The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Tell me who is the enemy?! My dad who is twin, but why would my dad? The twins who lived in the same street?!The older sister, the companion who is a twin?!

When I got from KZN I also thought that I've found my peace. I thought I was also going to be like all other teenagers. I thought I was also going to be happy. Make Jokes! Laugh a lot! And just smile.

Well, this is the Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama and there is no peace at all! I was asked by one of the ladies that Makhosi mentioned. Remember those ladies who lived where I live. The ones that went to 'enyangeni yomsotho' to destroy me. I mean Makhosi said that he was the most powerful one they could get. I swear he was powerful I mean he made my life and soul do whatever he wished for. He was indeed strong. I mean all the way from the boarders!

It was late in the afternoon I was walking home alone from school. She was outside. She saw me walking in a very strange way. Well not knowing anything. She asked what happened I told her everything in tears. I knew nothing. She told me to go to church that I live nearby so that they can pray for my "back”. It was painful. Because she was an adult I said 'yes' then went home put my books then I went to church.

She was still standing outside! I went with a sore back and tears on my face. I got to the church and stood by the gate. My heart didn't allow me to enter. Something told me not to enter. There were people inside singing and praying but my heart told me not to enter. I stood there for 15 minutes just so that she thinks I really went In. Then I went back home she was still standing outside. She asked whether am I okey. I told her "yes " lying in pain and went back home.

Weeks later after getting those nightmares. I could not sleep I mean I could not close my eyes. I made sure I would sleep during the day so that at night am awake. I was scared that the lady in black would come. I lived the opposite of your life!

After the nightmare, that morning I was home alone. I was so scared to even wake up on my own bed. I texted one of the ladies that "Makhosi mentioned" I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING. I told her everything and she told me that she will take me to her church so that I can get a prayer from the pastor. I told her I was scared. She was at her house alone also if am not mistaken. I mean she lived few houses away. She could have come to check me. I thought she would come.

After talking to her I was brave enough to stand up and go to the kitchen and make some food. I prayed all my way to the kitchen. I opened the curtains I saw her standing by the street staring at my house. I thought maybe she would come in. But no, she went up and down again and again. I felt like she was praying. What was she doing?!

‘Noma ungaswela kanjani, kunabantu ekungafanele uxakekele kubona ‘

The other lady was just right under our nose. Right here. With the family knowing about the two ladies, we were careful and we prayed every day. My parents are traditional based parents so they told me not confront any of the ladies because it might not be them and that could lead to 'intlawulo yenkomo” just to clean the person's name. I knew they did that just to avoid drama.

My mom was watering the grass outside late in the afternoon. She said when she went to close the tap one of the ladies acted quite strange. She quickly ran back to her direction from where she came from. What I mean is when she saw my mom coming her direction, she kind of jumped and went back to where she came from. Without noticing my mom actually saw her. STEP one of what "Makhosi" mentioned on how we would see the guilty ones.

I told my mom that there was something in her house. I mean where we live. There is still something wrong. That lady asked me every morning when I went out to water my mother's trees and grass whether have, I found school meaning varsity. Her daughter had completed matric four years ago. She would always, every morning asks me that question and I would tell her "no" just to feed her soul with laughter and happiness. After saying that she would sweep her yard and smile.

Me going to school which I would not mention the name was a secret. We made sure at home nobody knew. I told no one. I was happy that am moving out from hell. I mean I never thought I would call my own home hell. But I hate that place! There is something wrong with it otherwise I was happy for "Res" life

Being called a student!

Five weeks later at school forgetting about everything people from where I live not knowing where I was. I was happy they couldn't find me. But as said with The Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama happiness doesn't last forever. You won't believe who I saw at the campus!! After five weeks of hiding, you won't believe who I saw.

Up and down, she went up and down, up and down up and down. What was she doing?! I thought maybe she was gone enter but she didn't. Instead, she returned back to her house but she kept on looking back at my house. Well, being home alone I went back to sleep after having my breakfast. A few minutes I got a massage from her again telling me to go to the twin’s house. "Remember the twins in chapter one" The twins that lived in the same street as me. She told me I cannot be alone at home in that state.

