As a doctor we are often briefed on drugs and so on. A lot of people don’t actually realize that drugs are not an American thing. They are everywhere and young people are using them more and more in South Africa. It’s like the richer we get as Africans the more stupid some of us become. It’s not an insult, it’s just how things are. We do not know how to use money and when we look for the next high we go over the top at times. In South Africa the first thing people think when they hear drugs is probably Nyaope or wonga but that’s what you see on TV because they just love to show poor people doing bad things. The truth is, in surbubia drugs such as cocaine have really had a huge impact. The difference is, these parents have money for rehab so it dies down quietly whereas in the townships it’s more devastating as they don’t usually have the means to get treatment.
I panicked. I know that one of that pill is enough to get you high and that high can last. I immediately called Sizwe.
“Love come home now please!” I told him.
“We are still busy though there is so much we still have to do!” He said.
“Love I am in a lot of trouble. Please drop Lintle off somewhere and come alone.’ I told him.
“What do you mean you are in trouble? I am coming.” He said.
I then made my next phonecall.
“Zethu where are you?” I asked her.
“We just arrived from Bloemfontein. I am so exhausted. That place is actually far!” she responded
“I need you right now. Bring me an IV drip. I am in trouble please!” Then I laid down. I had a problem and a big one. She did not have just one pill, she had a lot of them. I am certain this would make her a distributor. With this much amount she would certainly go to jail. There was no doubt. Where did she get them? Who was she selling to? How come I had not seen this? What kind of a mother was I? This is the reason why I had called people I could trust.
My husband walked in first. No, walk is the wrong word. He was practically running when he got in.
“Baby what’s wrong!”
This was about 45 minutes after I ingested. The thing with drugs like this is that they tell you to take as much water as possible. That’s the best cure according to the Internet. I was not even clued up on the best treatment plan because it’s not something I ran into every day. Google helps. Whilst I waited I had gone through the site. There was a lot of information on it and now more than ever I was convinced it really was ecstasy. It’s a drug that is also hallucinogenic meaning that you see things that are not there and also makes thinks look more colourful and brighter. Well that’s what the Internet says anyway! Thank heavens it said that it was not addictive. I would have died if that was the case. I just needed it out of my system.
“Where is Linhle?” I asked him.
“I left her at the movies with that girl who she goes to school with. I can’t remember her name!” he said.
“Why did I have to come back so quickly?” he asked again.
I took out the plastic with the pills and I put them on the table.
“I don’t understand?” he said looking confused.
“All I see are smarties!” he said and like me he had been totally fooled.
“This is not smarties. It’s drugs, it’s ecstacy and I found it in your daughters wardrobe!” I told him. He stood up and held his head and exclaimed,
“O fuck! Fuck fuck fuck…” he cursed out loud several times. Yes this was a problem and a very big one indeed.
“That’s not all. I took about three I don’t remember now maybe four by mistake!” I said. I could hear my voice starting to slur but at that moment I felt extremely happy and giddy.
“What’s going to happen? Must I call an ambulance?” he asked me not knowing what to do.
“Call an ambulance because I am too happy? Are you daft?”
I asked him then I burst out laughing. This was happening faster than I hoped. Where was Zethu? She should be here by now.
“I can’t just sit here and do nothing though? Is it dangerous? Can you die from this?” he asked me. To me it sounded like he was cracking jokes but I was not going to push him. At this stage I was seeing flames. It is such a beautiful feeling. Is it what these kids go through, wow wow wow. I heard in a distance an knock and Zethu and my brother walked in.
“Nothabo what’s wrong?” she asked as she ran in. My husband told her how glad he was that she was here. He explained to her what had happened.
“A drip will not help you in any way! You will have to drink lot of water!” she said when she looked at me then burst out laughing. It was not funny. Now I was starting to hallucinate. I kept seeing Mthobisi’s face and George’s face! Of all the hallucination in the world why couldn’t I see angels and money! I just had to see the worst things about me because it was me.
