Lihle the Assassin (2024)

28/08/2023

Thekgo and Risper. Characters you can picture for The Stalker series.

It's Hungwani Ndlovu and Luyanda Msazi

28/08/2023

The stalker: Part 2

I woke up to the scent of cologne. This is the same one that Thoriso used. I'm sure he is the one who slept besides me last night. Well, time for a cup of coffee to deal with this hungover on a Monday!

"Top of the morning, sis!"
"Morning kiddo. You are leaving already?"
"Yup! I have tutorials this afternoon around 2. I have to get back to res."
"Oh yeah! Better go on. Don't you ever miss your classes because…"
"Yadi yadi ya, fail and all. I got it sis. Besides, I'm only doing three modules this semester and I am done," he takes my coffee and drinks.
"Hey! Make one for yourself, man!"
"No time sis! My ride will be here in a few minutes!" He then grabs half of my sandwich.
"Better go now. Pretoria is about an half hour away. Unless you are taking a Gautrain you will get there faster."
"That's the plan. This Uber will take me to the parkstation and I will… score some nice babes there," I hit his head.
"Behave! You have a girlfriend, remember? The one you told me about."
"Oh Mikasa? She's my waifu," he blushed.
"What's that wena?"
"She's my anime wife. And the girlfriend I told you about."
"Anime? You mean those cartoons you like to watch like Naruto?"
"Hey! Anime is not cartoons wena! And I love her with all my heart. I will marry her one day!"
"I'm sorry. And how will you marry her when she is a car- I mean anime character?"
"I will buy a huge figurine and throw a whole wedding celebration! It will be the best wedding you were ever invited to!"
"What about those girls you were planning to check out on your ride?"
"Well, forget about them. I am loyal to Mikasa Ackerman! Soon to be Mikasa Moloyi! My dear Mikasa, I love you! I am coming babyyyy!!!!! The distance between you and I, will be closer than ever!!" He giggled.
"Wow, okay. Uhm… I wish you good luck with Mikasa," I said, trying not to sound freaked out.
"Thanks sis. It means a lot when you are supporting my love for Mikasa. I hope you be good to her when you meet her someday."
"Anytime. And one more thing, you were heavy on me last night. Go easy on me when you share the bed with me, will ya?" The 'ya' sounded weird coming from me since I usually speak formally.
"What do you mean? I was in my room the whole night."
"What? I guess I was dreaming."

The car beeped outside.

"Oh! That must be my ride! See you sis!"
"Call me when you get at res! Or send me a text!"
"Will do! Bye!"
"Bye!"

Thoriso lives in Pretoria, Hatfield close to his campus and I live in Johannesburg, Fourways. He studies Computer Sciences. We are both from Mamelodi. I feel bad for not accompanying him to the door but as long as he is alright. Ouch! This headache is too much now. I must try to eat spicy things now since they are quite effective with hangovers.

√ Timeskip

"What did I tell you, Layla? What did I say?"
"That you were suspicious of your client?"
"I told you that he hid something from me. And it was crucial to his defense. But you know what? If only he told me the truth, I would've anticipated that sneaky move from the prosecutor. But no matter, I am getting my chance. Thanks to that tactic I pulled to delay the conclusion of the case," I said.
"It's how you kept your head high throughout the case given how scary that prosecutor was," Layla commented.
"He pulled all sorts of dirty tactics to pressure my client. But he won't get away with this. I will make sure of this."

Layla is my secretary as of yesterday. Before I made partners with the firm, I was busy with a case so I need it to conclude. However, due to the dirty trick pulled by that prosecutor, I will have to find ways to defend my client given this new information about him that rose.

Layla and I were approaching the parking lot and had a small conversation there and there. Before I pressed my car key, I heard someone chanting in Isizulu. I signaled Layla to be quiet and hid behind the closest car. I saw the man - a sangoma sprinkling some water with a broom on a car and I heard him say something about the owner of the car getting into a car accident so that their sender can win the case. I took out my tablet and recorded the rest of the ceremony. You might think that just because I am an advocate, I don't believe in these things. Thing is - I saw supernatural things happen in court. There are things out there that are still beyond human understanding. I know one might ask - what about logic? But logic is limited to the knowledge that humans collected over years and what's logic now, may not be logic years to come hence I don't like limiting my understanding to the information that humans gathered. After the Sangoma left, I came out of hiding.

