The Dube Legacy Reloaded
Author Name:Kuhle Manqele
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Chapter Seven

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Tyler.

I cleaned up after everyone had left. Kim came down with her bag. She looked upset.
Me: "Where are you going?"
Kim: "I have a home" she said with so much attitude.
Me: "Look am sorry okay. He's like that. He's a businessman so everything with him has to be careful."
Kim: "You don't get this do you? He accused me of trying to poison you guys" she said heatedly. 
Me: "Kim. He's over protective of us. Since from way back then he never trusted he doesn't trust anyone who's not family."
Kim: "You're just making up excuses for your brother"
Tyler: "What was he supposed to think when you had a different meal?"

She chuckled in disbelief.
Kim: "So you on his side? Wow"
Tyler: "This isn't about sides."
Kim: "Bye Tyler"

He tried to stop her but she was hearing none of it so he let her go. We went back to his cleaning. He stared at the meat. He took it to the trash can and washed the dishes. And went to sleep.

***
Chris had left with Quinton to his house. So the following morning Chris woke up first and went for a jog with on of Q's bulldogs. Did I mention their second obsession? Dogs they loved dogs except for Emi she was scared of them she hated dogs.

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Quinton

I woke up and tried sitting up. My head was as heavy as a fridge. I was wondering when did Chris drink so much. We had about 10 glasses of scotch. I went to my bathroom to rinse my face and brush my teeth. I walked down after finishing. My phone was ringing near the TV. Sbonga pooped up on the screen. 
Me: "Hey" I said in a tired voice. When last did I even get drunk.
Sbonga: "Thank God he finally remembers he has a phone"
Me: "When are you coming home?"
Sbonga: "Am calling regarding that. My car is in for service"
Me: "Great. Catch a taxi"
Sbonga: "You not funny. Please send me a car"
Me: "Just hire it man and come home I have some news for you"
Sbonga: "Have you found me a mother?" This asshole.
Me: "Shut up. Catch a flight and I'll have someone picking you up"
Sbonga: "You're the best" 
Me: "I know. Hang up now"

Sbonga isn't biologically mine. When I was still a street rat I used to see that boy a lot. He was still young by then he was always with this girl she looked a bit older than him he later told me it was his sister. Then 7 years back I was from my dealings I passed where I usually saw them to give them food as usual. The little boy was blind folded his hands tied behind his back on a far corner. I came out my beamer and rushed to him. I untied him and took off the blinde. I asked where his sister is he pointed inside I went in. I found 5 of the hobos they lived with surrounding her and one of them was raping her. I hope God has forgiven me for what I did. I killed those kids. I ruthlessly shot them all dead. I took Simi to healthcare. I rented them a flat she was seeing a psychologist but I guess the burden was too much to handle so she took her life a year after. Sbonga was left alone to be my full responsibility. 2 years back when my brothers and I drifted apart I took him in. He has always called me "Baba". He was still in high school by then. He was now in Varsity doing his first year in UCT.

I finished breakfast and went to call Chris. He got dripping wet. 
Me: " Have you been running?"
Chris: "Yes" he sat down on the floor trying to catch his breath. 
Me: "Go bath"

They call me a neat freak. I don't know why yes I don't like dirty anything but that doesn't make me a neat freak. 
Chris: "OK Miss Dube" he teased. 
Me: "If you still wanna be my brother you'll get out of here before I chop your head off" he frowned at me getting up.
Chris: "You should turn that heart of stone to something softer. Your threats always sound real"
Me: "Because they are. Go bath"

He ran up the stairs. I made us coffee so long. He came down.
Me: "Did you even bath?"
Chris: "I was rinsing off the sweat not scrubbing cracks off my heels"
Me: "Oh I see"

I gave him his food we started eating. He kept stealing glances. I was just focus on my food but I could see him. It went on for minutes. 
Me: "Okay fine. Spit it out"
Chris: "Huh?"
Me: "Say whatever you want to say"
Chris: "Could you really kill my wi- I am Phumla?"
Me: "Yes. Soon as this divorce fire ashes down." He swallowed hard. 
Me: "Don't worry I'll make it look like an accident"
Chris: "Just stop it already!"
Me: "That woman hurt you. Nobody messes with my family Chris"
Chris: "Killing is no solution"
Me: "What? You want to pray for her until she dies? No she deserves to be crashed by a coca cola truck because a gun is too easy. Or die in fire. Am still deciding "
Chris: "Oh Sweet Jesus!"

Is he serious? He still felt sorry for that low life bitch. 
Chris: "I've forgotten how heartless you're" I just smiled at him.

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Chris

Q's answer sent cold shivers down my spine. The way he easily said he will kill her. I wanted her dead to but my religion was against killing. God had told us not to fight fire with fire but Phumla pushed me to my limits. 
Me: "I was thinking of signing my things to Emihle" 
Q: "Isn't too late?"
Me: "How?"
Q: "That Muzi of yours is very inexperienced in this industry. I asked one of my guys if that was possible he said no. There shall be no changes done during divorce"
Chris: "You guys will never forgive me for this"
Q: "Of course we won't. We're talking about the legacy of our kids here. Its at stake. Once Motto motto have access to one of our businesses he'll find it easy to destroy us any minute"
Chris: "What should I do?"
Q: "Put your pastor in hold and let out that Dube heart you're suppressing"
Me: "I don't have that Quinton"
Q: "You do. You were a thug"
Me: "But I never killed anyone"
Q: "But you were friends with people who killed. You saw how they were. Resurface those memories and take tips"

Is he mentally Okay?

