There is a song I know which is called the Sound of Silence. It is a sad sombre song but is very clear on the deafening sound of it. Death like silence is like a void. Something feels missing. Joseph was dead. The nurse had just told me. His phone was missing, again the nurse had just told me! If that was the case then who the hell was calling me. The caller ID seemed so bright,
“Who is it?”
My husband asked me. I told him it was Joseph and I think for a second he got confused on who Joseph was.
“It’s the private investigator!”
I whispered. Why the hell was I whispering in my own house? I had done nothing wrong and we were alone.
“Let me answer it!”
My husband said! Was he mad! The owner of that phone had just been murdered and his last call had been to me where he said he was running from a notorious gangster. This was all his fault in the first place for loaning someone else money without telling me. We are supposed to be a couple and part of marriage is this. We share everything. I picked up the phone and it hung up. They will call later if they wanted me. What do I do now?
“Should we go to the police?”
I asked him. He looked at me incredulously like I was stupid. He did not have to answer! Go to the police and do what? And say what? To whom? I was so scared I was not thinking straight. This man had killed someone in a hospital so you tell me, how much more public a place did I need to know the strengths he would go to. Maybe my husband should just forgive his debts I don’t know. It was just money after all. Just money. I don’t want to die because I could not see past that.
“We are not going to take her out of GBT!”
I declared. She was probably the safest there and no one knew she was there in the first place. Bringing her home meant she could be kidnapped and other things worse than that. Maybe I should go see Nelisa’s roommates friend, the big guy, what did she call him again, Gorilla! Yes him. For protection. How much would that cost? How does that even work though!
“If we don’t take her what if they get to her?”
My husband asked. He was the man in this situation so think like a man! I explained to him how I thought she was probably safe there. He asked me if I could reach out to Lesedi but like i said in the beginning of my realities, the friendship had waned over time. When we discovered her husbands true colours we all pulled away. Now what do I do!
“I am going to have a chat with Chopo!”
At times I forget how connected we are. Chopo was the friend who I said was now MEC. It was a good idea because not only could he advise us but also he could protect us. Ok now I am going to shame myself, Chopo and I once kissed at a party! That’s all. He kissed me, I pulled back. That is the God honest truth. I had distanced him myself back then but my husband and him were very close so I did not tell him what happened. He had apologized and I think it was indeed a mistake because he had been wasted to the point of it being in the newspapers. In all fairness so was everyone else. Sizwe called him and he picked up the phone. He said was not in town but we could talk over the phone. For the second time today we had a phone on loud speaker discussing. We told him the whole story.
“But chief ke go bo ditshe man! That is man is dangerous! I told you stay away from him!”
He said as soon as he was done!
“You are the one who introduced us, I should have listened!”
Sizwe said! See I told you my husband listens to no one. So they all knew each other. That’s what corruption does, all these crooks no each other no wonder why this country is going to the dogs. You can’t trust anyone to do the right thing anymore.
“Yes I know him. He had the right CIDB grading for a project we wanted and Sizwe didn’t. I then linked them up in a Joint Venture to bid for the project. After I discovered that he was a big criminal I sabotaged the project so we lost because had we gone in bed with him we will all have died. I told Sizwe that we will not be doing business with Mthobisi any more and at the time he agreed with me. I got him the clinic tender and I thought everything was in the past!”
He explained the situation. These men are soo dumb. Now this fool, Chopo, on an open line had just told me all his corruption. Haven’t they learned anything from Zuma that conversations can be recorded and used against you if you have them on the phone. What about Oscar Pistorious? Didn’t we all know about him because whatsapp! People evolve with the times!
“Is there something you can do though because as you can imagine chief, this is a bad position and we fear for our safety!”
“I will see what I can do. Don’t do anything until I come back tomorrow evening. We will then talk in person!”
He said. We agreed and we hung up. Now we just looked at each other. The silence between us returned. We could not play the blame game any longer. Solutions were needed. Mapula came in and said she had to go home because her son was not feeling well. She could see the tenseness in the house and I think she had been waiting for the right time to ask. I told her it was fine and I have her money. We had known her son for a long time now so we respected him as family. This will also give us time alone to fix all these things. We needed time alone.
It was hours later that anything of significance happened. I was watching TV and Sizwe was sleeping. I think the stress had eventually managed to bring us down both. I could not even call my daughter but GBT had called and said she had arrived safely and had actually settled in. I was surprised by that because I thought and knowing her she would still be kicking and screaming. At least it had not been strenuous. At least the dead man’s cell did not call me again. I did get a call though.
“Good afternoon Dr. Makgofa I am calling in regards to Joseph Rakgatla!”
A very well spoken man said on the line.
“Yes sir what can I do for you?”
I asked innocently or at least try to sound it. I was dying inside!
“Madam I am going to be frank with you, Mr Rakgatla was a personal friend who was also the private investigator linked to my firm. He did the investigating side of the business for us. The firm has appointed me to be assist his family at this moment. Your name was the last on his call list even after his death if the call records I got from MTN are anything to go by. I want to know why!”
I was shocked! Firm already? What kind of firm? Was I a suspect? No, shouldn’t the police come first before any firms insurance or otherwise. Wait, was it the investigating firm that he worked for? I thought he he had said he was independent now I can’t remember. I was confusing myself though. One thing for sure he had gotten straight to the point as if to shock me. It had worked.
Wait a minute, who was he, he never told me his name?
“You didn’t introduce yourself sir!”
I said politely but firmly. I could not afford to sound scared. What if it was a trick from Lesedi and her sadistic husband!
“My name is Mxolisi Sibani, a lawyer and my firm works out for Cape Town!”
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
Hi bhut Mike and all the loyal readers
My name is Nosipho and I’m from MP but I’m in varsity in FS. I’m studying bsc zoology and it was supposed to be my final year but with the way this year has been going I don’t see any ending in sight. I’m 21 years old and feel so hopeless and depressed. I’ve had 6 exams thus far and have failed each and everyone of them and I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. I haven’t told my parents and I know that they will be disappointed in me since I was supposed to be finishing and here I am flunking everything. I haven’t told anyone how bad I’ve been doing and worse part I have had this really smart boyfriend for the past 3 years and he always talks about us graduating next year and stuff and I can’t bring myself to tell him that I’m struggling too much that I can’t even get one single pass. I used to pass everything, my study record was spotless but this year ay angati kutsi ngiyenteni nyalo. I feel like I could commit suicide, like I would just end everything so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone.
This wasn’t a letter asking for advise cause my life is already in shambles and it’s all my fault. I just wanted to tell someone what I’ve been going through because keeping it to myself is killing me every single day.
Thank you for listening/reading.