Chapter 1 |My Way
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Naomi Mahlangu
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It was the wee hours of the morning and my sister, Genesis hadn't even arrived back home back home. I was awake, still in in the blankets with me on the phone. I was texting with my friend, Michaela. We were both part of the Grande Toure Play for an art school in Johannesburg, CBD.
I suddenly heard a door openning, and it sounded like it came from the kitchen. I stood up and wore my slippers and I waddled my way to the kitchen.
I saw a figure standing by the opened fridge, which I thought was an intruder, I noticed it was Genesis, because of her lab coat. I walked to her and stood behind her.
"Your food isn't in the fridge." I said to her and she gasped dropping the open bottle of water she was drinking.
"What's wrong with you Naomi?" She asked me and I kept on laughing.
"What are you doing looking at the fridge like a lost soul?"I asked
"Hehehe Haha, funny it is, stop laughing it's not funny. All I want to do right now is to just is to just eat and go to bed after, because it's been a rough night." She siad while yawning.
"What happened this time?" I asked.
"We have this new patient, he got in last night after the paramedics had brought him from the Emergency Room Entrance. His case was challenging, because hewas shot and it was the scariest surgery I've ever done in my three years of being a doctor. He was going to die." She said.
"Yoh, so you guys still don't know who shot him?" I asked.
"Yep, mara we informed the police, but you know the justice system of this country. Yah Teka Teka." (It's useless). She said making me blurt out in laughter.
"Yah Teka Teka, vele." (It's useless, of course.)
"Shush, you'll wake Mama up. You how much she loves her sleep." She whispered.
"Sorry, but it's your fault njena." I whispered. "Anyways, how's your art or drama project coming along?" She asked.
"It's coming along well, Michaela even planned on having auditions to find new and upcoming actors and actresses." I said.
"Okay, I wish you luck on this project, My lil' sister." She said to walking out of the kitchen and heading to her bedroom. I look at the paddle on thee floor.
"So now I'm suppose to wipe this." I said with my voice gradually louder.
In the Afternoon.
Zamora Dhlamini
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I'm at the depot, doing some checkings. I'm surrounded by half naked girls who are packaging the merchandise. This one is special, because it's an apology package to Svetlana Govanniski. A Russian mafia who you don't want to double-cross at all.
"Ladies, mantfobantane. Hurry up, hurry up we need this package delivered straight to Russia by tonight. Niyeva. (Girls, Do you understand?) I said with my voice gradually louder. They all noded, I went to the front office and I met up with Enzo and Fikile. Enzo and Nkanyiso's annoying mother.
Sometimes I ask myself how come she is a drama queen and her children are very peaceful. We got in the office and sat down on the couches near a coffee table, with the desk further away from us.
"So how's the packaging going?" Fikile asked.
"Good." I bluntly said.
"You don't talk much do you?" She asked.
"Why do you ask, really?" I asked back.
"Just, well as long as we don't get to the bad side of Svetlana then I'm good with that." She said. Oh whatever, it's not a problem at all when I control things.
"Okay, can I leave now? I need to do the 5 th round of checkings." I said.
"Go." With that said, I stood up from the couch and exited the office. I walked straight to the Warehouse.
Nkanyiso Hlongwane
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I was still awake, watching TV. I heard voices by the door and I turned, only to see two doctors standing there. One was Indian and other was White. When they noticed that I was looking at them they smiled and entered the room - they both stood by the corner of the hospital bed.
"Afternoon, Mr Hlongwane, I'm Dr Patel and this is Dr Swart. Unfortunately, Dr Mahlangu who was actually the one who did the most hard into keeping you alive couldn't make it, but for today we will be monitoring you." Said the Indian doctor. So Dr Mahlangu is the one who saved my life, I need to call Zamora to make research about her.
"So sir how are you feeling?" Dr Patel asked.
"I'm feeling a bit of pain... but I'll be strong. I just wish to get my breathing ability back, I just want to be able to breath on my own." I said and they nodded their heads.
"Okay sir, don't worry. See, you will heal and your breathing ability will be back in time. Well we have to love you and leave you, I pray for your speedy recovery. Goodbye, sir." She said and they both left. I took my phone from the pedestal and I called Zamora, she picked up at the third ring.
"Mfethu, what's up? How are you feeling?"(Brother). She asked.
"I'm a little bit in pain, but I'll be fine." I said.
"Okay, as long as you're awake, ntwana." she said.
"Hey, bona. I need you to do somethig for me?" I asked.
"I'm listening." she said .
"I need you dig someone up for me?" I held my breath, hoping she wouldn't say no. She can't say no, can she?
"Who?" She asked in a concerned tone.
"A lady. She is a doctor, that's all I know. Her name tag goes something like; Dr G Mahlangu. Can you get me all the information that I need, anything that you can find about her for me? I bit my bottom lip.
"Good or Bad?"
"Gosh, just anything you can find." I say, feeling the urge to change my mind.
"Okay, bro. I'll gatherrreverything in a few hours and I'll get back to you."
"Thank you alot. I owe you."
"Surecase."
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To Be Continued...
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By Herstoryslit•♡
Edited By Miss X•☆
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