Zetlojik Diaries

08/04/2026

THE LOST TREE...

CHAPTER 2:

My uncle was a gentleman of some sort, straw hat,bell bottom pants, checked shirt and leather coat. Not forgetting the old style brown leather bag that carried enough for him and no one else.

As the door was flung open by the conductor, my uncle stepped out with a bright smile and immediately dipped his hand in his pocket and it came out full of bright & colorful sweets and in no time we were chewing.

As we walked to the compound,he teasingly asked, "do you still want to go to university?", to which I answered without hesitation,"Yes malume".

The walk was not too long and we were home in no time. Greetings quickly passed and next was the greatest news.

I had used Malume's town address to apply for university and the reply had come and was positive.

Everyone jumped with joy and ululation at the moment we heard what has made Malume come to the villages mid month.

Then in his sharp Tsotsi like voice he says, "Mzukulu we leave early morning tomorrow.

No time to say goodbye to my friends 😭.
No time to wash clothes, all would be sorted in the city.

And that was the dawn of a new error.
I was going to be a university boy kkkkk.

01/04/2026

THE FLOWER THAT NEVER BLOSSOMED...

CHAPTER 5:
At first glance all seemed like something that people were just going to talk and solve.

A cow and a calf were already outside the kraal,rope around the base of the cow's horns.

The sudden rush from our home turn slowly to a walk and then everyone stopped not far from the intruders, an approach with less aggressiveness because we/my father knew the people in position of the cow and calf.

The notorious business man and his boys were the disturbance no one thought of because no one owed them any money.

My father greeted politely with respect that someone with riches deserved. Bullfrog replied sounding like the voice had to be cranked to existence.. "I HAVE COME TO CLAIM WHAT IS MINE"

I couldn't help but feel sorry for the long thin walking stick that seemed to be carrying all the eggs,palony, chicken and cheese that he gulped every morning.

We all looked surprised and wondering what the hell on earth is this man talking about.

he continued as if to answer the next question b4 it was even asked .
"THIS DAUGHTER OF YOURS" pointing at me with a fat finger "SHE AND THAT LERATO GIRL ARE THE REASON WHY I M HERE, THEY HAVE BEEN EATING MY MONEY PRETENDING LIKE SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE MY WIFE.

IN THIS COW AND CALF IS ALL THE VALUE OF WHAT I SPENT ON THEM."

"IF YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE THESE COWS BEHIND, BRING YOUR DAUGHTER HERE"

In anger, my father lashed at him with the fire like eyes looking straight with the rest of the world not existing anymore.

B4 he could lay his hard hands that had the skin so hard he could shave your hair with a clap.

The dirty work boys jumped in and stopped him from venting his anger physically.

The beating that followed was heart wrenching. I thought they would stop but the went on and on and on.

Somehow my father gained strength and pushed people to the sides still focused on the man in charge of this invasion and supposed grabbing of the 2 cows.

just as he raised his head "EPISODE 6"

27/03/2026

THE FLOWER THAT NEVER BLOSSOMED... EPISODE 4: Lerato, Lerato my dear, please approach me. She descended the steps leading to the enormous mango tree where he was seated with haste. Upon arrival, she exhibited her well-taught etiquette by kneeling on one knee and extending her hand to meet his large, short, and thick fingers. In her mind, it was the customary greetings, amiable banter, and playful teasing to which she was accustomed. However, this time the situation had changed. He cleared his throat and spoke in a strained tone, saying...

Weeks turned to months and months have turned to a year plus, you are still giving me the run around coming with excuse after excuse and lie after lie.

I want all my money back and all the things you were eating from my shop you little piglet 🐖.

Lerato seeing the fire in his eyes tried to plead for her hand to be let go , pulling and twisting but it was in a tight grip and her efforts were fruitless.

He then boastfully said "I m coming with my boys to your father's kraal and I will get what's mine." Lerato felt a chill down her spinal cord and felt teas that she first was not aware they were raining from her red African eyes.

She had heard the stories about his boys. Besides the grocery store, he was also running a loan business and was ruthless when payments were late.

He would collect way above what he was owed. The boys were like pit bulls ready to pounce at his command.

He let go of Lerato's hand and clicked his tongue (mxm). She ran like her feet were not touching the ground heading to her Auntie's place for refuge.

All this while we all knew nothing at home , The mood was so calm and full of excitement as always.

As in nights when she had eloped to her boyfriend,we hid her absence and pretended she went to bed early because of a headache.

We all retired to bed and people slept peacefully .Then the morning came with it's plate full of a bad surprise.
MORE ON EPISODE 5...

27/03/2026

THE LOST TREE...

CHAPTER 1...

More than 10years of schooling, homeworks and school projects. Years of beatings from teachers and bullying from the back benchers in class.

Echoed "I did it", punching the air in my mind every time my eyes met my certificate that had replaced family photos on the old Rusty metal frame.

All that seemed like the greatest achievement ever by man kind but still in the back of my mind was the wait for university acceptance.

Sports was not really my thing but I tried better in long jump.I was not bad but still was not good enough to attract any female interests.

I still had few packets of confidence left in me because I was getting other awards like the smartest dressed male student for 3 Years in a row.

I came from a strictly Christian family and they either wanted me do everything by the book or not do it all.

was also part of the Youth choir and took part in other activities as well.

Maybe I enjoyed that life or maybe it was the only way I knew how to do(Lay low).

One of the most exciting events was waiting for the weekly Friday bus hoofing and puffing black smoke as it negotiated the crooked dusty roads of my village (Mkhonto Village).

Little did I know that this Friday was not of the same breed as the others passed.
As usual the whole house hold except my mother was at the bus stop hopping to just catch a glimpse of the old scrap metal of a bus.

However ,this particular Friday was heavy with news that would turn my world at 360° .

It hoofed and puffed to a halt right in front of us. We all wondered what creature was going to step off the wreckage of a bus.

Door was flung open and out came...

MORE ON CHAPTER 2...

27/01/2026

Nothing more true can be said...

27/01/2026

At the click of a finger you can set a thousand goals but at the end achieve zero out the thousand...

Never set goals under the pressure of impressing those who think you are not making it because you are lazy...

Your means are most understood by you not anyone else...

25/01/2026

25/365...
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