SABATHA THE BEGETTER

The man didn’t give us any instructions. He said everything is up to me and asked that we step out and allow
more serious seekers to come in. “I'm not sure who you are anymore,” Mbuso says. I was hoping that we'd drive
home in peace. I need time to process everything the man has just told me. “Not now Shenge. Don't put me on the
stand now. I need to do what I'm supposed to do before things get out of control,” I say. “Her catching a random
bullet, was it because of your darkness?” He's staring at me. Talk about kicking the dog when it's already down!“ I
don't know,” I say. “You don't know, Sabatha? Everything has consequences. You go around killing people and
fucking new widows and you think it won't affect you? Then you associate yourself with that innocent girl and rub
everything onto her? Now you don't know how we do things in our culture? A piece of paper from UniZulu has
made you forget who you are and how you should carry yourself? Huh?” I'm not having this conversation now. I
understand that he's disappointed and angry. But we are on the road for fuck’ sake, there's time and place for
everything. He starts and switches off the engine. He's not done lashing out on me. “Whose blood is in your
hands?” “Samkelo Myeni. I killed him, he didn't fall off the stairs,” I say.