Every woman wants a man who can defend you and himself. We want a man who is not bullied by other men because if he is, how then is he a man. West African men are popular not because of their of their money, which frankly speaking if you ask me I don’t think they have, but because of their physical size. Something about knowing that my man can handle his business just make a woman all soft and moist. That assuredness of knowing in a fight he will fight to the end and be the last one standing. This however does not count if you see your man fighting on behalf of another woman. No! Don’t get it twisted! What if he get stabbed fighting for her then what? The sex appeal only goes as far as he is defending you and only you mxim. We don’t want a man who is a brawler and always fighting. That not dignified. Why was Sizwe punching the sugar daddy?
“Do you know how old she is?”
My husband asked angrily.
“Stop it you not my father!”
Nelisa screamed which got a her a hard klap from the mother. I swear I felt her body vibrate from the impact. She was stunned! He was stunned! I was stunned!
“This is what you ran away from home for? To be used by old men really Nelisa! This what I raised you for?”
The mother cried. I could feel her pain. No one raises their child to be a scuftin. This kids don’t realize this at all so long as they have their weaves!
“I didn’t come because of that! That woman would have killed me?”
She said in her defense!
“Of course she would have killed you! I would have killed you too for sleeping with my husband!”
“Don’t you have a wife?”
My husband asked Rodney on the ground whose nose was bleeding now. Rodney did not say anything but he stood up and walked away into his car. For a moment there I thought my husband would hulk up and smash because he thought he was the hero right! This was so embarrassing though. No, it’s not because I am uppity but your husband brawling in public as though he was a common drunk. The security of the place arrived at that moment to ask what the commotion was about. We said everything was fine.
“Nelisa take us to your room now so Sizwe can clean up!”
Her mother said. She was still holding her cheek where the klap had landed. I don’t know if it was because she feared her mother, which I doubt or if it was out of respect but she complied and led the way. In the lift it was tense and no one said anything. We followed her to her room and she opened.
“Where is your flatmate?”
I asked her just to break the tension and she responded saying she had gone to see a friend of hers called Ayanda in Braam so she might be sleeping there. Could not help but wonder if Ayanda was a guy because I had half expected her to say that big Nigerian man. Is that not what this world is about now? Young girls and sugardaddies and there is no more shame in it anymore. If you a parent and you send you child to UJ and Wits what do you expect is going to happen? You reap what you sow.
“Who is that man Nelisa?”
Her mother asked her. I wanted to tell my husband that we should leave and it was not our place to be part of this conversation but this was his child too.
“He is my boyfriend mum and yes he is married. He treats me well and gives me money. I love him!”
She said. I don’t think she was saying it defiantly. She genuinely meant it! These fucken delusional young girls think they have it all figured out!
“Are you not even ashamed to say that! You are a smart girl why do you insist on doing such things?”
The mother asked. I actually felt sorry for her. You can’t change these girls minds once they think the money starts coming from the sugar.
“You know how I left home and am not coming back. Am going to school so that’s all that matters!”
She said and sat down.
“If it’s about money don’t worry I will pay for you for everything you need!”
My husband said offering his 2c. Say what? He wanted to pay for this little whore that goes on her knees to suck old people dicks was he crazy! Over my dead body. Yho shem that day my ancestors will walk out of their graves naked and cause havoc. I almost burst out and said it but she said for me,
“I am not a whore! I don’t do things for money. I like the man and you can’t stop me! I know my rights!”
Do you know how many kids like using that line? What rights do you know about if I am still giving you pocket money. I smiled inwardly as I thought at least my child was in a child prison as I called it. What a messed up gene my husband had though ah! One daughter a deliquent the second a glorified prostitute. Imagine that. He must be so proud of waving his toy around because it surely knew how to cause havoc. If he had a son I am sure that boy would be in prison.
“I don’t need your money. If you don’t accept then you don’t accept me. He pays for my place so I don’t need you. You were not there in any case for me nor for Nozipho so what do you want? Why do you want to pretend to be a father? Who the hell do you think you are arriving like this making promises!”
She said standing up angrily. This was I was not going to enter it. He is the one who wanted the daughter so much now he had her!
“It was not by choice! These things happen!”
He said sheepishly. What a stupid moron? If all these abandoned single mother raised kids confronted their dead beat father’s what do you think they would say to him? It can’t be pretty that’s for sure!
“If it was not by choice what was it then? Why did you leave your daughters Sizwe?”
I asked him which startled everyone because hitherto I had been so quiet! I had been curious about this since these girls entered our lives. There was just a darkness about this girl which seemed to cause problems when she was around.
“Baby now is not the time for such a discussion!”
My husband said. He had not called me baby in such a long time even I was shocked. Now he remembered me? I wanted to know!
“Come on Sizwe it’s a simple question which I am sure all the females in this room want to know! Where were you when she needed you? You always teach Lintle about responsibilities so answer!”
I said also getting angry. Men who abandon their kids irritate me a lot. If I could have things my way they should all be sterilised! He was my husband yes but he does not get to be forgiven by me on this one! No! He must answer my question otherwise I will not recognise him as a man.
“You want the truth?”
He said straightening himself up of which I nodded in agreement and folded my arms across my chest. He cleared his throat and turned,
“Because she married another man. I loved her so much it hurt. She chose another! How could you do that?”
He said looking at her lovingly!
Why had I even asked? He clearly still loved her!
I’m a 30 year old independent lady with a good job and a single beautiful
dark lady;single mom to a 6 year old beautiful daughter! To cut the story
short ; Meet this good guy ; oh wait pretended to be a good guy. He was not
working at that time sponsored him now and again even the job that he has
now the money for Petrol to attend that interview got it from Me. He’s a
single parent his ex girlfriend who is working in China or something oh
wait the daughter is supposedly now his but his niece recently decided to
Dig into his past which I don’t Regret doing it 1. Recently Found out he’s
married to the mother of his kids but he’s denying it I’ve even created a
fb account to stalk him he is indeed married.
2.the niece is actually his biological daughter but he’s denying it even
now that it’s his daughter who does that?
3. He owes me a lot of money but now he’s turning my fiends against me
saying that he wanted to break things off with me and now I claim that he
owes me money and I recorded him admitting that indeed he owes me money
4. I know that he doesn’t deserve me but I Love this looser so much
5. I’ve meet this wonderful doctor at work but I’m not interested in him
cause I Love my married LOOSER so much.
6. I want to teach this looser a hard lesson. Do u guys think I should let
I know that revenge can be bitter sweet but if u sit back and watch karma
can be pure entertainment. Do u think guys I should sit back and watch