I am a strong believer in the notion that there is nothing more important in the world than family. No matter how rich or poor, educated or illiterate, ambitious or a bum family must come first. My parents though not romantic from what I had noted had built those values in my siblings and I. I don’t think I had told you earlier, I have two little sisters. I could not for a moment imagine life without both our parents. When my aunt had first said that she suspected an affair I had all these thoughts running through my head. It was scary and real. When she said that I could just see what it meant to her family and that scared me! I did not want to be in that car at that moment. I felt my face would betray my secret but she was too focused on the road to notice the pain of my deceit. I have called other people S for snake and P for python but in all this who was the snake? I was in the middle of everything so did it not make me a snake as well. I told her that I did not know what could ever possess her to think of such. She said a woman always knows. Even when there is no proof a woman could always sense. She had been married to this man for almost 20 years now and never in all this time had he been so meticulous when he packed for a trip. Normally she had to chase after him but this time around had been different. She said she had been racking her brain looking for other signs but so far she had nothing. Something was up though. I didn’t know what to to tell her. I didn’t know whether to confess everything I knew or just hold her hand. When we got to the house it was just us so I had nowhere to hide. I felt though that it was unfair that she was placing on me. What could I do whether it was true or not? No matter what I might feel I am just a child only turning 19 so what advice could I possibly give her. My view of men was getting tainted by the minute. You know when you are young you have this vision of a big white wedding with a perfect man. You have this vision of you having a big house and kids. Looking at all the women I had met so far my dreams were fast changing. I didn’t want to end up like these women. Men were merciless regardless of whom you are. My aunt with her beauty, wealth and education was after all just a woman like you and me. What was the difference between Gorilla and my uncle? Absolutely nothing. He used money to lure S and now my uncle used the very same means with N. Gorilla might be foreign but his dna was exactly the same with that of my uncle who grew up in KwaZulu Natal. Had Bill Clinton not gotten a blowjob under the table when he was president of the most powerful country in the world. I hear all this girls that say they will rather marry a white man but with the example I just gave its clear that as long as it has a dick it can’t be trusted.
As usual there was wine in abandon. She offered me a glass which I gladly accepted. She was fast becoming my favourite aunt this one. For someone who was going through a crisis her composure was remarkable. I would like to call it strength but I am not sure for it could have been defiance towards her situation. She was tipsy in moments but I think it was because of the emotions. Within moments she was telling me all her fears and some things I was not supposed to hear. She told me that she had worked so hard in her marriage and was not about to lose her husband. She also told me that she had made sure that he had always been happy and what not so it would be a shock if he cheated. She didn’t want to become yet another statistic and she vowed to make her marriage work. So far so good I thought sarcastically. I made supper and she went to bed early. I decided the best thing to do was tip off N that my aunt suspected. No, I had not chosen a side. I had to warn her so that they don’t make a mistake which will hurt my aunt more. Hopefully this will make my uncle wake up. Instead I think the call backfired for he called her and was the most romantic man ever as my aunt would later tell me tomorrow morning all forgotten and forgiven. According to her he had asked via phone if they could renew their vows next year. Imagine that!! Men are sleek… Sies! Speaking of sleek men, I could not help but think of P. Last night he had been sweet and gentle. I had enjoyed his company so much. Imagine a sweet, good looking guy who also seemed to have money. I remember I had liked him the first night I saw him at the Hennessy party until he had… At that thought I remember why not to like him and dropped the thought.
As I was getting ready for bed, tipsy also now thanks to my aunt my phone rang. On the other side of the line was Samkes mother. I was shocked she didn’t even have my number so she must have asked my mum. I don’t mean to sound mean but I felt as though S was refusing to die for at every turn there was a reminder of her. I greeted her mum with politeness and respect, tried not to be too sad either so as not to remind her of S too much. I told her it was a welcome surprise and she said we hadn’t gotten to talk when I was at home which was true. Then she asked me about school and what not. Small talk. I could hear there was something big she wanted to say so I waited. Eventually she said that when they had been going through Samke’s belongings they had discovered she had two bank accounts. The one they knew and sent money and another. In it they had found r153 000. Stunned!
Then she asked me the following…
“Wayenga lali na madoda khona ezothola imali eGoli?”