Insert 12 Yonga arrived home and went straight to his backroom. He put on the bed his backpack and then took out his phone and called Nontle. Nontle: hey Yonga: hey uryt? Nontle: ndiryt wena? Yonga: Nam ndisharp (they r quiet for a short while) Ndizoza kuwe a little later on neh! Ngoba umama usandifuna okwangok Nontle: ok Yonga: uryt nyan? Nontle: ja (the silence again) Yonga: see u then... He hangs up and then goes out to the main house. He goes in through the kitchen door and heads straight for the living room where he could here people talking. As soon as he enters his mother smiles at him. Nomonde: Yoyo mntanam sewbuyile Yonga: Ja ndibuyile Nomonde: ohw kewena kunini ndisithi andibafuni aba ja bakho xa uthetha nam kaloku ndingumzali wakho ndoda yithi ewe mama ndibuyile Yonga: (in a sacarstic tone) ewe mama ndibuyile Nomonde: awzusibulisa na (watsho encuma ejonga kuZanele who was also smiling from ear to ear) Yonga: Khange undnike chance mos Nomonde: oh hay uxolo ke mntanam...His mother had this evil yet pretence smile on. Yonga knew that she was coming down with something, something big though. Also the presence of Zanele in his home gave him reason to think that the both of them werev up to something, something BAD. He felt betrayed before he even heard what the meeting was about. His mother was now playing mother to Zanele and forgeting to be a good mother to him. He knew he wasnt jealous, he just felt compelled to be what the both of them insisted on. This day reminded him of the day Zanele had come to report pregnancy, babesele bohlukene, futhi wayengamxelelanga ukuba uzithwele, wavele wabona kululutho kuye ukuba ayzise ebazalini. He remembers how his mother had sammoned him into the living room then, the people spread out in their living room all looking pearcingly at him. He remembers being asked if he knew Zanele at all and his response was based on knowing her generally and not on impregnating her, but that didnt matter because he couldnt deny making her pregnant as much as he couldnt stand for it. The FACT was that he answered Yes to knowing her and that yes lead to everything that happened till that very moment when his mother was doing it again, summoning him in Zaneles regard. This was becoming a norm, but whatelse coud he do? He had to obey his mother. He heard his mothers voice echoing his name and immediately came back to life. Nomonde: Yonga! (Clapping hands for him to snap out of it) Yonga: Mah Nomonde: tchiin wase wacinga kwalandalahla sikhona endlini, khawhlale phantsi wethu sithethe izinto ezibalulekileyo Yonga: (sitting down on the next couch) zinton ezo zibalulekileyo Nomonde: ndifuna ukwazi iiplans Zakho ngalomntana uphethe unyana wakho Yonga: heh haykengok uzandibuza lonto phambi koZanele? Zanela: oh hay akhongxaki mama mandihambe inoba ekhaya bayazibuza ukuba ndiphi Nomonde:(reffering to Zanele) hlala apha phantsi wena, (at Yonga) yinton le ungenakuythetha ekhona umamomntana wakho? Andith kwalento ndiybuzayo iqondene naye Yonga: andithi undibuza kuba ufuna ukwazi mama? So ndizakuphendula uyazi kodwa not infront of her Nomonde: yhe wethu umqondile uHER lo ukuba nguyena mntu ubumelba umxelela iiplans zakho, hay sufuna ndibembi nantsika uyandiva? Yonga: (cwaka) Nomonde: kanti ketana ndakuyeka mna Yonga uyeva? Ujonge uba uyobayinton na! Ucimba lamadikazi uwanika iifoun akuthanda ukodlula umama womntanakho? Ucimba unefuture nezi golddiggers zigcwelise leThokoza? Yonga: ohh lento ayidibenanga neplanz zam mos (he gets up pointing at Zanele) its all about your insecurities...hay ungase wenze lento uythandayo...Their voices were now raised, Zanele was quiet looking at the two of them as they argued. Nomonde: hlala apha phantsi ndim umntu othetha nawe Yonga: Mama andizothetha ngeplans zam kukho lo apha (ekhomba uZanele)...Nomonde grabs a glass with one hand and gets up angrily looking at him. Nomonde: Yonga (cwaka) Yonga Yonga: Mah Nomonde: ndithini kuwe? Yonga: uthi mandihlale phantsi (he sounded cheeky) Nomonde: ngoku umeleni? Yonga: Magriza andizothetha plans zam phambi kwecherrie...Nomonde sends the glass spinning, aiming for his head. He ducks by lowering his upperbody and bending from the knees down. The glass lands on the wall with a splash and pieces of glass scatter around the room. Nomonde bends down to grab another glass from the tray. Yonga chuckled a bit, feeling infuriated by his mothers act. He looked straight at his mothers eyes chuckling every now and then. Nomonde: Yonga ndithini kuwe? Yonga: yhuuu Magriza andizoyenza lonto, yenza odume ngazo Nomonde: umdala ngoku? Awmameli