I did not want to think about my sister and I even had it in mind not to go. Aurelia had overheard the conversation I think because she asked if my sister would be fine. I told her I really did not care so lets change the subject. I told Aurelia that what she had heard was far from the truth. She said she believed me but with girls you can never be too certain. She told me about her latest trip and mentioned something about dating some ANC politician. They date anyone those comrade but I did not say that. It was not something to proud off though because they have a reputation these people. She said if I was not pregnant she would take me out to party just to get my mind off things but it would be awkward walking into a club with this belly. She said some guy who wanted her was going to pick her up and take her to Jhb so I must pack and leave with her so that I could take a taxi home when I was in Jhb as opposed of trying to manoeuvre myself through Pretoria to Jhb. Good idea.
A break up does not mean the same to a man and a woman. When a man breaks up with you, they tend to start sleeping around to get rid of your memory I guess I don’t know. So many girls who have taken a break from their relationship, even if it was their suggestion to take a break, will tell you that during that time their partner slept with someone else. Men! Obviously to them it’s not cheating since they say you were apart. If Mudenda and I were to have a break then I am certain he would sleep around which I think would hurt me even more! Would I take him back? Hell yes, I love my man. A break up to a girl takes a flippen long time to sink in and an even longer time to get over. We love with our hearts mind and soul and men don’t get that. We break easily because we love so much and we love so much because you make us love you. I was hurting. I cried all the way home when I was in the taxi. Now I had to go deal with my sister! I had to put my problems aside to once again cater to hers. Some lady in the taxi told me that crying in public only made things worse as the way people look at you when you do just makes you break down even more. The taxi driver didn’t even make me pay imagine. He said he could not find it in himself to make a pregnant crying girl pay. Yes my pregnancy showed. I was ready to become a mother.
My sister, see now the story is about her, was just a drama queen of note. I think because I had gotten pregnant and was arranging damages, this is why she had done this. Ever since we were young the moment I started to shine she would do something spectacular. My mother like all parents always said she was smart but because she was naughty she never realized her full potential. All parents say that though don’t they forgetting that dumb is dumb. My sister was not book smart nor to be fair she was not that much streetwise. Do you know how it feels to grow up hearing that your sister ke mogwanti? Mogwanti is means bitch or whore and is especially used in high school for the village bicycle. My sister was that bicycle. People would never fully tell me all they knew but I once heard that when she was in grade ten three different guys had shagged her at the same time. Every grade in my high school had that girl but my sister was legend. I think it was because of her that I became reserved and underground all through high school because I once got into an argument with this guy at school and he shouted in front of everyone that my sister had slept with so many men I probably caught AIDS from them. I was embarrassed of her and never wanted to be seen with her. That’s why I was not feeling that much sympathy for her. We had lived through a lot because of her!
When I got home, the key was under the flower pot of the side of the house. I knew this as this was always our thing. My mother was still at the hospital with my sister. I was not keen either on going to hospital because when you are on suicide watch even the nurses frown down on you. What an idiot! The house had changed since I was last here. Ok fine, I am using the word changed liberally here, my mother had rearranged the furniture probably for the first time in 5years. More importantly though, she had changed our TV. We used to have that TV with the big ass and now in its place was a plasma. Wow. When did this happen? I could not help but ask myself that with the old TV whenever anything when wrong you would smack it nyana and it would turn on but with this flat screen nonsense where wouldd u even touch! I was tired. I decided now was the time to take a nap before she came back. The thing with being home is that you are so comfortable. I fell asleep as soon as I lay on my bed.
It was about three hours later that my mother returned. She had her own keys so she woke me up when she walked into my room. I sat up and greeted her. She looked at me for a bit before she said anything then she came and hugged me. That was very unlike my mother. I cannot remember the last time she hugged me. Even when my matric results came back, it was as though it was expected and she had worked the night shift that day meaning she was quite cranky. This was awkward to say the least.
It was then she spoke to me.
“I am so tired Faith. Why do I have to be the mother that goes through this?”
She said in resignation. I did not want to say anything because I did not want to offend her because I felt ‘this’ also included me.
“I have invited someone to come pray for us this weekend.”
That didn’t sound too bad I guess until she said,
“I have already bought the snuff and things they will need for the ceremony. This house needs to be cleansed!”
I don’t know how the words came out but before I could stop myself I just blurted out,
What had gotten into her? This was Fourways not some village in Mtubatuba!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I wish I could shake your hand! Your writing skills are amazing. Thank you.
I was introduced to my boyfriend by my younger sister. They met at her church and she insisted that this guy was the one for me. She was right. We got along so well and have been together ever since. They are not very close but two weeks ago I overhead my sister telling my mother that my boyfriend had taken her and his siter to help him pick a ring for me. I panicked. I don’t want to get married, not now anyway. I feel like it will hold me down and am not even that woman who is dying to have kids. One day yes but not now. He wants kids! He even sends me pics of kids that he thinks are cute. I love him a lot yes but I am not ready for this. I feel if I reject him I will lose him but if I accept his proposal I would have betrayed myself and what I want to achieve on my own. I am really confused. What do I say when that day comes?