Opening the door , Amanda finds her grandmother standing with uncle Mark the returned Grandfather of Tadiwa her friend from high school . He was once turned into a zombie by his neighbours . people believed that he was dead while the neighbours kept him hidden in their house using him for some rituals .
It was then when his grandson Tadiwa brought a soul onto the world that his life was set free . Tadiwa had even written a novel about how he came to actually meet his grandfather and how he set him free .
She finds her gogo, laughing with Uncle Mark . making her question herself about who was shouting .
Standing infront of the door , with a puzzled face,Maka scrutinized the dark area trying to see if there was anyone else around .
“Gogo ware you the one screaming ” makanaka asked in a concerned voice
” Hello to you too , Maka ” uncle Mark greeted her .
” Ohh sorry , uncle Mark how are you ”
” I am fine my child and yourself ”
” I am fine , I just came out when I heard a loud shout I thought something had happened to gogo ”
” A loud shout? ” Questioned Gogo Turing to look at Uncle Mark with a puzzled face .
” Yes I heard , someone scream , like they ware in agony ”
” No My dear we did not hear anyone scream ” uncle Mark replied .
” Huh are you sure ”
” Nobody shouted here if someone had I would have been the first to hear , you know old people hear very good ” Gogo said
” Oky ahhh maybe I heard wrong ” she said walking back inside , leaving Gogo and uncle Mark .
Silently siting in the dark with the candle on , reading her novel , named THE PRICE FOR LOVE , written by a young author Marydear Mubaiwa . She has fallen in love the novel so much , there is not a night that would pass by without her reading a chapter .
Smiling brightly at the novel as it excites her because the part where Chipo finally finds out that Mangaliso is not her son has arrived . She had waited way too long for the truth to come out . Mandisa is nothing but a heartless women , she would always say but her character is what makes the novel interesting .
” Now I can sleep with my heart not being heavy ” Maka muttered , as she dug herself into the blankets and let her body rest .
Within 10 minutes she was in dreamland .
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Makanaka carries a bucket full of her clothes and Gogo’s as she makes her way to the river down the Clift .
There are not much people at the river , washing their clothes . Makanaka fills her bucket with water then throws the clothes into the bucket . She Bends over to rub the clothes with green bar soap then starts washing them .
While she is washing , she is humming her favourite song . Neria , by the late Oliva Mutukudzi . Oh that song it brings so much evocative memories of high School . High school was such a nice place to call a second home for her , whenever she needed to laugh or cry her high school friends ware always there to lean on to but now things have changed all those friends except one are married and have kids . Then there is she and her best friend Amina .
Amina is a loud ,bumptious person . Her demeanor would make you not like her because nobody likes a forward person who is loud and conceited about themselves . But only Makanaka understands her friend and loves her for who she is .
Amina has no time for games she is straight forward and short tempered ,quite the opposite of who Makanaka is .
Humming her favourite song , a hand covers her eyes and immediately she knows who it is .
” Amina , I know it’s you ”
” You always know it’s me why ” Amina says letting go of her hands and moves closer to Makanaka
” That’s because you the only one that does that to me ”
” Mxm you are so boring , why didn’t you come call me so we could come together ? ”
” I thought you going to town today ”
” Not now , later ”
” Ohh Ahh I thought maybe you are going the morning ”
” Haa you not a true friend anymore ”
” Une drama Amina , watanga ( you starting ) ” she said pointing at Amina with her one finger .
” Mxm vtsk mahn , you must come later to my house to help me look for what to wear to town ”
” But you and I both know I suck at fashion , you always make fun of me ”
” Mxm Ohh yeah I forget that you don’t know style like me ” she said swaying her head along with her long coloured hair .
Amina is a 5,6 feet tall Zimbabwean coloured . She has dark black hair and a bit of greenish eyes. Her father is a white Zim man while her mother is a black Ndebele woman just like Amanda’s mother .