The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Went back to res after the whole the robbery saga. My life was extremely stressful, difficult and very very exhausting. But I had to keep going no matter what! The aim was to keep going. I had Accounting and Law to study. School just distracted me from everything and well ill rather say the Maduwa guy as well.

The Maduwa guy sent me massages like :

"Hey hun I'm kinda going through a rough patch here and it's a bit personal but since me and you have no secrets I'll tell you wats going on after its resolved which will be after 3 weeks from now 😞💔 if I tell you now I'll just get emotional hence it just left a scar into my soul🤞🏾but just know that I'm still into you and I miss the way you adore me no one can ever replace you Samkelisiwe Nzama❤️".......

Res life was good, I made new friends meet new very nice people and I just could forget about everything! I mean everything. I felt like home was cursed. I felt like home was not where I was supposed to be. I felt like home has rejected me. It didnt feel like home any more but rather a place of pain and sorrow.

I got a call from a former classmate and asked if we should meet for lunch. It happened and we meet! I told her everything I went through everything and she couldn't hardly believe how I was able to hide the pain soo perfectly that no one noticed.

We shared our stories that were hidden behind the scenes and a lot happened to both our lives. I got back to res again exhausted and tired I took. I shower and went to bed. During my peaceful sleep my left foot started itching extremely bad. I rubbed it roughly because I couldn't bare the ithchnes anymore. Than I went back to sleep. I woke up in the morning and the very same foot was all of the sudden sore and bleeding. It looked like someone has shot my foot with a round bullet! That time I had no roommate,I was all alone in the room. I couldn't walk properly also. My Left foot just didn't allow me. I didn't call home to report all that, avoiding to stress my parents. The red sore continued becoming more painfull and it got to a point where I couldn't stand on my own two feets. The students that lived near by my room assisted me with cooking and doing any chores I needed to do.

I started wondering, what is causing all the strange things that are repeatedly happening to me? Where is God? Where are my ancestors? Why are they allowing all this to happen? Why Me?