With THOZAMA MQIKELA
Unless you work for government where the lines are very blurry usually, mixing business with pleasure is severely frowned upon. I knew we would I would be asked to disclose whether I knew of the contract before it was given to Mfundo and his company even though I was not even part of that decision making process. Mfundo when they got the contract had not known I worked there as we honestly had just rediscovered each other. However, it always looked bad in such a case. Andiswa Magadla was a firm but nice woman. She was not like my other boss, Andile the one who thought she shit chocolate. Where Andile was very proud and arrogant, Andiswa was humble and approachable. This is why most of the people at work when they had a problem they would go to Andiswa. Andile only wore expensive clothes which made her even more conceited and drove a Porsche Cayenne. She was not married but was often linked to the rich and powerful you see in scandal after scandal in the newspapers. That did not phase her one bit though. The alternative energy deal we were working on with Mfundo had been a brain child of Andile and this is how I got to finally work close with her. She was not my direct boss like Andile but a senior at work whom we were now for the purpose of this deal taking instructions under. That said she seemed really confused that Mfundo and I knew each other but did not say much more. She never had a chance to.
Ngwako took over the show. She started talking a mile a minute. Firstly she asked to pray. I know most women the moment we have a crisis the first thing we do is go on our knees and ask for help. I was not like that. It is not that I was not a believer for indeed I had my moments but just that in the thousand times I had been in a crisis and prayed no one had come to my rescue. Not once. I had had to get myself of those knees then fix my own problem. My mother would then say me finding a solution and fixing it was His work. The blood, sweat and tears were mine though! I indulged her. A woman who does not pray is frowned upon. Even in marriage it is your duty, not his, to take your children to church. After we prayed Ngwako starting complementing my house and what not! What on earth did this woman want? I could not kick her out because Andiswa was there but her and Mfundo should not be here. We are not friends like that! A nyatsi or a side dish is not your friend and should never be your friend. You have an agreement if there is one indeed to shag and enjoy but that is where it should stop. We can’t be doing prayer sessions like this come on now. She asked me for an update on my husband and I told what I knew. It was so difficult not to snap at her. I did appreciate one thing though, her being here meant I could focus my anger on something else other than worry about my husband.
Andiswa saw my irritation with this woman and I think she was also quite uncomfortable with having Mfundo here. She told them that I needed to be alone and perhaps rest. Mfundo who had been actually very quiet during all this did not hesitate to stand up and immediately take his leave. Ngwako wanted to stay on but Mfundo convinced his wife it was time to leave. I do not think Mfundo knew of Ngwako and my husband’s history. I wonder if he would have brought her with. Whether you are happy or miserable the earth will still rotate, the sun will still come up in the morning and go down at night, you just have to suck it up this is life and it’s not fair and no one said it would be easy. I had to deal with serious facts now.
I checked the news again to see if there had been any new developments on the mine and they were still running with the same story as earlier, nothing had changed. I told Andiswa about a story Mthobisi had once told me about a mine near Sasolburg that had collapsed with about 1000 miners underground, he had told me that the miners were trapped in there for 9 days they were 180 meters underground, 2 drills had to be flown in from Texas to bore through the rock & reach the miners, only about half of the miners survived. The last rescue attempt failed despite additional drilling power and the mine got sealed off with all those miners inside and was never used again because it was considered unsafe. At the time when Mfundo told me I had thought this was just a tale that miners told each other when they were bored so I googled it and found that it was true. I had freaked out but Mfundo had told me that this was over 50 years ago and now mines are more developed and advance with new technology being developed every day and that made me relieved, never in my wildest dreams did I think that my husband would be the one trapped underground. I told Andiswa that my biggest fear right now was what if this mine also gets sealed off with Mthobisi and the rest of the people inside, then tears started pouring out on both of us, but Andiswa assured me that they would never do that, there would be an uproar from all communities and all countries. Not with all the social networks around, nowadays social networks rule everything, the last thing the executives of the mines would want is an attack on social networks because that shit will go international next thing you know your company is being boycotted internationally, you don’t want to upset people especially when it comes to people’s lives, I knew she was right after all my friend was huge on social networks. I really wished that I didn’t remember that story because we were about to go to bed and I knew this story would be in my head and I really didn’t want to dream about my husband being left to rot in some mine.
My body was telling me that I was hungry and needed something to eat but my mind was not interested. I had now been up for almost 24 hours. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get sleeping pills I knew Mthobisi had some in the room we use as his office I went there to get the pills. I hardly ever go to this room because it doesn’t particularly interest me, it’s always full of Mthobisi’s papers and files. I walked in, on top of the table were the sleeping pills I took the bottle as I was about to open it, something on top of the desk caught my eye. Partially hidden as it was only a corner that I could see was a green little booklet. It was a passport or identity document. When I pulled it out I think i used too much force as all the paper on top of it fell to the floor. They revealed stacks of passports’ on the table, I took one and opened inside was a face I didn’t recognize and the name in it was Knowledge Mlabo, I opened the second Passport also an unfamiliar face with the name Excellent Dube, I opened a few of these Passport and they all had male pictures and strange names. These names were definitely Zimbabwean. I knew my husband worked with a whole lot of foreign people but this did not explain the passports. What the hell was my husband up to?
You think you know the man you married? Most women have no idea whom their real man is and its only at times like these that you get a glimpse of him. I was so confused. I need good news. I needed my man to come and tell me he was ok and that we could move on with our lives!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am 26 and engaged to a wonderful man. The problem is he has a child with another woman (before my time) and she is a nightmare. She calls him all the time to insult him and now she has started doing it to me too. I even took a protection order against her. No matter how much he fights her she keeps coming back. He is scared that she will become a problem when he wants to see his child. He already pays maintenance. Much as I love this man I am starting to think that his baggage will destroy us. She makes us fight as well because she is too much. What should I do?