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5/30/2025, 5:30:51 PM

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5/29/2025, 6:36:54 AM

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6/8/2025, 5:52:25 PM

"Promise Me You'll Stay" This version of me… I know you've never really seen it. Or maybe—just once or twice. Usually, I'm calm. I move with peace. Serenity lives in my heart. I’m the calm to your storm. But today... Today, I need you to be the one who puts out this fire. This raging, burning, confusing fire within me. Mother Nature? She forgot to bring a manual—again. Her visit? It's one I’m left to figure out alone, over and over. I didn’t wake up planning to be a storm myself. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I’m just… confused. Once more, she’s doing as she pleases with my body— pushing, pulling, evoking emotions that make darkness feel… familiar. I don’t choose sadness. I just wake up with it staring me in the face, waiting to consume me whole. Some days, my emotions are a rollercoaster so wild, even I— the one riding it—don’t understand. When I go quiet, it’s not because I don’t care. When I push you away, it’s not on purpose. Sometimes, it’s just too much. I am a woman. Your woman. And there are days Mother Nature shakes my soul. So I ask you— please, try to understand me. When I fall silent, listen to that silence. Read it. When I yell, don’t take it as anger— take it as confusion, a cry for help I don’t know how to voice. Hold my hand even when I push you away. Because those days? Those are the ones I need you the most. So… Promise me you’ll stay. Not just on the easy days. But in the storm too. @bluey

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6/3/2025, 1:20:09 PM

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5/25/2025, 5:23:25 PM

Written By Yenzoey Bluey Ndlovu UNGENO MY BROTHER'S WIFE As the women of the Nkosi family set off towards the river, Bayede couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify her fears, and the weight of her pregnancy made every step a challenge. Nkosi's grandmother, Gogo, led the way, her steady pace a reassuring presence in the darkness. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of crickets. Khaya and one of Nkosi's cousins, walked on either side of her, their hands grasping hers as if sensing her unease. The moon cast long shadows on the ground, making it seem like they were walking through a dream. As they approached the river, the sound of gently lapping water grew louder. The seer, who had preceded them, was already standing by the riverbank, his eyes closed as if in prayer. Gogo nodded to the women, and they formed a semi-circle around the seer. The ritual began with the seer chanting softly, his voice weaving in and out of the night sounds. Bayede felt a strange energy building up inside her, as if the ancestors were indeed stirring. The seer handed gogo a small bundle containing various herbs and powders, which gogo sprinkled into the river and seer smeared some crushed herbs on Bayede's protuding tummy and forehead.He also proceeded to chant the ancestral names looking into the river The water seemed to respond, rippling and churning as if something was stirring beneath the surface. Bayede felt a sudden jolt of pain, and her water broke, flowing into the river like a sign of release. The seer nodded, a small smile on his face. "It's a sign," Gogo said, her voice full of conviction. "The ancestors are ready to welcome the child." As the women began to chant and sing, Bayede felt a sense of peace wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. She looked up at the stars twinkling above, feeling a sense of hope she hadn't felt in a long time. The ritual at the river was a blur of sound and motion, but Bayede remembered the feeling of peace that washed over her as the women chanted and sang. She felt a sense of connection to the ancestors and the land, and she knew that this moment was special. Bayede's POV As the pain intensified,I knew that the baby was coming. The seer and the women around me seemed to sense it too, and they began to chant and sing more urgently. And then, in a rush of pain and joy,I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The seer smiled, holding the baby up to the sky. "It's a boy," he said, his voice filled with excitement. I heard the baby's first cry,and I felt a rush of relief and joy. Gogo smiled looking at me and I weakly smiled back at her."It's a boy",she said,her voice filled with excitement."A beautiful baby" I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and wonder. I looked at my baby, and my heart swelled with love. He was perfect, with tiny fingers and toes. The seer began to chant again, his voice rising and falling in a soothing rhythm. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, and I knew that everything was going to be okay.I let sleep take over with a smile gracing my face Nkosi's POV I waited anxiously for what felt like hours, my mind racing with thoughts of Bayede and the baby. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Gogo emerged from the darkness, a big smile on her face. "Nkosi, Bayede has given birth to a beautiful baby boy," she said. I felt a rush of joy and relief. "Thank you, Gogo," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "How is Bayede doing?" "She's doing well," Gogo replied. "But she'll have to stay at the river for three days. The ancestors need to communicate with the seer about the baby's name and prophecy." I nodded, understanding the tradition. "I see," I said. "I'll wait here for her return, then." Bayede's POV The next three days passed slowly, but I was grateful for the rest. The seer and the other women took good care of me, and I was able to bond with my baby. On the third day, the seer told me that the ancestors had revealed the baby's name and prophecy. I was eager to hear what they had to say. The seer smiled, his eyes twinkling. "The baby's name is Siyabonga," he said. "And the prophecy...the ancestors say that he will be a great man,he will also lead a prosperous life.Everythinghe will touch will turn into gold but he also has his great grandfather's spirit within him." I couldn't help but wonder why the Nkosi great grandfather chose my son.I feared the unknown and wondered what the future held "...the ancestors say that he is a blessing to our family and will bring joy and love to those around him." I felt a sense of pride and wonder. I looked at my baby, and my heart swelled with love. I knew that I would do everything in my power to give him a happy and fulfilling life. The seer nodded, his expression serious. "The ancestors will watch over him and guide him on his journey." I smiled, feeling a sense of peace and gratitude. I knew that my baby was in good hands, and that the ancestors would always be there to guide him. . . . . . . . . . . With love from 💙 Bluey 💙

