Indlovukazi

Also by Safiah F kantwela

Book 1

Bahumi

Love, live and laugh

The struggle

Nkululeko

The Legend of Zai

Blue roses

Asiphe

Book:2

Avela

Book 2: continuation of the Struggle

The khuzwayo’s

Book 2 of Nkululeko

Busisiwe

Book 2 of The legend of Zai

Beyond the wall

Book 3 of 2

Khethiwe

Book one of 3

Game on

Book two of love, live and laugh

Forbidden love

Standalone

Indlovukazi

Love is not Suppose to Hurt

Solomon

The epitome of life

Married to a stranger

Love letters

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Introduction

I walked into the dining room and found my dad sitting there with my mother and I sat down on the couch and looked at my parent who are my everything.

Dad: Zamathembu

Me: yebo baba (yes dad)

Dad: you have always made us happy. You have excelled in everything that you put your mind in and certainly you have always made us proud in all that you put your mind too. I want you to know that we are one happy family to have raised such a wonderful, respectful and most certainly amazing girl like you.

Me: Ngiyabonga Baba(thank You dad)

Dad: as you know that we are not well off and most certainly I know that you might have asked yourself where we got the money to send you to varsity. I looked at them and looked down.

Mom; hawu Nkosazana khuluma( my child speak up)

Me: yebo baba(yes dad)

Dad: well you will soon find out this weekend now keep an open mind to everything. I know you are learned and I know what we have done might have been old fashioned but at that point and time it was the only way that we could have sent you to school and made sure that you have the best life and he best possibilities and chance in survival in this world okay. I looked at my father and my mother confused and I knew that whatever it is. This will not be well and certainly it will not end well for me and I have this feeling that its will be too much to handle by the look that my mother was giving me. I smiled at my dad as he took a glass of water and he drank pleased with himself ......

Chapter one:

Zamathembu

I woke up on Sunday to mum knocking on my door. and I slowly woke up and unlock the door and went back to bed.

Mom; aybo Nkosazana vuka (you hi need to wake up) I looked at her as she walked in with a dress that looked amazingly beautiful and only than it dawned on me that there was my aunts and uncles. I could hear the voices from the dining room. And I could hear people shifting and moving and I jumped out of the bed and looked out of the window and saw a tent and décor and I saw woman cooking outside and I looked at mom with the most confused face ever.

Me: ma?

Mom: aybo don’t mom me we spoke to you about this a week ago and you agreed to an open mind this is it sisi. I looked at my mom shocked and I felt my face flush and I knew I was going to cry so I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom bumping on my father.

Dad: MaMthembu? I closed the door and opened the shower and undressed and stood in the shower and let the cold-water blast on me and I cried like I've never cried in my life. I heard the knock on my door and I ignored my dad and just stood there until I started shaking than turned the water to hot than showered and finished than came out of the bathroom to have my dad and mom standing outside my door

Dad: zamathembu

Me: am fine. I walked to my room and closed the door and took my phone from the charger and saw 13 miss calls and 2 text messages.

you the evilest girl on earth, I had to find from my mother that you are getting married and it's your traditional wedding today. Yes, I cheated on you and I have apologized and you said it fine but to do this Zama

I Hope you die

I read the texts from my boyfriend confused and called him back and he answered within the first ring.

Luthando: how could you?

Me: aybo angazi ukhuluma ngani mina(I don’t know what you talking about)

Luthando: really zama? You going to throw that bullshit on me. I can see the tent and the décor and everything and you have the gut to say you know nothing?

Me: Yes, I see the same things that you are seeing but it's not my wedding

Luthando: you will regret this Zama I swear you will regret making me a laughing stock of my crew. He hangs up on me and just than my mom and her sister got in and she looked at me in self-pity and more ladies got in and sat around y room talking about being a good wife and the things I need to do and all that when everyone was gone and I was left with my mom only I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

Me: you getting me married?

Mom: it was the only way

Me: I paid for my school fees with my life?

Mom: ay Zamathembu

Me: you knew I was dating Luthando and you knew I loved him and yet you go and do this to me mama.

Mom: Ngiyekhe ngaliso sgebengu Zama(leave me alone about that thief)

Me; I have never disobeyed you and dad nor brought shame to our family name. Iv been an honest and truthful child but here we are mama. Its fine do as you wish and I shall obey always....