"Layla, did you see that? Who's car is that?"
"Yes. It's Thekgo's."
"Thekgo? No way! Layla, that Sangoma just did that so that he can be in a car accident so that his client's case would be postponed!"
"You lie! You mean to say he is using African Voodoo magic to harm Thekgo?"
"Yes. I know that you are white and all but…"
"I've seen things happen in court, Risper. Although I am white, I know how powerful African magic is."
"So what if the muthi is fake and I am just overreacting and Thekgo will be fine if he gets in that car?"
"No, what if the muthi is the real deal and Thekgo dies? Will you be able to live with yourself, Risper?"

I subconsciously touched the bracelet on my wrist that Thekgo gave to me yesterday.

I shook my head, "I don't have his numbers though. Do you?"
"No." Layla scrolled through our whatsapp group, "I don't see him in this group either. We will have to wait for him."
"Don't you have to fetch the kids from school? I will wait by myself."
"I will call their father to fetch them."
"You don't have to. I will wait for him. It may take a long time for him to finish today's court session."
"You may be a hotshot Advocate Risper but you are socially awkward around the male species. You sure will be alright with Thekgo?"
"Have some faith in me, will ya?" Okay, Thoriso is slowly rubbing off on me with his peasant language.

I accompanied Layla to her car.

"I will be fine, I promise."
"Okay. If you say so, Risper," she opens her car and enters.

She starts her car and I bid her farewell. She just smirked at me. I watched her drive out of the court until her car was out of sight. Now come to think of it, after I talk to Thekgo, I would have to go and buy a kota from one of the vendors outside this court. Took me a while to get used to the word "kota" since in my hometown, we use the word "sphatlo".

I sat in my car for what seemed like a long time and Thekgo with his black bag finally showed up. I immediately got out of the car. I don't know how to explain this to him but I better unlock my phone now so that I can show him the video. He was walking fast to his car and these pencil heels slowed me down.

"Mr Moeti! Mr Moeti! Mr Moeti!"
He waited as I approached him. Man, I was out of breath.
"I am sorry for this," I said as I tried to catch my breath.
"You would fall if you keep running on those heels," okay, he caught me off guard with his perfect English accent.
"I never knew you could speak in a perfect English accent."
"Ms Moloyi…"
"Yes. I just want to thank you for covering up for me when I was not feeling well last week."
"It's alright. I am always willing to help my colleagues."
"And one more thing, I wouldn't get in that car if I were you."
He laughed, "and what would the reason be?"
"A man in his late forties sprinkled muthi around your car. He was chanting in Isizulu and said something regarding you being involved in a car accident for the postponing of a case you must be busy with,' I must have sounded like a news reporter at that time.
He stared at me for a few seconds and bursted out in laughter. I soooo wanted to hit him on his chest but I am not used to him to that point.
"No, I am serious! I have a video of the man doing that," I scrolled through my apps and tapped on the gallery then the video, "you see! This is the man. Layla and I hid behind a 4×4 Range Rover that was there earlier."

He took the phone and watched the video till the end.

"How do I know that you did not fabricate the whole situation?" He said that in a Sotho accent.
I laughed because of the way he switched accents.
"Ms Moloyi." He said dead serious and I stopped laughing.
"No, I have no reason to do so."
"Then, please do not waste my time. I do not believe in such things. And if you don't have anything important to speak to me about, I would like to take my leave."
"Thekgo…"
He walked towards his car and I stood there like a cat that was poured with water. My anxiety started kicking in.
"Thekgo! I… I.."
"Whaaaaat?" He asked angrily.
"My phone?" I said in a squeaky voice.

He came towards me. He looked angry and annoyed. I extended my arm to reach for the phone and he grabbed my wrist.

"It looks beautiful on you," he smiled.

Oh yeah! I'm wearing the bracelet he gave me.

