When a man cries in front of you it’s different. I am not in any way saying men are superior to women but we cry a
lot and they don’t. Whether it is pride or a lack of feeling in them but men don’t cry as far as I know. I think it’s why most women think that when a man cries in front of them it’s either sweet or romantic, vulnerable or heartfelt. With Mbuso right now it felt as though he had just showed me a whole new side to him. Mbuso was extremely guarded. You could sense whenever you were with him that there was a part of him you could not reach. Tonight, this part I had reached to a certain extent. I had touched that part and God help me what else had I opened.
“You dad is outside little one he just needs some air.”
I told her because I did not want to see him like this.
“Is he crying again? I heard him cry earlier when he thought I was taking my afternoon nap. I couldn’t sleep though so I was playing a game. That’s when I heard him and I could not ask him because I would have been punished for not sleeping in the first place!”
She explained. What is it about when a child when they talk that makes them so sweet.
“He is going through a lot that’s all. Come sit with me and let’s what’s 306 like you like!”
Referring to DSTV channel she always asks for. At least it was not Teletubbies, I can’t handle.
“Mbuso Ntheteng is here!”
I called out after about five minutes. I did this because I could see she was not concentrating and kept looking outside towards him.
He said and cleared his throat. You know how when you cry something builds up in your throat, he cleared that. He then walked in and said,
“Baby, you came…”
He said and she ran to him and gave him a hug.
“I got scared and worried about you. I did not want to be in the house by myself. I am sorry I made you mad!”
She apologized to her father.
“It’s ok love, I am sorry I was mad too. How about we go watch a movie at the movies? I hear the Smurfs are out and I know for a fact that you used to love them!”
He said trying to bribe his daughter.
“Of course I love them. Aunty Lungi don’t you love the Smurfs, please come with us. Daddy always buys us popcorn there. I love it, they have all these salts which we can put, it tastes good!”
She told me. How could I say no? I looked at Mbuso for direction and asked him,
“Daddy is it ok with you?”
He did not hesitate to respond,
“Of course it’s ok. The more the merrier right? Come let’s go lock up!”
He said to her and they walked out. I had already had a glass of wine and wine leaves a bad breathe. I rushed to rinse my mouth, pee and take a jacket because its called in the cinema. Personally I feel the cinemas don’t always get full because its too cold for us black folks. Its like that aircon at work, white people who control it deliberately crank as cold as possible knowing we can’t cope.
“I am ready guys! Mbuso can you please drive mine if you don’t mind. I want to do my touch ups in the car. Everything is there!”
I told him and I was not being funny either. I always kept make up in the car for emergencies. I liked to look good and sometimes I could not go black and clean up. I handed him the keys without him arguing.
“Rosebank or Sandton?”
He asked us and me and Ntheteng both screamed,
And we both laughed. Sandton was more convenient for me. I always preferred it and I always felt you are more likely to be robbed in Rosebank than in Sandton City. That was just me. I was using the pencil when Ntheteng asked,
She said pointing at me.
“What’s what? This?”
I pointed at the pencil I was using. Its amazing hey, here was a six year old suburban girl who did not know what a makeup pencil was. Don’t get me wrong it’s not like it’s common knowledge but young girls who grow up with their mothers know what that is. Ntheteng was growing up with her dad.
“It’s a makeup pencil hun. Have you never seen one?”
I asked her stupidly.
“No I have never, no I lie… Dad isn’t it there in mommy’s stuff, the one I cannot play with!”
She asked me.
“Yes its there my dear.”
She could not play with it? I wonder why but I was not going to ask. I am very certain it was because of sentimental value. I can’t blame him either.
“Don’t worry I will teach you all about make up ok when we get time. Just you and me and know grumpy dad. I am sure your dad doesn’t even use shower gel just soap neh!”
And with that Ntheteng and I laughed.
“I will have you know that I use showered on weekends. During the week I am often too dirty for that if you know what I mean.”
He said and I understood. Is this what Kgabo saw in him? Mbuso was a very simple man, he was not complicated and world like others.
“I am excited, I love the Smurfs and someone at school said it was coming!”
Ntheteng said as we drove. We parked at the entrance that allows you to walk through Nelson Mandela Square. It was not my choice but Mbuso said he always preferred to walk through it.
“Thank you so much aunty Lungi for this. I really appreciate it. Did I tell you Smurfette is my favourite?”
Ntheteng was saying when we walked into Mandela Square. She was happy and excited. That’s the beauty of children I guess, not a worry in the world.
“Daddy can you swing me with Aunty Lungi?”
She asked. I was lost.
I asked her.
