UNCOVERING SKELETONS

SECOND PART- CHAPTER 14

It felt like my world was coming to an end and all the painful memories began to resurface. I was now convinced that Musa hated me. Why had me brought me here? Did he know what his father had done? Was him getting me to fall in love with him all just a game? Bab Dlamini had never been a good person and now I couldnt help but wonder if all the things my father and Thandeka had said were true. Was Musa the long-lost son of the Dlamini family? But how? His surname was Musa, Musa Ndaba, not Dlamini. Was it all just one big lie? I was getting ahead of myself perhaps I should give him a chance to explain himself. There had to be a valid reason for all this nonsense. Musa had to have known how much of a monster his father was, why else would he have left?

Me: Musa why am I here and why is this man calling me a parcel? Musa kwenzakalan lana?!(Whats going).

Bab Dlamini: Musa, ngikuthuma ukuthi ungilethele intombazane eyaxova umndeni wethu yamosha igama lethu emphakathini wena ukhetha ukumithisa? Ususangene yini wena mfana?! (Musa, I ask you to find the girl who ruined our family and tarnished our name, and you decide its best to impregnant her? Have you lost your mind?).\

Me: Owaxova umndeni wakho? Aibo, wemuntu wenkosi (Ruined your family? Good grief). You must be delusional if you think that I am responsible for what happened after your lies had me banished. You victi

Bab Dlamini: Musa! Mfana wami, wenze iphutha elikhulu kabi ngoba manje sekuzomele le ntombazanyana ibulawe izithwele (Musa, my boy. You have made a terrible mistake because now this little girl must be murdered whilst pregnant).

Musa: Baba that will not be necessary I think we

Me: Honestly, I would rather die screaming the truth from the top of my lungs then let you deceive Musa into thinking that you were innocent in all this when really you are nothing but a cold heartless bastard!

I felt a painful sting on my cheek when his rough, wrinkled, and bony hands landed on my face. The tears began to rush down my cheeks as I continued to pour my heart out. The confusion and clear concern on Musas face was evidence that he knew nothing about his fathers cunning ways. I was determined to expose this man now that I was no longer a little orphan girl. He obviously had a name in the city too and so involving the media would lead to his ultimate downfall. I do nit know what lies he has fed to the people, but I was ready to put a stop to it and be the voice for any other girl who had been victimised by this cold and evil man who has shown no remorse for his actions even in his fossil age.

Musa: Baba, I refuse to stand here and watch you place your hands on my pregnant fiancé. And if even for a second you think that you kill her or my children, then you have another thing coming. I do not care what she may have done to this family, I love her, and she has been nothing but good to me despite how cruelly I have treated her. You will not stand there and dictate to me how I should handle my affairs. Never! We will sit down as a family and discuss a way forward,

Bab Dlamini: You must be delusional my boy if you think you will marry the daughter of Nkosana Mkhize. That man has been an outcast in this village for years and both his daughters have brought nothing but pain to our family, I refuse Musa, over my dead body. Need I remind you what that peasant Thandeka did to us more than once and yet still you chose to run of with her to the city. Dont be foolish boy, these girls are here to finish this family and if you dont open your eyes the Dlamini surname will parish.

Ma Ndaba (Mrs Dlamini): I really thought you were over your obsession with this girl Bheki. Was it not enough you terrorised half of the girls in this village sexually molesting them, putting our marriage at stake? Now you want to kill the poor girl for being the only one brave enough to expose your vile doings. You are more deranged than I thought and every day I question why I am still here, by the looks of it you would kill me too.

Mrs Dlamini? Where did she come from? She believed me; she knew. More girls? What happened after I left? Did more girls come forward? Could that be the reason why Bab Dlamini hated me so much? Did my outburst create some sort of uprising against him? He still seemed to be very much in power though, so how did I tarnish the Dlamini name? I took a glance around and my eyes landed on their daughter, Mbalenhle Dlamini (Mbali), she looked different from the last time I saw her, more matured, and collected and less of a glam girl. She looked very humbled and very beautiful. A perfect body with thick thighs, a tiny waist, and perky breasts. She had the healthiest hair and perfect skin. Her face was stained with tears as she stood there listening to the conversation in disbelief, nobody had noticed her yet. My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shattering of glass of Musas roaring voice as him and his father fell onto the big glass table at the centre of the room knocking it over as Musa continued to throw punches at his father.

Musa: HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU ARE RAPIST! A PREDETOR! A PEDOPHILE! And you still stand there showing no remorse talking about my bride to be as if she is some dirt when you know very well what creature you are?! How dare you Bhekumusa Dlamini?!

There was so much commotion in the room I had become to feel out of body. As if everything was moving in slow motion. I heard Mrs Dlamini scream as she tried to separate the two men as Musa was clearly on the verge of killing his own father with his bare hands. Mbali just stood there still in shock. I wanted to reach over to her and give her a hug. All of this must have ben so hard for her and I know from a personal experience how difficult it is to learn that the person you grow up idolising calling a father is in fact a monster. I began to feel lightheaded and before I knew it, I fell to the ground. I heard Musas voice as he rushed by my side cursing and threatening his father that he would pay with his life if anything were to happen to me or the twins. I felt a softer hand touch mine and noticed that it belonged to a younger female, Mbali. I let my mind drift into unconsciousness. It seemed I have passed out more times than I had been genuinely happy and carefree since meeting Musa.