After shopping I decided to relax at home. Manqoba is really stressing me, and this stresses the kids I am carrying. If he doesn’t wake up, then God forgive me I will switch off those machines and never look back. But his family would be heartbroken. Yesterday I got to meet his mother and I must say she is the sweetest mother-in-law of them all. The way she broke down made me have flashbacks of him laying on that stretcher lifelessly. Manqoba really needs to come back. A lot of people want him alive, including this child I am carrying. If he doesn’t make it. Then I will be doomed for the rest of my life. I will have a heart attack and never wake up. We exchanged numbers and promised each other to be in touch. She is allowed to spend time with her son as much as she wants, and I am also allowed to have quality time with him. I know his mother has a lot of questions after she saw my huge belly. The confusion on her face made me a bit uncomfortable. But she was kind enough not to meddle in things that do not concern her, at the moment. Maybe in a later stage once everything has been dusted, her son will share the details.
I have been crying since and it’s no longer funny. I sigh. The food seems not to be going down. Everything is just bitter at this moment.
My phone rings and it is an unsaved number. I hope it has nothing to do with a family member wanting money. My budget is so tight. My savings are waiting for my babies to arrive. Even though Mkhuleko is there, he has a life too. A girlfriend and family to take care of. I cannot always want and need his time, money and cologne. I let it ring until the caller drops. I am depressed not in the mode to talk to anyone. My phone rings again, it’s the very same number. Maybe it’s the hospital. I should pick it up.
“Halo.”
“Thank God you picked up. I was starting to get worried.” I remember her voice. It’s the girl that I met at the shop. I laugh. I didn’t think that she would call. She just surprised me. I hate surprises but I love this one. Her appearance and voice just calmed me in a way.
“No. I am fine. I guess it was the tiredness.” I say. She takes a deep breath
“Don't you need to see a doctor maybe?”
“I have been seeing doctors since I got pregnant. I want a day off, honestly.” I whine. This is too much for me. I am trying so hard to keep it together. The more I try keeping it together the more I get frustrated, crazy and lonely. Hospitals are the last resorts on my mind.
“There is no day off I am afraid dear love. You are still going to jog this journey even after birth.”
After this I do not see myself going to any hospital. I will hire a nanny for all that. I am tired and hospitals have that foul smell. We talk some more and for a bit making me forget the situation I am in. I love the free spirit in her. Now I have something to eat about. My appetite has escalated to another level which I wanted it to be. Tomorrow is another day and I need all the strength I can get for this. I look at the food and dig in. I thank the anonymous for opening my appetite.
NGCOBO
When days are dark, friends are few. Choose your friends wisely, they reflect who you are! So, I have been told.
Everyone has left, including my kids and I am left all alone. My mother is indeed gone and never coming back. I just can’t seem to wipe the pain and hurt that I have put her through throughout those years. How do I get to apologies to someone I have wronged and no longer available to hear my apologize. This is getting deeper than I thought. I look at my bank balance and everything is just fuzzy to a point that I wished not to own a bank card.
“Baba. There are men here to see you.” Says MaNgcobo. I nod my head and sigh standing. Company is not what I want. I just still need to be alone. I walk out of the bedroom and find two police officers standing by the door. Is this woman that dumb to differentiate. If she said these are the kind of people looking for me, I would have...
“Are you Mr Sixakekile Ngcobo?” One asks with a serious look on his face. The man does not scare move me. He should try this far away from me. The other smirks looking at me. I sense that they know more than they should. I will stand firm. They might be here for investigations and there is no way that I am helping them in any case.
“You are under arrest for fraud, attempted murder...”
I gasped in shock holding my stomach. I feel my whole world going in slow motion. Everything is happening too fast. Being pulled by shirt – being pressed against the wall with your chest pressed against it. I know I did a crime and there is no need for them to gloat right at my face. It hurts yes, but I bought this up all to myself. It’s humiliating. Having the handcuffs locked on you behind the back is uncomfortable. There is not much room to move in the back of the police car. This is rather unpleasant and not comfortable at all with all the neighbors watching with rather fake concerned looks on their faces. I have gone beyond humiliation on this.
