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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The Other Side

On Friday the 16th, I met the other side of this woman’s world. The side I hope I will never meet again but fear that I will. I met the side that leaves your hairs standing, your mouth wide open, your eyes…disturbed. The side that makes you wish you could paint that part out. I met the ugly side of this woman’s world.

I woke up on Friday morning with ibhabhalazi curled around me… every part of me was a second late and all I wanted to do was trade bodies with anyone who wears beautiful brown skin, 36D chest and a dimple to match. But there was no one.

So I dragged my body through the long process of cleaning after a wild Thursday nite, a routine remedy for a drunken system and dressing up for a wedding. Somewhere between brushing my teeth and ironing my whites, Ms Bhabhalazi left me. And I didn’t even say goodbye.

So the house had a major buzz with everyone sorting themselves out in white wear and driving off to our first December wedding for the year. And so off we went to party up a storm…accept the storm the day had in mind had nothing to do with happily ever after. It was the phone call that rang to tell me that usisi wami uginqike nemoto…Now I wish the English language could translate the horror of that sentence enough to paint you that bloody picture. My sister crashed in her …what is the insurance term…beyond repairs brand new Nissan Micra.

Now I have many sisters, many beautiful sisters and somehow my heart was made for all 5 of them. And about 10 years ago, one of them was involved in a car accident that temporarily restructured her face and left her with a 15cm scar in her head. Getting through that was not only painful but it was traumatic and here we are again 10 years later crashing down that road. I cried.

True to our family nature, 3 of us (I share this town with 2 other sisters of mine) immediately drove down to Durban. Walking in that room and seeing her frail body sinking in that bed, opened and closed me up – she is too happy a person for that much sadness to house her body. I summoned the tears to go straight back from where they had come and I walked in, to walk out of there with my sister feeling loved.

In God’s mercy, she walked away with her life and so Christmas is still on its merry way. We left her on Monday – izolo – looking much better than she did on Friday, she was feeling even better too. Better enough to even joke – which is always a blessing, if your sister came out of that car!

In the horror of this crazy season, between that and getting back – we witnessed 3 accidents, in which in one the victim looked like he was turned inside out with half his body 60 cm away from the rest. It was horrific. And in the other, the guy’s body spanned off ground when the 4x4 knocked his day’s plans out of his day. It was shocking. And to seal the unknown purpose of that weekend, I went through my first encounter of getting cell-jacked. Let that be a story for another day.

I don’t know how your weekend was but by God, I pray it was better than mines and if it wasn’t; let us all pray that it was the last – atleast for 2005.

May your season be safe and merry. May you laugh and love louder than you have done before.

With gratitude in my heart
Zama

This was written on the 20th Dec 2005 so when I say izolo, I mean the 19th Dec 2005 - Peace!

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