A lot of girls say that they hate surprises but only if it’s not expensive gifts or things that benefit them. If your man surprises you with a present, money or something nice I doubt very much you will complain about hating surprises. So when I say I hate surprises please take it with a pinch of salt because the surprise I hate is this one! I was not ready and don’t think I will ever be ready for him walking back in like this? Decency would be that I needed to be told! Yes I am not a child that needs pouts, (not the sexy pout you do when you take selfies) no I mean pout in anger! Why had my mother not told me that my father was coming over? I do not find it amusing at all that she could just allow him to rock up without telling me. This was unfair. The whole day she had made me cook without telling me why. I had not complained and done my part. Does this mean she thought I will somehow poison him if I knew he was coming or maybe I was going to run away? Ok fine probably would have disappeared. How could she have thought this was a good surprise though? Come to think of it, my mother does not do surprises, she does what suits her best hence she is selfish and impulsive. She is that parent who makes decisions for you and expects you to do what she says when she says! Story of my life.
We looked at each other, my father and I that is, him with love and longing and me with defiance and anger. I don’t know what it is that made me angry but whatever it is it was from a deep place. He tried to come over to me and hug me but I just had no energy for him. I did not hug back. He was a stranger and I did not know him. In fact he did not know me either. Did this mean I had daddy issues?
“Hug your father back Faith!”
My mother said sweetly but the words fell on deaf ears. Did she expect that after all these years my loneliness would be miraculously fixed. I was not a child your bribe with a sweet but a mother myself.
“I need to go check on Judith and mom the food is not ready, please check on it!”
I walked away with Amo on my chest. I was on the verge of tears though. How could she expect me to be happy all of a sudden. I believe we still need to be re acquainted before she could make me cook for him and call him father. All my life I had grown up being reminded by my mother how my useless father walked out on me. She had never let me forget it and she ain’t the only mother that does that when she is angry. A lot of single mothers are guilty of this, sies!
“Don’t worry she will come around! She is the sweet one!”
I heard my mother say as I walked away. I walked to Judiths room and knocked. I could hear her crying. I tried to open the door but it was locked.
“Judith please open the door!”
I asked her from outside. I could hear her shuffling her feet as she came to open. I entered and opened the door.
“I am sorry about what happened! It’s my fault. I told mom you had run away with Amo!”
I said as soon as I sat down.
“How can you even think that?”
She asked me again. She was right though, how could i?
“But why didn’t you put a note on the fridge or something?”
I asked her and she did not even look at me when she responded,
“Since when do we do that in this house? When have ever left notes around for each other! Even if I had, how would you even have known to look for a note on the fridge?”
She asked me and guess what, she was right! Black people do not leave notes for each other! That’s a fact. For me to have expected her to suddenly have white people tendencies that would have been a stretch. Amo started crying and immediately Judith stood up and took her for me! This child was hers, not mine! Immediately he went quite. I actually felt jealous because my child was more attached to my sister, a person I clearly did not trust. I was failing as a mother.
There was a knock at the door. My mother came in and told us we were being rude we must come join the guests because they had come for me. She did not apologize to Judith at all nor acknowledge her tears. How deep was this though? Clearly we had been both wrong but usually in black families, a parent never apologizes for disciplining her child.
“I am coming.”
I responded. She left and I turned to Judith and asked her if she was coming too.
“You want her to hit me again!”
What a question! Wow! I looked at my sister and again something I had not considered hit me,
At what age should parents stop hitting their children?
I am too old to be hit meaning hell no should my sister be hit! It had not crossed my mind but the disrespect in this moment was actually quite profound. She was a grown woman talking about marriage and here she was still being treated like a child. My mother seemed to be turning against her favorite child. What had changed so much thought in that time?
“Ok if you decide to join us that would be nice!”
I said as I left the room. I took Amo because he was going to be clutch in there when I wanted to ignore.
“Ah Faith, I thought we had raised you wrong not to come greet me like this!”
My uncle said in that strong steady voice of his. In my haste to run away from that hug I had actually not greeted him. This was a no no. For one, black children greet elders but secondly and more importantly, the patriarch of any family is usually worshiped. This is like one of those cardinal sins actually.
“No malume I was just overwhelmed. It’s a lot to take in!”
I said talking about my father as though he was not there! I looked down, a show of humility I guess and it seemed to work.
“I know what you mean child but it can’t be helped. This has happened and is happening now so let’s make the best of it!”
He was right about one thing, this was awkward! Very awkward.
“You mom and I need to go buy food since you didn’t cook!”
He continued and stood up immediately. I smelled a set up but I could not point it out to them for fear of being rude.
“We will be back just now?”
My mother said and walked out with my uncle. This was not working for me. I needed to get up and leave. Amo was playing and I could see him looking at his grandchild adoringly.
“I am going to my room. I have nothing I want to hear from you!”
I said rudely and coldly.
“You are my daughter so sit down and listen to me!”
He said snapping at me!
Hawema! Look at this nigger trying to be great! I did not stand up though.
“I am sorry that I left you like that. It’s was never my intention. As soon as I found out I came. It’s not the easiest thing to do but you will always be my daughter!”
Maybe I was being too harsh! At that very moment there was a knock at my door! I went to open and there stood my boss!
“Is she pregnant!”
My father walked to the door to find out what the commotion was about!
“What is the old man doing here asking if you are pregnant?”
My boss stood frozen. He had not expected for a man to be here!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hey Mike and Fellow Readers.
Thanks for the morning dose, your stories never disappoint.
Here’s my problem, its a bit long and would probably bore some people but please bear with me.
Thing is I met this guy early last year, and we hit it off. This guy had just left church, he ‘was’ a born again Christian. I am this guy’s first everything, first girlfriend, first to sleep with him and etc. This guy is in his late 20s to be precise.
Last year we went somewhere, and some guy bought me and his friend’s girlfriend wine. When he asked me where I got the wine, I lied about it, and told him I bought it with my own money. Well he bought the story until this year when someone chose to tell him, well he dumped me for that(I really thought it was a small issue), we got back together, and two days later he broke it off with me again, saying I’m a liar and that I’m not what he thought I was. Now two days after he did that, he dated a girl 10years younger than him. After I spoke to him about how much I love him, he dumped this girl. We spent the weekend together and fixed things. Now a day after that, this girl sends him a message telling him how he curses the day he met him and how much he hurt her. Well this guy blamed me for everything, and said if I didn’t lie he wouldn’t have done what he did. He feels bad for this girl and wants to break it off with me to go back to her. I love this guy so much guys.
I am out of things to do, should I move on or what? Or should I fight for this guy?
Eish guy Lerato Le Boima.
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