I am not perfect. I had snapped. That arrogant bastard had been rubbing it into my face that he was using my friend as a sperm bank. I am a baby mama and trust me I know what it feels to have a sperm donor and a man use you just for sex. It is not nice. It is degrading and God knows it makes you feel like shit. I do not think Aurelia knew what was coming to her because she was in bliss. Now she was allowing the wife to befriend and even allow her to drive her somewhere what if she knew and she was trying to get her killed. She is a wife everyone will sympathize with her and not stupid Aurelia. Still I know I should not have lost my temper and revealed her secret. This was bad. I tried calling her but her phone was not going through. Maybe she was still in the meeting who knows! Wait, what if Refilwe, my bosses wife had killed her! I laughed at the thought. That was too ridiculous.
When I got home my sister had not only cleaned but she was starting to cook as well. She was wearing an apron and had a recipe book in hand. Amo was in the TV room watching TV if that even makes sense. Ok let me put it this way, the TV was keeping him entertained and he was playing. My sister was even singing church songs, exactly like how my mother does it when she is cooking. Guess there was a little of my mother in her after all. This was a new side of her I did not know. It’s obvious I had to ask who had died. She laughed it off. She was really in a good a mood.
“Now that I am getting married I have to start practicing every day. I also want a baby asap so that he is more committed I don’t believe I want to be that woman who even after five years of marriage will still not have a baby because my career comes first!”
If only she could hear how funny she sounded though. Already talking about career when she did not even have an education. That’s my sister for you, you got to love her the way she was delusional.
“Tidimalo was here earlier on. He said he had tried to call you and actually he even tried to call when he was here but you phone was off!l
That’s strange. My phone was never off today, on silent maybe but never off. I had no missed calls from him either. I called him back. He said he wanted to take me out for lunch and thought he would surprise me. I told him about my day and he said he would come by later if he could. He said his friends were making plans to go to the Durban July and wanted to see if Aurelia and I would be going. I laughed and asked him with what money and who would babysit Amo whilst I was chasing horses. He laughed and said he was asking regardless. I told him I will think about it. When I put down the phone there was a knock at my door! Who was it though?
I opened without asking for some reason and before I could even clearly identify the person I got slapped on my face! Yes, you guessed it, it was. Meladi! Kodwa usathane uyangilinga nxa! I am going to kill this girl some day just watch.
“That is for what you did to my man!”
She screamed. Really! I wanted to hit her so bad but I stopped myself. The last time I hit her the police had come and I don’t want such drama anymore. My sister came into the room running because of the commotion.
“Did you just hit my sister?”
She said looking at me still holding my cheek! I told her to stand down because she would have killed this girl! My sister is violent.
“Did your sister tell you what she did to my man?”
Meladi asked then burst into tears. I don’t know if it was anger or hormones but she was just a mess!
“No she did not!”
My sister said confused. I wanted Meladi to hear it so she could be humiliated further when she knew I rejected her man. I told my sister in front of her the whole story right up to where the guards found him. My sister laughed so hard I am sure she had stomach pains at the end of it all. It was kind of a funny story. As predicted Meladi had nowhere to hide.
I know as girls we get all angry when our men cheat and we find out with who. Even if she is hotter than us or uglier than us the fact that he did hurts so much and we are fuming at this. What we have never considered as girls is how we feel when we know our man, the best thing to happen to us, asked out another girl and she rejected him. He was not good enough for her but for you, he is a king! Ouch! Your best is not even close to being her worst! That’s what Meladi had to think off! I saw the man she put on a pedastal not worthy of me even if he was gagging for it! Her knowing that her man wanted me and I could have him at any time was punishment enough. It’s not even betrayal or vengeance on my part, I had done the right thing by saying no but the next time he wanted pussy she will know it was because he was settling for second best! The truth does not always set you free no matter who tells you what!
“Can I please sit down Faith I am tired?”
She said. She was still angry but I been pregnant before and I know how she feels. I hated her but did not want to kill her. She was going through enough as is.
“No! You must leave!”
My sister said but I told her that her pots were burning and she left. I gave a place to sit! She looked so exhausted. I know when something is wrong so I asked her and no I did not do it because I had to but because genuinely I meant it.
“Are you ok? You seem a bit flushed! Must I get you some water?”
She refused and said her stomach was painful. I decided to go get water regardless. My sister had indeed burnt what ever she was cooking and was cleaning up the mess she had cause there. Typical.
Meladi called out! What did she want? She sounded in pain though so I ran back,
She tried to stand up and that’s when I saw it,
There was a pool of blood on my mothers r31 000 couch and guess what,
It was not leather!
Goodness was that really the first thought that came to my mind at a time like this!
I was now evil indeed!
Michael Nkululeko Maphot (fb)
I’m a huge supporter of ur work from back in the day, if there was commission for recommendations I’d be balling now.
With that said I wana try summarise my story without being too vague. I’m a young lady in my late 20’s, had an okay upbringing yet establishing myself hasn’t been easy. Lost my job last December after my boss had been trying to get into my pants for the last 4 years and realised it will never happen, his reason 4 my ‘retrenchment’ was that aslong as I’m still working with him he’ll never b successful n that’s an accounting firm based in the heart of our capital city (church square). ooh so I’ve been told I have a dark cloud over me n I’l never amount to anything in the world, the story is I’l wonder around till I commit suicide n I got this from different sources, pastors, prophets n ppl close to me claiming to have been told specifically about me including my then boss. Do I believe all this? Being told the same thing by different ppl for years can mess with ones head. As a result I’ve done wat I could then yet it was pointless coz I cudnt bring myself to using the ‘remedies’ b it water, muti or oil. I just struggle with such beliefs. Hence I just pushed it all aside n decided to soldier on. Not to say it doesn’t affect me at times coz it does n yes I do think of suicide a lot but the thought of my daughter keeps me going n I eventually snap out of it.
I’ve been independent since I was 20, wud get small jobs to cover up my expenses n put myself to school as I’d varsity n qualification hop if there’s even such a thing – so I don’t have to stress my parents about me. Long story short, the job I lost was paying for my place, putting my 4yr old to creche (in the burbs) paying for her nanny and putting me to school at unisa amongst other things.
Being a black sista I tried getting a job but there were always expectations from male connects n ofcoz in tendering aswell. I Recently scraped off my savings n opened up a beauty therapy spot for our black ppl yet its been quite. I been doing my bit with advertising n still on it! not giving up. I honestly believe I’m a smart woman n very resourceful aswell, I’m one of those that my people call wen they need things done, social or business. I get things done… Quick! So I just opened up a one stop shop for Entrepreneurs wana be or hustlers on stumbling blocks. All the paperwork you need for your business to get to the next level, not only that, certain services aswell.
I honestly didn’t know what else to do hence I wrote to you, please let me help others succeed in their business endeavours while they help put me back to school and have my daughter back, had to take her to grams ekasi where school is cheaper.
Moral of the story… Its tough out here, but we can do it, all u have to do is start somewhere! Will be listening on the other side for comments, advice n enquiries…