“No one else can tell you how great you should be, only you can do that for yourself but having a partner who does not try to make you be better is a waste of your time!” Mike Maphoto
Revenge is a dish best served cold. When she said those words it cut me deep! The way she was so in love with a cheating man who was clearly no good for her made her seem weak and look like she had a low self esteem but I actually don’t think that was her problem. How many women do you know who are CEOs, intelligent and powerful are still submissive to their husbands and still forgive them from cheating? Does Beyonce look like she has a low self esteem to you? Hilary Clinton got cheated on in front of the whole world and today she is running for president with very same lying cheating bastard by her side and not once will anyone accuse those two women of having a low self esteem! Rudzani was calculative and knew exactly what she was doing. The fact that she loved a loser was not sufficient enough for me to think of her as weak because what she was trying to make me do took balls! I once saw a video of a woman on the internet of a woman who was caught cheating and was made to eat human shit for that! That’s deep on its own so no, Rudzani was not weak just sadistic and confused as to what being in love was.
“Well I am not having sex with anyone because I am on my periods!”
I told her confidently. It was not a lie to I really was on my periods and everyone fears periods. Telling a man you are on them is like telling him you have grown a dick!
“What’s that got to do with me? It means Azwindini has a choice to make!”
She said folding her arms.
“What choice is that?”
I asked her.
“Oh wait? Did you think I was going to go down on you princess? Wouldn’t that just be great? Why on earth would I want you to enjoy this as much as I am going to enjoy it?”
She asked and scoffed!
“So you want me to go down on you and I get nothing in return?”
I asked her.
“Of course you are getting nothing in return dwee! Well if you were not on your periods, Azwindini would have given you some pleasure but oh well, your loss!”
This girl was not serious. Where was Azwindini by the way? With all the talking we had been doing I had even forgotten to ask where the beneficiary of all this was!
“Speaking of Azwindini, you know a threesome has three people right! We are two? I am not coming back here again that’s for sure!”
I told you.
“I don’t think you understand me. I am tired of talking!”
So was I.
“Azwindini went downstairs to get ice! I told him I will call him after I have spoken to you. He didn’t want to be in here when I told you where to get off because he wanted me to do it, to gain my power back!”
She said. If only she knew she sounded like an idiot right now.
“Well have you considered what would happen if you give him that threesome and then he still dumps you afterwards?”
I asked her. The question seemed to have confused her yet again meaning it’s something she had actually not considered.
“He loves me; I am just too conservative for him. It’s no lie! Every time he comes to town he wants us to go out but I am always the one with the restrictions. We had a very good chat before we came to your place and he was right! I never even give him a chance to change my mind. This time around I promised that I would try new things and here I am, trying!”
I was a pawn in her mission to show her mind how open minded she was. Part of me even felt sorry for her.
“Are you game or not! I need to call him so he can come back! I am sure he is even sitting looking at his phone!”
She said looking at her wrist as though she had a watch on which she did not.
*And if I do this you will take the charges back?’
I asked her.
“Yes I will but only if you block Azwindini off your phone. I would make you change numbers but that would be cruel!”
She said standing up.
“Block Azwindini? I never had his numbers in the first place! You can even check my phone if you want!”
I told her. She stood there looking at me I think not sure what to say. She really was convinced I wanted that weasel but what she did not know what that I never wanted to see him again.
“I am calling him now!”
“Wait, why are you calling him? He is not going to be part of this since am on my period right!”
I protested. She ignored me and called him anyway.
“Everything is set. Come back and Ndini, be nice to her, don’t be rude!”
She said. I think the devil was tempting me because this can’t be Jesus.
“He can’t sit there and watch now that won’t be cool!”
I told her.
“You are right but you can still give him a blowjob if I say so! I am sure you good at that!”
The door opened and in entered the guy I hated. He had a huge smile on his face. I think if it was not because of that smile I would have gone through with it.
“This is bullshit! I am doing this! Rudzani, for doing this you are scum. I am messed up and I am sorry but I am not going to be raped by your pervert boyfriend for your pleasure!”
I told her. I walked away.
“Go ahead, think about it though! If your career is worth your pride then pshhh, walk out!”
Like I said Azwindini standing there smiling changed everything.
“Yes get me fired! I will live!”
