

She is busy with dishes, he sits and looks at her.

Themba: Hey.
Zoleka: What's wrong?

Themba hesitates for a moment, unsure if he

should share but he needs assurance.

Themba: Ndalo said something.

Zoleka: Your ex? What did she say?
Themba: She said you have a child.
Zoleka: A child from where?
Themba: That’s what I was hoping you could
tell me because it doesn’t make sense. You
said you were pure, right?
Zoleka: Didn’t you confirm that for yourself?
Themba: I did but…
Zoleka: But what?

Themba: I don’t know, maybe I am overthinking

but our first time felt different. I don’t know how
to say it and now there’s these rumours about
you having a child….it’s all confusing to me.

Zoleka: I don’t know where I should laugh or be

upset! You leave this house and come back
with dumbfounded accusations from your ex
and you want me to entertain them? Why?
Themba: I was just asking, why are you angry?
Zoleka: Because undibuza ububhanxa! What the
fuck were you doing with her anyway? Where
did you see her?
Themba: (clearing his throat) I bumped into her
at the garage and we argued.
Zoleka: That girl is bitter that you left her and
married someone else after you promised her
marriage first. I would be mad too but that
doesn’t mean you should entertain every lie she
spits.
Themba: I hear you but Ndalo doesn’t know you,
why would she lie?
Zoleka: Now you want me to prove myself
against your ex? Is that it?

Themba: Zoleka, let’s just forget about this

because I can see it is making you upset.
Zoleka: Just like that, huh?
Themba: What do you want me to say?
Zoleka: I don’t know! You are the one who went
to see your ex and came here with stupid
questions! How about you apologise for
starters?
She yells and Themba sighs, brushing his face
and gets up. He walks up to her and holds her
waist.

Themba: I am sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted

you in the first place.

NDALOENHLE

She is with Thato at their favourite lunch spot,

catching up over lunch. She feels like this is the
longest time they haven’t seen each other in
person and there is so much to talk about.

Ndalo: You are glowing babe, what is our

husband feeding you?
Thato: (laughing) His semen, I'm pregnant!
She drops the ball and Ndalo screams excitedly,
earning stares from the people in the restaurant.
She hugs Thato tightly.

Ndalo: I'm going to be an aunt! Oh My God. This

is a nice surprise.
Thalo: I was depressed when I found out you
know because we didn’t plan this but now, I am
happy and cannot wait to meet my little bundle.
Ndalo: You are going to make a great mom and
so is Thabiso. I am happy for you guys.
Thato: Thank you my love. Gosh I haven’t seen
you forever. What's been happening the past
four months?

Ndalo: (smiling) Same old same old. Work got

busy and I went home to see my father. The old
man has recovered well and is up to his feet.
Scelo and I are growing stronger, closer every
day.

Thato: (smiling) And?

Ndalo: Friend, I think I'm falling for him.

Thato's eyes widen in shock, Ndalo laughs

covering her mouth.

Ndalo: I know, I know but Scelo is an easy guy

to be with. He is gentle, kind...he makes me feel
seen. I also love how he loves and takes care of
his kids.

Thato: He has kids?

Ndalo: Yes, 3.
Thato: Mhm , that's quite a lot friend. Will you
cope?
Ndalo: It does sound scary but he is not
pressuring me to be a stepmother or in his kids
life at the moment.
Thato: Eventually you will be, especially now
that you are falling for him.
Ndalo: I know friend, and sometimes I do worry
but I won’t let a good man go because he has 3
kids. Everyone has a past, just because I don’t
have kids doesn’t make mine better.

Thato: Look at you sounding like the real grown

up you are. I'm happy if you're happy.

Ndalo: Thank you. His birthday is approaching

and I'm planning to surprise him.
Thato: You are really gone my friend, far gone.
Ndalo: (laughing) I know but I want to celebrate
him since he said he doesn’t celebrate
birthdays. I just don’t know what to gift him.
Thato: Look at his interests, hobbies,
personality traits for example, sentimental, tech
-savvy along those lines.
Ndalo: That’s actually a good idea. I know
where to start now. Thank you, friend.

SCELO

He is relaxing with Spha outside the gym, post-

workout.

Scelo: Life's good, my friend.

He says, sipping his energy drink.

Spha: Work's been keeping me busy. How about

you?
Scelo: Ndalo's been amazing, our relationship is
so peaceful.
Spha: (smiling) You guys are getting serious,
huh?
Scelo: Yep.I want to make things official, I love
her.

His friend grins widely and bumps his fists.

Spha: That’s what I am talking about. I hope you

are going to introduce her to the kids soon?
Scelo: Eventually I will. I want them to meet the
woman who makes me happy. Ndalo is chilled,
despite her lifestyle and standards.

Spha: I can tell from the distance, she is the true

definition of a fine soft girl.

Scelo: That makes me think of getting

something more serious, work-wise. Waiting
tables won't cut it forever.

Spha: You'll find something. You are a hard

working guy.

The conversation shifts to Scelo's upcoming

birthday.
Spha: Do you have anything planned?

Scelo: No, maybe I will spend time with Ndalo or

the kids.

Spha : I have never heard you speaking about

celebrating your birthday. Why is that?
Scelo: It’s something I am not used to, no one
ever celebrated me, even my own mother.
Spha: Then celebrate yourself. Only you know
what it took to get where you are now. Don’t
wait on the next person.
Scelo: You are right, I will think of something.
Spha: It doesn’t have to be something big, start
maybe by buying something you have always
wanted.
Scelo nods and finishes the last sip of his drink.
They get up and walk to their cars as they part
ways from the gym. How can he celebrate his
birthday?

NARRATED

Zoleka sits nervously outside the seer's room,

her mother's words echoing in her mind. "Get
pregnant, Zoleka. Secure your union with
Themba." She is trying really, her and Themba
are active but still nothing.

Pressure is mounting from both mothers while

Themba seems unconcerned, but Zoleka feels
the weight. It’s only been 4 months and a
couple of weeks married but it already feels like
4 years with every pregnancy test she takes.
Following her mother's instructions, Zoleka
brought hers and Themba's dirty clothes. The
seer's assistant ushers her in. Incense floats
through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs.
Zoleka enters the dimly lit room, decorated
with African artefacts.

The seer, Mama Nala, greets her warmly.

Mama Nala: Welcome, Zoleka. Did you bring the

things I requested?

Zoleka nods, and hands over the clothes,

watching as Mama Nala examines them. She
puts them on the mat and lits incense, candles
and gives Zoleka the bags of bones to blow
inside of. She discards the bones all over their
clothes and groans.

Mama Nala: Your energies are tangled, you

need to fix your past, Zoleka.

Zoleka: I beg your pardon, Mama Nala?

Mama Nala: Your blood cries out. Until you

address that pain, your womb remains closed.

Zoleka: What pain?

Mama Nala: You know exactly what I am talking

about. Unresolved emotions linger and until
then, you shall not be able to bear a child in this
marriage.
Zoleka: Bullshit! I knew coming here was a
waste of time.

Mama Nala: Zoleka….

Zoleka: You are a scam and I will expose you,
idiot.

She clicks her tongue, quickly gets up from the

floor and walks out of the rondavel running
straight to her car and forgetting her shoes
behind.

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 15
SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

ZOLEKA

The drive from the seer to her house feels long

as she fights the urge to cry. It’s a miracle that
she makes it to her house safely after having
cars hooting at her for driving so carelessly.

Zoleka bursts through the door, tears streaming

down her face. She can't shake off the words of
the seer, Mama Nala, from her mind. "Fix your
past, Zoleka...Your blood cries out." The
thought of acknowledging her child with Scelo
is unthinkable.

She collapses onto the couch, burying her face

in a cushion. Her mind racing with thoughts of
her parents finding out about her child.

The thought of how proud they are of her, and

how their pride will shatter if they get to know
the truth. She can already see the look on her
mother’s face, not to mention her father. He will
probably disown and ignore her for life.

Imagine how hard she fought Themba on this

very issue, denying the existence of her child.
Now having to come clean to him and worse,
facing Scelo after everything? There is no way!

Themba walks in and finds her crying, he sits

next to her and lifts her head.

Themba: Babe, what's wrong?

Zoleka: The pressure to conceive it's
overwhelming.

She sniffles, wiping away her tears. He wraps

his arms around her and kisses her forehead.
Themba: Baby, it's only been four months.
There is really no need to stress and put
yourself under pressure.

Zoleka wipes her tears, and she nods, trying to

reassure herself. There has to be another way,
another explanation, another solution. Not
Scelo. Not her past. Not her child.

Zoleka: Let’s say I can’t give you children, what

would you do?
Themba: I am not in a hurry nor do I think it
matters.
Zoleka: Would you take another wife?
Themba: Of course not. Babe, stop stressing
about this. I am sure we are fine and if there is a
problem then we'll figure it out together. Okay?
Zoleka: Okay.
Themba: I am going to change and take my
walk, do you want to join me?
Zoleka: No, I think I will just sleep.
Themba: Okay, stop stressing.

He plants a kiss on her lips and walks away to

their bedroom. She sighs and reaches for her
phone. There’s missed calls from her mother,
probably asking her about the seer thing. She is
not in the mood so she ignores everything and
logs into her mysterious account that she uses
to stalk people and comments however on
facebook.
She checks the cost and searches Scelo’s
name, his account pops up and he last posted a
picture of him and the kids 2 days ago. She
zooms in to the second child posing next to him
and feels her heart ache for the first time as she
zoom’s the picture of the girl. She doesn't hear
Themba walk back to the room and gets
startled by his voice.

Themba: Babe, don’t tell me you are still crying

about this thing.
Zoleka: Urhm no, it’s something I just read
about online. So sad, it triggers my emotions.
Themba: Leave the phone and go take that nap.
Zoleka: (smiling through tears) You are right.
Enjoy your walk.

NARRATED
Ndalo's hands move swiftly, transforming her
living room into a birthday haven. Balloons in
shades of blue and silver float from the ceiling,
casting a celebratory glow. A bottle of
Hennessy, Corona and Ice Tropez chill in the ice
bucket.

For Scelo's trading skills, she acquired the

latest technical analysis software and a state-of
-the-art smartwatch, Emporio Armani. She also
got him sleek black jeans, Galaxyboy t-shirts
and Nike sneakers. She is definitely going all
out, only a car is missing.

The best and most important thing: a delicious

chocolate cake, surrounded by a seafood
platter filled with delicious prawns, calamari,
and line fish. She wouldn’t be Zulu if she didn’t
add braaied meat into the menu.

Soft music playing, setting the tone for an

intimate evening. Ndalo slips into a fitted, red
silk dress, her curves showing properly. She
finishes the look with black strappy heels from
Steve Madden, adding a final touch of
sophistication.

A glass of champagne in hand, she double

checks everything and the doorbell rings,
signalling Scelo's arrival. Her heart skips a beat.
It’s now showtime.

She opens the door with a wide smile and lets

him in. Scelo steps into the apartment, his eyes
widening in awe.
Scelo: Is this all for me?
Ndalo: Yes my love, happy birthday.
Scelo: Oh MaZungu, no one has ever done this
for me. Thank you.

Tears prickles at the corners of his eyes, unable

to hold back the emotions and excitement.
Ndalo rushes up to him and envelopes him in a
tight hug. Scelo's emotions overflow, tears
streaming down his face. Ndalo holds him
close, her warmth comforting.

Scelo composes himself and takes in all the

details: The cake, the seafood platter, the
luxurious gifts.

Ndalo: Do you like it?

Scelo: I love it and I love you.

Ndalo's heart skips a beat as his words hang in

the air, He steps closer and whispers, his voice
barely above a whisper.

Scelo: I love you, Ndalo.

Ndalo: I love you too.

Their lips meet in a passionate, hungry kiss.

Scelo teases, his lips tracing her ear and his
hand under her dress, touching her cookie.

Scelo: I think I'll eat this birthday cake first.

Ndalo: Scelo…
Scelo: The other cake can wait.

His hands cradle Ndalo's waist, lifting her onto

the kitchen counter.

Scelo: You look so stunning but this dress has

to go.

He whispers and his fingers dance across her

skin, stripping her dress away. Ndalo's hands
join his, shedding his clothes with urgency.
Their naked bodies entwined, Scelo's gaze
feasts on Ndalo's beauty. He reaches for the
cake cream, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Ndalo's eyes widen as Scelo smears the cream

across her skin. His tongue traces the sweet
path, sending shivers down her spine. Ndalo's
moans fill the air, her body arching into his
touch. Scelo savours each lick, each taste of
her.

Ndalo's hands grasp his hair, pulling him closer.

As Scelo's lips land at her creamy-coated pussy,
Ndalo yelps.

Ndalo: Scelo…

His response is a low growl, his mouth fully

devouring her cookie. He lifts his head and
claims her lips, pulling her body to the edge of
the table and rubs her manhood on her
entrance. A soft moan escapes her lips as he
enters her slowly.

*
*
*
A knock comes through the door, Khanyisa, the
babysitter, opens the door to find a woman
standing outside, surrounded by bags.

Khanyisa: Hi. Can I help you?

The woman smiles, her eyes betraying her with

a hint of nervousness.

"I'm Anelisa, Scelo's...baby mama. Minenhle's

mom."

Khanyisa: Oh, Okay.

Anelisa: I've come to see Scelo. Is he around?

Khanyisa: No but I can call him…Please, come in.

To be continued. ...
[06/11, 08:36] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 16

SCELO

His tongue dances across Ndalo's skin,

savouring the sweet tang of champagne. His
phone buzzes, interrupting the intimate
moment.

Ndalo: Leave it, don’t answer it.

Scelo: It's Khanyisa, the babysitter. What if
something's wrong with the kids?
Ndalo: Answer it, then.

Scelo: Hey Khanyisa, is everything ok?

Khanyisa: I am sorry to disturb you, sir. There is
a woman named Anelisa here. She claims to be
Minenhle's mom.

Scelo: What?
Khanyisa: She is here with her bags and the
Kids jumped on her excitedly, sir. I had to let her
in. I am sorry.

He sighs, his mood dropping.

Scelo: It's okay, Khanyisa. I'll deal with it when I
get back.

He ends the call, his thoughts racing. What is

Anelisa doing at his place this time with bags?
It better not be what he thinks of because he
won’t allow it. He doesn’t need any baby mama
destruction, especially now that he has made
things official with Ndalo.

Ndalo: Is everything okay?

Scelo: Anelisa showed up at my place.

Ndalo: I am sorry, who's Anelisa again?

Scelo: Minenhle's mom.

Ndalo: Oh, what does she want?

Scelo: I don’t know, Khanyisa says he showed

up with bags.

Ndalo: Is she staying there?

Scelo : Only for tonight. It's late, and I can't kick

her out. What if something happens to her? I
won't forgive myself.

Ndalo: (sighs) Okay.

Scelo: Please don’t stress about this, I will take
care of it.
Ndalo: What if she wants to come back?
Scelo: Then too bad for her because I’ve moved
on and even if that was the case, I wouldn’t get
back with someone who wants to cause
division amongst my children.
Ndalo: Mhm, okay then.

She says and Scelo can see that the mood has
dropped and he hates it.

Scelo: Can we continue where we left off?

Ndalo: I think we should go to bed, I am feeling
tired from all the work I did earlier.
Scelo: Okay, let’s go to bed.

He helps Ndalo get up and she insists that they

shower off the sugar and alcohol off their
bodies first.
He pulls her into the shower, his eyes locked
onto hers as warm water cast down, enveloping
them in a steamy sanctuary. Ndalo's lips part,
inviting Scelo's kiss.

Their tongues entwined, water dancing across

their skin, his hands roaming all over Ndalo's
body. Ndalo's fingers running on Scelo's chest,
her touch sending shivers. He lifts Ndalo up,
pressing her against the tile. Their lips remained
locked, passion intensifying.

Ndalo's legs wrapped around Scelo's waist, he

pushes himself in and begins thrusting in and
out of her body, with water flowing down their
bodies.

She holds onto his neck when the climax builds

up and he groans onto her neck releasing inside
her. He puts her down and kisses her deeply,
his dick poking her belly button and his semen
dripping.

Scelo: I love you so much.

Ndalo: I love you too babe.

She leans on his body and closes her eyes,

enjoying his hands on her breasts as he
massages them.

Scelo: (chuckling) Don’t fall asleep.

*
*
*
NARRATED
Morning sunlight comes through Scelo's
windows, Anelisa is moving around the kitchen,
helping the kids with breakfast and backpacks.
Khanyisa watches silently as Anelisa takes her
job from her hands.

Anelisa: Khanyisa, thank you for your help, but

I’m back now. I've got this covered.
Khanyisa : I will wait for Scelo to tell me that my
services are no longer needed.
Anelisa: (smiling) No need, I'm Minenhle's mom.
I've got everything under control.
Just then, Scelo walks in.

Scelo: Good morning, Khanyisa. You can go

now. I’ll take over from here.
Khanyisa: Is this my last day?
Scelo: What do you mean last day?
Khanyisa: Anelisa here said there is no need for
me to be here anymore because she is back.

Scelo: I hired you, not her.

Khanyisa nods with a smile and walks away, the

kids walking in chattering excitedly.

Minnehle: Daddy, Daddy! Mommy is back.

Scelo's eyes meet Anelisa's, a mix of emotions

swirling.

Anelisa: Good morning, Scelo. Happy belated

birthday.
Scelo: Morning.

The tension is palpable, but the kids don’t

notice anything.

Scelo: Hey, kiddos. Ready for school?

The kids nod, and Scelo helps them gather their

belongings. They leave for school and Anelisa
cleans the kitchen and drags her bags to
Scelo’s bedroom. She opens the wardrobe and
looks inside, there is no sign of a woman in this
house and that makes her happy.

She strips her clothes and heads to the shower.

The water hits down on her body while she
hums a song. She steps out of the shower
wearing only a towel and finds Scelo standing in
the bedroom, pissed!

Anelisa: My goodness, you scared me!

Scelo: What are you doing here?
Anelisa: I came to see you, I was hoping to
surprise you for your birthday. Aren’t you happy
to see me?

She says walking closer to him but his stare

makes her stop dead on her tracks. She clears
her throat and rubs her neck.

Scelo: Do not make me ask again.

Anelisa: I didn’t like the way things ended
between us and I thought I should apologise.
Scelo: Oh wow, so you grew conscience a year
later?
Anelisa: Scelo, I was overwhelmed okay? I
wasn’t thinking straight and under so much
pressure.

Scelo: And you figured running was the best

option?
Anelisa: I am back now and I want to do things
better. I want to be there for my daughter and
mother. I don’t want to be Iminathi’s mom part
2.

He swallows at that and nods, his eyes

twitching with anger.

Scelo: I won’t stop you from doing that but you

won’t do it here.
Anelisa: Scelo….
Scelo: I have a girlfriend, Anelisa.
He says firmly and she looks at him shocked
which is confusing. Did she think he wouldn’t
move on after such a long time?

Anelisa: You have a girlfriend?

Scelo: Yes.
Anelisa: Oh, I didn’t know.
Scelo: Now you do and you know she won’t
appreciate you walking around my house half
naked with towels. Get dressed and leave my
house. And Anelisa, stop confusing my child,
please.
Anelisa: I am not confusing her, she is my
daughter!
Scelo: When is it convenient for you? I don’t
know what I did for God to curse me with
brainless and selfish women as the mother of
my kids.

Anelisa: Now you are insulting me…

Scelo: If the shoe fits, wear it. You have 30
minutes to get out of here and next time call,
don’t just show up. This is not your house.
Anelisa: Fine then but I am taking my daughter
with me.
Scelo: You will not do that.
Anelisa: What’s going to stop me? Minenhle is
my daughter and I have every right!

Scelo: You will not do such a thing. Where are

you going to live with her since you look
homeless?
Anelisa: That should not concern you, since you
don’t want me here but I am not leaving without
my daughter. Period!
NDALOENHLE

She settles into her office, sipping her morning

coffee. Her day began with a team meeting,
discussing ongoing projects.

As she reviews reports, her phone buzzes with

Scelo's name flashing on the screen. She
smiles thinking about all the things they got up
to last night before a call about his baby mama
showing up interrupted them. She is trying not
to think hard about this situation and is hoping
Scelo will handle it the best way he knows how.

Ndalo: Hey baby. How are you?

Scelo: I am not okay. Anelisa wants to leave
with Minenhle. I can't let that happen.

Ndalo: What are you going to do?

Scelo: I don't know. I can't let her take my
daughter to stay with those men she changes
like underwear.
Ndalo: I think you need to calm down. Think this
through.

Scelo: There is nothing to think through here,

Anelisa is trying to use my daughter to force my
hand in allowing her to stay. It’s not going to
happen.
Ndalo: What if she takes you to court for
refusing with her child?

Their call gets interrupted by a knock on the

door, she permits the person to come in and
she peek through the door.

"Ndalo, meeting with the Smith account in 15

minutes."

Ndalo: Babe, I have to go. We'll talk later, okay?

Scelo: Okay… have a great day. I love you.

Ndalo: I love you too.

The call ends, and her thoughts linger on

Scelo's troubles. There goes the baby mama
drama!

To be continued.
[06/11, 08:36] T: FOREVER LOVE
CHAPTER 17

SPONSORED BY ANONYMOUS

NARRATED

After speaking to Ndalo on the phone, Scelo

walks back into the house and passes Anelisa
who is sitting comfortably on his couch.

This woman thinks she has all figured and can

do as she pleases in his life because he loved
her. Well, not anymore. He loves his kids more
than anyone else and will never allow anyone to
use that as manipulation.
He heads straight to the girls' room and
takesMinenhle's clothes, scattering them
across the bed. He begins packing them into
bags. Anelisa appears in the doorway, looking
shocked at what Scelo is doing.

Anelisa: Scelo, what are you doing?

Scelo: What does it look like I am doing?

Anelisa: These are Minenhle’s clothes, what are

you doing with them in bags?

Scelo: Packing them so that you can leave with

her after school since you said you wanted her.

Anelisa: Scelo, are you crazy? You can't just—

Scelo: I can’t just what? You said you had rights
as her mother. I'm giving you what you want. I
will contact my lawyer and we will arrange a
visiting and co-parenting schedule.

Anelisa: Scelo, stop! Do you really want to take

that risk? Are you doing all of this just to
impress your...whore of a girlfriend?

He stops packing, his eyes flashing with anger.

Scelo: Never ever in your miserable life call

Ndalo that. She's a better woman than you'll
ever be.

Anelisa: I am sorry I didn’t mean to say that but

Scelo please don’t do this. I didn’t mean it when
I said I will take Minenhle from you please.
Scelo: Why are you here because you don’t like
the idea of being a mother to 3 kids?
Anelisa: I was young and naive…
Scelo: The least you can do to show that you
respect me at least is telling me the truth. I am
not that stupid.

Minenhle: Scelo, I am desperate and have

nowhere to go. Please.
Scelo: How is that my business?
Anelisa: I was hoping you could let me stay a
few days until I figure out something.
Scelo: Nope, it’s not going to happen.
Anelisa: Scelo…you won’t even notice I am here.
Please.
Scelo: No Anelisa, do not make me repeat
myself.
She drops on the flood and with her palms
pressed together she pleads with him.

Anelisa: Please baba ka Minenhle, you wouldn’t

want to see me stranded on the street now
would you? If I ever meant anything to you,
please help me or do it for Minenhle.
Scelo: I am going to need you to stop using my
daughter’s name to get what you want. You and
Zoleka are the same.
Anelisa: (shaking her head) No, don’t compare
me with that witch.

Scelo: What’s the difference? Oh, I see. You

abandoned your daughter for a whole year and
now you think you can just rock up here with
demands? I don’t want you here, now please
leave before I call the cops to come and drag
you out.
Anelisa: You wouldn’t dare!
Scelo: Try me.

She looks at him for a while hoping that he is

going to say he is joking or that it’s okay.
Anelisa gets up from her knees and wipes her
tears.

Anelisa: You have changed.

Scelo: I have. You are right.

She turns and walks towards the door and he

calls after her.

Scelo: I have no problem with you being a

mother and present to our child but what I will
not allow is you doing that when it’s convenient
for you. There is no break in parenthood so I am
going to need you to decide whether you want
to do this or not. I will not allow you to hurt and
confuse Minenhle like that.

Anelisa: I want to be present in her life but how

do I do it when I don’t even have a place to stay?
Scelo: I am sure you will make a plan but until
then, don’t show your face here.

She swallows her saliva and walks away to his

bedroom where she gatherers her things. He
walks back to the kitchen and drinks cold water
to calm himself down. The nerve Anelisa has!
She shows up with her bags a moment later,
sniffling and he watches her plainly.
Anelisa: Do you have any money with you? I will
go to my Aunty in Soweto.

He searches inside his pockets and comes out

with 3 R100 notes.
Scelo: This is the only cash I have, it should be
enough.
Anelisa: Thank you.

She wheels her bags and walks out of his house,

he exhales and walks back to the girls bedroom
and packs Minenhle’s clothes back. He took
leave for his birthday week so at least he
doesn’t have to go to work so he will rest and
hope that this drama is over.

NDALOENHLE
She is exhausted from the long day at
CyberShield, where she works and her mind
craves a soothing routine: a long, hot bath, a
phone call with Scelo, and the comfort of her
bed.

As she unlocks her door, her phone rings from

her pockets.

Ndalo: (smiling) MaNzini?

Zungu: Mafungwashwe, how are you? You've
been scarce.

She places her bags on the table, walks to the

lounge and settles onto her couch.

Ndalo: I'm good, dad, just busy with work.

Zungu: You work hard my daughter, do you ever
rest?
Ndalo: I do rest Baba, I promise. How are things
at home?
Zungu: Things are okay, your brothers stressing
your mother as usual.
Ndalo: (laughing) What are they up to those
ones now?

Zungu: Nothing too crazy, just the usual. Not

cleaning their rooms and washing dishes.
Ndalo: (laughing) My poor mom.
Zungu: I am glad to hear you are well my
daughter, let me not delay you from your rest. I
was calling to check up on you.
Ndalo: Now that we are talking dad, there is
something I need to tell you.
Zungu: Is everything okay?
Ndalo: Everything is fine daddy. I met someone.

Zungu: Okay.
Ndalo: We have been seeing each other for the
past 4 months and I think I love him.
Zungu: (chuckling) You think you love him? This
child. Tell me the whole story, what’s his name
and where is he from?
Ndalo: His name is Scelo Buthelezi and he was
born around Gauteng.
Zungu: Oh u Shenge. That’s nice to hear my
child, you should bring him home with you.

Ndalo: Dad, isn't it soon? We've just started—

Zungu: Themba taught me to recognize signs.

Don't take long to know Scelo's intentions. It's
just a meeting, not a commitment.

Ndalo: (sighs) Okay, Dad. I'll arrange something

soon.

Zungu: Remember, he must be willing to meet

us, don’t force it down his throat.
Ndalo: I won’t forget that dad, thank you.

The call ends and she thinks about what her

father just said and it makes her think of the
situation Scelo has with his family. He cut them
off and she is family oriented, very close with
her parents. Hopefully he will be willing to re-
look into that part of his life.

*
*
*
*

The office corridors are empty, Themba and

Sethu are sneaking around, stealing moments
whenever they can. Their affair has been
ongoing for months, hidden from prying eyes.
Sethu is Themba’s sanity and peace away from
his arranged marriage that drives him crazy.
With Sethu he gets to relax and be himself
without being reminded of his responsibilities
and pleasing his father.

Sethu dresses quickly after their stolen moment

in his office, her movements swift and silent.
Themba watches, admiring her curves.
Themba: You've gained weight.

She quickly turns and looks at him and he

clears his throat, raising his hands.

Themba: I didn't mean to upset you or body

shame. It was just a compliment.

She steps closer and places her palms on

Themba's chest.

Sethu: Themba, I'm pregnant.

Themba: You are what?

Sethu: I know.
Themba: How long are you?
Sethu: 10 weeks.
Themba: Sethu, I’m married.
Sethu: (rolling her eyes) Then you should have
used a condom.

She storms out and he follows, running after

her to the elevator.

Themba: Sethu wait, I didn’t mean it that way!

I’m just worried about how my father will react
to this. Your safety and all that.
Sethu: Do you think I don’t have those thoughts?
Themba: What are you going to do?
The elevator door opens and she steps inside.

Sethu: I will terminate.

He blocks the door and grabs her arm.

Themba: Please don’t…

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CHAPTER 18

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THEMBA

Sethu: I should keep it? Themba, you can't be

serious. You're married. What about your father?
That question, he honestly doesn’t know how he
will go about it but all he knows is that he is
having this baby. There is nothing and no one
will stop him from that. Not even his father.

Themba: I'll handle my father. That's not your

concern.
Sethu: It is my concern! Your family will never
accept me, or this child.

You have said it so many times that Zoleka is

crazy, do you want her to kill me? I don’t want to
trend and be insulted please. This was a
mistake and let me take care of it.

Themba: I mean it, Sethu. Don't terminate. A

child is a blessing from God.
Sethu: You're really willing to risk everything?
Themba: I won't abandon you or our child. We'll
face this together.

She looks at him and sighs, he steps into the

elevator and pulls her into a hug. His fling with
Sethu has been going on way before Zoleka
came into the picture. He got it on with her in
one manifesto event when he was still with
Ndalo but they promised each other that was
the end until recently.

He found himself back to her thighs as a way to

distress and forgets about the troubles of his
life because he is going through the most. If it’s
not his father it’s Zoleka.

Sethu offers him that peace and quiet he yearns

for and he is happy that she is pregnant even
though he knows it’s wrong and will probably
hurt Zoleka.

For once he is willing to choose himself and

fight for what he wants and believes in and in
this case, that’s Sethu and their unborn baby.

Themba: Have you seen a doctor yet?

Sethu: I set an appointment for termination this
Wednesday.
Themba: Cancel it and let us see a doctor for a
scan and proper check up.

Sethu: Themba, are you sure of this? I don’t

want you to make me not terminate only for you
to change on me at the last minute.
Themba: I know it’s hard for you to believe me
but I will show you that I mean every word. I will
be with you every step of the way.

Sethu: Are you going to tell your wife?

Themba: In due time.
Sethu: Yohhh…
Themba: She will have to know eventually, I
can’t hide a human forever.
Sethu: Ei ingabe umuntu bekanga prevent ngani,
I wouldn’t be in this mess.
Themba: This is a blessing in disguise, I don’t
know why but I am positive about this news.

She keeps quiet and looks at him plainly, he

chuckles and kisses her. He is going to be a
father, this is unbelievable.
*
*
*

Scelo and Ndalo stroll hand-in-hand at the mall

from the cinema. Their movie date has been a
perfect escape from the busy week and its
chaotic events. It was Scelo’s birthday, his baby
mama showed up and she had lots of reports to
attend to. They needed this.

Scelo: Where do you want to grab lunch?

Ndalo: How about that new restaurant down the
street? It’s chilled and quiet.
Scelo: Sound about right.

They walk for about 3 minutes to reach the

restaurant that is right behind the mall. Once
seated, they pursue the menu, ordering their
meals.

Ndalo: What did you think of 'End with Us'?

Scelo: I think it was great, teaching women to

walk away at the first sign of abuse, not
tolerating nonsense...I couldn't imagine one of
my daughters going through that.

Ndalo: How are the kids since Anelisa showed

up?
Scelo: Surprisingly, they didn't ask questions. I
had to explain Anelisa's return, possible visiting
hours… That's if she's serious.
Ndalo: Poor kids, I feel sorry for them.
Scelo: Babe, I have been thinking, will it be okay
if I introduce you to them?

Ndalo: Are you serious?

Scelo: I want them to know the special woman

that has been making their father happy lately.

Ndalo: Oh my God, Yes, I'd love that.

Scelo: Are you sure?
Ndalo: Yes. I have been waiting for this so
definitely!
Scelo: Thank you, you will meet them soon.
Ndalo: I can’t wait. What should I get? What
does Nathi love? The girls? Maybe we should go
out….
Scelo: (laughing) Baby, relax. They are just kids.
Just bring yourself and your authentic aura. I
am sure they will fall in love with you the same
way I did.
Ndalo: Okay, it’s just that I am excited.

Their food arrives and they dive into eating

immediately.

Ndalo: Love, while we are still on the topic. I

was talking to my dad and told him about you.
He said he would love to meet you.
Scelo: For real?
Ndalo: Yes, for real. Would you love to come
with me when I go home?
Scelo: When are you going home?
Ndalo: I haven’t set a date but soon.
Scelo: Okay.
Ndalo: (smiling) Yeah?
Scelo: Yes baby, I am okay with it.
Ndalo: Excellent. When am I meeting your
family, I mean your mom and siblings?
Scelo: For what?
Ndalo: Babe…
Scelo: No Ndalo, those people don’t care about
me and what is happening in my life so why
should I bother?

You know it’s serious when your man switches

from calling you with pet names to your
government name.
Ndalo: I was just checking because you will
meet my whole family and siblings when we go
home.
Scelo: My kids and you are my family. If you
insist, you can meet my sister Bongiwe.
Ndalo: (smiling) I would love that.

ZOLEKA

Things are not going well for her, she feels like
she is losing her mind. If it wasn’t for her job
and studies, she would have gone crazy by now.
Themba is not making it easier, he is being
distant and cold and that’s strange because she
thought they were finally finding their ground in
this marriage. Now it feels like the first week
they moved in together and she hates it.

She has no choice but to go back to Mama Nala,

maybe all of this happening is because of her
attitude the last time she was at her place. Who
knows? Maybe she is bewitching her using the
things she left behind. To her surprise, Mama
Nala welcomes her with open arms.

Mama Nala: Child, why do you look so troubled?

Zoleka: I don't know where to start Mama Nala.

Things are not going well in my marriage.
Themba has been distant and I feel like I'm
losing him.

She is guided to a chair and takes off her

sunglasses.

Mama Nala: Sit, child. Tell me what's really

bothering you.
Zoleka: It's not just Themba. It's the pressure
from my parents. They expect so much from
me...the sacrifices they made since I am their
only child...I feel like I owe it to them to make
this marriage perfect. This is the only thing they
have asked from me after doing everything for
me. They are so proud of me and this news will
kill them.

Mama Nala: Zoleka, that's unfair to your mental

health and the innocent child you've neglected.
Zoleka: You don't understand, Mama Nala. I
signed my rights away. Scelo hates me. I don’t
know how I can face him even if I try.
Mama Nala: Your womb is blessed, Zoleka. But
to bear those fruits, you must first heal the past.
Forgive yourself, accept that you were young.

Zoleka: I don't see that happening, Mama Nala.

I've messed up too much.
Mama Nala: Child, you're not alone. We all make
mistakes. It's how we learn. You must let go of
the guilt and shame.

Zoleka: How can I? I abandoned my child for 6

years. Which mother does that?
Mama Nala: You didn't abandon her, Zoleka.
You were lost. Now, you must find your way
back.

The warmth of Mama Nala's hands seeps into

Zoleka's soul. For the first time, she sees a
glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she can
forgive herself. And start anew.

Mama Nala: My child, always remember: your

worth isn't defined by your mistakes. It's
defined by your capacity to love and be loved. I
will advise you to talk to your husband, have
him in your corner so that you can go to your
parents as a united form to present this.

She sighs. After bashing his head and making

him believe she was a virgin, how is she going
to go back and tell him it was all a lie? Having to
explain all she went through to convince him?
Zoleka: Yooh Mama, inzima ke leyo. (that’s
difficult)
Mama Nala: It’s the first step.

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CHAPTER 19
ZOLEKA

Themba listens without interruption as she

narrates the whole story to him with tears
streaming down her face. He sighs rubbing his
head after she finishes talking. She came back
from Mama Nala and found him playing his
games, she asked for them to talk and when he
gave her the attention, she figured it was now or
never.

Themba: Yooh Zoleka. I can’t believe you went

through all of this just to impress me. I am not a
saint and even if you said you were joking a few
days later, it wouldn’t have mattered.

Zoleka: I panicked and the obsession of being

perfect led me to do this.
Themba: Why are you telling me this now?
Zoleka: (clearing her throat) I went and saw the
seer…
Themba: Zoleka…these people lie.

Zoleka: No please hear me out. I was stressed

out about this inability and went to see what
was the problem and was told it’s because I
neglected my blood.
Themba: You say your daughter is with the
father?
Zoleka: (nodding) Yes and he made me sign my
parental rights shortly after getting married to
you.
Themba: Don’t tell me you did that…
Zoleka: I did…
Themba: Zoleka. I understand why you did all
you did back then because you were young and
under your parents but you are a full adult now.
Your parents don’t own you. Why didn’t you
come forward and talk to me about this?

Zoleka: I never wanted my parents to find out

about this and don’t think I have never cared
about my daughter. I did, still do. There is no
single day that goes by without me thinking
about her or stalking her father to check her
progress. I fell into depression and anxiety the
first few months leading to a year of giving my
daughter away. It was not easy.

