#788 The time seemed to drag, I couldnt wait for the funeral service to begin. I hadnt prepared anything, if they wanted me to speak about Sean.. I was gonna do just exactly that, without having to think about it. Ndithethe lena isenqondwen. I heard the triplets cry so I went out the room. Mrs Le Roux was talking to them, kucacile bebedikwa ngulomlungu. Me:maam. Her:hey pumpkin! You ready? I nodded, bending down to my kids. I kissed them, wiping their tears. Her:well go to church now, thats where service will be held. Me:yes maam. I pushed the pram, saphuma. The chauffuer helped me buckle the kids up then he drove to church. We went in and I was ushered to a seat in the front row together with the triplets. Mrs Le Roux:you okay dear? Me:yes ma, Im fine. She faked a smil, I must say, she was a very strong woman. If I would lose my son, I wouldnt smile at all. Luyolo, Thabang and Quinton arrived when the service just had started. Luyolo had a seat reserved for him in the same row as mine. He came to me, wearing all black. He took off his shades and bent down to kiss my forehead. Him:Sweetcakes, usharp? Me:ewe Dimples, enkosi. Him:umhle yeva? Me:thanks. You on point aswell. He smiled to the side, his dimples peircing his cheeks. Me:wheres Junior and Cassie? Him:Akhona offered to babysit. Me:0kay, sit down ke. Him:ndiphuze kqala. Me:Yolo. He stole a kiss then went to sit down. The casket was infront of us with beautiful flowers ontop and Seans picture. There were a million good things that I remembered about him, he gave me kids and even though he hurt me at the end, I was still greatful for the precious gift, which was the triplets. A few relatives and friends spoke, which among them was Thabang. Thabang:heavenly father, son of the holy spirit. Amen. I greet you all in the name of Jesus. The congregation chanted Amen Thabang:my name is Thabang, Thabang Smith. My friends call me T and among those friends was Sean. Well I aint gonn lie and say the nigga was angel because he wasnt. Yes he wasnt the devil himself but he deserves a place somewhere in hell. The was an outburst of arguement between the people. Thabang:Im kidding man, sit yallz asses down and let me continue. There was silence. Thabang:Sean was Just Sean. Really, there was nothing extra ordinary about the guy. He played many roles, played them well and I guess the Almighty God just missed him now. To the Le Roux family, I would like to just say this in one of the African Languages, alwehlanga lungehlanga. If you dont know what it means, please google it. Rest in peace boy. He went to sit down. Mrs Le Roux got up from her seat and rushed out in tears. She was followed by a family member to comfort her. Mr Le Roux gave me a glance to say I should go up and speak but I just shook my head. Not that I wasnt strong enough but I didnt really have anything good to say. Anything good hes ever done was erased by the bad. The service continued just fine until it ended. We were give time for viewing, it wasnt my plan to let my kids see their late dad but Mr Le Roux insisted. They went forward and were given a chance to look. Lwethu screamed dada!! which brought so much tears to my eyes. I remained seated and held my head back just to stop the tears from streaming down my face. I looked at Luyolo and he got up, wandibamba isandla. Him:its okay to cry Zulu lam. He whispered in my ear and with that said I let the tears run. Ndajonga uSean, his face looking extra pale and so lifeless. I held onto my fiancè then sajika, sahlala. The casket was closed, a short prayer then we went out to the cemetry. Normal procedures took place and as the casket was lowered, I found it in my heart to accept everything. Everything that had happened, is happening and was still to happen...
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 11:34:50 +0000