Hlomu the wife. A novel by Dudu Busani Dube

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It is romance with a man who is deeply rooted into the taxi industry. I mean he is controlling and abusive. Take out the wealth for a bit and you are left with normal black people doing what normal black people do.

Who does he live with? Even though aspects of Mqhele's personality and past make her uncomfortable, Hlomu is happy.

Hlomu the Wife (Book 1)

I have 2 sisters, both older than me and both very different from each other. While the oldest is firm, a perfectionist and loyal follower of all things involving history she could give you a blow-by-blow account of the Royal family in one breaththe arts and old school RnB music, the other is a free-spirited 18year-old at heart, who loves everything that involves a lot of people, a lot of eating, a lot of drinking, basically a lot of everything. But I love them to bits. Even a million dollars cash. This is a very bold statement considering the fact that my love and constant pursuit for money is always the first and the last thing on my mind every night Yep. My sisters are my life line; they make hlomu the wife laugh, cry and everything in between. I have always considered myself blessed for having a piece of their personalities within me. As much as I enjoy partying the night away with my free-spirited sibling, I enjoy sipping wine, discussing the mutual love of literature with my oldest sister. I would be lying if I said I hlomu the wife to it with eagerness. I have never been a reader of local content, which is embarrassing I know, but whatever, I said it. But I later decided, what the heck. I could use a distraction to kill some time while waiting for my latest Gideon Cross fix. But then this book did something. Within the first 5 pages, this book had me. It is written in the simplest of English kinda like my blogthere is absolutely no reason to ever have to whip out Mr Oxford to help you understand what is happening. I found myself wanting to find out more, occasionally rolling my eyes at the way the main character acted hlomu the wife some situations, but still, I wanted to find out more. In an instant, I was hooked. The story is narrated by the main character, a young 22 year old journalist named Mahlomu Dladla who was born and bred in the township of KwaMashu in Durban and has now been living in Johannesburg for 6 months, working at a media house in Auckland Park. Through the first couple of pages, the writer takes us through the journey of being a young professional trying to make it in the city of gold, something most of us can relate to. I wanted to read more about this young woman who, like I once did, was living in Berea Johannesburg, had to endure taxis in order to get to work, had to deal with the responsibility of having to make it on her own without her parents by her side, all while trying to keep her job. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. One day, while queuing for a taxi in Bree taxi rank, Johannesburg, she gets ambushed by a taxi driver who fancies her. He starts pursuing her, bordering on stalking if you ask me, and although she was not really into him the man is a taxi drivershe cannot help but keep thinking about him. It is romance with a man who is deeply rooted into the taxi industry. As she later finds out, he is not just a taxi driver but a taxi owner. You need to keep in mind though, the taxi industry in South Africa is not just about driving up and down, hoping the money paid in each taxi trip is complete. It is one of the most successful black-owned industries in our country, and ruled by the most hard-headed people in the country too, the Zulu nation. Being 1 of 8 boys, him and his brothers lost their parents to a fire instigated for their warlord father by a hlomu the wife of angry members of the community, tired of all the havoc he was causing within their village. That night, they had to run away from their family home, the oldest being 17, the youngest being only 8 months old. Mqhele is a closed book. Even though he loves her with all he is and has, and she is well aware of that mutual fact, she constantly has to try to get him to open up, to tell her about his shady dealings which he tries to protect her from so much, even to tell her when she hlomu the wife is in danger. They go through ups and downs, hectic ups and downs. But through it all, their love stays strong. Theirs is a toxic one, as though they live for each other, and in many instances, the way in which they fight surpasses the reason why they are fighting, making it all the more harder to get through it. Hlomu, being the senior wife since Mqhele was the first of his brothers to get married, also tends to his troublesome brothers, who, like Mqhele, are also taxi owners, are also dangerous and come with their own drama. The eldest brother, Nkosana, has 3 children, boys, to which Hlomu immediately had to assume the role of a mother tough, heh. Where is their mother, you ask. Spoilers are not my style. To say the least, I am in love with these books. Call me crazy but just hearing these names makes my heart melt. The Zulu brothers are just that, Zulu. In a span of 10 years, which is the total account of the book from the day Hlomu and Mqhele met, they moved from being typical taxi drivers who eat skop at the rank and answer to any threat with beatings and revenge, to eligible bachelors except for Mqhele of coursewho are hot and can undress any woman just by looking their way. They are mysterious, command respect whenever they walk into a room, and whisper money. I get all hlomu the wife just thinking about it. The story is captivating and riveting, served with a dose of humour, traditional elements that we have all at one point or another have had to be accustomed to or have someone we know go through, intrigue and eye-balling moments that put Titanic to shame. It comes with lessons too, the psyche of the 21 st century South African black woman, intelligent and raised to be independent, but in love with a man who wants to do everything and anything for her. All that, while also trying to raise a family of your own and 8 grown men. I will say it again; I am in love with the Hlomu series. The struggles and rewards of being in love with the South African black man. And not just any love, a toxic love. A love full of anger hlomu the wife the things you cannot change, a love that surpasses hurt and humiliation, a love that is both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Dudu Busani Dube is a writing goddess. She reignited my love for black love. I applaud her for making the untold stories of black women in South Africa something of public knowledge. Something for us to enjoy and devour. All 3 books are available on.

These books are such a thrill! I found myself going back and forth trying to keep up with who's who. I bought cutlery, cushions for the ugly sofas, ornaments, a big mirror for the lounge wall and some colorful throws. I also found a few of the heroine's choices immature, hypocritical and contradictory. The characters are so relatable because we personally know people like them. Oh and I have another question to ask.