xa ndithetha? Yonga: Mama ndithe andizuthetha plans zam phambi komntu womnye umzi mna, uba uyayeya leyo ungaythumela naleyo iglass...as soon as he uttered those words, his mother sent the glass spinning with more heat. Yonga moved to the side, it hit the wall just behind his back. He chuckles a bit and goes to sit on the couch still looking at his mother smiling from the amount of anger he held. Nomonde also sat down wathatha amazantsi weskirt sakhe wazosula ukubila. Zanele was still sitting down, looking shaken by all this. Nomonde: uyathanda ukube undinyusa intaba wena (Yonga chuckles, still angry and then looks straight at the door.) Woyiswa yinton kulento ndiybuzayo Yonga: heh Magriza ndithi kuwe andizoyenza lento ufuna ndiyenze Nomonde: kuba kutheni? Yonga: Ndibaphi mna xa bexoxa kowabo uZanele? Kuthen ngoku ezomamela ezalapha ekhaya indaba ngathi ngumfazi? Magriza ndifuna wonyuke intaba okanye ubize oomalume ndizobaxelela ukuba sooooze unotshe ndithethe plans zam phambi kwakhe lo ( pointing at Zanele) Zanele: Mama mandihambe ndizawse ndiphinde ndizokubona Nomonde: hay cc yiFiance yakho le hla...(Zanele interjects; ephakama) Zanele: akhongxaki mama ndibona kuryt uba ndihambe ngok Yonga: Fiance kaban? Nomonde: ucimba uzohambe umithisa ushiye? Hay toto not apha kwam awuzuyenza lonto...Zanele leaves after realising that nobody was paying much attention to her. As soon as she gets out Yonga gets up. Yonga: Mama uyabona le uyenze namhlanje uzube uygqibelisile coz ngoku isidima soze ndiphinde ndibenaso kulamntana Nomonde: sigqitywe yinton? Yonga: ikhona indoda elingana nam esabethwa ngunina? Nomonde: apha kwam andizongakubethi xa ubhanxayo Yonga: Hay mama kuba ndikuhlonipha nje...(Walks out) Nomonde: awkandixeleli ke plans zakho ngalamntana Yonga: (ekhwaza ephuma ekitchen) andinaplans mna (avale ucango aye ekamereni yakhe) Nomonde was left alone still thinking about what just occured in their home. She knew she had been wrong, wrong to force him to decvlare his plans for the future infront of a guest, even if that guest is his baby-momma. Wrong to raise a hand at him for her own wrong doing. Wrong for not listening to her own child while trying to ease some womans childs life. But she thought again that she was doing it all out of love. Love for him and love for his child, her grandchild. She knelt down infront of the couch and reffered it all to God. Only prayer would ease the guilt she felt at that moment. Yonga went to his room, removed the backpack on his bed and lay on the bed. He was for the most part infuriated by his mother for forcing him to disrepect and also he was angry at Zanele for getting inbetween him and his mother. He switched on his Hi-fi and put on some gospel cd. His phone rang, it was Zanele. He hesitated on taking the call but decided to go for it. Zanele: baby Yonga: huh? Zanele: are u mad at me? Yonga: why would I be? Zanele: I dont know, for coming to your mom about the phone issue Yonga: what phone? Zanele: Yours Yonga: uthini na Zanele? Zanele: andithi iphone uynike uNontle Yonga: ohhh, so ingxaki yaphi? Zanele: hay akhongxaki mos coz its YOUR phone that u gave to YOUR girlfriend. Yonga: so u feel jealous? Zanele: No I dont, I just feel leftout Yonga: oh ndiyakuva Zanele: so theres nothing u gonna say Yonga: enjan? Zanele: to make me feel better Yonga: like? Zanele: oh forget it (she hangs up)...Yonga calls her back and she answer the phone at the first ring Zanele: ja Yonga: Sasithethile nje ngalento Zanele: eyiphi? Yonga: ekaNontle Zanele: u reffering to when u first told me that u had a girlfriend I college Yonga: Yep Zanele: that was then Yonga: kutshintshe nton ngok Zanele: I wasnt pregnant with your child then, I still could move on just like that Yonga: So what exactly do u expect Zanele: ukuba umyeke uNontle (Yonga laughs) ok ke atleast I should be first priority Yonga: yoh (laughs) Zanele: mxm (hangs up)...Yonga decides to call Nontle. Nontle: hallo Yonga: wenzan ngok? Nontle: ndiyahlamba Yonga: haybo imini yonke ungahlambanga? Nontle: hay ndihlambela ulala Yonga: ndicela ukubona Nontle: sho Yonga: uzoza apha mos? Nontle: Nop Yonga: ndize kowenu? Nontle: hay uzoza estratwen ngakwaruby Yonga: ok ke...He gets up and changes into trackpants and a sweater and slips on his Nike slops. He takes his phone and keys and walks out locking the door behind him. He calls Nontle just after he exits the gate, she answers Nontle: ndisanxiba Yonga: akhongxaki nam ndisaphuma apha ekhaya Nontle: ok ke undifounele xa ufika phaya.