Londiwe can be very unreasonable. I don’t know why she could not see that I was doing all this for us. She had even agreed with my mother in front of me on this. I was starting to get frustrated with her antics now because I felt that was uncalled for. She did not say anything after this and I think it was for the best because vele she was pissing me off. My mum is very good driver and whilst many women need GPS location to travel my mum was one of those people that hardly ever got lost. The way this woman knew short cuts! Amazing stuff indeed. I was close to my mum, it’s something I can’t deny and this after I grew up with both parents. My father was well, my father but my mother had been my rock. We turned into an up market suburb and no it was not Saxonworld before people get excited. There were a lot of cars though. As soon as I parked my mum came out of her car to me.
“Remember this is just a meet and greet. I have already done all the talking so please just be yourself!”
She told me.
“Mum why are they so many cars. Is there a party happening here?”
I asked her. She looked at me and said,
“Whatever it is that’s not our business. The guy we are meeting his name is Mandla and he is the one who invited us. He is a colleague.”
“He must be a very rich colleague, this house is huge!”
I said observing the house. In my head I was thinking that he was a candidate for a lifestyle audit this one.
“He has done well for himself but you must watch your mouth here. Doesn’t act like you from the ghetto? Act like you belong!”
She warned me. How on earth do people stay in such a big house though? It’s crazy. Even from the outside this house should have at least 10 bedrooms alone. It looked like a lodge at first glance but it was not.
“There is no tender is there mum? You just wanted me to come here and to come here alone!”
I said to her quickly putting two and two together.
“How could you even say that? There is and yes I wanted you to come alone for a good reason. Imagine bring Londiwe here and I say this with all due respect because you know I love her!”
She said unconvincingly. I had already tried to imagine Londiwe here and truth be told yes she would have loved it but the comments she would have passed. She is not ghetto in any way but very opinionated and when something needed expressing she would express it there and then in spite of who was listening.
“Mum you can’t say that. She is my wife and where I go she goes. I am leaving mum. I left her sitting alone after I stopped her from going to her own sister’s wedding!”
I told my mother feeling guilty and annoyed now.
“Stop acting like an impetuous child, I am doing this for you!”
My mother scolded me. Before I could respond a young lady walked out of the house and walked right for us. I know expensive when I see it and this girl was dress expensive.
“Hi Mrs. Zungu how are you?”
She said to my mother. She had a big smile on her face. She knew my mum, why was I not surprised. She was not beautiful as in stunning but you know how girls with money always look prettier than they really are, she was one of them. Girls with money have a life filter. When people look at them we always find something nice to compliment about them even if that very same thing on a poor person we will never compliment.
“Ah Naledi, I am good thank you! Sorry we a bit late and happy birthday by the way!”
My mother said to her pleasantly. Wait? Did she say happy birthday? We were at a birthday party?
“Thank you so much. My dad goes over the top though. I swear I thought at some point he will hire a clown!”
She said as they hugged. No offence but if you are above 23 you have no right having a birthday party! Come on now, the economy says save and you are busy decorating the trees outside.
“This is my son Vusi, Vusi come say hi stop acting shy!”
My mother said to me rather embarrassing me to be honest. I was not shy and I had been giving them a chance.
I said to you.
She said giving me a handshake but it was awkward.
“It’s your birthday I think you have earned a hug from a stranger!”
I said to her teasing and she accepted my hug be it being one of those distant hugs.
“I am actually on my way out to go get ice would you mind going with me. Everyone else in the house is too busy having fun!”
She said. I could not say no and besides my mum was not just giving me a look saying I dare you to say no she was also smiling mischievously.
“Ok cool, I hope it’s not far!”
I told her. I don’t think my mum was setting me up. I need to say that from the onset. It was pure coincidence that we met outside when we arrived.
“Nah it’s not. There are three shopping centres in the area so I will pick the closest!”
“I will see you when you get back!”
My mother said and walked.
“You are parked in the driveway so can we use your car. I am in the garage and I am already blocked in!”
She added at the end. I did not mind driving because I am one of those people who do not trust being driven by other people. You can’t blame me either because my wife can make you quit alcohol just by her driving alone.
“So what do you do?”
She asked me as we drove out.
“I am in I.T.”
I told her and she looked at me and said out loud,
Imagine. It is boring though but I am good at it so I love it.
“Goodness that was brutal? Why do you think it’s boring?”
I asked her. She was actually rude to be honest.
