SOMETHING IN THE WATER
SOMETHING IN THE WATER
BY MATSHIDISO P TALENG
Every evening when Mathapelo came home from playing with her friends her dress would always be muddy, her mother would always ask her where she’s been playing. ‘’By the river Mom’’ she’d reply. Mathapelo was only 7 years old and her mother didn’t like the idea Of her playing by the river, but because she was going there with other older kids, she let her Be. Mathapelo was a shy young girl and had an imaginary friend that went with her everywhere. At night when the family would sit in the lounge and watch television, Mathapelo would be in her room playing with ‘’Pinky’’ the imaginary friend
Her older brother Kamo who was 12years old, would always come in Mathapelo’s room and tease her by throwing away the tea set she had prepared for her and Pinky, telling her that she should stop her nonsense because Pinky didn’t exist. Mathapelo would go crying to their mother and asked her to tell Kamo to stop. But now, Nthabiseng (The mother) was still worried about this imaginary friend.
The next day, Mathapelo went to play by the river again, only this time she went Alone. She was playing and singing to ‘’pinky’’ as she was busy singing, she heard a voice Singing along with her, she stopped singing to listen carefully,
the voice stopped singing. She Looked around and there was no one, the river
was a bit far from the neighbourhood and
There was a very long
grass therefore no one would be able to see her when they were passing
By, the grass was long and
scary, so you’d wonder what it was like during the night, more So; why would a
seven year old find this place nice for them to play at? Mathapelo
realised that she was alone, so she continued to sing, she heard the voice
singing with her again, She stopped, then sang again, this time she wanted to
sing so that she hears where the voice Was coming from, she heard the
voice, she slowly got up from the rock she was sitting on,
And followed the melodious
voice, the voice became louder as she came got closer, the voice
Came from the river,
Mathapelo was not even aware that she was now going into the river
Because of this voice. And then she suddenly heard her mother calling her name.
she got
Frightened a little
because now she was zoned up to this beautiful melodise voice that was
Singing along with her, she even got scared as she saw herself in the river.
She stood there Looking scared wondering how she got in there. Mathapelo
quickly got out of the water and
Ran home. ‘’Where have you
been, don’t you realise it’s late?’’ Nthabiseng asked ‘’I’m sorry mommy, I was
by the river’’ she said
‘’But I went to your
friend’s house and he says he hasn’t seen you today’’ said Nthabiseng ‘’I went
alone mommy, actually I went with Pinky’’ She said
‘’Don’t you ever go there
alone ever again, you hear me’’ Nthabiseng shouted ‘’I’m sorry mommy’’ she
sobbed
That night, Nthabiseng
went to bed angry and scared for her daughter, wondering what if Something had
happened to her.
The next day, it was
Nthabiseng’s off day and she decided to go see Gogo Noma across the Road
to find out about that river.
She found Gogo Noma
sitting alone in the sun, sowing a jersey for her grandson. ‘’Good Morning Gogo,
how are you today?’’ Nthabiseng greeted her while finding a nice Comfortable
space on the lawn next to her to sit on.
‘’Hello my child, what a
nice surprise to see you here, is everything okay? How are the Kids?’’
Gogo Noma asked her
‘’The kids are fine Gogo
but I’m very worried about Mathapelo, she’s doing strange things Lately
that I just don’t understand, that’s why I came here to see if maybe you can’t
help me In figuring out what the problem might be’’ She said
‘’Okay, talk to me, what
is she doing?’’Gogo asked
‘’Well Gogo, she likes
going to the river these days, at first she used to go with her friends
And now suddenly she’s going alone, she also has this imaginary friend and ever
since she Had this imaginary friend. Mathapelo has become rebellious. I’m
scared for my daughter Gogo because I heard that there’s something in
that water that just takes people and kill them,
So I’m at work every day,
her brother is always with his friends, the schools are not open yet,
So there’s no one to
actually watch her’’ said Nthabiseng
‘’So you want her to come
stay here for a while?’’ Gogo asked
‘’Yes Gogo, please and
make sure that she doesn’t go out the gate’’ pleaded Nthabiseng ‘’I don’t have
a problem at all my child, but if you must know, there’s nothing that can
harm Mathapelo in that water, Mathapelo has to undergo an initiation’’
Said Gogo Noma ‘’Initiation? What do you mean?’’ asked the confused Nthabiseng
‘’Yes, she has to become a
sangoma, in that river there’s what we call a ‘’Ndau Spirit’’ so That
spirit is the one spirit that keeps making the child to keep going there, she
goes there to Visit the ancestors; even that imaginary friend that you’re
talking about, it’s not imaginary, It’s an ancestor, Mthapelo sees the
ancestor vividly’’ said Gogo Noma
‘’But Gogo, we don’t
believe in those things and besides, Mathapelo is still way too young to
understand all of this’’ Said Nthabiseng
‘’She might be young, but
spiritually she’s not’’ said Gogo Noma
You could see by the way
Nthabiseng was looking at Gogo Noma that she didn’t want to hear
All of that because that
was the last thing on her mind and she didn’t want to admit that her
daughter had a calling.