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Khulekani

I wish to know what's going on in Tyler's mind. I woke up the next morning

yes I don't like dirty anything but that doesn't make me a neat freak. 
Chris: "OK Miss Dube" he teased. 
Me: "If you still wanna be my brother you'll get out of here before I chop your head off" he frowned at me getting up.
Chris: "You should turn that heart of stone to something softer. Your threats always sound real"
Me: "Because they are. Go bath"

He ran up the stairs. I made us coffee so long. He came down.
Me: "Did you even bath?"
Chris: "I was rinsing off the sweat not scrubbing cracks off my heels"
Me: "Oh I see"

I gave him his food we started eating. He kept stealing glances. I was just focus on my food but I could see him. It went on for minutes. 
Me: "Okay fine. Spit it out"
Chris: "Huh?"
Me: "Say whatever you want to say"
Chris: "Could you really kill my wi- I am Phumla?"
Me: "Yes. Soon as this divorce fire ashes down." He swallowed hard. 
Me: "Don't worry I'll make it look like an accident"
Chris: "Just stop it already!"
Me: "That woman hurt you. Nobody messes with my family Chris"
Chris: "Killing is no solution"
Me: "What? You want to pray for her until she dies? No she deserves to be crashed by a coca cola truck because a gun is too easy. Or die in fire. Am still deciding "
Chris: "Oh Sweet Jesus!"

Is he serious? He still felt sorry for that low life bitch. 
Chris: "I've forgotten how heartless you're" I just smiled at him.

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Chris

Q's answer sent cold shivers down my spine. The way he easily said he will kill her. I wanted her dead to but my religion was against killing. God had told us not to fight fire with fire but Phumla pushed me to my limits. 
Me: "I was thinking of signing my things to Emihle" 
Q: "Isn't too late?"
Me: "How?"
Q: "That Muzi of yours is very inexperienced in this industry. I asked one of my guys if that was possible he said no. There shall be no changes done during divorce"
Chris: "You guys will never forgive me for this"
Q: "Of course we won't. We're talking about the legacy of our kids here. Its at stake. Once Motto motto have access to one of our businesses he'll find it easy to destroy us any minute"
Chris: "What should I do?"
Q: "Put your pastor in hold and let out that Dube heart you're suppressing"
Me: "I don't have that Quinton"
Q: "You do. You were a thug"
Me: "But I never killed anyone"
Q: "But you were friends with people who killed. You saw how they were. Resurface those memories and take tips"

Is he mentally Okay?

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Khulekani

I wish to know what's going on in Tyler's mind. I woke up the next morning went for a jog. I was in the Cape. I had a meeting at 9am. I prepared for it and left the hotel.

10:30am
I was flying back home. Arriving there. Sipho was already waiting for me. I hooped in and off we went. 
I saw Khethelo on que to the Capitec ATM. 
Me: "Pull up"
Sipho: "Sir?"
Me: "I said pull up"

He did. I hooped off.
Me: "What bank are you using?"
Sipho: "Absa"
Me: "Borrow me your card"

He gave me I walked back cause we had long passed the ATM. Luckily there were just two guys after her. 
Me: "Can I pass?"
Guy1: "Mr Dube!" Too loud. I forced a smile. They let me. I stood there with my mind battling over my heart. This wasn't a good idea she's very disrespectful. She was busy blubbering with her friend. Some latie came out of the bank. Her friend screamed. 
Khethelo: "Oh no honey not my type"
Friend: "You have a very bad taste we all know that" 
Khethelo: "No I like my wings hot and dunked"

OK my time was running out. I tapped her shoulder. She turned. 
Me: "Hi"
Her: "Yes" I've never seen a woman not so intimidated by my presence. 
Me: "Please jot down your cellphone numbers for me"
Khethelo: "I don't have a phone" 
She said with so much attitude. Okay let me leave.

I walked away.

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Khethelo.

Am old enough to have my own home but I still wish to be a white person. They still much more privileged than most of us. 
Hi my name is Zekhethelo Mnguni. 24 years of age. I am a Qualified beauty therapist. But due to lack of employment in the fit fields. I work at Wimpy as a waitress. I don't get paid much but its enough for my needs. Am an orphan my parents passed on 6 years ago on a plane crash. Everything they left for me was claimed by my relatives I lived with my aunt after their passing. After she passed on too her children started mistreating me so I moved out.

"Ntombizekhethelo!" Our supervisor called out. I rushed to him. 
Me: "Yes"
Him: "You have a delivery"

I laughed. 
Me: "Me a delivery? Come on"

He gave me a KFC paperbag. I opened it. Dunked wings? Wtf. He gave me a gift bag. I opened it. Cellphone? I opened it trembling they confusing me with somebody else. I switched the phone on. Not this guy!

I laughed. What kind of selfie is this. He had his picture as the wallpaper. Nhlanzeko screamed. 
Her: "Is it the real S9?"
Me: "Looks like it but why would he..."

I laughed even harder when I thought about it. I told him I don't have a phone. But the wings? Oh no! he was eavesdropping on our conversation.

Nzeko: "Oh my God you're blushing! Who's he?" I looked at her blankly.
Nzeko: "How long have you been keeping this away from me?"
Me: "It's that guy we met earlier at the ATM"
Nzeko: "The one you denied your tens?"
Me: "Yep. I have to get back. I have a table waiting for me".

Wings and a cellphone. Is he type of a millionaire or what. I have to send it back to him. Or better yet give it to him when he comes to annoy me here later on I thought to myself. I was trembling I wasn't used to these things. Maybe I appear to be a gold digger or something. I composed myself and went to serve the table I was supposed to have served 10 minutes ago.

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