Mudenda was angry at the fact that my ex had called me like I had control over who dialed my number! Fuck, he had not even called he smsed and I am certain it was by mistake! A lot of people do not realize how much a small thing, a small mistake can be so devastating in a relationship! An ex is the devil reincarnate.
How many of you have exes that just disgust you and you wish you had never met them! I don’t know why things turn out so sour but they have a way of rocking up when you least expect them. The thing with an ex is that you cannot control them and no matter how angry you get they can say what ever they want when they want. What Tidimalo had managed to do was plant that seed of doubt into Mudenda’s head. Doubt is a powerful thing especially when it comes to relationships. Men and their ego. Make no mistake about it, as a woman, a man will never fully trust you that’s why they are quick to jump to conclusions. Now I had to explain who he was and why I had never mentioned him. I asked Mudenda if I should call him so that he can explain to him that it was either a mistake, a prank or just some sort of foolishness.
As I was now wondering what to do his phone rang. It was my friend Zama. He had asked her to help him find something for his car. Zama being Zama knew a lot about all this shady business. Amongst us if we needed the cheapest quality weaves, fake LBs Zama was the person to go to. She was brilliant at such things. Even the guy friends we had asked Zama for things. I don’t know how she went through with it. Her timing sucked though. As soon as he put down the phone I decided to be proactive and call him. I waited for Mudenda to come back from the bathroom. He was treating me like I was the plague. He was not coming near me even.
“I am calling him now so you can hear for yourself!”
“We have already called him remember ‘BABE’!”
He said sarcastically referring to how Tidimalo had referred to me. This was not good for me at all. I explained to him that it was simply his way of referring to me at that moment and I apologised. I reminded him of how many of his female friends referred to him as babe and I never complained. When you go to this universities, usually amongst friends of the opposite sex such terms of endearment are freely thrown around as it is supposed to be not harmful and sweet. No one ever really gets in trouble for being called babe. That was my point. He knew this so why was he being stubborn about it. I called him nonetheless,
“Tidimalo what’s wrong with you! That was my boyfriend you just spoke to! why did you send me that?”
I said as soon as he picked up,
“How can you tell me that you want to fuck me Tidimalo! What are you trying to do to my relationship?”
I asked furiously. I did not want to give him a chance to say ‘babe’ or any of his silliness.
“Faith ke wena ngwana ka? Tidimalo just ran to the shops. He will be back in five minutes!”
The Sotho part reads ‘Faith is that you my child?’ Eish! It was his mother. She also happened to be friends with my mother though not close. They worked together at Bara at some point. I was so embarrassed.
I said politely. I just wanted to die. His mother had picked up his phone and because I had tried to not give him a chance I said all that to her. Awkward. I did not know what else to say. Mudenda I think had figured that out because I could see a smirk on his face because for some reason he found my humiliation funny. At least he was smiling maybe I had dodged a bullet. She told me that Tidimalo left his phone on the charger and that he was expecting a call so she must just say that. She did not ask about the ‘fucking’ part but said something rather cheeky as only nurses can do,
“I hope you are using condoms!”
And she hung up. Nurses! Lol, eish of all of God’s creatures nurses can be a creature unto themselves especially the ones that work in government hospitals believe me I know! With my mother being a nurse I visited her often enough to see the stress, frustration and coupled with being underpaid of them turn into anger, rudeness and short temper towards patients. Like I said nurses, the bad ones that is, deserve a special category of their own! That last punchline from Tidimalo’s mother was a low blow. She had meant it as sarcasm I think and it had hit home. Here I was in my boyfriends house pregnant and on the other hand her son talking about fucking! Really! It was too late for condoms!
“I won’t be here in the five minutes it will take your lover to call you back!”
Mudenda said getting dressed!
“Why? We need to talk about this Dee come on!”
I said desperately. He had a tendency of running away from a fight.
“I think I should take you home as well! I have work to do when I come back and don’t want to be disturbed!”
He said coldly. He had said that he had brought work home as he was behind but now he was practically throwing me out.
“Dee please don’t do this! I am innocent. I did nothing wrong. An ex boyfriend that I dated 3years ago before you even called me out of the blue! I did not plan it nor did I ask for it! Please don’t treat me like that!”
I told him but already he was putting on his jacket. He was fully dressed in seconds! How do men do that though? As a girl dressing up is a mission and on average thirty minutes just to get the first phase right.
“I guess you don’t want to leave then. I will leave then. Please be gone when I come back!”
He said as he walked out!
Hold up! What had just happened?
Had he dumped me?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
I am 17 years old from Mpumalanga. Two years ago I was raped by my uncle, my father’s younger brother. My father only has one sibling and his parents are dead. My father and him were very close and almost every weekend they were together. My mother opened a case against him and he was convicted. About six months into his jail term he was murdered and my father insisted on burying his little brother the right way. My mother refused to attend the funeral and I also did not go. My father was now completely an orphan and with no siblings. He went into a depression first then he turned to blame my mother for everything especially his brothers death. Today as I write this my father can’t even look at me, he sleeps in the backroom and I believe has asked for a divorce. My mother who is unemployed is now trying to fight for her marriage but my father has shut down. We used to be close I think but now I can’t even remember the last time he called me by name. I don’t know what to do now because if my parents divorce my mother will blame me for that divorce as she is really fighting hard to keep me. Even she has stopped talking to me and she just snaps at me. I feel I will now be responsible for the death of my uncle and the divorce of my parents.
Help me fix my family please.