You know when your mother in law comes and takes a dump in your kitchen because she does not like you? What do you do? Do you cry because you are so insulted? Or do you beat the shit out of her for the disrespect? No maybe you prefer to just walk away and leave because clearly there is no reason to stay? You have so many options of which all options are something to be honest. I don’t know about you but seeing that woman, Nelisa’s mother, at my house at my doorstep felt that. Why would a grown woman really show up to see her ex-boyfriend at another woman’s house? He was my husband and surely this was the ultimate insult. How was I supposed to handle this situation though? I was not trying to look like an insecure ratchet wife but honestly at this point my ancestors were whispering in my ear saying I must moer the bitch for the sheer disrespect! My daughters rebellion had started the day my husband came back and announced that he had another child. It was all her fault that much I am certain.
“Nana what are you doing here?”
My husband said to her as soon as the car stopped. He did not say it out of anger and actually sounded so loving and endearing. I looked down and sunk my nails into my thighs telling myself I needed to calm the fuck down or else today there will be bra’s and mommy panties in the street. And he called her Nana! I am certain that was a pet name and not her real name. I don’t know women, when you are with your man, no sorry, your husband, and he meets his ex, a married woman and calls her by probably the pet name he gave her when they were together what really does that mean. My hands were wet, just the hands, because I was sweating! I sized her up! She was not ugly at all but I could see that time had not done her justice. She had been pretty in her youth that’s for sure and I could see where Nelisa got her beauty from. It certainly was not from my husband.
“I am sorry to show up like this. I mean you no disrespect but I need your help but I really have no idea where Nelisa is staying”
Ok I was very confused. Firstly how do you not know where you daughter stays but you know where your ex-boyfriend stays. Had this woman been in my house?
“Eh Sisi, it’s too late for that now. How do you know where Sizwe stays?”
I asked immediately. I really was holding back on being rude but this was not making sense.
“I have his business card, I called and someone gave me the address.”
She took out an old business card and because it looked so old it was kind of hard to accuse her of more. I held back but it brought me to the second point! What kind of mother does not know where her daughter was staying. I wanted to hear more. I asked her to come in. She hesitated and I could see she was afraid now. She had not thought this through! I laughed out loud,
“O come on, we are all adults here! Don’t worry. Any friend of Sizwe’s is a friend of mine!”
I said gleefully. The irony that was dripping off those words was like the greed of Judas but let me not go there!
Ok, as women we compete with each other to see who is the better woman by how well our house is set up. It’s true! Don’t be fooled by your mother having dishes meant for special occasions, it’s too show off at the right time. Thank God times have changed though and women are not judged by how well they look in the kitchen.
“Thank you very much!”
She said as I ushered her in. I could strangle her at any moment and my husband won’t be fast enough to stop us! Hell no! This will be like hitting a baboon that has entered your maize field! I woul be merciless and ruthless! She was in my house! Yho! My blood was boiling!
“Oh wow what a beautiful house you have!”
She said as soon as she stepped in. I could actually see the awe in her eyes. I think that’s what made me calm down a little. Bitch had better recognise! Nothing gives a woman more pride than knowing in her house she has more than everything that she needs. Any woman who steps in must envy her. My house was that house! Even my curtains could buy someone’s couch! My husbands ex needed to see what he had upgraded to.
“Please sit down can I offer you something to drink?”
I asked her as she sat. She was very scared of me, good, so she knew who was boss!
“No I am fine. I just need help, I want to go see Nelisa. Ever since she left home we don’t know where she is!”
I told her that I knew where she stayed because I had gone to drop her off. She sounded genuinely shocked by this because I guess in her stupid little head I would be a monster to her child. She was family so how could I have done that.
“Don’t worry she is also my daughter.”
I said. As mothers I guess at some point you understand each other. I told her that my husband and I would both take her to see her daughter. Sizwe who has said nothing thus far looked up for the first time when I said we will go together. He called me to the side and said,
“Love, this is something we have to do the two of us don’t you think. I am… I mean we are… eh”
I know he was trying to say because he was the father! Ga ntsebe botse monna waka! Lol this man! He has games neh! Lots of them!
“Over my dead body am I allowing you to take your ex girlfriend and go away the two of you? How gullible do you take me for Sizwe? Either you do things my way or there is no way! I will show you my true colours! Do you want that?”
I asked him and started to take off my earrings! Men always wonder why women take of earrings first, that’s simple, it’s the first thing the other woman pulls, that and hair. Like honestly I wonder how girls with weaves fight because not only is she pulling off r3500 worth of hair in a fight, but she also damages it.
“That won’t be necessary come on now Nothabo! Really. You want to beat her up now after you invited her in!”