Themba: I understand the part of pleasing the

parents since I also parted ways with someone
I loved to please my parents. We both made
choices we thought were necessary. But
signing your rights away shows to me how
hardened your heart is Zoleka. Six years of no
contact with your child?

Zoleka: Please don’t put it like that, I already

hate myself for this. There is no need for you to
make me feel worse.
Themba: I am sorry, that’s not my intention. It’s
just that I am shocked at the lengths you would
go to prove perfection and please your parents.
Zoleka: Oh please, don’t act as if you are any
better.
Themba: You are right, I am not. I also have a
confession to make.

Her heart skips a beat, she nods for him to

continue.
Themba: I know this will sound horrible but I
want you to know that I didn’t plan for this to
happen the way it does and now that it has
happened, it is my duty to support the person
and be there for them. They were in the picture
before you but happened to get serious 2
months back.
Zoleka: Stop talking in riddles because you are
driving me crazy.
Themba: I made someone pregnant.
Zoleka: You did what?
Themba: I am sorry.

A moment of silence passes by, hoping that he

is going to say he is joking but he doesn’t. Her
tears dry up instantly and she gets up, with her
hands on her waist and looks at him. Fuming.
Zoleka: Are you out of your mind? Let me get
this right? You cheated on me?
Themba: I know this sounds horrible but…

Zoleka: But nothing Themba! How could you?

Themba: Don’t act like a saint and ask me that
question. This is a marriage of convenience and
we are both not happy but doing what we could
to make our parents happy.
Zoleka: Who is she?

Themba: We work together and her name is

Sethu.
Zoleka: Oh, so you see her everyday? This can’t
happen Themba, you cannot bring an
illegitimate child so early in our marriage. No
way, tell her to terminate.
Themba: I will not do such a thing, unfortunately.
Zoleka: What do you mean you won’t do it?
Have you thought of what our parents will say?

Themba: That’s where you enter dear wife. You

are going to back me up in this.
Zoleka: Are you crazy? I will not do such a thing!
Themba: You will otherwise I will call a family
meeting, tell them about your secret and use
that to divorce you and marry Sethu.

She feels her cheeks burning at him saying that.

How can he blackmail her using her pain?

Zoleka: Why are you so cruel?

Themba: There is no need for you to be
dramatic because both of us are not innocent.
You were okay with me marrying Ndalo as a
second wife, someone you found me with. Now
you are refusing me the same with Sethu?

Zoleka: It’s not the same!

Themba: Maybe or not but whatever the case is,
Sethu is not terminating my child and I am not
going to run away from my responsibilities. I
don’t care what happens.
Zoleka: Wow. Suddenly you have grown balls?
We shall see what your dad will say about this.

SCELO

His car parks outside the house and kills the

engine. He looks at Ndalo who fixes her dress
and smiles a little. He walks into the house,
calling out to his children.
Scelo: Kids, come to the lounge for a minute.

Nkosinathi and Iminathi exchange curious

glances while Minenhle runs to her father who
picks her up and settles onto the couch.

Scelo: You remember when I told you about

someone special? The person that daddy
constantly disappears to?

They nod simultaneously.

Scelo: Well, she's here. Would you like to meet

her?

"Yes!" They sing in unison. He smiles and steps

outside and opens the door for Ndalo. She
steps out of the car, exhales and takes his hand
walking back to the house.

Ndalo: Kids, this is aunty Ndalo Zungu, your

father’s girlfriend.

They wave at Ndalo, greeting her shyly.

Ndalo: Hello, little ones. I am so happy to meet

you guys and I believe that we are going to have
a beautiful relationship.

She engages them in a small talk that flows

easily as she asks them about their ages,
grades and so forth. Scelo notices Iminathi's
gaze locked onto Ndalo at the same time she
does.
Ndalo: Imi, are you okay baby?

Iminathi: Are you my new mommy?

Ndalo's heart skips a beat, he smiles at her

nodding to ease up the tension.

Ndalo: Do you want me to be your mommy?

Iminathi: Yes.
Ndalo: Then I am going to be your mom sweetie,
I am going to be y'alls mother.

Iminathi's arms wrap tightly around Ndalo and

he clears his throat to stop the tears that are
threatening to fall. Ndalo hugs Iminathi back.

Ndalo: I'm so happy to meet you, baby. Come

on guys, are you going to join us?

She invites the other kids for a hug and as they

hug, he takes pictures and it clicks to him that
this moment right here is what he wants to
have and see forever. Ndalo is going to be his
wife.

THEMBA

He is working late and busy when Mziwoxolo

walks into his office, and glances at his watch.

Mziwoxolo: Themba, it's late. What are you still

doing here?

Themba: I'll be leaving soon, Father.

Mziwoxolo: You should be at home. With Zoleka.
Themba: Zoleka is fine, Father.
Mziwoxolo: Is she? That's crucial, Themba. Her
happiness is key.

He chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

Themba: Did Zoleka tell you about Sethu?

Mziwoxolo: How could you be so careless?

Themba: I did all I could to make you happy,
Father. I secured the deal. Now leave me alone
to enjoy my life.

Mziwoxolo: Don't be prideful, Themba. Zoleka's

father won't hesitate to act if he suspects his
daughter's unhappiness.
Themba: (rolling his eyes) Always threats,
Father. What's at stake? My happiness?
Mziwoxolo: Your future, Themba. Your
freedom….

He slams his fist on the desk.

Themba: Enough! I'm tired of being threatened.

Why don't you tell the cops what you know?

Mziwoxolo: I'm protecting you, Themba. But

you're not making it easy.
Themba: Protecting me? You're suffocating me!
Mziwoxolo: Themba, you are playing with fire.
Themba: Do whatever you want but remember
this, if I go down, I am dragging you with me.
Daddy dearest.

Mziwoxolo turns pale and he turns, walks away

without saying a word.

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CHAPTER 20

THEMBA

The audacity of his father though? How dare he

comes to his office and tells him what to do
and run his household? He is tired and if he
doesn't stop him now, the next thing Mziwoxolo
will tell him when and how to screw his wife.
He leaves the office an hour after his father’s
visit. He is tired and not looking for drama, the
only thing he wants is a peaceful evening and
rest. He is even tempted to go to Sethu’s place
but doesn’t want to give Zoleka more reason to
complain about.

Her actions of telling his father about this are

shocking, considering the fact that she is also
not so innocent. Besides the fake virginity
stunty, Zoleka hid a whole 6 year old. Maybe his
father is not so bad if Zoleka’s parents are that
scary for her to forget about the pains she went
through giving birth just to please them.

One thing he learned about pleasing people is

that it never ends, look at his father today? He is
never satisfied with everything and he always
wants to have things his way, it’s not enough
that he is working for him and has sacrificed a
lot. With how their conversation ended today, he
doesn’t know how things are going to be from
hereon.

Whatever the case may be, he is tired of being

manipulated and blackmailed over a mistake he
made while young. It was an accident, he was
scared and just like any son who sees their
father as a hero, he turned to his father for help
and his father took care of the situation.

That was the worst mistake of his life. If he

knew that was a weapon his father was going
to use every time he wanted things done his
way, he would have gone to the police station
and handed himself in instead.
It took him long to realise that his father will
never send him to prison because that will
implicate him as well since he hid crime and got
rid of the evidence. He feels angry every time he
thinks about how he has fallen for his father’s
threats and succumbed to his control. Well, it
ends now. Not with his child, his first born child
even.

His thoughts are interrupted by realising that he

has arrived at his house. He kills the engine,
takes a deep breath and walks out of the car.

Zoleka is cooking and playing gospel music on

his arrival. He chuckles at that and places his
work bags and gadgets at the corner.

He sits down on the couch and takes off his

shoes, Zoleka walks with his beer and places it
on the coffee table.

Zoleka: How was your day?

Themba: It was okay before my father came to
the office to talk about my business.
Zoleka: Urhm…
Themba: Zoleka, how dare you run to my father
about this? Did you tell him about your
shenanigans?
Zoleka: I didn’t mean to, it was a slip of a
tongue. I was angry and…

Themba: Slip of a tongue my left foot! You did

this on purpose and since you started this, be
prepared to tell both our families about your
hidden child.
Zoleka: Themba…
Themba: I will call a family meeting, you will tell
them the truth. Kakade who is your baby daddy?
Does he stay around?

She clears her throat and plays with her fingers.

Zoleka: The father of my child is Scelo Buthelezi.

He frowns, it can’t be the one that is dating

Ndalo now could it?

Themba: Scelo Buthelezi? The waiter from Brio?

Zoleka: (nodding) Yes, that’s him.
Themba: (chuckling) This is interesting…
Zoleka: Why?
Themba: He is dating Ndalo.
Zoleka: Your ex?
Themba: Yes. I need a long hot shower.

He grabs the beer and walks to the bathroom,

as soon as the door closes, he punches the air.
What the hell? Why does it seem like this Scelo
guy is following him everywhere? Isn't it enough
that he took his woman and now he is Zoleka’s
baby daddy?

SCELO

Ndalo finally joins him in bed and they cuddle

while staring at the blank space. It’s her first
time sleeping in his house and his bed.

He was a bit concerned about the whole

arrangement but Ndalo seems to adjust pretty
well and is relieved that none of his children
threw tantrums.

They are raised well but he was worried about

Minenhle crying for her mother since Anelisa
has been here not so long ago.

Ndalo: Your kids are beautiful and well

mannered. Well done daddy, how did you do it?
Scelo: Thank you my love, it’s not easy but kids
are the reflection of what they see. I try my level
best to lead by example and model the
behaviour.
Ndalo: You are doing so well…
Scelo: And now I have you. Do you think you will
be able to handle all of us?

Ndalo: Your kids are grown and can listen when

spoken to so I don’t see much of a problem. We
just need to talk about getting a bigger place
and the best schools for them.
Scelo: (smiling) Stepmother mode activated
already?
Ndalo: What can I say? I am such a lover and
how Iminathi was so attached to me warmed
my heart.

Scelo: (sighs) I saw it and it made me emotional.

She is the only one who doesn’t have a mother
and is old enough to notice what is going on.
She can see that Nathi and Minnie have their
own mothers.
Ndalo: Did she ever ask you about it?
Scelo: No, she has never asked or spoken about
it but as her father, I could see the void.
Ndalo: Shame man, I hope I am able to fill it
without sidelining the other kids.
Scelo: I can’t wait to marry you.

She sits up and looks at him with a small grin.

Ndalo: Say that again?

Scelo: You heard me, I can’t wait to make you
Ndalo Buthelezi.
Ndalo: (smiling) That sounds so cool, I can’t
wait. While on that topic babe, you do realise
that we need to have an uncomfortable
conversation right?

Scelo: (sighs) Yes, about finding a better paying

job.
Ndalo: Meeting each other’s families and
actually creating proper boundaries because if I
am going to be your wife and mother to these
kids, their mothers need to know and respect
that. I don’t mean to say they are not allowed
access to the kids but there should be a proper
way we go about it.
Scelo: I get what you are saying and I couldn’t
agree with you more.

Ndalo: I can’t wait for you to meet my dad, I

know he is going to love you.
Scelo: (laughing) Not kick me?
Ndalo: Come on, my dad is like that while my
mother on the other side, phew.
Scelo: I just need us to promise each other that
no matter what happens with our families, we
don’t lose what we have.
Ndalo: I promise.
Scelo: Good. Let’s sleep, the day starts at 5 am
in this house.

He pulls her into his chest and kisses her lips

before closing his eyes. This is peace, the one
he has been fantasising and manifesting over
the years. He can’t believe that it’s actually
happening.

NARRATED

Ndalo settles into her office, cradling her

morning coffee in her hands. Her eyes shift out
the window, watching the city come alive.

She starts her day with routine vulnerability

assessments, scanning networks and
identifying potential weaknesses. Her mind is
wondering about Scelo and his children. She
can't shake the memory of Iminathi's shy smile
and how attached she feels towards her.

During her lunch break, she finds herself

browsing Cotton On Kids, adding clothes to her
cart. She hesitates for a moment, questioning
whether it is too soon to be taking such steps.
Won’t Scelo feel overwhelmed?

Shaking off her doubts, Ndalo continues

shopping, imagining Iminathi's face lighting up
with each new outfit. She is disturbed by a
knock coming through the door. Rohan, a
colleague from CyberShield's Threat
Intelligence department, enters.

Rohan: Hey, Ndalo. I heard you were looking for

me. Do you need something?
Ndalo: Ro, please have a seat. How are you?
Rohan: I am good and you?
Ndalo: I am well, just tired. Can you analyse
these? Look for any connections to company
partners.

She hands Rohan a USB drive containing

Scelo's documents. He takes it and rotates it in
his hand.

Ndalo: Roh, please be discreet about this. I

don’t want Scelo to know I sourced him this job
hence it should be outside this company.
Rohan: Understood. There is actually an
opening but I’ll look at his documents and let
you know. Is there anything else?
Ndalo: No, that will be all for now. I’ll owe you
one if you help me pull this one off.
Rohan: (smiling) You must really love him.
Ndalo: (blushing) You have no idea.

She watches Rohan leave and turn her focus on

her work. Her phone rings, interrupting her. She
looks at it and frowns at the unknown number
displaying.

Ndalo: Hello?

Zoleka: Hi Ndalo, it's Zoleka Mdoda here. I got

your number from Themba. Is this the right time
to talk?

A woman replies on the other end, her voice

laced with desperation. Ndalo's grip tightens as
she realises that this is Iminathi’s mother.
Ndalo: How can I help you?

Zoleka: We need to talk, in person. Please.

Ndalo : I don't know if that’s a good idea, Zoleka.
Zolake: Ndalo please, I'm begging you. As a
woman in Scelo's life, and his children's, I need
to talk to you first about what is going to
happen.

Ndalo: What's this about, Zoleka?

Zoleka: I can't discuss it over the phone. Please,
meet with me.

Ndalo: (sighs) Fine. Send me an address.

Zoleka: Thank you, Ndalo. I'll text it to you.
The line goes dead and her thoughts wander
around. What does Zoleka want and why now?
Must she tell Scelo about this or afterwards?
She picks up her phone and calls him, his phone
rings unanswered and she sighs. Probably a
busy day at work. She is going to leave him a
text. Just before she can do that, a location pin
to a restaurant comes through her Whatsapp
line.

She zooms the whatsapp profile of her and

Themba and sighs, pushing her chair back. She
gets up, takes her bag and walks to her car,
driving to the destination.

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NDALO

She drives to the destination where she has to

meet Zoleka with her mind running wild. Could
it be that she wants to come back in Imanathi’s
life and if so, how is she planning on doing that
after giving away her parental rights? Her eyes
dart to her phone and press it, there is still no
notification from Scelo and she is close to
arriving at the restaurant.
At least it’s a public space and hopefully
Themba is not here because if he is then she is
going to vomit. She finds a parking lot after
struggling for a few minutes. Why is this place
so parked? Aren’t people supposed to be at
work? She locks the car and walks inside the
restaurant, her eyes scanning the place for
Zoleka until she spots her at the corner.

Zoleka lifts her eyes as she walks to the table

and smiles, getting up to offer her thee most
awkward hug. They both sit down and page the
menu.

Zoleka: Thank you for meeting with me. I didn’t

think you would come so soon.
Ndalo: It sounded so urgent so I figured I better
do it now than spend the day stressing about
what it could be that you want.
Zoleka: I hear you but please don’t panic, I am
not here to fight.

She nods and the waiter takes their orders and

brings their drinks while the food is being
prepared.

Ndalo: How is marriage treating you?

Zoleka: Not so great but what can we say?
Ndalo: You guys are still struggling to connect?
Zoleka: It’s not just that, there is a lot and I don’t
even know where to start unpacking it.
Ndalo: It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.
Zoleka: He made someone else pregnant.
Ndalo: I am sorry to hear that. Do you know the
person?
Zoleka: Not really but he says she has been
there even when you were still in the picture.
Her name is Zethu or Sethu, something along
those lines.

Ndalo: Sethu. I know her. I met her once and

she gave me weird vibes but I never entertained
it because Themba told me it was nothing.
Zoleka: Oh well, it’s definitely something
because she is having his baby. His first baby.
Ndalo: How does that make you feel?
Zoleka: Sad and hurt, but then I am also not so
innocent so I can’t be hurt about it.
Ndalo: No woman deserves to be cheated,
especially so early in theri marriage but if you
say so then.

The food comes back and they dive into it, she
didn’t think she was this hungry.

Zoleka: You are right but the thing is, I started

this marriage on lies and Themba is capitalising
on that to hide his infidelity. I never told him
about the child and during our meet up I lied
about a virgin so it’s a lot.
Ndalo: (laughing) You did him dirty there, the
shock I got when he said you were a virgin while
knowing that you have a daughter was hilarious.
Zoleka: (smiling) Eix, the lies got the better of
me.

They burst out laughing at the same time and

she shakes her head, not believing that she is
laughing with the lady that took her fiance. It’s
all good now because she got a better man and
was saved from Themba’s cheating.
Ndalo: Why am I here?
Zoleka: It’s about Iminathi, I am sure Scelo has
already told you about the situation.
Ndalo: He did.

Zoleka: Yeah, I know it’s not great but I saw

someone who told me I need to fix my past
mistakes in order to have peace in my marriage.
I had to confess to Themba and he wants to tell
the families about this.

His reason is that he can’t be a present dad in

his unborn child’s life while mine is still in the
dark. My family will know about this and as
much as I expect them to be mad, I know that
they will want to see Iminathi. They will want to
be involved, if not taking her.
Ndalo: Zoleka, you signed your rights away.

Zoleka: I know and this is where you enter. I am

going to need you to soften up Scelo’s heart
into forgiving me and re-working around the
arrangements.
Ndalo: You are joking right?
Zoleka: I wish I was. This is serious Ndalo, if I
don’t solve this then I won’t bear Themba’s
children and…
Ndalo: So all of this for this sham you call a
marriage?
Zoleka: Ndalo…

Ndalo: No, let me understand this. It took you

not being able to have kids with Themba to
remember and acknowledge that you are a
mother?
Zoleka: It’s not like that….
Ndalo: That's how it sounds to me. You want to
use this child to fix the issues in your marriage
but do you really want to be her mother? Six
years have passed, have you thought how to
repair that or all you think about is being the
perfect wife?

Zoleka: Don’t you dare sit here and judge me!

You don’t know what I went through and you
have no right to ridicule me. I am trying and
acknowledging my mistakes, isn’t that
something?
Ndalo: You are only doing that because you
can’t fall pregnant!

Zoleka: That may be true but still, I want to fix

my mistakes and be in Iminathi’s life. 6 years is
long but she is a child and kids forgives easily.
Ndalo: Goodluck in convincing Scelo that…
Zoleka: Ndalo please…
Ndalo: No, I will not do it.

She pushes the chair and gets up. She looks

inside her wallet and takes out the money for
her bill and tip for the waiter.

Ndalo: I need to go back to the office.

Zoleka: Ndalo, even if you don’t do what I ask of
you, please prepare Scelo for what I just told
you. Please.

She nods and walks away to her car. Her phone

rings just as she puts her seatbelt on. It’s Scelo.
She takes a deep breath and answers.
Ndalo: Babe…
Scelo: Hey love, I’m sorry for missing your call.
It’s busy today.
Ndalo: It’s okay love, I figured. Did you read my
whatsapp message?
Scelo: What message babe?

She scrolls through her chat with him and

realises that she forgot to press “send” after
typing that message.

Ndalo: My bad, I forgot to press send but I was

letting you know that Zoleka called me and
asked me to meet up with her.
Scelo: When?
Ndalo: I have already met up with her, just left
the restaurant now.
Scelo: Interesting. Let us talk about this later
babe.
Ndalo: Okay love, let me get back to work.

THEMBA

His alarm rings, reminding him that he has to go

back to the office. He came to Sethu’s
apartment to have lunch with her and have
dessert after their doctor’s appointment.

She is really pregnant and can’t explain the

feeling he felt when hearing the baby’s
heartbeat. He is going to frame the scan picture
and put it as his phone wallpaper until the baby
is here.

Sethu: You need to go.

Themba: I know. I just wish I could stay here
forever.
Sethu: You can but you won’t.
Themba: Zoleka and my father know about this
pregnancy.
Sethu: Hai bo Themba, isn’t it too soon to
inform people that don't like me about my
pregnancy?
Themba: It is but a perfect moment to tell
Zoleka this news presented itself so I took it.

Sethu: Now that they know, what next?

Themba: Our parents will be meeting soon and I
will also inform them about this and make them
know that I will be taking you as a second wife.
Sethu: Second wife?
Themba: Yes baby…
Sethu: You didn’t ask me if I want to be your
second wife…
Themba: Baby, I am trying to take responsibility
and do the right thing.
Sethu: I know and I appreciate it…

Themba: But…?
Sethu: I don’t know if I want to be married to
you.
Themba: Sethu, what are you saying?
Sethu: Everything is happening so fast, can I
just come to terms with the fact that I am going
to be a mother first before you ask me to be
your second wife?

Themba: I don’t understand, I thought you

wanted us to be together freely.
Sethu: I do, it's just that ... .you love Zoleka.
Themba: I…
Sethu: There is no need to deny it and it’s fine
really. I am not saying leave her for me or
anything like that. I just need time and space to
process everything.
Themba: Okay.
Sethu: Thank you.

SCELO

Ndalo stands at Scelo's kitchen sink, water

glistening on her hands as she washes dishes.
Scelo walks in, his exhaustion melting away at
the sight.

Scelo: Hey baby.

Ndalo: Hey love, you look tired.
Scelo: You have no idea.

His eyes roam all over her, taking in the damp

hair clinging to her neck, the faint scent of soap
and lemon. He walks up to her and their lips
meet in a passionate kiss, shutting everything
out and focusing on this moment. He takes a
seat after the kiss and she smiles feeling hot
from the kiss.

Ndalo: I made dinner.

Scelo: Thank you my love. How was your
afternoon with these 3?
Ndalo: It was great actually. Kids, your father is
home!

Just then, Nkosinathi and his sisters run into

the kitchen.

"Daddy!" they sing in unison, throwing

themselves at him. He hugs and kisses each of
them.

Scelo: How was your day?

Nkosinathi: Dad, my day was great. Aunty Ndalo
fetched us with her big car! The other kids were
watching in envy!

Scelo's gaze meets Ndalo's, smitten and mouth

"Thank you," to Ndalo who smiles. His day was
too busy today, she stepped in and offered to
fetch the kids when he suggested calling the
babysitter. He hugs his children tight.

Scelo: I'm glad you're happy.

They excuse him and let him eat while they go
back to their bedroom. He finds Ndalo watching
her and chuckles.

Scelo: What is it?

Ndalo: I bought clothes for the kids, I hope you
don’t mind.
Scelo: Of course not. Thank you babe. You're
amazing.
Ndalo: I'm just happy to help.

A moment of silence passes between them, he

gulps down the water and leans back on his
chair.

Scelo: What did Zoleka want?

Ndalo: She wants to come back in Iminathi’s life
and was hoping I could talk to you about it.
Scelo: The nerve! Why is she calling you?
Ndalo: I didn’t mind and remember we did
speak about how we should create boundaries
with the mother of your children?

Scelo: Yes but not her. I hope you told her

where to get off because I don’t want her
anywhere near my daughter.
Ndalo: Love, I know this is hard for you but have
you ever stopped and thought of Iminathi and
what she would want?
Scelo: I don’t understand what you are trying to
say, please elaborate.
Ndalo: I mean with all said and done, at the end
of the day she is her mother and….
Scelo: Babe, let us leave this before we fight.
Zoleka made it clear that she wants nothing to
do with Iminathi. Why should I entertain her now?
Ndalo: I hear you love but think of Iminathi in
this situation…
Scelo: You have known my kids for barely 48
hours and you already think you know what’s
best for my daughter more than I do?
Ndalo: Scelo I am just trying to…
Scelo: Iyeke lento MaZungu, it has nothing to do
with you and is deeper than you think. I am
asking you nicely.

She sighs, dropping her eyes on the floor.

Ndalo: Okay. I am sorry.

Scelo: Stop talking to Zoleka. Next time she
calls you, tell her to call me directly. I will go
take a bath.

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CHAPTER 22

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SCELO

He spends almost an hour in the bathroom

smoking and taking a shower afterwards. The
news of Zoleka caught him off guard and he
realises that he lashed out at Ndalo. It was not
his intention and he knows that she means well
but what frustrates him is how Zoleka is trying
to manipulate the situation using Ndalo.

Ndalo is lying on the couch watching

Reasonable Double on Disney when he walks in.
He didn’t even know that Disney had such
shows, he only got it for his kids. She sits up
and makes a space for him to sit, he takes her
legs and places them on his thighs.

Ndalo: The kids are sleeping.

Scelo: Thank you. Can we talk?

She nods and pauses the show, he takes her

hands into his.

Scelo: I am sorry at how I spoke to you, I didn’t

mean to sound mean or rude to you. It’s just
that this topic is opening wounds I thought
were healed.
Ndalo: You have hurt me Scelo, does that mean
you are going to remind me that they are not my
kids in every argument we have?

Scelo: No, that won’t happen I promise. It’s just

that I hate what Zoleka is doing, using you and
pretending to be a victim.

She doesn’t want this child, there is nothing I

didn’t do to try and get her involved. She
blocked me everywhere and I remember her last
words before she blocked me on facebook was
that I am harassing her and if I don’t stop, she
will tell everyone that I raped her.

Ndalo: What?
Scelo: I still have all the chats and everything,
the images of Imanathi when she was less than
a year old. The first thing she said when we met
before her wedding was that I shouldn’t
mention anything about the child.

I sent her those papers hoping that they would

stir some guilt from her, maybe make her
reconsider her decision but she signed them
within 24 hours. Now why should I listen to
anything she has to say after all of that?

Ndalo: I was just speaking for Iminathi as a

child, a girl child who yearns for her mother’s
love. I know you are trying to protect her but I
think you should exercise at least this last
option and know that you have done it all.

Scelo: Did she tell you why she wants to be a

mother all of a sudden?
Ndalo: She mentioned something about not
being able to bear kids for Themba and the seer
told her to fix her past in order to be able to fall
pregnant.

Scelo: Now it makes sense, she is only doing

this for her marriage not because she wants to.
What happens if she falls pregnant with the
child of the man she loves and neglects my kid?

I would have failed as a father if I didn't protect

my daughter from that. I will not allow Zoleka’s
inconsistency to disrupt my child’s life.

Iminathi is a child who is under my supervision

and care, as her father it is my duty to protect
her. Until she is old enough to comprehend
what is happening, I will not confuse her. If
Zoleka really wants this, she must go to court
and tell everyone why she abandoned her in the
first place.

Ndalo: I hear you and I guess me pushing or

trying to convince you is because I grew up with
both parents and I am close with them. I was
just hoping that you and Zoleka can sort out
your differences and give Imi that.

Scelo: Unfortunately not everyone gets to

experience what you did and you are not wrong
for trying but please read the room. You don’t
know Zoleka to be her spokesperson. I need
you to advise me yes, but be on my side always.

Ndalo: I know babe and I did defend you to her,

just that when we spoke my reasoning got the
better side of me.
Scelo: You are amazing and doing a great job
with my kids, they love you and so do I. Please
do not let this incident restrict you.
Ndalo: (smiling) I promise it won't.

He draws closer to her and kisses her lips and

lets her lie on his chest.

Ndalo: I am planning to go home this weekend,

my brother is having an important game day at
school so I want to be there for him. Would you
be able to come with me?
Scelo: I would love to.

Ndalo: Great, we need to get the babysitter

prepared then.
Scelo: Yeah, although I am a bit concerned
about leaving now with Zoleka speaking about
coming back.
Ndalo: You think she would come here and take
Imi?

Scelo: Maybe not take her but talk to her and all
of that but it’s okay. I will talk to Spha and find
something more secure.
Ndalo: The babysitter can watch them at my
place, at least there one needs an access to
come in and the security is tight since I
changed locks after Themba showed up.

Scelo: Are you sure baby? I wouldn’t want to

inconvenience you.
Ndalo: It’s really okay, they can play with other
kids and swim in the complex. I think they will
like it.
Scelo: I think so too, thank you again my love.
Now back to meeting your parents, what should
I prepare myself for? Should I wear a suit?

Ndalo: (laughing) What for? Just be yourself

babe and everything is going to be fine.
Scelo: Alright, just checking. I can’t wait to
meet them.
Ndalo: They also can’t wait and you will love
them.
Scelo: Shall we go to bed or you are still
watching TV? It’s been a long day.

Ndalo: Let’s go to sleep. Do you want a

massage with a happy ending?
Scelo: (smiling) Happy ending you say?
Ndalo: (laughing) I thought you were tired…?
Scelo: There’s always some reserved energy for
that….

ZOLEKA

She walks to her house, her mind still reeling

from the conversation she had with Ndalo. She
is happy that Ndalo took this seriously and
knows that she is going to be the one to get
through Scelo. The sooner this is resolved and
able to restore peace in her marriage, the better.
Knowing how stubborn Scelo is, he is going to
drag her to hell and back while she is not
interested in this matter being big to a point of
going to court.

She opens the door, her eyes widen in shock

seeing her parents and her in-laws sitting in the
living room. She almost faints but composes
herself, takes a deep breath and greets them.
Zoleka: Hello, everyone.

Themba gets up from his seat, walks up to him

and pulls her into a hug.

Themba: Hey, my love, I am glad you are home.

Breathe out.

He says in a whisper. Her heart is racing.

Zoleka: (whispering) You didn’t tell me they

were coming today.
Themba: (whispering) The sooner we get with
this done, the better. Come, let’s sit down.

She nods, and follows her to the couch.

MaMdoda: My daughter, is everything okay?
Does our son treat you well?

She forces a smile, trying to hide her anxiety.

Zoleka: Everything's fine. There are challenges

like every marriage, but we're managing.

Her mother, Babalwa, raises an eyebrow.

Babalwa: Themba, is that true? You are the one

that called us here.
Themba: (clearing his throat) No, things are not
fine.

The room falls silent, her eyes darting between

her family members.

Mr. Mthembu: What's the matter?

Themba: We started this marriage on lies. And
now those lies are catching up with us.

The parents exchange confused glances, their

faces etched with worry.

MaMdoda: Please explain what you mean by

that?

He nudges Zoleka, encouraging her to speak,

insead she bursts into tears, her body shaking
uncontrollably.

Themba: Zoleka has a child. One that she hid

away for six years.

The room falls silent again and Babalwa gets up

on her feet, her eyes popping out.

Babalwa: I am going to need you both to tell me

this is a bad joke because what? Deny it, Zoleka!

Zoleka: ( shaking her head with tears streaming

down her face) It's true mama.

Her father's face drops, his eyes filled with

disappointment.

Mr Mthembu: Why keep it from us?

Zoleka': I was scared. I didn't want to be an
embarrassment.
Babalwa: You're indeed an embarrassment
because what is this!? Who hides a child for six
years?

Themba: That's enough! This situation doesn't

need your judgement or criticism but guidance.
We are in this mess because of you guys. Yes,
don’t pop your eyes because the 4 of you did
this.

This whole thing is affecting our marriage

because Zoleka can’t have kids unless she
acknowledges that child she abandoned. I am
also not innocent, I have made someone
pregnant outside our marriage….
MaMdoda: You did what? Baba, did you know
about this?
Mziwoxolo: Let us all calm down…
Babalwa: Calm down for what? How dare you,
Themba! You're just as guilty as she is! Now
you are blaming us for your bad behaviour?

Themba: I know hence I'm trying to protect

Zoleka. I am not justifying her actions.

MaMdoda: We just want to understand, why

keep this as a secret?
Zoleka: Like I said, I was scared to be disowned
and be an embarrassment. Mom spoke ill of
teens that fell pregnant…
Babalwa: Because I wanted you to not be like
them!
Zoleka: I am sorry, Mama and you dad. Please
forgive me.
Mr Mthembu: (sighs) Where is our
granddaughter? Do you have at least a picture
of her?

She nods and takes out her phone, paging

through it and hands it to her father who takes
one glance and passes to Babalwa who wails.

Babalwa: Yiii Yiii yiii Zoleka, she is your

photocopy!

Zoleka's sobs fill the air and Themba wraps his

arms around her, shushing her.

Themba: (whispering) Please don’t cry, we'll get

through this together.
Will they? How are they going to begin solving
this mess? Secrets are out, relationships will
never be the same. The room remains silent.
Tension hanging in the air.

As her tears slowly subside, Themba's grip on

her tightens.
Themba: I love you.

She looks at him, shocked and confused as this

is the first time he is saying such words.

Zoleka: I love you too

What next?

To be continued...
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CHAPTER 23

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ZOLEKA

She wakes up with a heavy headache and finds

Themba getting ready for work. He puts his dish
on the sink and walks up to her as she sits
down.

Themba: You don’t look good.

Zoleka: I feel like hell. My head hurts so much.
Themba: What’s wrong?
Zoleka: Everything is wrong, Themba, can’t you
see? I can’t give you kids, you want to marry
someone else and now I am forced to mother
and love a child I don’t want. It’s a lot and I am
tired of pretending.

She says and breaks down crying, he wraps his

arms around her and calms her down.

Themba: I am so sorry you are feeling this way

and I can understand that it’s emotionally taxing
to you, but look at it in a positive way. There are
no secrets between us now and we can take it
slowly and do us. Maybe we can finally go to a
proper honeymoon vacation.
Zoleka: I don’t know, there is still the issue of
your girlfriend becoming your second wife. I
don’t know if I have strength for all of that. I am
tired.
Themba: About that, I don’t think it is going to
happen, at least not anytime soon.
Zoleka: You were so adamant about doing the
right thing, what changed?
Themba: I am still going to do the right thing but
that doesn’t mean I have to marry her in order
to be a present father in my child’s life.
Zoleka: What are you saying?

Before Themba could respond, a knock comes

through the door and her parents walk in.
Themba greets them and leaves for work while
she remains with them.

Babalwa: You look like you didn’t get any sleep.

Zoleka: I didn’t, my head is spinning and I want
to be alone.
Babalwa: You can’t run away ke nono because
we need answers.
Mthembu: Your mother is right Zo, we need to
know more about this issue regarding your child.
Zoleka: What do you want to know?
Babalwa: For starters, where is the child, can we
go see her?
Zoleka: She is with her father and no, you can’t
go see her.
Mthembu: Why?
Zoleka: (sighs) Because I signed away my
parental rights to her.
Babalwa & Mthembu: What?

They ask in unison and she shuts her eyes as

the pain triples up to the sound of their voices.
Babalwa: You are joking, right?
Zoleka: I am not.
Mthembu: Zoleka, why would you do that?
Zoleka: I didn’t want this to come back to me, I
did all I could to make you guys happy. To be
perfect.
Babalwa: But Zoe…

Zoleka: No Ma, there are no buts. You guys put

me under so much pressure and the last thing
you are not going to do is pressure me into
having that girl in my life.
Mthembu: What do you mean? She is your child
and you are her mother! A girl child belongs to
her mother. You need to stop whatever you are
smoking, grow up and fetch that child, yhini!
Zoleka: She is fine without me, trust me.
Babalwa: My husband, please give us a moment.
Mthembu: You better speak sense into her
because we can’t fold our hands and watch
strangers raise our granddaughter. Already we
have lost so much time for her growing up, she
needs to come home and that man needs to
pay damages.
Zoleka: What damages when Scelo raised and
took care of Iminathi this whole time? You are
the reason I hid the child from everyone so you
are seriously not going to mention that, you
won’t. If for anything, Scelo is the best present
dad you will ever be.

She doesn’t know where she gets the liver to

talk to her father like that but she felt the words
flying out of her mouth. Scelo is many things
but one thing she will never fault him for is how
much of a great father he is. Her father walks
out of the door and her mother pulls her into a
tight embrace and let her cry.

Babalwa: Oh sana lwami, uxolo vha? I am so

sorry my baby, we are going to sort this out. We
will.
Zoleka: How Ma? I tried talking to his girlfriend
because I know he hates me but she told me
straight up that she won’t get involved. I don’t
want to go to court…

Babalwa: Unfortunately since you signed those

papers we have to but don’t worry, our lawyers
are good. We just need to look into your baby
daddy and see what can deem him unfit to be a
sole guardian. I don’t know marn but we will
figure it out.
Zoleka: I don’t need all of this drama, all I need
is the curse to be lifted and continue with my
life.
Babalwa: You heard your father, your daughter
can’t be raised by strangers and suffer while we
are here.
Zoleka: She is not suffering!
Babalwa: Zoleka kawuthule, keep quiet! I am
trying my best to be understanding and
sympathetic to you but you are pushing me. We
are going to do whatever it takes to get her and
you will cooperate. End of story.

NDALOENHLE

The preparations to go home are underway and

everything is ready. Now that the day to go
home is literally tomorrow, she is a bit nervous
and anxious about it. She is praying that
everything goes well and her parents accept
Scelo. Drama is the last thing she needs at the
moment with everything that has been going on.

Thato is nearby, since she was at court with a

client and decided to squeeze in a lunch date
with her. Pregnancy looks good on her friend
and it makes her wonder if she wants to be
pregnant or have kids.

