Did you know that white people probably beat up their kids more than we do as blacks but it is us that are credited with it? We don’t beat our kids in public nor do we drag them by the ear? Go shopping and see the angry faces of those Afrikaners to see this. No one ever says anything about this because well, they are white and we are black! Smack your child in public and see the look white people give you for this! Some will even have the balls to reprimand you but then again that’s them. I say this because parenthood is different. Yes I could have rushed into ICU to look at my sick child but then what could I have done? I am not a doctor nor am I a nurse! What is the point of me going to cry next to his bed? What will that achieve? No, I was better off out here trying to raise money to get this fixed. I doubt very much that in ICU I could make phone calls to get people to send money. I might not be the best mother in the way other women think a child should be raised but make no mistake about it, I love my baby. Most medical aids have a million things which they have exceptions to and before any hospital, private that is, does something, they first check to see if your medical aid covers it. What is the point of treating you when the medical aid can’t afford it? I doubt very much that it works like that. I believed my sister therefore when she said some of the things would not be covered by it. My mother often told us about horror stories where people would be transferred from private to public hospitals because they could not afford. Such is life. Problem with public was that at times the resources were not there to do what was needed. I wanted my baby healthy and I was willing to do anything to get this done.
With Refiloe I had an opportunity to get this money. I was ready to be a snitch. My child was sick and it was time I chose a side and stop protecting those that harmed me. Okay fine, protecting is an exaggeration to be honest but still, I had not done anything to them.
“Her name is Meladi. I found out that she had a baby this week and the baby belongs to your husband!”
I told her confidently. I won’t lie, much as I hated Meladi this is not how I wanted it to go down. I wanted her to suffer but not like this. It almost felt as though I was shifting the fight to Refiloe when I should deal with the bitch myself.
“How did you get the information?”
She asked me. Okay that was not something I expected her to ask. She had said she wanted me to spy for her and now that I had done that she wanted my sources. It doesn’t work like that.
“If I tell you this now I won’t be able to get more information for you. One step at a time. Besides you said you want things that will aid in your divorce right, so rather let me first do that. Moreover I also need to know do that am not doing all this in vain. I have given you a name so let’s see you pay me as you promised!”
I said bravely standing up to her. No work no pay right, that’s what they say. I had worked now let us be paid. I hope she would not call my bluff because I was ready to sing like a canary. Thank heavens though she did not push. She asked me for her details and I told her that those should only come after I had been paid but I had already secured them. I could hear the anger and frustration in her voice when I said that and she pleaded in her own way,
“I am not going to call without you being there. I want you to be there when this happens!”, she said in what was reverse psychology of some sort.
“Wait, you said you will give me the money now if I told you what I found out!”, I reminded her.
“Yes I did say so but I must verify the information. What if you made it up?”
I think this was her now playing hard ball. I had started it so had to play along.
“Really! Why would I make up such a thing?”, I retorted.
“Where are you?”, she asked me. I told where I was and I think she put two and two together and said, “Who is sick?”
I explained my son’s situation and again the tears were coming out. Only when I was done did I realize that she might think I am lying just to get money to pay for my child.
“I am not lying…”, I immediately said when she did not respond after what I said,
“Your husband made a girl my age pregnant. Please come so we can call her together!” I offered. It’s a good thing that when a woman is scorned there is nothing she won’t do to try and destroy you. Refiloe was no different.
“I am coming to you now!”, she said and hung up immediately. I knew she was angry and she would respond likewise. I turned around and there was Aurelia standing behind me.
“What the fuck have you just done Faith?”, She asked me angrily. Shit! She had heard everything I had said.
“I was getting money for Amo the only way I could. I am sorry that it doesn’t suit your standards but my child’s life is important to me and I have to do whatever I can do to make things work!”, I told her.
“I know you do. Do you think I don’t want to help Amo and you? What do you think Meladi will say after she calls her? What if she says I went on to date him?”, she asked me, but I really didn’t care until she said “How do you think Refiloe will react if she finds out you knew all along about him and me? You are not thinking straight? She will not give you anything and in fact will think you trapped her!”, she said and yes that made sense but my mind was made up. It was too late to turn back. She was on her way here and Aurelia would be very selfish if she did not want me to save my baby. I am surprised she had not asked how come I had Refiloe’s number because I know I had never asked her for it.
