Have you ever the story about some Limpopo MEC or was it a premier who was caught with over two million rand in his house. The story goes that the police arrived at his house and found him trying to burn or flash the money. It’s probably not a true story though because you know Hellen Zille would have grown feathers at the time and made it a huge deal. Point is, why would you want to burn or destroy so much money. It’s crazy right. Unless you are Indian, normal people don’t keep such a large sums of money in the house. You will be too scared that someone wants to rob you or be suspected of crime. The irony is, there is no law that forces you to keep your money in the bank that I know of. If it were there that would be cohesion between government and private sector and I believe unconstitutional. You have the right to choose I believe. With that said, police arriving at my house now, with so much money there plus a cell phone that belonged to the deceased this just felt like a smoking gun.
The lead officer walked into the house and went to the room were his colleague had called him. We obviously also went because stand there would have been even more suspicious. When we got into the room the bag was open with the phone on top.
“That’s the phone sir and it’s sitting on a lot of money!”
“Mqikela, tell the other officers to go outside. Don’t say anything about what you see here and come back here. Tell them to go to the station!”
He said calmly. Mqikela was the one who had discovered the money. He did as was told and left the room. I tried to open my mouth to explain but he put his finger on his mouth a signal to shut up. In my head I was thinking that this was definitely going to be a shake down. They were about to steal the money or something. I heard the officers leave the house by the bootsteps and the door shut. Mqikela came back in.
“Here is my theory, you hired someone to go kill Joseph Rakgatla and he had to bring you the phone as evidence that it is done. When he did you then went to withdraw if that’s even possible all this money so that you can go pay him for his job!”
He said pulling himself a chair to sit down. Funny enough we all had out backs to the door facing inward as we thought we were alone. Where was my brother?
“Officer that is not true. What kind of dumb criminals would we be if we made such an amateur mistake and brought home such a massive piece of evidence into our home?”
My husband spoke out. He was right too. I know there are dumb criminals in this country, like those idiots that robbed the SABC crew but for him to think that lowly of our mental capacity that would be crazy. Another thing that was bugging me was that I know that police were advancing slowly but surely and could possibly track the phone like they had done. However, everyone knows how slow their response time was and Joseph had died this morning and already they were here? Really? Not South African Police! This was a set up by Mthobisi that much I did not doubt. I was not going to jail for that bastard and I would rather die before I too became a criminal. My father will do what ever it takes to protect me and he feared no one.
“Officer I will tell you the truth!”
I said. My husband immediately saidd no and asked me if I had lost my mind. I told him to shut up because this was all his fault we were in this predicament in the first place. He told me to think of Lintle and I told him that it was too late for that because he too had not thought of that. I was doing this for her and I would be damned if I did not try. I told the police everything including who had come to drop this off, the providence of the money, everything. They listened attentively. I was probably going to be killed, ok that’s dramatic but at the very lease Mthobisi was probably going to try to kill me but I had accepted that. I refused to live in fear, watching your back every second! He called the police on us so now he must suffer for it.
When I was done he said he did not believe me! He said it sounded like a convenient story to try and get out of a jam. He told us that we were both looking at at least 25 years.
“That’s what you tell your other people. I am not the black man that hires a lawyer, I am the black man that hires a legal team so get over it with your threats!”
I told him. This took everyone by surprise but why lie. Black people have this thing of saying that they go to jail because the law is racist and I don’t believe that. You go to jail because you cannot afford a legal team that has merit and are not willing to spend money to defend yourself. How is it racist if the judge in front of you is black? Get over yourself. The treatment you get a free clinic will never be the same with you get at private hospital just like how law works.
“You can arrest us now but you wwill have one hell of a fight on…”
Out of the blue I felt hotness on my cheek! My husband slapped me so hard I fell down,
He screamed! I was stunned but he did not even look at me and the cops did not even move.
“Officers forgive my wife she has no manners. What can we do about this? Surely we can resolve this somehow before it leaves this room!”
He was so casual and even smiling as he did this something which made me realize that he was familiar with bribing. As a tender person, I am certain that some of the contracts he had won he had greased a few hands here and there. That’s the South African way is it not. I lifted myself off the ground as I was too scared to speak.
“Before we would have taken it but your fancy wife here seemed to think being in court is a joke now we must punish her!”
He said coldly. I immediately stepped forward to the bag and said,
“Here, Please take it! I am sorry. I did not know that this would make it all go away!”
Mqikela just looked on. I saw a small light out of the corner of my eye behind the curtains by the massive vases we had in the room. The detective moved forward and said,
“We don’t want all of it, Mqikela, take five bundles each and let’s go. Take that phone too and destroy it.”
He commanded th other guy. I estimated each bundle was worth about r20000 rand meaning each would leave with a r100 000. Wow, must be nice! My husband went and took a plastic bag and gave them. They put the money in.
“Madam, next time don’t run your mouth like that otherwise we will not be this nice!”
He said and they walked out. Nice, nice? Really.
My husband had hit me? Sizwe had hit me?
The curtains moved and out stepped my brother.
“Ska wara sisi I caught everything on tape as evidence if they had arrested you. I also sent it to two of my friends to make sure that we have copies!”
My blood literally froze!
My husband came running.
“Tell him what you did!”
I said hyperventilating! This stupid stupid boy! I was so angry! He told him the story but had a confused look on his face.
“This is going to go viral if it comes out and it will now that you have shared it. Why would you even do that? We have to get those phones now!”
He said to my brother!
“What is viral?”
My husband did not answer but he was right!
“I am so screwed Sizwe! I am the one who offered them the money and handed it over! I am the one who mentioned Lesedi and Mthobisi by name.”
I said out loud. I was not screwed,
I was dead!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
I have been dating this guy for 10 months now , i am just going to put it out there, he doesn’t make me cum.. i don’t remember sleeping with him and actually having an orgasm..February i relocated to Jhb i met this guy, we have been spending quite a lot of time together and one day we were fooling around he fingered me and i came..from just being finger fucked nje..i love my main nigga.. he calls me 3times a day everyday since i have met him and i have met his family also..i swear i love him i just don’t know how to make our sex life spicy shem..but i also like my side nigga and I have fantasies about fucking him and i feel like I am gonna give in eventually. i feel like if me and my main can fix our sex life then i wouldn’t even look at other guys apart from him..how can I teach my man to make me cum without offending him???
PS Are there other girls with the same problem with their men?