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Milkah
I turned to the voice to find a meek looking female.
She was darker brown in skin colour, she was a beauty with her round face and big innocent eyes.
She looked like an angel if angels where physical beings instead of spiritual ones.
"What did you just say?" She asked again.
I could tell she was curious but at the same time she was afraid of me.
I decided to stand up and dust myself. I had no time to be answering her questions I had to find answers of my own!
As I finished dusting my skirt I decided to walk towards my room, maybe I could think better there.
"My name is Nkanyezi...I -I -I saw you walking and injured yourself so I decided to come and help. You probably don't know me but my mother is Mashushu."
"I'm not usually allowed to eat with the family let alone talk b- bu-but when I saw you I thought that maybe you could help me with something" Her voice was was decreasing more and more until it was just a whisper.
Lady I have no time to be fulfilling request! I myself need a miracle!
I stopped walking with a big sigh and turned around. "What do you want!"
She looked at me with a scared and confused expression, like she did not understand what I was saying.
I also starred at her until I realised I was not speaking zulu but English. I guess that's why she keeps looking at me funny.
Wait! Did she say MaShusha is her mother...that would make her the mentally ill twin.
I started to observe her critically to see anything that would show that she was mentally ill. But I noticed nothing.
The way she stood and spoke indicated no sickness whatsoever. The only thing I would say looked sickly about her was the scratches around her legs, the injuries did not look self inflicted as well.
She smiled like she knew I was looking or waiting for her to show her sickness.
" I can see that you must be waiting for me to show my illness. I believe I am not sick but the sangoma insists that I am so I am constantly being given muthi (medicine) to drink, it keeps me sedated so that I don't wonder away from home." She then laughed abit but it sounded so sad.
I wanted to ask what was wrong since my situation was a mistery, maybe we can both drown in our problems, maybe even become drinking buddies.
"I tend to feel very sad sometimes whenever I'm alone or when I see other twins in the village or how others of my siblings get along. I use to find joy in baby sitting the children until one day I lost touch with reality and left the children all alone in the house....I ..the children where young. They where twins babies all I know is that they said the round had burned and only one survived" She had tears in her eyes as she told me her story.
I could tell how she was ringing her hands and fidgeting that-that's where her life took a turn for the worst.
"They found me in the market sitting...well that is what my mother told me, I don't remember much all I know is that I would not have wished for a young child to die" she said.
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