In the Msana river the king laid buried by his queen, the king led his people from the present KwaZulu Natal area to Dedesi the from Dedesi to Msana river where he laid to rest to this day. All those who were present during his time will respect him for his hard work in leading his people. The Msana river is a tributary to Mbashe river in Mthatha Eastern Cape which the Xhosa people call Impumakoloni.
At Msana his great palace accommodates. Merged and assimilated various fragments from Amabomvana, Amavundle, and Amampondomise as well as Amamfengu to build his kingship. All those are different tribes of the Xhosa people in South Africa. Even though these tribes had their own kings or traditional leaders they voted him as their
You know when you love someone, you do anything in your power to show then how much you love them, not just saying the words but actions as well and that is what I have been doing this past week. Going up and down. To and from Nongoma and I am tired. It has been a week of me doing the same thing, driving the same route, and looking for the same people.But now am left with one house to go to but I am tired and if Mpande wants me to go back, she will have to tell me under which rock I am supposed to find this princess. Imagine me, a whole prince of Manzini looking for lost people like I oversee the lost and found department of a retail store. Let me call Mpande, Ntsika dialled Mapula’s number and she picked up after a wh
The old woman was sitting on a grass mat inside the now falling apart rondavel, a place they called home and their haven. They have just had their dinner and the old woman was worried about how Zasembo will react after telling her how she got her. If it were up to her, she was not going to tell her anything, but since she was told that she will die in the next couple of days she had no choice but to tell her and hope that she understands.Zasembo on the other side has been worried since she saw that man earlier, she was worried that her grandmother had arranged marriage for her. The man was easy on the eyes than she can admit and would not mind be being married to someone like that. But she was worried about her grandmother a
Back at the capital, one of Tokelo’s men just got into their warehouse, he thought is best to check on their men on the ground to see what is going on there so that he can give the ghost a weekly report. He checked on everyone on their trackers and the routes they traveled all week. This thing of tracking people started after the Tool’s saga; the man also checked on the guys that are tailing their enemies to see if there is anything new there.He saw that the one tailing Lethabo recently went to an unknown location, one that was different than the ones he used to go to. He decided to call him and find out what is going on. “Sure” answered the man. “Sure boy, I picked up a new location on your tracker, mind filling me in?” asked the man. &ldquo
At Bakoena the queen mother Mabotle was preparing for a women’s meeting and today was a special one as she invited queens from other kingdoms. Apparently, one has some problems with the women in her kingdom and wants to see and learn from queen mother Mabotle how to solve some of the issues. While the other three said that they had issues with their kings and now they were looking for any solution they can find.Apparently one of the kings is acting like a homeless man, while the other is going around the kingdom bringing shame to himself and the royal family. The other disappears the whole day and no one knows where he goes. Mapula got into her mother’s room as she was finishing off with doing her hair, she sat o
It's Wednesday morning and Zasembo woke up early to do her chores. She went to the stream to fetch water, wearing flip flops kicking morning due as usual with its drops running down her legs and fog so thick like a winter morning. She fetched the water and walked back home. When she got home, she lit up the gas stove Ntsika bought for them, and boy was she happy not to be making a fire on this cold morning.She put the water on one side and a pot of soft porridge on the other because her grandmother loves her soft porridge in the morning, but she decided to make cereal for herself. She looked at the time and found that it was six-thirty in the morning. She wondered why her grandmother was not awake yet but thought that she wa
Ntsika was really bothered by Zasembo’s cries, her cries hurt him and the only thing he wanted was to make it better for her. Maybe take away her pain if it will make her feel better. He rubs her back telling her that everything will be alright and that he was there for her. “I hear what you are saying but nothing seems alright from where am standing.” Zasembo said.Ntsika pushed her off his chest gently then looked at her. “Let me make some calls okay?” he told her, he wanted to get people to come and take the body away. “Okay.” She agreed and Ntsika went outside and made some calls, he first called the police then made a call to his mother back at the Manzini palace. “Ntsika.&
It is the Saturday of the funeral and Zasembo is looking like a princess that she is. She is wearing one of the dresses Ntsika bought for her, body hugging black dress, a black blazer, a red muffler, and a red block hill. She looked beautiful, indeed. Ntsika paid all the expenses for the funeral, he bought a casket for the grandmother, the groceries for the funeral and repaired the rondavel they stayed in.The guards fixed the roof while the maidens fixed the walls using mud as some sort of cement then it was painted. The house looked presentable, the funeral also went well, and it was sad as all funerals are. But on this one only Zasembo was sad as everyone else had their own agenda’s for being there. Some went to see
The guards did as instructed by the queen, they stripped the king’s naked and gave each one of them a flag of Bakoena. They went out of the palace with maidens and other palace staff looking at them. They were told to recite those words as they go along ‘We killed the greatest king that ever lived, a guardian of this kingdom and representative of the gods. We sincerely apologize Bakoena and to you, Great king Lerumo.’They walked around the kingdom with the guards riding a horse behind them, boys from the kingdom picked up sticks and kept beating them on their old, wrinkled legs. Women picked up stones and started throwing them at their direction. One of them stopped them then asked the guard to award her a