Posted April 11, 2019, 3:49 p.m. by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in KwaZulu- Natal - Visiting Home, Introductions Are Made (Tag Cross)
Posted by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief of Security) in KwaZulu- Natal - Visiting Home, Introductions Are Made (Tag Cross)
Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in KwaZulu- Natal - Visiting Home, Introductions Are Made (Tag Cross)
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snipCross could not remember when she last conducted herself in accordance with the accepted norms without creating a headache for someone.Once she smelt the aroma of cooked food the doctor realized how hungry she was and with good reason having burned so many calories,oh well thanks to Nkosenye she did not end up ripped apart by a pack of hungry Hyenas ..after that thought she gave him her most angelic smile.
Cross Dr.
Nkosenye smiled back and winked. What followed was a few hours of eating, laughing, stories, and family. Everyone spoke Standard so that Miriam would not feel left out. At one point Nkosenye’s father looked at her and smiled warmly. As the rest of the table talked and interrupted each other and carried on, he stood and walked over to her chair and knelt down on the floor next to her so he could look at her directly. “Dear, if you even want to learn our language, I’m sure you would do well with it. Let me kow. Perhaps while you are here you and I could work on that, if you like.” and then a somewhat confused expression crossed his face. “How long are you here, by the way?”
Nkosenye, CoS
Seeing them laughing and telling stories Cross could not help but be a bit envious for she had never known what a close knit family was like.
At one point Nkosenye’s father looked at her and smiled warmly.
She smiled back at him and when he come over hearing what he had to say Cross nodded ‘’Some words,important ones cause I’m not that good at learning a new language.English is already enough for its not my native one ‘’ for a moment she thought of a word ‘’Xtahseb? (what do you think?)’‘ she asked a with sincere and genuine look .
Cross Dr.
Kagiso smiled broadly and said “You will do fine. Zulu is not always a language of words. Emotion drives much of what we express. And you seem as if you know emotions very well, dear one.” and he chuckled. “Tomorrow morning. I rise early. Meet me when you awake on the rear porch and we will begin. I am sure you will do very well indeed. You have the heart to.” and with that he rose and retook his seat.
Kagiso, Nkosenye’s Father
Cross simple gave him the thumbs up, then rested her head on Nkosenye’s arm eyes half closed.It had been a lengthy ,wearisome day .Now she was completely and utterly exhausted,their voices were getting farther and farther away as the doctor appeared to succumb into a deep sleep.
Cross Dr.
Nkosenye looked down and then motioned to his family. The laughter and voices quickly subdued. “It has been a long day for us. If you don’t mind, I am going to take her upstairs. We will see you all in the morning, I hope.” his voice rumbled out. Yibanathi stood and came around to them and said quietly “I have made up your room. I made a room for her in the spare room at the end of the hall.” and she giggled a bit. “Had I known I would have saved myself the time.” “Mother!” Mthunzi hissed, but with a smile. “Thank you. I am sure she will be just fine there.” and he stood up and, like he had on the war-ravaged planet where she hurt her ankle, he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. The voices continued on downstairs, but it was a soft murmur carried up through the open expanse of the living room.
Nkosenye carried her into the dark room. It was a large room, with a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the trees and land behind the Nkosenye home. The door stood open, and a gentle breeze carried the quiet sounds and fragrant smells of the African savanna into the room. Mthunzi laid her down on the large bed and took off her shoes. “Sleep, my love. I am the second door down from you, if you need me. Good night.” and he rose to make his way to his childhood room.
Nkosenye, CoS
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