"I'm sorry for lashing at you earlier."
I nodded at his statement.
"I know you must be worried about me but I believe in God - I am a Christian. None of those things will prosper against me," he said and I nodded. He held my cheek and continued, "I hate worrying you. I don't want you to. Although it makes me happy that you are concerned about me. I will be alright, I promise."
"Okay, promise me you will be alright? Or at least pray over your car? Or something?"
"I will. Where are you going from here?"
"I want to buy a kota just outside the street."
"I will treat you to one. And anything else you want."
"Really? That's wonderful."

He bought me the most expensive kota available and ice cream. We had light conversations there and there and I got to know that he not only owns a successful tech company but also a farm. I also learnt that he loves a simple, quiet and comfortable life, fishing on weekends with his brother, loves going to nature reserves and enjoys reading. Hmm… okay. I hate reading, yes I am an advocate but I hate reading. I only read what's necessary for my cases. Otherwise, I enjoy binging on series and playing music on full blast in my apartment whenever I am free. I love Baccardi genre, Bolo house and also "Tsa manyalo". I do listen to hip hop occasionally but I just love songs that don't have too many lyrics to memorize. Just dance and chill on my balcony with cans of Strongbow or ciders since I can't handle bitter ones. I never really drink alcohol outside my apartment or home and surprisingly, I don't get drunk easily. Sometimes, my friends and a few neighbors come and chill with me and we even do an unplanned braai on the balcony and just enjoy each other's company. Well, he is a Christian and loves singing in church while I am traditional and believe in ancestors. I never really told him that since this is not the time for me to talk about this because this kota is sooo good that I want to cry. There's something about this Russian, polony, burger and garlic that makes the whole Kota tasty. There's also fish but I decided to eat it after I ate everything because it is the star of this dish. And the bread is fresh so I rate it a 11/10. Thekgo doesn't eat pork so he settled for fish n chips and two buns.

After we ate, we walked back to the parking lot.

"I really need to slow down on fats, I need to lose some of this weight if I need a hot boyfriend," I said.
"You must eat and not restrict yourself to impress others; besides, African men love fats around them edges," he replied.
"Haibow!" I laughed.
"It's getting late. This was fun. Thank you, Risper."
"No, thank you," I reached out for a hug and we hugged for a while then broke it, "well I must get going."
He nodded, "alright. I will see you tomorrow. Have a wonderful afternoon."
"Same to you."

I pressed my car keys, he opened the door of my car and I got in. I started driving and he watched my drive and I think it's until I disappeared in his sight. That was fun.

The next morning, I found out he was involved in a fatal car accident.

27/08/2023

The stalker: Part 1

"We are all gathered here to celebrate black woman excellence. Advocate Moloyi served our firm for over 5 years and now, she is our law firm's partner! The first black partner of our elite firm."

I could hear the applause from the audience. I awkwardly bowed because the speech just didn't sit right with me but I don't know why - maybe I am overthinking it. I remember Mr Van K**k slept with Advocate Nduna and promised her my newly found position. She even bragged about it to her friends and I can spot her rolling her eyes by the audience. Not that I cared - I worked hard for this position and I deserve more. From sleepless nights in the University of Johannesburg, having to compete with arrogant colleagues from "top universities", all those anxiety attacks I experienced before writing tests and having to write down all those motivational letters to bursaries about my background and submitting my parents payslips which somehow messed with me mentally. I know bursaries meant well and they want to see proof that you are indeed poor but I would wish that they had some sort of technology that would check my background without having to go through the humiliating process of acquiring documents to prove that I was poor. Was poor. The word "was" made me smile. The Amapiano song "Modjadji" started playing as I went back to the dancing audience. Of course, I headed straight to the wine table because why not? I live a soft life baby.

After I joined the audience, a man around 23 years old came towards me. He was tall, dark, broad and had a neat Mandela cut. His body fitted into his suit perfectly and the whole look just gave him that instant alpha aura. He recently graduated and is one of the candidate attorneys of this firm. I took the red wine from the table and sipped as he approached me.

"Ms Moloyi."
"Yes?"
"Congratulations on your achievement!" He said in a Sotho accent as his sentence has a lot of 'r' sounds. Actually, he speaks like that almost everytime.
"Thank you so much."
He smiled, "Oh!" He reached out to his pocket to take out an item in a small box, "I got this for you! I hope you like it."

