I woke up and quickly got out of the clothes I found myself in and took a hot shower. I packed the clothes in my small bag then waited till it a decent time for me to live and go to my mother’s place in Yeoville. It was going to be a very long ride but I was up for it, I was scared out of my brain. Could someone be pranking me, is it Andile? I’m sure it’s him. He probably undressed me yesternight then put me in this hideous clothes. I know what they represent and I do not want anything to do with it. I don’t want anything to do with ancestral stuff. I believe in God and there’s a good reason as to why I woke up looking like ingqirha.

The time was now 03:30am I took my car and drive to Yeoville. I drove for about 5 minutes then my car broke down in the middle of the road. I injured my foot and luckily no one else on the road got hurt because it was still early there were only a few early birds wanting to go catch the train leaving at 4:30am. I couldn’t believe i was in an accident, now I had to go back to my house and wait till it’s light outside and call Andile to fetch me if he’ll come seeing as to how he ran away yesterday.

All this was witnessed by a young lady that I normally see at the gym just down the road from my apartment and she offered to help me go home seeing as I was injured. I wanted to ask what was she doing outside at this time of the morning, she didn’t look like she was going to work. Could she maybe be a prostitute? Oh no!. She looks so decent and shy. She possibly cannot be but who knows, the “Never judge a book by its cover” saying might be a cliche but it’s true. She had to take me to her house cause mine was a bit further and honestly I couldn’t take it, I was in pain. Despite me being in pain, I held the bag containing the “spiritual” clothes very tightly, I had not forgotten about my mission.

I sat on her couch in her one bedroom apartment while she made me tea and looked for the first aid kit to tend to my foot. I probably will have to go to the hospital when it’s gets lighter outside before I continue with my journey to Yeoville. I found out this young woman is Nia Gooding and no she’s not a prostitute, she was coming from her second job when I met her. I believe her you know. I drink the tea she made and honestly while doing so, I thought could this be the ‘Nia’ I kept dreaming of? No it couldn’t be. The longer I kept trying to go back and forth with myself. I was convinced nguye loNia lona. I don’t know how but I dozed off. Waking up to a very bloody scene.

I was no longer sleeping on the couch but on the floor and there was…blood everywhere. It was on the white rag in the sitting room, on the kitchen’s white tiles. It was everywhere. Things looked scattered like there’d been a struggle. Nia?! Oh God where is she?. I hope she’s okay, she was kin….before I could say it there was her body by the bedroom door looking horrible with blood oozing everywhere out of her.