I stared at that phone for a long time. She was angry at me for this and my fault was trying to put my family back together. Parents some times catch on late that at some point it is their children who make better decisions than them. Yes, scary as it might sound, one day Lintle will make decisions for her father and I. Sigh, the thought was just crippling. So here I was taking stock of what was happening in my life. My own mother had just disowned me for trying to protect her and my father from making a terrible decision. I was not stupid, Sibongile had to go but things had to be done right. We could not abandon this kid at a time like this because her life had just gone into a dark place and things were about to get worse. They will arrest her eventually. It’s what the police do. The problem would now be where did my father stand in this? Would he try to protect her and be by her side which would greatly piss off my my mother meaning the chances of reconciliation were zero to none, or would he abandon her at her time of need? I know at some point he would regret it and me, as a mother and a woman I think would hate myself for allowing myself to do that.
“I don’t think taking her on a holiday is a good idea but I will support whatever decision you make!”
I said to him. He said he was only trying as neither of us had an answer. He told me that he had booked us tickets on TRAVELSTART and we got a flight for that evening. We were going to Durban for three days. I was not sure about this though. I really was not. What if she runs away from us in Durban? We know no one there so I would not know where to start.
“I am sorry mum!”
A voice said behind me. There she stood there as though nothing had happen. She was wearing a summer dress and it was something that made her look even more girly and young. What I saw her like last night and this innocent image just broke my heart. I had to keep a stern face to show that I was angry. Raising a teenage daughter is like an episode of Game of Thrones, you don’t know when she will betray your trust nor whether to applaud her for being so cunning or kill her.
“Love, we are going to make this worse. This family needs us to stay together and much as I am unhappy with you, I will not leave my daughter to turn out like her mother!”
Sizwe said and my first instinct was OUCH! That was a low blow and way below the belt. He had just said that he did not want his daughter to end up like a slut just like his mother without using those direct words.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”
I asked him.
He asked me defiantly,
“The fact that our daughter behaves like her mother or that her mother behaves like she is her teenage daughter? You tell me!”
I was looked at him jaw on the floor. It hit home. I had that one coming. I wanted to shout back but I did not.
“When are we leaving?”
He said we are flying out that evening so we should pack. I resolved that I was going to go all out to get into his good books but I would rather die before I confess.
“Mum what are you going to pack?”
Lintle asked me. Was this child not aware that I was angry at her. She did not even seem to mind all that was happening around her. She was so excited. She seemed to have forgotten the beating that she received at my hand. She told me that she wanted to buy a bikini and go to the beach. She said there was a shop in Durban that sold the most gorgeous bikinis and I think she called it Wild Rose Boutique! I was not sure whether or not to indulge her on it but her father had said that we needed to bond as a family so what ever it takes. I hate packing! It takes too much time and like any woman I can never find anything to wear. Most of my clothes were for work and the ones I was meant to go out in looked like they were for church. No wonder why my husband thought I was boring. I had to go shopping. I had not done this in a long time. I threw everything on the bed and nothing felt right. Lintle came into the room and asked me why I had to take old clothes to the trip. She was right though, maybe a few new clothes would make Sizwe look at me again as a woman. It’s the one aspect of me I neglected. There would be no time though to go get my hair done and all that jazz and this was I think something I needed badly. I am not saying I was unkempt or anything but I just never focused on that. It’s not thhat I did not appreciate pampering myself but my husband had never encouraged it and often I was too busy to care anyway. Women that send too much time at salons are women who have time and money I always felt. Imagine doing your hair and nails every month, that’s a significant part of your budget and that money could be going to other more important things. That’s what I thought anyway. It was after I put back my clothes in the wardrobe, utterly disatisfied by them that I concluded I had to go to the mall and pick up a few things. Maybe I will surprise them. We were leaving late in any casem
I left the house without saying anything as my husband had walked outside. I went to look for hhim but I did not find him. I resolved to call him on my way there but as soon as I entered the car I got distracted andd concentrated on the road and my thoughts on how things where going down. When I got to the mall I realized that I knew nothing about what was the latest in style. Moreover I had not shopped for a holiday in a long time and this is something that usually is planned in months. I always find it funny though how Durban is considered a holiday by us Gauteng people! It’s a drive aways and an hour flight meaning it’s right here. I picked out two dresses, shorts, a hat, sunglasses and shoes. I figured that we would buy other things there. I had luggage at home fortunately, decent one I mean, not the one from Game.
As I was paying my phone rang. I had to fish it out from the bottom as once more my handbag was full of unnecessary things. Just made me realize that I needed a new handbag. It hung up before I could pick up. I thought it would be probably Sizwe. When I took it out eventually I realized it was the hospital. As a doctor even when you are not on call, picking up your phone is essential especially for your patients. I called back.
“Dr. Makgofa I need you to come in. There is a problem with one of your patients”
It was one of my colleagues and I had to go. This was something I had to do in person. This however had always been the problem with my marriage. My husband knew that as a doctor I had to put my patients first. He used to support this but now it was more like I was avoiding him. Unfortunately that was not true.
“I am coming now now and am not too far. Give me about twenty minutes!”
Fair enough I made it. I knew there was no way George was working today so at least I could avoid that awkward moment. I was done with ten minutes and as I was about to leave my husband phoned and his first question was,
“Where are you?”
He asked me!
“I am at the mall about to come home!”
I lied. At that very moment a nurse walked past me and said,
“Dr. Makgofa, Dr. Kuse is in ward 3 and said you must talk to him before you leave!”
Dr. Kuse was the head of my unit. Even my husband knew that and had met him.
“I see the doctors come to the mall now!”
My husband said. He did not snap nor did he sound angry.
“I guess you had to go check on your lover before you left.”
He said and only then did he hang up the phone. My first thought was to ask myself why I had lied? It really had not been necessary but when I think about it, he would not have believed me anyway. When things fall apart really do fall apart. I rushed home.
There was no traffic so I was there relatively quick.
“Sizwe, I called out as I entered the house!”
He was in the lounge. I was not going to fight.
“I stopped at the hospital to handle a patient that’s all. I am sorry I lied.”
I told him. He just stared at me blankly. Lintle came downstairs and asked me what I had bought excitedly.
“Here is my phone Sizwe,”
I thrust it at him but he did not reach out. It vibrated loudly to signal an sms coming in. I turned it around so I could read it.
“I am in love with you. I am going to fight for you. Your husband will have to kill me to stop me from being with you! I am sorry I got you in trouble. It was not my intention. ”
It read! What had I done? This was from George,
“What does the message say?”
My husband asked!
I looked up at him and I was speechless!
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I am a 25 year old, who is currently unemployed. I am a mother to a 4 year old girl, who lost her father two years ago in a car accident. I am currently dating this 31 year old, who happens to be the sweetest guy ever. He is caring, supportive and compassionate to say the least. We started dating 3 months ago. And ever since we have been talking about the future. As we are both not getting any younger. I am currently studying Bsc Computer Science and applied mathematics with UNISA. Now the problem is he wants to pay dowry and my mom is saying that, she does not want dowry yet, because I am not yet financially independent. She is telling me that I should at least be financially independent and another reason is she got married when she was 21, so she won’t allow me to also get married when I’m still in my 20s. What i don’t understand is that she is still married to my dad to this day, when she married him she was unemployed as well. The question is, is my mom being unreasonable or not? And I do not doubt this guy’s intentions. How do I convince my mom otherwise? Do I do as she wants or just try to get a job as I have been and marry this guy. Or do I just find employment and wait until I’m in my 30s. What exactly am I supposed to do here. I really love this guy. Please advice.