Make me whole

Bad gets worse

“But I have school to attend.” I protested.

" You’ll travel by public transport straight from here to school. I'll have to inform your father.”

“No!” I exclaimed. Anything but that! I was more afraid of him than Jesus himself. She looked at me in shock.

“Haw Ntombi, Why?” (Why young lady?)

“Ngiyamesaba.”( I’m scared of him.) I answered truthfully. She sat down across me and looked at me shocked

“Kungani sisi?” (Why?)

"Because..." I hesitated, already regretting saying anything. She was going to tell it as it is.

"No never mind."

I said trying to redeem myself. She looked at me long and hard, and my eyes darted straight to the floor. If they could bore holes into the ground, I'd have them do that so I could enter. It was tense...

the air in the room became denser.

“Okay, it’s fine. I won’t pester you anymore.”

Yeah. That’s because you’re going straight to my dad after this. I thought, annoyed.

I was too afraid to even go and get fresh air outside because of that witch. Dare I even think that? Don’t want to be struck down by lightning for thinking that now.

I made tea for my grandmother because that woman doesn’t care if it’s nineteen degrees or the whole thirty-five degrees out. She loves her tea black with three tablespoons of sugar.

I offer with my brightest, widest smile trying to make her forget about our little conversation. I didn’t get to see what happened next because I blacked out and saw little stars before me before breaking her most loved tea set. It was a porcelain set that my grandfather bought for her, according to her.

I woke up and saw the shattered glasses on the floor beside me. I then lifted my heavy head and looked on my stomach and saw blood gushing out.

Panic-stricken, I touched the area but oddly, I couldn’t see or feel any wounds on the bleeding area. I sat upright, trying to figure out what on earth is going on. I was brought out of my daze by my grandmother clapping her hands. I looked up in time to see her rest her hands on her waist.

“Must be nice hey.” “You still have time to think about things while dying.” She had this habit of raising one eyebrow.

“Ah!” I screamed as I felt something against my abdomen.” The pain was getting worse and worse by the minute, it got so bad that at a certain point, I started crying. “I can’t take this! I can’t take this anymore!” I cried out in pain. “I can’t take you to the hospital!” She exclaimed. “Why?” my voice slowly fading.

“If I take you to the hospital while we’re trying to fight a battle of the supernatural forces, it'll just end up in you dying.” Soon enough, the blood vanished. I took a look at both sides of my hands and noticed that they are squeaky clean. I’ve heard of people being tortured but this is beyond torture, I’ve never been to hell, but I was certain that that’s what it feels like. To wake daily knowing that there’s going to be something that disturbs your peace is heart-breaking. Getting up, I dusted my nude track pants off with my hands and got up from my ground. “See what you’ve done?” I expected that to happen. I expected her to worry more about her tea set than me. She’s a worrier by nature. She can’t help herself. “I have some money saved up, I’ll see if I can put my cents to gather and get you another one.”

“Argh just leave it.”

If looks could kill, she'd have long buried me.

Bright lights shone through the window and my eyes widened in the realization that it’s my dad who was parking outside. I’m in trouble now. Little beads of sweat started forming in my palms and on my nose, needless to say, my heart was beating out of my ribcage. I then saw the doorknob turning sideways and drew in a deep breath, trying t calm myself down so that when I do speak, I say things that make sense. I struggle to construct proper sentences when I'm nervous.  

“Gogo.” (Gran)

“Montana.” (My child.) She responds

“Nisele njani la?” (How was your stay with her.

“Kahle kakhulu. Azange angihluphe umzukulu bandla. (Very well, my granddaughter didn’t bother me at all.)

Why would she lie like that? What is she thinking? What’s her plan? She doesn’t love me like that. Why is she covering for me? What game is she playing? Is she going to be a part of the people I don’t along the way? What’s the meaning of this?”

“In fact, I'd like her to stay with me.”

“Nice try Ma, you know she’s got school. We'll visit when we get the chance.”

I already had my duffle bag in my hand, ready to leave. “You want to leave?” She asks giving me that signature look.” Uh yeah, I cleared my throat a bit to stop my voice from being too shaky. “On second thought… ill stay here. I think we’ve done enough bonding.”

“Well, that settles it then. I’ll tell the driver to pick you up from there then.”

She better have a plan. If she’s going to keep me here, I hope she has a plan for what we’re going to do to deal with that old hag.

“We’ll bring your stuff over tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but cry when they said that. Goodbye soft life. I thought to myself as I imagined having to say goodbye to life's little luxuries such as taking a hot shower or bath. Staying there meant I had to take a bath in a basin every day but regimes life forces us to reroute and there’s nothing that we can do at that point but to accept the changes as they’re given to us and make the most out of it. After bidding everybody farewell, I was left alone I’m the house while the adults went out to discuss some things. One thing about Gran, if she wants to say something, she won’t wait for the perfect opportunity, that woman will embarrass you no matter how watching so I was sure that she would keep our little secret to herself. I opened the cupboard, wanting to make a little snack for the both of us but decided against it because of my curse. I’d have to do that once the dust had settled.

