We have all had it, that dream just before you fall asleep where you imagine what life would be like if you were rich. With me it happens every night before a big lotto and these days with Powerball acting like its on steroids that dream has been more and more frequent. I picture myself with a big house, nice car though am not too much of a fan of cars and all the shopping in the world. Ok irony here is that I am not so much of a shopper but it seems like it’s what people with money do. I know she had said r5m was not a lot of money but in what reality is not a lot of money. I was looking at my pay slip and even if I earned r50000 a month it would take me nine and a half years to make that provided I won’t be paying tax, eating or living in general. What was she on about that it won’t make me money.
When she left I needed to think. I ended up taking a nap but 45 minutes later I got a call and it was from Nthabiseng.
“I have a bit of bad news!”
She said and already I was sensing the worst. How could she have bad news when she had said that we must expect that much amount?
“Please don’t tell me that we don’t have a case! I already left my job!”
I told her and I was serious too. Imagine not having a job or anything to look forward to. That would be a disaster.
“No it’s not that. I am afraid I will not be able to represent you!”
“Why? Is there a conflict of interest?”
I asked her. I had seen enough TV to know that if a lawyers firm is representing a company or a person they can’t act for someone suing them against that company. There were rules to this game.
“No. My boss said he wants the case for himself. He argued that because we are friends I might not be able to put your best interests at heart as my judgement will be clouded.”
She told. Me. The first thing I thought was they were removing her from the case because she was a woman. Why is it that people assume that because one is a female her decisions are governed by emotions? It’s a very sexist thing to say to a woman.
“Isn’t it the other way round that because you know you will fight even harder?”
I asked her. She did not seem to take my side though.
“He is brilliant, a bit arrogant but brilliant. You are in very capable hands don’t worry. Listen I have to go. Will come see you later today I promise!”
She said before hanging up. She did not sound happy at all. What had just happened? I am sure I can ask for the lawyer I want to represent me! I was going to go to their office and see her. I had to make arrangements now with Miriam. I called her.
“We need to plan, what time are we leaving?”
I asked her.
“I wanted to leave early but Nelspruit is not that far. How about we leave tomorrow around one?”
She asked me right back.
“That’s fine but are you sure you want to go without your husband’s consent. I just don’t want you to get into unnecessary trouble!”
I told her.
“I don’t have a choice hey. How do you think it will look if the wife of his best friend does not attend! This is why people start calling other people witches! Its such things! I am going to the funeral and I would like to see them chase us away!”
She said with a defiant chuckle. Its amazing how to me much as Miriam was my friend I always judged her on how ‘loose ‘ she was yet in reality she was one truly free and independent soul. I hid behind culture, tradition, societal norms when it came to how I behaved in society yet the office I acted all strong and independent. I was a contradiction unto myself and I felt that was holding me back. Without a job now I had to be bold and get out of those shells I had placed myself. Most rich successful women are ruthless. Other women hate them saying that they think they are better than others but reality is as a woman in the business world you have to work twice as hard to earn respect. If you do not do this very basic right your business will never be successful.
“I am not going to shop an outfit for the funeral I will just wear what I have!”
She was saying when a refocused on her again.
“Yeah I am with you there. I don’t understand why people would buy an outfit for a funeral really, it’s not like the dead will see them and appreciate the effort!”
We both laughed but in reality the joke was a bit crude and tasteless. I did not know how my reaction was going to be when I saw Sfiso. I know he was in mourning but I had not seen him since the last time we had sex and that’s significant. That was my last memory of him and it was a good memory. Now I will be seeing him heartbroken and it just broke my heart.
“We need to book a place to sleep!”
I told her.
“I am sleeping where ever my husband is sleeping! There is nothing like that!”
She said immediately.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean he did not want you to come in the first place so what if he is sleeping at a friend’s place!”
“Then I am sleeping at the friends place too! Marriage is not a democracy ok! He lost the right to say that I must sleep somewhere else when we are in the same town the moment he asked me to marry him. It’s not rocket science, this is a petticoat government and I rule it! I am first priority before friends or anyone else. If he is sleeping under a tree so be it, I am under that tree with him!”
She said and again we laughed. ‘Marriage is not a democracy’ that was funny. How did she come up with such things? It is also such things that make me fear marriage, all the rules and the working hard to accommodate someone else. I don’t know if I am a selfish person but imagine having to surrender yourself to someone else, that’s marriage right.