It’s one conversation she is avoiding and has

never had with Scelo but he made it clear that
he would like to have more kids.

Ndalo: Hey baby mama…

Thato: Hey love, how are you?
Ndalo: I am alright, how is my baby treating you?
Thato: The baby is treating me well, I don’t want
to complain. Are you ready to go home with
your man?
Ndalo: Girl, I am nervous but I am ready to do
this.

Thato: It will get better the next time you guys

go, the first time is always the hardest. How are
the kids, kuya stepmotherka?
Ndalo: The kids are fine and amazing, as for the
stepmother role, I don’t know. I am doing the
best I can.
Thato: What happened?

She sighs and takes a sip of her drink as she

narrates what happened from Zoleka calling to
Scelo biting her head off.
Ndalo: It made me hurt. I don't want to lie
because I was only trying to help.

Thato: I know you were but it was not your

business to tell Ndalo, this Zoleka woman is not
your friend and you can’t be fighting for her
battles. Scelo is right, he is the father and
knows what is best for his daughter.

Ndalo: Friend, what harm is it to suggest that it

might be in the child’s best interest to
reconnect with her mother?
Thato: If only the mother was genuine, to be on
a safe side, stay away from this woman before
he thinks you don’t want his daughter.

Let him handle his kids the best way he knows

how, help when you are asked to. As harsh as it
sounds, you are not their mother nor his wife
yet. By saying that I don’t mean be a wicked
cold stepmother, just take it slowly and be
mindful.

Ndalo: Noted, I hear you friend. How was the

court case?
Thato: Stressful but we are getting there. It’s
just frustrating dealing with rich entitled spoiled
brats who think they can throw money at
anything and gaslight the law.

If Scelo happens to need a lawyer to deal with

his baby mama, hook him up with me. I enjoy
making rich people eat a humble pie in court.

Ndalo: (laughing) Yes, that’s definitely my friend.

I will surely keep this in mind.
Thato: You better. Let me go friend, enjoy your
trip and keep well. I can’t wait to hear all about
this visit when you come back.
Ndalo: I will update you mama.

They share a hug and part ways going to their

cars, she drives straight to her house and peek
through the room the kids will be occupying as
theirs for the duration of her trip and smile.

She can’t believe how quick she decorated this

room and made the arrangements. She is
looking forward to having them later and
hosting dinner for her whole little family for the
first time.

She takes out her bags and starts packing his

clothes just to relieve the stress of running
around in the morning which ends up with her
forgetting some of the important stuff.

NARRATED

Mr. Mthembu emerges from the mall's entrance,

surrounded by his security. The two men fall
into step beside him, their eyes scanning the
parking lot with practised vigilance. As they
approach Mziwoxolo's sleek black sedan, one
of the guards steps forward, opening the
passenger door for Mthembu.

Mthembu settles into the plush leather seat, his

gaze never leaving Mziwoxolo's tense presence.
The air inside the car is heavy with anticipation,
the tension palpable as the two men prepare to
discuss the delicate matter of their children's
marriage.
Mthembu: How do you allow Themba to make
someone else pregnant?
Mziwoxolo: You make it sound like I go with
Themba everywhere. How was I supposed to
know he was going to do something like this?
Mthembu: He is your son, you are supposed to
keep him on the leash! How could he be so
reckless?

Mziwoxolo: I-I don't know what to say. It was a

mistake, I'm sure.

He stutters and Mthembu's expression turns

cold, his failing to hide the disappointment.

Mthembu: You need to do something about it,

Mziwoxolo and do it quickly. You'll fix this. You
owe me that much.

The weight of Mthembu's words hang in the air,

a reminder of the investments he had made in
Mziwoxolo's political career, the contributions
he had made to ensure their children's union
would be a successful one.

Mthembu: Remember my investments,

Mziwoxolo? My contributions to your party?
Everyone's living comfortably because of our
children's union.

Mziwoxolo: (swallowing) Yes, sir. I remember.

Mthembu: No other woman will benefit from

that union except my daughter. You understand?
Mziwoxolo: ( Adam's apple quickly moves as he
swallows hard, his voice barely above a
whisper.) Yes, sir.

The air inside the car thickens, the tension

building as Mthembu's words hang like a threat.
Mziwoxolo clears his throat.

Mziwoxolo: And Zoleka? What about...the issue

of her being unable to have kids? How are you
going to get her child from her ex since Themba
told me that she signed her rights away?

Mthembu's smile chilled, his lips curling upward

in a cold, calculating smile.

Mthembu: Don't worry about that, Mziwoxolo. I'll

handle it. You take care of Themba's side chick
and make sure that pregnancy disappears.
Mziwoxolo: Absolutely.

Mthembu steps out of the car and closes the

door behind him, leaving Mziwoxolo shaken,
sweaty and determined to clean up Themba’s
mess.

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CHAPTER 24
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SETHU

She is woken up from her nap by a loud knock

on the door and walks to open it. This
pregnancy makes her lazy and sleepy all the
time. Thanks to her leave from work, she is
surrendering to her sleep without feeling guilty.

Sethu: Okay, okay! Don’t break my door., I will

open.

She opens the door and the shock she gets

when Themba’s father walks in and pushes her
aside makes her numb.
What is this man doing here? She closes the
door and stands by it in case she has to run or
scream.

He looks angry but not violent as he moves

around her apartment, his eyes landing on the
scan pictures that are on the table and picking
them up.

He looks at the pictures for a long time before

lifting his head and looks at her.

Mziwoxolo: So you are indeed pregnant?

Sethu: Yes.

She says with a low voice, he puts the pictures

down and walks towards her, she steps back
until her back is against the door.
Mziwoxolo: I don’t understand why you girls do
this to yourselves, Themba is married with a
whole wife but you let him nut inside you while
you know you are not preventing. Why?

Sethu: With all due respect Sir, Themba as a

married man why didn’t he wear a condom? If
we are going to play the blame game then let us
all be crucified.
Mziwoxolo: That’s not the point, it’s your womb
and body. If for anything, you are the one to
suffer the most.
Sethu: Suffer?

Mziwoxolo: It’s not safe for you to be here. You

need to leave and do so today. I will give you
some money, and make sure you don’t tell my
son about this.
Sethu: But…what is Themba going to say if I just
disappear?

Mziwoxolo: Leave my son to me, I will handle

him.
Sethu: Is my life in danger?
Mziwoxolo: Yes. Zoleka’s father asked me to
terminate your pregnancy.

She feels her whole body getting cold. That

man did what?

Sethu: Why are you not doing it?

Mziwoxolo: Because this is my first grandchild
and Themba will never forgive me if I do that.
Sethu: Oh wow, so you do care about him?
Mziwoxolo: What do you mean about that? Of
course I do care, he is my son!

Sethu: I wish you showed him more that you

care but either way thank you for protecting me
and giving me heads up, I appreciate it. I would
like to relocate to Swaziland, I have my cousins
on that side.
Mziwoxolo: Perfect.

His hands come out with a stack of money

from his pocket and places it on her hands. She
looks at it and feels dizzy, trying to guess how
much this is. He takes out a phone and gives it
to her.

Mziwoxolo: This is for communication, I will tell

you when it’s safe to make phone calls to
Themba. All the best.

He says and walks away. She closes the door

and sits down on the floor crying and thinking
about how unfair this whole thing is.

She is the one that has to run away and protect

her child while she didn’t make this child alone.

But then again, this is the price one pays for

sleeping with married men, she is no victim
because she knew Themba was married but
still let him slide raw like Mziwoxolo said.

Crying and feeling sorry for herself won’t help at

this point, she should be grateful that behind
that greedy side of Mziwoxolo, there is still
some conscience left. Maybe he does care
about his son in his sick and twisted ways.

NDALONHLE

After long hours of driving, her car pulls into the

driveway, her family eagerly awaiting her arrival.
Mcebisi and Melusi, her brothers, surrounded
their parents, Zungu and MaCele, their faces
beaming with excitement.

As Ndalo steps out of the car, her brothers

rushes to envelop her in warm hugs.

Mcebisi: Sis, we missed you!

Ndalo: I missed you two ninjas.
MaCele: Finally you are here. Who is this
handsome man you are with?
Ndalo: (smiling) Family, please meet my
boyfriend, Scelo Buthelezi. Babe, these are my
parents and siblings.
Scelo: Pleased to meet you everyone.

Her father shakes Scelo’s hands while looking

at him.

Zungu: Welcome, Scelo. We've heard a lot about

you.
Scelo: Good things I hope.
MaCele: (smiling) We've prepared a nice lunch
for you both. Please, freshen up and join us at
the table.
Ndalo: Thank you Ma.
She leads Scelo to her bedroom and closes the
door behind them.

Scelo: Your home is beautiful.

Ndalo: Thank you. My dad worked so hard for
this. Let’s not keep them waiting.

They freshen up and change into decent clothes,

Scelo admiring the family photos adorning the
walls as they walk back to the dining table.

MaCele: Scelo, please bless the food for us son.

Scelo: Let us close our eyes. Dear God, we
thank you for this food and the hands that
prepared it. Bless our meal and our time
together. Amen.
“Amen.” Everyone says and they dig into the
delicious meal.

Zungu: How was your trip?

Ndalo : It was okay, just hot.
MaCele: How did you two meet?
She glances at Scelo and smiles when she
remembers the first time they met.

Ndalo: We met at…

MaCele: Awume Kancane Ndalo, let Scelo tell
us. Can he talk for himself?
Scelo: We met at a restaurant, she was on a
date with her former fiance and I was serving
them.

It was awkward but she was nice to me. We

kept on bumping into each other after that and
connected.
MaCele: So you are a waiter?
Scelo: Yes, I am and also works as a bouncer.
MaCele: I see.

The disappointment in her voice cannot be

missed as she glances towards Ndalo who
focuses on her food.

Zungu: Where is home?

Scelo: Home is in the East Rand, I was born and
grew up at Daveyton.
Zungu: Oh I see. Do you have children?
Scelo: Yes, 2 girls and 1 boy.

Macele chokes on her food, she brushes her

back and offers her some water.

Ndalo: Are you okay Ma?

MaCele: 3 kids? Where is their mother?
Scelo: Their mothers are not in the picture but…
MaCele: Mothers? Please don’t tell me you have
3 kids with different women.
Scelo: That’s correct.
MaCele: Why? Don’t you know condoms?
Zungu: MaCele….

His voice carries so much authority and her

mother keeps quiet. She looks at Scelo
apologetically but he just winks at her and
continues to eat.

The rest of the conversation goes smoothly

with her mother quiet. She knows that her
mother is going to give her a third degree
lecture but she doesn’t really care.

Zungu: Asilule izinyawo Shenge. (let us take a

walk)

He says and Scelo gets up following him

outside. She also gets up and collects the
dishes to the kitchen with her mother on her
footsteps.

MaCele: Really Ndalo? A waiter and baby daddy

of 3? Bese kuphele amadoda yini?
Ndalo: Mama, please don’t start. Scelo is a
good man…
MaCele: And broke the chain of children from
different mothers!
Ndalo: He is not broke and he actually takes
care of his kids. He is a great dad and that is
what makes me love him more.

MaCele: Ndalo, you are too beautiful to put

yourself through that, a man with so many
children brings nothing but drama.

By the time you decide to have your own first

born, he will be tired. This also means
akazithandi, he sleeps around without
protection and for your sake I hope he is not
sick.

Ndalo: He is not and Ma, stop speaking like that

about him. He has a past, just like everyone else.
MaCele: Themba was better because at least
he had a decent job…
Ndalo: With all due respect, don’t compare my
boyfriend to that wimp. It;s okay to not like
Scelo because he is not yours to love but all I
am asking you is to respect him because he
makes your daughter happy.

He may not have all that you fantasise about

but he is enough and I love him.

MaCele: He does look like a good man and is

handsome but I don’t like the fact that he has
so many children when you have zero.

How are you going to cope? What if the kids

disrespect you or their mothers give you hell?

Ndalo: His kids are well behaved and as for

their mothers, I am not a baby mama. I can
stand up for myself.
MaCele: Oh Ndalo wami, you are stressing me
out, my baby.
Ndalo: Don’t be, your daughter is in safe hands.
I promise.

NARRATED

Zungu and Scelo leave the house with Scelo

wondering what the man is going to say to him.
He is not bothered by Ndalo’s mom at the table
because he expected it and it was not as bad as
he anticipated. As a parent to girls, he
understands that MaCele is only looking out for
her daughter.

They stroll through the lush green garden,

surrounded by vibrant flowers and the soothing
sounds of nature, Zungu's curiosity gets the
better of him, and he begins to inquire about
Scelo's upbringing.

Zungu: Scelo, tell me about your childhood and

your family. Where are your parents, your father?
Do you have siblings?
Scelo: My father passed away when I was
young and we are left with my mother. I do have
siblings, a brother and two sisters. I am the
third born.
Zungu: Sorry to hear about your father’s
passing.

Scelo: It's okay, sir, it happened a long time ago,

and I've learned to cope with the loss.
Zungu: You now have a father in me as long as
you treat my daughter right. I also don't judge
you for having three kids with different women,
Scelo. Life happens, and we all make mistakes,
but what's important is how we learn from them
and move forward.

Scelo: Thank you, sir. I appreciate your

understanding.
Zungu: I just want assurance that my daughter
will be safe and prioritised. She's my everything,
and I want to know that she'll be happy and
taken care of.
Scelo: That's what I'm doing, sir. That's what I
want to do for as long as we're together.

Zungu: That’s good. What are your plans with

my daughter?
Scelo: (smiling) I want to marry Ndalo, not only
for her to be a mother to my kids but to be my
companion and because I love her.

Zungu chuckles, pointing at his kraal that is at

the end of his house.

Zungu: You see how big it is? I want it filled with

cows.

Scelo nods, looking at it.

Zungu: I'm not getting any younger, nor stronger

Scelo. I want to see my daughter happy, and I
want to know that she'll be taken care of when I
am gone from this world. I don’t mean to
undermine how you make your money because
you don’t look poor but my daughter is
educated and doing well for herself.
You are a father of 3 kids with an intention of
marrying my daughter. You may have managed
fine all along but as a man of the house with
kids and wife, the responsibilities multiplies and
I would hate to see Ndalo being the provider
instead of being a helper. You do get my point,
right?

Scelo: I do, very clear and what I could say is

that she is safe with me, that’s a promise.

Zungu nods and a moment of silence falls

between them.

Scelo: How's your body responding to the

pacemaker?
Zungu: (sighs) It's a challenge, there are good
days and bad days, but I'm grateful for a second
chance at life. Let’s go back to the house so
that you can also rest from driving this long.

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 25

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SCELO

He went out with Ndalo and her family last night,

attending Mcebisi’s school ceremony and it
was fascinating seeing Ndalo that proud of her
brother. It made him imagine the future when
he does the same for his kids. Speaking of his
children, he spoke to Khanyisa and so far
everything is going well. They are all safe and
sound.

They are now preparing to go back to Joburg

and he can safely say that he enjoyed his time
here. The Zungus are amazing and even Ndalo’s
mom ended up being nice and told her she
didn’t mean any harm.

He told her it’s okay because as a father, he

understands. The only thing that makes him
look forward to leaving this place is sex. As
much as Ndalo was willing and open, he
couldn’t bring himself to sleep with her with her
parents under the same roof.

It didn’t feel right and luckily for him Ndalo

understood and she spoke about adding her
own outside room to the ones she will be
building for her brothers. Ndalo walks in just as
he zips his bag and wraps her arms around his
waist.

Scelo: Have you said your goodbyes already?

Ndalo: Without you? Hell no. Come, I am
actually here to fetch you.

She drags him all the way to the lounge where

her parents are relaxing and watching TV.

Zungu: You guys are leaving already?

Scelo: If it was up to me, I would stay longer but
unfortunately we have to leave now so that we
can rest. Tomorrow is Monday and work awaits.
Zungu: That’s understandable and thank you for
coming and seeing us. We loved meeting and
getting to know you, we hope to see you more
often.

Scelo: Most definitely.

MaCele: Ndalo told me about your concerns
regarding leaving your kids back. Next time you
can bring them with you guys, we have enough
space here.

That takes him by surprise but he fights the

emotions that threaten to overcome him and
nod.

Scelo: Thank you so much Mrs Zungu, this

means a lot to me.
MaCele: I made you guys something to eat on
the way.
She hands Ndalo the big lunchbox and Ndalo
thanks her mother. After all the goodbyes and
handshakes, they finally get inside the car with
Scelo promising his new brothers a call when
he gets to Joburg.

They liked him and so did he. He is praying to

be a good example of an elder brother and good
man to them. Now it’s time to go back to and
hustle for Zungu’s cows, honour the promise he
made to him before God remembers him.

THEMBA

He knocks once at his fathers office and lets

himself in, his father lifts his head and chuckles.
Mziwoxolo: Someone woke up at the wrong
side of the bed this morning. What’s wrong with
you?
Themba: Father, what did you do to Sethu?
Mziwoxolo: What do you mean?

Themba: I have been trying to call her the whole

weekend with no luck and this morning I went
to her apartment. Neighbours said she left the
same day you were there. What did you do or
say to her?
Mziwoxolo: Sit down and close the door behind
you.

He hesitates for a moment but ends up doing

what his father says.

Themba: I am listening.
Mziwoxolo: I asked her to leave because it was
not safe for her to be around.
Themba: What do you mean not safe?
Mziwoxolo: Your in-laws are not happy about
your infidelity and you are not a child, I don’t
have to spell it out for you.
Themba: (sighs) Those bastards…

Mziwoxolo: Hey, mind your words. They are still

your in-laws.
Themba: How long is this going to last? Sethu
can’t run away forever.
Mziwoxolo: If you kept it on your pants or wore
a condom, we wouldn’t be here. Since you are a
man and feel like your balls are hard enough to
chat back at me, you will figure it out. I did my
best.
Themba: Father…
Mziwoxolo: ah.aaa. I don’t want to hear it.
Please leave, I have a meeting soon.

He opens his mouth to say something but the

knock on the door disturbs him. He greets the
person and walks away. What a mess this is,
and what annoys him the most is that the
Mthembu’s are still around.

They are trying to find a way of taking the kid

from Scelo. He doesn’t love him but he thinks
it’s unfair the way they are going about it,
considering the fact that Scelo has been raising
this child all alone.

NARRATED

It’s busy as usual at Brio considering that it’s a

Monday that comes after a month's end. Most
people are having meetings and personal dates
and the waiters are working tirelessly to provide
a great service. Scelo is having his smoke break
when he decides to check his phone and finds
an email that reads as follows:

Subject: Invitation to Interview for Cyber

Security Trainee Position

Dear Mr Buthelezi,

We are pleased to invite you to an interview for

the Cyber Security Trainee position at
CyberGuard Services.

Following your application, we reviewed your

profile and believe you would be an excellent fit
for our team.

Below are the details of the position:

Job Title: Cyber Security Trainee

Job Summary:

We are seeking a highly motivated and

enthusiastic Cyber Security Trainee to join our
team. As a Cyber Security Trainee, you will
undergo comprehensive training and
development to become a skilled cyber security
professional.

Responsibilities:
- Participate in on-the-job training and
mentorship programs
- Assist senior security analysts in monitoring
and analysing security event logs
- Learn and implement security measures to
protect against cyber threats
- Collaborate with team members to develop
and implement security protocols
- Participate in incident response and threat
hunting

Requirements:

- Matric certificate (Grade 12)

- Basic understanding of computer systems and
networking
- Strong problem-solving and analytical skills
- Willingness to learn and adapt to new
technologies

Training and Development:

- Comprehensive cyber security training

program (12-18 months)
- Industry-recognized certifications (CompTIA
Security+, CISSP)
- Mentorship from experienced cyber security
professionals

Salary: R20,000 - R25,000 per month

(dependent on performance)

Benefits:
- Comprehensive medical aid
- Retirement fund
- Paid leave
- Ongoing training and development
opportunities

Interview Details:

Date: 03/10/2024
Time: 10:00 am
Location: Unit 27, Sunninghill Office Park,
Johannesburg South Africa.

Please confirm your availability by responding

to this email.
We look forward to meeting you.

Best regards,

Mrs Kubheka
Recruitment Manager
CyberGuard Services

He screams and dial’s Ndalo’s number

immediately. Her phone rings for a while before
she answers.

Ndalo: Hey baby.

Scelo: Love, you won’t believe this!
Ndalo: Tell me.
Scelo: I just got an interview with this company
and baby, the pay is good, they are even
offering to train and develop me for more skills.
Ndalo: That’s amazing love, congratulations.
When is the interview?
Scelo: Thank you babe. It’s tomorrow at 10.
Ndalo: Okay, this is great news baby, I am happy
for you.
Scelo: Indeed it is great news.
Ndalo: But…?

Scelo: I don’t remember applying for this job nor

do I know this company.
Ndalo: Babe, you as someone who believes in
God should know that miracles happen.

Scelo: You are right, it’s just that this job came
at the time where I am looking for something
better so I am overwhelmed.
Ndalo: I can imagine but it’s okay. Have faith
and a positive mind that it’s yours.
Scelo: Thank you babe. How is your day?
Ndalo: Busy, I want to go home already.
Scelo: Hold on for a few hours my love, it’s
almost over.

Scelo feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns and

finds his manager, Maria standing behind him.

Scelo: Love, let me call you back.

Ndalo: Okay.

He drops the call and turns to look at her with a

faint smile, wondering what could be the
problem now.
Maria: Someone is here to see you.
Scelo: Who is that?
Maria: A big business man, he requested for
your services only.
Scelo: Oh?
Maria: Do what you do best Scelo.

She taps on his shoulder and walks in front, he

clears his throat and follows her nervously.
Maria leads him to a table where a big shot man
is seated at, paging the menu. He knows
exactly who this is. Mr Mthembu. Zoleka’s
father.

Maria: Mr Mthembu, here is our outstanding

waiter you requested. He is happy and ready to
serve you anything you want, Sir.
Mthembu: (smiling) Thank you Maria.

She walks away and as soon as she is out of

sight, Mthembu’s smile disappears.

Mthembu: I was told you're the man who

fathered Iminathi.
Scelo: That's correct.

Mthembu: Zoleka told us what happened

between you two and I spoke to my lawyers,
and they advised me to sort this matter out of
court. It's going to be a costly and lengthy
process.

Scelo's eyes stay on Mthembu's, a flicker of

resentment dancing in their depths.
Mthembu: Before we go far with this
conversation, I want to thank you, Scelo, for
raising my granddaughter alone for such a long
time. That can't have been easy.

Scelo: It wasn’t. Thank you.

He leans forward, his eyes locked onto Scelo's.

Mthembu: How much would you need to be

compensated for your efforts and time?

Scelo: Repeat that.

Mthembu: Money is nothing, Scelo. Name your
price.
Scelo: (angrily) Who the hell do you think you
are, coming here and trying to bribe me with
money?

Mthembu: Mind your tone, boy. I'm trying to

resolve this situation amicably.

Scelo: (laughing sarcastic) Amicably? You think

throwing money at me will make everything
okay? You're not even acknowledging Iminathi's
existence!
Mthembu: Listen…

Scelo: No, you listen and listen to me clearly.

You will get Iminathi over my dead body, do you
hear me?
Mthembu: Be careful of what you wish for
because it might be granted.
Scelo: This conversation is over.
Mthembu: I see. See you in court, boy.

He says getting up from his chair, and walks out

with his men following him. Scelo takes a deep
breath and reaches for his phone to call Ndalo.
His heart is beating twice than normal.

Ndalo: That took long…

Scelo: Babe, I need a lawyer. A good one.
Ndalo: I know someone…

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 26
NDALO

After the phone call from Scelo, she called

Thato and organised a meeting between her
and Scelo after working hours. They are all at
her house and discussing the way forward,
Scelo is not as mad as he was earlier and she is
glad.

Thato: Please don’t stress out Scelo, this

favours you that is why he came to you and
tried to bribe you instead of going to court. With
all the evidence you have given me, I am
amazed at their audacity. I will talk to my PI to
dig deep into this and if he wants us to play, or
boy we will.
Scelo: In the meantime what should I do?
Thato: Nothing, just go on with your day. I will
advise you to tell the school and your babysitter
to not allow anyone near your child. I will also
check and see if we can get a protection order.
Scelo: (sighs) Okay, thank you.
Thato: You are welcome. Let me go and get
started on this and I will be in touch.

She gets up and shakes hands with Scelo, they

walk outside to her car.

Ndalo: Babe, thank you for coming through at

such a short notice. I hope this is not too much
for you.
Thato: Anything for you girlfriend, and tell him
to not worry really. This is water under the
bridge and considering the fact that he is out
there, he wouldn’t want me poking on his
business.

Ndalo: Please be careful as well. I would hate

anything happening to you when you were only
trying to help.
Thato: One thing you should know about me my
friend is that I know how to play dirty and
stooping to a person’s level. I’ve dealt with
worse cases than this, I will be okay.
Ndalo: My worry now is how long is this going
to last? This is why I suggested Scelo forgive
Zoleka for peace.

Thato: No friend these people need to learn to

be humble, okay? The least they could have
done is talk to Scelo nicely and try to soften him,
not what this man did.
They need to know if they dare touch or try to
breathe close to this child, they will be locked
up. Go be with your man and help him prepare
for his interview. Leave the rest to court and
God.
Ndalo: (sighs) Drive safely mama.

They share a hug and she waits until Thato

drives out before turning back to the house. She
finds Scelo on his feet, ready to leave as well.

Scelo: I need to go home, be with my kids and

rest.
Ndalo: Okay, please don’t forget the interview.
Scelo: I won’t. I asked for a day off to prepare
for it.
Ndalo: It’s going to be okay, I promise.
He nods and pulls her into a tight hug and
kisses her lips.

Scelo: I will call you when I arrive.

Ndalo: I love you.
Scelo: I love you even more.

NARRATED

The Mthembus are gathered in the house with

their attorney to discuss the way forward to the
case. Zoleka signing off her rights makes
everything hard but Mthembu insists that there
should be a way to work around that.

Babalwa: I don't understand why he is being so

stubborn. It’s not like he won’t see the kid
anymore, we are just requesting to take over
from here.
Mr. Ngcobo: We need to focus on the legal
aspects. We can't let emotions cloud your
judgement.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupts their

conversation. Mthembu walks to the door to
answer it.

Mthembu: Can I help you?

The sheriff: Good afternoon, sir. I'm here to

serve you with a protection order.

Mthembu: Protection order? What is the

meaning of this?
He hands Mthembu the documents.

The Sheriff: This order prohibits you and your

family from contacting or approaching Iminathi
or Scelo. Any violation of this order will result in
severe consequences.

Zoleka: Oh my God. Dad, you see what you have

done?
Mthembu: This is ridiculous!
Mr. Ngcobo: I advise you all to cooperate. If
anything happens to Scelo, it won't do well for
our case.

Mthembu: Tell him no piece of paper will help

him from this, we are not backing down.
Mr. Ngcobo: I understand your frustration, but
we must prioritise caution. We'll fight this in
court.
The sheriff: I warn you, failure to comply with
this order will result in arrest and potential
criminal charges.

With that, he turns and leaves.

Babalwa: I can’t believe he striked first.

Mr. Ngcobo: We'll appeal this order and
continue to fight for your rights. In the
meantime I need to find out who his lawyer is
and see if I can be able to talk with them.

SCELO
He walks out of the interview room, feeling
confident about his chances of landing the
cyber security job at CyberGuard Services. The
conversation flowed smoothly, and he
answered all the questions to the best of his
ability.

As he steps outside the building, walking to his

car, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it
out to see the school's number flashing on the
screen.

Scelo: Hello?

"Mr. Buthelezi, this is the school nurse. Iminathi

fainted in class and we rushed her to the
hospital."
Scelo: Which hospital?

The nurse gives him the details, and he doesn't

waste any time but drives there. What could be
the reason for her daughter to faint? She was
fine this morning when he dropped them at
school and he makes sure that they don’t eat
sweets and too much sugar. He texts Ndalo
after arriving at the hospital and steps out of
the car.

He rushes through the hospital doors and

immediately spots Iminathi’s teacher and walks
up to her.

Scelo: Mrs Jenkins, what happened?

Mrs. Jenkins: Iminathi was quiet today, which
isn't like her. I wondered if she was unwell.
Scelo: And then?
Mrs. Jenkins: She became increasingly distant,
unresponsive. Her eyes glazed over...it was
unsettling. I decided to call the school nurse,
and we brought her here.
Scelo: That’s weird. Thank you for taking care
of her.

Right then Doctor Mkhize emergs and he walks

up to him.

Scelo: Doctor, what is wrong with my daughter?

Dr Mkhize: Mr. Buthelezi, Iminathi is stable, but

we'd like to keep her overnight for observation
and further tests.
Scelo: What is the problem with her?
Dr Mkhize: We're running tests to determine the
cause. Let me check on her.

He follows Doctor Mkhize to Iminathi's room.

Through the window, he sees Iminathi lying
motionless in bed. Doctor Mkhize opens the
door, and he rushes to his daughter's side.
Iminathi's eyes are closed, her small body
hooked up to monitors. His heart sinks, he
takes her hand and kisses it.

Scelo: Baby, Daddy's here.

Iminathi doesn't respond. His grip on her hand

tightens as he swallows the lump on his throat.
Scelo: Get better for daddy my angel, please.

*
*
*
*
Mthembu walks to his car, followed by his men.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out,
and his heart skips a beat when a
compromising message stares back at him,
images that would destroy his reputation.

Mthembu's eyes look around, ensuring no one

witnesses his horror. He dials the number that
sent the message, but it rings unanswered.
Sweat drips down his spine as he feels cold.
Who could this be? Where did they get these
images? Desperation fuels his second call. A
sultry woman's voice answers on the other side.

Mthembu: What do you want?

Voice: I need you to back off.

Mthembu: Who are you?

Her giggles sends shivers down his spine.

Voice: You'll soon find out.

The line goes dead leaving his mind running

wild. Who is this woman? The images haunt
him. His reputation. His family.His entire life
hangs in the balance. Mthembu's eyes scans
the surrounding area, paranoia setting in,
feeling exposed and vulnerable that someone
out there has such compromising images of
him.

NARRATED

Babalwa and Zoleka are back for more

consultation and they sit nervously in Mama
Nala's dimly lit room, the scent of herbs and
incense filling the air. Mama Nala's hands
moving slowly over the bones, her eyes closed.
Suddenly, she groans in agony.

Babalwa: What is it, Mama Nala? What do you

see?
Mama Nala: I see danger, I see death. If you
don't stop what you're doing, you'll lose this
child.

Zoleka: Which child and what does that mean?

Mama Nala: Your daughter. The father of your
child’s ancestors are not asleep. They're angry.
Very angry. With everything happening, the child
will pay the price.

The air thickens and the mother and daughter

look at each other, fear visible in their eyes.

Babalwa: What can we do?

Mama Nala: Do the right thing. Stop fighting or
else you will lose this child.

To be continued. ..
[06/11, 08:45] T: FOREVER LOVE
CHAPTER 27

SCELO

This whole thing is not making any sense and

it’s stressing him. How could a child go from
being healthy, playful to not talking and fainting
in a space of a few hours? Something is up and
he hates the fact that the doctors are not
finding anything wrong.

He walks back to the hospital after going home

in the morning to shower and drop off his other
children to school. Having to explain to them
that the reason why he didn’t sleep at home
was because of their sister being sick was
stressful.
He is grateful for Ndalo who is supporting him
during this difficult time, he doesn’t know how
he was going to cope with everything that is
going on. Indeed God knew what he was doing
when he created a woman to be the helper for
the man.

He stands by the window and looks at her

sleeping peacefully on the bed and sighs. She
looks exactly like how he left her a few hours
ago. What could be bothering his baby girl? His
phone rings, it’s Zungu, Ndalo’s father. He steps
aside to answer it.

Scelo: Manzini, hi.

Zungu: Shenge, how is it going? My daughter
told us what is happening and I thought I should
call and check in on how you are doing.
Scelo: I appreciate that Sir. It’s not going well, I
spent the whole day and night, hoping to hear
something from the doctors but they keep on
running around and saying they don’t find
anything.

Zungu: Mhm, that’s not good.

Scelo: It isn’t, and on top of that I have her
maternal family fighting me over her. It’s a lot of
stress for one person.
Zungu: Why are they fighting you?

Scelo: It’s a long story but to cut it short, the

mother of this child abandoned her at my
doorstep a few days after being born. She never
made contact and signed her parental rights
away.
Recently her rich family found out about this
and instead of talking to me nicely and seeking
a way forward they are threatening to take my
daughter away.
Zungu: I see. There you have your answer as to
why your child is sick.

Scelo: I am not sure I am following sir.

Zungu: I don’t know how well you are informed
about ancestors?
Scelo: Not much, we grew up in a christian
home and going to church. We never had any
ancestral ceremonies taking place. How is that
related to my daughter being sick if I may ask?

Zungu: As a boy child and an african man, you

can’t turn your back from home and your roots.
Despite what happened, your guides exist and if
you ignore them they usually attack the most
valuable thing to seek your attention. In this
case it could be that your ancestors are fighting
her mother’s to protect her.

Unfortunately the child suffers when this

happens so I suggest that you take this child
home, your home. Take all of your children
home and to your father’s grave. Tell him about
your kids and watch what’s going to happen
next.

Scelo: My family and I don’t get along, it’s going

to be weird of me showing up now because I
have problems.
Zungu: Unfortunately this is something you
have to do and also, you need to meet up with
that family and resolve this matter.
I know it may be hard and painful to do so but
do it for your daughter. You don’t have to give
them your child but give them access to her.

He feels his cheeks burning and tears

streaming down his face. He lets them roll
down while shaking his head.

Scelo: This is not fair. They don’t deserve my

baby.
Zungu: I know it’s hard but as a parent, put her
well-being first. One thing about these
situations is that kids don’t remain kids forever.
She will grow up and see the kind of person
they are.

Scelo: I hear you Manzini.

Zungu: Kuzolunga, continue being a good dad
and leave the rest to the universe.

He sniffles and sees the doctor approaching

him.

Scelo: I have to go, thank you for the call.

Zungu: Anytime.

The call ends and he shoves his phone inside

his pockets.

Dr Mkhize: Mr Buthelezi…
Scelo: Doctor, please tell me you found
something?
Dr Mkhize: Not yet but we are still looking.
Scelo: Yooh!
He asks, trying his best to hide his frustration,
the doctor places his hand on his shoulder and
leans in to whisper.

Dr Mkhize: I think your daughter needs spiritual

help.
Scelo: Meaning?
Dr Mkhize: See a Sangoma or something. Just
saying. You can go see her.

He says and walks away leaving his mind

reeling with thoughts as he walks inside her
ward. He sits next to her bed and takes her
hand into his kissing it.

Scelo: (praying)
Heavenly Father,

I come to you with a heavy heart, pleading for

my daughter's health. Iminathi, my precious
child, lies in this hospital bed, and I feel helpless.

You are my only hope, my only refuge. I have no

other option, no backup plan. It's just You and
me, Father.

Please, heal my child. Take away her pain and

suffering. Restore her to full health and strength.

I know I'm not perfect, but I promise to trust in

Your goodness and sovereignty. You are the
Great Physician, and I beg You to lay Your
healing hands upon Iminathi.
Father, I surrender all my fears and worries to
You. Be my rock, my comfort, and my peace.

In Jesus' name, I pray. Amen.

ZOLEKA

The words of the seer have been on her mind

since the previous night and she can’t help but
feel sad. No matter how hard she is trying to
ignore this but her heart feels heavy.

Unable to ignore it any longer, she decided to

stalk Scelo from his house to the school where
he dropped his two kids and to the hospital. She
has been waiting in the parking lot,
contemplating whether to go back home or
inside. She is here now but afraid to go in there
and Scelo starts screaming at her.

Just as she is about to start her car and drives

away, she sees him coming out of the hospital
and walks to his car.

She waits until he drives away and gets out. The

receptionist recognises her and tells her that
she follows her on Instagram. She uses that to
gain access to Iminathi’s ward.

As she approaches the bed, her eyes fall upon

her daughter’s fragile body. Guilt and pain
washes over her like a tidal wave. She has never
felt such depth of emotion before. Tears form
in the corner of her eyes and for the first time in
a long time, she allows herself to cry.
Zoleka: (whispering) Oh Iminathi. Everything is
my fault.

Her trembling hand reaches out and takes

Iminathi’s hands in hers.

Zoleka: I am so sorry, my baby. You were doing

so well with daddy and now you are here
because of me. I wish there was a way to go
forward without disrupting your peaceful life. I
know you don’t hear me or will understand but I
am sorry. I hope one day you will forgive
mommy.

Iminathi’s eyes open and she drops her hand,

getting up from the chair terrified.
Iminathi: Mommy?
Zoleka: (stuttering)Y…y..yes baby. I’m your
mother.

