I won’t lie I did not know him well but if I consider what had become of Lesedi then I had to respect and fear him. She had always been one of those strong independent women and I suspect was cheating but she never shared her secrets with me at that level. In the circle everyone knew though that Lesedi had become the thug of the group because of him and no one wanted to mess with her. If someone like Joseph could therefore be intimidated by him then definitely all they had said about the man was true. Joseph when I met him was. This tough short guy who could handle himself in a fight but the one he sounded on the phone he was like a little boy hiding in a corner. This was so confusing. This time no more secrets, I needed to go speak to my husband. I called him and he said he was still at home but wanted to leave. I asked him to wait for me there and he agreed.
I left Milpark and headed straight home. When I got there he said he did not have tome could we talk later but I said no. I asked him to sit down. I had to be tactful about this.
“I want to be honest with you since we have agreed to renew our vows.”
I told him,
“I don’t want secrets to come back and haunt us. I asked a private investigator to find out if you had any more children and that’s how he discovered Nozipho!”
I said to him. That story had basis because we had already discussed a bit about it. He laughed and put his hands on his head and called me sneaky but crafty. I think he was expecting a back lash but that’s not what I wanted. We had bigger problems.
“I did not know you went all out to nail me Nothabo. I am really bad and I am sorry. You could have asked me!”l
All men when you catch them always try act the saint by saying had you asked me I would have told you which is far from the truth. Had you asked them they would have made a lie.
“That’s not the point. My private investigator in his job also discovered something else. The police are building a case against you and if you don’t take this seriously you will lose everything, we will lose and everything and make no mistake about it, you will end up in jail!”
I said to him coldly so he could see how serious I was.
“…but… I don’t… But for what?”
I know when my husband is lying and at this point he was not! He genuinely had no idea why but I did!
“Listen, my private investigator found himself in the clutches of Mthobisi Jumbe and they almost killed him for it. It’s not a joke this is serious. He is in hospital right now!”
At this point my husband stood up and crouched as though someone had punched him then stood straight again, hands on head again.
“What have you done Nothabo? What have you done?”
He walked to the window and looked outside via an angle as though he was checking to see if someone was looking at the house. He was scaring me!
“Did your investigator tell him who sent him?”
I asked back,
“Mthobisi you stupid woman, tell Mthobisi o fuck fuck fuck!”
He said. Ok firstly I was not stupid and secondly why was he being dramatic.
“I don’t know! I didn’t ask?”
“We need to go see him? We need to find out immediately?”
He said. I could just call him. Why was he being like this now?
“What did you and Mthobisi do that’s making you so scared?”
I asked him. I won’t lie there is nothing attractive about seeing the man who is supposed to love and protect act like a little bitch the way he was doing. Where have all the real men gone really?
“I didn’t do anything, he did. He borrowed money saying that he was in a mining project. I believed him. He disappeared. I called him to ask for it. He told me if I ever asked for it again he will kill me. I thought he was joking only to find out that he was the real deal!”
He explained quickly. Found out how! Had he killed someone? Had my husband been part of it? Now I was so confused. I should never had hired that private investigator now look at the mess we were all in.
“How much money did you lend him?”
I asked him.
“R1.5m from the clinic tender.”
He said casually as though it was a matter of fact! That’s a lot of money! Even for us! Say what!
“You did not tell me that you gave someone so much money? Really!”
Women! Control your husbands. Most of them do things without consulting us. I know am not the only married woman who has the problem of her man treating her like she was a child and she could not speak for herself. It’s a fact, all me do that. They want to control us in every way. That’s what I was fighting against now and it was my fault for allowing him to do things alone and unchecked. I shared the blame.
“Since when have you been interested in what I am doing. I know enough medicine to be a doctor right now because that’s all we ever talk about. When last did you ask me how was my day and actually meant it? Come on now! Stop acting like you would even have cared if I told you at the time.”
He was right. We don’t talk much. It’s mostly me gossiping about work and in all fairness it’s not even a lot of things I say in that situation. He was right. We had stopped communicating a long time ago but is that not what’s true about most marriages. Everything becomes routine.
“I am not a criminal! I am too much of a coward for that. You know that. I am above board and if the police are investigating me then it has to be because of the loan.”
He said sitting down. Again he was telling the truth. He was stupid and naïve that’s what he was but not a criminal. So not only had that thug stolen our money he was now possibly threatening our lives by it.
My phone rang and it was a number I did not know. It was a landline so I picked it up. It was a hospital in boksburg.
“Am I talking to Dr. Makgofa?”
The lady on the other line said.
“We found this card in Mr. Joseph Rakgatla’s pocket. Do you know him?”
That was the private investigator!
“Vaguely yes why? What is this about?”
I asked. Why were they calling me? I had just spoken to him.
“I am afraid he is dead. Someone came in and cut his throat. We are trying to find next of kin because we did not have all those details and whoever killed him took his phone! Can you give us any information?”
My attention had been lost at the ‘cut his throat’ part.
“I beg your pardon!”
Was all I could say. I do not remember ever giving him my card ever. In fact we last had business cards from work over a year ago. Where did he get it? My friends used to have them though, I know I could also have given…
Was this a warning?
My husband who had been listening to this call since I put it on speaker then said,
“We need to get Lintle out of GBT!”
He said suddenly.
“She is not safe there!”
He said standing up!
Who was the fool now?
And then my phone rang, the caller ID read,
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for reading my letter and for being my companion on m sickbed.
I have a problem. I have been married to my husband for 14years. We have three kids the eldest of which is 16. The last year has been tough for us because I have cancer and my doctors say it’s terminal and probably won’t last the year and I have accepted it. It’s been tough on my family but I believe they too are starting to see the inevitability. My husband has been loyal and faithful to me from day one. I have never ever had to fight off affairs or other women. He says he won’t remarry but I don’t want that for him. He is only 41 and has a good post in government. I want the best for him. I know it’s not normal what I am asking for but its something I have given a lot of thought to. How do I help him find a good woman because I want to leave him knowing he is in the right direction for his sake and our kids sake. He has never been a ladies man and I don’t want him bringing a disaster home.
Thank you for your time and God Bless.