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Chapter 2:

Zamathembu

I was now dressed in the african print mustard and black dress and I must say its hug all my assets in the right way. My small boobs and ass. I had my short pixie weave and i must say i looked amazing when i did a turn around. Just than I heard the woman celebrating and cars hooting and I knew that the inevitable was here and about to start. I looked out the window and saw a convoy of black cars and silver H1 cars than the singing began and our guest came out of there cars with blankets and of cause one car was carrying two cows and goat. I really can not believe my family married me off just like that. I stood by the window as the whole of Umtwalume was here. There were singing and dancing while they stood by the gate. I must say i was nervous and anxious at the same time. Just than my mom got in the room and saw me by the window, she walked close to me.

Mom: kuzolunga mtanami( all shall be well my child) i nodded away the tears that were threatening to come out.

Mom: Woza.

We went outside and there was more noise as they sang and distributed the clothes and gifts to my family and finally it was my turn to sit down on the mat as they were gifting me. I sat down as a beautiful young lady a little older than me came smiling.

Her: Hey am Nompilo but you can call me Nomz

Me: Hi. I answered shyly. She smiled putting a blanket over me and iduko and many more items.

Her: We are now officially sisters. I smiled at her not knowing what to say to her. After awhile one of the good looking old man came and stood in front of me. 

Him: Thina abakwa Blose (Bhulose): Ndelu, Shinga, Madiba (Madziba), Dimba, Duma, Mseleku, Bohlela! Phonsel’ obus’uMajonjobela! Othunga ligcwala lingethiwanga; ligcwal’ ukuhlakanipha! Noncengwa! Wen’ owancengw’ izintombi zathi sicel’ usishade, Bhulose! Chobile! Wen’ owachob’ izintwala zenkosazana! Shinga! Ak’shinganga mina, kwashing’ isibongo! (Clan names)The woman went crazy and the old ladies were sweeping around the old man it was funny to watch.

Old man: Am happy to welcome Zamathembu as my daughter and to welcome her to our family and I hope sizomuphatha kahle njengoba simuthole emuhle( hopefully we will take care of her as we found her this beautiful) they clapped hands and my dad got up to shake the old man.

Dad: Ay asithembe kanjalo bafo( let hope so) let the festivities begin. People started moving towards the food and my mom helped me to the bedroom where i fixed myself and adjusted the head wrap. I stood there by the window as I saw him emerge from on of the cars speaking to one guy in glasses. I knew it was him since he was wearing the same design as my dress kind of shirt and black pants and formal shoes.  He had on sunglasses. He walked to the tree where my father and the other men were sitting and they shake hands. Everything about him screamed power. He removed his glasses and took a sip of the traditional beer that was there and I froze as he looked around the place and he has similarities of looking almost like Lungile Radu and Gray Dourhan. I moved from the window and sat on my bed and took my phone to see i have 10 miss calls from Luthando. I ignored it since I wasn’t in the mood to explain all of this and am sure as hell have no words on how to explain this whole situation. I turned to the corner and saw that there were bags fully packed and ready to go and I walked closer and saw its my bags than i unzipped one and look inside it was my clothes. My mom walked in while I was looking at the clothes.

Me: mama

Mom: I packed for you

Me: Aybo

Mom: married woman don’t stay with they parents. I looked at her shocked at the reality of my situation. Am really married and someone else problem. My parents really did sell me off for my school fees, if only they spoke to me and told me our predicament. I sat on the bed and looked at my mom.

Mom: you are a fighter, you will fight for your happiness. You will glow and you will grow and whatever situation you may face there. You will persevere not for my sake or your father sake but for your sake and lastly use your brains cause I know you have one

Chapter3:

1 month later

Zamathembu

It's been a month since I have been married and I haven't seen my husband since the day we had a traditional ceremony at his home and he gave me a wedding ring which I have been wearing for the past month. I stay with his family who have been nothing but amazing in Johannesburg and I help in the family business that they have here. Nompilo has been a great joy. I learnt that she was married to the older brother who passed away 6 months ago and she lost her baby in that car accident. She also works on the family business as receptionist and I as they accountant and I must say it's