Iminathi’s face lights up with a weak smile,

causing her own tears to flow down her face
uncontrollably. Her eyes meet with Iminathi’s
and her fear resurface, responsibility staring
into her eyes. She grabs her bag and runs out of
the hospital straight to her car.

*
*
*

Mthembu's mind is working overtime thinking

about the person that contacted him yesterday
when Babalwa places a cup of tea in front of
him. He clears his throat and takes it with a
weak smile.

Babalwa: We went to see the seer yesterday.

Mthembu: And?
Babalwa: She told us to stop fighting because
now the ancestors are fighting over the child
and we might end up losing her.
Mthembu: Mhm, she's right.
Babalwa: Excuse me?
Mthembu: I mean, maybe we took this the
wrong way.
Babalwa: Did we now?
Mthembu: My wife, I think we all need to calm
down…

Babalwa's raised eyebrow causes Mthembu to

cough and right then Zoleka walks in as if she is
being chased by a ghost.

Babalwa: Zoleka…
Zoleka: Please, the both of you should leave my
house and me alone.
Mthembu: What's wrong?
Zoleka: You guys are what is wrong in my life.
Leave!!

She yells and walks to her bedroom where she

locks herself inside.

Babalwa: Everyone is acting weird today, what's

going on?
Mthembu: Thanks for the tea, I need to go
somewhere.
NDALO

She sits across from Thato at the cosy coffee

shop, sipping her latte as they engage in casual
conversation. She fills Thato up about the latest
which includes Iminathi being sick.

Thato: Shame marn, how is Scelo doing?

Ndalo: He tries but this is hard for him, friend.
How is the case going? Did you find anything?

Thato: Actually, my PI found some information

regarding Mthembu.

Ndalo: What is it?

Thato: My PI uncovered some disturbing details.
I think Mthembu will back off now.

Ndalo: Come on Thato, what kind of information?

She glances around the coffee shop, ensuring

they aren't being overheard. She leans in closer,
her voice barely audible.

Thato: Mr. Mthembu likes them young.

Ndalo: You lie! Is he having an affair with young
girls?

She asks, shocked and Thato's smirk sends a

chill down her spine.

Thato: Not girls, Ndalo. Boys.

Ndalo choke on her drink, her mind reeling. It
can't be! The whole Mthembu.

Ndalo: Friend, are you sure?

Thato: 100%. We have pictures and videos and
rumour says he Diddyed your ex's dad too.
Ndalo: You lie! Their kids are married to each
other, how could they?
Thato: If you ask me, I think it's to hide what
really happens and for them to be seen together
without suspicion.

I have to go. Remember, this stays between us.

She nods, still trying to process the revelation.

Thato walks, leaving Ndalo stunned.
After composing herself, she drives to the
hospital, her thoughts still consumed by Thato's
words.

Upon arrival, she joins Scelo and they walk to

Imi’s ward.

To their surprise, Iminathi lies awake, a faint

smile on her face.

Scelo:Imi! You're awake!

Ndalo:Oh, baby, we were so worried! Dr, is she
fine?
Dr Mkhize: She is fine like an ox. You can take
her home.
Scelo: That's good news. How are you doing my
princess?

Iminathi: Mommy was here.

Scelo and Ndalo exchange surprised glances.

Scelo: What? When?

Iminathi: She held my hand.
Scelo: Doctor, how did this happen? Why would
you allow a stranger into my daughter’s ward?
Dr Mkhize: I don’t know about this. I'll have it
investigated.
Ndalo: It's okay Dr. Babe, leave it. Let's
celebrate that she is awake and we are taking
her home today. We'll deal with everything later.

To be continued….
[06/11, 08:45] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 28

SPONSORED BY LUTHANDO

ZOLEKA

She is woken up from her sleep by Themba, it’s

already dark in the room and that makes her
wonder how long she has been sleeping?

After the hospital visit, she decided to lock

herself in, lie on the bed and shut out the noise
and everything else while plugging on her
headsets. She is wondering if her parents are
still around or what?
Zoleka: You are back from work?
Themba: Yes I just got back. Why did you lock
the door? I have been knocking and had to
break it.
Zoleka: I didn’t want my parents around me.
Themba: What happened?

He asks, concern evident in his voice. She sighs

and sits up while he sits next to her.

Zoleka: I went to see my daughter at the

hospital today after learning that she was not
well.
Themba: Okay. How did that go? Did Scelo and
Ndalo see you?
Zoleka: (shaking her head) No, they were not
there. I sneaked in and she was just lying there
connected to the machines and I just broke.
Seeing her in that condition made me realise
that it’s my fault and when she called me
“mommy’ reality clicked in.
Themba: What reality?

Zoleka: I can’t do this anymore. God knows I

have tried but this is not what I want and I am
tired of living for other people.
Themba: Zoleka, what are you saying exactly?

Zoleka: I am saying I am done. I don’t want to

be your wife anymore nor have your kids. I don’t
want all of this, our parents breathing our necks,
kids and everything that comes with it. I don’t
want it.
Themba: So you are going to go to our parents
and tell them that? Do you think it’s easier like
that?

Zoleka: I will not tell them anything but I am

telling you. We need to divorce and then I’ll
disappear and relocate to New York or
something.
Themba: Your daughter? You don’t wish for her
to know you and vice versa?

Zoleka: She is fine with Scelo and from what

you told me about Ndalo, I am sure she will
make a better mother than I will ever be. I don’t
want to give her false hope.

I don’t have the motherly love in me Themba, I

was not made to be a mother and that’s okay. I
know myself and I don’t want to force myself
because that will make me resent her even
more.

Themba: What about me?

Zoleka: What about you?
Themba: I love you Zoleka.
Zoleka: You do?
Themba: Yes I do and I want to make our
marriage work. With or without children. Don’t
you love me too?
Zoleka: I do but…what about your dad and child
with Sethu? Speaking of which, what is it that
your father has on you that made him force you
to marry out of your will?
Themba: It’s a long story.
Zoleka: I have time.
He sighs and lies on his back, staring at the
ceiling with his eyes tearing up.

Themba: There was a girl I dated before Ndalo

that was toxic and obsessed with me. She
would stalk and follow me around, break
windows at my parent's place. It was wild. This
one time I was at her place and a fight broke
out between us.

I was used to her occasionally slapping me or

throwing things at me but that day I had enough.
I pushed her off me and she tripped and fell,
hitting her head at the corner of the table.

Before I knew it, there was blood everywhere

and I was crying trying to wake her up but she
didn’t. She was gone. Devastated and scared to
go to prison, I called my father who told me to
lock the doors and wait for him.

He came and saw that she was dead and

removed me from him, he was not alone. He
gave me his jacket and ordered his men to take
me home but what I didn’t pay attention to was
my father taking pictures of me and recording
the whole scene.

At the back of my mind I thought he was doing

that should we need to be in court and present
it.

Zoleka: What happened to the girl?

Themba: She was found dead a few days in the

bush nearby and the cops were said to be
investigating but that case disappeared and I
guess people forgot and moved on. I asked my
father what he did.

He told me he took care of it and I should act

normal and grieve for my girlfriend. Indeed I did
that but I struggled to cope, started doing drugs
and he took me to various witchdoctors to
chase her shadow.

Eventually that succeeded and he brought me

to his political party as a way of keeping an eye
on me and making sure that I don’t slip up.

I stayed single for 2 years until I met Ndalo,

such a lovely woman. She gave me her whole
but I would feel overwhelmed sometimes and
just shut down out of the blue.
He has made me do crazy stuff like sleeping
with older women for tenders all in the name of
the favour he did for me.

She wipes the tear falling on his face and kisses

him.

Zoleka: I am sorry that I got to be a part of his

projects, he is cruel to use something so
sensitive for his gain. It ends now, with us. We
need to put a stop to his and my dad’s schemes.
Come with me.

Themba: But we don’t have enough money to

elope.
Zoleka: Then we’ll steal it from them.
Themba: (smiling through his tears) I like that
idea.
Zoleka: Let us make arrangements and go.
Themba: I still wish you could do something for
your daughter, a closure or an explanation. She
will need it.
Zoleka: I will think of something in the
meantime let us start with the process.

*
*
*

Mthembu walks at Mziwoxolo's offices

unannounced and Mziwoxolo shifts
uncomfortably, looking at his diary.

Mziwoxo: Mthembu, what brings you here?

Mthembu: Can we talk?
Mziwoxolo: Sure, have a seat.
Mthembu: Thank you.
Mziwoxolo: You look stressed, what bothers
you?
Mthembu: Someone has images of me in
compromising situations.
Mziwoxolo: What kind of situations?

Mthembu: The usuals with the young boys. If

this gets out, we're done.

Mziwoxolo: We? How did this happen?

Mthembu: I don’t know but I suspect it's related

to Scelo, Iminathi's father. I had a heated
encounter with him the other day and the next
day I got threats to back off? It can’t be a
coincidence.
Mziwoxolo: Mthembu, I've worked hard for this
party. I won't let you jeopardise everything
because you want to play hero over a child you
don’t care about.

Mthembu: (sighs): I hear you, but my wife wants

to know her granddaughter. I can't just throw
this away.

Mziwoxolo: I get it, but whatever you do, don't

piss these people off. Don't give them a reason
to release those pictures.

Mthembu: (nodding) Don't worry, Mziwoxolo. I'll

handle it.
Mziwoxolo's eyes locks onto Mthembu's and
something pass between them.

Mthembu: Are you busy later?

Mziwoxolo: You can’t be serious, you have
someone blackmailing you and all you think
about…
Mthembu: Fine, calm down geez. I get it.
Mziwoxolo: Please go, I need to finish off here.
Mthembu smirks and gets up from his chair, he
walks out without saying a word and Mziwoxolo
exhales, wiping the form of sweat from his
forehead.

SCELO

It’s been a full day and a half since Iminathi

came back from the hospital. She looks fine
and her usual self but he can’t take away the
conversation he had with Zungu about taking
his children home.

He is trying so hard to ignore it but the fear of

his children falling sick again or dying makes
his stomach twist. This is why he invited Ndalo
over to his place so that they can talk and tell
her about taking her home.

As usual, he finds her home, already cooked

and helping the kids to bed. It’s only the two of
them in the lounge eating, today she waited for
him.

Scelo: How was your day?

Ndalo: It was okay, yours?
Scelo: Not so great, I kept on thinking about
Zoleka coming to the school and taking my
child.
Ndalo: I doubt she would do that and speaking
of which, I found a letter left for you. The initials
tell me it’s from her. It was left outside the door.

She picks it up and hands it to him. He wipes

his hands and opens it. It’s a 2 section letter,
one dedicated to him and the other part to Imi.

Scelo: (reading)

Dear Scelo,

I'm writing this letter with a mix of emotions -

gratitude, regret, and love.
Firstly, I want to thank you for being an amazing
father to our daughter, Iminathi. You've raised
her with love, care, and dedication, and for that,
I'll forever be grateful.

Secondly , let me say I'm glad you found

someone like Ndalo. She seems like the one,
after all. The way she cares for you and Iminathi
is beautiful to see.

I apologise for the mess my family has caused

recently. Our actions were unacceptable, and I
regret the pain we've brought upon you and our
daughter.

Scelo, I have one plea - no matter what happens,

please don't let Mthembu raise Iminathi. He's
not capable of providing the love and care she
deserves. You're her father, and she needs you.

To support you in raising Iminathi, I've

deposited a sum of R500, 000 into your account
(proof of payment is attached). It's the least I
can do. This will reflect in three days and will
help with her upbringing and education.

Please use this to give Iminathi the best life

possible and I know it’s not enough but it is
what I have at the moment.

Lastly, I want to apologise to our daughter.

Iminathi,
My dear, I had you when I wasn't ready nor
thinking to be a mother. Honestly, I don't want
children or have it in me to mother one. I was
selfish, and for that, I'm truly sorry.

Please forgive me, my child. Appreciate the

women in your life, especially your dad's partner,
Ndalo. She loves and cares for you deeply.

Don't make the mistakes I did, Iminathi. Learn

from them. Grow into a strong, independent
woman who loves herself.

With all my love and regret,

Zoleka Mthembu-Mdoda
P.S. I'll always be grateful for the sacrifice
you've made for our daughter, Scelo. Thank you.

To be continued…
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CHAPTER 29 (I posted the wrong unedited

version earlier. Apologies)

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SCELO

He finishes reading the letter with a lump on his

throat and his face feeling extremely hot. This
whole thing is making him all emotional and he
is tired of feeling this way.
He misses the old happy self he was before
Zoleka showed up and messed up with the
peace in his life. Ndalo walks closer to him and
wraps her arms around him, laying her head on
his arm.

Ndalo: That felt deep, what do you think of the

letter?
Scelo: I think it’s a sad and fair one because she
finally came to terms with the reality that she
can’t be a mother.

This is better than her giving my daughter false

hope and later changing on her. It sure is going
to be hard for my daughter because this will
sound like another rejection but I hope she
grows to understand and who knows, maybe
one day Zoleka will change her mind and reach
out.
Ndalo: Will you let her when she does?

Scelo: After what happened with my daughter

waking up in a hospital, I think I would. Only her
approach will decide.
Ndalo: I hear you. What’s going to happen to the
Mthembu’s?
Scelo: I don’t care, they can go to hell for all I
care. There is something I want to talk to you
about.

Ndalo: Okay, I am listening.

Scelo: I am going to go home this weekend,
take the kids to my mother and then dad’s
grave.
Ndalo: Oh, that’s nice. I am glad you are finally
doing it.
Scelo: I am nervous though, I don’t know how
everything is going to go but yeah I am doing it.

Ndalo: Would you like me to come with you?

Scelo: I would but not on this first trip. There is
a lot of confrontation my family and I have to do,
I would hate to do all of that in your presence. I
would like to bring you to a better place where
you would be welcomed better.

Ndalo: That’s fair and I understand. I am happy

that you are taking this step and I hope you and
your family heal from everything.
Scelo: I hope so too.
Ndalo: Let’s go take a shower.

She clears the table and he helps her with

washing the dishes. He stands so close behind
her and his hand brushes her bum. She shyly
giggles while looking around.

His head leans forward and he kisses her neck,

she tilts it back to give him more space while
his hand goes under her dress and shifts aside
her underwear.

He rubs her clit and she moans softly while his

other hand drops his pants, taking out his hard
manhood and positioning at her wet entrance.

Ndalo: Oh God.

She yelps at him sliding inside and his hand

goes over her neck all the way to her mouth and
covers it while he pumps in and out of her.
Scelo: (whispering) Shhhh, don’t make a noise.
Ndalo: How can I not when you are giving it to
me this good.
Scelo: Just try.

He bends her over, making her hold on to the

sink while both of his hands grab her bums. The
view of her ass pushing back at him and the
wetness of her pussy with each thrust drives
him crazy, making him lost in the moment.

Scelo: Oh baby, I love you so much.

Ndalo: I love you too babe.
Scelo: I am going to come.
Ndalo: Not yet.

She says and turns around to face him, his dick

covered with her juices. She drops on the floor
and takes him inside her mouth and sucks him.

Scelo: Oh no baby I am not going to last…..oh

shiiiiiiiiiiit!

He grabs her head, pinning it down to his dick

as he offloads inside her mouth. She swallows
and wipes her mouth getting up and pulls his
pants up.

Ndalo: I can’t believe we did that, what if the

kids walked on us?
Scelo: I trained them to sleep once until the next
morning. Let’s take this to my bedroom.

He carries her on his shoulder and walks to the

bedroom where he throws her on the bed and
pulls her legs to his shoulders.

Scelo: Where were we?

He asks, rubbing his manhood up and down

before sliding it all inside.

ZOLEKA

It’s a day before their departure, everything is

set and ready for the motion. By the time their
parents realise that there is money missing on
their accounts, they will be long gone. That’s the
perks of being an educated bitch, being able to
do a clean job without raising suspicions.

Before they go, they agreed to say goodbyes

and make sure their kids are taken care of for
the time being. She feels relieved that she wrote
that letter and once settled in, she will try to
send money to Scelo’s for her baby girl.

She might not want her but she wants her to

have the best life by assisting Scelo. With
Themba taking care of his baby mama and
unborn child, she decides to spend some time
with her mother at a spa, getting their facials
done and bodies massaged.

Babalwa: Thanks for this my baby, my body and

soul needed it.
Zoleka: Same here mama, especially with
everything that has been happening lately.

They converse on their way to having lunch

after the spa date.

Babalwa: Now that your father has agreed to

not push this matter further through lawyers,
what is going to happen?
Zoleka: I don’t know mama. I honestly think you
guys should let Scelo be. He doesn’t deserve to
be harassed by us. I saw her the other day. At
the hospital.

Babalwa: And? How did it go? Did you speak to

her?
Zoleka: I did and when she heard me and woke
up calling me mommy, I freaked out.

Babalwa: Zoleka, what is your issue of being a

mother to this child? What do you fear so much?
Zoleka: Motherhood is a full time commitment
and responsibility, I am not ready for that
mentally. You and dad made me never want to
have kids because of how you raised me up.
Babalwa: Zoleka….

Babalwa: Let me finish, please. I have so much

trauma and fear that I might unleash to my
daughter. I can get therapy but it is my soul that
is not ready, that doesn’t want this. Hence I
have taken a decision to have my tubes tied to
avoid any mistake.

Babalwa: (teary) So you mean we will never get

a chance to know our granddaughter because
you don’t want her?
Zoleka: I didn’t say that. Maybe if you guys
humble yourself enough to Scelo and talk to
him without threatening to take Imi from him,
he may reconsider.
As for me, I am ready to take the next big step
of my life. I am ready to do and pursue myself
and what I want.
Babalwa: What does that supposed to mean?

Zoleka: I am leaving Mama and I beg of you to

not breathe a word to dad or try to stop me
because you would never see or hear from me.

Babalwa: (crying) Uyahamba? Where are you

going Zoleka and how long are you going to be
gone for? What of your husband?

Zoleka: We are going together and as for how

long we are going to be gone for, I don’t know.
Maybe forever but I promise to keep in touch.
Babalwa: Yaze yabuhlungu inhliziyo yami Zoe.
Have we been that bad for you to want to leave?

Zoleka: Let us not get to that because this

outing might end badly. I want us to enjoy our
time before I leave because I don’t know when
I’m going to see you again.

Babalwa: (wiping her tears) Okay. I hope this

trip brings you healing and makes your bond to
your husband even tighter. I am sorry my Zoe.
Zoleka: (blinking her tears away) It’s okay
mother. Please promise me to do better with
Iminathi should Scelo give you a chance.
Babalwa: I promise.

They hold their hands for a moment and exhale.

She wipes her tears and puts back on her
sunglasses, picks up the menu and reads it.
Zoleka: Let us order, I am starving!
Babalwa: Yes please. I hope their food tastes as
good as it looks.
Zoleka: I am sure it does mama.

She lifts her hand and waves for the waiter to

attend them.

NARRATED

As Scelo drives through the familiar streets of

Daveyton, a mix of emotions swirls in his chest.
The once vibrant neighbourhood now wears a
worn, tired look, with crumbling pavements and
overgrown gardens. Yet, the warmth of
nostalgia still lingers, transporting Scelo back to
his childhood days. He chuckles and smiles at
himself when he remembers the old good days,
especially when he was still at school.

He turns onto his family's street, and the noise

level increases. Neighbours, who have known
him since he was a boy, emerge from their
homes, their faces breaking into wide smiles as
he parks outside the gate of his parents house.

"Scelo, it’s good to see you back after so many

years. We thought you would never come"
someone says, peeking up from her wall and
Scelo just smiles and waves at them silently.

The gate, once sturdy and secure, now hung

crookedly from its hinges. Scelo's mind flashes
back to memories of playing soccer in the
street, his friends laughing and shouting as they
chase after the ball.
As he steps out of the car, a tiny figure darts
out of the house, sprinting toward him with
open arms.

"Bhuti!" Bongiwe, his younger sister, squeals,

throwing herself into his embrace.

Scelo: Hey, little sis! It's so great to see you!

Bongiwe: I can’t believe this is you, oh my God,
it feels like I am dreaming! Welcome home, big
brother! We've missed you so much!

As Scelo hugs his sister, he takes in the

changes to the house. The once vibrant paint
has faded, and the windows are now dusty.
What happened? Bongiwe pulls back, her gaze
falling on the children.
Bongiwe: My little nunus, they are so grown!
Scelo: They are, come greet your aunt Kids.
Bongiwe: Let’s go to the house so that you can
meet your cousin, Bafana and your
grandmother.

She helps them with their bags into the house

where Scelo’s eyes land on her mother who is
seated at the couch in the corner. She looks old
and sick. He feels his heart break as his mother
attempts to get up. He rushes to her side and
kneels before her, burying his head on her lap.

Deliwe: My son…
Scelo: Mom, I'm home. I’m back with your
grandchildren.
He calls for them and they surround her while
she places her frail hand on top of each kid.

Deliwe: (crying) Oh Shenge,

Sokalisa
Mnyamana ka Ngqengelele
Sondiya

I've missed you so much, Scelo. I'm glad you're

back. I thought I was going to die without
meeting you. Welcome back son, thank you for
coming with my grandchildren, they look
beautiful and healthy.

Bongiwe: (smiling) I will make you guys

something to eat. Girls, come help me at the
kitchen.
To be continued

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CHAPTER 30

NARRATED

Scelo and Bongiwe are outside the house,

sitting around the fire they make inside an old
bucket and catching up about everything with
the kids and their mother sleeping.

Bongiwe: How do you feel being back here?

Scelo: I actually feel good and calm now. My
heart was beating very fast when I was driving
here, I was contemplating whether to continue
with the trip or go back.

Bongiwe: I am sorry to ask but what brings you

back?
Scelo: (sighs) Life my sister. Iminathi was sick
out of the blue and I was advised to bring my
kids home and visit our father’s grave.
Bongiwe: Aw, I’m sorry that happened. What
was wrong with Imi?
Scelo: The doctors couldn’t find out. She fell
sick after her maternal family started drama
around her existence.
Bongiwe: You lie!

Scelo: I am telling you. I am glad that you

advised me to serve Zoleka with papers
because they would have taken my daughter if
that was not the case. Her father came to my
work place and asked me how much I need for
raising Imi all these years.
Bongiwe: Yooh, imagine the audacity!

Scelo: I was so mad, I told him where to get off

and that’s when Imi got sick.
Bongiwe: Where is your baby mama in all of this?
Scelo: She was there, even had the nerve to go
see my daughter at the hospital. Imi started
asking about her and I had to do the most
painful thing and tell her the truth that her
mother is not ready to be her mother. Probably
will never be.
Bongiwe: That must have been hard.
Scelo: Very but my girlfriend was with me the
whole time so it made things easier because
the kids like her.
Bongiwe: (smiling) The girlfriend huh? Tell me
about her and I hope you marry this one.

Scelo: I am planning to do so, she is amazing

and comes from a lovely family. She took me
there and they welcomed me with warm hands.
Her father is the reason why I am actually here,
and I wanted to bring her with me but I am glad
I didn’t.

Bongiwe: What do you mean?

Scelo: The house and walls. What happened to
this house, Bongiwe? It used to be the envy of
our neighbours, always clean and well taken
care of. Now one would swear iyapoka.
Bongiwe: You left and eventually bhuti Musa
and sis Londeka saw mom for who she was
and left too. They took their kids and turned
their backs. I also came when I got a call from
neighbours saying she was sick.
Scelo: Why didn’t you tell me?

Bongiwe: I didn’t want to stress you and I know

you and mom didn’t see eye to eye.
Scelo: Yes but she is still my mother and I don’t
hate her. I could have tried to assist. What is
wrong with her?

Bongiwe: I suspect her evil heart evoked all the

sicknesses she is enduring now. She has
diabetes, BP, guat and sometimes experiences
dementia.
Scelo: This is bad, I will take her to a doctor and
see if she can be assisted.

Bongiwe: Alright. Where are your other baby

mamas, I hope they are not bothering your
girlfriend.

Scelo: Palesa is married and the only sensible

and peaceful baby mama. Anelisa showed up
and disappeared again. As for Zoleka. I don’t
know.

She left me a letter so I don’t know if she is still

around South Africa. I just hope she is going to
stay away for good and keep her family from
me. I am not in the mood to pay lawyers and go
to court.
Bongiwe: I hear you shame brother and let’s
really hope they stay away. I saw mom crying
when you guys were talking, what was she
saying?

Scelo: She was saying she is sorry and happy

that I am back.
Bongiwe: That’s all?
Scelo: Yep and as much as I want to remind her
one by one of those words and actions she
did/said in the past but I am here wondering
what’s the point? I don’t want her to suffer a
heart attack and leave me with guilt.

They continue to chat with Bongiwe with her

telling him about her life as well and everything
that is happening until they feel cold from being
outside.
Scelo walks back to the house to his old room
that he had to clean up and move a few things
out of the way in order for his kids to have
space to sleep on the floor. There are other
rooms available but he doesn’t want drama.

He takes out his phone and sends Ndalo a

message, promising to call her the next day.

NDALOENHLE

She walks into her bedroom, fresh from the

shower, the warm water still dripping from her
skin. Her phone rings loudly on the bedside
table, breaking the silence. She smiles as she
sees Scelo's name flashing on the screen.
Ndalo: Hey baby.

She answers, wrapping a towel around her body.

Scelo: Hey love. How did you sleep?

He replies from the other side of the call, his

deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

Ndalo: I didn't sleep so well.

Scelo: Why? What happened?
Ndalo: (sulking) I missed sleeping next to you.
Sleeping alone feels weird now.

Scelo: (chuckling) I miss you too, babe. I will be

back to you soon.
Ndalo: (smiling) How's home after such a long
time?
Scelo: It's...different but surprisingly I slept well.

I'm going to visit my dad's grave shortly, and

then take my mom to the doctor. She doesn't
look good.

Ndalo: Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. What's wrong?

Scelo: Old age I think is also contributing to her
chronic pain.
Ndalo: Oh man, that's sad.
Scelo: Are you working from home or the office
today?
Ndalo: I'll be at the office and before I forget,
Thato asked me to tell you she's not happy
about the Mthembus dropping the case.

Scelo: (laughing) What? Why?

Ndalo: (smiling) She wanted to mop the floor
with them. She loves drama.

Scelo's laughter grows and that warms her

heart.

Scelo: I'm sad for her but as for me, I'm happy
the case won't be happening because I will be
saving money.
Ndalo: That's true. How are the kids adjusting?

Scelo: They're okay. Bonding with my sister's

son, Bafana.
Ndalo: That's great love. Babe, I need to finish
with my bath and get ready. Let me call you
when I get to the office.
Scelo: Okay baby. I love you.
Ndalo: I love you too.

SCELO

He walks through the community graveyard, his

eyes scanning the familiar yet forgotten
landscape. He remembers visiting his father's
grave often as a child, but now, as an adult, he's
unsure where to find it.

After asking for directions, Scelo finally locates

the grave, and his heart sinks. Weeds have
overgrown the plot, and the tombstone is
covered in dust and debris.
Scelo takes a deep breath, preparing himself for
the task ahead. He removes his backpack,
containing gloves, pruning shears, and a cloth.

He puts on the gloves, protecting his hands

from the thorns and dirt.

With the pruning shears, Scelo begins cutting

the overgrown grass, clearing the area around
the grave.

Next, he gently wipes the dust from the

tombstone, revealing his father's name and
dates.

Scelo squats at the head of the grave, his eyes

welling up with tears.
"Dad," he whispers, his voice cracking.

Scelo pauses, collecting his thoughts.

"Life has been hard since you left, Dad. I know

you're with me everywhere, but I wish you were
here to see your grandchildren. They're amazing,
and I think you would have been proud of the
man I've become."

Tears stream down Scelo's face.

"Please watch over me and my children, Dad.

Unlock my blessings and closed doors. I need
your guidance."

Scelo takes a deep breath.

"And, Dad, I've met someone. Her name is
Ndalo. She's an amazing woman, and I think
she'd make a perfect Buthelezi wife. She's kind,
intelligent, and beautiful."

Scelo smiles.

"I want to provide for her and our family. I want

to renovate our house and give her the life she
deserves. I want to find a decent job, one that
pays well and allows me to take care of my
loved ones."

Scelo's voice breaks.

"Help me, Dad. Help me become the man you

knew I could be."
As Scelo finishes speaking, a sense of peace
washes over him. He feels his father's presence,
guiding and supporting him.

Scelo wipes away his tears, feeling a renewed

sense of purpose.

"I'll make you proud, Dad. I promise.”

*
*
*

Scelo sits in the doctor's room, holding his

mother's hand as they wait for the doctor's
verdict.
Dr. Mabuza enters, scanning his mother's file.

Dr. Mabuza: Mrs. Buthelezi, how are you feeling

today?

She asks sitting down and his mother smiles

weakly.

Deliwe: I'm feeling tired all the time, Doctor.

Dr. Mabuza nods sympathetically.

Scelo: What’s wrong with her doctor?

Dr. Mabuza: Your mother has hypertension,

diabetes, and chronic heart failure. We need to
adjust her medication and monitor her closely.

His head spins as he processes the information.

Scelo: Doctor, what can we do to help her?

Dr. Mabuza: We'll work together to manage her

conditions. I'll prescribe new medication and
schedule regular check-ups.

Just then, Scelo's phone buzzes with an email

notification.

He apologises to the doctor and checks his

phone.
Subject: Job Offer: Cyber Security Trainee
Position

Scelo's eyes widen as he reads the email.

Dear Mr Buthelezi, We trust you well.

After careful consideration, we're pleased to

offer you the Cyber Security Trainee position at
CyberGuard Services.

Please find attached details of your

employment package.

Congratulations!

Best regards,
HR Department

His mood lifts instantly.

Scelo: Excuse me doctor, I need to call my

girlfriend.

Dr. Mabuza: Good news?

She asks and Scelo nods exiting the room.

NARRATED

Mthembu walks into the house, his brow

furrowed with concern as he asks his wife,
Babalwa, who is busy packing and getting ready
to return to the Eastern Cape, "Where's Zoleka?"
Babalwa looks up from her suitcase, shrugs,
and replies, "I don't know, I haven't seen or
heard from her since yesterday."

Mthembu's expression darkens as he pulls out

his phone to call Zoleka, but before he can dial
her number, his screen explodes with a flurry of
notifications, each one sending his anxiety level
skyrocketing.

"What's going on?" Babalwa asks, noticing the

look of alarm on her husband's face.

Mthembu's voice trembles as he answers,

"Someone's cleaning out our accounts, I need to
call Johnson and find out what's happening."
He quickly dials his accountant's number, and
as he waits for Johnson to answer, his mind
races with worst-case scenarios.

Johnson's panicked voice greets him on the

other end of the line, "Sir, we just noticed now, it
looks like the money's already gone."

Mthembu's anger boils over as he demands,

"What do you mean? How is that possible? We
had safeguards in place to prevent this exact
thing from happening."

Johnson hesitates before explaining, "The

money was transferred to an offshore account
three days ago, sir. We're trying to track it down
now."
Mthembu's face turns red with rage as he
shouts, "You're telling me someone stole my
money and you didn't see? What am I paying
you for? Get my money back, now or there will
be hell to pay!"

He slams his fist on the table, making Babalwa

jump.

"Mthembu, calm down," she urges, rushing to

his side.

But Mthembu's anguish consumes him, his

body shaking with sobs as he cries out,
dropping to the floor. "My heart...it's killing me.
My money...my life's work."

To be continued
[06/11, 08:46] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 31

NARRATED

Mthembu's heart is racing, and his face is pale

as he clutches his chest, struggling to breathe.
Babalwa's eyes widen in alarm as she rushes to
his side,

Babalwa: Mthembu, what's wrong?

Mthembu: My heart...can't breathe...

Babalwa quickly calls for an ambulance, and

within minutes, Mthembu is rushed to Fourways
Life Hospital.
At the hospital, Babalwa paces back and forth
in the visitors' waiting area, her mind racing with
thoughts of who could have stolen their money
and why. Her phone rings nonstop, with
incoming calls from business associates.

Babalwa answers, trying to reassure them that

Mthembu is receiving the best care. Her mind
keeps drifting back to the last conversation she
had with Zoleka. Could she be involved?

No, it can't be, Zoleka wouldn’t do such a thing.

She says, pushing the thought away. She
quickly stands up and calls Johnson, their
accountant.

Babalwa: Johnson, did you find anything?

Johnson: We found something, Mrs Mthembu.
The money was first transferred to a new
cleaning company before it was moved to an
offshore account.
Babalwa: How much exactly did they take?
Johnson: ( sighs) Over 2 million.

Babalwa: ( yelling) How could so much money

be stolen without raising an alarm from the
banks?

Johnson: It wasn't taken as a chunk all at once.

Each day, a sum of 100k-500k was moved
around as payments to this new company.
Babalwa: Whoever did this is smart and we
need to find out who owns that company and
fast.
Johnson: I'm on it, Mrs Mthembu. I'll get to the
bottom of this.

Babalwa hangs up, her mind racing with

questions. Who is behind this? And why? She
can't shake off the feeling that Zoleka might be
involved. But why would Zoleka do this?
Babalwa's thoughts swirl as she waits for news
about Mthembu's condition.

At least they got to know about this fraud

before their whole money was taken. This still
doesn’t make it better because 2 million is a lot
of money and with the costs they will have to
cover, they are going to be broke! Oh Lord.

She breathes out, trying to calm herself down.

She can’t be admitted alongside her husband
due to stress now.

Babalwa: (Fanning herself) It's okay, everything

is going to be alright.

SCELO

After the doctor’s appointment and talking to

Ndalo about his new upcoming job, he drives
back home. His car pulls up to the house, his
mother Deliwe sitting beside him, exhausted
from the doctor's visit.

There isn’t much conversation that is

happening between them and he is happy with
how things are. The less said the better.
As they enter the house, Scelo is greeted by the
warm smile of his sister, Bongiwe, who is busy
cleaning with the help of his children.

Bongiwe: You guys are back, how did you go?

Scelo: Everything went well. The house looks
great.

Bongiwe: I'm just trying to get everything in

order.

His children and nephew run to hug him.

Scelo: Guess who got a new job! Our lives are

going to be so much better and you will go to
better schools.
He says with a wide smile and his kids cheers
at him while his sister walks up to him and
gives him a tight hug.

Bongiwe: Congratulations, I am so happy for

you bhuti.
Scelo: (smiling) Thanks, sis. Coming home is
already yielding good results. Now with the new
job I can save up some money to fix this place.
Bongiwe: Uh.aa bhuti, don’t do that.

Scelo: What?
Bongiwe: This is a chance for you to do you and
succeed after working hard for so long. You
have a woman that you need to spoil and take
her on vacations. Focus on that.

Scelo: I hear you but I can still do that even after

taking care of this place. Imagine living large
while where I come from doesn’t look good? I
can’t do that.

Their mother calls out from her bedroom.

Deliwe: Scelo, come here for a minute please.

He looks at Bongiwe before getting up from his
chair and walks into Deliwe's room. He sits on
the chair beside her bed.

Deliwe: Scelo, thank you for taking me to the

doctor today.
Scelo: It's okay, Mom.
Deliwe: I know you seek answers to…
Scelo: Mom, please let us not go there…
Deliwe: I have to Scelo. I owe you this.
He looks down and brushes his face as it starts
to feel hot and rubs his eyes. His mother’s voice
cracks as she begins to talk.

Deliwe: I didn't hate you, Scelo. I regret

everything I put you through.
Scelo: Why did you treat me differently from my
siblings, Mom? Was it because of my
unemployment status?

Deliwe: ( bursting into tears) I don't know, Scelo!

I have no excuse other than the fact that I was
wrong!
Scelo: You made me feel like an outcast,
nothing I did was ever good enough. You called
me useless and compared me to my siblings
and neighbours kids. You shut me out as if I
didn’t exist.

Deliwe: I'm sorry, Scelo.

His own tears fall and he lets them.

Scelo: You hurt me, Mom. Your rejection made

me vow to be a better parent and be my kid’s
safe space. I never want them to experience
what you did to me.

I need them to know it’s okay to not achieve

certain things at a certain time because our
journey is different and God’s time is the best.
He is never late nor early but always on time.

And one thing about God, he flips the script and

turntables. Look at you now, your favourite
children has turned their backs on you, they call
you toxic and me, your useless son is here.

Deliwe: (crying) Oh Scelo, please forgive me my

son.

Scelo: I do forgive you, Mom and I love you but

I wanted you to know this.

Deliwe: I am so sorry.
Scelo: It’s okay.

He gets up from his chair, walks to her bed and

hugs her mother tightly.

NARRATED
Zoleka and Themba step out of the yellow taxi
at the entrance of the luxurious Baccarat Hotel
& Residences in Midtown Manhattan.

The doorman greets them with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Baccarat Hotel, Mr. and Mrs.

Mdoda."

Themba hands him a generous tip.

"Thank you," Themba says.

Inside, they're escorted to their lavish room on

the 40th floor.
Their eyes widen as they take in the stunning
view of the Manhattan skyline.

"Wow," Zoleka breathes.

Themba smiles.

