Ingxoxo-mpikiswano endibe nayo kutshanje nabantu abambalwa abangakholelwayo kubukho bukaThixo iphefumle eli bali… IBlue Butterfly ifuzisela ubukho bukaThixo.
HE wayehleli emaphethelweni echibi lesetyhula embindini wepaki, umthombo ophuma kude kumbindi wawo. Izandla zakhe ezityiweyo zaphakanyiswa phambi kwamehlo akhe. UPeter wajonga ngokuqhekeka okuncinci ngokungathi wayejonge ebusweni bothando lwakhe lokuqala. Ngaphakathi wayephethe ubuncwane: a ibhabhathane eliluhlaza.
"Unantoni apho?" wakhwaza omnye umfana. Nangona wayekwiminyaka efanayo, uJared wayebonakala emdala kakhulu. Amehlo akhe athwele inkangeleko exhalabileyo, engazinzanga oqhele ukuyibona kubantu abadala kuphela. Kodwa amazwi akhe abonakala echubekile ngokwaneleyo, ekuqaleni.
“Ibhabhathane eliluhlaza,” waphendula uPeter.
“Hayi awufuni!” UJared waphinda wadubula, ubuso bakhe bujija. “Mandibone ke.”
“Andikwazi ngokwenene,” waphendula watsho uPetros.
“Ewe, kunjalo. Awunanto kodwa umoya obhityileyo ezandleni zakho,” uJared wagculela. “Akukho mabhabhathane aluhlaza apha.” UPetros wajonga phezulu okwesihlandlo sokuqala enomdla wokwazi novelwano emehlweni akhe. “Kulungile,” waphendula—ngokungathi uthi “nantoni na.”
“Ayikho into enjalo!” UJared waphinda ngokungqongqo. Kodwa uPetros wajonga phezulu, wancuma waza wasabela ngobubele. “Ke, ndicinga ukuba uyaphazama.”
UYerede wolula isandla sakhe, waxhuzula iingalo zikaPetros, waza wancamathisela iliso lakhe kwikroba elincinane lezandla zikaPetros. Elungisa ubuso bakhe izihlandlo eziliqela, eqhwanyaza ngokukhawuleza, wema ngeenyawo wathi cwaka, ubuso bakhe bufuna amagama. “Asilobhabhathane elo.
"Emva koko yintoni?" UPeter wabuza ezolile.
"Ukucinga ukuzele yiminqweno." UJared waphosa iliso epakini, ezama ukwenza ngathi akanamdla. “Nokuba yintoni na, ayilobhabhathane. Ukuzama kakuhle."
UPeter wanikina intloko. Wathi xa ephosa iliso ngaphaya kwedama, wabona uMarian ehleli ecaleni. “Naye wayibamba enye,” watsho, enqwala ngentloko kwicala lakhe. UJared wahleka kakhulu, etsalela ingqalelo kuye kubantu abaninzi ababebukele. “Ndikule paki ihlobo lonke, kwaye andibonanga bhabhathane elinye eliluhlaza kuphela, kodwa… andiboni nenethi. Ubabambe njani wena kunye naye, Peter? Ungandixeleli... ubacelile ukuba beze kuwe?”
UJared akazange amnike ixesha lokuphendula. Watsibela kungqameko lwedama waza wazulazula ngakulo ukuya ngaseMarian ephethe i-swagger ebonisa ukungakhuseleki ngakumbi kunokuzithemba. “Masibone ibhabhathane lakho,” labuza ngelitshoyo.
UMarian wajonga phezulu, ekroba kukukhanya kwelanga kubumba umfanekiso omnyama kaJared. “Nantsi,” watsho, ephakamisa iphepha awayefake imibala kulo.
“Hayi!” wahleka uYarede. Uthe ke uPetros babambisa Nye. Ndicinga ukuba akawazi umahluko phakathi kwento yokwenyani nomzobo.” UMarian wabonakala ebhidekile. “Hayi… bendinayo, kodwa… hayi ngoku. Le yayikhangeleka injani,” watsho, eqhubeka ebambelele ngakuye umzobo.
“Bubudenge obo. Ulindele ukuba ndiyikholelwe loo nto?” UJarede wayejonge ilitha elithobayo elijonge ukuxhokonxa. Okomzuzwana, uMarian weva umsindo unyuka ngaphakathi kuye. UJared akazange baye ukumkholelwa, kodwa kwakunganyanzelekanga nokuba abe… isibhanxa. Ephefumla ngokubonakalayo, wehlisela umfanekiso wakhe kwisiqwenga sekhadibhodi kwinqwanqwa, waza waqhubeka efaka umbala, ngokucothayo nangononophelo, eqinisekisa ukuba zonke iinkcukacha zilungile. Enentloni okomzuzwana kuba ethathe umhlaba ophakamileyo endaweni yakhe, uJarede wajikeleza, eqinisekisa ukunyathela ekoneni yomzobo wakhe njengoko wayebaleka.
UMarian waluma umlomo njengoko wayengqiyame, wosula ukungcola kwephepha, waza wajonga phantsi kwibhabhathane lakhe. Intsini encinci yawela ebusweni bakhe. Kwakungenamsebenzi ukuba uJarede wayecinga ntoni. Nangona ibhabhathane lalingasekho—okwangoku—yena ayenayo wayibona, wayiva, wayibamba ezandleni zakhe. Yayiyinyani kuye ngoku njengokuba yayinjalo ngoko. Ukuthi kwakungeyonto ibiya kuba kukungcatsha into eyinyani eqiniseke ngakumbi kunelizwe likaJarede elakhiwe ngocoselelo kunye neendonga zalo ezinde, ezicekethekileyo zephepha kunye neengcango zentsimbi.
