Some conversations are not meant for others to hear. Sometimes you talk about a person and you don’t want them to know, it’s not always gossiping, for example we were talking about Sipho and we didn’t want him to know what we were saying, but we weren’t gossiping. Sometimes a person just needs to vent out, and they don’t want to harm the people close to them. That was Bongile right now, she was just venting out, but she didn’t want Sipho to hear anything just to not hurt his feelings.
“Don’t stare at me Bongile, why don’t you go and look for a more successful man? Why are you talking about me like this Bongi? So everything I do for you and the kids is not enough? Hai Bongile you are ungrateful. Hlengiwe please take her and introduce her to the rich men you know. Bongile I always make sure that you are happy, I help you with the kids because I don’t want you to feel burdened with everything. I always sleep at home, when I go out I am with you. When I go to see my friends I always inform you of my whereabouts. But I guess good men like me aren’t good enough because we don’t make enough money.” He said very calmly but you could see the anger in this face.
Shame man, he spoke with so much passion. He was right though, he seemed like a good man to his family. But that is the problem with a lot of women, we don’t appreciate the good men God blesses us with because we are so focussed on money. We can leave a perfectly good man for a rich horrible man. God help us!
“No it’s not like that baby, I didn’t mean it in that way. I was just trying to show Hlengiwe how lucky she is to have her man. Not that I am not lucky to have, I was just pointing out some financial struggles to her, struggles she might not be aware of. Let’s go and talk in the room please.” Bongile said in a very humble manner. They left me and went to their room. I quickly went to my car to fetch the pizza and the goodies for her kids.
After a while they came back from their room, they were both smiling. I noticed that throughout their argument, they both didn’t raise their voices. I don’t know whether they were doing that because I was there or that was the way they always did things, either way I think it was a good thing.
They both looked at the boxes of pizza, and Bongile asked “Who bought this?”
“I did, I bought them because I wanted us to celebrate my engagement and I wanted to spoil your children….oh we also need to celebrate the fact that in a Month’s time, on the 2nd of April I will be getting married…….. I‘m super excited.”
“On the 2nd of April? But Hlengiwe, Sipho and I are also getting married on the 2nd of April, so does that mean we won’t attend each other’ weddings?” Bongile told me.
I had totally forgotten about the little traditional wedding they invited me to. If I remembered I was going to postpone my wedding……who am I kidding? I don’t have any power over my wedding preparations, where was I going to get the authority to postpone it because my ex best friend is getting married.
“Oh my goodness,” I said, “I totally forgot. I wanted to be at your wedding so badly but now there is nothing I can do. I am really sorry hey.”
She just gave me a nod, but I could see that she didn’t believe me. Maybe she thought I was lying, maybe she thought I did this on purpose because I was trying to avoid attending her wedding. Maybe she thought I was still angry that she stole my man. Yes, a part of me will never forgive her and will never understand how she took my man because as you all know…….Hlengiwe is extremely beautiful!! I am extremely beautiful, actually beauty is an understatement. They haven’t yet found a word to describe my beauty. So I didn’t understand how my average looking friend succeeded in taking a man from a girl like me. But apart from this, I was honestly over this guy.
“You know what we can do? We can go to the beauty spa together on the day before our weddings to get pampered, I will pay for everything. At least in that way we will be part of each other’s big days.”
She looked at me with a broad smile, hugged me. “You know Hlengiwe, I will never forgive myself for ruining our friendship, but I’m grateful that you are giving our friendship a second chance.”
Hold up? I never said I was giving our friendship a second chance. But for some weird reason her words warmed my heart. Maybe deep down I also missed her, I know that my intention for visiting her is to brag and show her that I have a better life, financial life, than her, but maybe subconsciously I missed her. This girl was like family and I loved her deeply, well until she stabbed me in the back and for that I will never mend any friendship with her. I mean how will I trust her with my husband? If you betray me once, there is nothing stopping you from doing it again.
I stayed a little while after that, and then I went home. As soon as I got home, I chilled with Sihle. Before I went to sleep, I tried to call Apostle Bae but his phone was off.
In the morning, before I went to meet Miss Vinny, decided to go and see my aunt and find out how much they were going to charge my fiancé. I know my aunt will try and mess things up for me, that is just her nature. When I arrived I found her doing the most embarrassing and irritating, I was so embarrassed. It was 8:30 am, the sun was shining bright and there were people in the street and my aunt was standing in the middle of the street with some women, wearing her night-dress and eating amagwinya (fat cakes) and atchaar. They were obviously gossiping, and my aunt was the loudest of them all. They were all listening attentively to her, she was clearly the ring leader. I always knew my aunt to be a straatmate, but I never imagined her to be the kind of house-wife who wakes up, roams the street to gossip about people who are at work.
When she saw me driving in her yard, she called me. she introduced me to her friends and acted like she liked me. “This is my sister’s daughter Hlengiwe, she is as beautiful as my sister. Her boyfriend is going to pay lobola this Saturday, he is a very successful Pastor. She doesn’t have a child, she is still a virgin.I’m very proud of my sisters daughter.”
All the women looked at me with so much envy, but I understand my aunt made me look like an angel. She even said I was a virgin, which was obviously a big fat lie. One of the women said
“Good girl, I wish you were my daughter. But God decided to punish me with this silly girl who has 4 children with 3 different men and she is only 21. She is at home right now busy finishing my food. The only daughter I have is such a huge disappointment, she is the reason I have a heart condition.”
I know kids are a blessing, but 4 kids with 3 different men at the age of 21? Yes, I’m judging her because that is a very dumb thing to do at her age. At the rate she’s going, unless she changes, she will have more children with different men as she grows older.
They all commented about their own children, and as soon as they were done we went to my aunt’s house.
“Hlengiwe we are going to have 2 lobola’s on Saturday. So don’t get too excited.” My aunt said before I even asked her anything.
What does she mean there will be 2 lobola’s? Does it mean that someone is going to pay lobola for my cousin? I knew that my aunt will try to steal my special day. I don’t even have to make my man pay lobola to my aunt and uncles because they didn’t raise me, I was just doing this because I was showing respect to my late mother, sister and grandmother.
“What do you mean we are going to have 2 lobola’s?” I asked.
She chuckled then said “Well my dear, after your sister passed away I told you that you must get married to Mdu, but you decided to ignore my instructions. So now because I am the one incharge, I arranged with Msibi family to come and pay lobola. So it means we are going to have both the Zungu family and the Msibi family paying lobola for you.”
“What? How the hell will that work? Are you crazy?” I screamed
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, you silly girl. This is how it is going to work, both the families will tell us how much they are willing to pay for you. The one with the highest offer, will get you. So the highest bidder will be taking you home. It is going to be interesting.” She told me with a smug grin on her face.
WTF??? The highest bidder will take me home? Was this going to be lobola negotiations or an auction?
After she spoke, I got so angry, and out of anger I clapped her and pushed her to the wall. I think she hit the wall very hard because after I pushed her, she collapsed!