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6/8/2025, 6:05:41 AM

*Jeremy* So I usually give my neighbor's son, Jeremy, a lift to school whenever I am going to work. He knows I leave home by 7 so by 6:30 he is at my gate waiting for me to take him to school. He is always on time and never comes late. I felt the mother was helping him keep to time as well but I never asked. Me and her has never spoken or talked before. I rarely see her because she leaves home as early as 6 am and returns late at night. Something bothered me. Anytime I drop Jeremy at school, he says thank you, Dad embraces me and runs off. Haa! I felt it was strange. I wondered why he called me dad instead of Uncle. So I asked him one time whole taking him to school. "How about your daddy?" "I don't know him. Mum says he is somewhere and she doesn't know where." "So why do you call me daddy when I drop you off in school." "Well because I see you as my daddy. In my school, everyone's dad drops them off at school. And you drop me off at school too." I smiled. I understood where the dad thing was coming from. On Friday, while driving him to school I noticed he was not happy. He was very quiet all through the ride. I asked him what the problem was and he told me. "Our school asked our parents to come for an important meeting on Monday. Mummy said she will not be able to come because she will be busy in Monday." "Is that why you are sad?" He nodded his head. "Everyone father and mother will come. My mother will not be there." I asked him to cheer up. On Monday morning, after I dropped him off at school. He came down and said bye Dad. I noticed he wasn't happy. I drove off and by 9am I decided to return to the school to attend the meeting. When his mates saw me, someone shouted. "Jeremy, see your daddy. He shouted and ran to embrace me." He held my hands and took me to where the meeting was being held. After the meeting, I left. He was very happy I showed up. I could see the pride in his face. This morning, I waited for Jeremy and didn't see him. I went to his house and was told he had gone to school. This is the first time in 2 months he is going without me. I am just worried. Really worried. What happened to Jeremy? Read Part 2 to find out. _Author_ *My name is Praises Chidera and I am the best at what I do.*

