Bhekokwakhe

It was at this moment that he knew that Zitha was the one for him she had never left him on his bad side instead she embraced it and she was right, he had to take his place, he had to be King his father had no right to choose Bhekumbuso over him.

With Zitha by his side, he felt confident. He opened the doors and everyone turned to look at him as they were sitting on the long table.

He walked up to the chair his father once occupied ans sat down as everyone gasped, “I will wait no longer, the Kingdom needs a King.”

“Bhekokwakhe,” His mother started, he turned to look at her “Not now mother.” He stood up and looked at everyone “You.” He said to the older man who has the power of placing him as a King “Announce me as a King.”

“Bhekokwakhe!” His mother said in a stern voice as she also stood up “Your father chose Bhekumbuso.”

“I am the first born and I will sit on thay throne it is my birthright.” He said in a voice that he too never recognised.

He turned to his side and looked at Zitha “And she will be my Queen. Since no one is going to announce me as the King I will place my self if anyone ever has a a problem with that they must leave my kingdom.”

He said as held Zitha’s waist, it felt good saying all that.

“And in an hour I want a ceremony to be held where I will be formally announced.” He said as he walked out still holding Zitha on her waist.