Its a sad moment which people often debate when a woman falsely accuses a man of rape. Its a sad moment because with what the women of South Africa especially go through with this most evil of crimes it’s the last thing we need. However, as a man and as a man who fights against its so sad that should you be accused of it, there is no shaking off the stigma attached to it. For a woman to therefore falsely accuse you of it means that its the end of the world for you. I am a lawyer after all meaning that accusation alone would shake my career to its core and even if I won the case I would lose my respect and reputation. In my head the legal process was already working and here is what made a perfect candidate for being convicted. One, they would indeed find that I had access to her home as I had picked her up and dropped her at home. Even my wife would testify against me on that. Two, Khanyi and I had a history and all they would do was look at our message history. Did Oscar Pistorious not get caught out just on whatsapp messages alone? Who knew. Three, and far more important was my DNA which they would find inside her, outside her and on the couch. They would be no denying that I had indeed had sex with her. I must say only the most cruel person who reads my life story would say I deserved to go to jail for rape because I had told her that it was our last fuck\shag\sex because no innocent person deserves to go to jail. Try walking into a South African prison to see why even for your most hated enemy could you wish them that!
She shouted yet again. Everyone turned to look at me as that finger was pointing at me. A lot of things went through my mind at that moment. You know in movies when police come to arrest a fat criminal (I would say overweight but it doesn’t have quite the same impact so forgive the crude use please). So imagine in movies when they cops come to arrest the fat criminal and he tries to run away, on foot! Yes that was me! One very strong thought was telling me to turn and run! Where I am not sure but run was the message. Now I know why criminals make such bad decisions but where would I run to in such a place. I would probably get lost in the hospital. Wait? Had I just used the word ‘criminal’ in connection with myself? Was I admitting to my guilt? Even I was now confused on whether or not I was the guilty party.
“Its all your fault”
She screamed be it rather weakly perhaps because of the pain. Oh my Dear Lord no please don’t I begged inside myself. I instinctively said it was not my fault. Its the natural thing to do when one is accused of a crime especially in front of people. Now was not the time to try and be cool and suave.
“Yes its all your fault, I can’t believe I trusted you!”
She said. My wife and the police had now moved towards me. One of the police man had his hand resting on his gun. You notice such things and to be honest South African Police are often accused of overreacting to a situation so at times so the last thing you want is to be on the receiving end. One of the officers I think impatient to hear what she was talking about asked her if I was the man who had hurt her. My wife hearing this also chirped in and said,
“Mxolisi what the hell is going on? What is Khanyi talking about?”
I think the moment of truth had arrived! There was no escaping this. I needed a lawyer myself now and I had few good ones in mind question is would they come to my aid as even us lawyers look down on rapist let alone one committed by an officer of the court like us.
“It was all your fault! It was all your fault! You left the door open and that horrible man walked in and almost killed me! Why couldn’t you just close the door and wait for me to lock behind you?”
She said almost pleading. Had I heard her correctly? I walked out of that room and went to find the nearest bathroom. I won’t call it instinct but my legs carried me there. When I got there I screamed out loud in anguish, joy, pain, relief all the same time. I had indeed just dodged a bullet but Khanyi was right, I really had played a role! I was so much to hurry back to my wife I had failed to say goodbye properly as I should have considering what had just happened.
A part of me was still worried that Khanyi might change her mind and point her finger towards me. I walked back to her room. She was still with the cops and my wife was sitting with her. She was not even looking at me as person, Asthandile that is, meaning she agreed with Khanyi that I too was to blame. Wow! What a day? I could not help it but I found myself sitting at the door of her room but inside.
This story was not making sense. It really felt as though Khanyi was making it up. How and when could someone have entered? She was just seeking attention and now she had played me so well there was no way I could tell my wife to stay away from her. How though had she caused those bruises on herself? I could not answer to that at this moment! She was evil indeed. I was going to destroy her though once the dust settled. Mark my words!
As I was sitting there one of the officers got a phone call. This was surreal. He came back and said that he had a bit of good news not that it would help. He said that they had caught the person who had done it. I don’t understand. I thought she had…wait a minute…had she…
Lord forgive but it was true, Khanyi had indeed been raped and she had not lied!
I was so ashamed for not only accusing her of lying but like the whole world assuming that she had lied!
I always say when it comes to rape,
We MUST always protect our women!
Womens month is next month even!
Shame on us!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
You really are a remarkable writer so on behalf of everyone who reads the blog, thank you.
I am 40 and been married for 13 years. During that time my husband has cheated several times but in spite of all this we have always gone back together. We both work so its not about financial dependency. Last year I started cheating with a colleague at work. He too is married but at the time was going through a divorce which got finalized three months ago. Ironically my husband over that year has become an exemplary husband. He stopped cheating or rather I stopped finding out, he does not drink anymore and I kid you not two weeks ago got born again. I don’t know if to say I have egg on my face or to say too little to late. I am so happy when I am with my “colleague” but at the same time my husband has become the man I wished he could have been all those years. Should I still be contemplating divorcing him because again will my colleague marry me? That will be naïve.