When I set out to start this blog I had the intention of sharing my travelling stories and pictures. And that hasn't changed 1 bit. However I do feel that travelling is more than physically going to a place and seeing it with ur own eyes, travelling can also be done mentally and emotionally. I am about to make a mental and physical journey that will probably change my life forever. Infact it sort of has already because it began on 01/01/2014 when I returned home from partying to find my mom in tears.
In a matter of hours a court case will begin at the Ramsgate High Court where 3 people will face charges of conspiring to murder (premeditated murder), murder and kidnapping. Sounds like a normal case that happens from time to time right? I usually follow cases as I find the court system intriguing. I followed the Oscar Pistorius case from day 1 til the last. I did so as well with the Judge Maqubela case. So 1 would think it wud be normal for me to follow this case as well. Well unfortunately in this case 1 of the accused is/was my stepmother and the victim my biological father. Let me take u into this journey with me from the beginning.
It had been a warm and good new years eve and had been looking forward to a new year. I had said that this would be my year. 2014 that is. I was not prepared for what I was about to go through. As I walked in at home I was called into my mother's room. I had never seen her face like that..I knew something was wrong. See in the early hours of the morning I had felt extremely cold. And not because of the weather. I remember telling my cousin that something is not right. Anyway.
The words "Bandile...U Zukile uswelekile" (your Father has passed away) pierced my heart in a manner that shook my whole world and everything in that moment stopped and nothing mattered. At all. I had lost my friend. Me and my dad were friends more than father and son. And he was no more.
Fast forward to me arriving to make preparations for his funeral. See I come from a very cultured family so I had to be a man and take responsibility. My father was murdered. In a way not even an animal deserves to die. It was the most horrific thing that has ever happened in that town and possibly province. I remember standing over his body just looking at him thinking it's him but it's not him. A part of me died with him. Life changed forever.
Anyhu I did what I had to and we buried him. Gave him a heroes send off with more than 2000 people in attendance. From ANC members to SADTU to friends and family. The support we received was beyond amazing and I truly thank everyone who was there for me and my family during that time. God bless you all.
Anyway I'm being forced now to go back to all of that. To deal with it again. Hopefully get closure when they get arrested. But whatever happens, whatever the justice system decides. I pray God gives me the strength to move on. The strength to stand and walk tall and know that he lived his life and is now gone to a better place. May God give us the strength to heal and be okay again coz deep down my heart is still shattered.
I am my father's son. And I love him so much. I'm fortunate that before his last hour I had spoken to him and told him that I love him. So I know he passed on happy. Travel this journey with me. Your prayers are highly appreciated. Bless you all.
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