“Like this Aunty Lungi!”
She said. She held my hand on the one side and then her father’s on the other. It made sense when we were holding her in that sandwich position. She wanted to lift her legs whilst we balanced her. It was fun in a way as we were all laughing. It was at this moment that I heard,
From the right side of Mbuso. I looked and there was Sfiso. Like really dude!
I said casually. I tried to let go of Ntheti’s hand but guess what, the kid held on tightly but let go of Mbuso.
“Mbuso please give me a second let me just say hi!”
I told him. To his credit Mbuso walked on a little further and did not frown or whatever. Ntheti walked with me towards Sfiso and if she held on any tighter she would have broken my hand.
“Hi, you really were serious about being all alone neh?”
I asked him trying to crack a joke.
“Yup! Imagine, sometimes being a yellow bone guy means everyone can tell that hey. I see other men are holding on to their daughters or whatever they are rather closely since I got here!”
He said and we laughed.
“And who might you be young lady?”
He asked Ntheteng pleasantly.
“I am Ntheteng!”
She said sweetly when he offered his hand!
“Can I hug you rather? At school they say we should not shake hands with strangers because of gems so I like to hug!”
The 7 year old said making us both laugh.
I asked her but Sfiso being his gracious self opened his arms and she gave him a side hug.
“I like your perfume. Mommy, please get it for daddy, he smells really good!”
She said out of the blue and I swear I could hear a pin drop in the entire mall.
“I will give your mommy the name of it ok little princess!”
Sfiso said trying to be above it but the confusion in his voice was palpable.
“Thank you! There is my dad over there I think he would like it!”
Sfiso lifted his head to face the direction Ntheti was pointing. We all turned at the same time and Mbuso was looking. Sfiso raised his hand by way of greeting of which Mbuso waved back.
“A mum who would have thought?”
Sfiso said again and his shock was there for all to see.
“Enjoy whatever you doing guys I think I just lost my appetite. Miss Ntheteng it was a pleasure to meet you and thank you for that big hug, I needed it!”
Sfiso said with a smile on his face but his words were dripping with sarcasm. I think he was actually quite hurt. I could not scream out she was not my daughter because it would hurt Ntheteng and I will look dodgy.
“It was good seeing you!”
I said as we walked away to meet up with Mbuso who immediately put his arm around me. Things happened so fast. I won’t lie, I don’t remember what happened in the movie because my mind was doing catapults. I was in that tell someone zone meaning as soon as I got home I called Nthabiseng.
“Dude I think I was caught cheating even though I was not even cheating!”
I told her as soon as she picked up the phone. That’s how confusing what had happened was. If Ntheteng was older and this was a game of chess I would have called her a Grandmaster. She had check mated me so brilliantly I did not even see that coming. There was no way I could call Sfiso now and apologize because everyone believes kids are so innocent and don’t lie. Besides, had I not encouraged it?
“I don’t understand? Please explain?”
She asked me. She was right, I was vague. I told her everything he had said right to the end. I was very emotional about it all and I think I was falling for him because of what he had went through. When I was done with that part she cleared her throat to stop me from speaking. I had not even told her about Sfiso yet!
I asked her.
“I am not sure I could be wrong but remember last time, did Mbuso not say that his girlfriend was his high school sweetheart? That’s the story I remember unless you are talking a different guy?”
She said innocently as well curiously. I thought about what he had said and what she had said.
Wait a minute….
She was right!
Goodness was this guy lying for points because if he was, wow, he was a brilliant liar!
I had totally missed it!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
We are going to take an Easter break and the blogs will be back on Tuesday. For those travelling please be safe. I am going to Nelspruit for church so that’s a new adventure. For those in Nelspruit who want to say hi please feel free to inbox. For those drinking this weekend please don’t forget that alcohol will never finish. There will always be some white dude making more for you to kill yourself with it so be wise lol. I hope you have a safe mini holiday.
I am 24yrs old and i’ve been in a relationship with this guy for 6 years now and we have a 2Yr old baby . he is planning to Lobola me this cuming June the date has already been set and both families are aware. Thing is i don’t want to get married now and i don’t know how to tell him coz he will ask why im with him if i dnt want to marry him honestly he is not someone i want to spend the rest of my life with. He is a good guy and a good father bt i feel like he is not 4 me.im not working im studyng and he takes care of us financially. if i leave him now i know he will never support his child coz he drinks a lot, i must always make sure that im with him ka payday if not he drinks all the money even 4 transport and at home no one is working so its a disaster. Part of me says i must let him pay half of the lobola while i look 4 a job so dat i can leave him or do i tell him the truth now before Lobola?