CHAPTER 6
NGWENYA
Ngwenya sat in his parents' lavish living room, sipping his tea. His mother, Mrs. Mthembu, and father, Mr. Mthembu, exchanged curious glances.
"Mother, Father, I wanted to talk to you about something," Ngwenya began.
Mrs. Mthembu's eyes sparkled. "What is it, my son?"
"I've met someone," Ngwenya announced, his voice steady.
Mr. Mthembu's expression turned serious. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Orearabetswe. She's intelligent, confident, and passionate about feminism," Ngwenya explained.
Mrs. Mthembu's face lit up. "That sounds wonderful! Tell us more."
Ngwenya shared stories about Ore, from their first conversation to her leadership in the debate team. His parents listened intently.
Mr. Mthembu cleared his throat. "Ngwenya, you know our family's expectations. We want you to marry someone who understands our culture and traditions."
Ngwenya took a deep breath. "I understand, Father. But Ore is different. She's not just intelligent and beautiful; she's kind and genuine. I think she's the one."
Mrs. Mthembu placed a gentle hand on Ngwenya's arm. "We want you to be happy, my son. But we also want to ensure our family's legacy continues."
Ngwenya's determination grew. "I understand, Mother. But I believe Ore is the right person for me. I'd like to introduce her to you soon."
Mr. Mthembu nodded slowly. "Very well, Ngwenya. We'll meet her. But remember, our family's reputation is at stake."
Ngwenya smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "I won't disappoint you, Father."
As the conversation came to a close, Ngwenya knew he had taken a significant step. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as Ore was by his side.
Mrs. Mthembu's expression softened. "We trust your judgment, Ngwenya. But tell us more about Ore's family background."
Ngwenya smiled. "Ore's parents are loving and supportive. They've done an excellent job raising her."
Mr. Mthembu nodded. "That's good to hear. And what about her education?"
Ngwenya nodded proudly. "Ore is in Grade 12, excelling academically, and passionate about social justice."
Mrs. Mthembu's eyes sparkled. "Impressive! We'd like to meet her and her parents soon."
Ngwenya grinned. "I'll arrange dinner for next weekend."
As Ngwenya left his parents' living room, he felt hopeful. Introducing Ore to his parents would be a significant step.
The next day, Ngwenya picked Ore up from school. They drove to a nearby park, enjoying the sunset.
"Ore, I told my parents about you," Ngwenya said, taking her hand.
Ore's eyes widened. "What did they say?"
Ngwenya chuckled. "They're curious, but supportive. They want to meet you and your parents."
Ore's face lit up. "That's amazing! I'll talk to my parents tonight."
Ngwenya smiled, feeling relieved. "I'll arrange dinner for next weekend."
As they strolled through the park, Ngwenya realized how much Ore meant to him.
OREARABETSWE
As they strolled through the park, Ore turned to Ngwenya with curiosity.
"Ngwenya, why are you introducing me to your parents? It's a big step, isn't it?" Ore asked.
Ngwenya's eyes locked onto hers. "I want them to know you're important to me. You're not just someone I'm interested in; you're the one I see a future with."
Ore's cheeks flushed. "And what will you tell them about me? Who am I to you?"
Ngwenya's smile faltered for a moment before he replied, "I'll tell them you're my girlfriend."
Ore's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Girlfriend? That's a big label. Are you sure?"
Ngwenya's voice dropped to a whisper. "I've never been more sure about anything. I want to be with you, Ore. Exclusively."
Ore's face softened, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want that too."
As they walked hand in hand, the park's scenery faded into the background, leaving only the promise of a future together.
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