"Told you, this hotel has the best views in New

York."

After scanning the place, they decide to take a

shower. As they stand under the warm water,
Zoleka can't help but feel grateful for this new
chapter in their lives. She is away from her
demanding and inconsiderate parents and
doing her.
They come out of the shower, wrap themselves
in plush towels, and stand by the window. The
breathtaking view takes their breath away.

"New York is beautiful," Zoleka says.

Themba nods.

"And our hotel is one of the best."

Zoleka smiles.

"We deserve this honeymoon."

Themba agrees.
"Before we start looking for a new place, let's
enjoy this."

Zoleka's eyes sparkle.

"What's the plan for your father's finances?"

Themba's smile grows.

"Just wait until your father finds out who owns

the company whose funds were transferred."

Zoleka frowns, confused.

"Mziwoxolo Mdoda," Themba reveals.

Zoleka's eyes light up.

"You're wicked!"

Themba chuckles.

"But you love it."

Zoleka grins. Themba pulls her closer.

"I do. Let them fight and kill each other if they
have to, they are wicked."

Their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Themba

lifts Zoleka onto the bed.
"Let the honeymoon celebration begin."

As they lose themselves in each other's arms,

their new phones and bank accounts lie
forgotten on the nightstand.Their old lives are
behind them. This is their fresh start. In this
luxurious hotel room, surrounded by the bright
lights of New York, Zoleka and Themba are free
to love and live without limits.

*
*
*

Johnson rushes into the hospital room, his face

pale. He finds Babalwa wiping her husband’s
forehead with a cold towel.
"Sir, I have news," Johnson says, out of breath.

Mthembu, still recovering from his heart

episode, looks up.

"Did you find out who took my money?"

Mthembu asks.

Johnson hesitates.

"The company that received the transferred

funds...it's owned by Mziwoxolo Mdoda."

Babalwa's eyes widen.

"Mziwoxolo Mdoda?" Babalwa repeats.

Mthembu's face contorts.

"That's impossible," Mthembu says.

Johnson nods.

"I've verified it, Sir. Mdoda's company received

the funds."

Mthembu's monitors start beeping erratically.

"Nurse!" Babalwa calls out.

The nurse rushes in.

"Mthembu's condition is deteriorating!" the
nurse exclaims.

Babalwa's voice shakes.

"Johnson, what have you done?"

Johnson's face falls.

"I-I didn't mean to..."

Mthembu's voice rises.

"Get out! Get out of my sight!"

Johnson quickly exits the room. Babalwa tries

to calm Mthembu.

"My husband, please, mind your health..."

Mthembu's anger boils.

"Mdoda! That traitor! He'll pay for this!”

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CHAPTER 32
NARRATED

Babalwa leaves the hospital ward and heads

straight to Mziwoxolo’s offices. She needs
answers and to talk to him before her husband
does because she suspects that war is coming.

The door to his office :flies open as she enters

without knocking and throws her handbag at
the table. Mziwoxolo ends the call and looks at
her with a frown.

Mziwoxolo: What’s wrong?

Babalwa: You are what is wrong Mziwoxolo!
How dare you?
Mziwoxolo: Babalwa, this is not a good time,
please can we reschedule for another time?
Babalwa: No, the next time I will probably see
you will be at your funeral.
Mziwoxolo: What are you talking about?
Babalwa: You stole money from us. Why?
Mziwoxolo: I don’t know what you are talking
about and I am busy…

She grabs her bag, fumbles inside it and her

hand comes back with papers that Johnson
gave them. She throws them at him and folds
her hands, watching him read the information in
horror.

Mziwoxolo: What is the meaning of this?

Babalwa: You tell me, I would really love to
know!
Mziwoxolo: This must be a mistake!
Babalwa: Oh really? Your names and signatures
are there. Explain that.

He puts the papers and looks at her straight.

Mziwoxolo: Please use your brain. Even if I

owned this company of which I know nothing
about, how could I have accessed your
accounts and money?
Babalwa: How am I supposed to know? You and
my husband work together.

Mziwoxolo: Exactly, we work together and that

doesn’t mean we have a joint account.
Babalwa: According to these papers, our money
was stolen and paid to your company.
Mziwoxolo: I am sorry to disappoint you but I
don’t own this company nor did I steal your
money.
Babalwa: Then who did?
Mziwoxolo: Our children did.
Babalwa: What?

Mziwoxolo: As you walked in here, I was also

putting fires out because Themba took the
campaign and road project money.
Babalwa: Oh no. This means Zoleka is the one
who did this.

She says feeling her heart beats so fast, this is

the truth she didn’t want to admit. She sits on
the chair and fans herself.
Babalwa: This is our fault, we forced these kids
to marry now look at what they are doing to us.
Mziwoxolo: We might have forced them to be
together but what they are doing is too much
and doesn’t amount to what…

Babalwa: Mziwoxolo, for once please be a

parent and not a politician. We ruined these
kids' lives, more than any money could fix. Right
now we need to find a way to make amends
with them.
Mziwoxolo: I don’t think your husband will want
to hear a thing about making amends with
people that stole from him.

Babalwa: That’s where you and I come in, work

together to restore peace and unity in our
families. The best thing out of this is that our
children are still together and your collision still
benefits from that. It’s a lot of money but it can
still be made.
Mziwoxolo: (sighs) I guess you are right but
your husband…
Babalwa: Leave him to me. Can I count on you
for support?

Mziwoxolo: (nodding) Do what you have to do.

Babalwa: Thank you and I am sorry for all of
this, accusing you and all.

Mziwoxolo: It’s okay, I understand. I would have

probably reacted the same way if not worse.
Babalwa: (forcing a smile) Let me leave you to
continue putting out the fires and go see my
husband.
Mziwoxolo: I’ll come see him once the dust has
settled.

NDALOENHLE

She is running around preparing dinner and

ensuring that everything is set and ready. Her
little family is coming back today and she
cannot wait, the 3 days they have been gone
feels like 3 years.

She misses them so much and cannot wait to

hear all about what they've been through. The
most exciting part about their return is sleeping
in her man’s chest and of course, sexing each
other.

The doorbell rings, indicating their arrival, she

takes off her apron and walks to the door
opening it.

The kids run up to her for a group hug, she

kisses each on the forehead, with Nathi being
shy a bit and tells them to go check their
bedroom.

While they run away, she turns her focus and

attention to the main man, her bae. He looks at
her with a wide grin.

Ndalo: Hey baby.

Scelo: Hey love, I missed you.
Ndalo: I missed you too.

He evolves her into a tight butt squeezing hug

with kisses in between.

Scelo: How have you been?

Ndalo: I have been okay but now that you are
back, I am great. How do you feel now that you
have been home, seen your mother and talked
to her?

She asks as they settle into the couch, with her

legs on top of his thighs.

Scelo: I feel okay and happy that I went, it was

good for my soul but I am not happy about how
my father’s house looks now. At least I have a
new job so I will fix it.
Ndalo: Speaking of which, when do you start?
Scelo: In two weeks time, I have signed my
contract.
Ndalo: Will you serve the notice to your old jobs?
Scelo: Absolutely. Those people were like a
family to me, especially my boss in Brio. I will
never forget them.
Ndalo: (smiling) I am happy for us babe, the
future and life looks so great.

Scelo: Definitely and I will forever treasure the

day I met you and for being in my life. You came
into my life and lifted it up by just your presence.
I can’t wait to spoil you but more than anything,
I can’t wait to make you my wife.
Ndalo: (smiling) I can’t wait to be your wife too.
We need to toast to this.
Scelo: I agree.
They get up from the couch and walk back to
the kitchen where she pours both of them
champagne and raises their glasses for a toast.

Ndalo: To loving each other without limits and

to a great future.
Scelo: I will toast to that.
Ndalo: Cheers.

Their glasses click and they take the first sip.

She takes out the dishes and lines them up on
the table while engaging over light conversation.
Scelo tells her that his sister would like to meet
with her.

Ndalo: When? I would love to meet her.

Scelo: I will give you her number and you ladies
can arrange it or do you want me to handle it?
Ndalo: No baby, the number will do. From what
you told me about your sister, I am sure we will
be fine.
Scelo: Okay then.
Ndalo: Babe….

Scelo: Yes love.

Ndalo: When am I meeting the mother of these
kids? The ones that are present I mean.
Scelo: I don’t know, whenever you are ready I
guess. Palesa has been dying to meet you so

I know that will go well. As for Anelisa, I don’t

know. We haven’t spoken ever since I kicked
her out of this house.

Ndalo: Okay then babe, I’m not in a hurry.

She kisses him and walks to the room to call
the kids to join them at the table. They follow
her and she helps them wash their hands, sits
on the chairs and says a prayer before eating.

The conversations go well with laughter and

peace until her phone rings from the charger.

Scelo: Babe, your phone is ringing, won’t you

answer it?
Ndalo: I was hoping whoever is calling can give
up and drop. Who calls me when I am having
the best time with my family?
Scelo: It could be important.

She nods, grabs the wet cloth and wipes her

hands while walking to where her phone is
plugged. She disconnects it from the charging
cable and answers the unknown number with a
frown.

Ndalo: Hello?
Voice: MaZungu, I am glad you have finally
answered.
Ndalo: Who is this?
Voice: (chuckling) Come on, don’t tell me you
have forgotten how my voice sounds.
Ndalo: I am serious and if you don’t answer me,
I will hang up.
Voice: Still feisty I see. Okay, before you get
angry, it’s Kayise.

She frowns, it’s who? It can’t be, this person has

been gone for almost 3 years, why is he calling
her?
She looks back at the table and sees that they
are minding their own business and not paying
attention to her.

Ndalo: It’s who?

Kayise: It’s Mandlakayise, I am back in the
country for good this time. I was hoping we
could meet and talk on one of these days?
Please say yes…

She drops the call quickly and blocks the

number with her hands a bit shaking and
sweaty. She takes a deep breath and walks
back to the table.

Scelo: Are you okay?

Ndalo: I am fine, it was a wrong number. Juice
anyone?

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CHAPTER 33

SCELO

It’s a Monday and he is back at the gym after a

school drop-off. Later he has a bouncing gig at
the club and he can’t believe that it’s his last
days working there.
He will now be a corporate guy who works a 9-5,
Monday to Friday job. Besides the benefits, he
is happy that this job will give him an
opportunity to spend more time with his
children and woman.

Spha arrives shortly and they exchange

greetings before training. He hasn’t seen his
friend in a while and they have a lot to catch up
about.

Spha: I am happy that the old man managed to

convince you to go home after us as friends
failed to do so. And I am glad that you and your
mom fixed things.

At least if God decides to call her anytime from

now, she will rest peacefully, knowing that she
has no debt left for her behind.
Scelo: I hope she lives longer and is stronger
until she meets her daughter in law at least.

Spha: Yeah no we can all pray and hope. How is

our sister doing? I am sure she is happy about
your new job.
Scelo: She is okay and very excited for mee.
Spha: Aw mfana, what’s going on? Don’t tell me
you guys are fighting.
Scelo: We are not, it’s just that yesterday she
received a call that disturbed her mood.
Spha: A call from who?

Scelo: She said it was a wrong number but I

doubt it because even during sex she was
absent minded. I don’t want to overthink but it
doesn’t sit well with me. I feel like she is hiding
something.

Spha: Something like what? I hope you are not

thinking she is cheating on you. That lady loves
you, it’s probably nothing deep.
Scelo: I hope not because I love her and don’t
see myself with another woman except her. I
am ready to ask her to marry me.
Spha: (smiling) Erh, for real? That means I must
be consistent with the gym moes? I don’t want
Scelo: (laughing) You better.

Spha: Don’t stress about the call and if it

bothers you so much, talk to her before it
creates an unhealthy insecurity.
Scelo: I hear you my brother and thanks for the
advice. Otherwise, how are things on your side?
Spha: Not so great, my woman and I
experienced a miscarriage and worse we didn’t
even know she was pregnant.
Scelo: Eisan’ sorry my brother, that can’t be
easy. How is she taking the news?

Spha: Not as bad as I am, she is ready to try

again and I’m scared on her behalf. I feel like
she hasn’t processed nor mourned the situation
properly.
Scelo: Eix, suggest therapy and in the meantime
be there for her.
Spha: I am trying my best. Ready to train?
Scelo: (smiling) I was born ready…

NARRATED
Babalwa walks to her husband’s bed and is
happy to see him awake and eating. She plants
a soft kiss on his cheek and takes a seat next to
him, holding his hand.

Babalwa: My husband, how are you feeling?

Mthembu: I am still amazed that I am alive, I
thought I was going to die.
Babalwa: You scared me Baba Zoleka, this is
not the reaction or anger you should have over
money.

Mthembu: You don’t understand, I worked so

hard for people to come and steal from me.
Worse someone I consider a friend.
Babalwa: Mziwoxolo didn’t take the money.
Mthembu: What do you mean? We both saw the
papers Johnson brought.
Babalwa: I know but think about it, how can he
access your accounts?

Mthembu: I don’t understand what you are

saying. Are you trying to tell me he didn’t do it?
If he didn’t then who did?
Babalwa: Zoleka did.
Mthembu: Huh?
Babalwa: (sighs) Her and Themba did and fled
the country.
Mthembu: Why would they do that?

Babalwa: Because we have been suffocating

these kids, Mthembu. They are tired of us and
this was revenge for them.
Mthembu: With my money? My hard earned
money? Bayanya! I want my money.

Babalwa: You are going to have a heart attack if

you continue like this. It’s a lot of money, yes
but you can still make it within a month.

We need to focus on making amends with that

Buthelezi boy so that we can have access to
our granddaughter.
Mthembu: Please leave.
Babalwa: But we are still…
Mthembu: Get out, leave!

He yells, trembling and holding a fist and she

jumps off the bed.

Babalwa: Okay, calm down, I will leave. Please

think about it. Zoleka is my daughter more than
she is yours, wavundla kweswami isisu and I
experienced 20 hours of labour pains.

Think again if you want to hurt her because you

touch her you touch me.
Mthembu: Are you threatening me?
Babalwa: I would never threaten you my
husband but I won’t sit and watch you destroy
our daughter, again. Get well.

NDALOENHLE

She has her legs against the wall with her body
leaning on the chair and facing the door while
speaking on the phone with her friend.
Thato: Ai bo oe, who called you?
Ndalo: Friend, I was so shocked. I blocked him
there and there.
Thato: Wonders shall never end, what does he
want after so many years?
Ndalo: You know Mandla oe, he thinks things
are still the same as before. You know our on
and off thing so maybe he thought he still stood
a chance.

Thato: I hope the next time he calls or text you

will tell him things have changed and you have
grown. You are no longer that person.
Ndalo: Definitely, that era is closed. I am now
with Scelo and I love him. But the things that
man used to do to me? No one has ever did
them so God forbid. Knowing him, he won’t stop
until I see him. Maybe I should tell Scelo the
truth.
Thato: No matter how transparent you and
Scelo are, don’t you dare tell him you had Kayise
and another guy bang you on a 3sum.

He will never look at you the same because no

man wants to know such details or imagine his
woman getting banged by 2 men. This you take
it to your grave, if the matter presses, tell him
he is your ex and ends it there.

Before she can answer, she hears someone

clearing their voice behind her. She quickly
turns her chair and finds the devil standing by
the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Damn, he looks good, like those black

Americans who are light skinned in Tyler Perry
movies.

Ndalo: Friend, I will call you back.

She drops the call and gets up from her chair

with her hands folded, watches as Mandla lets
himself in.

Mandla: Wow, you haven’t changed a bit. Hey

baby.
Ndalo: What are you doing here?
Mandla: I thought since we couldn’t talk
yesterday I should come and see you.
Ndalo: Come and see me, you should have
taken that as a sign that I don’t want to talk to
you.
Mandla: Kahle MaZungu ngolaka. I missed you.
Don’t tell me you haven’t, huh? You know there
is no guy with a dick and game like mine. You
know it.
Ndalo: Actually, there is and it is even much
better because it’s not the only thing he offers
at the table so no Mandla, I don’t miss you.

His smile falters and she high fives herself for

wiping that arrogance in his face. She is a
grown woman now who is not impressed by
freaky sex anymore.

Mandla: Oh really? So you think he is the one?

Ndalo: Absolutely, that’s my man.
Mandla: I don’t see the ring in your finger so
that means I still stand a chance.
Ndalo: No you don’t. Now that you have seen
me, please turn around and leave. Don’t ever
call me again.
Mandla: Really?

He says taking a step towards Ndalo but stops

midway when he sees her eyes move to the
door where she sees Scelo walking in.

The difference between them is too loud, as

handsome Mandla is, he doesn’t stand a
chance against Scelo who is tall, dark with a
body that shows he works out and is a bouncer.

His look alone to Mandla makes him retract his

steps while he approaches Ndalo and kisses
her.

Scelo: Is everything okay baby?

Ndalo: (smiling) I am fine. This is Mandla, my ex.
He is the one that called yesterday and since I
didn’t return nor entertained his calls, he
decided to come here.
Scelo: Oh. What does he want?
Ndalo: I don’t know. Mandla, what do you want?

Mandla swallows, and she laughs internally at

how his confidence and arrogance has
disappeared just by Scelo being in the room. He
clears his throat and looks at her.

Mandla: (smiling) It was lovely meeting you

MaZungu.

He walks towards the door but Scelo calls for

his name, he stops, turns and sees the flowers
he came with at his face as Scelo throws them
at him.

Scelo: Take those things and get out. And

Mandla, next time the flowers won’t be the only
thing I throw around if I find you here.
Siyezwana?

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CHAPTER 34

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NDALOENHLE
What just transpired was too tense, a moment
of silence passes by between them after
Mandla walks away with a tail between his legs.
She takes a deep breath and turns to look at
Scelo who looks plainly with no sign of
emotions.

Ndalo: Babe, can we sit down and talk?

Scelo: I think I am better off standing. You now
have exes that bring you flowers at your
workplace?
Ndalo: What? Babe, no. Like I said, he called
yesterday and when I ignored his number he
decided to show up here. I didn’t plan nor invite
him here.

Scelo: That call, you said it was the wrong

number. Why is that?
Ndalo: Because there were kids at the table and
I didn’t want the whole situation to ruin our
moment.
Scelo: You could have told me when it was the
two of us but instead, you chose to be tense
and weird about it. Is there something that is
going on that I need to know about this guy?
Ndalo: Like what?

Scelo: You tell me. Your mood completely

changed when he called and now he is in your
office and walking towards you. What was
going to happen if I didn’t walk in here?
Ndalo: Nothing. Babe, I told him there is nothing
for him in my life because I have you.

She says and takes a deep breath, placing her

hands on his chest.
Ndalo: Babe, I am yours, fully so. Mandla and I
have history, deep, dirty history. Him and I used
to…
Scelo: It’s fine, I don’t want to know the details.
All I need is you promising me that a situation
like this won’t happen again and if I need to
worry about him.
Ndalo: It won’t happen again and you have
nothing to worry about, It’s over and I am here.

He looks at her and she feels her heart break

for a moment. His look shows that he is scared
or more like he doesn’t trust her.

Scelo: Okay then, I believe you.

Ndalo: Thank you. Now back to what brought
you here, you didn’t tell me you were coming.
Scelo: I thought we could grab some lunch…
Ndalo: (smiling) Oh really? Let me grab my bag
and we can…
Scelo: I have already lost my appetite. I will see
you later. I love you.

He plants a kiss on her forehead and she holds

him by his shirt and stares at his eyes.

Ndalo: I love you too.

She watches him walk out of her office and

walks slowly to her chair and sits down. Damn
you Mandla! Did he really have to show up here?

Now Scelo is not happy and she understands

but he really has nothing to worry about, it’s all
in the past.

It was a hoe phase that she is glad that she

experienced because she did it all and there is
nothing that she can say she wishes to
experience or try it out.

Hopefully Mandla stays away because she

doesn’t want drama, especially after her
relationship with Themba. Scelo is the all that
and more she has been looking for and self
sabotaging herself is something she won’t do.

*
*
*
Mandla leaves Ndalo’s office with his face on
the floor, he feels like everyone saw or heard
what happened back there.

How dare that guy disrespect him like that? He

is one person who doesn’t handle rejection well
nor like physical drama. Imagine his handsome
face getting messed up by punches from that
man?

When he said he will be throwing him around

the next time, he imagined it happening for real
and cringed at that thought. That man looks
very much capable of delivering those threats.

As much as he is humbled and a little terrified,

he lives for the adrenaline rush and lives
forbidden fruits. Where there is a sign that says
don’t enter or go, he does the opposite.
He knows Ndalo and she is lying to herself
when she says she is over with that life. Not a
baddie like her. His dick twitches at the
thoughts of the freaky things they used to do
together, the strip parties, the swinging and all
that. It was a vibe. He is done studying and has
all the money to be the one hosting those
parties now.

Soon, he will be eating sushi on Ndalo’s naked

body and reminding her of what she has been
missing out on. For now, he is going to step
away and continue with his plans of opening a
sex club and throw the mother of sex parties to
ever happen in Joburg.

Ndalo won’t walk but he will run and he will be

ready to receive her. Together, they will run the
streets of Jozi.
He smiles at that thought and puts on his
sunglasses, starts the car and drives away
whistling.

SCELO

After leaving Ndalo’s workplace, he decided to

pass time by doing some trading while waiting
for the school pick up time to come. He didn’t
leave because he didn’t trust what she was
saying but the whole thing was upsetting him
and he doesn’t like that side of him. Leaving
was the better option so that he can be able to
calm down and think clearly.

What upsets him is that Ndalo didn’t mention

this guy calling and the next thing he is in her
office. He is wondering if she was going to tell
him about his visit if he didn’t come since she
failed to tell him about a mere phone call that
came in his presence.

He shakes his head, discarding the thoughts

out of his mind. Ndalo loves him and that’s
enough. Mr Yellowbone doesn’t intimidate him
at all, and as a guy, he knows that Mandla was
trying his luck.

He just hopes that Mandla will respect that

Ndalo is with someone else and stop pushing
because that will annoy him for real. He has
never been one to fight for women but he would
kill for Ndalo.

That’s his wife there, no doubt. His phone rings,

disturbing his thoughts. It’s a number he
doesn’t know, he hesitates answering and
remembers that he has kids, it could be about
them.

Scelo: Hello?
Voice: Hi, is this Scelo Buthelezi?
Scelo: Yes, who wants to know?
Voice: This is Babalwa, Zoleka’s mom. Please,
do not hang up.

He pulls the phone away from his ear for a

minute and sighs.

Scelo: How can I help you?

Babalwa: I was wondering if we could meet and
talk about my granddaughter. I know what my
husband did and I apologise for that. I was
hoping we could start at a clean slate and do
things differently this time?

Scelo: How do I know you are not lying?

Babalwa: I don’t know if you are aware but
Zoleka and her husband fled the country and
my husband is at the hospital. It’s all our fault,
all I’m trying to do is to mend the bridges and
see if it’s possible for us to put our feelings
aside for our daughter. I just want to meet her
and if you allow, be in her life. Please.

Scelo: (sighs) I will think about it and discuss it

further with my woman and let you know.
Babalwa: Of course, I understand. Thank you for
your time Scelo, I will be waiting for your call.

He drops the call and brushes his face, this is

the disadvantage of having kids with different
women and before marriage men don’t talk
about.

Now he is stuck and is forced to put his own

pride and feelings aside for his daughter’s sake
because he is scared of what could happen if
he decides to fight them.

NARRATED

Mthembu storms into Mziwoxolo's office, his

face red with rage and his eyes blazing with
uncontrollable anger. He doesn't look okay, but
he had to see him, had to confront him about
the betrayal that has been eating away at him.

Mziwoxolo looks up from his desk, surprised by

the sudden intrusion. "Mthembu, have you been
discharged already? Why are you looking at me
like that? What's going on? " he asks, his voice
laced with concern.

Mthembu slams his fist on the desk, making

Mziwoxolo jump. "You know exactly what's
going on," Mthembu spits, his words dripping
with venom.

Mziwoxolo's expression softens, and he rises

from his seat. "Mthembu, I was going to come
see you. I've been busy trying to fix the mess
those kids created," he explains.

Mthembu's anger boils over. "Fix the mess?

You're the one who's been stealing from me!" he
accuses.
Mziwoxolo takes a step closer to Mthembu.
"Mthembu, calm down. Let's talk about this, I
thought your wife told you that I've got nothing
to do with this." he urges.

Mthembu's face twists in anguish. "Talk? You

want to talk?" he repeats.

Mziwoxolo's hand reaches out and touches

Mthembu's arm. "Mthembu." The touch sends a
spark through Mthembu.

He looks up, his eyes meeting Mziwoxolo's. For

a moment, they just stare at each other.

Then Mziwoxolo's lips brush against

Mthembu's. The kiss is gentle, but it ignites a
fire within Mthembu.

Mthembu's hands grasp Mziwoxolo's arms,

pulling him closer. Mziwoxolo deepens the kiss.

Their tongues entwine, and Mthembu's anger

melts away. He's left with only desire.

Mziwoxolo pulls back, his eyes locked on

Mthembu's. "Mthembu," he whispers and walks
over to the door and locks it.

The sound of the lock clicking into place

echoes through the room.

Mziwoxolo then moves to the windows and

closes the curtains. The room plunges into
darkness. Mziwoxolo returns to Mthembu.

He reaches up and loosens his tie. The silk

slides through his fingers. He unbuttons his
shirt and his fabric parts.

Mziwoxolo's chest rises and falls as Mthembu's

eyes are fixed on him.

"Come here," Mthembu says, in a slow and

husky voice.

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CHAPTER 35

NARRATED

The air in the room is thick with tension as

Mthembu and Mziwoxolo separate, their chests
heaving from the exertion of their passionate
encounter. Mthembu's eyes gleam with
satisfaction, his expression relaxed and content,
a testament to the pleasure he has just
experienced.
Mziwoxolo's face mirrors Mthembu's, a soft
smile playing on his lips as he gazes at him. As
they begin to clean themselves up, their
movements are deliberate and careful, each
action filled with a sense of tenderness.

Mziwoxolo reaches for a towel and gently wipes

Mthembu's mouth, his touch sending shivers
down Mthembu's spine. Mthembu's eyes flutter
closed, his face tilting upward in a gesture of
submission.

The tender gesture speaks volumes about their

relationship and the dynamics at play.
Mziwoxolo's gaze lingers on Mthembu's face,
his eyes burning with desire and affection.

Mziwoxolo's expression reveals his role in their

encounter. He is the receiver, the one who
submits to Mthembu's touch and savours every
moment of it. Mthembu's satisfaction is
palpable, his confidence and dominance evident
in every line of his body.

He is the giver, the one who takes control and

brings pleasure to his lover. Their roles are
defined, yet fluid, each one complementing the
other in perfect harmony.

As they straighten their clothes and compose

themselves, their faces still flushed and their
hearts still racing, the tension between them
remains.

Mziwoxolo: Mthembu, we can't keep doing this.

Mthembu : (nodding) I agree. If Babalwa and

Zoleka were to find out about this, it would be
over.

Mziwoxolo: For both of us. Our families, our

reputations...everything would be at stake. I
think it’s best to stop while we still can before a
lot of people get hurt by our actions.

Mthembu: What about the money? How do you

plan on bringing the children to justice?

Mziwoxolo: To be honest, Mthembu, I'd rather

not push any further. We don't know what
they're capable of.

Mthembu: (raising his eyebrow) Let it go? Just

like that?
Mziwoxolo: We should be happy that the kids
are together, at least. That's what matters most.

Mthembu: I don’t care about them being

together, I want my money!
Mziwoxolo: Consider it a loss, Mthembu. A
small price to pay for our secret to remain safe.

Mthembu: You're asking me to sweep this

under the rug?
Mziwoxolo: For our sake, yes. We can't risk
exposure.
Mthembu's chest rises and falls, he knows
Mziwoxolo is right but he doesn’t like it one bit.
Their secret is worth more than any amount of
money.

Mthembu: Fine.
He says after a while with a defeated tone
andMziwoxolo's expression relaxes.

Mziwoxolo: Good. Let's focus on our business

partnership, then.

Mthembu: And our...other arrangement? Are we

really ending it?
Mziwoxolo: (chuckling) Why does it seem like
you are catching feelings chief? Am I that good
or what?

Mthembu: (clicking his tongue) Don’t be too

cocky now.
Mziwoxolo: I enjoy these sneaky moments but
they are dangerous, especially in places like
these because we don’t know who can walk
through that door.
Mthembu: Then we must be careful…

Their hands clasp. A silent understanding

passes between them.

SCELO

Dinner is cooked and ready, the kids are busy

with their homeworks while he prepares their
beds and pyjamas. Ndalo is coming over and he
is hoping for a peaceful night between the two
of them and forget about what happened earlier.

All he wants is to hold her close in his arms and

talk about the future that involves marrying her
and building her a big house.
Speaking about building a house, he is
reminded of his home situation that he needs to
have it fixed asap so that by the time he brings
Ndalo to his mother, the house is ready.
Iminathi walks up to him as he fixes their bed
and he attends to her by sitting on the bed with
her standing in front of him.

Scelo: What is wrong?

Iminathi: Nothing, when is Mom arriving?
Scelo: (smiling) Soon. Did you miss her?
Iminathi: (nodding) Yes.
Scelo: She will be home soon.
Iminathi: (smiling) Okay. I will wait for her.
Scelo: There is something I need to tell you.
Iminathi: I am listening, daddy…
Scelo: You remember your real mom, the one
that came when you were at the hospital?
Iminathi: (nodding) Yes.

Scelo: Her mother, your grandmother wants to

see you. Would you like to meet up with her?
Iminathi: Will you be okay with that?
Scelo: If that’s what you want then yes. If not, I
won't take you there.
Iminathi: I would like to meet her daddy.
Scelo: Sure sure?
Iminathi: (smiling) Yes. You will also be there,
right?
Scelo: Of course. Okay then, I will tell you when
the time comes. Go back to your siblings, I need
to finish up here.
She smiles and runs back to her siblings and he
looks at her with so much pride. If there is one
thing he prides himself with, is teaching his kids
to communicate their feelings and letting them
know that they have rights to accept and deny
things or situations.

A knock comes through the door and he opens

it, Ndalo walks in and they share a small
passionate kiss before she makes herself
comfortable.

Ndalo: I’m sorry for the delay, I passed by the

house to shower and change.
Scelo: It’s okay, you are right on time. Your
daughter was asking about you already.
Ndalo: Ncooh, let me go say hi to them.
Scelo: Okay baby, I will dish up for us.
Ndalo walks over to the kids and within a
minute, he hears laughter and giggles coming
from the lounge. He smiles and realises that he
chose well. Ndalo is good for his kids and his
mental health, the thought of losing her makes
him uncomfortable. She comes back and wraps
her arms around his waist.

Ndalo: I am sorry about this whole Mandla thing,

I should have told you.
Scelo: It’s okay baby, I am no longer mad. I just
don’t want to worry about what you do in my
absence the same way I don’t do that to you.

Ndalo: I understand and I promise he won’t be a

problem and if he does show up next time, I will
let you know.
Scelo: (smiling) That’s all I am asking for. How
was work?
Ndalo: Work was okay, what did you get up to
when you left my office?

Scelo: I did some trading and made us some

money.
Ndalo: (smiling) I love the sound of that.
Scelo: I am so happy that your upcoming
birthday will find me with a good job and after
my first salary.
Ndalo: Ah baby, you know anything you do I will
appreciate right? You don’t have to break your
bones about it.
Scelo: I know but I want to spoil you.
Ndalo: (blushing) I can’t wait.
He kisses her and they call the kids to join them
at the table, Nathi says grace and they eat over
light conversations. After eating, Ndalo tucks
the kids in and comes back to help him with the
dishes.

Scelo: Zoleka’s mom called, she asked to see

Iminathi.
Ndalo: Oh, that’s nice. What did you say?
Scelo: I said I would talk to you first but you
know if it was up to me ,those people would
stay away from me or my child.
Ndalo: Baby… I think you should let them be in
her life. I’m not saying give them the child but
let’s work together and around this. For Imi’s
sake. I am sure she would love to meet them.

Scelo: She wants to.

Ndalo: You see? She won’t run away and
abandon you babe, you have done a great job
and she knows you are her ride or die.
Scelo: I hope she doesn’t forget that or let them
influence her.
Ndalo: They won’t. Let’s go to bed.

She leads him to the bedroom and as soon as

the door closes, she jumps on him and he
giggles. She takes off her dress and he gasps
at the lingerie she is wearing.

It’s beautiful and different from the usual ones

she wears. This one makes her look like an
exotic dancer. He runs his hands all over her
body, taking in the fabric and the design.

Ndalo: Do you like it?

Scelo: I love it baby. So hot.

Ndalo smiles as his eyes continue to devour her,

his pupils dilating with desire. He pulls her
closer, his hands reaching out to claim her, his
fingers tracing the delicate lace of her lingerie.

Her hands rested on Scelo's chest, her fingers

tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the
heat emanating from his skin.

His lips claim hers in a passionate kiss, their

tongues entwining as they surrender to their
desire. He lays her down on the bed, his eyes
locked on hers as he positions himself above
her.

Ndalo parts her legs, inviting him in, her body

ready to receive him. His eyes close as he
enters her, feeling her warmth envelop him, her
muscles clenching around him. He groans, his
voice low and husky, his hips moving in a slow,
sensual rhythm.

Ndalo's moans fill the room, her body arching

upward, her nails digging into his back. Their
bodies move in perfect sync, their love-making
intense and all-consuming.

His lips claim hers again, their kiss deepening

as they lose themselves in their passion. Now
this is his woman, fully focused on him and
enjoying her to the fullest.

A DAY LATER
Scelo stands tall at the entrance of the club, his
imposing figure commanding attention as he
surveys the crowd. His eyes scan the patrons,
his trained gaze picking out potential
troublemakers.

Suddenly, a sleek, black Audi R8 pulls up, and

Anelisa steps out, her long, straight weave
cascading down her back. She's dressed in a
revealing black mini-dress, her curves
accentuated by the fitted fabric. Red bottom
heels adorn her feet, adding to her glamorous
appearance.

Scelo's eyes narrow as he takes in her

transformation. She looks different, almost
unrecognisable from the Anelisa he once knew.

Anelisa stumbles slightly, her friend catching

her elbow to steady her. They're already drunk,
Scelo notes, his expression disapproving.

As they approach the door, Scelo's professional

instincts kick in. He inspects them, his eyes
scanning their outfits and accessories.

Anelisa catches his eye and flashes a flirtatious

smile. "Hey, baby daddy," she coos, her voice
husky.

Scelo's expression remains stoic. "Your ticket,

please." he requests, his tone firm.

Anelisa giggles, her eyes sparkling. "Where's

Minenhle? I miss my baby girl."
Scelo's annoyance grows. "If you want to know
how she's doing, come visit her," he suggests.

Anelisa's smile falters. "You know I tried that

last time, and you kicked me out."

Scelo opens his mouth to disagree, but his gaze

shifts to Mandla, who's walking toward them, a
cigar clenched between his teeth and a phone
pressed to his ear.

Anelisa's eyes light up as she turns to Mandla.

She rises onto her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his
cheek.

Mandla's gaze locks onto Scelo, his expression

disapproving. "Aren't you Ndalo's man?" he asks.
Scelo's silence is palpable.

Mandla bursts into mocking laughter. "Oh, this

is rich, I didn't know he is dating bouncers but
knowing the kind of person she is, I can't say
I'm surprised." he guffaws.

Scelo's face remains impassive, but his eyes

flash with irritation. Mandla walks inside with
Anelisa and her friend clinging on both sides.

To be continued.

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CHAPTER 36
NDALOENHLE

It’s 6 am and Scelo is still sleeping from his last

night shift job in the club. She decides to let him
be and make him a delicious breakfast to
celebrate an end to that era. From now on, he
will be knocking off and coming home at a
normal time. With the kids in his house with the
nanny, she goes all out with plans of serving
him the other breakfast as dessert afterwards.

He walks in just as she pours juice into the

glasses and takes a seat, looking like a train
walked all over him in his sleep. She walks up to
him and wraps her arms around his body.

Ndalo: Good morning my love, you look tired.

Scelo: Morning baby. I am tired.
Ndalo: I made us some breakfast.
Scelo: Thank you baby, this looks and smells so
good.
Ndalo: Was work that hectic?
Scelo: There was an artist performing so it was
parked more than usual. I saw your ex, Mandla.

Her heart skips a beat when he mentions that,

she flashes a smile to keep her cool.

Ndalo: Oh, did you guys speak?

Scelo: Not much. He was with Minenhle’s mom
and her friend.
Ndalo: Don’t tell me she is dating him.
Scelo: Maybe or not but Anelisa loves things so
I’m not shocked.
Ndalo: I wish she wouldn’t associate hearself
with him, Mandla is bad and addictive like
nyaope.
Scelo: She is an adult so she will figure that
herself. I am telling you because I don’t think
him being with her is a coincidence. When she
shows up into our lives, please be prepared and
not panic.
Ndalo: You think Mandla is using her to get to
me?
Scelo: I don’t know. All I am asking you is not
you to be careful and not fall into whatever trap
is brewing. Thank you for the breakfast.

