Let’s be honest, when people are educated and in a position of power over you, they let you know it. Even security guards, you can have ten times his education but when you have to answer his questions in doing his job he can belittle you very quickly. Taxi drivers are the worst but let’s not go there. It’s like picking on the evil dead. This social worker lacked empathy. It’s like a mean nurse or doctor, your job is one of caring so how then are you the opposite of that?
“Ma’am please you are making the situation worse not better!” the doctor said to her but she was not to be outdone,
“I am doing my job doctor, do yours! This lady needs to know she is not in control of the situation anymore. There are rules, regulations and procedures that need to be followed, all of which don’t favour her!”, she said, as though challenging me to a debate. What had I done to earn her disdain though? I was about to moer this woman honestly, I was a woman on the edge. She had no right to be this insensitive to such a situation. I honestly wanted to just break her head and teach her how to treat other people but thank God someone walked in and stopped me from that.
“Hi, I am looking for Faith?”
A young man opened the door. I thought he was maybe another doctor.
“I am Faith!” I said weakly then he smiled.
“I am sorry I am late. I am Julius Majola and I am your lawyer. Have you signed anything yet!”
I shook my head in the negative. Too much had happened already and I just did not know anymore. Why really had all the luck in this world abandoned me.
“That’s good, I will take it from here. My client is going to nullify all this rubbish. So many procedural elements have been skipped in all this and I can assure you that she will not only sue this hospital but also the hospital were this mixup was done!” he said very sternly but not angrily. He was very in control of the situation. He was probably three or four years older than me by the looks of it, good looking and a bit on the athletic side. Yes I noticed all that through my tears, multi tasker of note!
“Young man you are ruining and slowing down a process you can’t stop!” the arrogant social worker said. What was this woman’s problem? She thought she shit chocolate. I don’t know if it’s only in me or if other women have it too, there are some females I meet and automatically I hate them. I don’t like them and not because they did something to me but something inside me automatically says ‘enemy’. This woman had triggered that button and I really disliked her. It was not even because she wanted to take my baby from me I just did not like her. Skinny bitch, if I met her in an ally I would moer her just for the fun of it.
“With all due respect please do not call me young man. This is as serious as you get and maybe because it is not you about to lose a baby it does not seem so to you. You can call me Sir, Mr, Advocate always just like I will call you Ms, Ma’am or by any other title you choose. I will not call you by your name because it disrespects your title at moments like this.”
He said sternly again of which both the doctor and her went like,
He was not to be bullied clearly and I felt a bit of relief finally sweep through me. I am going to step out with my client now and please call your lawyers because we are just starting!” he said and immediately I stood up. Tell me that did not turn you on. A strong firm man who was polite in the way he did not take bullshit. My mother also stood up and I could see the smug look on the social worker had been wiped off her face. As we walked out I saw my father. Who had called him now, ah! The last time I had seen him he had told me that Thulare was my cousin. Really, moments after we had been intimate. I don’t know about you but with some of us God seems to be having a laugh at our expense. I know it sounds like blasphemy but here I was, a beautiful intelligent young girl and the man I had fallen in love with was not only my cousin but also and more importantly was starting to look more like a pyschopath. A loving pyscopath at that which made it even trickier not to notice him. Mudenda had sent me this guy I did not need telling.
“I am the lawyer that was sent by our mutual friend. He sounded quite panicked so I hope I am not too late!” he said again, but that was a bit too late now. I knew who he was.
“My friends call me Juju courtesy of the name Julius, and the fact that am from Limpopo just makes it all the more likely I ended up with that!”
I was in too much pain to smile at the obvious attempt at a joke but oh well.
“What are the chances of me keeping my son?” I asked him. I think at this moment that was all I wanted to hear.
“By the sounds of it, I won’t lie, not good at all because a child is not a commodity that can be shifted from one person to the other. Your best bet would be the biological family agreeing for you to legally adopt the son you already have and again that comes with complications” he said, honest and straight to the point. I would gladly adopt Amo it was not even an option. He was my son”
“That’s what we need to convince them on. If they insist on keeping the baby I am afraid no lawyer in the world can prevent that.” he said sadly. I appreciate his honesty and I am not dumb to not know where we stood in this matter.