Wellbeing Samkelisiwe Nzama again I said "yes I would go “but I didn't. It was just so crazy how she would tell me things and my heart wouldn’t listen. I slept throughout the day. Later in the afternoon my mother came back home. She found me sleeping and woke me up. I told her everything about the dream and the "lady in black I fought with while sleeping" I was in tears.

In a few hours the lady pitched up at my house when my mom was home. It was late around eight at night. I asked myself why didn't she came early in the morning when I told her about the dream?! She came in and sat down. She told my mom that I've told her about the dream. My mom was a calm person. Humble soul ever.

The lady told us to pray. She told my mom to read the Bible. She told us to fight and never let the devil win in this case. BUT she kept on asking whether did I see the face of the lady in black I was fighting with. I told her no. She asked again I said no. She asked again I told her no. I only saw her clothes and the hair. I didn't see her face! I wanted to see her face. Why was she concerned about the face?!

She stood up from the chair and started praying so hard that she had sweat all over the body. She prayed harder that the neighbours even heard her. She talked to that lady as if she was human. She told her she is not afraid of her. I thought to myself how can you not be afraid of someone you don't know. I mean we talking about the lady in "black" that I had fought with.

People from where I Iived knew nothing about where I was. It was only me and my parents no one else. But mom kept on updating me that a lot of them were asking. Some of them were told that I was in Kwa Zulu Natal and am taking a gap year from studying. That would make them super happy. Some thought I was somewhere at home cooking and cleaning my heart off and not studying. I mean we told them what they wanted to hear. And that made them relax. On the other side am at school studying my heart off. I made sure no one knew where I am. I was under cover!

Weeks went by and am still adapting to the varsity life and all that. I remember it was a Thursday afternoon I was walking from the computer lab to the next lecture class. I didn't believe who I saw! After five weeks of being under cover. I saw one of the daughters, of the women that was "described" by Makhosi. The one with the dark complexion. The one that would ask my every morning when she swept her yard that I've found school yet and I would tell her "no" then she would smile her heart off! I saw her daughter. I mean her daughter completed matric four years ago.

My heart felt like stopping right on point. But I didn't want to show my friend that. I prayed silently while walking to her. I mean there was no way I could hide. She saw me. I came smiled at her and asked her how she was doing. Being all fake and praying silently. She asked me what course am doing I told her, I was still praying in silence. I knew she was going to tell her mom that she saw me. Now there were going to start again with their habits of destroying. I left slowly walking to class and asking myself. But God why?! I thought we were done. I kept shut I didn’t tell my parents because they were going to start stressing yet again.

I went back to my old life again. I prayed every day. That weekend my back started again. I asked my roommate to go buy me some Pando. I didn't want to tell my parents I was sick again. I didn't want to stress them again. And I was like to myself that girl told her mom about me. I drank the Pando and woke up the next morning my back was still sore. I mean now I was sick in public. With people from different places. One of the house mates we lived with their told me my sickness is strange. I knew they were going to judge me! But I was born a success, therefore I succeed in everything.

I was like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruits in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither, and whatever I do had to prosper.

Being sick throughout the weekend I kept on praying and took some medicine. Sunday morning, I wake up and my hands were swollen. I couldn't bend them. I couldn't write and I had to prepare for the next morning. I asked for some needle to help myself out of this problem. It didn't help that much. Well, my roommate had to do everything for me. As for me I kept quiet and told no parents.

I woke up the next day I had Law class, I couldn't miss the class, so I woke up and went to school. I told no one about the daughter of one of the ladies I saw. I kept shut! I didn't write at all that day at school I was there to listen. I couldn't even hold a spoon to eat properly. I was in pain. But I kept shut!

Yet again I asked God what did I do this time again. I thought it was over! Well, this is the Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama and nothing good tends to last.