“Ok then! We will talk tomorrow. Let me rest!”
I told her.
She said before hanging up.
I wanted to stay in and be alone. I had so much to think about. Instinct told me that maybe driving was an option but for some reason I had no wine and with all these floods I don’t think going out to buy was an option. Black people and our adverse relationship with water is not only limited to swimming but also to driving in the rain! People drive shit in the rain and I would rather stay indoors than chance it. As soon as I sat don’t there was a knock at my door! Come on now! It must be Mbuso! Not now though! I went and opened and got the shock of my life! It was my aunt, my mother’s sister!
“Aunty, what are you doing here?”
I asked her totally shocked. It’s not a polite thing to ask but I was so surprised because she definitely did not know where I stayed, ok I am wrong since she was here but what the hell.
“Are you going to invite me in?”
She asked me. Uninvited visitors are the worst not because of the inconvenience they cause but because you never know when they will leave.
“Yes please come in!”
She walked in and went and sat down on the couch. I did not know what to think at this moment.
“How are you?”
I asked her.
“I am not ok. Ever since you came I have been having dreams. You need to accept your calling before it’s too late.”
What did she mean that it will be too late? For who?
“i don’t understand all this and it’s scary when you talk like this! Too late for who?”
I asked her.
“Too late for others. Your decisions affect other people it’s not just about you! Please come listen so you can understand”
She warned me sternly. At this point I was just very confused by her.
“I can’t do it now I am busy with work that’s the problem!”
“I don’t believe that. That problem has already been taken care of!”
She said standing up. How did she know I that I had quit my job I had not even told my mum that yet?
“Please come and see me, please!”
She said and got up and left. That was scary but I was done. I was going to go get baptized if I had to. I had no time for this ridiculousness. I made myself supper and much as I hoped Mbuso would come he never did. I checked his car outside and it was there but I did not go knock on his door. I fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I woke up with a start. I had forgotten to switch off my alarm and it woke me up. I got up and went and washed my face, ran the shower and it was only when I started taking out clothes for the day that I remembered, I was unemployed!
This gave me time however to prepare to go see Nthabiseng.
“I am on my way to see you!”
I told her. I had not planned this well because what if she said she was out.
“That’s great hey. I was actually going to call and ask you to come through in the afternoon!”
Was she blowing me off?
“I wouldn’t have been able to because I am going to a funeral in Nelspruit with Miriam, it has to be now.”
I told her.
“Its fine I am free.”
She said. When I got to her firm people were already busy at work. I already missed the hustle and bustle of the office.
“I don’t understand why you are off my case! You are the one I want!”
I told her.
“I know that but don’t forget I work in a firm with partners and so on. There is a hierarchy which must be respected!”
She explained to me.
“So who is representing me?”
I asked her. She told me that his name was Mmuso and the first thought that came to mind with a name like that was that I was screwed.
“He is waiting to meet you I told him you were coming!”
She said. She got on the phone dialled and just said,
“Come through, she is here!”
Two minutes later he walked in.
“Good morning, Mmuso Mathobela!”
He said stretching out his hand. I took one look at this man and my mouth watered. He was so good looking I heard my stomach turn.
I said back and I just told him straight up,
“I can’t work with you, you are too pretty!”
I said to him looking into his eyes lost in my own thoughts. It just came out!
What the hell?
But how would I ever concentrate to be honest!
I needed r5million not temptation.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hi Mike and the team
Please keep me anonymous.
I love your stories; you really are doing a great job.
I am a 27 year old single woman from Free State who recently moved to Joburg for work purposes (by recently I mean, 2 years). When I got here I met this lady at work who was so sweet and welcoming and we immediately hit it off her and me. My new friend is married, happily at that, but she developed a crush on this other guy from the office, understandably so, this guy is hoooooottttt, so hot that I caught myself staring the day she showed him to me. Long story short, I ran into him at the mall this one time and we had a nice conversation which ended up in us exchanging numbers. I didn’t tell my friend because, well I don’t know why, maybe I was afraid she would think I was stealing her man, any way after a couple of weeks me and my friend run into him and he asks why I haven’t returned his calls. My friend is now angry at me and I feel so guilty about this whole. Problem now is, this guy really likes me and I like him too but I cannot do anything about it lest I loose my friend over a guy.
Help a sister out.