The drama in my life! Now I had a long lost father whom no matter whom you are, if you were in my issues you too would feel guilty about what had just happened. I know I felt guilty. Wow. Who could have thought. My mother asked my uncle how she could contact him and he said something about him fixing shoes at some shop when he met him. My mother asked how that was possible because when he left her he had been a book keeper and was completing his accounting. My uncle said he did not not but suspects that my dad never fully healed after his ordeal. My mother started crying and my uncle told her crying won’t change anything. He said he would go look for him with her if she wanted but she said no, it was something she needed to do alone! She was still angry at him for not telling him the day she found but my uncle is a frank person. He asked her why she stopped looking for him in the first place when he went missing! He said he remembered too well how she gave up on him and said he was a typical man that’s why he left. Some people do not like hearing the truth told to them and my mother is one of them. She started shouting at him saying they never supported her that’s why things could have been better. He asked her how they could have because she is so proud, she thinks being a strong a woman means you can’t accept help even from your own family. I think it was my turn to leave. I should not be hearing such things being said of my mother even though they were true. She was proud. All single moms are and most of them carry a chip on their shoulder. Was I going to be like her? I hope not.
I went to my sister and asked me what had happened. I told her about the conversation and she laughed. She said this was too much for her and she could not believe this happened in real life. She said we should have gone to an episode of Khumbule’ khaya something I did not find funny at all. To my sister everything was a joke. It was a light hearted moment. This was devastating for me finding my father and finding him like this. I just wanted to cry. I went to kitchen and took the mop so I could clean the water I had missed him with. The though of what could have happened really haunted me. My mothers tjambok was also still lying there. What had happened to him? Clearly he had walked here so why hadn’t we tried to follow him my mother and I. We were cruel people that much I don’t doubt. I was cooking so I decided to focus on that. My mother would be hungry soon and she get cranky when hungry. Around. 9pm though she had not come out of her room. I went to check why because she was past here usual supper time but she said she was not hungry. She also said this coming weekend we were all going to church. Here we go! It’s never late! When something goes wrong in a black persons life church is the answer! I did not argue though because she tends to change her mind because normally she is too exhausted after it! I didn’t mind though. I needed this.
I had bigger things to concern myself with. I had to prepare myself for the maintenance thing. I did not want to be guilty of being under prepared. What does a woman even take to court? I had not researched that part? I was told most men are clever because they come prepared that’s why they pay less than they should! Also if you have a male judge he will probably be lenient on his fellow brother! I did not want that! As I was
“You must come in for work tomorrow!”
The message said. It was from my new boss. I was so excited.
I wanted to go tell my mum immediately but with the state that she was in I was not too sure about it. I needed money for lunch and the works. I doubt my sister could drop me off because of Amo and the traffic in the morning. I was on my own. The thought of myself getting a licence though is a nightmare! It is so flippen expensive and no matter what government tells you, you can’t get your license the right way! That much you can forget! They are corrupt the government themselves and they have to tell the people who work at the traffic department not be corrupt! Like how does that work? Everybody knows at least two people that boight their licences and it was time I bought mine. I cough drive but I was not perfect like my sister as I did not have enough practice. Oh, and one day I was going to need my own house! Yes definitely! See a job gives you that license to dream. I went and told my sister and the first thing she said was,
“What if he is changing his mind about the job?”
This girl is so uncalled for but I did not want to piss her off because of Amo. I played along and I told that was scaring me too. She just loved negativity no wonder why she was suicidal.
In the morning at 0430 I was up. I know it’s early but I hardly slept. My mother told me to calm down but eh guys it was my first job. I was at the office just before 0700 and guess what, we only started at 0800. Of all the days in the world it decided to be a very cold day and there I was dressed corporate, pencil skirt and jacket! I was so cold! Eventually everyone came and at this stage I was frozen to the bone. The reception got here first and she saw I was freezing. She gave me coffee. I hate coffee but with the way I was right now if you had given me hot piss I would have drunk it. I was directed to H.R and when I got there I was told I had to do my paperwork and get registered for tax. I felt important because your first job and also your second I.D. Number. If you don’t have a tax number you might as well not exist. Simple as that
You know when you go to university you expect to make a lot of money when you start working. Well that’s not the reality. Half of all students in university are in the Humanities meaning chances of them getting a job are so slim. Why? Because all they aspired to do was get to university without thinking this shit through. You now have a degree, are three years older, you paid that much amount of money for university, now you can’t get a job! BA in Philosophy? Really! What do you want to tell us so bad you had to go get a degree in it! Some degrees must be banned!
Another guy was starting work with me that same day. He kept on talking to me and he was flirting with me. I was very polite at first and told him to back off but this dude was relentless.
It was when he smacked my ass, just imagine that I lost it it.
“Listen here you fucken son of a bitch, I don’t know what kind of father raised you but stay the fuck away from me!”
I had my back to the door and at that moment from behind me someone said,
“I am that bitch who is his father, what has he done!”
I turned around to see my boss standing with his arms across his chest quite bemused!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
**Hey guys today’s chapter was inspired by the following letter***
I graduated in a bullshit philosophy degree and 2012. I struggled so hard to get a job and eventually I got pregnant. My mother was already angry at me for having wasted her money at university and getting pregnant made her hate me. Baby daddy left at three months pregnant. I had no money meaning she was now taking care of my baby who as though I was bewitched was also so sickly. He is ok now. Eventually after a thousand applications begging and grovelling I got a job. Whilst the job paid a decent salary it was barely enough. I continued applying and not one company accepted me after I started working. With the money I am earning I can hardly afford UNISA meaning I would have had to stretch out my degree to make it cheaper. My boss seeing my desperation (he owns the company) made it clear to me that my job would include taking care of his sexual needs. He said it me directly. I thought I was clever and reported him to CCMA etc and they told me that with no evidence its a lose situation. A letter was sent to him and he told me again to my face that if the offer was too vile I can go find employment elsewhere. I need this job so badly. He told me that once a week I have to come with something for us to do if I was staying in the job. He will never approach me, I had to approach him. This way it will never seem like he is forcing me. I have reached a stage where every thursday or friday I blowjob him or have sex with him. On his side he has started to pay for my UNISA. At first my pride wouldn’t allow but I am now halfway through my HR degree through his money and sucking his dick! I tell myself this is temporary and I have told some of my friends who are all unemployed and looking and they all say they wish they were me! I am not even angry at him anymore, he talks to me like normal and treats me like a princess even. My contract was up for renewal and he let go of another guy who was more experienced than me but kept me. I won’t lie I cried because I was grateful that I was retained as things are tough at home.
Dear Mike, please ask your readers is this is normal and if any have had to grant sexual favors for jobs. Please ask Jackzorro and Bhejane (I think he is a guy) that if they were women, in my shoes what would they have done? I know my letter is long but I really would like to know if I am the only woman in this situation.