He said trying to guilt me! This man neh!
“Invited her in? She was at my fucken door Sizwe at my house! What did you want me to do?”
He did not want me to raise my voice so I think that is why he said yes so fast! But how could he even ask me if I could stay behind. Now was not the time for that. He had said he was not going with me to Bloem the following day but her being here changed everything. He was coming with me no matter what otherwise I was going to cut off his dick in his sleep and take it with me to Bloemfontein. I am not that brave. It’s the dusty looking women that take our men.
My father called at that moment. I would have ignored it at any other time but I wanted him. He asked me when I was leaving because he wanted us to get this over and done with. He was tired of sneaking around so he needed me back asap. Some of these men though, how do we honestly end up with them. My father for as long as I could remember was the coldest and meanest man around yet my mother loved him to death. Women never ever consider that these gangsters that make them feel so sexy can turn on them at any moment. That was my mother for you when they do turn on you there is usually absolutely nothing you can do about it.
“Papa why are you speaking like that? It’s mum you talking about?”
I asked him. Now he was just being plain disrespectful.
“No she locked me out of my own house because she is angry! I am tired I don’t need this!”
He said angrily. I doubt in his eyes he could see what he did wrong! I told him Sizwe and I would be coming tomorrow. I hung up.
“I said I am not going with you!”
He said surprised I had said that!
“If you can tell me why a hyena can laugh but cannot smile then you will stay behind otherwise I swear to God, I will burn you in your sleep! I am not joking Sizwe! Tomorrow morning you are driving me to my parents’ house! Nana will be with her daughter! Now let’s take her there before I cause a scene!”
I said with a fake grin which was immediately replaced by a scowl. I was not a bad person but this man was making me angry.
“I see I have caused tension. Please can I just have the address. I will go by myself!”
The pretty lady said. Ok fine she was prettier than me no doubt!
“Yes there is a bit of tension unfortunately but I hope you understand why I can’t borrow you my husband. We all going together. I really am trying to hold everything together!”
I told her with honesty. Sizwe looked like a scolded school child! He drove and she sat at the back. We drove in silence. When we got to the parking lot there was no parking close to the entrance we had to park at the very end. I am not sure I remembered her room number but my husband seemed to know it. Her mother looked anxious but I think it was this anticipation for seeing her daughter for the first time in God knows how long!
When we walked out of the car! A few cars down there was a couple standing. The girl had her back to use but the man who was around my husband’s age was kissing her. We could see his hands were under the girl’s skirt as he fondled her buttocks.
“This is what happens in Jhb and why I don’t want her here?”
She said voicing her disapproval and even for me this was disgusting and wrong. The way the man was grabbing the girls butt it was like he had not touched an ass for years. Sizwe clearly looked dazed and I looked at him. I looked at his pants to see if he was aroused! Men! They are so fucken weak! I could see the tent on his trousers rising meaning that little scene had turned him on.
“Useless Sizwe! Useless!”
I said and he saw where I was looking and laughed. It made the couple stop and turn.
I recognized them immediately.
It was Nelisa by the door of the car! she was kissing the old man whom had come to the house with her.
Her sugar daddy?
Rodney I think was the name!
I heard her curse and say,
Sizwe ran to him and he punched him before he could even figure out what was happening!
I was so mad at him!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
Hi Mike. I have a request if you don’t mind, may you please open a group or page, something called “My story” where some of us can share our stories in a non letter like format. Remember the girl with the abortions; I felt that was a very powerful story to tell. I also have such stories but at times for fear of judgement I don’t get to express it.
Ask your readers what they think?
I hope you get to read this. I am in an abusive relationship and I don’t know how to get out. I come from a very poor family in Bizana and because of poverty I did not even finish matric. I married this guy who works for government and he started taking care of my siblings as well and I. At first things were good but when we realized that I could not conceive he changed. I am not even a gold digger because I love this man and what he has done for my family but I know that if I leave him my family is screwed too. What’s worse is that my younger sister is 17 now and I found them kissing. I beat her up and he beat me up for me doing that. Now he is openly kissing and touching her in front of me. She said to me it was because she knew that he was about to divorce me and without his money the whole family will starve. We have two other younger siblings boys. I can’t get a job and am writing my matric next year so I can try get myself an education. He has been supportive of that. I am 24 by the way he is 30. I can’t leave him for fear of going back to begging but I also can’t let him sleep with my sister because I am his wife.
I am so stuck guys what should I do? My sister says she is doing it for us but she is a child. Ever since he started playing with her he is nice again. He changed my brothers schools and they are doing well but at grade 9 what do they know.