with Thozama Mqikela
I don’t know after how long but when I finally came to and opened my eyes panic set in. Where did the blood come from the only thing I could think of was Mthobisi’s cronies must have found me and shot me, oh my God, I have been shot??? Before I could even reason in my head I screamed “Naledi, Naledi, I have been shot, help me” my sister came rushing in she turned on the light and came to the floor where I was lying down, I could see the shock and panic in her face, she asked who shot me and where was I shot I said I don’t know, she touch my arms and stomach trying to see if she could find any gun wounds, she checked my whole body and found nothing then she burst out laughing and this moment Lwazi her husband came in and asked if everything was okay, my sister was on the floor laughing she told him that I had started my period and for some reason I must have had a nightmare about getting shot because when I saw the blood I screamed that I had been shot, this turned to be a huge joke on both of them, they were laughing so hard Lwazi even had tears on his eyes, he said I should stop watching too much movies, I rolled my eyes and asked my sister to help me up because I had bad cramps, Lwazi went to go watch TV with the kids. The pain in my stomach was still bad, I went to go take a shower while Naledi finished preparing dinner, I felt so stupid for being so dramatic but after the crap I had been through who could blame me for being paranoid.
I joined everybody in the lounge we ate dinner, my sister knew her way in pots but we have our mother to thank for that, meat was the order of this house in fact meat was an everyday thing, Lwazi being Xhosa demanded that every meal has meat, I was not complaining but I knew I could not live like that every day. After we had done eating Naledi offered me a hot water bottle and pain killers for the cramps in my stomachs I took the painkillers and declined the offer of the hot water bottle I am scared of that thing, I always imagine it bursting open and the hot water burning me. Buhle my sister’s 8 year old daughter goes to a Christian Private School she offered to pray for my cramps, she said she usually prays for her smaller brother when he has stomach aches and he gets better I found this to be too cute so I agreed who can say no to a cute 8 year old, even if you didn’t believe you will act like you believe. She put her small hands in my stomach and started praying “Father God in the name of Jesus I thank you for your grace and mercy I thank you for my Aunt Lesedi and I declare that she is healed in the wonderful name of Jesus Christ” I had my eyes closed but after hearing these deep words this child was saying I opened my eyes to look at her, she was so focused on what she was doing, I wanted to laugh but I had to hold it in and not hurt the little girl’s feelings, she finished praying and told me “You are now healed”, wow just like that the faith of kids is amazing, I agreed that I was feeling much better. I told my sister the R2 500 she was paying a month on school fees for her daughter was worth it she was so disciplined, smart and well behaved, but I knew I would never take my son to such an expensive school, I still had tertiary to think about, if I was paying that much for Primary how much would I be paying in High School. My sister and her husband were money blowers they knew how to blow money, I doubt if they were saving any.
The next morning I was woken up by my sister and told that we need to get ready for church, was this woman serious? I had not been in church in ages and I didn’t even bring church clothes my sister said not to worry because their church was in Randburg which is close to my place so we can go past my place and I can change. It didn’t seem like I had a choice in the matter so I agreed. Lwazi and the kids were leaving early because Lwazi needed to take the kids to Sunday school and he had some men’s class to attend in church, I had to drive with my sister who insisted on driving my car since I still had a bit of stomach cramps, her driving was as bad as ever but thank goodness it was Sunday morning and there were not a lot of cars on the road, we got to my place in one piece, security saw my car and opened the boom gate, I ran up to make sure that everything was in order in the house while my sister was still struggling to park the car. I put a few things that those thugs had moved around in the house, I had not heard from Mthobisi since yesterday but I figured maybe he could not get hold of a phone. I went to go change wore black skirt, black t-shirt and a black blazer, black shoes and let my hair hang my sister came into the bedroom and said I looked like I was going to a funeral with my black everything outfit, I ignored her and put tissues and lip-gloss and cell phone in an orange handbag, my sister told me to take my tablet with, I asked why she said to take notes at church, I grabbed my tablet we left I was feeling much better I told her I would drive this time. We got to church, I had never seen so many beautiful, expensive cars in a church it looked like we were at some rich person’s wedding where everybody hired expensive cars for show-off, I looked at my sister and asked if this was a special parking she laughed and said most people in this church drives expensive cars, my sister’s husband must have fit-in so well in this church, when we walked in the men were in suits not just ordinary looking suits but expensive suits, the women also looked so good in their fancy formal wear they had gorgeous shoes all I could do was admire, I was actually drooling at the shoes, I’m a typical women, shoes drive me insane. My sister was well known, people kept greeting her and hugging her, thank goodness I had not come in jeans I would have felt so out of place. The choir started singing they were so good they sounded like Angels, everything in this place was just impressive. The Pastor came out, it was a woman Pastor, she looked so beautiful, she started speaking she had a Nigerian accent but looked South African. I whispered to my sister and asked if she was Nigerian she said yes, she preached so beautifully, she talk about forgiveness and not giving up, she preached about how the challenges in your life were not meant to break you but to shape you and build you up. It felt like she was talking to me, I was so hyped up I had answers to my problems I knew what I needed to do. The people in the church were using their tablets and phones to take notes, no one had a Bible they had Bible apps on their phones and tablet, in this place technology was just on another level even the pastor was using a tablet and no Bible, ja neh you see new things every day.
When church was over I told my sister Mthobisi would be coming back today so I would be going back home, eish lying in the house of God felt bad but I could not tell my sister what was going on with Mthobisi, sometimes it’s okay not to share everything especially the not so good stuff. She said she would drive home with Lwazi and the kids. I drove home, on the way home Mthobisi called he told me that he had made progress with his case, he was doing something to make sure that he got out on Wednesday when he went to court, I was glad to hear that, he told me he needed my help, I said anything, I told him I would do anything to help him and I was not giving up on him and our marriage, I know I had wanted to divorce him but I was now a new person church had transformed me, I was not giving up, yes I had been weak but you can’t back down each time life throws you a few challenges this was what the Pastor said and I was determined to put it into practice in my life. Mthobisi was very happy to hear this he told me that he wanted us to go to counseling when he got out of prison, hallelujah there is a God, a black man suggesting therapy this was a miracle on its own, I had suggested so many times that we go to therapy and he had always flat-out refused and told me black people don’t do therapy it’s just wrong, I was so happy to hear him say that. He told me he had managed to get hold of the investigating officer of his case and they had spoken and the officer wanted R20 000 to make the dockets disappear and without the docket there would be no case so he needed me to go meet this Officer and give him the money. I hit the brakes so hard I had not realized there was a car in front of me that was stuck I tried swerving to the right but the was a car coming it was too late for me all I heard was a loud BANG. SHIT!!!! I had hit the car in front of me!!!
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