I must have asked her like three times to repeat what she said because I think she was mistaken! No, it can’t be, this cannot be. I refuse to believe that my husband has been swallowed by the earth. I told her Mthobi is alive and she needs to tell whoever is in charge to get my husband out of that mine. She told me that the rescue team was already there and they were doing everything in their powers to bring everyone up to safety. She said it was already on the news so I could check for progress . I told her that no I was coming there and she said that would not be necessary because I would only get in the way. I was in such a shock that I was shaking. Pamela told me that she would call me as soon as she heard any news to report back. With tears choking my words I thanked her for the call and hung up. I dont even know why I thanked the herald of bad news
I got up, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and tears just rolled down my eyes. Again brushing my teeth was just a reaction for I had brushed them earlier. I cried so hard that I think I woke Koketso who came into the bathroom to ask if I was okay! I couldn’t speak, the words couldn’t come out of my mouth. It felt like if I said it then it would be true, and this is not true, my husband is NOT dead, he can’t be dead I still needed him. What would I do without him? I would never be able to leave without him. What would I tell our son? We needed him to be alive. All these thoughts were making me cry even harder. Koketso was confused but she hugged me and told me everything would be okay, I told her I needed to be alone for a bit. It took me over 10mintes to get myself together, I washed my face and went to the TV room and sat Koketso down I told her it didn’t matter how much of a pig she thought Tshepang was, she should appreciate him while he is still alive. I told her how we take our partners for granted when we should be appreciating every second we have with them. She looked at me with an even more confused face, I said I might never get a chance to tell Mthobisi how much I love him, how he makes me happy, how sorry I am for all the wrongs I have done against him and how much I appreciate him. I told her that my husband might be dead and I don’t think I will be able to live on this earth without him and I truly meant that. Mthobisi was my life and life without him would be meaningless. I have loved this man for as long as I could remember. Imagine it had taken a life changing event for me to rediscover why I loved him again.
I called my mother it doesn’t matter how old you are or how you and you and your mother fight but when shit hits the fence the first call will always go to your mother. My mother is a very religious women, and right now I needed God. I don’t know why this is but women love being prayed for, when a woman has a problem she will call her friends and say pray for me. I am also guilty of this and I use the word guilt because I dont pray as often as I should. My excuse, I work so hard during the week I am too tired after work and during the weekend to pray. I just believe that if there is more than one person praying for the same thing then God responds faster. Maybe the noise coming from everywhere about the same thing annoys God and he decides to answer fast, and I know that the Bible says something about when 2 or 3 people pray together God is there, I’m not that religious I know a few scriptures that I use when I need motivation. My mom picked up and I told her the news about Mthobisi and I told her that I needed her to pray with me over the phone. I put the phone on speaker and Koketso and I held hands as my mom prayed and tears just kept rolling down my eyes. Was I being punished for what I did with Mfundo? Was I being punished for not going to church every Sunday and still called myself a Christian, my mom took what felt like forever to finish praying, she finally said Amen and Koketso and I also echoed our Amen, she told me that she would be coming over and I needed people who loved and cared about me at this hard time. I told her not to as I would be flying out to Bloemfontein to go and get my husband and bring him home. Whilst I was still talking to my mother another call was coming in, it was someone from the office, I told my mom I would call her back. I answered it was Andile my boss, she wanted to know if she could have a meeting with me and Cindy so we could give her a progress report on how thing were going with our project. I told her about Mthobisi and that I needed some time off because I wanted to go to Bloemfontein she asked what was I going do when I got there it’s not like I was going to dig him out, this women was heartless if I was next to her I would have strangled her. This is why she was not married and had no kids, she deserved to be alone for the rest of her miserable life. It took everything in me not to lash back at her but I was not about to stoop down to her level so I told her that I am taking leave, she said she was sorry for my loss and I should stay strong, sorry did she just say loss?? This bitch was really pushing my buttons. I screamed at her “my husband is NOT dead” she mumbled something about denial being the first step to healing, this thing who does not even deserve to be called a woman was patronising me. I told her I will be off this entire week and hung up.
I dreaded calling Mthobisi’s mom, that women had a way of making everything that went wrong in her son’s life to be my fault. She would find a way to blame me for this I just knew it. I had to call her though before she heard it on the news, I knew it was just a matter of minutes before the news broke out fully. Journalists love reporting bad news, they were probably there around interviewing wives and families of people stuck underground. The thought of being filmed and telling the world how scared you are and crying in front of cameras just screamed attention seeking to me and I was not going be part of that circus. What the hell are these people watching the news going do for you? I’m sorry but some things are just too personal to be shared with the world. I called Mthobisi’s mom she went silent for a few minutes and then asked why was I still at home. Why was I not out there finding her son. I told her I was preparing to leave and I was going straight to the airport to see if I can get into the next flight out to Bloem. I could hear her cry which also made me cry again, she thanked me for the call and told me to keep her updated. I went to the bedroom and started packing my bags, Koketso was in the kitchen calling other family members and making breakfast, I called Mthobisi’s cell it was off! Silly me his phone is always off when he goes underground there is no signal down there and he never takes it with him, but I was just hoping and praying that by some miracle maybe he overslept and missed his shift! Again a stupid desperate thought because my husband would never oversleep he gets up before the alarm goes off. I left him a voicemail message I actually sang for him our wedding song .
As I was getting ready another call came in persistently. This number I knew and had actually saved it on all my phones. Now of all times this number wanted to call me. I had tried blocking it because I thought it was a child pranking me because this person had never said a word to me. At some point i concluded that it had to be a man with a lot of time on his hands. I picked up,
“Now is not the time for your games I screamed!”
The person cleared their throat on the other side and for the first time ever they actually said something,
“I am sorry to call like this but have you heard anything about Thobi, I mean Mtobisi?”
It was a woman’s voice actually crying and why was she calling him Thobi? On my phone the number was saved as STALKER n capital letters!
It was not the fact that now I knew that my stalker was a women who clearly knew my husband that startled me nor was it the fact that she knew that he was underground at that moment as the news had not given out names that scared and aroused my curious that moment. No, it was the fact that I knew that voice but with all the emotions in me right now I could not place it!
Did he have a mistress?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
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I am a 27 year old woman and a university graduate. I struggled to get a job for three years after I left university. At some point I even worked as a Teller and a tea lady once just to make money this having a degree from UJ. Finally I got a temporary job in my field that pays well. My contract expires in two months. My problem is my boss, mind you the owner of the company as been making overtures towards me to sleep with him. I won’t lie am actually considering it because with the way I struggled to get a job I really am not about to do that again. I wish I had evidence but he is really carefully and never calls me or sends smses so I can save them. He talks to me directly and in private so I don’t know how to trap him. He is a very respected person in community and if I mention his name you all would probably know him. Of the two other girls at work I suspect one has slept with him because one does not even have a degree but gets paid so much per month and she is 23. He is very polite and despite being a wolf in sheeps clothing a gentleman always! Why do men do that mara? I want this job really badly for I don’t want to suffer the way I did before. Please help me decide if it will be worth it?