Gogo Noma was a sangoma
so, a part of Nthabiseng wanted to believe what Gogo was telling Her, but she
was in denial because as she said; they don’t believe in ‘’those things’’
‘’Your Daughter has to go there whether you like it or not, she’s still going
to disappear for
Months and when that day
comes, you and your family shouldn’t cry. In fact even now as we speak,
she is not at home’’ Said Gogo Noma.
‘’No, she’s at home, I
left her with her brother’’ She said
‘’I wasn’t asking you’’
said Gogo Noma
Nthabiseng quickly went
back home to check if her daughter was there. ‘’Kamo where’s your sister?’’ she
asked
‘’I thought she was with
you’’ Said Kamo
‘’No I left her sleeping
in her room’’ she said
You could see the panic in
her eyes, not knowing what to do, she then ran back to Gogo Noma’s house
‘’She’s not there,
Mathapelo is not at home’’ she cried
‘’don’t cry, they won’t
bring her back’’ Said Gogo Noma
‘’So what do you suggest I
do?’’ she asked
‘’We wait, right now let’s
go to your house and wait for her to come back’’ Said Gogo Noma
They went back to
Nthabiseng’s house and waited, Nthabiseng was staring at the door all the
time hoping to see her daughter walking in.
At the river, Mathapelo
was sitting on this huge rock by the river, singing. This time, ‘’Pinky’’
taught her some few songs.
As she got to memories the
songs, she started singing this one particular song repeatedly It was a
traditional song that she fell in love with instantly, as she continued singing
this song She started hearing drums and as if there were other people singing
with her, she followed
The voices, not realising
that she was walking in to the river, Pinky was holding her by the hand
as she was walking into this river.
The voices became louder
and louder as she was going further in to this water, she saw something
glittering in the water, as she leaned down to try and pick this thing up from
the inside of river, something strange happened.
She saw herself in a room,
with a woman she doesn’t know and Pinky sitting next to this woman. The
room was slightly dark but they had a candle on.
‘’Welcome, my child, you
finally arrived’ ’Said the old woman
‘’Who are you?’’ Mathapelo
asked
‘’I’m your grate
grandmother Khalisabantwana’’ said the old woman
‘’Okay, but what are you
doing here with Pinky? pinky is my friend’’ Said Mathapelo
‘’This is Nolwandle, your
guardian, she has been protecting you all this time and making sure that
you come here to me so that I give you this gift’’ said the old woman
‘’A gift, what gift’’ she
asked
Khalisa gave her these
tiny beads that were transparent, and she put them around her arm wrists,
feet and neck.
‘’From now on, your name
is no longer Mathapelo, your name is Nolwandle, and you are going to heal
people, but first you’re going to go home and tell your mother that we are
going to take you again for some time, then she will have to save some
money and prepare a ceremony for your home coming’’ said the old woman
‘’But why are you going to
take me Gogo? For how long? Why are you giving me Pinky’s name? I want my
mommy’’ Mathapelo cried
‘’I’m giving you this name
because initially it is yours, we sent Pinky to you so that you get
comfortable with her till you agree to come to us then she can hand over the
name that we borrowed her’’ said Gogo Khalisabantwana
‘’I want to go home’’
Mathapelo cried
‘’Don’t cry my child, you
are going to be rich and have everything you ever wished for in life’’
she said
As she said that, the
drums started playing again and Mathapelo blacked out.
She woke up in her home,
Her mother, brother and Gogo Noma were there trying to wake her up.
‘’Thank God you woke up,
are you okay?’’ her mother asked
‘’Yes mommy, I am fine’’
said Mathapelo
‘’Baby girl, where have
you been?’’ she asked her
‘’The river mommy’’ she
said
‘’What did I say about
that river Mathapelo?’’ she asked angrily
‘’Nolwandle, my name is
Nolwandle now’’ said Mathapelo
Nathabiseng looked at Gogo
Noma
‘’Good evening Gogo
Nolwandle, how nice to finally meet you’’ said Gogo Noma while kneeling
down to her
‘’What’s going on? And why
do you have beats all over you?’’ the confused Nthabiseng asked
‘’This is what got me to
the river mommy, it’s what Gogo Khalisabantwana had for me, but she said
I should tell you that they’re still going to take me, and you must prepare a
ceremony for my homecoming when I come back’’ Said Mathapelo
‘’Gogo Noma, can you
please explain what this child is busy saying to me’’ said Nthabiseng ‘’Do you
know this Gogo Khalisabantwana?’’ Gogo Noma asked her
‘’No, I don’t’’ she
Nthabiseng
They asked Mathapelo to
describe this Gogo Khalisabantwana to them, Mathapelo described her
Nathabiseng, got up and
went to fetch a very old family photo album, and showed Mathapeo this
other picture in there.