I opened the box to discover that it's a silver bracelet with purple crystals? I don't know these things, I am not an expert in beauty.

"It's beautiful! I don't know if I can accept this."
"It's alright. A woman your caliber deserves the finest! And I asked an expert "
"You really didn't have to but thank you."
"I…" he put his hand behind his head, "I'm glad you like it."

I gulped the rest of the wine, "well, I have to go over there."
"Let me get that glass for you," I gave him my glass
"Take care!"

I rushed to my friend's side who were whispering and giggling like witches. Those gossip moghuls! That conversation was awkwaaarrrrd!

"I see that the newbie has some hots for you! When are you two hooking up?" Asked Lerato.
"Knock it off! He's a kid and a rookie." I said.
"So? The kid owns a successful tech business which specializes in virtual communication, he is matured and smart like how many men your age achieved that and are humble and respectful plus now how to treat a woman? He can be the head of my house anytime," Layla said the last sentence in a dreamy voice.
"Layla, you are in your 40s! Your thoughts are pedophilic," I said.
"Tell her Risper! He needs girls in their twenties, like you," Lerato laughed together with Layla and I hit her left shoulder - not too hard and not too soft either.
"Love doesn't go by age. Look at me! Ben tens make me gloooooowwwwww!" Layla sang the last word in her broken Soprano voice.
"Knock it off you two!" I laughed, "look, I see him as a colleague, nothing more, nothing less."
"Nothing more, nothing less. Yeah right! If only you see the way he looks at you right now," Lerato tried to mimic my voice.

I turned towards his direction and he's just looking at his phone while chatting with his friends.

I looked back at them, "you are just over analyzing things, Lerato."
"Girl, we are worried. Ever since we've known you for 5 years, you never had some sneaky link or boyfriend or a crush. You never even had s*x! Iyooh mma weeehhh!!!!" Lerato faked her tears. Over dramatic this one.
"Come on guys. It's not that bad being single. I mean I will date or have s*x when I am ready," I smiled.
"We know. But also don't discard him just because he is young," Layla said.
"It's just my preference, nothing more and besides, all these assets I possess need mature man to handle. They are not pap n vleis."

The girls laughed. The DJ played Tonight by Nonso Amandi - my favorite!

"Look guys, let's all have fun, turn up and dance the night away!! This is my jam!"

I started swaying my hips. Layla grinded on Lerato. Layla is bis*xual and Lerato is a le***an and they used to date. Layla was out of her abusive marriage four years ago but she secretly dated Lerato a year before her divorce. She suffered from internalized homophobia and that led to them breaking up after two years of dating. I am actually suspecting that those two do have moments behind our back and they will have one tonight given the chemistry between them now.

"Girl, I am going to the toilet, be right back!" Layla said.
"Be sure to fix your lips and stop using gloss and use matte," I said.

Trust me, I had no idea what I just meant but the wine is speaking on my behalf. Lerato followed Layla shortly after. I ended up Ubering back to my apartment.

The place was dark but there was a faint light coming from Thoriso's room - my younger brother who is 21 years old. How many times must I tell him to switch off the PC before he sleeps? I slowly opened the door to his room only to hear vocaloid moans coming from his headsets. He is ma********ng on the - eeewww!!!! I closed the door slowly. He was busy saying "yes! Mikasa!" Is Mikasa his gf or something? Hearing my younger brother moaning with those vocaloids moans I am just… I'm sure he is playing one of those s*x simulation games now - I overheard him talk about them to his friend on one of his calls and… Arggghhhh sies marn! I never imagined that I would hear my own brother moan or even witness. I'm traumatized for life. I went straight to my room and slept. I'm sure he didn't even notice that I was there. It's best that he didn't because I'm sure he would be embarrassed. I know I will take this secret to the grave.

I woke up in the wee hours of morning to feel something heavy around my torso.