I told her and I walked out. Part of me wanted to go back because I knew what the consequences were but I had to roll the dice on this one. It was not even about morals but the thought of me going down on another woman that did not work for me. If you are a man imagine being told to have gay sex! You will not do it. I walked to my car briskly, the tears stinging on my eyes because even though nothing had happened I felt humiliated. It was still before four so. I chose to go home straight. I could not see people today because the world was full of animals that wanted take advantage of others. As soon as I got home my phone rang, it was legal!
“Second time today I am talking to you!”
She said sounding rather displeased.
“Where are you I was looking for you in the office?”
She asked me. I told her I had left because I needed to investigate something for my client. She sounded sceptical when she responded
“Nicolene filed a case of racism against your client and named you as a witness! You seem to be in the thick of it today. I need you in the office today so you can give your statement whilst it’s still fresh!”
She told me. She was not asking me. Do you have how annoying it is to get home and have to go back to work especially after you have taken off your shoes and started to rub your feet? Let no girl fool you, heels are painful and there is no greater relief in the day than when you take them off finally and let that blood floor once more when you get home from work. I promise absolutely nothing beats that feeling.
“Ok I am on my way!”
I told her. I put on pumps *hides eish, I could not deal. My blood pressure I am sure was high as is after the nonsense I had gone through with Rudzani. I now had a new problem, white people cry foul over things they do every day. If you are to say something racist against a white person they will take you to court same day yet they do this more often than you. I am not saying that Mr. Mawela had been particularly tactful in how he had addressed our concerns but I don’t think he had been racist either and this is where my problem lay. If I did not take Nicolene’s side I would further isolate myself from the company but not doing so meant I would be telling the truth that he had not been racist but frank. It is an open secret in matters that deal with technology or scientific research our companies get more scrutiny than others. He was therefore right.
“Is Ms Du Toit still in?”
I asked when I got to reception. It was already after 5 and people had left.
“I think her car is still in!”
The security told me. I did not even know which one was her car so that was a yes to me. I went to her office and she was there still going through some papers. Talk about work ethic! Normally with me 1630 when work is done I knock off. Everything else I will see tomorrow.
“Good evening Ms Du Toit I am here!”
I said to her as I entered. She looked up from her books then gave me a quick smile before she said,
“Oh good, let me call Nicolene so you can give your statement!”
She said as a matter of fact.
“Call Nicolene for what? I don’t understand!”
I told her.
“So you can give your statement!”
She sort of explained but that was not the answer I wanted to hear.
“How does that work? If I am to give a statement I must give it alone, even I know that!”
I told her frankly. She looked a bit surprised at my response but that was standard procedure.
“No I just thought that you would want to collaborate your stories that’s all?”
She said. Something fishy was going on here. White people are good at one thing, very good in fact and that’s sticking together. They demand loyalty from us black folk and often we give it because well, we need the jobs but should it be your turn under the bus, they will help bury you under it. To them you are on your own when that day comes and they will remind you how must take responsibility for your actions.
“I will give my statement alone please; I am not comfortable in doing it with someone else looking over me. When she gave her statement you didn’t call me to sit with her and collaborate, you did it the two of you! I will do my own statement thank you!”
She was quite taken aback at my tone but so was I at her assumption that I did not know what my rights were or what company procedure was!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I finally got the courage to write this letter, I have been thinking about it for a long time.
I am in a complicated situation. Two years ago I made two girls pregnant. I was dating girl A and we broke up before she knew she was pregnant. I moved on two months later and I started dating a new girl B about three months later when I moved from Jhb to Cape Town. As I was using a company line I changed numbers when I moved meaning girl A could not tell me she was pregnant. Girl B got pregnant as well during that time. Eventually girl a found a friend of mine and he contacted me and told me the situation. I am a responsible man, I told Girl B what had happened and she was so angry she dumped me (temporarily). I went back to see Girl A so I could see the child and what could be done. Girl A was already seeing someone who she had lied to and told that the baby was his meaning that when we were together she could have been cheating. She chased me away and said she had made a mistake the baby was not mine and where she was she was happy she did not want me to rock the boat. My friends advised me that it was for the best as she had “trapped” a rich guy. I went back to Cape Town and fixed things with Girl B and we had a still born. She blamed it on the emotional stress I had caused her when I went back to see Girl A. I feel so guilty but what’s worse is I am convinced the baby Girl A is mine. My friend recently sent me a pic of the baby as he has her on whatsapp and the baby looks exactly like me!
What do I do? What should I do? Am I being selfish in wanting my child? How will me fighting for my child affect Girl B?
Am I being selfish?