Just as soon as she started Zimasa came down the stairs and asked what the raucous was about! This kid has no manners! That gave Khanyi an escape route which immediately she took and went to her room where I had her lock the door behind her. My first thought was that she was going to go tell my wife that I knew what was going on! When someone is guilty in your eyes everything makes sense and you get to conclude without thinking twice. I smelled a conspiracy here. If I went after her it will cause a commotion in front of Zimasa which will definitely go back to the parents and I did not want that. I wanted to work to save my marriage not destroy it. Much as she had possibly cheated on me I too had sins of my own and one of those demons was in my guest bed room. Mxolisi you are fucking up I told myself as I stood to go back upstairs.
I took a few documents from the bedroom and called Lindiwe. We had to resolve this work issue so no use being hard headed. She said she had woken up early wanting to get ready for work and had only remember after she was done that she had nowhere to go. I told her that we need to meet and discuss amicably. She said she could not leave the house. I told her that I was not coming to her house. She said she was not being difficult but there was a reason she could not come and I would understand when I got there what she was talking about! I think I had more resolve now. If she wanted to play games that was her business. I was going to her house to fix our mess. I say our because at the end of the day this had happened on my watch. We went there as a team and foolish and conceited as she was letting her fall was out of the question. I had resolved that moving to Jhb was definitely on the cards. I would however need to find my wife a job and she hardly had experience. Now that she was working she would never want to go back to being a mere housewife.
I had never been to Lindiwe’s place but she stayed in Gardens close to Hidding Campus a UCT facility. Everyone stays close to universities because rent is doable. Doesn’t matter whether you work or not, whether you a clever black or a random one, rent is expensive! They say take a bond but don’t want to help you when you can’t pay! When I got there and rang the bell she was the one who opened. I guess I don’t know who I was expecting to do so by that statement. She had the biggest black eye ever! I knew where it came from, Khanyi! That’s why she could not come out! No wonder why she said I must see it in person! Her apartment did not have a speck of dust. It was so immaculate I swear it looked as though no one lived here. Wow, I could put food directly on the floor and eat from it.
She sat down and said to me,
“Mxolisi I am the one who messed up. I am sorry I dragged you into this but it was misconstrued. I messed up and again I am sorry. Right now I need your help because I do not want to be disbarred!”
Her attitude had changed so much overnight. I was not out here to add more stress on her. We discussed our course of action and for the first time I think since I met her she did not sound like a machine. She told me how she had grown up after I asked if she was going to press charges against Khanyi. She said no. Her story: her parents died when she was 12. All of her relatives refused to take her and her little brother in sighting how much of an extra expense it would be considering how things were so expensive. She had two rich relatives and even they refused and said whomever takes them in they will contribute to their upkeep. Eventually a second cousin agreed to the job. Her brother was only four at the time. The first year was rough for both of them because obviously they missed their parents. The rich relatives indeed sent money but always with threats such as if there was any bad behavior they will take her brother and her to an orphanage. When she was thirteen turning fourteen on a dark stormy night her uncle came to her room and made her an option, come share my bed with me now or leave my house. She said he did not beat her, force her nor even drag her. He made that offer and left her alone. He had picked a perfect night because there was nowhere she could go. At this stage she was crying. I don’t know why she was telling me this but I was very much shocked at how she had reacted when I told her about Khanyi. She of all people should have been sympathetic I think. She said she went to his room and did everything she was asked to do. To cut a long story short, she lost her virginity that night and her innocence every month after until she was 18 and she got a scholarship for university. When she got her degree the first person she had destroyed as she put it was that uncle. She reminded me that in law there is a grace period allowed women who had been abused as minors to come forward of about 5years. She had used hers! He was in jail right now. I was very sorry to hear her story but I had to ask why she had told me because like I said, it had nothing to do with our situation. She said it had everything to do with it because her getting disbarred would mean she probably will never work again and going back to poverty where she will have to depend on another person was simply not an option. She would do whatever it took to not do that. She asked me if I knew Andrew Willemse? I said no then she said his friends called him Dru so maybe that name and again I said no. She then said,
“O pity, he was buried today. Would have loved you to meet him. Very nice young man!”
This woman was a bit strange, maybe not crazy but strange. When I left her house I was more confused than anything. It all did not make sense until I got home and I saw Khanyi.
I said out loud! Khanyi even asked me what now,
I was in shit!
Lindiwe knew! She fucken knew!
Andrew was the kid I had gotten raped to death in the jail cells! Lindiwe had been threatening me at the extent she will go for revenge. I don’t know how she sensed that I had figured it out by now, maybe she is a witch for it was not ten minutes from that realisation that she sent me a message,
“Take the fall or else…poor Dru!”
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
Good day mike
Please publish this on Confessions of a sugar baby and don’t mention my name.
I kept quite for 20 years now. I was raped when I was 9. I was a child didn’t know anything abt sex. I kept on blaming my self that why I didn’t fight or stop him.it was my step father who did it.when I was 17 I was raped again by someone who stays in the same area.he threatened to kill me.now he is dead,he was hiv positive.I hv beautiful daughter who is 7 now, I’m overprotective, I check her always when I bath her.I’m scared that things that happen to me might happen to her.I’m 30 years old now.I don’t know who to speak to.even today I don’t trust man,I don’t trust anyone,whether your my uncle or brother.I don’t trust my bf. My bf was abusive.he used to beat me.now he is born again but still don’t trust him.pls help readers.