I don’t know why people feel like I go over the top. I only had one child. It’s funny how growing up I always told myself that if ever I had a child I will never have just one. One child means you focus all your attention on that child. It’s an emotional investment heavier than that you put on a husband or a job. You love her with everything that you have. Without that child it feels as though you have nothing else to live for because she is your crowning glory. When you have more than one child you at least feel a need to go on should you, God forbid, lose that child. Sigh! To this end that means when that child is in whatever kind of trouble, it’s your duty and cast in stone that as the mother that you must protect your child. People are quick to say I am spoiling my daughter but I love my daughter. She does not get free rides from me, once upon a time she used to work hard in school e.t.c and was a responsible child. Now that she is a teenager it’s called spoiling whereas many mothers with teen daughters have gone through similar with their kids. It’s part of growing up and a very bad part of it I must add. I hated this moment in life but she will come right.
It was done now. I guess we now had to wait for the consequence. Tomorrow I was going back to work and it was my husband’s duty to find my daughter a school. I think it was a fair trade. I also now agreed with him that we must move but eish, I loved this house. It was fully paid for meaning we could put it on market. It was not just about Lintle but so much had happened lately it just felt as though it was a bad idea to stay here. Besides, what if the snake character knew where we lived. I suddenly becamse self conscious! The things our kids get us into. Maybe I should not go in to work after all. What if they followed me? Was I being dramatic.
“Sizwe we need to talk? In fact everyone we need to talk!” I said. I wanted advice. I even allowed Lintle to be part of that meeting. I explained everything that had happened at the station including the phone call. Sizwe stood up and held his head briefly and funny enough so did my brother.
“Eish sister why are you so impulsive!” my brother said. He was right of course but now was not the time. I needed solutions not condemnation but I kept quiet.
“I think you are right about moving.” a squeaky voice said from behind us. It was Lintle.
“Its all your fault you have no right to make decisions!”
I wanted to scream but I let her speak.
“Why?” my brother asked her.
“At school they say that he is dangerous. I am not sure because he has only ever been charming to me. I don’t want mum to get into any more trouble over something I did!” she said. It was hard not to listen to her because what was happening here was no joke. A debate ensued, with Zethu saying that we were giving in to thugs and fear and this could not be a life. She wanted my husband and I to fight and use the law and what not. Crime and criminals exist in the absence of a willing and dedicated police force. These people did not exist in a vacuum. It’s not that we don’t want to fight them but with the people meant to protect also under their influence it’s very hard to have faith in a positive outcome.
“I can go talk to him if you want!” Lintle said speaking again. What the fuck? Did she think after all this I will give her permission to go talk to those people ever again. Hell no!
“That’s a bad idea Lintle. We are in this position because you spoke to him in the first place. Let your mother and I deal with is. Thank you for your input though!” my husband responded to her. I didn’t even look at her. It was agreed that I not go to work as well because now we did not know if I will be followed. I insisted though because I had been missed too many days. It was true what I was saying and I had never been such a bad worker before. I don’t even think some of my patients would recognise me with all the bullshit happening around me.
“I will drive you to work then!” my husband volunteered. I told them all that I did not need the escort. I will be fine. If he drove me that means that he will have to come and pick me up. It meant I will be stuck with no car all day and that sucks. Ask anyone who drives, the worst thing to go through is not have a car when you are at work. It feels unnatural. I did not want to feel trapped.
Eventually Zethu and Kgosi left but with serious reservations about me going to work. They were against it but I could not stay in the house. At least I had not had any of the side effects of the ecstasy which made me relieved but I still was a bit afraid of going to bed. What I had gone through I did not want to ever experience again.
“Lintle tomorrow you’re not going to school to learn. You wake up early and you put on your uniform because we are going together so we can collect your academic transcript and anything else you left at school!” my husband said to her. She froze for a moment and I know in her pretty little head she asking herself if this was really happening. She probably had doubted our resolve. Yes it was really happening sweetheart. She trudged upstairs and I followed behind her. My husband came up after me and I heard clinking. He had all the house keys. I think it was such a bad day that for me this was funny. I laughed.
“Just in case she tries to sneak out!” he said shrugging his shoulders. I could see he was annoyed at her but humour is humour. He wanted to laugh too. Kids are exhausting. He went to the wardrobe to take his bedding as he was still on the floor but I told him to stop.
