(I was finally back home after a long day and luckily Nikita was gone)
Your car is clean now.
(That was Vela a friend of mine. I couldn't believe that we were still friends after everything that happened. Vela was Nikita's fiance but I slept with Nikita not knowing and Vela found us in my bed and he broke up with Nikita but that's not important. I was worried about this pocket knife)
Celwenkosini : Thank you boy
Vela : Ey jo ditshang waphatha igoni?
Celwenkosini : Those dreams are back
Vela : For real? So wenzani ngegoni?
Celwenkosini : This was my father's knife but something is confusing me here
Vela : Yah?
Celwenkosini : Look at this. Do you think this is blood or rust?
Vela : Athi ngibone
(I gave him the knife)
Vela : No way. Ceramic rust? This knife metal resists corrosion.
Celwenkosini : But it has been 25 years ndoda.
Vela : Where was it all these years?
Celwenkosini : Inside this box
(Vela smelled the knife)
Vela : Then this can't be rust… It looks like blood stains
Celwenkosini : That's what I thought but igazi elingahlala for 25 years or more? Is it possible?
Vela : Anything is possible. What if abayi cleananga?
Celwenkosini : You think my father used it and he left it like that?
Vela : Angicavi jo. Do you think this is human blood?
Celwenkosini : No it can't be. My father wasn't that kind of a person
Vela : No wonder you are dreaming about blood uhlala namagoni anegazi so? (He laughed)
Celwenkosini : Ebaba what if my father killed someone with this knife and that person is haunting me now
Vela : Ey o Bari jo. You're watching the wrong movies bro and they are messing with your head and besides you just told me now that your father was a good man.
Celwenkosini : Yah.
Vela : Yazini maybe igazi lezinkukhu leli. Your family is a fan of chickens
Celwenkosini : Yah maybe.
Vela : CK you need to speak to a professional bro. Look at you you are losing weight because of these dreams.
(In Johannesburg they called me Ck because apparently my name was too long for them. Crazy!)
Celwenkosini : I don't understand why they are coming back now… Maybe taking my father's knife was a mistake.
Vela : It's the only thing you have from your father
Celwenkosini : No. I have his few clothes here. I don't need this knife Vela
Vela : What if this knife is not the reason behind your nightmares? I mean you've been having these nightmares way before this knife came into the picture
Celwenkosini : You're right...I need to do something about this.
Vela : Like what?
Celwenkosini : I need to know if this is blood or not and if it's blood then I want to know if it's human blood or not.
Vela : Ok ke What if your father is not the person you think he was? What if ubewumhonqonqo jo abhodisa abantu? Uzothini?
Celwenkosini : No
Vela : No serious your mother would say anything to protect you and obviously she wasn't going to tell you that your father was a bad guy
Celwenkosini : No Vela. Just stop ndoda
Vela : Ok.. How is the trucking business?
Celwenkosini : Everything is going well. I just need somebody who will handle that business because I can't. I thought I could but I can't.
Vela : You know you can. You are just under a lot of stress at the moment but uzoba grand.
(My phone rang it was Advocate Mathada. I ignored it )
Vela : Is it Nikita? No
Vela : Is it Nikita? No don't worry Ck answer your phone. I'm over her
Celwenkosini : Hell no. U Mathada. You know that old man is very obsessed with me
Celwenkosini : Ey but intwana yakhe isbhaxu bro
Vela : Uyazela waar?
Celwenkosini : I saw her this morning and I took her to school… I forgot her name.
Vela : She is still in school?
Celwenkosini : Sho. She is doing matric
Vela : Ah those ones are full of drama
Celwenkosini : But she is different. Yeah une drama but iyachaza jo
Vela : CK you are falling for a school girl? Where did you drop your pride jo?
Celwenkosini : No I'm not falling for her
Vela : Uthi uyakuchaza mos
Celwenkosini : Not like that
(Vela opened the fridge and took out beers)
Vela : Kanjani?
Celwenkosini : Forget it….I need to freshen up. Are you sleeping over?
Vela : No my girlfriend is coming over to my house
Celwenkosini : Ok.. Don't get drunk
Vela : Awuzoshaya noma izwide
Celwenkosini : No ngi grand.
(My phone rang and that time it was my uncle)
Celwenkosini : Grey
Muzi : Kanti how do you open this gate?
Celwenkosini : Gate? Wait. Are you at my gate?
Muzi : Yah. Open up
(He hung up)
Vela : What's going on?
Celwenkosini : My uncle is here
Vela : What?
