There is a school of thought that when you divorce your wife you hate her. It is supposed to come naturally with the divorce settlement but I believe that’s a white people thing. As black people we often don’t hate each other because somewhere somehow your extended families integrate. Logic often dictates that don’t entirely close that bridge. I decided against sending her an sms because that is something that can be used against her in court. It’s a good thing that she had called too instead of sending me an sms. Now more than ever I had to sleep at home. My wife if a court was to charge her had both motive and opportunity. The security cameras at the gate would prove that she was there just before the fire and worse the fact that her husband was sleeping at her friends place. Any court would eat that up. What was I supposed to do? I was running in circles here to be honest because I needed to get rid of this woman once and for all but not like this. One of the neighbors offered to drive me and I asked him to take me to Rosebank, where my house was.
His name was Bhejane and he said he walked for the Parliament as a communications officer. I could see he was avoiding the fire topic because I was rather down. He started telling me about the spoilt nature of members of parliament and how all this drama was a wake up call for them. By drama I think he meant the boys in red giving the rest of the parliamentarians a run for their money. I could not help but wonder why in this moment, at this time, this was relevant. It was not. It really was not! Maybe if I was discussing politics then yes he had a good point but I was not. I guess he was just trying to help me not think of my situation because that’s the only explanation I had. When we got there my house looked deserted. It’s as though no one lived here. I thank Bhejane and he gave me his card. He asked for my number and for a moment I thought he was hitting on me. Just kidding. I gave him. He said he was going to follow up on me and besides he might need a lawyer soon.
I open the gate and I walked in casually. The yard was a bit messy and I wondered if she had fired our gardner. I don’t know why I felt like doing an inspection of the yard like it mattered anymore. It was filthy. This woman must go back to Mdantsane Sies! I did not need keys to the house because I still had them. Black people don’t change locks, that’s a white people thing! I walked in and the tv was on. Zimasa’s books were on the kitchen table but she was not there. I decided to go upstairs.
When I open the door what I saw was enough to drive a preacher mad. There was my wife, sorry soon to be ex wife, on my bed, on her knees with a man fucking her from behind like the bitch that she was. I swear I froze. It took them five seconds to even notice that I was there. My feet would not move! I am not a pevert I just could not move. It was only when Zimasa opened her door, next door to this room mind you and said,
That they looked my direction and Asthandile jumped up I think almost breaking her boyfriends dick because he held his member in pain. This right in front of Zimasa!
“What the fuck do you want here Mxolisi?”
Asthandile said trying to cover up. She was already red because of the sex but I am certain she was even more flushed now thaat I had caught her.
I said pointing to the guy,
“Get out of this house if you want to live?”
I said angrily!
“No! Stay! My husband is the one leaving! He does not live here anymore!”
The door lay back in the bed.
“Lady of the house has spoken my bru! She has a sweet pussy too!”
Colored guys! They have a way of being fearsome when really they are not! I moved so fast and I punched him three times in quick succession. He stood up to fight back but I had anger and momentum on my side. I beat that man so bad by the time he left his eyes were closing because they were swollen. Guess what, Asthandile did absolutely zero to help him. Even Zimasa just stood there with her hands covering her mouth. I don’t know why I was angry because I had left her but it was not even a week! In my house in my bed! At some point he broke free and ran out of the house naked as the day he was born. I turned to Asthandile! She clearly thought I had forgotten her and after seeing what I had done to her boyfriend she knew she stood no chance.
I said to her.
She said trying to be defiant! She had braids on So grabbing her was not easy. I pulled her by her braids and had a firm grip then I dragged her down the stairs.
“You are hurting me Mxolisi!”
She cried trying to break free! I was blinded by rage! I didn’t hit her though. She was screaming clearly causing a scene! When I got to the gate I through her out as a police car drove up. In the back of their car was the man I had just beaten up still naked. He must have bumped into them as he exited the gate. One of the officers jumped out to stop me!
“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
He asked me throwing me to the ground.
“Officer that’s my wife and I caught her in bed with that man! You can arrest me because if I catch her in my house again I will kill her!”
I shouted. I did not care anymore! I hated her! I wanted her dead! The officer stood me up and looked at the naked man in his car and the woman in a night gown clearly naked underneath.
“Ma’am is this your husband!”
He asked Asthandile who was crying now. She standing there and I was here still holding a few of her braids I had pulled out.
“Yes officer but he was not even supposed to be here!”
She said. The officer looked at her then me and said,
“I am sorry about the inconvenience sir!”
Let go of me, got into his car and drove off! Asthandile was left standing there, I was a bit confused also but I locked my gate and turned my back. People forget that police are human too! When I got to the house Zimasa was standing there not sure what to do,
“Should I leave too!”
She asked me,
“Sit down and do your homework!”
I shouted at her. She jumped at the force of how I had said it and went back to the table!
I sat down to think!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Dear Mike and fellow readers
i apologise to the readers for my long letter in advance.
I’m a lady of 25yrs, i have a 4 year old daughter. Her father and i have had our ups and downs, especilaly when his mom passed away as he lost direction of his life and became a serial cheater(dating one of my best friend in process). we separated for a year and got back together 5 months ago, he insisted on moving in with us(my flat) because he had no money for rent because his busy building a mansion for his father. Now my culture and religion don’t allow vat’n sit but for the love i have for him i agreed. He pays nothing in the house not even buy an occasional bread in the house. I pay for my 2 younger brother’s varsity fee and school fees, together with my daughters fees and all the wants and needs. My mother is a domestic worker therefore cannot afford my brothers’ proper education. i can barely survive financially and emotionally.
I clean,i cook, wash and iron his clothes, at times i even give him money for petrol and food. Today he told me he will never ever marry me because i could not iron his work pants properly. my question to the readers is: what does a man want from a woman, he does not pay maintenance for his child, i basically look after him as well, and actually sacrificed my need to buy a car so that i can give my family the best. What does he want?My instinct tells me he could be seeing someone on the side that’s why he could be this cruel, but why cause when he left me i did not run after him not even for the child’s maintenance
Your advice is highly appreciated.
Confused and hurt.