Minenhle didn’t like being married more than she liked the process of a divorce. She was only twenty-three and she was already about to be a divorcee.
Her ‘husband’, for about two more hours, was a man that her father had chosen for. Sihle was the son of a Zulu chief who owned a lot of real estate and buildings in Natal.
That was the only reason why they had married.
She didn’t care for the fact that she was a ‘princess’. She had done her duty but now she was sick of it all. In about exactly four hours, she would be on a plane to Greece. There she would paint to her hearts content and perhaps drink as well.
Her papers had been signed, the day that she had received them from her lawyer. She still had to hope that the court proceedings would go as planned because either way, she was getting on that plane away from Kwa-Zulu Natal International Airport, hopefully only to return at Christmas.
If she felt like it.
Minnie’s heels clanked against the wooden floors of the corridor that lead down to the small courtroom. She walked alone. Just how she expected her life to be. It was an easy enough concept, as much as she liked to not admit it.
She was built for freedom and love wasn’t built for freedom. They simply didn’t align. So she didn’t bother herself with that much.
Not since him.
Minnie entered the small courtroom. It was a wooden room. Wood covered the walls, the ceiling and the floors. There were a few rows of what could only be described as church pews. There in the front, she had seen something that was there in all most all tv shows, a wooden stand right next to where the judge ruled and presided over his court.
Currently there was no judge there but on the front row of pews sat three figures. First was Sihle with his shaved head and his impeccable business suit. He was a man of deep skin tone, not all that handsome but his face held all the basic features. His nose was large and flat, his lips large and thick. Beside him was a young woman, his pick of the week.
All she did was assist Minnie into making the divorce happen much quicker. And beside Sihle sat her father. Musa Ntuli was an opposing figure.
He had shaved his head, his greying beard trimmed and his black suit made to fit him. It was a sight to see her aging father outside of his office and the events he was forced to attend. He sat up straight, his potbelly contained in the suit.
He had the same dark eyes but nothing else to share with Minnie. He had wrinkles indicating his age where her mother lacked many.
Minnie sat down on the opposite side to them. She didn’t know what the proper protocol was for divorcing your husband, they had only taught her to be a good wife and she didn’t even excel at that. They were doing this because of that, she had managed to be a bad wife and she grown even worse as she was the one that asked for the divorce.
Sihle had been the one who agreed. But now her father was one to believe that all of this was her fault. She didn’t understand because he still kept all the trade deals, Sihle was still going to be his son. It’s just now legally speaking, she wasn’t his wife and she didn’t have to stay in the same house as him.
She held her head high, her face was stern and held almost no emotion. The court proceedings went as planned, not without a hitch but her father’s caught glances. When all was over she was the first one to leave and jump into her sleek BMW that she would either sell or giveaway.
Her luggage was all packed into the trunk and she was off. There was no fear left in her as she began to drive towards the airport and parked the car for the last time that year. She clambered out and she got on the plane. Her head high and her breath steady, her face composed.
She was done being somebody else’s princess, she was now her own princess. She didn’t need to anything else.
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