When you live in a city where Coloreds are in the minority you probably would understand where I am coming from when I say Colored people are just angry! It has nothing to do with Trevor Noah’s sayings because all black people identify with those sentiments. Tidimalo once said to me that when you are walking down the street and you see three Colored guys coming down the street you just cross the road. Why? Not because they will rob you but because they will beat you up for no reason! I was once at a Fuck VIP party when this guy stepped on this Colored guys foot. He was with his friend when this happened. Problem is, the stepped on guy was wearing new sneakers! It was a genuine accident and logic dictates that walk away and accept the apology but not to the Colored guy. He was incensed. He beat the guy and his friend up and they were significantly bigger. That’s that anger I am talking about. There is an aura about them and my sister should know better! I knew her friends from Eldorado! They were quick to violence and had no stop button when angered. My mother did not want them in the house and had told her favorite daughter in no uncertain terms that they were a no go area. Irony is, Sanchia was a bank teller and I think last time I checked Michelle worked for Woolworths and customer relations meaning they dealt with people politely everyday.
“Judith please don’t do this! You know your friends haave no chill!”
I told her.
“Come on! You saw what she did. We could have slept in jail and what was mama going to say then?”
She asked me but I nodded my hand defiantly.
“We could have but didn’t! What has gotten into you?”
I asked trying to convince her this was a bad idea. My sister worked with momentum. Once you riled her up she only got angrier and angrier. That’s why she was self destructive.
“This girl came to your house, I am sure called you names and then tried to get us both arrested… there is no way you should let that go! That’s what I call people getting to walk all over you!”
She was making a good argument but I was a mother now. I can’t afford to make such irrational decisions and what’s more, I was starting a neww job soon. I rejected her idea but I could see she was not convinced. She forgot that if in that attack something happened to her pregnancy it will be on her and us. I hated the girl but not to that extent!
I called her and was surprised she actually picked up. She was offish on the phone but that was fine she was entitled. I asked where she was and she said at home. She had period pains so she was not going anywhere. I told my sister that the job offer had called to sign some papers so she must stay with Amo whilst I rush there. She offered to drive me but I said no. The reason why I wanted to leave her with Amo was because I did not her to go looking for Meladi. My mother was still sleeping in any case.
Two taxis later I was at her place. Everyone lives in gated communities nowadays because the Johannesburg criminals have sent us packing for security. They called her apartment number and she was quite shocked to hear who was at the gate. Yes I am a bad friend I hardly ever visit her. The security gave me directions and I walked in. It was actually an expensive apartment block.
I could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and swollen.
“My friend whats wrong?”
I asked her as soon as she opened the door. She looked bad in fact there is no other word for it!
“Eish don’t mind me! You have finally decided to come visit me wow Faith some friend you are!”
She said trying to change the subject. Why would she do that though?
“Aurelia you are like a sister to me! Tell me what’s wrong and maybe I can help?”
I won’t lie part of me was scared she would say it was because of the job but she didn’t thankfully. Instead she deflected the questions until I forved her to speak,
“My mother is sick but it’s nothing hectic. Don’t worry about it!”
How can she tell me not to worry about it?
“When are you going back to durban to see her?”
I asked her. It was like she had all the answers prepared for me the way she answered so fast.
“I am not going. She said I must not come she does not want me to see her like this! My mother worrues for me so much!”
She said. I understood where she was coming from parents can be over defensive at time. I did not want to push any further because clearly she did not want to talk about it. What a strong girl though! I told her all about my drama from last night and she listened in awe. She agreed with me that my sister needed to chill. I made us tea because she said she did not drink soft drinks as they made her fat. She always came up with all these theories. There was something in her voice thought was quite un-Aurelia like. I can’t quite place it. Her mom really was affecting her and much as I wanted her to go home I could not force her. As we were making lunch I got a message on my phone,
“What really happened yesterday because Meladi is now in hospital and they are saying she has complications possibly caused by trauma?”
This was the text I got from Mudenda and if things were detiorating in this manner it meant they were getting worse not better!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hello Mike and readers,
Thank you for receiving my letter. I am so happy and grateful for these diaries you’ve introduced us young black girls to. May God bless you.
4 years ago my mother passed away, very ill. We (sister and her child) then went to stay with my grandmother whom I believe abused me. She sold all my mother’s belongings without our approval. She’d make me wash the laundry for 5 kids and 3 adults, clean and then cook whilst trying to study for my Grade 11 exams. I stayed strong and did as she pleased.
A year later in Grade 12, she forbid me from attending extra classes over the weekend saying that “kelo jola”. When my reports came I always had a pass with good marks at that so she said I won’t go saying that I still passed the exams without the extra classes. I defied her and went anyway, I always got a hiding after going…at 18. Imagine!!!
She crossed the line one morning when I was writing the finals when she said that I killed my mother. From that day on, I resented her, I tolerated her till I could finish my matric. I moved out following year, got a scholarship and then studied hard and now have good job, I got promoted last week and now she’s all over me. I cut all ties with her, I never even visited her at her house.
I support my unemployed sister and her 2 girls whom they threw out like a dog from home.
She (granny) is now calling me endlessly and sending me bible verse texts about death saying that she too will die soon and demanding money. She only calls me ha batla R50 as she puts it.
I tried praying for the hatred to go away but I can’t seem to forgive her.
I give her money when she asks for it, am I spoiling her or am I doing the right thing?
Please advise me.
B u b b l e s