“Akukho nto injengebhabhathane eliluhlaza kwezi ndawo, nokuba nithini na nina,” watsho uJared njengoko wayegqobhoza kwisamente ecaleni kukaPetros, embetha ngabom umzimba wakhe. Ngesi sihlandlo yayinguPetros owayesinekile. Ejonge kuYerede ngobulali obumangalisayo, wathi cwaka, “Abayi kuza kuwe ngaphandle kokuba uvule izandla zakho—” kodwa uYerede wamnqamla.
"Ndifuna ubungqina-ubungqina bokuba la mabhabhathane akhona, sidengendini."
UPetros akazange amhoye. “Ekuphela kwendlela yokubamba enye, Jared, akuyikuyilandela ngeminatha okanye izixhobo, kodwa ngokulula vula izandla zakho kwaye ulinde. Iza kufika… hayi ngendlela oyilindele ngayo, okanye naxa ufuna. Kodwa iya kuza. Sayibamba ngolo hlobo ke eyethu noMarian.”
Ubuso bukaYerede babonakalisa ukuzonya okunzulu, ngokungathi zonke iimvakalelo zakhe zazihlaselwe kwangoko. Engakhange athethe, waguqa ngamadolo ecaleni kwedama, wavula izandla, wahlala engashukumi. Kwadlula imizuzwana yenzolo engonwabanga. Emva koko uJarede wambombozela ngokuzolileyo phantsi komphefumlo wakhe ngelizwi elihlekisayo, “Ndilindile….” Wabutshintsha ubuso bakhe, ngokungathi woyiswe ziimvakalelo zokuzenzisa “kwingcinga nje” yokubamba “ibhabhathane eliluhlaza” elithandekayo.
“Owu, oh… ndiyayiva… iyeza,” wahlekisa uJared.
Ngelo xesha, wathi hlasi ngekona yeliso umfanekiselo wenye inkwenkwana ehleli kwincam yechibi kwelinye icala, izandla zayo nazo zolule. U-Jared wabuya umva warhoxa, kwaye wabeka intloko yakhe esandleni sakhe, wajonga ngokucaphuka.
Inkwenkwe encinci yayibonakala iphazamisekile, amehlo ayo evaliwe, imilebe ishukuma kancinane. Enikina intloko, uJared waphakama, wagoba ukuze abophe isihlangu sakhe, emva koko waya kumfana, owahlala engashukumi.
“Uza kuba lapho imini yonke,” watsho uJared, emjonga ngendlela elusizi. “Huh?” Yatsho inkwenkwe ivula iliso elinye ikrobile. Ethetha amazwi akhe, uJared waphinda wathi: “Uya-kuba-phaya.imini yonke.”
“Uh… ngoba?”
"Kuba-akukho-amabhabhathane aluhlaza."
Inkwenkwe yajonga ngasemva.
"Kuba-akukho-akukho-blue-butterflies,” waphinda uJared, ekhwaza ngeli xesha.
“Ndiyekile ukuhamba kwam,” yatsho inkwenkwe ngokuzolileyo.
"O nyhani?" Watsho uJarede, impoxo iphuma kwilizwi.
“Akukho mfuneko yokuba ndiyibambe ngalo lonke ixesha. Ndiyibonile. Wayibamba. Wayichukumisa. Kodwa kufuneka ndibone, ndibambe, kwaye ndichukumise nezinye izinto. Ingakumbi umama wam. Ebelusizi mva nje…” watsho, ilizwi lakhe lisimka.
"Nako sisiya." UMarian wayemi ecaleni kwabo, isandla sakhe esoluliweyo sibambe umfanekiso wakhe ngakule nkwenkwana. “Ndiyathemba ukuba umama wakho uyayithanda. Mxelele ukuba ibhabhathane lihle kwaye kufuneka alilinde."
Ngaloo nto, uJared wakhupha isikhalo esikrakra njengoko wayetsibela ezinyaweni zedama kuqala, enethemba lokutshiza umzobo kaMarian-kodwa wawuthintela kwangethuba. “Niphambene nonke!” wakhonkotha, enqumla echibini, watsibela ecaleni lalo, wabaleka ngebhayisekile yakhe.
UMarian nala makhwenkwe mabini bajongana ngokufutshane ngoncumo olwaziwayo, bohlukana bengathethanga.
Oko sikuvileyo, esikubonileyo ngamehlo ethu, esikubonileyo, sikuchukumise ngezandla zethu; obo bomi babonakaliswa kuthi, sabubona, siyabungqinela; oko sikubonileyo, sikuvileyo. sinishumayeza nokunishumayeza, ukuze nibe nobudlelane nathi. Siyanixela ke, ukuze uvuyo lwethu luzaliseke.
1 John 1: 1-4
... ufunyanwa ngabo bangamlingiyo;
kwaye uyazibonakalisa kwabo bangakholwa nguye.
Ubulumko bukaSolomon 1:2
Uyathandwa.
Ukuhamba noMark kwi The Ngoku iLizwi,
cofa kwibhena engezantsi ukuya rhuma.
I-imeyile yakho ayizokwabelwana naye nabani na.
