The funeral (7/7)

By Drum Digital
17 July 2015

There’s bound to be trouble when you bury a man who has three wives.

She knew that in the morning the Chief would send his runners to drag her to his court. She thought, “These people will have me killed, whether I’m innocent or guilty. This is a place where the God of women answers to the Chief. I should escape now, while they’re still talking about this.”

Doris gathered a small bundle of her possessions and climbed out of the window. Soon she was running through the veld under a big yellow moon, determined to head for the city and leave nothing behind but the memory of her in that rural backwater. In the distance, she could hear a train cutting through the countryside. In a carriage on that train, Lerato was seated comfortably, holding the ihlahla.

She caressed the branch and whispered, “My darling Sandile, it’s a beautiful moonlit night – and all the wolves are out in the wild.”

The end.

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