“I did not mean to be rude I am sorry but I won’t take it back that it is positively boring is it not? I want something that has fresh air and new faces. I think once upon a time during the tech boom, I.T. could have been attractive but that was then and this now. Geeks might earn money but that does not make them any less geeky!”
She explained to me in flawless English. You could sense the grooming that came with it. Ok let me explain township girls are confident and streetwise. They fear very little and are hustlers. They are often crude, make crude jokes but are funny and so on. That was Londiwe I think. They are like desert animals in that they can survive on very little. Have you ever gone to a shanty town? There are so many people all alive and well and they seem happy. Townships are vibrant and full of life. They survive on very little. Rich women on the other hand are very confident because they know their money can buy anything. Take away that money and they become instagram hoes. That’s how I saw this girl so she did not intimidate me. Every ask those instagram celebs what they do for a living, its either promotions, studying or herbalife products! Don’t be fooled, education is not in everyone.
“Do you have something against geeks?”
I asked her taking exception. This girl was in my car and I should just stop it and make her walk home.
“Of course not. They are people like you and me so no I do not. I am talking about the profession that’s all!”
She explained. She was not lying when she said the shops were close because we were there already. The garage had no ice so we had to move to the next one.
“Since you got it all figured out, what do you do that is so exciting?”
I asked her.
That was her response. I was being laid out by a girl whose job description was ‘I travel’! I was a graduate!
“I don’t understand, what do you mean you travel? That’s not a job unless you a long distance taxi driver!”
I said trying to tease her and joke at the same time.
“Nothing wrong with being a taxi driver actually I would prefer that to being stuck in an office. My grandfather was a taxi driver at some point so my father says even though I don’t believe him!”
She explained rather unnecessarily. She did not like being teased I see but did I care?
“That’s not what I said!”
I responded defensively.
“Anyway I travel. I work for a holiday company and where ever I go I post so that people can see the place and holiday!”
“Are you one of those twelebs?”
I asked her. We all know the word.
“I would not call myself that because I don’t get half naked and don’t answer my DM so I don’t count as one of them!”
She said. I had touched a nerve there. All this instalebs don’t want to be called that because it insinuates that they are disloyal, get flown everywhere for sex etc. Oh don’t forget, are famous for nothing.
“Change of topic!”
She said but it never happened. She got sour and pouted the rest of the way. She started this and I finished it. Spoilt brat!
“Thank you for taking me!”
She said when we got back. At least she said thank you. We walked out of the car together because I wanted to tell my mother I was leaving. Something caught our eye that made us both laugh. We saw her uncle peeing in the bush and she had been annoyed saying,
“There is something wrong with that guy. That’s Malume John Ross. He is not normal. There are toilets in the house but no matter what, at every gathering he will pee outside! Rural people are just in a world of their own!”
She said and we laughed again. The guy had no care in the world. I pity the first person who shook his hand after this. That is the reason why we walked in laughing into the house.
“O Vusi finally. You mother speaks very highly of you. I see you have met my daughter!”
He said coming over and he hugged me! Imagine.
“Thank you sir!”
My mother was behind him and said,
“What did I tell you?”
She asked him.
“Yeah you are right! Perfect match!”
He said. I was not sure what he was talking about but something was fishy.
“JR, come greet this young man. He could be family very soon!”
Her father said and immediately I turned to look at my mum who looked down and then to Naledi who immediately said,
“Dad come on!”
But that was not what was on my mind. Did he say JR?
That’s John Ross moes the peeing uncle!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Wow you sure are talented. Thanks for sharing your gift of
writing with us.
I am a 21 year old girl and I just can’t seem to forgive myself for
the decision I made. Four months ago my boyfriend and I fell pregnant
and we therefore decided to terminate reason being we both still in
school and dependant on our families (mind you both families are
financially stable) so it wasn’t even because our families wouldn’t
take care of the baby but rather that we didn’t want to lose the good
image they have of us. Both of us can’t seem to forgive ourselves.
I’ve been counting how far along I’d be, downloading pictures and I
feel the next time I go to town alone I’ll buy the baby’s first
outfit. After the abortion I started preventing coz I didn’t want a
repeat but a part of me wants a baby though I know it won’t replace
the one I terminated my boyfriend feels the same.He knows I’m
preventing yet every month asks me to take a test and the
disappointment on his face when the results are negative is
heartbreaking. He wants a baby and to actually take responsibility he
blames himself for paying for the termination. He has suggested we go
for counselling to help me deal with this but I refused.
Has anyone gone through termination, seen a friend or partner deal
with it? How did they deal with it? Does having a baby make you feel