When eventually I came to it was with a start. It was as though I was having a bad dream. Something cold and wet was on my face was on my face. The bank security guy had used water to wake me up. For a moment I did not realize where I was. How could I? It all happened so fast and I was not even sure what had had happened. One moment I was standing the next I was on the floor. I was not in any physical pain but the heartache. Money at times is more important than love! I know women like to lie to themselves that love is more important and will rather be poor just to be happy with the men they love! Really? How many poor people do you know that hide their misery in their alcohol, often abusive and generally angry at the world. As far as I am concerned my love is linked to taking the best care of my wife and providing for her not only food and shelter but also peace of mind that today’s meal is not the last meal on the table! That is money. That is waking up every morning and saying my family should have extra. That is a man to me! Ok fine fainting makes me question my manhood but where it any other occasion I would have been embarrassed but at this point I was panicked! What the hell had happened? I woke up dizzy and confused. You know love makes you make stupid decisions. When I married wife, out of community of profit BUT with profit and loss, it was my idea that our bank account should be joint! Why? Because she was unemployed and I felt as though I was insulting her giving her a monthly stipend as though she was my domestic worker! She was already an unemployed housewife meaning it’s pretty similar. Her job was to take care of me and feed me which is much unlike a domestic worker the difference being the sex which in her case again I rarely got! Stupid woman.
At this point I knew I needed help. I spruced myself up and walked out. The bank had called an ambulance which is even more embarrassing but I was fine. I apologized for causing a scene and the bank teller Tizah Nyirenda as was written there about scaring her like that. When we opened that account it was me that had insisted on it. The bank had advised us to always have two signatures but I had told them that because I sometimes work out of town we should be allowed to conduct business etc when we are apart. There therefore was no reason for us to always sign double. She was therefore in every right to take the money as technically it was hers too. That’s the dumb side of love. We all act like we the first people to ever discover it and fall into it.
I called Dalu to come pick me up. I told him I had fainted in the bank. Obviously he was concerned and he came immediately. He asked me if I was sick and I told him know. I told him Asthandile had left me and took all my money on a day when I needed r20 000 most. He asked me why I needed the r20 000 and I was not for one second tempted to tell him the truth. I told him he had to trust me on this one but it was a matter of life and death. Daluxolo was that friend who had your back through and through and rarely ever asked questions. This time however he told me that he was extremely concerned about me because lately I was edgy and always in a rush! Well he was right I was. He told me I was stressed up and messing up at work which was very unlike me. It was when he asked me if I was on drugs that finally for the first time today I managed a genuine laugh. That was funny. I reassured him I was not and told him that it had something to do with the Asthandile’s friend who was raped. I had told him the story briefly when it happened so he had an idea. He said he will transfer the money and I said no! Please not in my account. Asthandile was out there somewhere!
Ah bad choice of words! He started asking me why she had left. This time I told him the truth of as much as I knew. Told him about her boss and all those things. He was so disappointed in her but typical Dalu he turned around and asked me what role I had played in because this didn’t just happen. He reassured me that he was on my side but I too must sit down and self reflect. He told me when it comes to divorce often the person breaking up with the hellbent on proving that they were right. The conversation and lecture was not long but it hit home. Finally I had the r20 000. Dalu dropped me off at home and thank heavens I did not have the train. I called some guys to come fix my car and the tyres! Women are cruel. Asthandile and don’t ask me how had taken the spark plugs from inside the engine meaning the car was not working. How did she even know how to open the bonnet? I had underestimated her but it’s ok now I was fully awake. I had to go buy the sparks though.
In the evening the police came. At least I was clearing my mess. The one who had been so rude to me in the morning took out an envelope with a disk. He said that things had changed because the evidence they had against me being part of the conspiracy was overwhelming. The video showed me going to see the deceased as well as they had a voice recording of me putting the request for him to be punished. He said for the evidence to disappear that will cost me another r50 000 on top. I wanted to cry. Now they were really extorting me. 24hours ago I could have raised the money but now. I was in trouble. I begged them to reconsider but they refused. I was given 7days to come up with it over and above the 20 000 I was paying now.
When they left I found myself on my knees asking God why he had abandoned me. Fair question. Two minutes later the doorbell went. Standing there was Khanyi. God had answered me! This was the reason why he had abandoned me.
“Asthandile is at my place. She does not know I am here though so how do you want to handle it?”
Honestly people like Khanyi are dangerous but handy! I could feel she wanted me to react but again I had to ask myself what she stood to benefit from this. I also asked myself this, what could I benefit…
My wife had life insurance. I took it out on her and I was the beneficiary.
Could I do it?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I dont know where to start but I’m confused about this relationship I’m in: I’m dating this guy for a while now we met under unforeseen or in an rather odd way, his work! He was hired to investigate a theft case at my work plc, me being the one who reported the theft he had to talk to me about everything that was going on, about da case, 30-07 was da official day it started n till today I’ve never been to his house, we’ve had sex 4 tym already but he always take me to a lodge or a bnb! He never calls me at night when his at home and when I do he talks less than a minute then say goodnight, at once I even thought he was married but manage to remove that from my head when I confronted him abt it, he told about his family and how much of Christians they are (zion)and they always have sum prayer n it will b rude of him to take me over while his parents in that prayer! he says he love me I know for sure dat I love him but is he for real? Or am I just insecure!