Hey guys, there is a series called “Isithembiso” on Mzansi that people are saying is very similar to “Zulu Girl Goes to JHB”. I have not yet watched it but can anyone who has please confirm this. This is very important. Please answer this on the Facebook status I posted last night n the Diary of a Zulu Girl Facebook page. Thank you
I stood there for a second trying to think what had brought that on. What had I done wrong? Was he offended that I had a wine glass in front of me when I was with his daughter? I was not sure now. I am not naïve to the fact that I always had a way of getting caught by him with different men. I knew he liked me and he liked me a lot. The reason why he had ended up with the doctor was because I think I had played hard to get. How long though should it take a guy to shela or pursue you? I know a friend who was been in love with one girl for like five years before he even dated her. He tried to get her and she would always say no. Today they are married. I am sorry no one talks to me like that. I am not a child you scold because you can. I don’t stand for such bullshit. He needed to be put in his place! Just because he had saved my ass does not mean he can speak to me waya waya! Who does he think he is? My personality does not allow me to take such shit lying down. I needed to find out what was up so I followed him and I knocked.
I said my heart beating so fast it was going to crack on my chest. I don’t think I have a temper but the wine had gotten me there so fast. I was actually so angry.
“I am sorry. I did not mean to talk to you like that.”
He said as soon as he saw it was me. I stumbled. That is not what I had expected.
“I don’t know what got into me. The words just came out?”
Two minutes ago he had almost bitten my ear off and now he was happy, the fuck?
“What did I do wrong?”
I asked him my blood calming down because when someone apologizes even that anger dissipates.
“And I hope you didn’t take it out on Ntheteng because God help me you will see the true me!”
I added very annoyed. I hate being called out on something I had not done. That is what he had done.
“Can you lower your voice please. Ntheteng is watching TV and still upset at me. I tried to explain to her what happened but she is not ready to hear the truth.”
He said lowering his voice. Why was he being so mysterious?
I asked him.
He looked at me, straight in the eye as though he was searching for something. I looked back and I could see the tears in his eyes.
“Can we go to your place rather if you don’t mind?”
I think it was this mysteriousness that made me curious otherwise he was not welcome at my house pshhh!
“Ntheti I am going with Aunty Lungi to her house please do not be mad at me!”
He told her.
The sweet little child looked at her father, folder her arms across her child and rolled her eyes looking the other way. The drama in these kids. If it was another day I would have laughed.
“This better be good!”
I told him still maintaining my attitude.
“It’s not good unfortunately.”
I stood at the door of my house as if blocking him to enter. He understood that and stopped.
“I know you might not understand but today is the day Kgabo, Ntheteng’s mother died.”
He said and he stopped. My heart literally just sank.
“O crap, you poor soul. I am so sorry!”
I told him. Tables turn so fast, I felt like total shit.
“No I am sorry. I should not have taken it out on you. I know you love my daughter I am so sorry!”
He said. Love his daughter? Crap I do love the kid though.
“Tell me about her. Don’t tell me how she died, tell me the good things, like how you met… I want to hear that story!”
I told him letting him in and sitting him down on the couch next to my wine. He looked at me in disbelief as though I was trying to trick him.
“Are you…are you sure?”
“Yes I am sure. I have met her wonderful daughter so now I would like to meet her as you remember her!”
I reassured him. When someone loses someone it’s so easy for us looking in on the outside to not see what that person lost.
“Well, I met her at Public Works. Sorry her name was Kgabo Mashiane. That’s where she worked. It was the 1st of September, Spring Day to be more precise. She was wearing a pin stripe suit, blue and white and funny enough she never wore it again after we dated because I always teased her about it.”
He smiled as he said that but it was one of those smile through pain. I took a sip of my wine.
“I remember asking her why she was not wearing a dress or skirt because it was Spring Say. Note I was in my overalls and even had a bit of grease on me I am sure yet I asked her that!”
He added. I could see he was going into a comfort zone and I wanted to encourage him to speak. This was my chance of finally getting to know this guy because in all honesty, I had hung out with him so many times and I knew nothing about him.
“You know nowadays in this shallow society people judge you on how you are dressed and what you do. She saw right through that. She asked me out, the very same day I met her. I even joked that I could not afford to take her out because it was middle of the month some of us get paid on the 25th. You know what she told me, a real man will make a plan.”
He said and I found that he was smiling as he shook he is head.
