Silence is better sometimes

M. Thusi

"Hey you mamas why did you kill Mr Zungu?" asked Bobo jokingly to some women at luch time in a break factory. "Last week the man was working fine without any ache all of a sudden just fell down and died."

"We also don't know how that happened but one or two of us [she meant in the company] know" answered Mrs makhubu.

Bobo said that jokingly. Unfortunately there was a new commer who had just started. He had also heard how Mr Zungu had lost his life so he decided to quit the job ,claiming he was afraid of witches in the company. He singled out Mrs Makhubu as the witch as she answered Bobo's questions during that lunch conversation.

Many people at work started to hate Mrs Makhubu as they thought she was the one who bewitched Mr Zungu. Mrs Makhubu's friends who were also in the discussion started to run away from her though they were not convienced she was a witch. They thought if they could hang arround with her they would also be seen as witches or just part of witchcraft which was going on within the company.

The story spread out like fire being pushed away by wind. Everybody in Mrs Makhubu's township knew about that. She had to leave her job as a general assistant in that factory. She just spent time alone in her house with her children and husband. Few days later, husband died in the car accident, the husband's family and neighbours started to make some threats to her saying she had bewitched her husband by selling her soul to one of big witches so she could turn him to a zombie that would be sent to kill the rest of the society.

She cried and and cried during the funneral . People thought those were crocodile tears. Few days later, while still beariving she heard people coming in. They knocked at the door. She opened as they had promised to burn her house if she was not opening and she recognised the voice for one of them . It was Bobo . Bobo who knew well how the story started . They ordered her to vacate the room in 30 minutes time otherwise they would burn her house. She did so. The last word she said was "And you Bobo who know well how the story started You join them to humiliate me. God will see you." Bobo said "I am not always with you. In future learn not to answer questions that are not adressed to you."

She left carrying some of her belongings in the bed sheet on her head being followed by her children.

Just for a girl

By B.N. Myeza

A man can do any thing just to win the heart of a woman so don't question my intelligence if I tell you about what happened to me 27 years ago. We had been together for a while with Karen a new lady from Durban. She was just here for holidays but she had asked permission from her parents for an extension of stay. I knew her through her brother who was my friend Nyoni.

The eyes of other guys around her were not giving me rest. They started to flock in to Nyoni's grandma's house like flies in the wound. Performing different sorts of actions which would win themselves soft spot in her heart. If we had a football match every body would give their best when she was watching so she could be impresed. Normal mini races we used to run as athletes could turn into a heavy contest. Some brawls and skirmshes could be started deliberately by the ones who fancied their chances of success during the fights. Though she seemed to be impressed by my style I was afraid I could lose her so I decided to do something they would never afford to do even in their dreams.

'Do you know I can lie on the road and that lorry run over me but not sustaining any bruise or injury' I asked them ,pointing at one of many road consruction trucks which carried huge load of gray stones. They all disagreed.

I said to them 'look when the next truck come tell me so I can run and lie. I started to regret what I had said when the big truck started to unveil from a distance. I pretended as if I hadn't seen it but my oppositions could not wait to see it crushing my head so they could have a fair share to my beloved girl. I said; 'tell me when it is so close'. Myheart started to beat faster while I was liying on the ground. I did not know wheather to lie on my stomach or back but I decided to lie on my stomach so I could make some adjustments if required.I was lie between the trails that had been made by other trucks,knowing exactly this one would cruise on them. It was not only them who were watching . Some prominent figures of the public were there. I heard the vehicle aproaching. I felt comfortable as I knew the driver could not stop instantly as the area was steep. I closed my eyes waiting . The truck came. All of a sudden the truck stoped. I openad my eyes.

The driver came shooting like a bullet. I Jumped up and dived against his catching hand all my friends cheered what was happening I ran for few meters, taking a glance I saw the driver entering in the blue truck and pulled out .

I stood there for a while my grand dad called me. I went to him happily , not realising he had been a spectator of my entertaining showpiece. He caught my hand and said ,'Ya! what were you trying to do? He said that while pinching slowly but painfully on my thighs I cried loudly like achild my friends started to laugh. When he released me ,I woke up and ran ,being so dirty and crying I didn't want to watch them but I saw her laughing as well. I ran to hide and I didn't speak to her since then. I don't know when did she went back to Durban.

Sugar in the pond

By Norman

Once when I grew up in one of African villages there were two boys.They stole 10 kg of sugar from their grandmother's house and carried it to the pond. They also bought two loves of bread with them . They opened the pack then pour it into the pond of Yala river hoping it was going to turn sweet .When tasting they were totally shocked to discover it was not sweet so they wasted that big packet of sugar and they were going to be severely punished for something they hadn't enjoyed. They managed to eat those two loaves so it is the same these days .We do things without considering positive and negative consiquencies that may follow after our actions. At least they managed two loaves what if you didn't save any thing to keep you going when your reign collapsed?

The story of 12 witches

By Skata Ngcobo

Once up on a time ,there were twelve witches who use to gang up against undefeatable enemy.The one they couldn't individually bewitched.

So Mr Ngcobo was the one of undefeatable enemies. At 1 am they all left their homes with everyone heavly armed himself with muthi's to bewitch Mr Ngcobo.They were all in self pyjamas .Unexpectadly one of them excused himself saying he had forgotten his wallet at home.They had to wait for him.

One of them said let us test Mr Mthembu the healer because he claim to know every thing so they took a short turn to mthembu's house.

The one who had gone for wallet came back .He search for them high and low, then opted to go to Mr Ngcobo's house ,hoping to reunite with his fellows.

Mr Ngcobo was from the loo wearing only his underwears . he had been attacked by floods of diarrhoea actually his bed had a big swamp of those stomach contents. May be the reason was due to gulping a lot of meat during uncle Tom's funneral."Where are the others"; Asking the voice behind him.He had already seen the shadow and suspected it was Thwala.One of his previos neighbours whom they had longterm millie field rivalry dating back when they were still in the same village before Ngcobo left because of his envious former neighour.He had nearly caught him one day but he just raced away with assistance of his baboon.

'Just wait here'answered Mr Ngcobo in a strange voice rushing to his room .Coming back the witch had recognised him .Unfortunately for him [the witch]this time there was no baboon. He had to run on his own to save his life from looming death .He ran straight to the fence .He hardly managed to ascape through the fence but his wallet was caught while trying to remove his wallet, a sound of the Ngcobo's spear was heard over his head.He just left it, ran out to the neaby forest.

Despite of losing the enemy,Mr Ngcobo was happy with what had happened and he opened witche's wallett hoping it had a lot of money as the witch was a hawker. He was so disappointed when he found a smelly and digusting substance inside.

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