Is blood thicker than water? – By Simphiwe Mandla Malunga It was midweek in the afternoon as I was following my daily routine at the school residence, right on the spot my emotions were triggered. Their absence took the same years as my age and lately they decided to reach out to me. I became inquisitive immediately when she mentioned my mother’s name, after she had consistently asked me about my roots which are foreign to me. At age twenty (20) the young lady whom had long searched for her brother had finally found him through Facebook, a social network. As I answered enthusiastically every question that the young lady posed to me deep down I knew this was my paternal sister. I was familiar to the saga that my biological father was a polygamist and a traditional healer which he still is. The little sister who caught me by surprise when she confirmed that indeed we were siblings amazed me when she said, ‘‘our father once mentioned that he has a total of thirty t...
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Root of hatred - SIMPHIWE MANDLA MALUNGA The bond between siblings, friends and colleagues has broken. Children have become orphans because of you; as long as you’re adored we will not have peaceful lives. Your presence makes the world go round as you take one’s breath with your gleaming beauty. You are accompanied with laughter, sorrow and at times hatred. Few men can testify that indeed you are deceitful as you will be with them today the next day you are nowhere to be found and some will blame it on witchcraft whilst others will blame it on carelessness. Either than that we need you, despite the fact that you continue to come in the way of neighbours doing what you know best which is causing conflict and ending all unity instead bringing up gossip between them. Saddening as it may sound a certain individual is having sleepless nights because of you; you have conquered all their thoughts because all they think about is you. On the other hand another...