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Chapter 5 

"Mom the girl I was marrying in that dream is someone I've known for a few hours. Besides she is out of my league" I told her and she widened her eyes and pretended to choke. 

"Out of your league? What's your league and what's hers?" she asked staring me in the eyes. I know we about to get deep. 

"She is rich and well-known I'm just a local nigga with a normal life. She’s dated famous people you know her type. I don't stand a chance" I told her and shrugged. 

She put down her coffee "since when is your self-esteem this low? If you still compares yourself with other people then surely you don't stand a chance. People don't get attracted to each other because of their bank accounts. Get to know each other if you guys love each other then you can start a relationship. Don't draw a list of what she have or who she knows that you don’t. Because love doesn't count son" 

I look at her and nod digestively. 

My mom knows the best she is a proof of why women are called imbokodo.Life has thrown her in every possible hole and she always came out alive. Her life hasn't been chocolates and strawberries but you wouldn't tell. 

Her family chased her out her home when she was 19years.They hated her for dating Mkhonto Khoza he was believed to be one of those who murdered her father during the community riot. 

They resented her and told her to never set her foot in her home after she refused to break up with him. 

Mkhonto and her got married 4years later without anyone of their families. Mkhonto's family died out in the car accident before he turned 16yearsmy mom was the only thing that kept him going. 
They tried for a baby for four years without success. When she reached thirty she throw the towel. 
But one day after not feeling well for weeks she went to see the doctor. She then received the best news that was about to change their lives. 
She got home and prepared romantic dinner for her husband. She waited and waited for her husband to come home but he never did. 
Only the police arrived in midnight and told her husband has been shot dead in the hit and run. 
The news depressed her with no one to comfort her she miscarried her twins. 
None of her family ever reached out to her. When she found me in the hospital bed dumped by my birth giver she knew it was a blessing from God. After six months of back and forth with social workers I was finally her son by heart not blood. 
 She only told me I wasn't her biological son when I was 18years. 
She showed me a note my mom left with me. It was signed B with no one to comfort her she miscarried her twins. 
None of her family ever reached out to her. When she found me in the hospital bed dumped by my birth giver she knew it was a blessing from God. After six months of back and forth with social workers I was finally her son by heart not blood. 
 She only told me I wasn't her biological son when I was 18years. 
She showed me a note my mom left with me. It was signed Bso I guess her name is Beauty Bonisile or whatever starting with B. 
I tattooed my left arm with GBS the letters she wrote in the note meaning I must grow up bless and succeed. I don't know why I inked myself with itI just did after my 21st birthday. 
"You see if this girl doesn't only steal your heart she also steal your ears I think her and I won't get along" my mother said putting me back from my escalated thoughts. 
I rolled my eyes and asked her what she was saying. 
"I asked you what you would like for breakfast" she replied. 
I look at her and frown dramatically "Aybo woman I just brought you breakfast in bed after I've eaten mine. OR we are having Breakfast part two?" 
She laughs and say "No offence son but other people call it breakfast in bed when it consist of scrambled 
eggs toasts and bacons. Yours my boy was a "Cereal in Bed" 
"There goes my generosity" I pouted

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