“Come to bed!” I told. I was still unhappy that he had tried to leave me but I believe I have bigger problems now and tonight I need to be held. I wanted cuddling. I think I made a mistake on that…
He slid in from behind me and held me. The ecstasy (which I will blame for this moment) sent electricity through my skin. I am the one who turned to kiss him. It was a gentle kiss I think meant to say goodnight. I don’t know what happened next. I was emotional and vulnerable. His mouth felt like it was everywhere at once, torturing me with his thoroughness, too much yet not quite enough.
“Sizwe, no love not today…” I said in my head because I don’t think the words came out. I was in conflict, I did not want to have sex with everything that was happening but at the same time he was…
As he kissed me even lower I could feel his beard scratch my inner thighs (he had not shaved in a few days so it was more stubby than a beard). When your body is already this sensitive it is enough to make that feeling amplified in a sexy way. And then he kissed me with his tongue… there… dear Lord… It sent me trembling all over! All resistance was broken. I fisted my hands in the sheets, clutching for control because this couldn’t happen yet, not yet, not without him inside me, filling me up and owning me.
“Nothabo!” he called me by name. I was so far gone to care what he was on about.
“Let’s make a baby!” he whispered in my ear. Normally I would be on that condom tip, yes even with my husband but not today.
“Yes let’s!” I whispered. I wanted this moment to last forever. I was sweating now, my body shining and the lights were on. I could see every inch of his body but most importantly how hard he was. His dick was hard for me and nobody else. That made me feel so desirable.
“I want you on top!” he whispered. Eish, I am a lazy sex mate. I prefer him doing all the work but today I had the energy for it. He sat up in a sitting position. I sat on him, legs spread over him, my hands on his back. He guided Junior into my honeypot and I involuntarily uttered,
“Tjo mma wee!”
There is no time to be embarrassed but I know one day I will remember it eish. It felt bigger than it really was but when your senses are heightened everything feels like that. He thrust hard and fast as I gasped and bucked instinctively in the most amazing friction ever known to man and woman. Valentine’s Day is just a few days away and if you are not experiencing this then I promise you God has deserted you! Unless you’re too busy watching “Think Like A Man Too” of course! Again it felt like the longest sex ever but I am not complaining. By the time we passed out I was well spent.
I was exhausted but I slept with a smile on my face.
In the morning I woke up before my husband as I was going to work. He was still lights out and a smile clearly on his face. He had gotten laid and laid beautifully I must add. I bathed and got ready. When I walked out my door I saw there was a note on Lintle’s door!
I already knew! This child I swear is a test from the devil!
I am sorry mum and dad, but I really need to fix this. I know you said I should not but I will be fine. Please don’t hit me when I get back. I don’t want you in trouble over what I did so I am going to beg him to let you go. Now you even have to sell the house and I feel bad. I will never forgive myself.
I read that note ten times I think and this child honestly, ngwana o omphetsa maatla!
****** The End*******
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for the wonderful blogs.
I have been dating my boyfriend for six years now. We have a one year old child together and he is the best father ever. I have met his parents, siblings and friends several times. He was until a month ago the best man I ever met. He works in Johannesburg and I work in Pretoria. He is from Vryheid in KZN. A month ago he came to my place with a ring. He told me that reason he had taken so long in proposing to me is because he has another wife at home. The wife has two kids. I thought he was joking. Why had I never seen the signs? I blamed myself. I hit him even. He has never cheated on me because I was the other woman. I know where he is every second of the day except when he went home which is probably once a month and for a weekend. I was the side chick all this time and now he wants me to be a second wife. My confusion is in that he really is the most loving man. After I hit him we didn’t speak for a week. He called every day many times but the betrayal was too much. When we started talking again I asked to speak to the wife. I wanted to apologize for my part as I didn’t know. She said she knew about me for years and her husband always had her blessing to get a second wife. Believe me I was stunned. She sent me pictures of her husband and me from years back and it was her who said that he had to marry me now because it had become too long. I am so confused right now because what kind of bullshit is this.
I love this man wholeheartedly but can I ever forgive such betrayal?
What would you do? What should I do?