I think it is prudent to ask what motivates a young girl to go after an old man. Yes we all blame the old man but never sit down and ask about her. I liked things. I know that and i am sure you have figured that out too. But that couldn’t just be it. High school is a time or self discovery and once you get into this lifestyle there is no turning back. I liked the idea of having a man for once not a small boy who didn’t even know how to tie his shoe laces. For now however i needed to make a plan. How useless was I to have gotten busted on the very first night. My dad would beat me to death and that was putting it lightly. My mom would probably just shout then blame my dad for being too soft on me as usual. I was bored with my life. Too much routine.
So there I was standing outside the door on the balcony. I was not sure whether to move backward nor forward. Who was up? I hadn’t calculated this well. I didn’t know what to do! I forgot my parents always double checked the doors to make sure I played my part. I heard the key turn in the lock and first instinct was to hide but I just stood there frozen. Then I had footsteps walk away. Instead of me being relieved I realized what had just happened. You see the key in the front door has a key blocker. Basically this is to prevent another key from going inside. Remember we don’t have an alarm. Whoever had come and switched off the light had turned in the key blocker so I was screwed. I would not be able to unlock the door to enter. I stood there as silently as possible because I figured if I moved then I could be heard. I thank God honestly that we didn’t have dogs. I stood still for ten minutes. I even heard my parent’s bedroom door close. I waited another fifteen minutes to make sure whomever it was sleeping. Now I had to make a plan. I sat down.
Every house that has no alarm, and this is irony indeed, has one window that doesn’t latch properly. In my house it was two, the kitchen window and my little brothers. Problem with my little brothers was that his bedroom was the one next to my parents bedroom. My obvious choice was my kitchen window. I literary tip toed round my house even though my parents room was on the opposite of the house. When I got to the kitchen window I tried my best to unlatch it from outside but the damn thing wouldn’t work. Maybe it was nerves. I had no choice. I had to go round. Eish you know as Africans we have this unnecessary flowerbed next to the house. My house was no different. My mother thought she had green fingers but oh well, it was just a dream. Now we had these weeds disguised as flowers. The problem with them is that they were brittle and always had insects. My punishment for sneaking out. Never again. My brothers window did not take long to unlatch. I tiptoed into his room. Catwoman at work. I don’t think I had taken two steps in when I heard my parents door open again.
Its funny how it happened. I jumped into my brothers bed immediately. I think she had the movement and open his door switching on the light. I acted groggy and sat up a bit. She asked me what I was doing in his bed. I told her that I was scared so I decided to sleep with my little brother. She didn’t look suspicious at all and laughed and said goodnight. Now I had to sleep with my little brother because going back to my room would have been suspicious. Bad move because the little bugger is a Jackie Chan in bed. He kicked me so many times I hardly slept. First thing in the morning at six I moved back to my sanctuary. Now I could breathe a sigh of relief. I had dodged a bullet.
Alone now I could properly reflect on what was I getting myself into. As long as I stayed in control I wouldn’t get caught. I didn’t like this idea of him (Siyandas Dad) seeing me so late at night because I had to sneak out maximizing my risk. It had to be during the day. Also if it was during the day it meant no sex right so I could hold him off. I wasn’t about to be impaled by an old man. I was not with him for love, come on, let’s be realistic but clearly he had money. I am sure he knew that I had needs. I also had to make sure I kept it a secret. Its not a proud moment to tell your friends that you are dating someone’s father. I did however need someone whom I could use as an excuse if I ever I got in a bind. I knew Sibongile would parrot shem! She was holy like that! She was that girl whom if it was wrong she would tell you, judge you, then sentence you! I had other friends. They liked things enough to have my back and once the money started coming I would share with them. I already had a friend who had a new phone and she always had airtime not like me and my call-backs. She was not even pretty to be honest.
My mum wanted us to go to the shops early in the morning. She wanted to catch the bank and I had to stand in line for her. I was too old for this. I was grumpy when we went, sleepy and not in the mood honestly. There was already a line. She asked me to join the line. Two minutes into that line someone said to me,
I looked back,
There was the cop from last night!
I just died of shame!
My mum walked towards us…