Growing Up Relevant

Growing Up – Chapter 47

Money is the most important thing a person needs for survival. We do need love, family, friends but receiving a lot of love from your family and friends doesn’t mean you will go to bed with a satisfied stomach. Having all the love the world has to offer doesn’t pay your fees, debts or even take you on a well deserved holiday. We need money for all the important things in our lives like buying food, clothes, having a decent home, car and so much more. It often breaks my heart when I see the how so many people suffer in poverty. I have never really experienced poverty, I have never gone to bed on an empty stomach or struggled to get clothes, yeah sure I am not rich but I certainly am not poor. Although I haven’t experienced poverty, I know it is hard living under poverty. I have heard of stories where mothers sell their daughters to prostitution or force their daughters to get married to old rich men, because, for them, that is the only way out of their poverty cycle.

My aunt was neither rich nor poor, but she had a decent life that many people longed to have. She had a nice house and a hard working husband but she was never satisfied, she wanted more and more. My aunt’s love for money and hunger for power was going to destroy her and her children. My aunt has 2 daughters, Zandile the eldest daughter and Zama the youngest, she also had a son named Bongani. Zama was only 19 years old and here she was in my sister’s gown and behaving like the lady of the house. I was really shocked to see her and I didn’t know what to say

“Hello Zama, what are you doing here?” I asked, she smiled and hugged me then said

“Hey Hlengy, well I am here because my mother said I should come here and look after Mduduzi because he is lonely.”

According to my knowledge, looking after a man means taking over his wife’s duties, so how in the hell would a mother expect her child to ‘look’ after an old man. Isn’t a mother supposed to protect her daughters from men, or anything that threatens their innocence? Well that is what a normal mother would do but I can’t expect that from my aunt because she isn’t a normal mother.

“Look after him in what way Zama,” I asked, “Where is she right now?”

She chuckled “My mom went home about 30 minutes ago,” she said “What other way would she want me to look after him? There is only one way I can look after a man.”

“You are a baby Zama, your mom can’t expect you to look after a man. All you should be focused on right now is studying and having fun like other kids your age. Go and pack your clothes, dear, I am taking you home right now and I’m going to give your mom a piece of my mind.” I said.

She walked straight to me, looked me in the eye and said “Hlengiwe they begged you for days to get married to Mdu but you refused, so please stay out of my business. I am an adult and I am old enough to make my decisions.”


She paused, honestly I was intimidated with way she was standing, she was standing so close to me it was hard to breathe. I felt intimidated because Zama was really tall and I was short, naturally tall women intimidate me especially if they are tall, curvaceous and confident. Zama was that girl, she was tall, curvaceous, confident, and strikingly beautiful. Well all the women in my family are very beautiful, we inherited the beauty from my grandmother.

She then continued to say “I have accepted that Zandile treats me like a child because she is way older than me, but I don’t expect you to treat me like a child because you are only a few years older than me, so we are basically the same age. My mother treats me like a grown woman, I don’t freaken understand why you guys don’t do the same. Incase you didn’t know, I am a real woman and many men would be happy to have me because I can please a man in all the ways that matter. My mom told me that you don’t want Mdu, so let me have him atleast we are keeping him in our family.”

This child really thought she had everything figured out, but I don’t blame her because at her age I was also sure that I had everything figured out. At the current age I am in right now, I think I have everything figured out but I know that as I grow older I will realise how foolish I was at the age 22 and I will probably regret many decisions I took.

“Zama I’m sorry if you think I am treating you like a child, but I’m speaking solely out of concern. Yes I don’t want Mdu but I do want him to move on and find happiness again. But his happiness shouldn’t be at your expense, you are too young to be trapped in a relationship with an old man like Mdu. You should be allowed to date guys your age, not forced to be with an old man.” I said.

She laughed loudly and said “First of all, I am too stubborn to be forced into anything, my mom isn’t forcing me, she just told me the situation here and I offered my services. Secondly, you don’t get to tell me who or what age group I should date because when you were my age, you were already in a relationship with Philani who was, if I’m not mistaken, already in his 30’s. So sister, I am just following your footsteps and you don’t have to worry about me.”

I couldn’t argue with because all she said was true, when Philani and I started dating I was 19 and he was 31. So I just kept quiet before I said something that was going to make me look like a fool in front of her.

“Where is Mdu? Does he know that you are here?” I asked.

She said “I don’t know, he is probably at work. I don’t think he knows that I am here because my mother said she is going to call him later and let him know that I am here.”