Celwenkosini : Yah. Please open up for him. There is the remote
Vela : Sho
(I didn't expect him to come here. They walked in with Vela)
Vela : I need to get going. I'll call you jo
Celwenkosini : Sho
(Vela took his keys and his beer he walked out. Muzi shook his head)
Muzi : Niyaphuza la kunuka nenkantini
Celwenkosini : Nkantini?
Muzi : Weed Nkosini.
Celwenkosini : Oh. Yah this is my house phela
Muzi : Your mother is worried about you
(He was busy looking around my house. I covered the box that had my father's knife with my jacket. What if my mother sent him there to collect that knife?)
Celwenkosini : Is that why you are here?
Muzi : I'm also worried about you.
Celwenkosini : Ankeli ngimdala
Muzi : Uhambe nezinkukhu
Celwenkosini : Zifile
(He turned around and looked at me)
Muzi : What?
Celwenkosini : It's not a big deal. Nizothenga ezinye… Are you hungry?
Muzi : No. I need something very important from you
(He removed his cap and sat down. There was something scary about his eyes)
Celwenkosini : Yah
Muzi : The knife
(I laughed and shook my head)
Celwenkosini : Cha Mngomezulu
(He looked at his fingers and back at me)
Muzi : Shana don't make this difficult
Celwenkosini : I'm not making anything difficult. You know how much I respect you but right now you are asking for the impossible
Muzi : That knife doesn't belong to you
Celwenkosini : And to you either. Oka Mehluko and Mehluko was my father. Awungeni la Grey. Ihlehlele
Muzi : Shana asilwi angithi?
Celwenkosini : It depends. What I know is that I won't allow anyone to disrespect me under my roof.
Muzi : Give me the knife and I'll go
Celwenkosini : Fine. I'll give it to you
Muzi : Good
Celwenkosini : Just give me a reason why I should give you.
Muzi : I'm your uncle. Even your father was younger than me so don't that.
(I stood up)
Celwenkosini : We are going to have a problem then.
Muzi : Yes we will have a problem if you don't give it back. Nkosini you don't want to hurt your mother. Do you?
Celwenkosini : What do you mean?
Muzi : We all have a terrible past Nkosini and trust me you don't want to know about it. Give me that knife if you want to protect your mother
Celwenkosini : I don't understand
Muzi : You don't have to understand. Mehluko and your mother did some things. Terrible things and if you don't give me that knife your mother might end up in jail
Celwenkosini : Wh… What?
Muzi : Nobody is perfect Nkosini…. Show me my room
Celwenkosini : No malume. Ngidinga ukwazi yonke into
Muzi : It is all in the past. Let it go before more people die
Celwenkosini : No!!
Muzi : Sokhuluma kusasa. I'm tired... And Nkosini? Don't ask my sister about any of this.
(He smiled and walked up the stairs)
(I was losing my mind. What was Muzi saying to me? Did he mean to tell me that my parents were not perfect? That they killed people? Moy'omuhle can't even kill a fly. How is it possible that she might have killed someone? Is that why she was screaming when I told her that I'm taking the knife? Because she knew what she did? I was going crazy.)
(It was 01h00 am when Muzi knocked on my door. I opened for him)
Muzi : Do you have pain killers?
(I rubbed my eyes)
Celwenkosini : No why?.... Aibo malume is that blood on your face?
Muzi : Blood? Where?
Celwenkosini : Ngasemadlebeni and in your hands
Muzi : Fuck!! Kade ngigcaba izolo
Celwenkosini : Ugcaba? Like self mutilation?
Muzi : Give me tissue....Nkosini I am a man and I need to protect myself from bad spirits so bekumele ngigcabe. I don't understand ukuthi where is this blood coming from ngoba ngigcabe kancane and it was last night. I'm not supposed to be seeing blood
Celwenkosini : Bad spirit?
Muzi : Tissue Nkosi!!
Celwenkosini : Ooook... Damn! look at your vest ankeli
( His vest had blood stains around his chest)
Muzi : What is going on?
(Muzi looked terrified)
Celwenkosini : Maybe you need to take a shower
Muzi : Yeah yeah yeah
(His blood from his hands started dropping on the floor)
Celwenkosini : Are you sure that you not injured somewhere?
Muzi : No. Look It was just small cuts enziwe nge razor. I'm not supposed to be bleeding this much
Celwenkosini : Something is wrong here....Ok ok. Just go to the bathroom
(Muzi took a few steps and he collapsed)