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    Noma's Awakening
    Noma's Awakening
    Noma's Awakening
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    Noma's Awakening

    By Thabi Majabula

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    Noma is finding raising her three children challenging. Her in-laws unexpectedly appear, and take her children from her. She is distraught. Exhausted by grieving, she decides to go and find a job in the city. Her cousin helps her to get there, and provides her with accomodation. Her cousin tells a lie that gives Noma a husband that she does not have. The cousin then leaves, and Noma is left with a man who she knows nothing about, and who has no obligation to house her. The man that she lives with decides to help her to try and get her children back. When her family summons her, the man she lives with brings his friend to talk to her family for her. The friend was identified by Noma's cousin as Noma's husband. Noma gets into trouble for having a husband that her family knows nothing about. He steps in to help her when she has to move out of the home that her cousin left her in.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThabi Majabula
    Release dateAug 27, 2012
    ISBN9781476459691
    Noma's Awakening
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    Thabi Majabula

    Good romance stories are mood enhancers. I am thankful to all the romance writers who improved my mood many times. I am also thankful to be among romance writers, and I am thankful to all entities, physical and spiritual, who make it possible for me to write. I am thankful to you, reader, and I am thankful for every single person who has read any of my stories. I hope reading the stories gave you as much pleasure as writing gave me. Best of all things, Thabi

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      Noma's Awakening - Thabi Majabula

      NOMA’S AWAKENING

      by

      Thabi Majabula

      Published by Thabi Majabula at Smashwords

      Copyright 2012 Thabi Majabula

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and should not be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons (living or dead), actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      GLOSSARY

      OTHER BOOKS BY THABI MAJABULA

      CHAPTER ONE

      I will never forgive you for this, Samuel, never, vowed Noma. She was at the well, fetching water in the early evening. The children had only eaten one meal that day, and they had not been to school. Thinking about this made her furious. I will never forgive you for this, Samuel, never, she vowed again.

      Her last goat had died, as a result, she no longer had access to milk for her two elder children. It had been their staple relish, and without it, she would have to watch her children die from starvation.

      I will never forgive you for this, Samuel, never, she said out loud.

      MaDube, is everything alright? a voice asked. Noma realised that the other women at the well were looking at her strangely.

      I’m fine, she said. She finished filling her two drums with water, then she pushed the wheel barrow home.

      Home was a dilapidated hut. It was going to cave in on her and her children, killing them all. I will never forgive you for this, Samuel, never, she vowed. She had tears of fury in her eyes. She stopped, to wipe away the tears, then she pushed the wheel barrow close to the door of her hut.

      The children were quiet. She could not see them. She entered her hut. The children were lying down quietly beside each other, under one blanket. The youngest, Mduduzi, was lying between the elder two.

      Noma sat down beside them, Mdu was asleep, but she could tell by their breathing, that Thandi and Sipho were still awake. After a while, she could tell that they had fallen asleep.

      She went to sit outside her hut, leaning against its wall. She could see her parents’ homestead a short distance away from her hut. It was early evening. Children were playing under the moonlight. Noma could smell meat being cooked. The children were called to the kitchen to eat. The dogs went to lie outside the kitchen door.

      I’m going to have to swallow my pride, and ask my parents for help.

      I hate you, Samuel, and I’ll never forgive you, she whispered as tears of fury slid down her cheeks. Her parents had offered her help several times, but she had refused. Now, there was no alternative, but to accept it, unless she wanted her children to die.

      Samuel, when I die, I will find you, and I’ll kill you again, she muttered. She carried the barrels of water into her hut, then she lay down beside her children.

      Mama. Mama, wake up, she heard. She opened her eyes. Thandi was seated beside her, looking at her with excitement in her eyes.

      Gogo says you have visitors, said Thandi.

      Visitors?

      Yes, everyone’s waiting for you, said Thandi, then she ran out of the hut.

      Noma sat up, and looked round the hut, it was empty. The children had folded their grass mats and blankets, and put them away.

      Noma used some water to clean herself up quickly, then she put on her best dress. It was faded, and she had patched it many, many times. She looked at herself in her small mirror.

      She was five foot five, full-figured, and looked as if she ate like a queen every day. She neatened her appearance, then she looked at her hair. It looked like a bird's nest. She could not remember the last time that she had had it plaited. She picked up her last, and best doek, and tied it neatly on her head, then she walked quickly to her parents’ home.

      Your guests are in there, said Ma, meeting her at the gate. They walked toward the living hut.

      Who is it? asked Noma.

      Just go in, they’re waiting.

      Noma entered the hut. She sat close to the door. The sun outside was very bright, and for a few seconds, she could not see who was in the hut. She gave a general greeting.

      Her eyes adjusted, and she smiled, seeing familiar faces. No-one smiled back at her. She looked at Baba. He was watching her, then he looked away.

      What’s going on? she asked.

      Your in-laws have come to fetch their children, said Noma's Babomkhulu. Noma’s heart started thumping.

      What children are you talking about? she asked.

      The ones you stole when you left their homestead.

      I did not steal any children!

      The Celes paid amalobolo, the children belong to them. You should never have left with them.

      The only children I left with are mine.

      You have no children, the children belong to the Cele clan. Pack their bags, they’re going now.

      Noma’s blood felt cold in her veins. She shook her head.

      No. No. They’re not going anywhere. Who’ll take care of them? Who’ll feed them? Who will love them? she asked.

      Your only concern is to pack their things, said Tina, one of Samuel’s sisters.

      No-one is taking my children! Noma shouted.

      Thula! You kidnapped those children, said one of Samuel’s aunts.

      How can I kidnap my own children?

      You don’t have children! Children belong to the father.

      Their father is dead. I’m the one looking after them.

      Their Babomncane is here to take care of them.

      That is my job, I’m their mother.

      They say they miss school on some days, that they eat one meal a day, and they are in rags. It’s obvious you’re a very negligent parent, said Maxine, another of Samuel’s sisters.

      I am not negligent! gasped Noma.

      We’re taking our children. How could you steal them?

      I did not steal them!

      I always told Samuel that he’d made a big mistake when he married you. You are uneducated, uncivilised, and you have no ubuntu. I can’t imagine what he ever saw in you. Let’s take our children.

      Noma looked at the rest of the Cele clan, they all had a resolved look in their eyes. She looked at Joseph.

      Babomncane, please don’t do this, she said.

      We haven’t come to reason with you, we’ve come to take our children, said Joseph.

      She went to kneel before him.

      Please don’t take them from me, they are all I have left.

      I offered to marry you, and you looked at me as if I was a dog, a dog!

      Have you come to take revenge by stealing my children?

      The Celes cannot steal what is theirs, said Babomkhulu.

      Give me a little more time with them, please. Let me wean Mduduzi, at least. He’s too young to be without his mother, pleaded Noma.

      You should have thought of that when Buti offered to marry you, said Tina.

      We have a long journey ahead of us, said Joseph to his sisters.

      They stood, and left the hut.

      Where are they going? Noma asked Joseph.

      To fetch my children.

      No, no! screamed Noma. She stood, and rushed out of the hut.

      She found Samuel’s sisters in her hut. One was gathering the children’s clothes. One was putting shoes on Sipho’s feet. One was carrying Mduduzi. He was crying, stretching his arms towards his mother. Noma made to take him, and Tina moved him away from her.

      What’s going on, Mama? Are we all going with the aunts? Are we coming back? asked Thandi. Noma was crying, running after Mdu, who was being kept away from her. She made to hug

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