Do not worship your priests, they will not save you nor will they ever cleanse you! Only you can do that. Your priest facilitates a righteous path for you and the rest is up to you! That’s what my father always said so what the fuck had she called him for! Did she want me to be struck down by lightening or something? I really wished I attended those big churches that are so big its impossible for the priests to come fix your day to day problems! I felt like I was in Sibongiles house! As I sat there at the gate feeling stupid I got to reflect. There is nothing more humiliating than what had just happened to me. There was no way in hell I was going to enter the house and be prayed for. The problem with our priest is that when he gave a sermon he will give an example of you to drive his point home in the congregation. Even if the sermon had nothing to do with your crime he would find a way of bringing it in. That’s why I didn’t want to enter that house.
I think I must explain, my household was not overly religious. We did the whole Sunday thing of church but it was not like we were that family that insisted on sitting in front so the when the priest speaks the God will get to us first. In fact half the time my mum and I would come and gossip about all the drama that happened in that church especially how the pastor personalized things. It is therefore why I was shocked that my mother would call him.
Sitting on the drain watching the cars pass was my best option. I was waiting for my father to arrive. Yes he would be angry at me but generally fathers don’t beat daughters. There are just too many laws in this country that would make a man think twice before taking that step. Violence of woman against woman is “fine” they call it discipline! Even at that thought I still roll my eyes!
Caught deep in these thoughts I didn’t see my mum walk up behind me. She was already upon me when she hissed through gritted teeth why was I sitting at the gate like a homeless child? She asked me if I was trying to further humiliate her after all my shenanigans. Note she was hissing with a smile so that the priest who was by his car could not see her anger. He walked up behind her and greeted her. I was polite to him and courteous. He said unfortunately he had to go for he had matters to attend and then said to my mother she must tell him what she decides. My mum reassured him that it shall be done! I was certain they were sending me to a convent.
My mother sat me down and told me that she had gone over the top. Duh! Really? Wow!!! She told me that she had done this out of love because she had gotten so scared for my future. She apologized for the beating. You know it’s funny, there is a saying which says what forgets is the axe the tree never forgets. I was the tree right and my stump was my eternal humiliation. I thought we were cool now but wrong there was more bad news for me… This woman still had one ace up her sleeve which honestly hadn’t seen coming. She stood up and took my blazer which i had taken off and put on the chair. From it in my right hand pocket she took out my phone. My mother had just confiscated my phone. She said that she was not going to switch my phone off. She was going to answer all my calls and pretend it was me until my sugar daddy called. She said she was not going to beat me up every day until I spilled the beans. That took too much effort. This was easier and more efficient. I was stunned!
I had refused to tell her so she will find him herself. Now that one I did not expect. My phone was not even password protected!!! I had pictures there I had taken for Thabo which I am not sure I had deleted or not. Look there is no girl I know that has NEVER taken a naughty picture for guy or even for just her. What’s that saying again, Neil Armstrong went to the moon for the first time for mankind and took four pictures but a girl goes to the bathroom for five minutes and takes twenty pictures. Yes I was a cliché. I had pictures out there, some very racy indeed. Its almost like a rite of passage for a high school girl to take a picture! If my mom saw those pictures I would die. I went on my knees. I begged her, Ke mo kopile ka dilo tsotlhe tsene kenale tsona or in xhosa, Ndamcenga ngetliziyo yam yonke! Loosely translated, I begged her with everything I had. In any girls life her phone is her life. Have you ever driven around and seen girls in the car with their parents or even in the mall. We are always on our phones! I can genuinely say this was worse than the beating. If she answered my calls I was dead. Yes he had a fake name but if he called his voice wouldn’t be fake! If she saw that it was a girls name and a mans voice she would immediately recognize the situation.
I would get my phone back she said but on condition that I got born again!
I immediately agreed. I had to get that phone back. I would cut o my hand if she asked at that moment.
My phone was not on silent and assigned ringtones.
You know that song by Rihanna “Only girl (in the world”
That was his ringtone and guess what…
It was playing in her hands as my phone rang!
It was HIM!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
P.S. Lol when was the last time you got a hiding from your parents and what was your crime?