Before she could answer I saw my mum at last. I was not going to stand here and justify myself to Aurelia when I had more important things to do. If our friendship was over, so be it. I ran up to her and she hugged me.
“Mum I want to see Amo. No one has said anything to me. Judith is just shouting, please take me to see my son!”.
I cried. She said that at this stage it was not possible as the doctors were working on him. I asked how that was possible because of the medical aid situation and she said that she was pulling some strings but it was not enough. In the morning she will go borrow from a matshonisa whom she had already spoken to. Okay, I know we needed money but that was terrible idea. Those people are evil. I had to get this money from Refiloe before I plunged my family into servitude with these shady people.
“It’s not looking good Faith I think we should pray!”, she said. I am not a praying person. I don’t even say ‘Oh My God’ when I am alarmed in that sense. This time however everything in me made me kneel down first. My sister came to join me and in the corner of my eye I saw Aurelia come to us and kneel right there on hard tiled floor with us. My mother prayed for us. I could barely concentrate on the prayer the way I was in tears. I could lose my child. When we were done someone said,
“Sorry to disturb but where is the mother? We need some consent forms signed!”
It was one of the white doctors attending to my son. I immediately said it was me and they asked me to come with them including my mother. I don’t even know what the forms said but at least after I begged him he allowed me to see Amo. I went with my mother and behind the glass in ICU I saw him for the first time. I almost died of shock. There were tubes in him all over. I could barely see him underneath all that. My heart broke. What the hell were all those things inside my son? We were only allowed two minutes before I was ushered out and my mother stayed. As I walked back to reception it felt as though someone had died. When Faith and Aurelia saw me they ran up to me and hugged me. They asked questions and much as I steadied myself I could not bring myself to say it. At that moment I saw Refiloe walk in. She walked straight to us and hugged me as well. Here we go!
Aurelia did not try stop me again when I pulled Refiloe aside.
“We don’t have to do this now…”, she said seeing my anguish but I could not wait. I gave her my account number which thank heavens we were the same bank. Again she said we could wait but I was not about to do that. I took out my phone and gave her Meladi’s number.
“We need to do this together!”, she said becoming serious. I told her I was fine with that. She put her phone on loud when she dialled. This time Meladi’s phone was on. It rang a few times. It was Mudenda who picked up.
He said and Refiloe responded sweetly, “Hello may I speak to Meladi please!” she said. I was not expecting this nice side of her especially with the serious face she had on right now.
“I am going to have to put her on speaker she is still doing something unless you want to call back later of course!”
He said earnestly. I don’t think he even knew that he was being setup. This was going to hurt them both that much am certain of. I think I had bitten off more than I could chew.
“Okay please do because I think it’s for both of you to hear. Happy days indeed!” she said happily. She had snapped that much I am certain of, because what she was about to do had to be just about the cruelest thing imaginable. Wow, even I in my most sadistic moment would never have thought of such.
“Hello who is this?” I heard Meladi ask when she came to the phone. She was cheerful but her voice sounded a bit weak. I can’t place the right tone right now but who cares.
“This is Refiloe and congratulations on having a son with my husband!”
…and then there was silence!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Well done on your incredible work! Mike I have cried laughed and screamed at your work for over two years now and that takes some doing. You are one man that deserves a Bells.
My problem is a bit embarrassing. I cannot get a man. I have been single for three years and in that time been laid once. I am not a mousy person and am rather outgoing. I put myself out there as well as work in a big company with lots of males but no one asks me out. Am 27 by the way. I dress well, smell good etc but whenever I go out with my friends it I them that get hit on and never me. I don’t believe am ugly nor “fat” as am a size 34, B Cup and don’t even use body suits. Ok now am laughing at myself but it is true. I wouldn’t win a beauty contest but I also wouldn’t be part of the bottom ten. Eish what do I need to do to lift this curse from me.
I miss Jackzorro Mike and I suspect it was you so please bring your alter ego back!