We have all heard horror stories about rebel teenage daughters! It does not matter what level of society you are from, you can be rich and suburban or poor and from a village but this one thing we are all not immune to! Some girl children love things too much to the extent of being delinquents. It is the scariest thought ever which is why most people readily say they would rather have sons just to avoid the teenage years of having a daughter. It comes across as sexist but a girl child is not only expensive but if she discovers the joys of dick and money at a young age you have a seriously problem! Most of us have a sister, daughter or friend who is so notorious they call her names on social media. When I was younger, we used to have this thing called Mig33 and every couple of weeks something called Shwaswhi would come out exposing the most notorious teens. If you made that list then clearly you must have been bad. I always used to look at my daughter who was young then and tell my self that no way in hell was she going to end up a village bicycle, a drunk or that girl that suffers from FOMO (fear of missing out). It’s a scary thought. It’s every mothers fear because usually society blames the mother and not the daughter, especially if she gets pregnant. I was so disappointed and I am not going to lie, for this one, I was going to beat the crap out of her, screw what the government says about corporal punishment.
My husband looked at me defeated, he did not even have energy for the sight in front of us right but with me it was different. Two things happen to you at that moment! There is the relief! I was so glad she was home and safe and by the looks of it nothing had happened to her. Nothing beats that. Only a mother can fully appreciate the relief of seeing her girl child especially, safe and unharmed. Men yes can have the relief but a woman fully appreciates why it is so scary for a girl child to go missing. Its a dangerous thing for a female to leave the house every morning and men do not understand this. They will never live through the constant fear we have that someone will try and violate us, worse when you are saying this in connection with your girl child. Only God knows why we live like this really because it is such a painful existence. With that said there was the second part, I was livid! To say I was angry is an understatement. To see your little daughter like this is devastating. Its like you have failed. Its not that they grow up so fast but that they grow up so wrong. Had I really failed that much as a mother. She was smelling as though she had been drinking for the last two days! I know the smell because we deal with drunkards at the hospital every day. It is the most pathetic sight and that thought seeing it on your child just makes it worse. She was still in uniform even now which just made it worse and me even angrier.
“Give me your belt!”
I said to Sizwe who looked baffled for a second but he saw I was not playing.
“No my dear, you don’t beat her you sit her down and talk to her!”
He said reluctant about what was about to happen!
“Talk to her about what? You already know how she answers back to everything we say and it’s all because of this don’t beat crap now give me your belt!”
Eish, when I grew up we had fruit trees and what’s worse we had a mulberry tree. My father would say before a beating,
“Nothabo, go pick out a thin brunch that is as long as you are tall!”
At that point what would get you as you walked towards the tree was the fear of what was about to happen. I would cry all the way to the tree, once I even pee’d myself and I was eleven at that stage. Secondly in your mind, if it was as long as you it meant to you that it was a very long ass thin branch. The problem with a mulberry tree branch was that it doesn’t break at impact! Nope, that thing had remarkable resilience and as though to add insult to injury it had a tendency of wrapping around your body when it’s on you! Good times I tell you! I hated my father after every beating which although it was very rare and I had to have done something very very bad to earn that, I promised myself I would never do it to my child but here I was. Once he caught me when I was just thirteen kissing a guy at the corner of my street. He stopped to make sure I see him then he drove home! I remember I ran home so fast I must have gotten home before him but that’s a story for another day! For now I had to deal with this Rihanna wannabe!
Sizwe gave me the belt and said he did not want to be part of this. He said I must remember that we were trying to punish not maim the child! Stupid man! He was so annoying! I went upstairs and took another belt. When he saw me coming he immediately came to stop me but because I was angry with him I hit him three times with it. I was screaming so loud at him that he backed off. Guess what, my little drunkard heard absolutely nothing. Mapula, the Aunty that works for me came in to find out what’s the commotion. I immediately asked her what time Lintle came in and she said 330pm. That was the time she normally got in meaning she had tried to deceive everyone by trying to be as normal in her routine as possible! These kids of today! I went to her bag and looked through everything. In her pencil case if found a joint and yes I know what it looks like! Imagine! Weed in my baby’s case! I confiscated it. I went to her phone but it was locked! I confiscated it too! Her ipad I hid and the computer I could not take it as she did homework on it. I disconnected the wifi, by taking out the sim card! All through this she was sleeping. My husband stood there with his arms crossed.m he had stopped arguing! That belt had really worked wonders! Now that I was done, it was time for Lintle!
She was lying on the couch and she was in her uniform! Her blazer was off so I did not have to content with that!
I swung that belt so hard that immediately when it made contact with her skin she jumped up so high to a standing position! I started hitting her and she started running around the house. She is pretty quick for a lazy child!
“Where were you?”
I was screaming! She didn’t even bother lying because clearly she knew she had been busted.
“I went out with my friends!”
“You are lying! Do you have a sugar daddy with a black mercedes!”
