Betrayal is a dish best served cold. When two women fight expect all the secrets to come out. It’s amazing girls can throw all their toys out of the cot when they fight each other especially where a man is involved. Loyalty when it comes to a fight between girls is like dignity in a prostitute. Nothing and no one is safe. If one girl feels like you are happier at her expense she will go to your man and spill everything that you did in Mozambique with that other dude. Men wiser than me when we they want to know what their wives or girlfriends have been up to simply pick a fight for you. Usually and honestly you hardly ever see it coming. Your friend for many years can betray you so fast you will think she is rushing to the front of line because Jesus had come back and only had one free pass into heaven for the person that got there first. This is why I was dumbfounded at her response. I clearly had not expected that. If you consider the fact that they had just had a physical fight where my wife had accused her of all that yet here she was standing up for her. What kind of nonsense is that? I would have thought she would throw her friend under the bus something which Asthandile had just done. There are some people you just can’t be loyal to.
“Did Asthandile call you before I came?”
She said no and asked me why? I smelled a rat. They clearly had spoken. She took her phone and came to show me that their last conversation was before she even got to the house that morning. Friends like these are keepers. Someone who will not betray you come what may. Problem is, they were not even friends from last I checked. I was not going to ask more.
“I am going to run you a bath, you smell!”
She said but more in a teasing voice than anything. I did not take offence because a could smell a slight odour myself. If you are non drinker honestly how do you stand to be with someone who drinks. Alcohol smells very unpleasantly. She was going all out to be sweet. Maybe she was trying to seduce me again so she could spite her ex friend. It certainly looked like it but I was not up for it.
I was not going back home though and since I had no car and no wallet I decided I was going to stay here for the rest of the day. I will sleep on the couch. The chemistry I once had or rather felt for Khanyi was gone. She did not even look that attractive anymore. That’s the problem with a side dish, it’s like, it’s like gum, loses its flavour after a few chews! She said she was going to cook for me a proper meal the way a woman should for her man. Eyebrows moment but I just ignored her.
“Is your DSTV working?”
Was my response. There was soccer to be honest I was not being rude. She did not seem to care though because she replied yes and went to the kitchen. Five minutes later I could hear her singing gospel music. Honestly this singing whilst you are cooking just makes you spit in our food. I am just being honest but try telling your mother that and she will moer you like a stray dog that has entered a black man’s house. Women don’t get it, for most men, before God created them, he created soccer! I can concentrate on it all day. If you are Xhosa like me He then created rugby and cricket. At some point He realized that whilst you are watching soccer someone has to cook and pass you a beer and this is were you come in! Yeah call it sexist but soccer and beer just go hand in hand and I can’t stand up during the game. Even to pee. I am sure you feel the same way about Isibaya if you are Zulu, Muvhango if you are Venda and if you are from Pretoria Skeem Sam, Khumbule’khaya if you are from. The Eastern Cape! Whilst on that subject how do you girls that are not Tswana but are dating a Tswana guy survive that funny Pretoria guy talk? I would get irritated in moments then hang myself. Its like they are rapping in cursive! Khanyi though it seemed was having a good time. She brought me a washing bowl for my hands, a wipe the works. She said normally we should sit on the table but seeing that I was watching soccer she will make an exception… heaven!
It’s funny how much as Khanyi was doing all the right things kitchen wise I could not see her as a wife. She was just not the type and so many women are like that. Not marriage material. Once a man takes you as a side dish chances of him ever seeing you as a wife are zero to none because already you have shown no self respect. She started telling me about her plans. She had applied for jobs in Gauteng because she wanted to move from this place. However she had been putting money aside because she wanted to start her own business and already had a few clients. She also revealed to me that she had a BCOM Economics degree and the day we had sex she had actually been celebrating that she had passed her Honors. She never got a chance to tell me that because of what happened next. I felt a bit guilty and looked down. Awkward moment indeed. Is this how it feels when the topic of rape comes up when you are sitting with a rape victim? It can’t be easy. I congratulated her. She said she wanted me to join her in the business as she respected my logic and could be an asset in giving her idea etc. The conversation though serious was full of purpose and quite intellectual. I enjoyed it immensely. I say this everyday, a woman with ambition and drive is the sexiest. It’s not about how you look but about how you think! Did not even see the soccer score funny enough. I helped her with dishes at some point.
She took me to my room and said,
“Sorry it’s a bit small but I hope it will do. If you prefer the couch you can use that too but I am certain you will be fine. There are extra blankets also. Tomorrow morning 830am we leave for church.”
She said as calm as a sleeping baby. Eh this woman was playing house with me. Now we had to go to church together, what the fuck was this? As soon as I closed the door she came back to my room and said,
“Why didn’t you tell me that Lindiwe is dead?”
She was genuinely shocked and even seemed out of breath!
“I thought your friend told you!”
“I told you I have spoken to her until now when she sent me this,”
She showed me an sms which read,
“That bitch is dead. Car accident! God punished her for trying to still my man. Watch your back!”
I swallow spit!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
My story goes as follow: I lived with my great grand Gogo at a location and my mom stays with my half brother, we have different dad but I love him so much.
When I was young I went through a lot of moments in which my mom always had different men until my little brother dad, but she never loved his kid and wanted us to do the same. She didn’t want me to go to my dad at my young age until I was old but used to see my dad behind her bcos my grandparents didn’t like what she was doing. Yes my dad never did anything for me and I would say that’s why I don’t value him that much. My mom is the only person that’s financial stable in my family, yes she took me through my school and high school. When I got to tertiary she only paid with the police money which pays one year of school fees but for my 2nd year she started to fight with brothers dad.
That’s when she started going out late and shouting at me, beating me up when I would go out late which I was over my 18teen.
Now the story where I need help with is to help myself move on.
She found this man who was a criminal and a jailbird. He iseven HIV/aids positive. This man is those man that like woman and girls. So everytime he drank he would be touchy touchy with me and say a lot of stuff that he thinks his funny and showing off with me where I used to work for them at the sport bar. This one time he was drunk and wanted to do his touchy and a bit more. I told him that this time it was the last time I am telling him to leave me alone than he started with insult me and I talked bad. He told me how much he doesn’t give a damn about my mother, how useless she is and my mom ass and so was mine. Told him he never saw my ass and that every word he said so as he.
When I told my mother, she defended him so much that even my brother told me that every weekend she beats him up. Now my mother is not talking to me because of everything I have done to defend myself from this bad man of hers. She stays with him and his 2kids plus my little brother, and he is also crying for help cos he is unhappy. Thank God he not a girl bcos she would suffer a lot. This man he even doing his 8year old daughter cos he hold his dad penis and she even kiss him like adult. My mother does see this things but she plays ignorant with all this is happening hence if I didn’t act fast he would have wanted to sleep with me but I didn’t allow that and now I am a bad person.
My message with this letter I wrote is that not only is our nation a problem with rape it’s also our parents that fail to believe us that when a man start being touchy it men’s we looking for them to sleep with us but even when I am 26 I am scared of a man touching me and we need more woman to believe in us and listen when we talk because it end up being rape because of our parents not believing us when we talk.
The help I need is to get a job and getting myself, my brother help to move on with this because for me the only financial support I get is my Gogo pension and my bf money. I have forgiven my mother even when I tried talking to her she is ignorant with me, so any suggestion on how to let this go wud help a lot. Especially if someone assist me with getting a job so I can stand for myself.