The Prodigal Son: A Retelling (Part 1.4)

The final section to part one of this retelling.

I will have Part Two by next week, so keep your eyes peeled and imaginations ready. I’ll release it in halves, not quarters, and though the reads may be long, they’ll be worth it (eventually 😂😂😂😝😝😝).

This is the shortest of all parts🙌🙌, so enjoy, and be blessed.

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The news of Tevu’s bold request spread through the ranch like wildfire.

Halua, the personal chef, who had a first-hand account of what had happened, immediately went out to break the news to Kothi, the Malitele’s chauffer. Kothi then handed down the story to Chig, the shepherd boy, as he was headed to his shack for lunch. As soon as he was done eating, Chig left for the fields and gave his side of the story to Luwi, the pig herd. And everyone knew that once Luwi was given a story, he would give as many variations as the number of people who had asked him. By the time it was four in the afternoon, there were at least twelve different accounts of how Tevu received his inheritance, ranging from Tevu threatening his father at gunpoint to Adili contributing a part of his share to Tevu and planning to leave on a mission to Angola. Therefore, once it was made aware that Tevu was about to leave the Malitele Ranch, all life came to a standstill at the acreage. All the workers, from the animal herders to the English butlers, stopped to see how this tragedy would end.

At six minutes to five, Tevu stepped out of the house, an enormous Samsonite suitcase behind him. The cheque was stuffed into his back pocket, and a large corner was peeking from it. There were whispers that arose, speculating how much money Malitele had given to his son. Tevu looked around through his sporty Ray Ban sunglasses, which doubled up as a mask to cover his bloodshot eyes. Slowly, he descended the granite steps leading the driveway. He could feel all eyes on him, but he couldn’t care anymore. He looked up to the first floor balcony of his father’s study. Malitele was looking down at him, definitely weighed down by the gravity of the situation. Adili was standing next to him, his signature smirk etched on his face.

Tevu looked away, and lugged his suitcase to his car. He pressed a button, and the boot popped open. He threw the suitcase inside, slammed the door shut and walked to the driver’s side. He opened the door, and bent over to get in. before he did, he stole one last glance at his father. The voice spoke up again, Tevu, don’t do this. Somehow, he realised, the voice sounded uncannily like Adili’s. The thought of the similarity made him shut off the voice completely, and any of the words it was ready to say were drowned out in the white noise of his anger. He got into the car, slammed the door shut, and took off his Ray Bans. He threw them into the glove compartment and turned the key in the ignition. He turned on the stereo, smiling as he listened to the gangster hip-hop pumping from the speakers. Lowering the handbrake, he floored the accelerator, and sped off into the fiery haze of the setting sun.

Adili and Malitele watched the BMW race into the distance. Adili chuckled, contempt thick in every sound of it. “Good riddance, don’t you agree, Father?” he asked, looking at Malitele. The old man did not reply, but kept his gaze fixed on the vehicle until it was out of sight. “You must be feeling really good about yourself now, aren’t you, Adili?” he countered, not looking at his son. Adili opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as he drew a breath. “You’ve always wanted him gone, and now he is.” Malitele was now facing him, and in that moment, Adili felt his heart breaking as he looked into his father’s eyes. He was crying, the rivulets flowing freely. The last time he saw this was at his mother’s funeral.

“Father, please…” he began, but he could not stop. Malitele only looked away. “Please give me some time to myself, Adili,” he quietly asked. He walked into his study, and Adili followed him. Malitele made a beeline for the door, and held it open. The act in itself was enough said. Adili walked out of the study, and his father shut the door. Adili heard the lock click, and he stood outside the study, his resolve slowly cracking. It smashed into a billion tiny pieces when he heard the muffled sobs of his father coming through the thick oak door.

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