PROLOGUE
SUBSTITUTESKHOSANA.
It was only Elsa who created Olaf the talking snow to avoid love temptations, but whatever excuse Mr Skhosana used all his past ages should be sued.
He is the man threatening god to never come back on earth. The suit jacket might lose a hold on him, he is doing much on himself and as well as abusing his clothes.
A true definition of black don't crack, he still goes to the gym twice a week to keep those abs fresh and young.
His forefathers never loved short people and so they kept it like that for generations.
His tall figure stood firm at the window view inside his company as he looked down to the world outside.
" Do you love coffee or you just love seeing me run errands for you.?"
Mbutho disturbed his thoughts. He had to get his attention to this idiot and sat down before his back sends him to the hospital, 35 years ain't that funny on him and yet the worst is to befall him by the time he reach forty five.
" At least you do something when you come to my office, being useful is something."
" Useful my ***. You fired your assistant. If you wanted to hire me you could have said it."
" He stole from me."
What an excuse of a person.
Skhosana sips on his coffee and all of the suddenly went quite. This is the same reason he fought to sleep last night and this morning he had to call his friend for comfort. He is still looking for words to say whatever he wants to say to him.
Mbutho and Skhosana have been friends for a couple of years now..five to six years if being specific.
They share a lot. Know a lot about each other and have each other's back always.
" I want babies."
That's how he broke his silence, Mbutho choked up. He gets a napkin out of his pocket and wiped himself and stood up still coughing.
Skhosana might be good in cracking jokes. But this one nearly sent Mbutho close to his ancestors.
Skhosana never talked about his personal life that much...not to this point, he was always Skhosana. The business man.
The joker.
Haibo.!
" Ngathi umoya wami uya lengiswa emaweni."
Mbutho
Skhosana looks at mbutho getting a hold of himself.
" It's illegal to smoke in the morning."
Mbutho says that on his second breath.
There was a year he told this man to get himself a life, to live a little but instead he ghosted him for a month. Imagine, a whole man.
Whatever he drank or ate last night to put this thought in his empty skull should be cooked everyday.
" But I don't want a wife."
Njani.?
Is he mad.?
" Is this about Sizwe and his pregnant wife.?"
Now he got the clue. Sizwe is his business opponent, few weeks ago he made a new product, a high ranked product.
New babies wipes and his speech is what turned this bear into a mango .
He talked of how he is looking forward to meet his new born, his legacy. Someone to fight for.
The things he talked about are more to this.
To think of it, Skhosana has no one. His mother birthed him and died.
May her soul continue to rest.
His father...
Yeah, that's worse.
'' look at me Mbutho, I have everything. When I die who will take all this am working hard for.?"
His cousins. That part of the crazy family he left Emnambithi.
Who else is there as a family relative.?
" Who will decide to just give you a child just like that.? No mother can abandon her child."
He rather throw a party naked where the Titanic sank, than to marry. Nope..
Mbutho better help with solutions, not trouble.
QINILE
" Miss Nyambose, right.?"
The one and only, am only grateful that my mother kept me when my father argued to get rid of me before I could even breathe the air of this world.
I see what he was trying to do. He knew he was a dead beat of a father. That explains why he ran away five months later.
He tried to save me from this wicked world for the right and best time, yet hormones had Nelisiwe by balls. Here I am.
" It says here on your CV that you went to university of Johannesburg. Quite an experience, tell us about that."
I blinked.
When I wrote this CV my best friend told me to be honest, to write my best days down and also my bad days to motivate my CV, That was one of the bad ones because...
" Oh, it was a family meeting thing. Actually my younger sister had a boy's head stuck in a pipe and tried to inject him with cow blood on the neck. Yeah, what an experience."
It's a shame that fool was expelled and had to change a university because there was no way she was going back there. The whole school was about to file a protection order against her.
And that's how the Nyambose surname was on the map. Through Sthembisile.
Lucky this year she was accepted at the university of Cape town. I pray to God she behaves.
" Mine is somewhere below, I went to Unisa."
At least South Africa never failed some of us.
The lady smiles and keep her lips sealed looking at the papers.
" There are some of the job posts available, like cleaning."
" Is that a discrimination.? Just because I went to Unisa I can't apply for assistant position.?"
Education is education, regardless the source.
What is she trying to tell me. I have all the qualifications. My English is accurate and on the same level as they requested.
Or maybe princess Ariel type should apply for this kinda job position.
Am Qinile, show some respect.! At least for the sake of humanity if not god.
" No, that's not what I meant. You see...just maybe you think of any job position to suit you."
" I understand exactly what you meant. But it's fine, am here for the personal assistant position. "
Mandela was the last person of honesty and integrity in this world. It's a shame god took him from us.
" Ok then, we will call you when the decision is made."
" But I just came in."
I have seconds seated on this chair, or is it that..One question is enough for me.?
I need this job very bad, I need money. I need this as in like yesterday or last year.
Sthembisile's bills won't pay themselves as they inflate like the country is buying another language. University ain't that friendly when it comes to pockets.
And the last thing I would want is for my younger sister to drop out of university, to be a loser like me.
A beggar from House to house looking for help.
The one that failed to give her mother a nice life just like her friends did the opposite for their parents.
Jabu bought a car for his mother a month ago, that lady is old but has a range rover parked under her house shadows morning till night.
Both our neighbours are separated with walls yet our gate is hanging upside down.
" Next.!"
.
.
Am not about to back down that easily am I.?
A parent that sacrificed a lot for us is yet to hear another shame. We are cursed in this family. But one think I know is that sthembisile had to graduate, she will.
By fire by force.! That man up there has to answer this one.
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