He starts eating and she gulps her drink down

thinking about what Scelo just told her. Who
was she kidding by thinking that Mandla was
going to stay away? Now he is dragging people
into this and as much as Scelo is over Anelisa
but she is still the mother of his child. Should
anything happen to her, Scelo will surely
intervene. Dammit Mandla, did you really have
to come back now? She puts her glass down
and looks at Scelo who eats slowly to enjoy the
food.

Ndalo: I am going to get ready for work.

She plants a kiss on Scelo’s cheek and walks to

her bedroom.

NARRATED

Mandla wakes up to a pounding headache, the

remnants of last night's champagne still
lingering in his system. He slowly opens his
eyes to find Anelisa and her friend sprawled out
naked on his lounge couch, their bodies
entwined in a tangled mess.

Despite the throbbing pain in his head, Mandla

can't help but smile as memories of the
previous night's escapades flood his mind. He
had planned it meticulously, seeking revenge
against Ndalo and her man, Scelo. With baby
mama drama, he knows for sure that Ndalo will
start losing interest, missing her old ‘free
wildlife' and that’s when he will come and
relieve her from all the stress of being a
stepmother.

After their confrontation at the office, Mandla

made it his mission to investigate Scelo,
uncovering one of his baby mamas, Anelisa.
She was easy prey, and with a few thousand
rand, she was all over him.
Mandla's eyes roam over Anelisa's sleeping
form, her curves inviting. He taps her shoulder,
shaking her awake.

"Good morning," he whispers.

Anelisa stirs, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," she mumbles.

Mandla extends his hand, helping her up.

"Come, let's shower," he suggests.

In the shower, Mandla's hands roam over

Anelisa's body, his touch sending shivers down
her spine.

"I have plans for you," he whispers.

Anelisa's eyes lock onto his.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks.

Mandla's smile grows.

"I'll take care of you, financially," he promises.

Anelisa moans, her body responding to his

touch.
"I'll do anything," she whispers.

Mandla's eyes gleam with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he says.

His devilish smile lingers as he continues to

shower her body, his roaming over Anelisa's
body, his touch sending shivers down her spine
as he pins her against the shower wall, his body
pressed firmly against hers.

"Ah!" Anelisa gasps, her voice echoing off the

tiles.

Mandla's lips brush against her ear, his warm

breath sending tremors through her entire being.
"I want you," he whispers, his voice low and
husky.

Anelisa's eyes flutter closed, her body

surrendering to Mandla's desires. Mandla takes
her from behind, their bodies moving in perfect
sync as the water cascades around them.
Anelisa screams, her voice muffled by the
sound of the shower. Their release is
simultaneous, their bodies trembling with
pleasure.

Afterwards, Mandla helps Anelisa out of the

shower, handing her a fresh towel to wrap
around her body. Opening a drawer, his hand
emerges with a small packet, its contents
unmistakable. Coca*ne.
Anelisa's eyes widen, her gaze fixed on the
packet as she processes what she is seeing.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Mandla asks

with his sly smile while waving the white
powder in her face. Anelisa nods, her throat
constricted by the huge lump that has formed.

"Sure," she stammers, her voice barely audible.

Mandla chuckles, his eyes glinting with

amusement. He hands her a robe, helping her
into it before leading her to the kitchen when he
wipes the surfaces and spreads the powder
using his bank card. He picks up his pipe and
takes the first roll and grunt. He passes it over
to her and watches as she hesitates.
“Do it, this is clean stuff.” He encourages her
and Anelisa nods, following his instructions, she
pulls the line and smiles. Right then her friend
wakes up, Mandla quickly cleans up and hides
the staff in his gown. His finger goes to his
mouth and signals for Anelisa to not say a word.

Mandla: Go attend your friend, I’ll make

something to eat.

*
*
*
*

Babalwa pulls up in the hospital parking lot to

pick up Mthembu after being discharged. Her
phone rings, breaking the silence that has filled
the vehicle for the past hour.

Babalwa: Hello?

Scelo: Mrs Mthembu, it’s Scelo. Is this the right

time to talk?

His voice echoes through the line, his deep

tones resonating through the speaker.

Babalwa: Hey, Scelo. Yes, this is the right time

to talk.
Scelo: After careful consideration, I've arranged
for you to meet Iminathi.

Her excitement grows, her heart racing at the

prospect of finally meeting the mysterious
Iminathi.

Scelo: I think the first meeting should happen

publicly, a restaurant, for comfort.
Babalwa: That sounds perfect.

They exchange details such as date and time

before ending the call, the conversation leaving
Babalwa feeling uplifted. She steps out of the
car, eager to share the news with Mthembu.
She walks into the ward, searching for him
among the rows of hospital beds.

His bags are packed and ready, indicating that

his discharge is imminent. She picks up the
discharge letter, scanning its contents to
ensure everything is in order. Wondering where
Mthembu is, she assumes he's probably in the
bathroom, taking care of his final preparations
before leaving.

As she packs his remaining belongings, her

eyes land on an open condom wrapper stuck in
the back pocket of Mthembu's pants. Her blood
boils at the discovery. She pulls out the wrapper,
her heart racing with a mix of emotions - anger,
betrayal, and disappointment.

A wave of anger washes over her, threatening

to engulf her entire being. He is sick but still
cheats on her? Her mind races with questions,
each one more disturbing than the last.

The sound of footsteps approaches, breaking

the silence that has enveloped her. Mthembu
walks out of the bathroom, his eyes locking
onto Babalwa. Her expression is stern, her eyes
blazing with anger.

Babalwa: Mthembu, we need to talk.

Mthembu: What's wrong?

She holds up the condom wrapper, her hand

trembling with rage.

Babalwa: Who is the woman?

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CHAPTER 37

NARRATED
Mthembu stands in front of his wife frozen after
the question she just threw at him. He doesn’t
know how to respond, let alone if he should
respond at all.

The main question he is asking himself right

now is why did he pocket those wraps after
being done with it? It completely slipped his
mind, he thought he was going to throw it away
on his way back from Mziwoxolo. Now he has
an angry wife in front of him, demanding
answers.

Mthembu: My love, what is this now?

Babalwa: Don’t act as if you don’t see what I am
holding! The audacity to cheat while you are
sick and admitted?
Here I am, worried and praying for your recovery
while you see an opportunity to galavant with
your whores? Was it one of the nurses? Did you
promise them money?

Her voice is now high and he wishes for the

ground to open and swallow him. This is better
than her finding out who exactly he is busy with.

Mthembu: I think we should deal with this at

home.
Babalwa: No, we are going to deal with it now!
Mthembu: Okay I am getting frustrated now
with your noise.
Babalwa: You are getting frustrated?
She asks with a confused laughter while
clapping her hands and staring at him.

Mthembu: Yes because I don’t know anything

about this and who knows it’s not you who
planted it here just to pick up a fight with me?
Babalwa: What?

Mthembu: Yes. I see what you are doing and it

is not going to work. How can you accuse me of
cheating while I am fighting for my life because
of your unruly and thief of a daughter?

Babalwa: So now she is my daughter alone, not

yours? You have the nerve to stand there and
try to gaslight me!
Mthembu: My love please listen…
Babalwa: No, I won’t stand here and listen to
your lies! I am not Mziwoxolo or any of your
political buddies that will succumb to your
bullshit.

His heart jumps a bit when she mentions the

actual culprit in this conversation but he
manages to keep a straight face.

Mthembu: People are starting to look and stare

at us. Let us go home.
Babalwa: Call your cheating buddy to drive you
or one of your men. As for me, I am leaving.
Mthembu: Babalwa stop being dramatic!
Babalwa: I’m dramatic? You cheat on me and
call me dramatic? I will show you what being
dramatic looks like. Just watch the space!

She storms out of the hospital and heads

straight to her car where she locks herself
inside and unbutton her shirt. She is suffocating,
her chest is paining as if someone is pinching it
with needles and she can’t breathe.

After so many years? How can this man choose

to cheat at the age of 60? Who is he cheating
with and why now? Is it the first time or has it
been happening for a while? Is it someone she
knows?

All these questions are going through her mind

as she tries to process her findings and how her
husband is trying to gaslight her by denying
proof in front of his eyes.

She wipes her tears, reaches for her phone

inside her bag and scrolls through her contacts
and calls Zesiphe, her in-law friend. Since the
marriage of their children, they have been close.

Zesiphe: My in-law? How are you?

Babalwa: I am not okay mfazi, I’m having chest
pains and heart palpitations.
Zesiphe: Ai bo, is it your husband? Don’t tell me
he has passed away, yazi Taka Themba
mentioned him not being well and I was yet to
arrange to come see him.

Babalwa: No, it’s not that. He is alive and

getting discharged today.
Zesiphe: That’s a relief. What is the matter then
Mkhozi wami?
Babalwa: Dabula is cheating on me Ze.

Zesiphe: Uyaxoka! With who and how did you

find out?
Babalwa: I found out now as I came to pick him
up. I found an opened condom wrapper on his
clothes.
Zesiphe: Okay….what else?
Babalwa: That’s all.
Zesiphe: And you concluded he was cheating by
a piece of paper?

Babalwa: Yes because what is he doing with

condoms? We don’t use them!
Zesiphe: I know you are frustrated but this
doesn’t mean anything and it could be
something else.

I am not saying he is not cheating but all I am

asking you is to not jump into conclusion and
ruin your marriage over nothing.
Find more practical evidence first and then act
from there.
Babalwa: I shouldn’t have bothered with telling
you because you sound like your husband right
now. A true politician.
Zesiphe: Ba…
Babalwa: Bye chomme, I need to go.

She drops the call and throws her phone on the

passenger seat, fixes her face and drives out of
the parking lot.

SCELO

He steps out of his bedroom, his family

gathered around the lounge, their faces filled
with excitement and anticipation.

He is dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored

black pants, and polished shoes, a fitting outfit
for his first day as a Junior Cyber Security
Analyst at CyberGuard Services. Ndalo places a
gentle hand on his chest, her eyes shining with
pride and love. She begins to pray for him.

Ndalo: (praying)

"Dear Heavenly Father, I come before you today

with a heart full of gratitude and love. I thank
you for the gift of my partner, Scelo, and for the
incredible opportunity that has been bestowed
upon him.

As Scelo begins this new chapter in his career, I

ask that you guide and protect him. Grant him
wisdom, knowledge, and understanding to excel
in his role as a Junior Cyber Security Analyst.

Lord, I pray that you will surround Scelo with

colleagues who will support and encourage him,
and that he will be a shining example of your
love and grace in the workplace.

Keep him safe from harm and shield him from

any challenges that may arise. Give him the
strength and resilience to overcome obstacles
and the courage to take bold steps.

May Scelo's work be blessed, and may he be a

blessing to those around him. May his integrity,
honesty, and compassion be evident in all that
he does.
Heavenly Father, I pray that you will continue to
bless our family and provide for our needs. May
Scelo's success be a testament to your
faithfulness and love.

In Jesus' name, I pray. Amen.

Their children join in, their small voices echoing

in unison, their faces aglow with excitement. He
smiles, feeling grateful for his loving family,
their support and encouragement meaning the
world to him.

Scelo: Look at you being such a beautiful prayer

warrior.
Ndalo: Since the day you prayed for my father at
the hospital, I learned how important prayer is. I
am not consistent as I should be but today is
your big day and I wish you all the best.
Scelo: Thank you baby, this means the world to
me.

He checks his watch, noting the time, and

knowing he needs to leave. She hands him a
packed lunch, her thoughtful gesture touching
his heart.

Ndalo: I made this for you as a form of good

luck on your first day.

She whispers, her eyes sparkling with love and

he kisses her forehead.

Scelo: I love you.

Ndalo: I love you too. Now leave before you are
late, I will take the kids to school.

He says his goodbyes to her and the kids and

walks to his car, feeling a sense of purpose and
determination. As he drives to CyberGuard
Services, he can't help but feel a sense of
excitement and nervousness.

The building's sleek design impresses him, its

modern architecture a testament to the
company's innovative approach. He finds
parking and steps out, his heart racing with
anticipation.

A warm smile greets him at reception, the

receptionist's friendly demeanour putting him at
ease.

"Welcome, Mr Buthelezi" she exclaims.

Scelo: Thank you.

A beautiful woman approaches him with a wide

smile, extending a manicured hand, her beauty
striking him like a ray of sunshine. Her aura
radiates confidence, her elegance captivating
him.

"Hi, I'm Naledi, your mentor," she says.

Scelo: Hi.
Naledi: Welcome to our organisation, you're
going to love it here.
His eyes lock onto hers, fascinated by her poise
and grace. Naledi leads him on a tour of the
facilities, explaining procedures and introducing
him to colleagues. He listens intently, his mind
absorbing every detail. He feels at ease,
Naledi's warmth making him feel welcome.

Naledi: Let's grab coffee.

He agrees, following her to the break room. As

they walk, he can't help but steal glances at
Naledi, her beauty and elegance captivating him.

He notices a ring on her finger, a subtle

reminder that she is married. He pushes aside
his thoughts, focusing on his new role. Naledi
hands him a folder containing his schedule.
Naledi: Your schedule.
Scelo: Thank you.
Naledi: Any questions?
Scelo: Not at the moment.
Naledi: Okay, shout if you need help, I'll always
be here.

NDALOENHLE

She settles into her chair, dropping her purse

onto the floor with a soft thud. Her phone rings,
breaking the silence that fills her office, and she
answers it with a warm smile.

Ndalo:Hello Ma.
MaCele: Hey, my dear, how are you coping with
those three kids?

Her thoughts turn to Scelo's children, and she

smiles, feeling a surge of affection.

Ndalo: I'm adjusting well, Mom. I love them like

they're mine. They're such wonderful kids, and I
feel so blessed to have them in my life.

MCele: That's wonderful. And no drama from

their mothers?

Ndalo: No, not yet. Everything is going smoothly,

and I'm grateful for that.

MaCele's sigh of relief is audible, and Ndalo can

almost hear her smiling.
MaCele: I'm glad. What about your birthday
plans? Have you thought about what you'd like
to do?

Ndalo: I don't know yet, but Scelo hinted at

something. I'm leaving it up to him to surprise
me.

MaCele: I am happy for you my dear. You've

found a great man. Scelo is perfect for you.

Ndalo: Scelo is amazing, Mom. He's everything I

ever wanted in a partner.

MaCele: I didn't trust him at first, but now I see

he's the one for you. You two are meant to be
together.
Their conversation is interrupted by a knock on
the door, and Ndalo glances up to see the
receptionist standing in the doorway, holding a
box.

Ndalo: Excuse me, Mom. I have to go.

Someone's at the door. Love you
MaCele: Love you too.

She hangs up and takes the box from the

receptionist.

Ndalo: Thank you.

She opens the box, and her eyes widen in shock.
Inside, she finds sex toys, a mask, lingerie,
heels, pink fluffy handcuffs, and a note.
The note reads: "You're invited to an orgy party.
Happy birthday in advance." Her eyes scan the
signature, and her heart sinks.

Mandla.

Fury ignites within her, and she feels her face

grow hot with anger. How dare he? This is
crossing a line and she has had enough of him!

She grabs her bag and car keys, heading out to

her car and drives straight to Mandla’s address
that is outside the invitation card.

It doesn’t take that long for him to open for her

and she walks into his house holding the box
and throws it at him. He ducks and the box hits
the wall.

Mandla: The hell! Are you crazy?

Ndalo: I could ask you the same. What’s wrong
with you?
Mandla: Ndalo come on, stop with this hard to
get nonsense and…
Ndalo: Mandla, this is harassment and if I am
going to file a protection order against you.
Mandla: (chuckling) You are bluffing.
Ndalo: What’s going to take for you to realise
that I am not interested in all this nonsense you
are doing?

He smirks and drops his pants, his pipe stands

tall and hard and she laughs. This is
embarrassing compared to what she has daily.
She controls herself and watches him as he
approaches her, lifts her face up and breathes
inches close to her. His shaft poking her belly.

Mandla: I know you want this, I can see it in

your eyes and I bet your panties are soaked wet
right now.
Ndalo: Grow the fuck up! We had fun and thank
you for the experience but if you don’t stop
harassing me, we are going to have a problem.

I don’t want you, dude. Like I am okay and your

dick doesn’t impress me anymore because I
have something better. It’s big and strong, so
next time you think of stripping for me,
remember that my man’s pipe is twice your size.
She says with a smile, staring at his eyes and
he sees his face drop with disappointment and
steps back. She walks towards the door and
stops midway, turns and finds him picking up
his pants.

Ndalo: Before I forget, whatever you are trying

with Anelisa will not work.

She doesn’t wait for his answer but walks out

banging the door behind her and heads straight
to her car.

*
*
*
Meanwhile Mandla waits until the door closes
behind her to scream and kicks the box she
brought back in anger. He has lost his touch,
hasn't he?

He sits on the couch and holds his face that

feels so hot right now, thinking about what he is
going to say to his partners that paid a huge
amount of money to gangbang Ndalo.

He can’t go back to his word because he has

already used that money in preparation.

His eyes shift to the door and they land into the
small camera that is there. A small smile
creeps into his face as he gets up and walks
towards the door. He punches the air excitedly.
Mandla: Yes!!

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CHAPTER 38

NARRATED

After watching the recording of the video from

his door, Mandla realises there is no use to it
because he is the one who is more
embarrassed in that video with Ndalo walking
away from him like that.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, thinking of

ways to get to Ndalo and for her to admit into
this. To him it’s no longer about the excitement
or recreating the old fun, he is thinking about
the people that invested in his idea of this club.

His first partners to sell this idea to didn’t

hesitate to put in the money when he showed
them Ndalo’s pictures and the old videos of her
he took without her realising. Her face doesn’t
show on that video but if you know her you can
easily recognise her through the butterfly tattoo
on her back.

His phone vibrates from the coffee table,

disturbing his thoughts. He picks it up and it’s
Anelisa. He rolls his eyes bored, this chick is not
doing it for him and he realised that she is not
as gullible as he thought she would be when
she refused to be part of his future plans with
the sex parties.
She only wants him and that is useless to him.
He has no time for relationships and being cute.

Putting his phone back on the table after grey-

ticking her message, a thought comes to mind.
Actually, she can be useful. He picks up his
phone and calls her, and she answers on the
first ring.

Anelisa: Baby, finally! I was starting to think you

are ignoring me.
Mandla: I will never do that baby, I am just busy.
How are things going on your side?
Anelisa: Nothing interesting, I am bored out of
my mind and staying with family is not
interesting hey.
Mandla: I can imagine. Don’t you miss your
daughter?
Anelisa: I do hey….
Mandla: When was the last time you saw her? I
can take you to her and give you money to spoil
her.
Anelisa: Serious baby? You would do that?

Mandla: Of course, anything for you. So what do

you say?
Anelisa: I will have to talk to her father first and
ask for permission.
Mandla: (chuckling) Ask for permission? She is
your daughter and as her mother you have a
right to see her anytime you want.
Anelisa: That’s true but my situation with Scelo
is complicated.
Mandla: Don’t let the guy bully you, that’s your
child. Let’s go see her later. I will come pick you
up, get ready.

He ends the call and walks to his room to get

changed. Why didn’t he think of this sooner?
This will definitely get Ndalo’s attention
because she won’t want her man’s daughter
threatened.

NDALO

It’s been a long day and she couldn’t wait for it

to end so that she can get home and rest but
first things first, she needs to tell Scelo what
happened. She didn’t want to distract him on
his first day by calling or texting him about what
Mandla did hence she reserved the news for
later.
The kids are home. She proposed the idea of
getting them a driver to pick up when she and
Scelo are both at work and it works perfectly.

They come home and find the nanny who

watches over them until she or Scelo arrives.
Look at her, who could have thought that thee
Ndalo would do so well as a stepmother? She
loves it here and feels like this is her purpose,
her wish is to continue loving this man and his
kids to the fullest.

She greets the nanny and relieves her from her

duties, goes to her room to change when her
phone rings and Naledi’s name pops up on the
screen.
Ndalo: Hey Nale, how are you mama?
Naledi: I am good my darling, I saw your
message but couldn’t respond because I had to
show him the ropes and everything.

Ndalo: I thought the same. How did he do?

Naledi: I think he did well and he seems smart
so it won't be long observing him. I think he will
be a great asset to this company.
Ndalo: Thank you babe and keep an eye on him.
Naledi: I don’t think it's necessary, he seems
grounded but I got you girl.
Ndalo: Thanks mama.

The call ends and she changes into a simple

long t-shirt and walks to the kitchen to see what
they can eat today. After looking for a simple
meal to prepare, she resorts to takeaways for
the night.

Naledi and her go a long way back, she knows

that Scelo is in safe hands with her as his
mentor. Naledi's husband is a majority
shareholder of that company but she won't tell
Scelo that until he has settled in.

Speaking about telling Scelo, she feels like it's

time she tells him the whole truth about Mandla
because today it's boxes of sex toys. What is
next? The last thing she wants to see
happening is Mandla twisting this whole thing
to fit his narrative.

It still doesn't make any sense why can't he

leave her alone. There's so many girls he can
pick and experience with. Why her? Minenhle
walks with Iminathi to the kitchen holding a doll
that she doesn’t recognise.

Minenhle: Look Mama, I have a new doll.

Ndalo: That I see. Where did you get it?
Iminathi: Aunty Anelisa came to see us at
school and she brought us gifts.
Ndalo: She came to see you and the school
allowed this? Nathi!

She calls their brother and he shows up with the

game controller in his hands.

Nathi: Ma?
Ndalo: Your sisters tell me Anelisa came to see
you at school. Is that true?
Nathi: Yes, we were waiting for the driver
outside and she showed up in a car with some
guy who kept on taking pictures of us.

That man is definitely Mandla, she knows it!

She takes a deep breath and fakes a smile.

Ndalo: Okay kids, go back to your rooms.

She waits until they are out of sight before she

takes out her phone, goes through the blocked
list and unblock Mandla’s phone. It doesn’t ring
that long before he answers.

Mandla: Love, I knew you would come around.

Ndalo: Why are you doing this?
Mandla: Please, do this for the last time and I
promise. I won't bother you and I'll delete the
video.
Ndalo: What video?
Mandla: A video of our last memorable time
together, do you still remember it? I have never
met a girl like you and I just want that
experience for the last time.

Ndalo: You are lying ,there's no video because if

there was, you wouldn't be chasing after me like
this.
Mandla: I didn’t want to use it but you are
forcing my hand. Check your phone if you think
I'm lying.

A notification comes through and she takes a

look. Her heart jumps to her throat when she
sees herself doing the unthinkable.

She drops the call and right then Scelo walks in.
His mood shows that he had a great day but
drops immediately when she sees her trembling.

Scelo: Babe, what is wrong?

Ndalo: Urhm, can we talk?
Scelo: Yeah sure, of course. Is there a problem?
Ndalo: Let's go to my bedroom, please.

He nods and follows her to her bedroom where

they lock the door.

Scelo: You are scaring me babe. What is it?

Ndalo: I received a package earlier at work, it
was from Mandla. It had sex toys, lingerie and
handcuffs including an invitation to an orgy
party he is hosting soon.
Scelo: What the hell? Why would he send you an
invite to such?
Ndalo: Remember when I told you about him
and I have some dirty history?

Scelo: That kind of history?

Ndalo: (nodding) Yes and now he is
blackmailing me to partake in this or else he will
release the sex tape he has of me.
Scelo: He has a sex tape of you and him?
Ndalo: It's not only me and him in that video…
Scelo: Ndalo….

Ndalo: (crying) Now he is using Anelisa and

your daughter to force me into this.
Scelo: Uthi my daughter is what?
Ndalo: I don’t know what's going on in his mind
but whatever it is, it's starting to scare me.
Maybe we should call the police and…
Scelo: When it comes to my children is where I
draw the line. Give me his address.
Ndalo: Baby, please don’t do anything stupid
please.
Scelo: Are you going to give it to me or should I
find it out myself?

That catches him by surprise and his eyes tells

her that he means it. She wipes her tears and
scrolls through her gps history and forward him
the address. He gets up and walks out of the
door without saying a word and she lets the
tears flow.

*
*
*
*

Scelo storms out of the house, his face twisted

in fury as he walks to the car. The memory of
Ndalo's words echoes in his mind like a mantra,
fueling his anger. Mandla's threats, his
obsession, his sickening behaviour - all of it
swirls together in a toxic stew that propels
Scelo forward.

He strides to his car, his long legs eating up the

distance with purposeful urgency. The engine
roars to life beneath his hands, and he
accelerates, speeding through the streets with a
precision that fuels his seething emotions.

Minutes pass, and Scelo arrives at Mandla's

place. He parks, his tires screeching in protest
as he brings the vehicle to an abrupt halt.
Scelo steps out and approaches the entrance,
where a security guard blocks his path with a
hesitant smile.

"Can't let you in, sir," the guard says.

Scelo pulls out his wallet, extracting a crisp

note that he presses into the guard's hand.

"Change your mind," Scelo suggests.

The guard's eyes flicker, and he steps aside

with a reluctant nod.

Scelo enters and finds Mandla's door. He

knocks twice and the door swings open,
revealing Mandla who struggles to stand still.
His bare chest gleams in the dim light, and his
eyes seem to hold a perpetual glaze.

Mandla: Hey, Scelo, I didn’t expect to see Ndalo,

not you. Unless of course you are representing
her.

Scelo's gaze sweeps the room, taking in the

mess that passes for Mandla's living space.
Empty bottles litter the floor, and the air is
heavy with the scent of weed smoke.

White powder scattered on the table. He shakes

his head when he thinks about Ndalo having
lived like this previously and Mandla chuckles,
as if he can read Scelo’s mind.
Mandla: Make yourself at home.

Scelo: I'm not here to visit.

Mandla raises an eyebrow.

Scelo: I'm here to warn you, stay away from

Ndalo and my children.

Mandla: (smirking) Or what?

Scelo: You'll wish you never came back to South
Africa. You're behaving like an obsessed man.
Get over it. Ndalo is mine now, and I'm going to
marry her.

Mandla: (laughing) Marry her you say? Hey, man.

He says getting up and taps Scelo's shoulder,
fueling his anger.

Mandla: You can join the party, Ndalo told me

you have a big dick plus you are dark. It'll make
it more fun and you can make yourself some
extra cash as well from the video we'll make.
And don't worry, she can handle it.

Scelo's fist clenches. Without hesitation, Scelo

throws a mean punch that sends Mandla flying.
Mandla's head snaps back and his head
crashes on the glass coffee table that shatters
beneath him. Mandla lies motionless while he
stands over him.

Scelo: That's your warning.

He turns to leave, but stops midway, his hand
reaching for the door handle as a sense of
unease washes over him. Something feels off,
and the silence behind him is oppressive, heavy
with an unspoken weight that settles in the pit
of his stomach.

He turns to look around, his eyes scanning the

room with a growing sense of dread. That's
when he sees it: blood gushing down the coffee
table, pooling on the floor.

Mandla's lifeless body lies on the floor, his eyes

turned back, bleeding from where his head
broke the glass table. The sight sends a jolt of
horror through Scelo, and he curses, running to
Mandla's side.

"What have I done?" he mutters, his voice barely

audible over the pounding in his ears.

He doesn't touch Mandla, can't bring himself to,

as if afraid of being contaminated by the
consequences of his actions. Scelo wraps his
hands above his head, his mind racing with
thoughts of what has transpired.

He sits on the floor, his eyes fixed on Mandla's

lifeless body, and grabs the whiskey Mandla
was drinking. He gulps it down, the liquid
burning his throat as he tries to wash away the
taste of his own regret.

Scelo's eyes lift to the camera on the door, and

he sighs, knowing that his actions will have far-
reaching consequences. He reaches for his
phone and calls Spha.
Spha answers on the first ring, his voice
booming through the line. "Yo, my man!" he
says.

"I've messed up," Scelo says, the words

tumbling out in a rush.

The line goes silent, and Scelo can almost hear

Spha's thoughts racing on the other end. Spha
waits, and Scelo continues.

"There's been an accident," Scelo says.

Spha remains quiet, and Scelo knows he must

elaborate. "And we've got some cleaning up to
do," he adds.
"Send me the address," Spha says.

The call ends, and Scelo sits in silence, waiting

for Spha to arrive.

To be continued.

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Spha arrives, carrying a large duffel bag filled
with "cleaning" equipment. He surveys the
scene before him, his eyes taking in Mandla's
lifeless body and the shattered glass table.

Spha: Are there any cameras here?

He asks, and Scelo points to the one on the

door, his hand shaking slightly.

Spha: Any others?

He inquires, his eyes scanning the room. Scelo

shakes his head, his eyes fixed on Mandla's
body.
Spha: Who else knows you're here?
Scelo: Ndalo and the security guy.
Spha: ( nodding) You handle your woman and I'll
deal with the security.

They begin to search the apartment for any

information that could incriminate them. Spha
moves with precision, checking every room.
Scelo's phone rings.

Scelo: It's Ndalo.

Spha encourages him to answer with a nod.

Scelo: (clearing his throat) Hey.

Ndalo: Hey, where are you?
Scelo: Do you need anything?
Ndalo: I was wondering if you can come back
with the pizza I ordered?

He hesitates for a moment and Spha gestures

for him to agree.

Scelo: Okay, text me the details.

He drops the call and looks at his friend.

Spha: You need to go. This is a perfect

opportunity for you to create an alibi.

Scelo: Spha, don't you want to know what

happened?

Spha: (shaking his head) There is no need. I

know you're not a violent person, Scelo.
Whatever transpired here, I have no doubt it's
this guy's fault. Let me get to work and you go
home, be with your family and forget about this
incident. You were never here.

Scelo nods and leaves, closing the door behind

him. Spha watches him go before turning back
to the task at hand.

*
*
*
Scelo walks back in the house with the pizza
box in his hands and the kids squeal excited to
see him. He puts it down and walks away to the
bedroom, with Ndalo following him. He takes
off the shoes and lies on the bed. She sits next
to him and touches his chest. He remains still,
his chest going up and down with heavy
breathing.

Ndalo: Sthandwa sami, are you okay?

Scelo: No, I am not.
Ndalo: (sighs) I understand the frustration
about this whole situation and I am sorry that
my past is now threatening the livelihood of our
kids…
Scelo: It’s not your fault that he is crazy. It’s him
I am mad at, not you so stop apologising and
blaming yourself.

Ndalo: The thing is I can tell you are mad and

I’m worried about what you are going to do with
this anger. If you are going to be mad at Mandla
being my past, be mad at me too because I was
a willing participant. I knew exactly what I was
doing.
Scelo: Great! Now we have a psycho obsessing
over you and using my kids to lure you to his
sex parties!
Ndalo: Scelo…

Scelo: I don’t want to talk about this Ndalo. That

man will never bother you again and as much
as this is going to take a while for me to get
over, I promise that we are going to be fine.
Ndalo: What do you mean he won’t bother me
again? What did you do?
Scelo: Please put my food in the microwave, I
am going to take a shower.

SCELO
He lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as
the clock ticks away. It's 2am, and his mind is
racing with thoughts he can't shake.

Mandla's statement echoes in his mind,

haunting him. "Ndalo told me you have a big
dick... it'll make it more fun... and don't worry,
she can handle it."

Scelo's eyes squeeze shut, but the image of

Mandla's lifeless body flashes before him. He
can't escape the memory of the shattered glass
table, the blood pooling on the floor.

But it's not just Mandla's death that haunts him.

It's his lifestyle, the things he represented. The
things Ndalo was once a part of.
Scelo's mind tortures him with images of Ndalo,
sandwiched between men, her body used and
abused. He tries to push the thoughts away,
telling himself it's her past, that she's moved on.

But the doubts linger. Has she really left that life
behind? Is she happy with their sexual life? Is he
lacking?

Scelo throws off the covers and gets out of bed,

unable to bear the weight of his thoughts. He
pulls on his shorts and heads out of the
apartment, seeking refuge in the cool night air.

He makes his way to the parking lot, his feet

carrying him on autopilot. He lights a cigarette
and takes a long drag, feeling the nicotine
coursing through his veins.
The darkness surrounds him, but Scelo's mind
is still racing. He can't shake the feeling that
he's not enough for Ndalo, that she's hiding
secrets.

He takes another drag, the smoke curling into

the night air. Scelo feels lost, uncertain about
the woman he loves.

Is she truly his, or is she still trapped in her past?

The questions swirl in his mind, refusing to let

him find peace.

Scelo stands there, smoking, lost in his

thoughts, as the night wears on.
*
*
*

The morning sunlight streams through the

windows, illuminating the tense atmosphere in
the apartment. Scelo and Ndalo move silently,
preparing for work without a word. The silence
is loud and awkward, heavy with unspoken
thoughts.

Just as they're about to leave, a knock echoes

through the door.

Scelo opens it to reveal two police officers

standing alongside Anelisa, her face etched
with worry.
"Good morning," one officer says. "We're
investigating an incident involving Mandla. Ms.
Anelisa here found him unresponsive at his
apartment."

Ndalo's eyes widen.

"What happened?" Scelo asks.

Anelisa's voice trembles. "I couldn't reach him

all night, so I went to his place and... and found
him lying in a pool of blood."

The officer nods. "We're suspecting an

overdose, but Ms. Anelisa mentioned Mandla
told her about a dispute with Ndalo earlier that
day."
Ndalo's eyes flash.

"What are you insinuating?" Scelo asks.

The officer turns to Ndalo. "Can you tell us

where you were last night?"

Ndalo's voice remains calm. "I was home."

The officer shifts his attention to Scelo.

"And you, sir? Were you also home?"

Scelo clears his throat.

"Yes, I was home. Only went out to get pizza."

The officer raises an eyebrow.

"What time did you leave?"

Ndalo answers before Scelo can respond.

"He left around 6 pm."

The officer's eyes narrow.

"Is there a problem?" Ndalo asks.

The officer smiles.

"Not at the moment. But we advise you both not
to leave town."

With that, the officers depart with Anelisa.

Ndalo picks up her phone and dials a number.

"Thato, it's me," she says.

Scelo watches, his mind racing. Spha told him

cops won't find anything that will link him to this
but he is still unsettled.

"What's going on?" Thato's voice echoes

through the line.

Ndalo takes a deep breath.

"Mandla's dead. And the police just left."

"I'll be right there."

Ndalo hangs up and turns to Scelo.

"We need to talk.”

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 40

NDALO

Scelo puts his work bag on the table and sits

down while she stands and looks at him. What
did he do?

Ndalo: Babe…what happened?

Scelo: I am going to need you to be specific
with your question.
Ndalo: I mean when you left this house? What
transpired between you and Mandla?
Scelo: I went there, we spoke and things heated
up. I left and you called me to get the pizza.

Ndalo: In other words you didn’t kill him?

Scelo: That’s right.
Ndalo: Scelo…
Scelo: If there is nothing else, I would love to
leave for work.
Ndalo: Okay, I will wait for Thato.
She says with a huge lump on her throat and
holds her tears, he pushes his chair and walks
up towards her.

He pulls her into his chest, wraps his arms

around her and plants a kiss on her forehead
while brushing her back. Tears stream down her
face and she lets them.

Scelo: I love you, nothing in this world will ever

stop or change that.
Ndalo: I love you too, I just don’t like this
tension between us.
Scelo: It’s part of relationships' ups and downs,
we will be fine.
Ndalo: How come when you don’t want to talk?
Scelo: I will talk to you when I am ready. I
promise.

Ndalo: Are you safe though, from this whole

thing? I don’t want you to go to prison.
Scelo: I won’t go to prison.
Ndalo: Okay.
Scelo: Let me go, please update me what Thato
says.
Ndalo: I will. Are you still taking Imi to meet her
grandmother later?

Scelo: I completely forgot about that, thank you.

Yes I will take her because she is excited, I can’t
disappoint her.
Ndalo: Okay. Drive safely and try to have a great
day.
Scelo: You too baby.
They share a small passionate kiss, he pulls
away from the embrace and picks his things
walking out of the house.

Phew, that was tense but at least he still says

he loves her and that means there is still hope
for their relationship.

She decides to browse through social media

and Mandla’s passing is already trending,
thanks to Anelisa who posted about it.

Thato arrives and she briefs her about what has

happened according to her knowledge and
suspicions while she writes down everything.

Thato: Well if the cops suspect overdose then it

means the scene didn’t give them enough
evidence to state otherwise so I think you can
relax on that but I’ll do a follow up and have my
PI look into it in case we need to prepare. I don’t
condone violence but I’m glad Mandla is dead,
he was such a pest.

Ndalo: I am also relieved he is gone but the

damage he left behind is big. My man is angry, I
could feel it in his breathing that he is trying his
best to remain calm.

I see it in his eyes that he is hurt and he doesn’t

look at me the same.

Thato: Give him time and space to process

everything. It might have been a past but it’s all
new to him and you know men and their ego.
This is why I was against him knowing the
details of your past. I would recommend
therapy as a couple so that you both can deal
with this.