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6/9/2025, 1:26:15 PM

*Mother of Life* *Part 1* *_By Timmy Turner_* As I paced down the street, tears gushing from my eyes, weeping and wailing as my father's belt lay on my wet back filled with sweat after running around the yard and eventually finding my way to the gate thoughts ran through my mind. You know thoughts such as what is happening, when will this end? These lashes that continue to viciously land on my back which by the way feels like I'v been sliced by a machete and my skin is wide open with the belt landing on fresh wounds. Thoughts such as how did I get here, I mean just yesterday my father was my best friend and I was his best friend too, just yesterday my father walked tall because of me his daughter, his pride and joy, he bragged about me his first graduate daughter who made it to college and had collected distinctions thus far and now in the blink of an eye here we are, best friends turned into an episode of Tom and Jerry, well in this case a gruesome, violent episode filled with rage, disappointment and hurt. Lost in my thoughts while in my pursuit of escape from my predicament I finally find myself on the tared road after tripping on a brick that lay abandoned on the street. The look in my father's eyes, that was another story. I had never seen anything like that before in my entire life ever since I opened my eyes. My father was one of the most gentle men i knew and he wanted not a single soul to inflict harm on any of his daughters and most especially his most brightest daughter in school. This man that stood over me repeatedly lashing me even on my face with his crocodile skin belt, I did not recognize but what can i say, disappointment does change people doesn't it? You ever found salvation in the most odd thing or place? I did. That brick that lay abandoned on the street and tripped me resulting in me falling and my angry father finally catching up, yes that brick turned out to be my salvation. As my father continued to 'discipline' me, I had eventually given up any hope of him being satisfied and I just lay there waiting for whatever may when I heard voices fast approach. When these voices seemed to come closer and finally close enough that's when the lashes decreased and eventually ended followed by me opening my heavily teary eyes which were as red as crimson. The sight that followed was that of our neighbors holding my father back and him struggling to let go and break free and as I hoped and prayed at that moment the neighbors managed to hold him back. As I looked at my father walk back home in the middle of the two well bodied men who were part of my rescue team and as I saw the look on my mother's face as we walked through the gate at home, that's when it dawned on me that yeah, I have messed up, really messed up. After the neighbors left, the situation had calmed, my father had calmed down, my mother well she was a good pretender just like any typical woman you know how women always say they okay, everything is okay when it is completely the opposite? This time she even failed to do that. She sat there on the floor next to my father after what seemed to be a discussion between the two with her head bowed down and you could tell that she was in pain and anguish and that there were tears streaming from her eyes as she looked down. My father on the other hand looked too calm for my liking and I knew by that that my verdict had been decided. The moment I sat down on the floor facing the couple the first words that came, came from my father which were followed by the weeping of my mother. She mumbled, " Njomane" please don't do that to the girl, where is she going to go? She is just a girl please think about this". The response that came from my father was just a simple, "you heard me Nompilo, pack whatever is yours and get out of my house, I will spit on the floor and by the time this saliva runs dry I want you to be out that gate. Are we clear?" Now one thing about my father is; you never get into a dispute with him. What he says goes no matter how calm he might look, never and I mean never say a word back to that man unless you're looking forward to having the nearest object to him land on your face. My mother wailed and wailed as one who had been hired as a mourner at a funeral or rather as one who had lost a loved one and left in anguish and pain and that noise continuously pierced through my heart as I walked out the dinning room to my small bedroom to get whatever I could get and leave immediately before my father's saliva dried out. That I had to do for my own safety but where was I going to go? The moment i walked out the gate, tears still full on my red eyes I felt so cold, a different kind of cold I had never felt before and only then did it make sense when they said it's a cold world out there. As for me, not only was it a cold world but I was all alone in that cold world with nothing but my bag with the few clothes I managed to gather and the growing foetus in my womb, the reason behind the transition from a little heaven to a wrestling ring that our home just went through. Speaking of which this foetus fortunately belongs to someone, let me call him or not. I think I'll just show up at his house, there's no telling what a man can do if he's told that not only is his girlfriend pregnant but she is homeless as well. So Riverside it is. I'll just have to beg for a place to crash overnight from Slindile then early morning I'll catch the first bus to gweru and give my dear boyfriend the suprise of a lifetime... *Let's react if we get 500 reactions we drop part two*

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6/8/2025, 6:10:22 PM

*Jeremy* *Chapter 2* So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was. Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road. Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school. While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted. "Daddy Jeremy." He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement. I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them. "Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked. "No sir. He didn't come to school." "He didn't?" "Yes." I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day. This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house. When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up. I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door. I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him. "So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?" I paused. I knew this whole thing was about me. I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me. I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting. Suddenly I heard her beating him again. "Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now." I turned back, got into my car, and drove off. I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes. I feel hurt today. Really hurt. Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest. *My name is Praises Chidera and I am the best at what I do*