I asked when I stopped to breathe! She was corner now, no more hiding! Through her tears she said,
“Eeuuw mom that’s disgusting! I would never do that. It’s Jerry’s mothers car, she went to Belgium and he is only 17 and not even my boyfriend!”
She said defending herself. Who the hell was Jerry. At least it was not a sugar daddy! That much I am grateful for. I beat her again and she ran into my bedroom and locked it! She locked us out of our own bedroom! I screamed and shouted and banged the door but she would not open!
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang!
It was the police!
My daughter had called the police on me!
Fucken kids of today!
I blame Zuma and Thabo Mbeki for giving these shits too many rights!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
Hi Mike and fellow readers, thank you all for the amazing reads,
diaries and comments!
So last year, soon after graduation, I started dating one of my closest guy friends, we were class mates in varsity.Things went really well for about 2 weeks, until we had a disagreement
about his flirting with girls on Facebook and he decided to ignore me for like a week. I was not about to invest in a nonsense relationship so I sent him a couple of texts about what I expect a relationship to be and so he dumped me, telling me I was full of myself and needed to get of my high horse…lol! Anyway I was not too bothered because I figured he’d be back like a lost puppy in no time, to my surprise he really kept it up. Eventually I started panicking and would text and call but I got nowhere. I even begged and he would tell me shit all the time so I gave up eventually.
In November last year I discovered that he had done something at work and got suspended, I reached out and we would talk here and there, on his birth day 21st Nov (three days from mine) we went out together as we have previously always celebrated our birthdays together and ended up having sex for the first time then. The following day, he had to go back to the town he was working in as the investigation at work required him to be around town or something like that. The thing is he went back and did not call me for a whole week, well I also did not but girls surely you understand me here. I remember us texting one day and me telling him that I loved him and the idiot replied with a thank you. Mxim I found it all so stupid so I told him shit and decided I was done. Over the December holidays we would talk once in a while but it seemed that none of us was trying to work things out. In that time I realized that I actually really love him and missed mostly my friend because we had become really close since first year varsity. So as all the pain was getting to real then I decided once again to just let it
be and move on.
It worked for a while until one day he called to tell me about a job advert of a job we regarded our dream job back in school. We both applied, and got invited to write their Entry tests. While preparing for the test, he decided to come to town as that would make things easier for us. He stayed at my place, did some business interests
during the day when I was at work, and we studied nights. We talked and got onto the same page about what we want and how he had been taking his stress about the work suspension on me. I got over it and we patched things up and even made future plans and spoke marriage and babies. We wrote the tests and he decided he was going to hand in his
resignation at the old job as they were taking forever to come to a decision. As his salary would stop when he resigns, we had come up with a financial plan that would carry us through with my salary and savings for at least 7 months while he finds another job.
As luck would have it we both passed the tests and got interviewd and last week I got my offer to start next month.
Following the interviews he went back to get all his things from the other town he worked in, we even went to moving trucks together to go give them the job and paid, found storage he would keep his furniture till he found a place. The night he got there we spoke on the phone for hours and that was it. The following morning I texted and that night I called and he did not pick up, I tried for a couple of days and eventually gave up. I have no clue as to what happened and I just dont care anymore. The situation (clearly not worthy to call relationship) has turned me into a woman I dont like, im insecure, always second guessing myself and really just feel like there is
something wrong with me. The fact that we would have an argument at times and he just goes quiet, has made me feel like I am maybe a bit much. So I have decided “again” that I should just let it be.I have in the past allowed him to always do this shit and when he comes back I just accept it. figuring out what his deal is, is damn near impossible, he will ignoreme straight up for months, meantime he has my pics as pro pics on whatsapp and facebook and will be out there making it seem as if we the happiest together.
I just found out that i am pregnant, while I had the energy to deal with his weirdness, I am not about to let my child be part of that world. What if I let him back in and one day he decided to just up and leave? How would that affect my child? I always prefered to not have kids by different men, as I grew up with a step dad who is probably the devils first cousin and a dead beat dad who has been blessed with way too much sperm. I have so many siblings
I dont even know them all. so a little voice in me says to be a big girl and deal with what I have been dealt, as his problem does not seem to be cheating or the sorts. I am however also considering not telling him that I am
pregnant and just doing this on my own and safe myself and my child from his bipolar freak shows. I’m really not exaggerating, wed be chatting and this guy just goes quiet for days like that. That can’t be normal.
Last night he showed up at my place and believe me he was acting like nothing is wrong. Come with gifts even, and wanted us to go out and celebrate as he also got the job. my frnds say I am being dramatic and like attention way too much, so its just my head because he loves me and will make a great father. I’m convinced he is bipolar but he acts like he doesnt know what that is every time I bring it up. IV watched enough movies to know that, the disease affects peoples lives deeply and I just don’t know if im strong enough to sign up for it…
Anybody have a close one living with bipolar? How is it going? Ladies what would u do? Stick it out or give your baby the life u think will the better one? I am really stuck here…
sorry for the long letter, summarizing was never my strongest.