Dion asked for food for the first time. He had already began losing weight and it was worrying everyone in the home. For Dion to finally speak up and ask for, was truly an improvement.
-**He hasn’t eaten for many days. **-
“Give me something. Anything, and I will eat. I will not throw it at your face. I will not yell at you. I will not trouble you. I just want to eat.”
She got on it right away. He heard her bang the plates, and fiddle with the spoons. “Please and thank you,” he said. She did not know a Dion like that. She stared at him for a while. She saw nothing suspicious on his face. He was very genuine.
-**Why is he like this? He must be sick. **-
“You’re lucky, there’s rice left from lunch,” she went and gave him the dish. She helped him find the spoon. She started checking his temperature.
“Mpumi! Mpumi, the water’s done!” she heard the boys cry out. She quickly run out.
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Someday Mpumi returned from campus,
Liam found Daphne at the balcony. She was weeping. She did not hide away from him. She was always honest with him. “He could be alive.”“Liam, nobody knows that. Don’t attempt to calm me down like that.”“You’re right. But you have to take it easy. You still have us. We’re all around, you know.”“You can’t ask me to move on so fast. Liam, you know I drove him away from his father. He left because of me!”Sudden noises interrupted; Liam knew he had to go check what was happening. There was an intrusion of new voices in the other room. It sounded like it was happening in the living room. But at the same time, Daphne needed his comfort. He was conflicted.“It’s okay, Liam.” Daphne sent him off, “Go.”Liam found Shannon and Kefentse having an argument with the new guard, Joseph. They had been branded as intruders because the new gu
Mpumi was still preparing to go out with Dion. It was yet another day to beg. She was packing the breakfast plates away.“I’m sorry,” she heard Dion say.“Dion?”“I never treated you right.”“I never held a grudge.”“I was bad.”“You didn’t know better.”He took a deep breath to start opening up, she saw the tear run down his eye, “All my life… Listen, I haven’t been a good person.”Mpumi knew that he wanted to talk. She knew that it was right to be an ear to someone who wanted to speak up about something. She learnt that it was trust. He had grown to trust her. She remained silent that while.“I made people suffer without thinking twice about it. Men and women with children, with responsibilities. I was horrible. I didn’t help anyone with all the resources I had; I also didn’t think that I would
“Dave calls you, his mother.”Vincent was outside, chilling with Mpumi. The night sky was so clear that the stairs shone even brighter than usual.“What?!!!”“Yeah! That’s what he told my teacher at school. Mrs Ndlovu. My teacher was telling him about me. She was encouraging him to follow in my foot-steps, because I am a good child.” He emphasised, “I am a good child.”“Of course, you are, Vincent.”Feeling validated, Vincent continued his story, “And then she started asking questions about our likes and dislikes, our talents and hobbies, our resident and parents. That’s when Dave said, Dion and Mpumi.”“What?”“Yeah. And he was very proud when he said it. She asked us if we were happy here.”“And you said?”By now Dion was standing behind them at the door. They did not see him because, of course, he wa
Good news finally hit home, Mpumi had found work. She had hustled tirelessly for the job. It was persistence and patience. The family knew then that they had to stop begging. It was only few days later that Mpumi found two more jobs. Luck seemed to had found way towards her.She worked in the clinic on the outbreak of day. She was a cleaner there. She was lucky to have gotten a morning shift. She knew that every morning she had to be there at five and get everything clean and in order. She would walk a two hour’s distance to compass and knock off at four p.m.—or even earlier, depending on her time table—she assisted in a Pakistan tuckshop in some area. The owner would only let her go at eight evening.The third job was at a garage not so far from her shack. She worked there depending her shifts. When she was in, she was to work the entire night and only depart the next morning around seven. She was struggling, but she knew she was serving the new fami
Liam had been having a conversation with Bowman Hill’s personal guard—Gibson. Liam was just puzzled at the little emotion Gibson showed towards Bowman’s ordeal. He couldn’t understand how Gibson insinuated that Dion might be coming back.“Mr. Gibson, it seems you have decided that Dion’s not coming back.”“Decided? Only God can decide. I’ve been on this journey before. It is one of the hardest. I did not prepare for the worst and it hit me bad.”“I heard you lost your niece. She ran on her own.”“So, she was bound to die?”“No. Ow, of course not. I did not mean it like that. I’m sorry.”“I have come to see how fond of Dion everyone around here is. I pray with you all that his road leads him back here. I wish no harm on him at all. The same I wish for Mr. Hill. It is my duty to take personal his interests. He has to be in best shape wit
She left the shack. After a short distance, she was already passing by the gang of young men. The man she found attractive was among the group. From the side of her eye, she could see the rest of them whisper pointing towards her. She loved that. She loved that they were talking about her in front of him. Mpumi kept her cool, and pretended not to see them at all. She made it to the shop. “Mpumi,” the man standing behind the counter said. It was a small shop in a container. She was inside. “My friend.” “Yes, what do you want?” “I want sweets.” “Okay.” There was a moment of pause. Mpumi did not seem informed of the pause—she was intensely focused on the man she was crushing on in just a short distance from the shop. The man behind the counter had to prompt her, “R1 for three, you know that, right?” “Of course,” she was still staring out to the gang afar. “The money, please.” “Ow,” she was back. She started searchi
Vincent had been arguing with Mpumi about the matter of love. Vincent wanted to have a girlfriend but Mpumi refused to allow him. He argued that he was ready because he was 13 years old. But Mpumi argued back, shutting down the discussion with him at once, “The more reason you shouldn’t have a girlfriend.” Vincent was not pleased with any of that. He started wondering how everything changed and turned out this way. Not so long ago, they were talking about her and now it was him. He got up. He glared at her, and then he stormed out of the room. Dave followed behind him. They both stomped out of the house. “Mpumi,” Dion said, “he might not come back.” “He will. Trust me. He’s only out to breathe.” “But why, Mpumi? Let the child explore his sexuality. He’s only sharing love.” “He’s too young.” “When was the first time you had your first love?” “In kinder garden, actually. But as a parent I cannot encourage that to my child
“Attention. I didn’t give them enough attention. That’s the one thing in common they all said. I still don’t know what that is. What do I do during attention?”“You accepted them, gave them big monies, but deprived them off attention. They simply wanted time with you. Not in bed. Getting to sit with your man and just talk. About anything. Silly. Deep. Hilarious. Just talk and hold hands. Go out together. Do things together. Get to know him… It’s just one of the presents a man can give a woman he loves.”Mpumi continued her attempt at trying to explain to him what attention was, “All I want is to know him. To know all there is about him. What he likes and what he dislikes. I want to see him weak and cry. I want to see him strong and hear him laugh. I want him to give me the chance to be part of his life. I want a position in it. I want each day of his to have me in it. I want to be his reason to smile and laug