“Fortunately and unfortunately for me a friend of hers was having an all white party that night with a celebrity host meaning I did not have to buy food or drinks. It’s so weird I felt as though I was out my league but she insisted I wear white and be formal. I mean what kind of black man owns white clothes right? I had roughly five hours to get this right that time I was broke for days. She did not know me but she had met my boss several times because he was trying to get a tender from her Department. She liked him I guess because she trusted me from day one. A white collar girl trusting a blue collar guy like me, I was out of my league. She was too good for me even then!”
The story was actually quite romantic come to think of it. She somehow reminded me of me, how she had demanded and how she had gotten him to do things her way. Ok fine maybe not on the white collar vs blue collar stuff but every girl once to believe she sees no status in a person to talk to them.
“So what did you do?”
I asked him.
“I borrowed from my friends and the car too. Imagine, that was our first date. I was driving a blue Bantam and in her driveway she had a Mazda 2, a lime green one of all colours. She insisted we use my car when hers way better than mine. I never lied to her about who I was and how much I had struggled growing up but she saw right through that. A year later on the very same day we met we got married.”
He said and tried to stand up so I could not see his tears running freely down his cheeks. I took his hand and pulled him down.
“Don’t look away, I am here!”
I told him. He needed to be comforted and at this stage I needed comforting too because I had tears in my eyes. I allowed them to run down my cheeks not because I wanted him to see that I was sharing his pain. I just could not stop them.
I remember at the funeral saying,
“When you first meet a person you say whatever you want, play games even because you have nothing to lose, when you get to know the person you start to watch what you say in order to protect the relationship.”
He continued his face wet with tears,
“That was me. I came from saying from saying all these nasty things mostly to cover up for what I was lacking to finding myself trying to be better for her. She changed a lot in me that girl and then she gave me Ntheteng! What will I do without Ntheteng?”
He sighed and he held his breathe. I had bitten off my that I could chew. I was crying, ah, was I not supposed to be the comforter?
“When Ntheti was born she insisted on her being born by her grandmothers side. There was a clinic next to the grandmothers place. I could not be there because that tender my boss had gotten it. Its got nothing to do with her before you think was corrupt…”
He said and we both laughed.
“I was not there. Seven hours of labour and I was not there. I felt so bad and I made sure every single moment I spent with her after that I made it up to her.”
He said and that was way too sweet.
“Then I remember the day she died like it was yesterday. I keep asking what I could have done differently. We were not happy with each other. That’s the true story, we were not happy with each other that morning. I never told anyone this. One of her colleagues was pursuing her at work. I was still a mechanic obviously and I saw a Whatsapp from him where he took a picture of her car and his car in the parking lot. She had told me about him initially but I had laughed it off. That morning it had annoyed me so much and we had fought about it. Then the accident happened… Her hand was severed off her body and…”
His voice trailed off at the end and a lump had formed in his throat. I sat there stunned, I was crying and I could not even stand up because he was crying too. I seem to remember him saying that her mother had died giving child birth and that she had been raped. Ok fine he had not mentioned the rape obviously so at least that was consistent I was going to ask though,
“But didnt you say her mother died giving birth to her?”
I asked him.
“I did. She could not love Ntheteng. When she gave birth its like her soul died with her. she tried so hard but the fact that she had been raped made her love and hate at the same time. Her accident was meant to happen the moment she was raped because everything fell apart from there. She was never the same and I should have kept a closer look at her but I failed. I failed her!”
He started crying again. There was silence and he stood up, opened the sliding door and walked onto the veranda for air. I understood what he meant, after she gave birth she was a shell of her former self and to Mbuso he felt not only had he failed her when she was raped, when she gave birth to the unwanted child he was not there either and to him she had died that moment. It was not a physical death but the Kgabo he knew was gone at childbirth. her physical death was like a second death then.
A good five minutes I cried there and then my front door opened and there was Ntheteng,
“Aunty Lungi where is my dad, I am now scared to sit by myself… Why are you crying?”
She asked me and I just stood up and ran to her and hugged her.
He was right, she really was not ready to hear this story?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hello Mike and readers
I have a problem two years back my boyfriends Mom once said to me that she will always blame me for her son’s wrong doing and I told her that it’s wrong and unfair because he is a grown men and I won’t even responsible for his action just because we love together and I then stop talking and going to her house. Now the problem is my boyfriend wants to pay Lobola and the Mother won’t give her blessings because for some reason she feels like I have to apologise to her for not allowing her to bully mw around. So, my boyfriend granny said she thinks its best I go to my boyfriends mom and apologise even though I did nothing wrong. My question here is why should I apologise? I never disrespected her even once; we had a wonderful relationship until the day she decided to insult me by saying she will always blame me for her son’s bad behaviour. I love my boyfriend but to apologise for something that I did not do. Sigh!