I just nodded and went to fetch my other clothes. As I was about to leave the house, Mdu walked in.

“Hey Hlengy, you are probably here to take the car I promised you ne? Which one do you want to take?” he asked.

I even forgot that he promised to give me my sister’s car. I would have preferred to use the car my sister used when she was involved in a car accident because it was an extremely classy car. Unfortunately it was completely destroyed, so I had to choose between the one she borrowed me and the one that she hardly used.

“I don’t know,” I said “Both the cars are fine and I can use whichever one you choose to give me.”

He said “Okay, maybe we can sell both of them then use the money to buy you a new car.”

Whether he sells the cars or not, I was just happy that I was going to have a car. While we were taking, Zama came and she ran to Mdu and gave him a hug.

“Hey Mdu, I have been waiting for you.” She said in a very excited tone.

Mdu had confusion written all over his eyes then asked “Do I know you sisi?”

I was not surprised that Mdu didn’t know her because the last I saw her was my sister’s wedding and I doubt Mdu would remember everyone who came to his wedding.

“This is Zama my cousin, my aunt’s daughter. I found her…..” Before I could continue she interrupted me by confidently saying

“I can introduce myself Hlengiwe, I don’t need a spokesperson. I am Zama, sis Thenjiwe your late wife was my cousin. Since Hlengiwe doesn’t want to take over the wife duties, my mother told me to come and look after you. I know I look young but trust me I will make you so happy, you will be begging me to never leave.”

My cousin was very confident, but I don’t blame her though, she grew up knowing very well that she is extremely beautiful and her mother made her believe that beauty is the most important thing in the world.

Mdu looked very shocked and didn’t know what to say. He went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water then he came back.

“I don’t know what your mother promised you but I am certainly not going to stay in my house with a person I don’t know.” He said and she responded

“The fact that you don’t know me doesn’t matter. Everything starts somewhere, we were all once strangers to people we care about now. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other and I assure you I am the woman that you need. My mom said it is my family’s duty to look after you and she trusts me to look after you.”

“I am sorry but I don’t need any one to look after me. If there will ever come a point in my life where I need a woman, I am sure that I will manage to find that woman by myself. All I need you to do right for me right now is to take your clothes and go back to your mother’s house.” He said and walked away. She ran after him but he warned her to stay away from him.

“I hope you are happy because this is what you wanted right? But rest assured my dear sister, I will come back for him and he will be wrapped around my little finger.” She said in a very angry tone then walked away from me. I went to bid goodbye to Mdu then I went home.

I arrived home and the girls were not there. As usual I decided to cook, while I was cooking I saw Tsiamo’s phone. We never borrow each other’s phone, so I didn’t know what was in her phone. I tried hard to not go through her phone, but curiosity got the better of me and I found myself going through her phone. Fortunately there wasn’t any password, which was very dumb of her.

I went straight to her watsapp, didn’t find anything interesting until I saw a contact saved as ‘future bae’ and I got the shock of my life when I read the texts.

“Tshepo I know this will be weird for you, but I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I know you have a girlfriend but we can work around that, just give me a chance. A chance to give you real love, a chance to make you happy, a chance to please you in every way possible…… Just give me a chance to be a real woman to you.”

I looked at the profile picture of the recipient of this text and it was Tshepo. Tshepo who was Sihle’s boyfriend and this phone doesn’t belong to Sihle but Tsiamo.

Why was she declaring her undying love for our friend’s man?

Why was Tshepo saved as FUTURE BAE?

10 thoughts on “Growing Up – Chapter 47

  1. Siyabonga Mike & Khanyi. A lovely long awaited treat.

    Hlengy needs to kick Philani to the curb, its not the first time he has been inconsiderate & a douche. Apostle too, he has a dark side to him. I think Mdu would have been the right person, He seems like a really nice guy but him being your late sisters hubby is no no. Tsiamo’s bag must be really heavy from all the coro bricks she seems to carry, thanda kabi amadoda abantu.

  2. Hawu Tsiamo,first it was Thando’s man…now she is after Sihle’s…Nxaaaa dis gal…no wonder she is always advising her friends to dump their man,uyabafuna for herself…u nenkinga serious…she needs help nje…

  3. Tjo some women ba rata go nathelwa evrythn,y can’t she trust herself enough to find herself A man Tsiamo sis

  4. Ooh keep it up this its a must read especially the young women. Where can I get a copy to buy in Johannesburg. These books must be on the shelves of every bookstore in south africa

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