20 years later, Bhekizulu caged in his jail-cell dwells over walls. The outside lustre overlapped in his face. Guards came and unlocked his freedom. The Jazz man came back to his wedding photo from wall prior to his departure.

He got a ride behind a truck and lunched out next to a suburb stop sign at Eastgate. He took off his hat to show gratitude as the truck hoot back at him. He looked all the houses before him synchronizing a note address.

Among those walls, they preserved a house wife known as Naomi who is preparing a meal while her two children chased one another across the kitchen. The five year old boy was Shaun, and the girl who darted her way through with a vehicle toy was a six year old Neo.

Naomi: “Neo stop taking away your brother’s stuff!” jerking a stiff pot she heard bang at the door

The kids rushed to open the door and saw an old man lost at their door step

Neo: “Hello” she smiled as the old man silently approved with a smirk

Shortly their mother joins them

Naomi: “Good afternoon sir!” she was interrupted by frantic youngsters who ran back

Bhekizulu: “Hi

“Is this Senzo Gamede’s apartment” his face was mislaid

Naomi: “Yes’ it is”

“And I’m his wife Naomi”

“What could be the problem” she said apprehensive

Bhekizulu: “I’m his father”

“Bhekizulu Gumede” he was delighted upon his destination

Naomi: “Come in” he took off his hat and walked inside examining the value of their walls.

Bhekizulu: “You’ve got a great investment here” impressed.

Naomi: “I’m glad you like it” leading him towards the seating room

“We just moved here two months ago”

Bhekizulu: “Well a seven hundred thousand pounds weight heaver back then”

He took a seat while she stood far.

Naomi: “Would you like some tea?” he got tickled

Bhekizulu: “Do you have a twenty year old Scotch and a lighter?” he glared at her surprised face

Later he sat impatiently peeking at his silver frame secured on the arm orbiting sluggish seconds. He watched over the kids playing with their toys while the finger kept knocking down the couch he sat on.

Bhekizulu: “Do you know what time is he going to be home?” hollering anxiously

Naomi: “He said he would be back as soon as possible” yelling from the kitchen dipping dishes

Bhekizulu broke the endurance and rouse up deterred. He went past the kitchen

Bhekizulu: “I’m going out to grab some air”

Naomi: “Okay. I think he will be here within the next hour”

“If you can wait” wiping the dish cloth

Bhekizulu went out for a while then came back with a pickaxe and shovel. Naomi was dazed by his return packing the dishes. Bhekizulu threw the tools on the floor and took out his hand gun from his waist.

Bhekizulu: “Okay where is the duct tape?” pointing the gun towards Naomi

The kids ran into that space where their mother was confined, even more terrified

Naomi: “Kids go to your room” yelling at them

Bhekizulu: “No! No!”
“I don’t think so!” returning them with a gun point then looked at their mother

Bhekizulu: “How is he supposed to be a man if you keep sending him back to his room?” startled by their eviction

Later on Naomi was roped and duct taped from the ground while her kids were sat down next to her. Bhekizulu dragged the huge table aside, took out his suit and fold back his shirt. He took out his gun from the back and placed it on a chair. He pulled up the pickaxe and dug a hole in the centre.

When the grave was wide enough he threw away the axe huffed up and looked back at her. Naomi squealed in tears as he came.

Bhekizulu: “Don’t be scared I’m your grandpa” addressing the confused kids

“Me and mom are going to play some game” snatching Naomi’s body

Laid down moaning the roof, Bhekizulu stood at her sight above the ground.

Bhekizulu: “rest in peace!” he shoved back the topsoil

He cut back on the hard work to catch a breath wiping his sweaty face then got back to his quest.

Few hits away to his surprise, Naomi freed her arms and pulled back from the dirt.

Bhekizulu rolled forth the shovel and stroke her head back to the grave.

The knock down murdered and suppressed Senzo who shortly realised he was home. His wife was buried in the white sheets next to him. The return of his father was a great nightmare that had him perspiring.

Brown leaves fell over a refined valour Benz shadowing gravestone park. The next Jazzman came out from his black ghost with white roses and took a walk in the park. He took off his shades to read his mother’s grave. She was born on the 12th February 1970 and laid to rest on 27th December 2003, “Pain is Love.”

Senzo leaned over to survey her quote.

Senzo: “Pain is no Love”

“Mother”

He disposed blossoms on her lid then aroused a proud chin posterior to his departure. Senzo looked at the sun through blazing shades, embarked on his path with condensed hands. He launched his Mercedes to sundry voyage beyond the forestry.