Ndalo: Thanks friend, I will start looking and

suggest it to him.
Thato: (smiling) I have never seen you this
scared of losing a man, you are always ready to
move on and be in another relationship. You
must really love him.

Ndalo: I really do, he is the best thing to ever

happen to me and if I knew that I would end up
with a guy like him, I would have waited.

Thato: I believe he loves you too, you just need

to be patient with each other. Love is not
perfect and the people you see celebrating 10
years in marriages they go through shit similar
or worse than this. Nizoba right.
Ndalo: Thank you for being here, friend.
Thato: Always baby.

They share a tight hug and she brushes off

Thato's pregnancy bumpy talking to the baby
about how she can’t wait to meet him/her and
be the cool aunt.

Thato leaves first while she remains behind to

fix her makeup and change her top because it’s
messed up by foundation from her tears.

SCELO
He sits at his desk, staring blankly at his
computer screen as he tries to focus on the
task at hand. His mind keeps wandering back to
the events of the previous night, and this
morning. The weight of his conscience bears
down on him.

He has no doubt that Spha took care of the

situation, erasing any evidence of his presence
at Mandla's apartment. But the memory of
Mandla's lifeless body, and the thoughts of
Ndalo's past, continue to haunt him.

Just as Scelo is starting to feel like he's

drowning in his thoughts, Naledi, his mentor,
approaches him with a warm smile.

Naledi: Hey, Scelo, how are you doing today?

Scelo: ( forces a smile onto his face) I'm fine,
thanks.

Her eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn't push

the issue. Instead, she places a file in front of
him.

Naledi: Can you take a look at this? It needs

your attention.

He nods, grateful for the distraction.

Naledi: And remember, I'm here if you want to

talk.

Naledi adds, and he swallows, feeling a lump

form in his throat.
Scelo: Naledi, can I ask you something? It’s kind
of personal so….

Naledi: Of course, ask away.

Scelo: How long have you been married?

Naledi: (smiling) Eleven years now. We met

when we were young and built an empire
together. Is there someone special in your life?

Scelo: (weak smile) Yes. There is. And I'd love

to marry her.
Naledi: But?
Scelo: (sighs) Things are complicated, I just
discovered some stuff that unsettles me. My
mind is racing.

Naledi: Does that “stuff" involve her?

Scelo: Yes.
Naledi: That's what destroys relationships.
Don't let fear and doubt creep in. Communicate
openly with your partner.

Scelo: I don’t know and a part of me is scared to

go there, go deep because I don’t know if I can
handle it or believe her for what she says.
Naledi: Then you need to have strength for that
honest conversation. Don't assume the worst.
Give her the benefit of the doubt.

Scelo: Thanks, Naledi.

Naledi: (smiling) Anytime. I will leave you to it.

BABALWA

Her face lights up as Scelo walks into Brio, his

former workplace, with Imi by his side. She sets
aside her worries and smiles, getting up to hug
them tightly.

Babalwa: Hey, you guys really came.

Scelo and Babalwa exchange warm greetings,

and Scelo introduces Imi to her grandmother.
Her eyes well up as she hugs Imi tightly.

Babalwa: Thank you for bringing her to see me,

Scelo. She's a carbon copy of Zoleka.
He smiles slightly, nodding in agreement. She
composes herself and they sit down.

Scelo: How are you doing, Babalwa?

She is taken aback by the question but answers

honestly,

Babalwa: I'm not okay, Scelo. Things have been

tense between Mthembu and me.
Scelo: That makes two of us.
Babalwa: What do you mean?
Scelo: Just some personal stuff. What’s the
matter between you and your husband?
Babalwa: (sighs) I think Mthembu is cheating
on me. He denies it, of course, but I know
something's off. There's no practical proof, but...

Scelo's eyebrow rises and she sighs, turning to

Imi with a wide smile.

Babalwa: Today's focus is my lovely

granddaughter, I don’t want to bring my
sadness into this date.

He nods and Imi smiles, holding her hands.

Scelo: Why don't you hack his phone to find

evidence?

He asks out of the blue and she looks at him,

his face drops in regret.
Scelo: I didn't mean to say that out loud, I'm
sorry.
Babalwa: No it’s fine, you are coming with a
solution to my problems that keeps me awake
at night. Tell me more.

To be continued.
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CHAPTER 41

SCELO

Why did he let his intrusive thoughts out loud?

Now Babalwa looks interested and it doesn’t
look good, he doesn’t want to be held
responsible for whatever she may find.
Scelo: Babalwa, please accept my apologies, I
shouldn’t have said that. This meeting is about
Iminathi and the two of you getting to know
each other. Let us not ruin it and I honestly
don’t think you are ready for the truth.

Babalwa: (sighs) I guess you are right. How are

you managing the kids while working at the club
and waiting tables?

Scelo: I got a new job which offers me more

flexibility but before that, I honestly planned my
things well. I can say I am good with planning.
Now I have my girlfriend who assists me with
the kids as well.

Babalwa: I see and congratulations on your new

job. Your girlfriend sounds like a great person to
be able to accept you with 3 kids and love them.

Scelo: She really is an amazing person.

Babalwa: I know it’s too soon to say this but we
are here now Scelo. You don’t have to bear the
weight of raising Iminathi alone. Let us help and
give you a break. I don’t mean this in a way of
buying her love or something.

Scelo: I understand. I am trying my best to be

open about this and let’s just see how it goes
but thank you.
Babalwa: (looking at Imi with a smile) She is a
well mannered child, you did a great job. I hope
one day you will allow her to visit us and meet
other family members.
Scelo: One step at a time.
Babalwa: Of course.

She turns her attention to Iminathi and they

chat the entire hour while he just watches and
takes videos and pictures of Imi and her
grandmother.

After eating and paying, they part ways and

Babalwa gives Imi three two hundred notes,
saying each note is for Imi and the other
children. He smiles and appreciates her for
acknowledging that Imi has other siblings.

Scelo: Did you have fun today?

He asks as soon as they get into his car, putting

on her seatbelt.
Iminathi: Yes daddy, my stomach is full.
Scelo: Yes angithi you were eating whatever
knowing I can’t scold you in front of your
grandmother.
Iminathi: (laughing) Sorry daddy. Are we going
home?
Scelo: Today you will be at daddy’s house with
your aunty.
Iminathi: Okay.

She turns her focus to her tablet while he thinks

of the night ahead. Without the kids, he plans
on seeing Ndalo and talking to her.

He misses her and hates the tension between

them. With the cops receiving a doctor’s report
that confirms Mandla’s overdose, he can finally
breathe.
His phone rings, it’s Spha. He disconnects it
from the car speaker and answers.

Scelo: Brother.
Spha: Hey, I saw the news and I hope you are
now relieved.
Scelo: I am, thanks again for pulling through.
Spha: Anytime. Don’t forget to cleanse.
Scelo: Snap, I forgot about that, thanks.
Spha: Sure sure.

The call ends and he sighs. There is no seeing

Ndalo tonight, he has to come up with an
excuse for her so that he can take care of this
cleansing thing.
As much as he is a christian, he is still an
African and he also needs time to pray and ask
God for forgiveness and guidance. He had no
intentions of killing Mandla, all he wanted was
to send a warning to him and then boom. He
was gone with only one punch.

NDALO

She sits alone in her apartment on this Friday

evening, feeling drained after a long day at work.
The past three days have been challenging, not
seeing Scelo and understanding the tension
between them. She told herself to give him
space, waiting patiently for him to reach out.

Comforted by his responses to her calls and

messages, she knows he still cares. Mandla's
funeral is tomorrow, and she hopes that with
his passing, the drama will also be laid to rest.

In front of the TV, surrounded by snacks, junk

food, and wine, she binge-watches Tyler Perry's
new show, "Beauty in Black." The characters'
actions make her reflect on her past, cringing at
the memories.

Just as she's engrossed in the show, a knock at

the door breaks the silence. Pausing the TV,
she gets up to answer it.

Scelo stands before her, and without hesitation,

she throws herself into his arms. They hold
each other tightly for several minutes, the
tension melting away. She sniffles, her voice
trembling.
Ndalo: I missed you.

Scelo: I missed you too, love.

Ndalo: How are the kids?

Scelo: They're fine. I left them with the nanny.

She nods, pulling away from the hug and leads

Scelo back to the lounge.

Ndalo: I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't

cook.

Scelo: That's okay, I've eaten.

She smiles and they sit down, he takes her hand
in his.

Scelo: I'm sorry, I know I've been distant.

Ndalo: Do you hate me?

Scelo: Of course not. Why would I hate the best
thing to ever happen to me?
Ndalo: Then what it is that bothers you. Please
be honest.
Scelo: (sighs) I don’t know how to put it or to
start.
Ndalo: Okay. How about we start with how you
feel after knowing all those things about me.

Scelo: Look, I get that it’s your past and that you
were young and all but I can’t help but wonder
how did you get to do those things?

Ndalo: Okay. It started when Mandla introduced

me to our first 3sum. It was me, another girl
and him. He made sure that we were drunk and
really intoxicated, the girl that joined us was
experienced, she knew her stuff and he made
me watch them getting it on each other before
the girl came to me.

It was wild, fascinating and different but that

experience birthed more of that kind of sex.
Normal sex between the two of us became
boring without other people so it became a
habit that everytime we were together, another
girl or guy would be present as well.

My parents raised me well, all that I did was

because I wanted to please him and got
addicted in the process. He got an opportunity
out of the country and I guess that’s how I got
rehabilitated.

He would come once or twice a year and we

would link up. When he disappeared for 3 years,
I closed that chapter and moved on.

Scelo: Do you miss that life?

Ndalo: No, I don’t. I really mean it by that. It was
a phase that I am over it.
Scelo: Okay. My worry is not satisfying you or
not meeting that guy's standard’s of freakiness.

Ndalo: There is no way you will never satisfy me

Shenge and please do not torture or compare
yourself to that.
I am happy here with you and if ever you feel
like experiencing it, let me know so that we can
do it together. It would hurt me if you go explore
it behind my back.

Scelo: I have no interest in sleeping with

someone else or have you sleep with someone
else in my presence.

My focus now is to marry you and raise our kids

together while travelling the world and creating
beautiful memories.
Ndalo: And I want that too babe. We can do
things like clubbing, going to an adult store.
Scelo: (smiling) That I could do.

Her smile widens as she climbs onto Scelo's

thighs, spreading her hips across him and
sitting comfortably on top. Her arms wrap
around his neck, pulling his face closer for a
kiss.

Scelo meets her halfway, his lips crashing

against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His arms
encircle her waist, holding her firm as their
tongues dance together.

Ndalo feels Scelo's desire pressing against her

through his pants, his need evident. She smiles
mischievously, shifting slightly to unzip his
pants.

Scelo: Ndalo…

He whispers, his voice husky with desire.

Ndalo: I want you.

She replies, her voice barely audible and pulls

out his length, her fingers wrapping around it.
Scelo's eyes close, his head tilting back in
pleasure. She guides him to her entrance,
slowly lowering herself onto him. They both
gasp as he fills her completely.

Ndalo: Ah, Scelo.

She moans, her arms tightening around his

neck. His hands grasp her hips, moving her in
rhythm with his own.

Scelo: I've missed this.

He whispers and her lips brush against his ear.

Ndalo: I've missed you.

Their bodies move in perfect sync, their love

making intense and passionate with him
thrusting underneath and her riding and
grinding on top of his dick. As they climax
together, Ndalo's voice echoes through the
room.

Ndalo: Scelo!

His arms wrap tighter around her, holding her

close.
Scelo: Ndalo, my love.

Their hearts beating as one, they reach an

explosive climax that leaves both of them
trembling. As they catch their breath, Ndalo
smiles.

Scelo: I love you.

Ndalo: I love you too.

Their lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss and she

passes out in his arms.

Scelo: I would love for you to meet my mother…

To be continued. ...
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[06/11, 08:46] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 42

NDALO

She is up in the kitchen singing and jamming to

a song while making the hotel breakfast for her
man. She is happy, her man is back and they
talked and sexed each other so well.

She doesn’t remember when and how she got

to bed and that could only mean one thing: she
was dicked good. For that reason, her man
deserves a King breakfast.
He walks in just as she finishes dishing up and
they exchange warm greetings over a tight hug
and kisses. They sit down and say grace before
digging in.

Scelo: This tastes so good.

Ndalo: I’m glad it does, I gave it my all. How did
you sleep?
Scelo: I slept well, with you in my arms.

She blushes and clears her throat, he looks up.

Ndalo: Babe, you said you want me to meet

your mother.
Scelo: So you did hear that part?
Ndalo: I did hear you but I was not sure if it was
orgasms talking or you were being serious.
Scelo: I was being serious. I would like for you
to meet my mother soon, actually the rest of my
family.

Ndalo: Oh wow, okay. I would like to meet them.

Scelo: Soon. I am just fixing a few things at
home and my siblings will pull up to see the
new addition of the Buthelezi family member.
After that we will get married and buy you a
beautiful house and have lots of children.

Ndalo: (smiling) Lots of children you say?

Scelo: Do you want to have a child?
Ndalo: I do but only 1. A boy maybe, to balance
the gender in the house.
Scelo: I agree. So does that mean you are going
to take out the depo? Or do you want us to wait
a bit before having a child?
Ndalo: I am turning 29 soon. I would really love
to have my first born before or at 30 so yes. As
soon as you send the cows to my father’s kraal,
I am taking it off.
Scelo: (smiling) Music to my ears, the kids will
love having a new sibling.

Ndalo: Speaking about them, how are they

doing?
Scelo: They are fine, Imi met with her granny
and they are hitting it off. I didn’t bring them
with me because I want this weekend to be just
about us with no interruptions.

Ndalo: (smiling) Okay. Maybe we can have

some dinner later? There is this new restaurant
I want to try.
Scelo: (shaking) You are always trying
restaurants my love. Where is it?

Ndalo: It’s in Pretoria. I can ask Thato and her

husband to join us if you don’t mind.
Scelo: That’s fine, the more the merrier right?
Ndalo: (kissing him) Thank you babe. I will call
and let her know.

They finish their breakfast and he does the

dishes while she cleans the place. After sorting
out the house, they head to the shower and
wash their bodies while pleasuring each other.

Ndalo: What are we going to do now that we

have the whole day to ourselves?
Scelo: Pick a series to watch, cook and plan our
wedding. I will take our cars for a wash later
before the dinner date.
Ndalo: (smiling) Okay baby, I will go make
popcorn.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

As Scelo navigates his sleek, black sedan

through the winding roads, he couldn't help but
notice the subtle tremble of Ndalo’s hands. She
is nervous, and rightfully so – they are about to
meet his family for the first time. The kids,
buckled up in the backseat, chats excitedly,
oblivious to the tension building in the air.

Ndalo's gaze darts to the rearview mirror, her

eyes scanning her reflection. She smoothes out
her dress, a vibrant, African print that hugs her
curves in all the right places, and adjusts the
delicate silver necklace resting on her
collarbone. Scelo reaches out, his hand
covering hers.

Scelo: You look amazing, babe. My family will

love you.

Ndalo's lips curl into a grateful smile, but her

eyes betray her anxiety. She checks her dress
again, ensuring everything is in place.

As they pull up to the family home, a warm,

golden light spills from the windows, beckoning
them inside. Bongiwe, Scelo's younger sister,
flings open the door, her bright smile
welcoming.
She greets them, embracing Ndalo with open
arms. Musa, Scelo's elder brother, and Londeka,
his big sister, follow suit, their faces radiant
with genuine warmth.

Musa: Finally we get to meet the woman who

tamed my brother.

He says smiling and Scelo nudges him, they

laugh.
Londeka: Welcome home sister, please come
inside.

She leads her to the freshly painted and

decorated house where Scelo’s mother sits on
her wheelchair with a knitted jersey that she is
working on. Her eyes narrow as she takes in
Ndalo's polished appearance. Ndalo smiles and
kneels before her greeting with Scelo next to
her.

Ndalo: Greetings Ma, I am happy to finally meet

you.
Scelo: Mother, meet your future daughter in law,
Ndalonhle Zungu.

Deliwe: Zungu you say? That means you are a

Zulu girl…

She says, her tone tinged with an unmistakable

hint of scepticism. Ndalo nods in agreement
and Deliwe's gaze lingers on Ndalo's hair, her
voice dripping with sarcasm.

Deliwe: That weave of yours is quite...long. How

do you manage to cook with all that hair getting
in the way?

The room falls silent, but Scelo swiftly

intervenes, guiding Ndalo toward the kitchen.
He leaves her in the hands of Bongiwe and
walks outside where Musa, Londeka's husband
Qhawe, and Bongiwe's baby daddy Lunga bond
over the sizzling meat on the braai, their
laughter carrying into the day.

Musa: You need to marry this woman, my

brother.

Lunga: I agree, before she comes back to

senses. I mean, she's a slay queen, and rich –

His words earn him a stern glance from the

other men.

Scelo: Let's focus on the meat.

Inside, Londeka walks to her mother's room,
where Deliwe is lying on the bed.

Londeka: Mama, what's wrong? Why are you so

sour when everyone's happy?

Deliwe: (sighs) It's not that I'm not happy,

Londeka. It's just...I didn't expect Scelo to bring
home someone like Ndalo.

Londeka: Someone like Ndalo? What do you

mean?

Deliwe: Look at her, Londeka – she's one of

those expensive girls. She will finish Scelo’s
money and his children won’t get anything.

Londeka: Mama, don't start. You chased us all

away from home, and now you're judging the
woman who brought Scelo back to us? Ndalo
works hard and doesn't leech off Scelo. Don't
chase Scelo away for good with your bitterness.

She says and walks away leaving her mother

and returning back to her sisters.

SCELO

He loves what is happening at the moment,

being with the love of his life and his family. It
feels great. He keeps on checking up on her and
she seems to have relaxed and have blended
well with the other ladies.

He takes a deep breath, the whiskey coursing

through his veins giving him the courage he
needs as he steps away from the fire to make a
call. He dials Mr. Zungu's number, his heart
racing with anticipation.

Zungu: Hello.
Scelo: Mr. Zungu, sir... it's Scelo.
Zungu: How are you, my boy?
Scelo: I'm well, sir. I... I wanted to speak with
you about something important.

Zungu: Go on.
Scelo: (taking another deep breath) Sir, I want to
ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. I want
to propose to Ndalo and spend the rest of my
life with her.

There is a pause on the other end of the line

before Mr. Zungu speaks up.

Zungu: Scelo, I'm delighted! You're a great

young man, and the little time I’ve known you
proved to me that you'd make a wonderful
partner for Ndalo. You have my full blessings,
and I wish you all the best.

Scelo: (breathing heavily) Thank you, sir! Thank

you so much!
Zungu: Remember, Scelo, treat my daughter like
the queen she is.
Scelo: I will, sir. I promise.
Zungu: I know you will. I will not tell her mother
until you propose because she might ruin the
surprise. You know how women are.

He says with a soft chuckle and Scelo let out a

triumphant whoop, pumping his fist in the air.
He retires to his room, the warm glow of the
bedside lamps enveloping him, illuminating the
serene space where Ndalo is wrapping up her
evening routine, the scent of freshly bathed skin
and subtle perfume lingering in the air.

With a gentle smile, Scelo approaches her.

Scelo: How are you finding your new home, and

everyone in it?

Ndalo: I love it here, and everyone has been

wonderful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that
your mother doesn't quite take to me.

His smile falters for an instant, his mind

flashing back to the subtle tensions he's
observed between the two women, but he
swiftly recovers, trying his best to not show the
disappointment or worry Ndalo.

Scelo: It's just her age catching up with her,

that's all. Don’t stress about her love. She is
happy for us.

He reassures Ndalo, his voice soothing, as he

opens his arms to envelop her. Ndalo nods,
seeming to accept his explanation, and together
they slip beneath the covers, their bodies
entwining as they snuggle close, the warmth of
their embrace a comforting refuge.
Scelo's thoughts are already drifting to Ndalo's
upcoming birthday getaway, the perfect
opportunity to pop the question and make her
his wife.

To be continued..
[06/11, 08:46] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 43

SCELO

He wakes up the next day feeling horrible from

drinking last night, his head is pounding and his
body feels sore. It’s not only the alcohol but
sleeping here still feels strange as he has been
gone for such a long time.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth,

he goes to the kitchen where Ndalo and his
sisters are already up and chatting up the storm.

Londeka: Look who is awake. Hey brother, how

did you sleep?
Scelo: Morning everyone. I slept okay I guess.
Hey baby, how are you?

He asks while kissing Ndalo and sits next to her

on the bench next to the stove.

Ndalo: I am fine, baby. Are you having a

hangover?
Scelo: My head is pounding.
Ndalo: I will get you some pills from my bag.
Scelo: Thank you Sthandwa sami, what would I
be without you?

She blushes getting up and walks to the

bedroom.

Bongiwe: You are so in love it’s cute.

Londeka: Very cute. I never thought I would see
this day coming. You settle down and actually
find someone who loves your kids the way they
love you. I haven’t been with her that long but I
can tell you now that if you fumble that, we will
kill you.

Bongiwe: We will definitely do that, take care of

her. Let me take this for mom so that she can
have her morning meds.
Scelo: I will take it to her.

Ndalo comes back with the pain killers, he gulps

them down and Bongiwe gives him a tray that
has a bowl of soft porridge and a glass of water.

He carries it to his mother’s bedroom and

knocks. She is awake and playing the radio
while trying to walk by herself.

Scelo: Mom, what are you doing? Are you trying

to hurt yourself?
Deliwe: Sitting on that chair is what makes my
joints even worse, I need to move around and
keep active.
Scelo: You can do that using your walking stick.
Here.
He says handing the stick to her, she sighs and
takes it, walks to the wheelchair and sits down.
He puts the tray on the table in front of her.

Deliwe: Thank you.

Scelo: How are you feeling this morning?
Deliwe: I am fine, happy to wake up to my house
full with my children and grandchildren.
Scelo: It’s nice isn’t it?

Deliwe: (smiling) A lot, I never thought this was

going to happen again after you all left.
Scelo: I am also happy to be back and be under
one roof with my siblings and watch our kids
bond as cousins. It’s sad though that this might
not last.
Deliwe: What do you mean?
Scelo: You were mean and rude to Ndalo
yesterday for no reason. I didn’t want to say
anything at the time because I didn’t want to
appear rude.

Especially in front of her. I am calm now and

want to ask you what was that about? What did
Ndalo do to you to react that way?
Deliwe: She didn’t do anything and I was wrong
for having that impression of her.

Scelo: You are apologising to the wrong person

and mom, it would be so sad for us to go back
to that space of not talking to each other again
because of your bitterness.

I will not stand my partner being mistreated nor

will I force you to love her.

I understand that not everyone will like her

because she is not money but I expected better
from you as my mother after I told you how she
loves me.

The least you can do is respect and be civil

towards her, that’s all.

Deliwe: Oh Scelo bakithi, must you be this harsh

so early in the morning? I didn’t really mean to
offend her or you. I was just taken aback by her
appearance, she looks like a doll.
Scelo: This is the 21st century, women take
care of themselves and I love her looking like a
doll. Enjoy your breakfast.
He walks out of the door and heads back to his
room where he finds Ndalo making the bed.

Scelo: Wow babe, not you already making the

bed. What if I want to go back to sleep?
Ndalo: (chuckling) No you won’t. Everyone is
awake and you need to take a bath so that we
can have breakfast.
Scelo: You are so strict.

She laughs and he plants a kiss on her forehead.

Scelo: I can’t wait for us to be back at our place

so that I can have this.

He says squeezing her bums and she giggles

shyly. He leaves her and heads to the bathroom.
While waiting for the water to fill the tub, he
chats with Spha about his plans and tells him to
get on that diet soon so that his best man suit
can fit him.

ZOLEKA

Themba is taking a shower getting ready for

work while she prepares breakfast for him. It’s
been a bliss since they relocated and to their
luck, they managed to secure well paying jobs.

That way the money they stole from their

fathers is saved for rainy days and for more
vacations.

She works from home while Themba goes to

the office everyday. When they tell you to study
and get that degree, don’t be defensive and say
‘it’s just a piece of paper’ because through that
piece of paper, they have been able to secure
jobs. Get that certificate, diploma and degree.

As happy and at peace she is here, her heart

has been betraying her the past few days. She
saw a scan picture Sethu sent Themba as a
pregnancy update and since then, she hasn’t
been okay.

Everything she has worked so hard to bury and

forget about is coming back like floods.

It’s messing her up so badly and her mother's

whatsapp status update the other day with Imi
didn’t help her.
A part of her yearns to reach out, to hold her
daughter in her arms but more than anything, to
tell her that she is sorry and loves her. Yes, she
loves her daughter.

Themba: Is the breakfast ready? I am afraid I’m

running late.
Zoleka: Damnit!

She says running to remove the pan from the

stove, the eggs are burned. Her mind has been
so preoccupied she didn’t see it happening.

Themba walks up to her, removes the cloth

from her hand and turns her around to face him.

Themba: Love, are you okay?

Zoleka: I am fine.
Themba: No you are not. You have been tossing
and turning at night these days. What bothers
you? We promised each other that we won’t
have secrets and no lies anymore so please talk
to me.
Zoleka: I don’t know where to start.
Themba: Start anywhere you feel comfortable.

She sighs and pulls a chair to sit down, he does

the same as well.

Zoleka: I just miss my baby.

She finally blurts it out, he doesn’t react as

dramatically as she expected him to after
saying that but instead, he holds her hand. A
tear escapes her eyes and she quickly wipes it
off.

Zoleka: I don’t know how to explain it but I really

do and I know it’s insane but…
Themba: It’s not insane and I understand. You
need to be kind to yourself to allow these
emotions to take place because you are human.

Your past mistakes don't deem you unfit to

experience and feel the way you feel. So what
are you going to do about it?
Zoleka: Nothing, it will go away after a few days
and I will be fine again.

Themba: Until it comes back 2 months later?

No Zoleka. I think it’s high time you stop
running and face the truth.
You are someone’s mom and no matter how
happy that child is where she is, she needs you.

Six years is bad but at least you can still fix it

while you still have a chance than her growing
up to resent you.
Zoleka: (sniffling) Even if I want to try, where do
I begin?

Themba: From you babe, you need to decide

and when you do stick to it and be ready for
whatever that decision brings.

If this is what you want to do for the rest of your

life then sure but if you want to try and be back
into that child’s life, be prepared to be PRESENT.

Like our therapist said the other day when we

spoke to my unborn baby and our marriage. It
would really make me happy if you also made
an effort for your child.

I know this isn’t about me but I won’t lie and say

it doesn’t or won’t bother me to be present in
my child’s life while you aren’t.
Zoleka: I hear you and like always, you are right.
I just don’t know where to start navigating this.

Themba: Whatever you decide, I will be with you.

Zoleka: Thank you.
Themba: (checking his watch) Okay babe, I
have to go. I will grab something on the way.

He plants a kiss on her mouth and grabs his

bag walking away, something erupts inside her
stomach forcing her to run to the bathroom.
She gets on her knees and vomits all the green
smoothie she had this morning. Themba’s new
cologne doesn’t really smell nice, he must
change it.

NARRATED

As Ndalo and Scelo arrive in Mpumalanga for

her birthday celebration, the breathtaking vista
of the Sabi Sabi Earth Lodge unfolds before
them, nestled amidst the lush bushveld and
majestic acacia trees.

The lodge's sleek, modern architecture blends

seamlessly into the natural surroundings,
exuding an aura of luxury and tranquillity.
Ndalo's eyes widen in awe as Scelo takes her
hand, leading her through the spacious lobby,
where floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the
stunning views.

Scelo: Welcome to paradise.

He whispers, his eyes shining with excitement,

as they approach the reception area. Ndalo
squeezes his hand, her voice barely above a
whisper.

Ndalo: This is breathtaking, love. You've

outdone yourself.

Their private villa, tucked away in a secluded

corner of the lodge, boasts a private pool,
outdoor shower, and an unobstructed view of
the surrounding wilderness.
She gasps as she steps into the lavish space,
her gaze drifting from the plush king-size bed to
the spacious bathroom, where a fragrant
bouquet of roses awaits.

He smiles, relieved that she's delighted.

Scelo: Make yourself at home, my love.

As they freshen up, Ndalo emerges from the

shower, her skin glowing, and her hair wrapped
in a plush towel. Scelo can't help but steal
glances, his heart swelling with affection. They
dress quickly, eager to experience the lodge's
renowned cuisine.

At the lodge's restaurant, Amani, they're greeted

by their waiter, Sam, who welcomes them with a
warm smile. "Right this way, please. We have a
special table prepared for you."

As they peruse the menu, Ndalo's eyes sparkle

with excitement.

Ndalo: Everything looks divine. What do you

recommend?

Sam suggests the grilled impala medallions and

pan-seared linefish, both signature dishes.
Scelo orders the impala, while Ndalo chooses
the linefish. They share a bottle of chilled
Sauvignon Blanc, and as Sam departs, Scelo
reaches across the table, taking Ndalo's hand.

Scelo: You look stunning tonight.

Hee says, his voice low and husky. She blushes,
her eyes locked on him.
Ndalo: You don't look so bad yourself.

As they wait for their meal, Scelo's palms grow

slightly damp, his nerves beginning to surface.
He sips his water, attempting to calm his racing
heart. Ndalo notices.

Ndalo: Babe, are you okay? You seem a

bit...flustered.

He forces a smile. "

Scelo: I'm fine, just a bit warm. Must be the

wine.
Ndalo's gaze lingers, but she lets it slide,
focusing on the tranquil atmosphere. Their
meal arrives, and the aromas wafting from their
plates are intoxicating. The first bite of impala
melts in Scelo's mouth, while Ndalo raves about
the tender linefish.

As they savour their dinner, Scelo's nervous

energy dissipates, replaced by gratitude. He
sets his fork down, his eyes locking onto
Ndalo's.

Scelo: From the moment I met you, Ndalo, I

knew you were different. Your kindness, your
patience, your love for my children...it's been a
gift. I never thought I'd find someone who'd love
and appreciate me for who I am, flaws and all. I
will forever thank Spha for dragging me into
that party when you and I connected.

Her expression softens, her voice barely above

a whisper.

Ndalo: You deserve all the love in the world,

Scelo. You're an amazing father, and an
incredible partner.

Scelo: You make me feel seen, heard, and loved

in ways I never thought possible. My children
adore you, and I...I adore you. You're my rock,
my safe haven.

Ndalo's eyes shine, her fingers intertwining with

his. Scelo takes a deep breath, his heart
pounding in anticipation. The moment of truth
approaches, and he knows his life is about to
change forever.

Sam returns with a wide smile, he presents the

pièce de résistance: a decadent chocolate lava
cake, adorned with a delicate edible flower.
What catches Ndalo's attention is the message
etched into the chocolate plate, in elegant,
swirling script:

"Ndalo, will you marry me?"

Her eyes widen, and her gaze snaps up to meet

Scelo's. He's no longer seated across from her;
instead, he's on his knees, his eyes shining with
emotion, a small velvet box open in his hand.
The diamond solitaire within sparkles, casting a
tiny rainbow on the tablecloth.
Ndalo's half-scream of surprise morphs into a
joyous gasp, her hands flying to her mouth.
Tears well up in her eyes as she takes in the
scene before her. Scelo's face, etched with
hope and adoration, is the most beautiful sight
she's ever seen.

Sam discreetly retreats, leaving the couple to

their magical moment.

Scelo: MaZungu, I am not good with words but

one thing I know for sure is that you light up my
world, and my children's. You make our family
whole. I don’t ever want to live without you. Will
you do me the greatest honour of becoming my
wife?"

Ndalo's nod is almost imperceptible, but Scelo

sees it. He removes the ring from the box, his
fingers trembling slightly as he slides it onto her
finger. The fit is perfect, the diamond glinting in
the soft light.

Ndalo: Oh my God, this is perfect. I love it! I will

marry you!

As Ndalo wraps her arms around Scelo's neck,

pulling him close, the restaurant's patrons erupt
into applause, their faces beaming with delight.
Scelo rises, lifting Ndalo with him, their lips
meeting in a tender, passionate kiss.

The world around them dissolves, leaving only

the two of them, suspended in this moment of
pure bliss. Sam reappears, bearing a chilled
bottle of champagne and two flutes.
"Congratulations, sir! Madam!" He pours the
bubbly, and Scelo hands Ndalo a glass.
"To forever," Scelo whispers, his eyes locked on
hers.

"To forever," Ndalo echoes, her voice barely

audible.

As they sip their champagne, basking in the

glow of their engagement, the stars begin to
twinkle above, witness to the promise they've
made.

Scelo's fingers intertwine with Ndalo's, the

diamond on her finger sparkling like a beacon
of their love.

Scelo: Mine.
Ndalo: (smiling) Yours.

The night unfolds like a dream, with laughter,

tears, and whispers of forever. As the
champagne's final bubbles dissipate, Scelo's
eyes never leave Ndalo's, the air thick with
anticipation.

Hand in hand, they stroll back to their villa, the

star-studded night sky mirroring the twinkling
emotions within.
Inside, the soft glow of candles and dim lighting
envelops them, casting a sensual ambiance.
Scelo's fingers trace the contours of Ndalo's
face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

With tender urgency, Scelo's lips claim hers, the

kiss deepening as they surrender to their
passion. Their clothes slip away, discarded in
the rush of desire, leaving them bare, vulnerable,
and free.

Scelo's hands roam Ndalo's curves,

worshipping her body, as hers explore the
contours of his chest, tracing the ridges of his
muscles.

Their bodies entwine, moving in perfect

harmony, a symphony of love and desire. Every
touch ignites a flame, every kiss fuels the
passion. The room dissolves, leaving only the
sensation of skin on skin, heart beating against
heart.

As they make love, the intensity builds, their

whispers and moans intertwining like the
threads of a rich tapestry. Scelo's lips brush
against Ndalo's ear, his words a gentle caress.
"I love you, now and forever."

Ndalo's response is a soft mewl, her nails

digging gently into his back, pulling him deeper.
"Forever, my love."

Their climax unfolds like a sunrise, radiant and

breathtaking, leaving them entwined, spent, and
blissful. In the afterglow, Scelo's fingers lazily
circle Ndalo's navel, his eyes locked on hers.

Scelo: Is there something you are hiding from

me?
Ndalo: Actually there is. I got you the job you
have.
Scelo: I suspected it.
Ndalo: And you?

Scelo: (sighs) That night when we argued after

Mandla threatened you, I went to see him and
an argument broke out between us. I killed him.
I wanted to warn him to stay away from you and
my children. It was an accident.
Ndalo: I know baby. I am glad you killed him.

She says and silence falls between them as

they pass out in each other’s arms.

To be continued
[06/11, 08:46] T: FOREVER LOVE

CHAPTER 44
NDALOENHLE

As morning sunlight filters through the villa's

floor-to-ceiling windows, Ndalo stirs, her eyes
fluttering open to gaze at the stunning diamond
on her finger.

She can't help but squeal, sitting up in bed, and

admiring the ring's sparkle. Scelo sleeps
peacefully beside her, a gentle smile on his lips.

Ndalo carefully slips out of bed, grabbing her

phone to capture the moment. She snaps
photos of the ring from every angle, the
morning light dancing across its facets.

A few taps on her screen, and the images are

sent to her best friend, Thato, accompanied by
a text: "He asked and I said yes!"

Next, she calls her parents' number, her heart

racing with excitement. They answer the phone
and put it on a loudspeaker.

MaCele: Good morning my beautiful daughter.

Ndalo: A very good morning indeed parents. I

have some exciting news!
MaCele: We call tell by the excitement in your
voice. What is it?
Ndalo: I'm engaged!

MaCele's ululation fills the line

Zungu: Finally. Congratulations, Ndalo. Second

time's the charm. We're happy for you.

Ndalo: (giggling) Dad, you knew, didn't you?

Zungu: Well, Scelo called to ask for my
blessings, my child. I am pleased he's made you
happy.

MaCele: I can’t believe you hid this from me

Zungu!
Zungu: (laughing) You know your chest was hit
by a horse, you can’t keep a secret.
Ndalo: Dad, you're in trouble!
MaCele: What a way to celebrate your birthday
my angel, I am so happy for you hai bo!

Ndalo: Me too mama and I am positive that this

engagement will end at the altar.
Zungu: Treat that man well Ndalo, he loves you
the way I love your mother.
Ndalo: I know dad and thank you for the
blessings. I have to go, chat later.

The call ends with warm congratulations and

promises to celebrate soon. Ndalo beams,
posting the ring photos on her social media
accounts, accompanied by a heartfelt caption:
"Forever with my love."

She goes back to the room and shakes him up.

He stirs, stretching his arms above his head.

Scelo: Good morning, fiancée.

Ndalo: (smiling, snuggling beside him) Good
morning, future husband.
Scelo: What would you like to do today?

Ndalo: The villa offers a game drive, a spa, and

a private picnic. Or we could relax by the pool.