‘’Did that Gogo look like
this one?’’ She asked her
‘’Yes mommy, that’s her,
that’s Gogo Khalisabantwana
‘’MY GOD! That’s her,
that’s my mother’s mother’’ Nthabiseng said shockingly ‘’Well, there you have
it then, this Gogo is not a stranger to you guys’’ said Gogo Noma ‘’Mom, what’s
happening?’’ Kamo asked
‘’Kamo, your sister has to
become a sangoma’’ said Nthabiseng
‘’But how? She’s still
young mom, don’t let her go there mom, please don’t’’ Kamo pleaded
‘’Spiritually, she’s not’’ Said Gogo Noma
‘’So what’s the next step
now Gogo?’’ Nthabiseng asked her
‘’Right now, since you’re
now calm about the situation and accepting it, we can now wait for them
to take Gogo Nolwandle and we stay behind to prepare for the ceremony’’ Said
Gogo Noma
‘’I doubt I’ll ever get
used to be calling her with that name, so what actually happened for you
to go to the river again after I had reprimanded you to?’’ she asked Mathapelo
‘’Pinky told me to, she
said Gogo is calling me’’ said Mathapelo
‘’I told you that there
was no imaginary friend here’’ said Gogo Noma
‘’I am defeated, you know
Gogo. This Gogo Khalisabantwana, was a sangoma too and I remember my mom
always liked to tell me about her and how great she was with people, I
can see that there is no turning back nor running away from this at all’’ Said
Nthabiseng
‘’It’s good that you’re
not refusing anymore about this, now everything from now on will run very
smoothly, you’ll see’’ said Gogo Noma
Days went by and Mathapelo
was still there, Nthabiseng had called more of their extended family and
explained the situation.
Others didn’t understand
but others were supportive of everything, so since they didn’t know the
exact date that Mathapelo was going to leave, they just decided to do a little
ceremony, just to ask from the ancestors to guide and protect her through
the journey.
Everything went well and
people in the village came in numbers, they lived in a very small
village, so things like this was not things you would just tell anyone.
It was something very
sacred, therefore it had to be kept a secret. So when people asked what
the ceremony was for, they’d just say they’re giving thanks to the ancestors.
That evening after the
ceremony was over, Mathapelo was crying about a terrible headache, her
mother gave her some medicine and took her to bed.
As the night went, the
weather started changing, there was a lot of wind, a very cold wind that
later created a heavy rain and thunderstorms, it was a mess.
Nathabiseng quickly closed
all the windows and the door, Kamo helped him. so because Kamo was scared
of lightning, he went to his mother’s bedroom for his mother’s comfort.
While Mathapelo was sleeping peacefully in her room and didn’t hear anything.
When it had finally
stopped raining, everybody came outside to see how bad the rain had
ruined other people’s shacks, Nthabiseng went to check if it didn’t ruin
anything in Mathapelo’s room, she found out that Mathapelo was not in the
room.
She went to check if she
wasn’t in Kamo’s room and she wasn’t. then right there and then she knew
that they had taken her.
She went straight to Gogo
Noma and told her
‘’That storm wasn’t just a
storm, it was the ancestors coming to fetch her, so now you know what to
do and what not to do right?’’ Asked Gogo Noma
‘’Yes Gogo I do, I don’t
tell anyone in the village until the day when she comes back’’ She said
‘’Yes, that’s exactly what
you do’’ Sid Gogo Noma
Months passed by so fast
and before they knew it, it was time for Mathapelo to come back home
This one night, Nthabiseng
had a dream, she dreamed of her grate grandmother giving her strict
instructions on how they should go about preparing for the ceremony.
In the morning she went to
Gogo Noma to tell her about these instructions
‘’Gogo, I had a dream, they
told me that my daughter’s coming home on Saturday’’ she said excitedly
‘’Saturday? That’s quick,
will you have money to buy a cow?’’ Gogo asked ‘’Yes, I do have the money Gogo,
I’ll take from my savings’’ She said ‘’That’s wonderful, so did they give you
any instructions?’’ Gogo asked
‘’Oh, yes, they told me
that on Saturday morning, before the sun comes up, I go to the river with
just a few sangomas, and then when we get there we start singing and beating
the drums’’ she said
‘’True, that’s what should
happen. Okay it’s safe to start inviting people to the ceremony now’’
said Gogo
Nthabiseng left Gogo’s
house excited and went door to door telling everyone to come to her house
on Saturday, there was a ceremony happening.
On the day of the
ceremony, the selected sangomas were already at Gogo Noma’s house since
Gogo Noma was also a sangoma and she’s the one that called them, so they all
slept at Gogo Noma’s house together with Nthabiseng.
At dawn, they all went to
the river and started singing and beating the drums just as they were
told.
In a few minutes of
singing and beating the drums, there was a sudden cold breeze, with a huge
mist, they almost didn’t even see each other, but they kept on singing
Just as the mist was gone
and now it was clear, they saw Mathapelo laying down on the other side of
the river
One other sangoma went to
fetch her, they came back and all went home, everybody was at the house
ready to welcome them
When they got home, there
was too much joy, people were singing and ululating. Mathapelo was now a
complete sangoma
She danced and sang all
her favourite songs that she was taught while she was in the water.
Her mother was the happiest woman on the planet that day, the cow was slaughtered, there was sorghum beer and lots of food, so people drank and had a wonderful feast. welcoming home their beloved Mathapelo, who was now to be called Gogo Nolwandle.
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