How she went from being rich to losing it all
“I am happier than I have been in a long time”, Zahara says.
The past two years have not been easy for singer and songwriter Bulelwa “Zahara” Mkutukana.
She lost her sister Nomonde, who died in an accident on the N2 in East London in 2021. She was run over by a taxi on the side of the N2 while checking a fault on her vehicle. Nomonde was driving back from work when the incident happened on the evening on 5 March.
– Her home was broken into earlier this year and she lost some of her trophies from the South African Music Awards.
– The sheriff was gunning for her home after she missed payments on her bond.
But after all the series of bad events, things are looking up for the Imali singer. Zahara reveals that she is happier than she has been in a long time.
“I feel so renewed,” she says.
“I am in a good space. I’ve cut a lot of toxic energies and people who are not good for me.”
Zahara says there were people bringing her down in her life and she has had to cut them out.
“There were people who are constantly taking and taking. Right now, I am in a good place, and I am focusing on myself and my happiness,” she adds.
Reports resurfaced that the singer had defaulted on her monthly installments of her townhouse at Little Falls and her house was up for auction. It took some donations, and many bookings to save her home.
She is also grateful for all the people who helped to save her home.
“I am grateful to everyone who prayed for me and who contributed towards me saving my home,” she says.
“I know some people wanted to help but did not have the money, but they prayed for me. Even those who do not like me, some put me in their prayers. Their families prayed for me. I even had children wishing me well.”
Since she paid off the house, she has been able to think straight and address issues she had swept under the carpet.
“This is the first time I have been able to talk about my sister’s death,” she says.
“I have been in denial about her death for a very long time. For so long,” she says.
“Before, I could speak about my late sister’s death. I would be cold when her name came up because I was in denial and still am in a way. Even at her funeral, I did not stay long. I went to the doctor, and he gave me something to numb me. I didn’t cry and for the first time I was able to cry for my sister and talk about her,” she says.