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“Still don’t want to talk I see. We will keep you here for days or rather say years if we want to. We have all the time in the world.” I will not talk without my lawyer present. If he thinks I will talk all the crap and sell myself out he has another thing coming. I huff and look on the side.
“Suit yourself.” He walks out whistling. Looks like they enjoy taking turns in watching me. Another is coming back smiling like a retched. I hope he has good news for me. I told him to go call my lawyer.
“What did he say?” I ask. I know that is a man that I can count on whenever things go South. Mangethe is one of the most powerful layers in this town.
“He is out of town for the next eight months. He is busy with a case outside country.”
“No. That can’t be. You are lying.”
“That is what his PA said. I didn't even get to tell why I was even looking for him. Which means he is truly out of the country. Just tell us what happened and I will make sure that you get a lighter sentence.” I can feel the joy in his voice. I feel my world coming to an end. I will have to sleep on it.
“No. I will not talk without a lawyer.” I repeat.
“Very well then. Let me take me back estokisini sakho Baba.”
“Can I have the whole cell to myself?” I plead. I am not one but right now I have no choice. I can't be locked up with those hardcore criminals. My life is at stake here.
“Next time Ngcobo. But for now. You will be with your friends until your lawyer decides otherwise. Think of what I told you. The clock is ticking. TikTok.” He pushes me inside and locks the gate. I feel my stomach being tied in knots. I sit down on the floor. Bury my head in between my knees. I have never imagined that one day I will live. If I knew Thabi’s contact number, I would have called her by now. I know she is one child that I can rely on without any doubt. Khanyi has changed – not just changed. But she has completely changed. She stands her ground, and her tongue sounds firm. Her eyes are too quick to roam around. I think my plan for her and that Gumede son. I shall put it to rest. There is no way that this Khanyi will ever listen to what I say. And now that I am here. My life is a mess.
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Hardly slept. My heart was not at ease. I am in a cell with other criminals. Closing my eyes was the last thing I needed with these fellas here with me. The gates click open and the two officers from yesterday come in. My stomach grumbles at the smell of fresh coffee. I stand up.
“Ngcobo.” He stands in front of me. Make me face the wall and cuff me again. I don’t understand why I am cuffed when I am inside their premises. It’s not like I am going to run away or something. I am led into the interrogation room. I sit on the bed and look around. I scoff in disbelief. This is my life now.
A tall dark man walks in carrying a briefcase. “Since your lawyer friend went MIA on you. As government we decided to appoint one for you.” He looks so very proud of the nonsense he is telling me.
“I don’t need him.” I hiss.
“You will need him trust me.” He walks out and leaves us both seated. The officer comes back and uncuffs me. I free my hands and rub my writs.
“What am I being arrested for?” I ask.
“You are trying to tell me that they did not inform upon the rest as to why?” The lawyer leans back and looks at me like I am stupid. I hate the look he is giving.
“You haven't done you reach.” I speak. I feel like I could scream my lungs out and toss this station upside down.
“I did. Quite well Mr N. All the cases labeled against you. Nci, nci, nci. Not even the best lawyer and pull through on this one. You are in too deep and there is no coming back.”
I swallow hard. “What are you trying to say?” I ask. My mouth becomes instantly dry.
“It starts way back. The rape case that was labelled against you.”
I shoot my eyes open. No one knows about that.
“Ho... how did you...” I stutter failing to contain my voice.
“How did I find out? Let's just say I have been gunning for you for a very long time. You might have fooled my brother Gumede – but you can never fool me. I know what you did to him and trust me I am still going to make you pay until you ask for Jesus to take your life.” He leaves a dangerous smile on his face. I feel my heart dropping out of my mouth. I take a breath. Who do I turn to when things have turned south for me? This was a secret I was willing to take to the grave. A secret that has been buried in my chest. Who leaked the information? It must be one of the boys I was with that day. It’s true when they say – trust a stone.
“Is this some type of revenge?’ I ask.
“Ow yes, my brother's friend. A sweet one served in a silver platter.” He smirks. I will bribe the judge to give me a lighter sentence. There is no way in hell that I will be spending my life in jail.
THE OTHER BROTHER
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