Chapter 8 Picked up pieces: We took everything that was given to us, my father was about to pick me up Gogo-Mkhulu(the traditional doctor): cha cha cha, mnyekele atisukumele Daddy: But gogo loku uyati kutsi akakhoni kuhamba Gogo-Mkhulu:Ngalokukhulu kutitfoba, kantsi niteleni la? kusobala nje kutsi anikholelwa emadlotini, futsi anitsembi kutsi bakhabolomtfwana bayamelula, kutsi bamgadzile futsi bayaneseka. Ngiyati aningitsembi, kepha kulungile, kadze ngisebenta ngebantfu who are sceptical about my way of healing people, im glad you came here its not your way of doing things but atleast have faith that she is healed, she needs your support and you need to be strong for her sake. It is pointless to give you my help Because you dont believe in all this but allow me to say this, go to whoever you go to in times of trials and tribulations, pains and suffering and pour yourself out because you need him now more than ever, make amends dear lady referring to my mother, this is a war and it seems you were not aware. Prepare sesi for a rough time kusatoshuba strong. for now you can take your child and dont pay me you need it more than me,dlelenhle. you dont have to thank me. My parents didnt know how to respond to that, so they just stood up, dusted themselves and just helped me to stand up each holding either side of my body - just the arms to help me balance. we slowly went out the hut, I took forever to get used to the pain I was feeling but I was glad I could atleast walk I couldnt reach to the car though I was tired and my father had to carry me to the car, my mother followed with imbita,libaso and something to bath with and nourish my body with. we drove off in silence, I had spent half a year being a bed potato and now I could limp wow! it was so amazing. we got home after that long drive, we got inside still in silence. My mother was deep and lost in her thoughts, she was in a place of her own. my daddy was okay I couldnt read his expressions. He took me to my sponge, brushing my hair, kissed my forehead. he didnt say a word, I asked him to play my favorite song from JC -entabeni and he stood up went to take the CD holder and chose the JC album I think it was Joyous Celebration 3 he scrolled down to my song, set it on repeat then came back to me. we set there in silence, after what seemed like forever I slept. My daddy must have really loved me, his a training priest but went out his way to just this time go seek assistance from a Sangoma. He didnt have to like it but one thing for sure he believed that I was healed and not because of the gogo- mkhulu speech but because he is a man of God. You might doubt his decision, even judge it but remember desperate times calls for desperate measures. Hence I couldnt get better, I went to all the specialists, private hospital and so forth. I was now covered with his medical aid so I had no struggle in that department, plus he had money so whenever something happened we could jump there and there. Plus the extra benefits, I got everything I wanted, I was just a daddys little girl. He spoiled me rotten shame and my mother would always be a pooper! she would say uyangimosha, and she will not be able to continue with all these gifts and special treatments if anything happened to my daddy. she had a valid point but Id always say then I need to enjoy it while it lasts. we were a happy family despite my illness. it was now the following day and I heard sounds coming from the dinning room. It was my parents arguing about something but I couldnt hear what it was. I guessed it was about last night. About last night, what did Gogo-Mkhulu mean about my mother being careful and. prepare for the war? what war? does this mean he knows more than what he told us? and my mother uhmmm what amendments did she have to do? Wait is my mother by any chance responsible for my illness? is that what that gogo was insinuating? alot happened last night not did I just see this creepy place with its owner at that but I was sliced, poked and heated with hot water. I tossed and I walked mini distance nonetheless I walked. no but something was familiar with that place that we went to, something about that creepy place was so so familiar, those assistants- the way they carried themselves, something about their behavior was familiar but what? and then it hit me ooohw... Diary ka Thandoluhle
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 11:13:22 +0000
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