“Mommy is a druggie”
Zethu was cracking up telling my husband and brother but truth be told, I could get the joke but it was not funny if I thought of the source for it! By 16 I would have thought she was intelligent enough to stay away from illegal drugs. She was clearly not smart enough to realize that illegal drugs are illegal for a reason. You see, black parents have a problem, we think that if we send our kids to private schools and they speak good English that equates to intelligence! More often than not it does not. Since when was knowing how to twang equivalent to a degree? That’s what we forget. Have you ever seen how black parents are proud when their seven or eight-year-olds speak good English? It’s like they have won the Nobel Peace Prize! This inferiority complex these white people left us with though! We will not be celebrating that much if your child came home and spoke perfect vernacular that much I am sure of! Lintle was not smart and now it was very clear.
“This amount of pills is bad. Somebody gave them to her and it’s not going to end here.”
My brother said with a slight whistle at the end of that but I am not sure because the whistle sounded like he was singing Sister Bettina. Ah I felt like dancing now. Why not? I had not danced in a long time so I stood up and started to dance.
“How long is this going to last?” I heard my husband ask in an irritated voice. I was just being happy. How could he be annoyed by my happiness. I pulled him up and forced him to dance with me. Zethu and my brother were laughing at this stage. My husband eventually found the humor in it and laughed too. See, there was hope after all
“I think we should go. Sizwe please keep on giving her water. She will be fine eventually!” I heard Zethu say. I don’t know what got into me I just walked over to her and kissed her. Right on the lips I kissed her. It was a deep kiss because when my husband try to pull me away from her as my brother pulled her I resisted. Eventually when they did I shouted, “I have always wondered what that would feel like!”
I don’t know if it was the ecstasy talking or what but it felt like the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. Her lips were soft and soft. No other word. I wanted more.
“You better hide those pills. Do not destroy them because the owners will come for them. Make no mistake about this part!”
I heard my brother tell my husband. He took them to the study I think as we have a safe there. I can’t remember.
“Please take one pill!” I said to my husband as soon as they walked out.
“Are you crazy?” he asked me. “You always say that we are boring! Let’s do this just this once!”
I begged him but he refused. What a boring man.
“Will you at least make love to me? Is that also not in your books?” I asked him. I laughed. He came at me and started kissing me. Kids look away now, this part is for adults. I was wearing a long maxi skirt when he pushed me to the couch. Suddenly he stood up and went for the door. Was he leaving! What a loser!?
I thought too soon, he was locking it. He came back and pulled at my clothes like a mad man! Or was I imagining it. When he touched my skin I felt the electricity go through me. I had read this. Sex on ecstasy was more than a hundred times amplified. They were not lying. I had my first ever orgasm with my husband the very moment he entered me. This was that moment. Again I was not sure if it was the ecstasy of if it was because his thing felt so big and my garden so sensitive but it was magic. Why could I not have this moment forever though?
By the time we were done I think I actually managed to orgasm three more times? Is that even real. I can’t remember.
He was exhausted when we were done but I still had energy.
“Let’s go swimming!”
I said. I took off my clothes and I ran outside…
The front door!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for the reading memories you have given us. I started following you when you were on Tumblr and am still here. That’s how good you are.
I am 23 and work retail. I don’t have much of an education and I am not even going to lie and say I was smart in school because I was below average. This is not for lack of trying, my mother was strict and used to make us study all the time. Things just did not go according to plan. I grew up in a good home and as a good Christian girl. I am not just saying it either. Anyway, recently I started dating a much older Italian man. He came to my shop with his granddaughter and asked me for my numbers. I have never had much in my life and I have never asked for much. I know I am dating him for money but why am I not ashamed? There was a time when I felt as though girls who did that were evil and the works but now I am so happy. I can actually afford things and am putting money aside. I know this won’t last but I feel like I am getting addicted to this. It’s a good feeling having money in your pocket and not having to worry about whether or not you have enough busfare for the month.
Can anyone please tell me why I am not feeling ashamed? My mother won’t approve of this but I have food on the table and actually have a savings account to be proud of.