“Now we are going to go back in there and speak to the couple and see what they want. I suggest I do most of the talking as it’s clearly an emotional moment. I also need to keep that other lady in check as she seems to be hell bent on something.” he said, which managed to draw a sigh out of me. That social worker, I didn’t even know her name. When we walked back in, the room was as tense as we left it.
“I will not be part of this any further I have work to do.” the doctor said as soon as we entered. I think the legal threat had made him want to distance himself from problems. I cannot blame the guy.
“I am sorry about how we got off. We need to work together because there is too much at stake for both sides.”
Julius said when he sat down. Why was he apologizing now? Was this a strategy? The social worker accepted the apology and took out a notepad. She directed her question to Agnes and asked her where they stayed.
“We live in a shack in Orange River!” the lady said. I guess it’s true, you can tell when people did not belong and this did not. I was not being proud or arrogant it was just a fact. Before the social worker could ask her next question her husband spoke up.
“Look, I don’t have the money to fight you for anything but if your son is our son then I want him back. Maybe that’s why our ancestors have not been happy with us all this time mama ka Ruben!” the man said. Dear Lord, they had named my son Ruben. Who does that nowadays? That was punishing a child for no reason whatsoever!
“You can’t have him! I have raised him thus far and you think you can just come and take him like that? I don’t think so!” I said defensively.
“Calm down. Let me handle this!” Julius said very calmly. He had a presence about him that made me comply.
“What happens to the son that you have?” he asked, but looked directly at the woman. It’s amazing how men and women see the world differently.
“This is my son Chuene how can you just give him up like that!” she said.
“But you have seen the bad luck that we have! It’s not by chance that everything we touch falls apart. It’s clear our ancestors are not happy with us and this is the real reason why!” he said trying to convince her to see reason.
“Don’t be stupid man! The reason why we have bad luck is because you drink too much! Don’t hide behind ancestors you know nothing about! My son is Ruben and that’s that!” she said, standing up to her husband, I think. I was not yet sure where the power lay in this relationship. Well, I spoke to soon because he stood up and he said,
“It’s my house, my rules! I say Ruben goes and the new baby comes! He does not even look like us! Who are you kidding thinking we can keep him? These are rich people and they will get what they want anyway!”
He said and walked out. I saw him take out cigarettes so I think all this was too much for him he needed a smoke break. I was now left with the wife and we just stared at each other.
“I have not asked to see Ruben because he is your son not mine. I know what the doctors are saying but how do I transfer my feelings from one child to the other?” I asked her. I didn’t realize I had spoken entirely in English and she seemed confused a bit. I then said it in Zulu and she nodded. She responded, “I also don’t want to give up my son. I will fight my husband to the death if I must!” she said. I think we were speaking the same language. Each of us was hoping for the same conclusion but was it wise?
“We are very poor. If you give us Amo how are we going to take care of him. He is used to eating good food and whatever it is you feed him. Ruben does not have that. Amo won’t survive with us!” she said coldly.
What the fuck? Even Julius’s eyes were wide open in horror. This was not concern in her voice but a warning.
She had just threatened my baby if this social worker got her way.
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I have been dating this guy for about a year and 8 months (it’s not that long I know) we started dating while he was doing his final year in varsity last year so this year I would accompany him to interviews, help look for open posts he can apply for and all that so 2 months ago he broke up with me because he can’t seem to forget that I cheated on him last December and can’t seem to 4get about it, when in honest fact I did not cheat anyway I found out he has been dating some woman from work for the past 3 months and is still denying saying he only started dating her a few weeks back. What confuses me is he’s been making contact with me keeping tabs on what I do with who where when, he just doesn’t give me space to breath and let me move on in peace as he keeps makibg contact. I love this guy so much my own mother evn loves him too. I’ve met his family as well and they seem to like me nd I just can’t seem to move on and looks like he has but because I keep seeing him and I just can’t…please help I really need to move on!