"You are heavy…" My voice was still sleepy.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh…." A voice said.
"Remove your arm you…" I started feeling dizzy and my eyelids started feeling heavy and before I blacked out, I heard a voice say "shhhhhhh…"

27/08/2023

Continued

For the past few months, I lived like a normal girl. Sure, I suffered from depression, mostly spent time in bed but MamTshidi and PapaGaddaffi did not pressure me or anything. After knowing the truth about Madam Jessica being my biological mom and how she faked my own death when I was a child so she can train me to take over her legacy when she dies, it's surreal. I can't even bring myself to call her "mother" because of the way she treated me from the time she drugged me to sleep with Carlos, all these near death experiences in my missions and all. Apparently, Madam Jessica was a student president in high school and was the most respected. Dad was a typical nerd during his youth and they dated.

After they discovered that they were pregnant, she initially wanted to abort me. I do not really hate her for that and neither is my dad as she was young, in high school and had a bright future ahead of her. But she decided to keep me and hid the pregnancy from her family. After she gave birth to me, she knocked the door and left me at my dad's family doorstep with a note:

"Take care of her, Gadi. I'm sorry, I failed as a mother and a girlfriend."

My dad's family knew about her pregnancy but she refused to allow them to meet her family. So dad decided to look for her home address in the school's records, only to find out that her family moved just two hours before he got there. Heartbroken and in despair, he decided to walk back to his home and broke down. His family did not believe that I was his child so they ran tests only to find out it was true.

Two years later, he met MamTshidi at the University of Witwatersrand and they got married after dad's graduation - MamTshidi did medicine and dad did accounting sciences at the time but was involved in student politics hence he graduated first. Three years after they got married, I was "involved" in a fatal car accident and "my body" was beyond recognition. MamTshidi was once admitted to the psychiatric ward because of how my "death" impacted her. They grew distant and dad focused more on politics. The more dad gained power in politics, the more he encountered attacks from our Assassination groups. He decided to do a background on them only to discover that his ex is the leader of the group and the time they met during highschool, she was on a mission with her family which was not her actual family but a group of spies where they poisoned their principal who had intel on the corrupt school board. The time they moved out was when the poison started taking effect and he eventually died.

And now, you may be wondering what those bombs are doing around my body. Damn! All I wanted was to live like a normal girl, find a normal partner and just go through normal people's problems. It's true when they say that your past may haunt you.

Me: Now what, Carlos? Can't you move on or something? The whole programme has been disbanded and you are lucky that you managed to escape.

Carlos: (manically laughs) Is it wrong to come and see my girlfriend?

Me: With bombs tied around me? Is that really what a sane person would do to his "giiiirrrrrlfriend"?

Carlos: You are one to talk. Acting as if our moments together are erased from our minds. You even gained some thighs and b***s.

Me: Look Carlos, I'm trying to integrate back into the society so that I can live like a normal person. I'm done with my whole assassin past and it includes you, Carlos. I don't want to fight, all I ever wanted was to live peacefully without all these crazy missions, so if you would be kind enough and remove these bombs around my body. It would not hurt to talk like civilized people.

Carlos: Look who decided to go all "Queen Bridgeton" all of the sudden. You think you have the upper hand here? Reality check - you are an assassin at heart. I am your virgin breaker, your soulmate. You may be ready to give up on our love, but I am not. Even if it means I have to force you.

Me: (sighs) You do not love me, you are just obsessed with me at this point - true love knows when to let go even if it hurts. Yes, we were the typical killer couple but that's all in the past. The s*x, was great. And thank you for being my first s*xual experience, being patient with me and teaching me as much as you can about s*x. But right now, I am starting a new chapter and..

Carlos presses the button in his hand and the bombs start with the countdown.

Carlos: If I can't have you, no one else will!!! I am your only one! The only love you ever had! There is no one coming after me!

Me: (smiles) Look at your chest.

Carlos looks at his chest to see three small red light aimed at his heart. The other one was aimed at his forehead. He looked at me with disbelief and raised his hands in surrender.

Me: Now come on, I don't have the whole day.

A bodyguard came out of the bushes.

Him: What should we do with him?

Me: Leave him.

And that was the worst mistake I've ever done.

27/08/2023

Hi guys! I'm sorry I was gone for a long time. I got lots of requests to come back so I am back. I hope you enjoy the story and also, I am posting a new story besides Lihle the Assassin it's called "the stalker." Hopefully you enjoy.

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