She says paging the brochure that is placed on

the bedside table.

Scelo: Let's do the game drive, followed by a

picnic.
Ndalo: Sounds perfect to me.
Scelo: When are you going home?
Ndalo: I am not sure. Why do you ask?
Scelo: I want to give you the letter to give your
father.
Ndalo: (smiling) Oh for that? I can even go as
soon as we leave this place.
He laughs. Like genuinely laughing with his
baritone creeping into the laughter and she just
looks at him and smiles.

Scelo: I should have married you sooner if I

knew this was going to be your reaction.
Ndalo: I have been Ndaloenhle Zungu for 29
years now, I can’t wait to be Mrs Buthelezi.
Scelo: (holding her hands into his) MaZungu
Buthelezi, sounds just about right.
Ndalo: Let’s go shower so that we don’t miss
breakfast.

BABALWA

She settles into her plush armchair, expertly

painting a vibrant coral onto her toenails. The
soothing scent of nail polish and gentle hum of
the TV in the background create a cosy
atmosphere, perfect for a relaxing afternoon.
Her phone rings, shrill and insistent, breaking
the tranquillity.

She smiles as she sees Zoleka's name flashing

on the screen, quickly wiping off excess polish
before answering the video call Zoleka's radiant
face fills the screen, and Babalwa's heart swells
with love.

Zoleka: Hey Mom.

Babalwa: Mntanami, how are you?
Zoleka: I am good mom, how are you doing?
Babalwa: I’m good dear, just lazing around.
Zoleka: Where is dad?
Babalwa: He is somewhere around the house,
working.
Zoleka: Did you end up catching the person he
is cheating on you with?
Babalwa: Argh, I decided to let it go for my
sanity.
Zoleka: I see. When are you seeing Imi again,
Mom?

Babalwa: (smiling) Soon, my dear. I'm giving

Scelo a chance to celebrate his engagement
first.

Zoleka: Scelo's engaged?

Babalwa: Yes, I saw it on his WhatsApp status
earlier.
Zoleka: Oh wow... Congratulations to them!
Babalwa: They look so happy and I am happy
for them. He is a good young man who is doing
a great job with Imi.
Zoleka: He really is the best father, no doubt
about that.
Babalwa: You know, Zoleka, Imi reminds me so
much of you when you were young.

Zoleka's smile falters, and her expression turns

wistful. Babalwa notices the change.

Babalwa: What's wrong, my child?

Zoleka: I miss my daughter, Mom.

Babalwa's heart overflows with joy, praising

God silently as she raises her hand and closing
her eyes. Zoleka chuckles, her eyes rolling good
-naturedly.

Zoleka: Mom, don't be dramatic.

Babalwa: I can't help it. I long waited to hear
such words from you.
Zoleka: We'll be in the country soon, do you
think dad is still angry?
Babalwa: He is but nothing that he can’t forgive.
Zoleka: I was wondering if maybe you can taste
the waters by checking with Scelo if it’s
okay/possible to see Imi?
Babalwa: I will check with him but I don’t think
he will mind.

She turns when hearing footsteps, Mthembu is

going to their bedroom in a hurry.
Babalwa: Zoe my baby, let’s chat later va? I have
to go.

She drops the call and follows her husband, the

bedroom is empty but water is running in their
insuite bathroom. His phone is on top of the
bed.

She picks it up and there is a last unread

message from an unknown number that reads
“same time, same place.” Triggered, she asks
herself who is this and where the hell is he
going?

With the tap closing, she quickly exits the

bedroom and returns to her chair, pretending to
be busy with her nails until Mthembu shows up
dressed casually and smelling good.

Mthembu: I am going to step out for a few

hours to the office. I will be back.
Babalwa: Okay.

He kisses her cheeks and walks away. She

waits for his car to drive out and get up, walks
to her car and gets inside. She quickly dials the
tracker company and asks for her husband’s
car records, lying that their nephew stole the car
so they are trying to track it down.

NARRATED

Mthembu slips out of the house and arrives at

the cosy Guest House, nestled among lush
greenery. He parks discreetly and makes his
way to the pre-arranged room.

As he enters, Mziwoxolo greets him with a

warm smile, standing beside a beautifully set
table. The aroma of braaied meat and pap
wafts through the air, accompanied by the soft
clinking of ice in champagne flutes.

Mthembu: Wow, Mzi, you've outdone yourself.

Mziwoxolo: (chuckling) I can't take the credit. I
asked the ladies here to set it up.
Mthembu: What are we celebrating?

Mziwoxolo: (grinning) Just secured a massive

tender, worth millions. My team's been working
tirelessly and we can finally replace the loss we
encountered when our children took our money.
Excitement sparks in Mthembu's eyes. He lifts
his face, and Mziwoxolo's lips meet his in a
tender kiss. As they break apart, Mziwoxolo's
voice takes on a softer tone.

Mziwoxolo: Never thought I'd say this, but...I

missed you, Dabula.

Mthembu: Missed you too, Mzi.

They clink glasses, the champagne's

effervescence mirroring the bubbles of joy in
their hearts. As the champagne's final drops are
savoured, Mthembu's gaze locks onto
Mziwoxolo, the air thickening with anticipation.

Mthembu: Time to celebrate properly.

Without another word, they rise, their bodies
drawn together like magnets. Mthembu's hands
roam Mziwoxolo's chest, tracing the contours
of his muscles. Their lips clash, the kiss fierce
and passionate. Mthembu's dominance is
palpable, Mziwoxolo yielding to his touch.

Their clothes fall away, discarded in the rush of

desire. Mthembu's fingers wrap around his
shaft, hard and ready. He reaches for the
condoms on the nightstand, ripping open the
packet with his teeth.

Mthembu: Ready for me, Mzi?

He whispers, rolling on the condom. Mziwoxolo

nods, his eyes heavy with desire. Mthembu
gently bends him over, positioning himself.
Mziwoxolo's gap beckons, and Mthembu slides
in, filling him completely.

Mziwoxolo's moan echoes through the room as

Mthembu thrusts, quickening the pace. Their
bodies move in perfect sync, the tension
building. They explode in a loud, shuddering
orgasm. Recovering, they cling to each other,
hearts racing.

A knock at the door shatters the afterglow.

Mziwoxolo's eyes widen, panic setting in. He
whispers, hastily pulling up his underwear.

Mziwoxolo: Probably room service.

He approaches the door, sweat-drenched and

trembling.
Mziwoxolo: Who is it?

He asks, opening the door and the person

standing on the other side of the door makes
his heart jump straight to his throat.

Mziwoxolo: Babalwa, what are you doing here?

Babalwa: I could ask you the same. Where is my
husband?

She pushes him aside and enters, her eyes

landing on the naked Mthembu on the bed and
the used condom on the floor. She freezes.

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CHAPTER 45

NARRATED

The colour drains from her face but her voice

remains steady, but her eyes betray her. They
widen in horror as she takes in the scene before
her.

Babalwa: Mzi...what's going on?

She asks with a trembling voice, trying her best
to not fall as the two men rush to hold her and
help her sit on the couch. She refuses to sit on
the bed that they were busy in. This cannot be!
Dabula can’t even look her in the eyes.

Mziwoxolo: Babalwa, please—

Babalwa: How...how long?
Mthembu: Babalwa..
Babalwa: Stop calling my name and answer me,
damnit! All this while, this is what has been
happening?

Did you force our daughter to marry his son to

hide this nonsense?
Mziwoxolo: What? Babalwa, no. We didn’t plan
any of this. It just happened.
Babalwa: Oh so you found yourself naked and
on top of each other? You must think I am 12!
Who approached who with this idea?
Mthembu: I don’t think the details are
important…

Babalwa: Oh they are! I need to know. Was it

you Dabula, or did he approach you?
Mthembu: I did…
Babalwa: You did what?
Mthembu: Like he said, we didn’t plan it but I
was the one to make the first move.

She claps her hands and wipes her forehead.

Who could have thought that at the age of 55
and Dabula at 57 will be facing infidelity drama
with a man, worse their in-law?
Babalwa: All this time, I thought you were
cheating with a woman while it’s been a man all
along? Have you ever thought of us, your wives
and the children about how we are going to feel?
Actually, both of you are disgusting, you annoy
me.

Mziwoxolo: You need to calm down so that we

can talk about this properly.
Babalwa: Talk? What’s there to talk about? How
you bent your ashy ass for my husband to fuck
you?
Mthembu: Babalwa! I understand you are hurt
right now but there is no need to be rude.

Babalwa: (laughing) Hee thiza, you are even

defending him! Nyani zimnandi impundu…(the
ass must really be good.)
Mthembu: Okay that’s enough!
Babalwa: (yelling) You don’t cheat and get to
shout at me! Uphambene? That day at the
hospital where you gaslighted me about the
condom wrap, did you sneak out to have sex
with him!?

Mziwoxolo: Guys please, let us not raise our

voices. Think of the workers here and
remember we still have a reputation to uphold.
Babalwa: Reputation yokunuka! To hell with
your reputation.

She gets up from the couch and Mthembu tries

to stop her but she shoots her a dagger look
and he steps back.
Babalwa: Get out of my sight, both of you.

Tears streaming down her face, Babalwa flees

the room.

Mziwoxolo: Babalwa, wait!

Mthembu: Let her go.

He says, walking to the bed to sit down and the

room falls silent, heavy with the weight of
shattered secrets. Mziwoxolo returns to the bed
and sits next to him, both their heads facing
down.

Mziwoxolo: What now?

Mthembu: (sighs) We face the consequences.
Mziwoxolo: What do you mean to face the
consequences? My wife can’t find out about
this.
Mthembu: Oh so my marriage should end and
yours continue to prosper? Mzi, you know this
wasn’t just fun.

Mziwoxolo: I don’t know what you are talking

about but my wife shall never find out about
this. I don’t know how you will do it but put your
wife on the leash. I have worked so hard and
won’t lose everything because of this. Get her to
shut her mouth or I will.

He says and for once Mthembu is taken aback

by his bold statement and doesn’t have a come
back for it.

Mziwoxolo’s face shows that he means it and a

part of him is disappointed because he thought
Mzi felt the same about him and their thing.
With a heavy sigh, he nods.

Mthembu: I will talk to her.

Mziwoxolo: Now would be the perfect time
before she runs and talks to someone,
especially my wife.

*
*
*
Babalwa's hands shake as she packs her
clothes inside her suitcases that are lined up on
the bed. Tears are streaming down her face.
The door creaks open, and Mthembu enters, his
eyes fixed on her. His hands remain in his
pockets, his expression calm.
Mthembu: We need to talk.

He says and she scoffs, throwing clothes into

the suitcase.

Babalwa: Leave me alone. There's nothing to

talk about. I'm done.
Mthembu: (chuckling) You're being dramatic,
Babalwa.
Babalwa: I’m being dramatic? Are you serious?
What are you even doing here?
Mthembu: The last time I checked, this was still
my house too.
Babalwa: You have no right to be here.

He steps closer, his voice taking on a subtle

edge.

Mthembu: Do you really want to play the victim?

Run away because it suits you?
Babalwa: What are you talking about?
Mthembu: I stood by you through everything.
Supported you, did everything you wanted,
covered your sins and protected you even when
you were battling fertility issues. And now,
you're willing to throw it all away?

Babalwa: (wiping her tears) Are you threatening

me, Dabula?
Mthembu: (smirks) No, I'm asking you to calm
down, reconsider. Don't let your emotions rule.

Babalwa: You have no idea what I'm feeling.

Mthembu: Babalwa, stop packing. Let's discuss
this.
Babalwa: (laughing coldly) Discuss what? Your
infidelity? How great is his ass? Huh? You want
me to sit and listen to that?
His eyes flash with warning.

Mthembu: Keep your voice down. And don't tell

anyone about this, especially our children.
Babalwa: You're only worried about your
reputation? What about the trauma you have
put me through?
Mthembu: I'm thinking of our family's well-being!
Babalwa: You should have thought of that
before you decided to cheat!

She pauses, her chest heaving.

Babalwa: Zoleka is finally happy and at peace. I
won't ruin her happiness by telling her that her
father is sleeping with other men. That doesn’t
mean I will continue to stay here.

Mthembu: Babalwa, please—

Babalwa: Don't ask me to hide your secrets,
Dabula, I won't be your accomplice. Tell me
something, do you love him?
Mthembu: Let’s not go there.
Babalwa: Yeka, I already have an answer.
Please move out of the way, I need to load
these bags in the car.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Ndalo steps into the warmth of her family's
home, the scent of simmering stew and freshly
baked bread enveloping her like a hug. Her
mother, MaCele, beams as Ndalo hands her the
letter, Scelo's elegant script dancing across the
page.

MaCele ululates, a joyful cry that sends Ndalo's

father, Zungu, chuckling.

MaCele: My baby's getting married!

Ndalo's cheeks flush as she settles onto the
couch, surrounded by the familiar comforts of
her childhood home. Family photos adorn the
walls, telling stories of laughter and love shared
over the years.

MaCele: We'll need to start planning

immediately! I know just the right people for
decor and catering.

She says, having organised countless family

gatherings.

Ndalo: (clearing her throat) Mom, relax. We

have time.
MaCele: Time? Time flies, my child! We must
make this wedding unforgettable.

Ndalo: Dad, please don't overcharge Scelo's

family.
MaCele: Hai bo wena, what do you mean
overcharge? He must pay! We took you to
school and…
Ndalo: No disrespect Mom and Dad but that
was your job as a parent. I ask you guys nicely
to not charge him arm and leg, R50k is enough.
Scelo and I still have a life after the wedding.
Zungu: Alright my child, I have no intentions of
charging him an arm and leg. After all, we are
building a relationship.

Ndalo: Thank you dad and while on the topic,

Scelo and I have decided that we won’t have a
white wedding.

Just a lobola celebration where gifts will be

exchanged between the two families, sign and
have a very small intimate celebration to bless
the ring. So Ma, since I know that you will want
to invite the whole community, do it on the day
of Umembeso.
MaCele: (clapping her hands) Ai bo Ndalo, what
kind of wedding is this? What about traditions
and other family members who will want to see
you get married?

Ndalo: Like I said Ma, we have kids and a future

to worry about. We don’t have money to feed
people who don’t know us. I’m sorry, we will not
break our banks for that. Our priority is creating
a comfortable and soft life for us and the kids.
Unless of course you want to sponsor the white
wedding.

MaCele: I see what is happening, he doesn’t

have money to marry you!
Zungu: MaCele, let kids be. She is right and
honestly if I had such a choice back then I
would have chosen the same. Things are
expensive nowadays and I understand her fully.
Ndalo: Thank you father.

*
*
*

The morning sun casts a warm glow over the

Zungu household, infused with excitement and
nervous energy. Today's the day Scelo’s family
comes to ask for Ndalo's hand in marriage. The
air vibrates with anticipation as Ndalo's aunts
from both families gather, their colourful
traditional attire a testament to the significance
of this occasion.

Inside, Ndalo's room buzzes with activity. Thato,

heavily pregnant and beaming with joy, helps
her dear friend prepare for this life-changing
moment.

Thato: You look stunning, Ndalo.

She says, adjusting Ndalo's elegant doek.

Ndalo's hands tremble slightly as she smooths
her dress.

Ndalo: What if something goes wrong?

Thato: Scelo loves you; everything will be fine.

Meanwhile, at the Buthelezi residence, Scelo's

family prepares for the lobola negotiations.
Scelo trusts his 2 uncles, Musa, and Spha, to
lead the negotiations. Unlike these Tiktok and
Instagram trends lately, as groom, he is
forbidden to be at the bride’s home during the
lobola negotiations. He hands Musa R80k in
cash, packed nicely in an envelope.

Scelo: Brother, please make sure everything

goes smoothly.
Musa: We've got this, brother. We are coming
back with our wife.

As they're about to depart, Deliwe burns incense,

invoking the ancestors' blessings. She turns to
her late husband's brothers, "Please accompany
our sons to fetch our daughter-in-law," she says.
Buthelezi nods, his wise eyes twinkling. "I'll
ensure all goes well."

The uncles join Musa, Spha in the car and

together they set off for the Zungu household.

As they arrive at Ndalo's home. Musa clears his

throat and calls out the Zungu clan names:
"Sikhulekile kwa Zungu!
Sengwayo,
Manzini”

He shouts the clan names more than 5 times

and eventually, the gates open after having to
pay R200 and they are ushered into the
spacious courtyard, where the negotiation will
take place. The atmosphere thickens with
anticipation as the two families face each other.

Zungu, flanked by his brothers and uncles,

extends a warm greeting.

Zungu: Welcome to our home.

Musa: We come in peace, seeking Ndalo's hand
in marriage for Scelo.
Buthelezi Uncle 1: Our son saw a beautiful
flower that he would like to pick it to decorate
the Buthelezi household

The room falls silent, awaiting Zungu's

response. He clears his throat, signalling
Mcebisi, Ndalo's brother, to call Ndalo. Mcebisi
disappears into the bedroom, calling out softly,

Mcebisi: Sesi, they are asking for you.

Ndalo emerges, shrouded in a vibrant blanket,

flanked by her cousins. The Zungus gesture to
the Buthelezis. "Choose your wife."

Spha's eyes scan the blanket-covered figures.

His gaze lingers on one, and he points. "That
one." Ndalo's cousin gently lifts the blanket,
revealing Ndalo's hesitant smile.

Zungu's uncle (leans forward): Do you know

these people, Ndalo?

Ndalo: Yes, I know them.

The room fills with warm smiles. Mcebisi

escorts Ndalo and her cousins out, leaving the
elders to continue the negotiations. The
Buthelezis and Zungus delve into the lobola
discussions. Numbers are tossed back and
forth until they settle on R60,000.

Zungu: We accept your offer.

Musa and Spha exchange relieved glances.
Outside, the aunts await news. MaCele's eyes
light up as Mcebisi approaches.

Mcebisi: Everything's going well.

He whispers. The aunts erupt into joyful

ululations, their voices carrying across the
courtyard. Inside, the negotiations conclude
with handshakes and warm smiles. Ndalo picks
up her phone and calls her man.

Scelo: Mkami…(my wife)

Ndalo: Baba wasekhaya. The negotiations went
well…

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THE FINAL CHAPTER

NDALONHLE

Her eyes sparkle as she surveys the small,

intimate venue she's chosen for the blessing of
the rings ceremony.

The sun-drenched garden, with its lush greenery

and vibrant flowers, is the perfect backdrop for
this special day.

She can't help but feel a sense of excitement

and nervousness as she envisions Scelo and
her exchanging vows in front of their closest
friends and family.

It's been a few weeks since the lobola

negotiations and celebrations. It’s safe to say
the worst is over because her biggest fear was
merging the families together through the
gifting ceremony, knowing how hostile Scelo’s
mom is towards her.

To her surprise, Deliwe was more kind and

accommodating this time, she welcomed her to
the Buthelezis with warm hands and she
doesn’t want to know what changed but
appreciates the peace. With all the tradition
staff done, she is now busy planning the small
celebration. They chose not to have a big white
wedding to save costs, but she still wants to
make this day special.

As she inspects the decor, her mind wanders to

the guest list. They've kept it small, with only 30
close friends and family members invited. She's
chosen a simple, yet elegant theme, with a mix
of traditional and modern elements.

Just as she's about to finalise the catering, she

hears the sound of the gate opening. She turns
to see Scelo walking towards her, a tired but
loving smile on his face.

Ndalo: Hey babe. How was your day?

Scelo: Hey love, it was long. I'm glad to be home.

Ndalo: You look exhausted. Come, let me get

you something to drink.

Scelo: Thanks, love. I could do with a cold drink.

As she heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of

water, Scelo takes a seat on the couch, running
a hand through his hair.

She returns with the water and hands it to Scelo,

who takes a long sip before speaking.

Scelo: I have some news. Zoleka is back in the

country.
Her eyes narrow slightly, her mind racing with
questions.

Ndalo: Oh really? For good or visiting?

Scelo: She is visiting and wants to see Imi.

She's been asking to spend time with her.

Her expression softens, her heart going out to

Scelo. She knows how complicated his
relationship with Zoleka is.

Ndalo: That's understandable. Imi is her child,

after all.

Scelo: Yeah. I know. But I'm not sure how to

handle this. I am not over what she did but at
the same time, I have to consider Imi's well-
being.

Ndalo: Like I said before babe, let her have

access to her child. I think the time away helped
her come to terms with reality on her own. If
she messes up, at least we'll all walk away with
a clear conscience, knowing that we did it all
and I'm sure Imi would find closure as well.

Scelo: Thanks, love. How is the preparation

going?
Ndalo: Everything is going well, our guests have
all confirmed attendance and I'm happy about
that.
Scelo: That's great. Do you need my help?

Ndalo: (smiling) No baby, I’ve got this. Just

make sure you stay in shape by maintaining
your diet. We can’t have your suit not fitting
because of Umkhaba.
Scelo: (laughing) Imagine me with a pot belly,
tall as I am? Yooh! Let me leave you to it and
see the kids.
Ndalo: Okay baby, I will join you guys soon.

ZOLEKA

She is meeting her mother for the first time

since she came back to South Africa. Her
mother has been postponing but today she
agreed that they meet up for breakfast. Her
excitement drops when she sees how much
weight her mother has lost and immediately her
worry shoots up. What is eating her mother?
Zoleka: Mama.
Babalwa: My baby.

They exchange a tight hug as soon as they

meet and Babalwa’s hand grazes around her
stomach. Her eyes pop out and she just
chuckles.

Babalwa: (smiling) I'm so happy for you, my

child. You're going to be a mother again.

Zoleka: Thanks, Ma. I'm still in shock.

Babalwa: Why because you are married?
Zoleka: Argh Ma, you know the drama with the
whole Imi situation, I didn’t think it was going to
happen but boom. Here we are.
Babalwa: What does my son in law say about
this?
Zoleka: He is very excited and obsessed, he
doesn’t trust me to not terminate so he always
makes sure I am still pregnant.
Babalwa: (laughing) Poor guy.

As they sit down to enjoy their breakfast, she

can’t help herself from not asking about her
mother’s weight.

Zoleka: Ma, you've lost weight. Is everything

okay?
Babalwa: I've been going through a tough time,
Zoleka. I left your father's house.
Zoleka: What happened? Why did you leave?
Babalwa: Ask your father, Zoleka. He'll tell you
everything.
Zoleka: I've tried talking to him, Ma, but he's
avoiding me. I thought he was still mad about
the money Themba and I took.
Babalwa: (Her eyes drops, defeated) It's not
about the money, Zoleka. I eventually found out
who he's been cheating with...

Her eyes narrow, her mind racing with

questions.
Zoleka: Who is it?

Babalwa: (sighs) It’s best you don’t know.

Zoleka: Ma come on. Talk to me before you die
of stroke because of stress.
Babalwa: I want out, Zoleka. I'm done with him.
Zoleka: As in like...divorce?
Babalwa: (nods, her eyes welling up with tears)
Yes Zoleka, a divorce. I don’t think we will move
past him cheating on me with another man.

Her face contorts in shock, and she spits out

the tea she's drinking, burning her tongue in the
process.

Zoleka: Ma! A man?

Babalwa: Yes, Zoleka. Your father is into men. I
discovered it wasn’t just this one but he has
been messing with young boys as well.
Zoleka: Hai bo mama! Is Dad bisexual?
Babalwa: He is gay Zoleka, that’s the word. Gay.

Her eyes well up with tears as she rushes to

hug her mother, holding her tightly.

Zoleka: Ma, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Maybe

you should come with us to New York.
Babalwa: I wouldn’t want to get in the way of
you and your husband’s marriage.

Zoleka: You won’t Ma. I can’t leave you here

alone.
Babalwa: (smiling through tears) I won’t be
alone, Imi is here and Scelo is starting to relax
with her, the other day him and his fiance
dropped her at my place for a sleepover. We
can’t all be gone.

She pulls away from the hug, wiping her tears

and goes back to her chair.
Zoleka: Speaking about him and Imi, he has
agreed that I could meet her. I am nervous.
Babalwa: Don’t be, Imi is a lovely child.

BLESSING OF THE RINGS DAY

The sun shines brightly on the small, intimate

venue, casting a warm glow over the gathering
of friends and family. Scelo stands outside,
dressed in his traditional attire, looking every bit
the part of a groom. Spha, his friend and best
man, stands beside him.

Spha: Scelo, my brother, today's the day. You're

finally tying the knot. Welcome to the married
gang.
Scelo: Thanks, man. I'm nervous but excited.
Spha: You should be. Marriage is a big
responsibility. I know you're ready for it. You've
grown so much since your days in the streets.
Scelo: (laughs) Yeah, those days are behind me
now. I'm a married man.

Spha: That's right. And as a married man, you

have to put your wife first. Above anyone else.
You have to honour her and protect her.
Scelo: I know, Spha. You more than anyone
knows that I'll do everything in my power to
make Ndalo happy.

Spha: I know you will. And don't forget, Ndalo is

now officially a stepmother to your three kids.
You have to protect her from those baby
mamas. Let her mother the kids according to
how she sees fit.
Scelo: (laughs) I'll make sure to do that. Thanks
for the advice, Spha.

Just then, Zungu, Ndalo's father, approaches

them.

Zungu: Spha, can I have a moment with Scelo?

Spha nods and leaves, leaving Scelo alone with

Zungu.

Zungu: Son, I just wanted to take a moment to

express my gratitude to you for honouring me
and marrying my daughter.

Scelo: Thank you, sir. I'm honoured to be a part

of your family.
Zungu: I knew from day one that you were a
good man for my daughter. You have a kind
heart and a strong sense of responsibility. I can
rest in peace now, knowing that you're there for
Ndalo and my family.
Scelo: Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me. I
promise to always be there for Ndalo and your
family.

Zungu: I know you will, son. You're a good man.

Now, let's go get married.

Scelo smiles, feeling a sense of pride and

responsibility wash over him. He knows that
today is just the beginning of a new chapter in
his life, and he's excited to see what the future
holds.

*
*
*

MaCele, sits in front of her daughter, a warm

smile on her face.

MaCele: My daughter, today is a special day.

You're starting a new chapter in your life, and I
couldn't be prouder of you.
Ndalo: Ma, I'm so nervous. What if I make
mistakes?

MaCele: Mistakes are a part of life, my child.

What's important is that you learn from them.
Always remember to communicate with your
husband, to listen to him, and to support him.
And never forget where you come from.
Ndalo nods, taking her mother's words to heart.

Meanwhile, Scelo is having a heart-to-heart with

his mother, Deliwe. She's sitting on the couch,
looking frail but better. Scelo notices that she's
using only one crutch, a sign that she's
recovering well from her illness.

Scelo: Ma, you're looking better. I'm so glad to

see you're recovering well.
Deliwe: I'm feeling better, son. Thanks to your
care and support. And I have to say, I'm proud
of you.

Scelo's eyes wells up with tears as he hears his

mother's words. He's never heard her say that
before, and it means the world to him.
Scelo: Ma, thank you. That means everything to
me.
Deliwe: You've brought me another daughter,
not just any daughter, but an educated, well-
mannered, and beautiful one. I'm grateful to you,
son.

His emotions overwhelm him, and he breaks

down in tears. He hugs his mother tightly,
feeling a sense of joy and relief.

Scelo: I love you, Ma.

Deliwe: I love you too, son. Always remember to
take care of yourself and your family.

As they hug, Scelo feels a sense of peace wash

over him. He knows that he's made his mother
proud, and that's all that matters.
The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers
and the soft sound of soft music. Ndalo,
dressed in a simple yet elegant traditional dress
that showcases her Zulu culture, walks down
the aisle with her father, Zungu.

Her dress is a beautiful shade of blue, adorned

with intricate patterns and designs that reflect
her heritage. Her hair is styled in an elegant
updo, and her makeup is subtle yet radiant.

As Ndalo approaches the altar, Thato, her

pregnant friend, can't help but cry excitedly.
She's been a part of Ndalo's journey for so long,
and she's overjoyed to see her friend finally
tying the knot.
The pastor stands at the altar, a warm smile
spreading on his face. He welcomes everyone
and begins the ceremony, quoting Bible verses
to match the sermon.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it

does not boast, it is not proud." (1 Corinthians
13:4)

Ndalo and Scelo exchange small vows,

promising to love and cherish each other for the
rest of their lives.

Ndalo: Scelo, from the moment I met you, I

knew that you were someone special. Your kind
heart, your gentle soul, and your unwavering
commitment to our family have captured my
heart in a way that I never thought possible.
Today, I promise to love you without condition,
to support your dreams, and to be your safe
haven in times of need. I vow to stand by your
side through all of life's joys and challenges, to
laugh with you, to cry with you, and to build a
life together that is filled with love, laughter, and
adventure.

I love you for who you are, and for who you help
me to be. You are my rock, my partner, and my
best friend. I promise to cherish, honour, and
love you, now and forever.

Scelo: Ndalo, my love, you are the sunshine that

brightens up my day, and the stars that light up
my night. You are the missing piece that makes
me whole, and the safe haven where I can
always find peace. Thank you for loving and
accepting me with my children.

Today, I promise to love you with all my heart,

to support your passions, and to be your rock in
times of need. I vow to stand by your side
through all of life's ups and downs, to hold your
hand when the road gets rough, and to
celebrate with you when we reach the
mountaintop.

I love you for your strength, your courage, and

your beauty, both inside and out. You are my
everything, my reason for being, and my
soulmate. I promise to cherish, honour, and love
you, now and forever.

The pastor then asks Ndalo and Scelo to sign

the marriage certificate, with their witnesses,
Spha and Thato, by their side.
As they sign, the pastor declares, "By the power
vested in me, I now pronounce you, Ndalo and
Scelo, husband and wife. You may kiss your
bride."

Scelo gently lifts Ndalo's face and kisses her

softly, as the guests erupt in cheers and
applause.

The pastor smiles and says, "Ladies and

gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you,
Mr. and Mrs. Buthelezi!"

The guests cheer and whistle as Ndalo and

Scelo walk down the aisle, hand in hand, as
husband and wife. She squeals in excitement
and Scelo chuckles, stealing a quick kiss.
They pick a bottle of champagne and two
glasses, walking away from their guests to a
spot reserved for them.

Ndalo: We did it!

Scelo: I am proud of us, who could have thought?
Our love is a forever thing…
Ndalo: A bond that lasts a lifetime.

They toast and drink to that, sealing it with

kisses and stare at their beautiful wedding rings.
They are married!

ZOLEKA

She stands outside, her heart racing with

anticipation and nervousness. She hasn't seen
her 7-year-old daughter, Imi, in a while since the
hospital visit, and the thought of finally reuniting
with her is almost too much to bear.

As she opens the door, she's met with a sight

that takes her breath away. Imi is standing in
the living room, her big eyes fixed on Babalwa.
Zoleka's eyes well up with tears as she takes in
the sight of her little girl, who's grown so much
since she last saw her.

Imi looks up at her , her eyes filled with a mix of

emotions. She takes a step forward, her arms
open wide.

Zoleka: Imi, my baby.

She whispers, her voice trembling. Imi doesn't
move, unsure of what to do. Imi looks at her
Babalwa, she sees the tears streaming down
her face, and something inside of her breaks.
Imi takes a step forward, and then another, until
she's standing right in front of her.

Zoleka kneels down, her arms wrapping around

her daughter.

Zoleka: I'm so sorry, Imi, ( she whispers, her

voice muffled against her daughter's shoulder.)
I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I promise to
never leave your side again.

Imi: Why are you crying?

Zoleka: (sniffling) Mommy is sad.
Imi: Don’t be sad. I am happy you are finally
here. I couldn’t wait to see you.

She pulls back, her eyes locked on her

daughter's.
Zoleka: I couldn’t wait to see you too, baby. I
missed you so much.

As they hug again, Zoleka feels a sense of

peace wash over her. She knows that she's
finally home, that she's finally where she's
meant to be. They pull back, Imi looks up at her
with a curious expression.

Imi: Mommy, will you take me to New York with

you?
Zoleka : (chuckling through her tears, a smile
spreading across her face.) Of course, baby.
When daddy is ready and agrees to that.
Just then, Mthembu walks into the room, an
awkward expression on his face. He's clearly
uncomfortable, but he's trying to keep things
civil for the sake of his daughter. Babalwa
stands up, a forced smile on her face.

Babalwa: Dabula, please come in. We were just

having a reunion.

He nods, his eyes fixed on his granddaughter.

Mthembu: Imi, my baby. Come greet your

grandfather.

He whispers and Imi looks up at her

grandfather, a smile spreading across her face.
Imi: Grandpa.

He kneels down, his arms wrapping around his

granddaughter.

Mthembu: I'm so glad to finally meet you, Imi.

You are my daughter’s photocopy.
As they hug, Zoleka takes out her phone,
snapping pictures of the reunion.

She's laughing and crying at the same time, her

heart filled with joy and love. This is what it
means to be a family, she thinks to herself. This
is what it means to be loved and accepted, no
matter what.
As they pull back, Zoleka looks at her daughter,
her heart filled with love and gratitude.

Zoleka: I'm never leaving your side again, Imi. I

promise.

A YEAR LATER - NARRATED

Ndalo sits comfortably in her new home,

surrounded by the chaos of Scelo's kids playing
in the background. She is on a video call with
Zoleka, who has just given birth to her new baby
girl. Imi is sitting next to Ndalo, excitedly and
can’t wait to see her new sister as she will be
taking her first international trip soon.

Ndalo can't help but smile as she watches the

scene unfold. She is finally living her wildest
dream - she is a wife and mother, and she has
never been happier.

As Imi leaves the call to go get a snack, Zoleka

turns her attention to Ndalo.

Zoleka: So, how are you feeling about the

pregnancy?

She asks, a sly grin spreading across her face.

Ndalo brushes her small baby bump, a smile
spreading across her face.

Ndalo: I'm feeling great, Zoleka. I'm so excited

to meet the new addition to our family. And I
have to say, I'm a little impatient for my bump to
show.
Zoleka: (laughing) Be ready for nausea and all
that, girl. It's not all fun and games.
Ndalo: I'm ready. I've been preparing myself for
this moment for months.
Zoleka: You know, I was just thinking about
Sethu the other day since she lost her baby in a
miscarriage.

Ndalo: Shame man. How is she doing?

Zoleka: She's okay, I think. But you know, I'm
kind of taking it as a blessing in disguise for
Themba. Now he can focus fully on our family,
without any distractions.

Ndalo: I hear you fully.

Just then, Themba walks into the room, a

serious expression on his face. "Zoleka, the
parents want a meeting through Zoom. They
need to discuss something with us."

Zoleka: What's going on?

Themba: I don't know, but they said it's urgent.
We need to get on the call right away.

Zoleka: ( nods, her eyes flicking to Ndalo) I'll

catch up with you later, Ndalo. I have to go deal
with this.

Ndalo: (smiling) No problem, Zoleka. Take care

of yourself and the baby. I'll talk to you soon.

***********
The family call meeting is in full swing, with
Dabula, Mziwoxolo, Themba, Zoleka, Babalwa,
and Zesiphe all gathered on the Zoom call.

Dabula takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

Mthembu: Family, we need to talk about

something important. Something that has been
weighing on our minds for a long time.

Mziwoxolo nods in agreement, his eyes fixed on

the screen.

Mthembu: We have something to confess.

Something that may come as a shock to some
of you.

Themba: What is it?

Dabula takes another deep breath before
speaking.

Mthenbu: Mziwoxolo and I... we're in a

relationship. We've been together for a while
now.

The room falls silent, with all the family

members staring at the screen in shock.
Themba's eyes are wide with shock, his mouth
hanging open.

Themba: What? No, this can't be happening.

You're my fathers. How could you do this to us?

Mziwoxolo: Themba, we're sorry. We know this

may come as a shock to you, but we couldn't
keep it inside anymore. We're happy together,
and we want to be open and honest about our
relationship.
Themba: This is disgusting. I don't want to hear
it!

Zoleka: Babe, please listen to them. We need to

talk about this and understand what's going on.

Themba: No, Zoleka. I don't want to hear it. This

is bullshit.
Babalwa: Themba, please try to understand.
We're not asking you to accept this right away,
but we are asking you to try to understand and
be open-minded.
Zesiphe: How can you say that? This is
ridiculous. I refuse to accept this. It's not right.

Zoleka: Ma, we understand that this may be

difficult for you to accept, but we're asking you
to try to be understanding and supportive. We
will accept them no matter what, and we hope
that you can do the same.

Themba: I need time to process this. I don't

know if I can accept this.
Mthembu: We understand, Themba. We're not
asking you to accept this right away. We just
want you to try to understand and be open-
minded.

The family call meeting continues, with all the

family members discussing and processing the
news. It's not easy, but they're all trying to be
understanding and supportive.

As the call comes to an end, Dabula and

Mziwoxolo share a look of relief and happiness.
They know that this is just the beginning of their
journey together, but they're excited to face it
head-on.

The family members all say their goodbyes and

end the call, each of them processing the news
in their own way. As they all go their separate
ways, they know that they'll always be there for
each other, no matter what because blood is
thicker than water.

~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

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