The Visitors' Wall

By Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede

An intriguing story of love and grudges.
The newlyweds, coming from different racial backgrounds, are hosting their mothers for the Passover weekend.
Are the visitors coming as a unifying or dividing wall?
Like a drip of honey from a honeycomb, this love story is guaranteed to keep you yearning for more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede
• Release date: Feb 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781998957910

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The Visitors' Wall

Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede

Published by Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE VISITORS' WALL

First edition. February 10, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede.

ISBN: 978-1998957910

Written by Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede.

Also by Thulani 'Yeyeye' Gumede

Moving Boundaries

The Finishing Line

Standalone

Nqaba: Grief & Hope

Love Rage: The Good Fight

Fathering Shadows

Lovers & Mirrors: My First Six Months of Marriage

Fathering in the Dawn

Impumelelo Kamadakeni

Some Women Don't Live on High Heels

Dripping Drops

The Visitors' Wall

The Visitors’ Wall

Thulani Yeyeye Gumede

© Thulani Yeyeye Gumede 2022

The Visitors’ Wall

Published by Nqaba Publishers

Lincoln Meade,

Pietermaritzburg

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Facebook: Thulani ‘Yeyeye’ Gumede

Instagram: @YeyeyeTG

Twitter: @YeyeyeTG

EPUB 978-1-998957-91-0

KINDLE 978-1-998957-92-7

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Edited by Dr. T. Qwabe

Layout and proofread by Boutique Books

Cover Photograph by Christian Photoshop

Other Books By Thulani Yeyeye Gumede

1. Nqaba: Grief & Hope

2. Lovers & Mirrors: My First Six Months of Marriage

3. Nqaba: Grief & Hope 2nd Edition

4. Love Rage: The Good Fight

5. Fathering Shadows: Letters to My Seed

6. Fathering in the Dawn

7. Impumelelo Kamadakeni

8. Some Women don’t live on High Heels

9. Izinyembezi Zephara

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 1

Rain Droplets

Baby, please, don’t forget some milk, uttered Ntombi as she kissed her husband Freddie, before he dashed out of the car.

Every Sunday evening after church, they passed by this garage for some shopping.

Ntombi sat with her eyes gazing on a windscreen as if to count some rain droplets. It was those dewdrops that precede cold fronts. They were dropping as if they were reluctant, yet opening a wider gate to a blistering cold season. And that was the accurate showcase of the Pietermaritzburg weather.

Her mind was wholly absorbed in a song that was playing in the background. The song was Solution by Hillsong. Every word of the song was leaving a mark:

Hey now

Fill our hearts with your compassion.

Hey now,

As we hold to our confession…

God, be the Solution

We will be your hands and be your feet.

The lyrics were wrecking her walls because they were echoing the sermon Pastor Bradley had just preached about 30 minutes ago. He challenged God’s children to be His hands and feet in the bleeding world.

Was she doing enough? she wondered. If not, what did she need to do?

As she was still assessing herself, the driver’s door opened, derailing her thoughts. It was as though Freddie had added a cold front to the grocery list. Ntombi reacted as though she had caught hypothermia. It was crystal clear: she was never going to get used to cold weather. Knowing this very well was her husband. It was no wonder he reached out for a hug. He knew his wet-through and icy clothes would perfectly exacerbate the situation.

It was at that moment that Ntombi shrieked, No, thanks! Instead, she projected her lips towards him to indicate she was strictly going for a kiss. They both chuckled.

After the coalition of icy and warm lips, their car zigzagged to their apartment. Her knees were knocking together under her long coat while her man was sweating in his shorts.

In a trice, they were at the gate where they greeted their simplex security guard.

They were new in this place. In no time, they would finish their first month in their 3-bedroom apartment. Before this, they had been renting a single-bedroom flat in Scottsville. They had decided to move into their new home in their eight-months of marriage. This was so they could be hosts. Also, a 3-bedroom apartment was strategic to the boy and a girl they were envisaging.

Ntombi swished to the bedroom.

Coffee? offered Freddie from the kitchen.

No, thanks.

One could hear that she was rummaging in their wardrobe.

"There’s no way you can refuse my coffee in that quivering state. If it means I need to get amabutho to force you, so be it."

They both cackled from different rooms, separated by the cream white wall. It stood tall and stout, glaring from renovations.

In no time, a Zulu girl showed up wrapped up in a dark grey Scotch blanket.