Khanyi refused to tell me where he stayed. I would have gone there immediately. She swore she did not know just that he was the one she had gone to for her to cool off. She asked me to calm down and not overreact because that would only cause a fight I would most likely not win because I knew very little about it. There is nothing more frustrating than suspecting something but not having the right information. I went to my room and lay down. There was a knock on my door and it was Zimasa. She closed the door behind and I thought, oh know here we go again. Was this kid trying to seduce me? I don’t think women get it, when you were a short skirt, in her case bum shorts disguised as nightwear it tends to be arousing. She sat on my wife’s dressing table stool. I was not sure what she was going to say because my mind was going many places at this moment. What the hell was happening to my marriage? A married woman does not sleep out of home when her husband is home even if he is not. This was not an open marriage!
After she had not said anything for about five minutes I asked what it was she wanted. She hesitated and I forced to out with it. She then looked at the door as though to check if someone was there and then turned and said,
“I don’t think you should trust what Khanyi tells you. I don’t trust her. She is too comfortable yesterday afternoon I caught her lying on your bed which is highly inappropriate. It’s like she is trying to replace your wife!”
She emphasised the ‘wife’ part I think to make sure I got that part correct. I had already picked that up. That was the other problem. Before I confront my wife I also had to consider that Khanyi clearly had an agenda. Women like to say that a good man is hard to find which is why they target other woman’s husbands I reckon. We give the semblance of being stable and secure hence why she does not want a man like yours but she wants your man. We are like the finished product. The more I thought about it the more it made sense. Mot many young black South African are stable at my age. Most are still paying off student loans, have many baby mamas and behave like little boys. Must be tough for a woman to find a good man then.
I had never actually looked at Zimasa to describe here. Zimasa was not a short girl. She was taller than my wife and one of those girls that developed early physically. I remember a few years ago when I met her getting surprised when she said she was only in grade 8. At that point I was sure she was probably in grade eleven or matric. It’s in the food I tell you. Kids today are jail traps because they develop so early and grow up so fast. It’s true. Most men if even the younger ones if you ask them they will tell you that on several occasions they have made a mistake and hit on a girl thinking she was of age only to find out she was born after 1996. It’s easy to call men creeps but when parents allow their kids to dress up as adults, when a man bumps into your child, she does not look like a child because of her height and physical development let alone the dress code. Zimasa was one of those girls that could get you into such trouble. She was a girl in a woman’s body. She told me that I should not listen to Khanyi because if I overreact I will kill my wife for all the wrong reasons. Counselled by a child! That’s how far I had fallen.
She left my room and went to her room. I guess I had a lot of decisions to make. At 0630 in the morning I got a call. I was still up imagine. Had not slept since. It was not my wife but Lindiwe. What did she want?
“I have good news. I have sorted out everything.”
She had said she was in Jhb yesterday but I had not entertained her that much because she was another problem. Now I was curious to find out how she had done that but that would mean I was interested in her schemes! I did not want to be bound to her! It was the last part that shocked me though,
“Today you are going back to work as normal. It’s already be arranged. I will only start tomorrow since I am this side. Thank you for being patient with me!”
She said. There was a sound in the background which I was not quite sure off but I swear it sounded like a man clear his throat. It was not of my business though. He was her problem not mine.
I was not sure what to make of this phone call. I was not about embarrass myself and walk back into the office then be chased out. Hell no. I wanted to go sink myself into my work so I could stop worrying about how messed up things were back home. I tried calling my wife again and there was no reply. It was off.
It was not ten minutes before my boss called me. All he said was I must come in to work today but must stop in his office first. Obviously I could not say no but I told him I would be about an hour later under the circumstances. He said it was fine as long as I see him. I was not sure whether I was happy or sad about this because what had Lindiwe done this time? I got ready for work. Khanyi told me that she was ready to go home and on Friday her sister was coming. That was ok with me. She asked me where I was going considering yesterday my wife had said I was fired. I told her that I was not fired and I was going to work. She could visit me in my office anytime I said for emphasis.
Driving down the M2 in traffic is never nice. After I passed the crosses on UCT middle campus I started feeling nervous. I was not ready to go back. At that moment I got an sms. It was from my wife! The bitch was alive! It read:
“I did something last night I was not supposed to have done. I am so ashamed of myself and I am so so sorry. I am too scared to come home because you will kill me for it and you know I cannot keep a secret from you. Please Mxolisi forgive me!”
It read! She had not said what she had done!
My head was about to explode!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am a 17 year old girl and am pregnant with my first child. I am in grade 11 and yes I messed up pretty badly. My mother barely talks to me and my father will not even look at me. He said to me when I give birth I must leave his grand child and leave his house to go look for a job. I disappointed them pretty badly. Now I am so scared of giving birth because where am I going to get a job. My parents are well to do and I am an only child. They sent me to live with my grandmother in the township because they said I embarrass them in front of all the people I grew up with. That’s how serious they are about this. What should I do to get back in their good graces? I have apologised so often I don’t know what else. My father does not even take my calls.