(Hangs up)...He strolls down the street slowly, trying to give Nontle enough time to finish up. He had suspected something the previous night from all the vomiting and from her fainting the previous day. What if she was also pregnant with his child. He had to know soon. He got to Rubys and called her. She answered and said she was coming, he waited by the corner. A few minutes later she arrives looking fress, probably from the bathing she just did. He opens his arms. And she delves into his embrace. They finally break the hug and kiss briefly. Yonga: awsemhle Nontle: yhoo udlala ngam Yonga: haybo nyani nje Nontle: wakhe wamhlephi umntu onxibe utyt? Yonga: ngutyt na ayizo leggings Nontle: zona ezo alok. Yonga: iphi ifoun yam ( she hands it back immediately at his request) uZanele ebefounile (Nontle just looks at him in disbelief) Wathin kuwe? Nontle: ukuxelele mos uba ufounile obviously ukuxelele neconversation leyo Yonga: kemna bendizama ukuba open uthethe freely. Nontle: akhonto ndifuna uythetha (atsho ehamba uYonga ambambe) Yonga: utheni ukuwe lamntana Nontle: undixelele lento uyaziyo nawe Yonga: which is? Nontle: (almost yelling but refrained herself) wena wazi nton kanti? Wase wandenza muncu Yonga: ukuxelele uba (he clears throat) uba umithi? Nontle: So its true? (Trying to free herself from his grip) khandiyeke torho Yonga: (bringing her closer) ndizokuyeka xa unondixelela ukuba uziva njan ngalonto Nontle: (chuckles angrily) are u for real? Xa ucinga wena ndiziva njan? Yonga: I think that u are hurt (Nontle tries fight him off but he just didnt want to let her free) Nontle: uyayqaphela ukuba u are holding me against my will Yonga: ok ke ndizakuyeka but ndicela undixelele one thing (Nontle listened) are u going to listen to how it happened? Nontle: No Yonga: why? Nontle: ubufune ukwazi one thing ndakuphendula so ndiyeke ndigoduke. Yonga releases her from his grip and she rushes home. Ebeneendawo ezinkcunkcayo. Wafika endlini kukho umamakhe noZimi wabulisa waya straight ekamereni. She threw herself on the bed and suppressed her face on a pillow gasping for air every now and then, bekubuhlungu kakhulu but it wasnt physical. She needed something to numb the pain that she was feeling. What could that be? She wanted to scream but the space she was in wouldnt allow her to. She wanted to scream but not cry, no tears dared to approach, she had no defence through it all and the only thing she had to to was to roll with the motions. At that moment when she was giving in to defeat over her own emotions, her phone rang. Waphefumla and supprisingly she was able to, waythatha wayjonga and let it ring to voicemail. It rang a couple more times while on her watch and then the caller gave up. Just sitting there watching the phone screen flashing his name without responding to it was a hassle but she had to do it, she had to stand her ground. Zimi opened the door, entered and closed again. She was on the phone and after a few yes responses she gave the phone to Nontle Nontle: (shaking her head) andifun thetha Zimi: (talking back on the phone) akafuni (she listens) andimaz bendisekitchen (she listens) ok nzamxelela (hangs up) Nontle: ungandixeleli Zimi: inton? Nontle: whatever he just said Zimi: kwenzeke nton Nontle: uyavuma uba Zanele upreg ngumntana wakhe Zimi: so? Nontle: Zimi ngokuqinisekileyo andisenayo indawo and andikwaz umohlukanisa nomamomntanakhe werc owaziwayo kowabo Zimi: mntase khawyeke ucingela abantu kubekanye maarn ukhe ubeselfish Nontle: andidalwanga njalo kalok and andifuni complications kobam ubomi Zimi: Ntlentle khange uthume uZanele uba ayomitha andith? And ke abantu abahamba bevula bengacwangcisanga abazoncedwa nguwe cc (Nontle is silent) or ubufuna umnika umntana nawe uYonga? (Cwaka) hay suthula mfazi but mna ndiyakucebisa uthande iMAN yakho qha uyohlabisa intsula yakho or condomise (cwaka) Nontle dont tell me that u were considering uba nomntana naye? Ngoku engena straight enje! (Cwaka) Ntlentle yinton le ungandixeleli yona? Nontle: sendipreg Zimi Zimi: yhooo hayke ngok inzima nyahn Nontle: atleast kuwe inzima ukude Zimi: kengok uyayaz yena (Nontle shakes her head) uthen ungamxeleli (Nontle shruggs) mxelele kalok azokwaz ukubala nawe kwiresponsibilities zakhe Nontle: andikwaz izoba ngathi ndilinganisa uZanele or ibengath ndenze ngamabom Zimi: tjoo khame ndiyophaka but uba bendinguwe ngendibamba iicalls zale dude ndiybeke indaba-ndaba kungekabi late (she leaves the room)...Nontle thought about it for some time and then decides to call Yonga. Yonga: Mambhele! Nontle: kukho into ekufuneka ndikuxelele yona
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 07:53:08 +0000