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5/29/2025, 7:21:09 PM

My mother My mother stood in the mirror tracing her hands on the work of art That was a result of nursing me within her as I stretched her body, her stretch marks. She admired those stretch marks that took away her beauty, She stood tall with pride as she lost her figure just to carry me to full growth. I drank life from her body, draining every bit of her, Until she was reduced to nothing but just a mother. Although I reduced her to nothingness almost, taking away her beauty, She still held me like I'm precious. But how am I precious? What's precious is the miracle she performed, Breathing life into me for nine months. People admired my beauty and innocence, But how is that possible when the beauty lies in the innocent act of her self-sacrifice? She split open to create life; that's beauty so innocent and worth admiring. My first home, the one that never lost its warmth and love, Was built with skin, love, care, and warmth, not forgetting her womb. For nine months, I danced and stretched her walls. When I finally burst into the world, I was welcomed with open arms. People clapped for me, forgetting the woman responsible for my birth. They forgot the walls of a woman that split open to bring me forth into this world, The knees that forever kissed the floor, bent in never-ending prayers for my safety and growth. My mother isn't just my mother; she's my hero, My own Superman who doesn't need superpowers to protect me. She only needs her warm hugs to make me feel safe and protected. When people compliment me, I wonder if they see the woman behind who I am. When people say I'm smart and beautiful, I wonder if they know those are just traits I inherited from her. I'll always look at her with great gratitude, For she's not just my mother, my therapist, and caregiver, She's the home that never lost its warmth. @bluey

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5/26/2025, 7:29:12 AM

BENEATH THE CITY LIGHTS CHAPTER 22 "MaZulu omutsha unjani?" Nkosana said after Pamela picked up the phone call. The way he called her with his surname caused butterflies in her stomach. God truly worked in mysterious ways. She was now here, as his wife even after their break-up. "Sakubona Sthuli sikaNdaba." She replied with joy, blushing. Nkosana also blushed and cleared his throat, "I felt like greeting my new wife, you know, linjan loZulu omncane khonapho , Mama?" "Sikahle thina boo. Just dying with joy ukuthi sesizohlala lodaddy wakhe." Pamela replied with her friends and cousins ogling at her. "Kuhle nxa kunjalo sthandwa sami. Sizakhuluma sengibizwa ngabadala. Ngiyakutha mina babe ungakhohlwa hanti." "Yes, babe, I won't forget. Love you ten folds more." She said smiling and hanging up. "It smells like love here, cuz. So, you're with someone who has money, right? Hook me up with his brothers; I'd love to meet them. Did you guys see those cars? Where did he find someone like that? He has great taste, doesn't he?" Purity, Pamela's slay queen cousin, said. "Hook you up how, exactly? You live in Cape Town, and your questions are endless. Calm down." Pamela replied laughing at her. Purity was that hyper, alcoholic cousin. "Angithi balemali? It's simple, we can make the relationship work," she said shrugging. Nisha laughed and said, "Ngubani ongakumela konke khonokhu... anyway, Pam, let's take pictures, I want to post." "Nkosana said we shouldn't post those pictures, sesabela ingulube yakhe ukuthi ingabona amapictures akhona." Lisa giggled and said, "Don't worry, we'll make our accounts private, and besides, she doesn't have Insta, so we're sorted." Luba agreed with her. They started taking pictures until Pamela's mother called her to serve her husband food. She went to give Nkosana his food whilst kneeling down, with Nkosana grinning like a Cheshire cat. The feeling was warm. In the next few months, he was going to be a father, and he now had two wives. This life was funny, indeed.   While eating, Nkosana received a call from Foundation of Hope, informing him about the attack Bathandwa faced from the case she was working on. They called to inform him that she's at Mater Dei Hospital, admitted due to a fatal fall causing a concussion on her head. Nkosana then called Pamela.   "Babe, can I rush back to Bulawayo?" Nkosana asked with a worrisome face . "Kulani khonale eBulawayo Nkosana, thina sitshada manje?" She asked with an angry face. "Babe, Bathandwa is admitted at a..." Pamela cut him short, getting more angry. Everything was about Bathandwa, every single time. Can't he think about her and her baby? He wanted to embarrass her now. "Awuyi mdawo Nkosana. Akafi uBathandwa wakho angithi. Every single time Bathandwa? Nxx ungabodlala ngami wena."   "Uthi nxx kimi Pamela? Uthi ngingahambi njani whilst she's hurt, Pam? I promise to make it up to you ngingahamba." He replied desperately. "Choose us or her, Nkosana. Learn to set your priorities straight. Asikayenzi ezinye izinto, but you already want to leave. Ungangifaki abantu, please."   "Okay, angiyi ke." He said with a worried face. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, sibili. Was he doing the right thing? He loved Bathandwa despite marrying Pamela, and he was sure she's scared wherever he is. Very short but better than nothing.❤️