The last spade of fertile brown soil was thrown on Junior’s tomb by Junior’s sweating friends at the gravesite. The funeral service was over. They had cried. The whole family had cried. Dr Bhoyi had regained his composure after losing it when the coffin was lowered. After the final prayer, Dr Bhoyi asked all the mourners to pass by his home to “wash their hands” as tradition dictates. Soon, after close family had left, Dr Bhoyi was left by himself at the grave. He mounted the wooden cross he had been carrying at the summit of the tomb. It was all too surreal for him. He hadn’t had time to fully process it. The life of a brother whom he had loved with all of his heart had ended in the blink of an eye. A week after his death, there was still no explanation why his brother was murdered in such a cruel manner. Questions mounted with no answers. “Ulale kahle mfo kababa”, and wiped a tear. He did the catholic sign of the cross. Went back to his car and drove home.
On the evening of that heavy Saturday saw a few family members remaining after many friends and neighbours had left the Mongezi home. Odd enough, despite laying him to rest just that day, it felt like Junior would appear in the house doing odd chores with his cousins like any member of his family.
Dr Bhoyi was feeling drained. He sat at the lounge with his old friend Zweli who was as busy as he was, and had been helping him prepare for the funeral.
“I called Constable Sishi again yesterday afternoon”, Zweli began, “but that guy seems fucking dom to me. Even when he speaks, it’s as if he is clueless about police work or about this case”
“Anyway”, he continued, “at the moment the case is with Detective Mthimkhulu. He is a veteran at detective the station. So, my hopes are up. Sozozithola lezinja. The red Mazda 6 that was seen at the crime scene is suspected to have been stolen as well. Apparently there is a certain Mr. Jammie Moodley from Woodcliff West who laid a charge of his red Mazda 6 as stolen from his property two days before the incident ya Junior. It matches exactly the one they saw at the scene. Only problem is nobody seem to have taken down the number plate.”
Dr Bhoyi listened quietly.
“At the moment, they have some leads. But they won’t divulge any further information to us until they have solid evidence.”
“So mfwethu”, he continued, “you must know that you are not alone in this matter. We share the pain along with you. Umfana wama-Danone, was also my young brother.”
“Thank you Zweli my brother”, responded Dr Bhoyi.
“To be honest with you, my family has needlessly drowned in a pool of tears. I am fucking angry. My mind is swinging like a pendulum from one emotion to another. At one moment I have this inner rage that I want to take out on any thug la elokshin. ODuvo, oSbonkiri, oVosho – all these fucking dogs! They’ve been stealing here at Vukuzenzele for a long time bro. And, we all know them. If I take just one out, I would have saved the community a big headache. At the same breadth, I’m worth a lot to my family right now. If mom lost me to prison, I think her old heart could not be able to take it. If I saw mom from a prison cell, I wouldn’t be able to cope. I’m effectively caught between a rock and a hard place.”
“Yazi ini”, he continued, “Perhaps we should also look for a P.I. I just want someone to do an earnest investigation. Someone to give us answers about who were those three guys in that red Mazda. Yazi Zweli bro, I think I’m beginning to lose my mind now. I have tail followed every red Mazda I have seen this week. I have even followed harmless white grannies.”
“Don’t worry bro”, Zweli interjected, “I understand completely. It will take a little while to get used to the new situation we find ourselves in. But we can’t make rush decisions. Let’s reconvene in a few days’ time to come up with a solid plan. Zonke Mtolo is our strong witness that we can rely on. If we talk to her a little bit more, we’ll probably find out other information or potential witnesses.”
“Tell me ..uRalph Mhlongo, is he still a cop at the police station? Perhaps he can help us”, asked Dr Bhoyi in a desperate attempt for some answers.
The soft but animated talks between the two went on until the dead of the night. Zweli was the absolute last one of the friends to go, leaving mama Mongezi, Dr Bhoyi, cousins Fikelephi and Khosi at the Mongezi home.
Weeks went by without any positive news from SAPS. Dr Bhoyi had gone back to work at his surgery after a three weeks sabbatical. He found that immersing himself in work insulated him from the thoughts and pain of Juniors passing away. Even though he was a warm and friendly doctor, some of his regular patients could tell that he was not himself. His girlfriend and secretary, Sbahle, who was familiar with what had happened, couldn’t cheer him up even with a few midday blowjobs. He was just never in the mood after the incident.
While busy with a patient on an arbitrary Wednesday, Sbahle came through in haste,
“There is an urgent phone call on my line. It’s Detective Mthimkhulu from SAPS. He urgently wants to speak to you”
Dr Bhoyi dropped everything.
“Hello. This is Dr Bhoyi”
“Hello Dr Bhoyi. This is Detective Mthimkhulu from Vukuzenzele SAPS. We have in our custody the main suspect in the case involving a deceased Mr Junior Mongezi. He will appear at Shellington magistrate court on Friday.”
“Great. God is Great. Thank you. Thank you so much. I‘ll be there.”