Mbali and Thwala planed to kill Thulani, so they found a drug from a black market that would make someone to be comfused, lose focus and forget what they did or had done, so his signature would be in the fake will Thwala grafted. Thwala told Mbali to drug Thulani everyday, that would make him do things, but not remember and in the end this drug will make him die of an heart attach. Apparently this drug is unditactable when autopsy is done.

Mbali drugged Thulani as planed. He signed the fake will unaware and he was starting to be comfused and losing his memorie.

The drug made Thulani sick so he ended up in hospital, so that’s when he was diagnosed with heart failure, he was given medication, although it slowed the the possess of killing him, but the mads didn’t stop the poison Mbali was gaving him.

Mbali uped the dose everyday until Thulani couldn’t do anything anymore. It was in the don of a new year, Ntombenhle was turning 15 on January the 19th, that was the day Thulani was hospitalized, he stayed in icu ward for a week, he couldn’t breath by him self anymore. Doctors decided to switch of the machines.

Ntombenhle, Zandi and Mbali where called by hospital to tell them the bad news. When they arrived the doctor told them to go inside the ward all of them.

“Please come in and talk to him, what ever you want to say, you can say it. Mrs Zulu may I please have a word with you outside” They went outside.

“Is the something wrong doctor?” Asked Mbali.

“Mam I don’t know how to say this, but Mr Zulu isn’t gonna make it, he’s heart is damaged, operation wont even help him. Right now his breathing with machines.”

“No no! This can’t be happening!” Mbali put on crocodile tears.

“I’m sorry mam we really have tried everything” the doctor said.

“When do you wanna switch of the machine?” Asked Mbali.

“Unfortunately today, that is why I called you all here” replied the doctor.

“Oh my God, what am I gonna say to my kids” she busts into fake tears.

“I’m gonna bring consent forms, for you to sign. In the mean time, please go inside and spend time with him, for the last time”. The doctor walked away.

“Yes yes oh finally!! Oh finally” Mbali talking to her self.

She wiped off her fake tears and walked inside the ward, started brushing her husband like a loving wife, telling him she loves him and always will. After a while the doctor came back and gave her the papers to sign. After signing them the doctor told them to say their final good byes,

Ntombenhle was so blinded on what was happening, that she just didn’t even notice the doctor switching of the machine. When they went outside the docter sent his deepest condolences to them, that’s when it clicked to Ntombenhle that her father had passed on.

“Ma what’s going on? Why is the doctor saying that?” Asked Ntombenhle.

“You’re father has left us my darling, I’m so sorry” she started crying.

“No no no!! It can’t be no not my dad, daddy daddy!!!” She cried so helplessly.

It was the most saddest day of Ntombenhle’s life ever, she wouldn’t speak or eat.

The family gathered to start the preparation for the funeral. One of the family members, spoke to Ntombenhle everyday, to make her feel better and she became a bit stronger to face up with the situation, although it wasn’t that easy.

The day of the funeral came, Thulani was laid to rest in dignity and a well send off. Ntombenhle couldn’t bare to see his grave and his mothers grave, she fainted and was taken to hospital.

She had a anxiety attack, because of her traumer. The doctor had to put her on an psychology to monitor her on her process of healing.

After the funeral Thwala came to read the will. He and Mbali had formed. The family was called just to listen, also Ntombehle was there with Zandi.

” Good evening everything one, this was a final will from Thulani Samuel Zulu. He leave the house to Mbali and her two Daughters Zandi and Ntombenhle. The 3 construction companies to Mbali and 35000.00.

“What!? No this can’t be true!” Said Mbali.

“What’s wrong dear?” Asked Thwala.

“The is no way my dad didn’t leave me money for education, he told me he will leave money for me to go to school, if he dies” replied Ntombenhle.

“You’re father change the will after he remarried” said Thwala.

“I can’t believe this nonsense!” Ntombenhle went to her room.

“Any questions”? Asked Thwala

“Not at all sir” said Mbali

The family was just looking at each other with disbelief.

“Well then mam come sign here” said Thwala.

Mbali signed the papers.

“Well then we are done here, if you need my help, you can call me at this number” he gave Mbali his business card.

“Thank you, I’ll be in touch” said Mbali.

Thwala left.

“Now that the funeral is over, I want you all to leave, I want to spent time with my kids” said Mbali.

“What about washing the blackets” said one family member.

” Get the hell out of my house, geez!!” Mbali yelled.

Everyone packed their clothes and left.

Mbali went to Ntombenhle’s room.

“Listen hear you little twerp, you better be on you’re best behavior or else you will be out of this house or rather follow you’re damn father got it!!” Mbali banged the door as she went out.