“Makoti, you know the laws of this family; since our son Bhekani has passed away, one of his brothers has to take you in as his wife,” my mother-in-law Madlamini nonchalantly said as she pointed at his sons.
“Mama, I think I’ll make a perfect match for her; plus it’s high time I took a third wife,” Sibonelo the third son said.
“Why are you so selfish? We both know that you’re in it for my brother’s monies! Stop being selfish and inconsiderate, i am the perfect match for her. I have no wife or any kids so it in my responsibility to be my brother’s keeper,” Msiso sneered at his little brother.
None of the alive Zulu brothers fitted the category of the man I wanted to marry. Sibonelo had 2 wives and he was one of those selfish men who wanted everything to be given to him .He was 47 years but still dependent on his parents and one could not miss his smelly armpits. The worn-out short pants were passed on to him by his brothers and his father. Msiso had a thing for joburg woman beside him having not having children and any wife, he was well-known for sleeping with married women around the village.
There I was sitting on a Reed mat “ucansi” with my head bowed down and tears falling from my eyes. I look at these people discuss about my future.