“But I have school to attend.” You’ll travel by public transport straight from here to school. “I'll have to inform your father.”

“No!” I exclaimed. Anything but that! I was more afraid of him than Jesus himself. She looked at me in shock. “Haw Ntombi Why?” (Why young lady?) “Ngiyamesaba.”( I’m scared of him.) I answered truthfully. She sat down across me and looked at me shocked “Kungani sisi?” (Why?) Because... I hesitated, already regretting saying anything. She was going to tell it as it is. No never mind. I said trying to redeem myself. She looked at me in and hard, and my eyes darted straight to the floor. If they could bore holes into the ground, is have the do that so I could enter. It was tense the air in the room become denser. “Okay, it’s fine. I won’t pester you anymore.” Yeah. That’s because you’re going straight to my dad after this.” I was too afraid to even go and get fresh air outside because of that witch. Dare I even think that? Don’t now to be struck down by lightning for that now.

I made tea for my grandmother because that woman doesn’t care if it’s nineteen degrees or the whole thirty-five degrees out. She loves her. Black with three tablespoons of sugar. I offer with my brightest, widest smile trying to make her forget about our little conversation. I didn’t get to see what happened next because I blacked out and saw little stars before me before breaking her most loved tea set. It was a porcelain set that my grandfather bought for her, according to her. I woke up and saw the shattered glasses on the floor beside me. I then lived my heavy head and looked on my stomach and saw blood gushing out. Panic-stricken, I touched the area but oddly, I couldn’t see or feel any wounds on the bleeding area. I sat upright, trying to figure out what on earth is going on. I was brought out of my daze by my grandmother clapping her hands. I looked up in time to see her rest her hands on her waist.

“Must be nice hey.” “You still have time to think about things while dying.” She had this habit of raising one eyebrow.

“Ah!” I screamed as I felt something against my abdomen.” The pain was getting worse and worse by the minute, it got so bad that at a certain point, I started crying. “I can’t take this! I can’t take this anymore!” I cried out in pain. “I can’t take you to the hospital!” She exclaimed. “Why?” my voice slowly fading.

“If I take you to the hospital while we’re trying to fight a battle of the supernatural forces, it'll just end up in you dying.” Soon enough, the blood vanished. I took a look at both sides of my hands and noticed that they are squeaky clean. I’ve heard of people being tortured but this is beyond torture, I’ve never been to hell, but I was certain that that’s what it feels like. To wake daily knowing that there’s going to be something that disturbs your peace is heart-breaking. Getting up, I dusted my nude track pants off with my hands and got up from my ground. “See what you’ve done?” I expected that to happen. I expected her to worry more about her tea set than me. She’s a worrier by nature. She can’t help herself. “I have some money saved up, I’ll see if I can put my cents to gather and get you another one.”

“Argh just leave it.”

If looks could kill, she'd have long buried me.

Bright lights shone through the window and my eyes widened in realisation that it’s my dad who was parking outside. I’m in trouble now. Little beads of sweat started forming in my palms and on my nose, needless to say, my heart was beating out of my ribcage. I then saw the doorknob turning sideways and drew in a deep breath, trying t calm myself down so that when I do speak, I say things that make sense. I struggle to construct proper sentences when I'm nervous.  

“Gogo.” (Gran)

“Mntanami.” (My child.) She responds

“Nisele njani la?” (How was your stay with her.

“Kahle kakhulu. Azange angihluphe umzukulu bandla. (Very well, my granddaughter didn’t bother me at all.)

Way would she lie like that? What is she thinking? What’s her plan? She doesn’t love me like that. Why is she covering for me? What game is she playing? Is she going to be a part of the people I don’t along the way? What’s the meaning of this?”

“In fact, I'd like her to stay with me.”

“Nice try Ma, you know she’s got school. We'll visit when we get the chance.”

I already had my duffle bag in my hand, ready to leave. “You want to leave?” She asks giving me that signature look.” Uh yeah, I cleared my throat a bit to stop my voice from being too shaky. “On second thought… ill stay here. I think we’ve done enough bonding.”

“Well, that settles it then. I’ll tell the driver to pick you up from there then.”

She better have a plan. If she’s going to keep me here, I hope she has a plan for what we’re going to do to deal with that old hag.

“We’ll bring your stuff over tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but cry when they said that. Goodbye soft life. I thought to myself as I imagined having to say goodbye to life's little luxuries such as taking a hot shower or bath. Staying there meant I had to take a bath in a basin every day but sometimes life forces us to reroute and there’s nothing that we can do at that point but to accept the changes as they’re given to us and make the most out of it. After bidding everybody farewell, I was left alone I’m the house while the adults went out to discuss some things. One thing about Gran, if she wants to say something, she won’t wait for the perfect opportunity, that woman will embarrass you no matter how watching so I was sure that she would keep our little secret to herself. I opened the cupboard, wanting to make a little snack for the both of us but decided against it because of my curse. I’d have to do that once the dust had settled.