The traditional royal poet of chief Khumalo'homestead went to the chief's resting room to call for his attention to the matter at hand. The poets were invited guests who just invited themdelved in any event. They sang praises related the a specific events. Most of the time they praised the chief to give honour and the respect they destas sons of the royal households. The chiefs would ignore them even if they insulted them. It was normal for a royal poet to express himself anyhow as long as it was relevant to such an event. The Khumalo royal poet went on saying these words:
"Where else had such brutality been witnessed?
When men were slaughtered like animals
And women and children left hopeless
For their keepers left them homeless
And the ravaging of the sin is the cause of death
As they say that death is the wages of sin
The keepers of the nation had been butchered
And their hiding rocks had been captured
Chief Khumalo lowered his right hand which he was carrying his spear with and tapped his horse with his foot signalling it to move. He held the saddle belt with one hand and his horse moved back following his commands. Chief Dlamini on the other hand was still sitting unshakeable on his horse's back. He was staring at chief Khumalo without blinking. No one knew what he was thinking. He lowered his hand with a spear slowly. Their horses stood at a distance of about a metre and a half apart. They revered each other, showing the mutual honour for their chieftaincy.Chief Khumalo cleared his throat and he was about to speak when one of chief Dlamini' s chieftain aide came closer to him( chief Dlamini) and whispered something in his ear. His facial expression changed immediately and it was clear that he did not took what he was told with a good heart. He creased his forehead and and narrowed his eyes looking at chief Khumalo. "Mntungwa! Put your dog
Romeo was groaning with pain and could not see clearly for his right eye was totally blind. He was in the back of a van and his whole body was soaked in blood. What was supposed to be his clothes were torn into blood soaked rags. He could not feel his body. He felt totally numb and his voice could not come out. He was trying to call for help but nothing could make sense as his voice could not be heard. The only sound that was dominating was the sound of the engine of the van he was in. It was roaring as it bumped on the gravel road making his body to ache even more. It was as if every bone in his body was broken. He could not even lift a finger. The more he tried to make a move the more the pain and uneasiness. His head was spinning around even though he was lying there helplessly. The voices of the men who were carrying different kinds of weapons to finish him off were still ringing in his ears. "We will kill the offspring of the common house", they said as they were beating him. T
On a Sunday morning, everyone usually go to their place of worship for their spiritual revival. It has become a norm for every humans in the society to have their sense of belonging as far as their religion is concerned. For everyone Sunday is a special day where people connect with their maker in the spiritual realm but at Mahlabathini was a gloomy day and everybody was dull and physically drained to due the past events of the collision that had happened between the neighbouring villages under chiefs Khumalo and Dlamini. The blood of the royal families that was shed on that battle field needed to be cleansed, the royal councils suggested that from both sides of the royal houses. The fact that the royal heir from both clans were dating each other was considered as the curse of symbol of darkness. " A thing like this never happened in our kingdom", all the villagers were saying that. They felt like a dark cloud was hanging over their villages. Everyone was disgusted and
That fateful Sunday everything came to a stand still for the Khumalo family. Romeo's mother was still busy preparing for breakfast when she heard screams and shouts a few miles away from their home. Her heart beat very fast and was anxious. She did not know why she felt that way all the morning but deep inside there was something that told her that there was something that was not right. Everytime she tried to dismiss that feeling, she would come back to it again. She was feeling down and lonely at the same time. Everything around her was not making sense. For the first time in her life as a married woman, she missed her own family. She wished her mother could hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be alright as she used to do.Her husband was lying in his bed enduring the pain from the injuries. She had given him painkillers and was starting to dose off. When she was about to dish up something strange happened. A big black
Julius was kneeling down next to the lifeless body of Romeo. He was sobbing uncomfortably and the stream of tears were flowing down his his cheek to the chin. When he opened his mouth the streams of salty water flowed in. He had a painful lump in his throat. The more he tried to let his voice out the more it was blocked by the lump. He was hurt to the point if hurting himself. He had reached the state if being a danger to himself. Not in a single day had he thought that death would separate them so early. " Oh! Romeo, Romeo, thou rejected part of me Here I kneeleth beside thee Thy bleeding piece of earth How I wish I could curseth thy death And bring back thy precious soul Thy blood that feedeth the thirsty soil Can't we travel past this time And go back to the day we met To plan our escape to the ends of the world For the elements of life have conspired against
Twenty hours had passed and there was a dead silence in both sides of the villages. After Reverend Busang had rebuked the villagers everyone went their separate ways to digest his words. It seemed that his words had hit home and some of the villagers were regretting their evil deeds. They were asking themselves the reason for their fighting. They were from a same nation for heaven's sake. Who told them that there was supposed to be a single ruler for the whole Zulu nation? The Reverend had knocked sense into their minds. Even their forefathers had different house heads for different clan. So, who they were to go against that tradition. They gave themselves the time to mourn their loses. Romeo and Julius' bodies were taken to the mob. Both villages were mourning the death of their future chiefs whose lives had been cut short by their act of impulsiveness. That made them to remember their shortcomings. The royal poet for the Khumalo clan touched the hearts of many with these wor
It was dark and cold around him and he could not move even an inch. The more he took a deep breath it was as if he was drawing his last. Every part of his body was heavy. He did not blame those who took him to the mob. He was as good as a corpse. He tried to open his eyes but could sees nothing as his face was covered with blood. There was not even a chance that he could raise his hand and wipe the blood off his face. The blood was flowing like a stream from his forehead. All he could hear were the voices that sounded like they were from miles away. He was feeling cold. There temperature was below the freezing point. He had heard about the near death experience stories but he did not know that could happen to him. He felt like he was in hell already. Hell is described as the hottest place one could never tolerate. Now he was in the coldest place one could never survive if they happened to stay for a long time. His heart was aching to the p
Romeo was still lying in bed, trying to recall the lastest events that occurred in past few days including the day he landed in a hospital bed. He remembered talking to Julius. "What do they mean Julius is dead but we spoke only a few hours ago?" he asked himself. To him it felt real that he had a real talk with Julius. He told him that he should go back and fix the whole situation. He told him that one of then must go back and finish where they left off. "Go back and finish where we left off", he repeated those words He felt like his mind was going to blow off. His pillow was becoming wet as he she'd tears while he was facing the wall. How can something that felt so good ended up so bad? " So, it is real that there is life after death" he thought to himself. He dozed off and fell asleep while he was in deep thoughts. In his sleep he saw Julius standing on the other side of the river. He was waving goodbye to him with his smile that always