A Love Nest in Limpopo (21)

When Magwaza is on the job you do not call him until he calls you yet HE WAS NOT CALLING. Madifako knew something was terribly wrong when she found herself getting into bed at midnight with no word from Magwaza. Sleep was nowhere to be found as Madifako tossed and turned from midnight till 03:27 when Trevor called, her heart literally walked out of her body and she knew that the plan had gone South.  

“Hello”

“Baby, what’s going on at my place? Are you ok? Where are you?” Trevor was panicking and Madifako did not know what to say to him as she has immediately broken into a sweat and jumping out of bed while getting into a pair of jeans, sneakers, T-shirt and a hoodie.

“What is it Trevor? I am at my place…What’s wrong?”

“Baby, please go to my house and tell me what’s happening there because I just got a call from Colonel Ngoepe and he says I need to get to Ladanna NOW and I will not be able to get there immediately as I am only leaving Giyani at this moment. Please love, go and I will find you there within the next hour and half.” Trevor hung up without giving Madifako a chance to agree or disagree with his plan.

Madifako’s head was spinning and she wanted to throw up and calm her nerves before she heads out to Trevor’s place. She desperately wanted to take a gulp of something strong but remembered that she might have to deal with South African Police Services. For the first time in a long time, Madifako knelt down and PRAYED.

After half an hour of pacing, she gathered strength to get into her car and drive to what smells like a crime scene. As she got in her car she called Motlatjo hoping that she would answer her phone this time. Fortunately, Motlatjo answered her phone.

“Madifako, what’s up at such an ungodly hour?”

“Yohhh, Motlatjo thank you for taking my call I need you, can you meet me at Trevor’s place right now please?”

“What’s happening Madifako?”

“I will talk to you when I see you.”

“Ok, I am coming.” Madifako felt a bit of relief that she will not be dealing with this situation alone.”

As she made a turn into Bulawayo Street, Madifako couldn’t hide her panic because she was met by red and blue lights from police vans and ambulances. She switched her headlights off and parked her car several houses from Trevor’s place. She got out of her car and discreetly joined the onlookers and tried to gather what was going on.

Trevor’s yard was cordoned off by the SAPS yellow tape and there was a body covered with a white sheet in the middle of the street right in front of Trevor’s gate with cops taking pictures of possible evidence around the body she guessed. Madifako, asked a random guy next to her as to what was happening and the man said, “Eh suster, re no kwa sethunya and then ge re tšwela kantle re kreile die man a bodile. Gwa bitšwa maphodisa le ambulance, mara wa tseba maphodisa ba tla fihla ka nako ya bona…ke neng re eme?” (Eh sister, we just heard a gunshot and then when we got outside we found this man dead. Cops and the ambulance were called, but you know the police will arrive at their own time…How long have we been waiting?”)