26/05/2026
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SEASON 2
CHAPTER 1
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After that I continued chatting with the girls on WhatsApp. They told me, “Wait little brother, let me call you.” When she finally called, she said, “I’m so happy. You had scared me, making me think my husband was in Zimbabwe with another woman.”
I laughed and said, “So now you’re rejecting me because you’ve become a doctor?”
She laughed too and replied, “When you come back here I’m going to beat you. You won’t escape me once I graduate.”
I told her I was no longer coming back.
She quickly answered, “Then all of us are coming there. If you don’t come with us, we are not leaving. Wherever you sleep, we will sleep too. Whatever you eat is what we will eat. I want to see that famous nest Amin told me about.”
I laughed and told her, “Then let Chantie or Amin cook for you.”
She replied, “Chantie already left after her days ended. Amin will bring a maid when she goes to the farm.”
I warned her jokingly not to look for a beautiful maid who might steal me away. We all laughed. Kisses filled the phone like people spitting through the line.
Before ending the call I said, “Please take care of your child Amin. Tell her I love her very much. Greetings to grandfather and Andrew too.”
Lucy then said, “Amin has become very thin. She walks around carrying your picture everywhere. She loves the car you bought her. If something happens to my child, I’ll tie myself up.”
My heart became heavy when I heard that Datyakadzi had passed away.
After talking to Lucy, I went back on WhatsApp and talked to Amin. At first she struggled trying to figure out who I was because I refused to tell her I was Most. The moment she called and heard my voice, she became so happy that she started crying, and that touched my heart deeply.
I then started speaking Afrikaans with her so that Patie would not understand what we were talking about. I could see that Patie was listening carefully to every word.
As the conversation continued, Amin surprised me by speaking proper Shona. I wondered who had been teaching her.
She asked me, “How are our mothers doing?”
I became shy and glanced at Patie, who smiled at me knowingly. I realized she had understood.
I answered Amin in Afrikaans again. She laughed and said, “Let’s both speak Shona, baba. I can speak it better than you.”
I laughed.
She then warned me, “If you delay coming back, I’m coming there myself all the way to your home.”
“Most, do you know something?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“I love you.”
I told her I had known that for a long time already.
We continued talking as I tried comforting her. But I still did not tell her when I was returning.
Only one week remained before my ninety days ended. Ever since I started talking regularly with Amin, Andrew, and Lucy, it had become a daily habit. Especially Amin — she had become attached to me and missed me badly.
But Patie had become another issue altogether. The girl had become even more beautiful, and honestly I no longer wanted to leave her behind.
One day she asked me, “Why do people say you are poor when you sleep inside the house? Aren’t poor people supposed to stay outside?”
I explained to her that poverty is different for different people. Some are poor because they cannot have children. Others marry but never have children. Some are forced to use bush toilets and are not allowed into proper toilets at all.
She understood, though I could tell she still had questions in her heart.
One morning I woke up and washed my car. I also saw Patie washing herself nearby. After finishing, I dressed up nicely. I stood there feeling very clean and handsome.
When I walked outside, my mother said, “VaMoyo, where are you planning to go looking this fresh today? I really gave birth to a handsome young man.”
Patie suddenly ran outside, but the moment she saw me she froze in one spot.
I laughed quietly.
I then called my parents into my room so we could talk privately. I knew if we sat in their room Patie would overhear everything.
We sat down.
I started by saying, “My parents, I love you both very much. I have enjoyed being with you all this time. But time and life will not allow us to stay together forever. Today I want to return to work. The days are now too many. I only pray you remain well like before. Your wishes are known to me, and when the right time comes, I will fulfill them.”
Mother immediately asked, “My son Most, are you leaving without leaving us a daughter-in-law?”
Father quickly interrupted her.
“Hey, old woman, can’t you hear what the boy is saying? He clearly said he will fulfill your wishes when the right time comes. Why are you rushing where you were never called? What are you looking for in a sick person’s chicken?”
As she spoke, my mother kept staring at the picture of Amin that I had accidentally left on the table.
Father noticed and asked her why she was staring there.
She replied, “I’m looking at this picture of that white woman. Isn’t she the one always calling these days? If she is your daughter-in-law, then tell her I don’t want such a person here. No Dziva blood steps into this home. I don’t want bad luck here.”
Father became angry.
“That’s why old men like Baba VaShama and Kinta Kunte live far away from their wives — because of mouths like yours. You keep saying this home belongs to the Dziva family. Then where is our home? This place is called the Moyo home, not Dziva. I already told you long ago to rule your own home. A child is not forced to marry someone chosen for him. Didn’t the chief already say that? Is a white woman not still a woman?”
I silently thanked my father for defending me.
Mother became quiet because she knew when VaMoyo got angry, his words became dangerous.
Later we ate our meal together.
I then told Patie, “The way you love your mother is the same way you must care for this family here. Once the chickens grow, sell them and keep the money safely. When they finish, buy more. Also visit your mother regularly and help her with whatever she lacks. You can even take her friend along when you visit.”
I handed them a bank card.
“Father, keep this card. There is money inside. Whenever you need something, use it. Here is the pin number.”
Everyone heard me clearly.
I also warned them, “That car is not for pleasure trips or parties. It must help people in emergencies only. And no carrying the chief’s children around to gatherings.”
Around 4PM I finally left home and headed back the same road I came from.
Leaving did not please my family at all. Even Patie was unhappy. I honestly didn’t know what she expected me to do.
She had dressed up beautifully too, almost as if she knew where I was going.
I drove off heading toward the borders again. This time I had changed my mindset completely. Deep in the night I reached the border and rested for a while because I knew exhaustion could kill me on the road.
Around 2AM I woke up and continued driving without stopping.
When I checked my phone, I found ten WhatsApp messages from Amin.
I laughed to myself and said, “This girl is now too used to eating sadza.”
I kept driving.
Early in the morning, during the time people were going to work, I was already inside South Africa again. I passed through like a true boss.
By now my car was thirsty for fuel, so I stopped at a garage and gave my machine a drink.
Then I headed straight toward the farm.
The moment I reached the road that branches from the main road into Smith’s farm… I saw something strange...
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