A rush of blood that is what they call it. That is a moment when someone loses their mind in such a way they are
almost temporarily insane. That’s the only way I could explain it. For the record, I did not attack Nicole because she had been on a date with Simba. I need to make that clear. I was not going to fight for a man physically especially in public. I have myself respect for that to keep me in check. I fought with her because she can’t tell me that she thinks its right that her white skin makes her think she is better than me or us for that matter. Let me say this again for those who don’t work in the private sector, a white person can tell you what they want, when they want and where they want! What do we do with our so called black majority, we grin it and bare it because we are fighting so hard to keep the job! I was not fighting for that and I know Nthabiseng would be fuming at me right now for this but I would do it again if I had the chance.
“What was that?”
Sfiso asked angrily as we walked away from the crime scene with him practically dragging me away. The interesting thing about fighting with white people is that no one stops the fight. Every race has its grudge or prejudice against the next.
“I am sorry I am just going to go home…”
I told him meekly. It was the next logical option considering the drama I had caused.
“I think you should!”
He said rather annoyed at me. I had presented myself as ghetto and not many educated men find that attracted. My phone rang as I was saying this. It was my sister.
“Mum is out; I have taken her home you should come see her!”
She told me. Like wow really. She could not have told me that mum was being discharged and we could have picked her up together.
“I have to go Sfiso. It’s about my mum. Sorry I spoiled lunch for us!”
I told him as I jumped into my car. He had actually parked close to me and I saw him look at me as I drove off. He took out his phone and dialled. The phone in my car rang.
“You just drove off without saying thing about what happened?”
He asked me annoyed.
“Yes sorry I had to go my mother has a bit of an emergency. The person who called there was my sister!”
I explained to me.
“I don’t mean about the phone call I am talking about in the restaurant.
I knew that’s what he had meant all along and I had thought we could avoid all that unpleasantness but I guess not.
“She is an ex colleague who had it coming and she provoked me!”
I told him.
“Ex colleague from the same company you are suing? Are you sure that was wise?”
He asked me the obvious. I know what I had was stupid and he had every right to point that out to me. I was a bit annoyed though that everyone knew I was suing my company. It’s like I could not keep my mouth shut the way I was telling everyone who would listen.
“Eish it probably was not but when I saw her then she passed those comments about my job I simply wanted to vent. It happened so fast and I know I will regret it later!”
I told him. There not that much traffic getting on to the N1 and because I was using hands free I allowed myself to hold my head in frustration. I was frustrated at myself.
“Oh well you have more than just vented then because there is no way she is not going to try and sue you again on a personal capacity! What were you thinking?”
He asked me and he could not hide his anger. I know I had embarrassed him with my behaviour. I had and that was bad. We had come to discuss Mbuso and Ntheteng now we were discussing this.
“I fucked up I know but it’s done. I should probably call my lawyer now and give her the heads up!”
I told him. Somewhere I read that if provoked you should turn the other cheek. Why had I not listened mara? The adrenalin from the moment was gone and guess what, tear works! I was crying. What was going on with me?
“I want to leave for Mpumalanga today and I think I will fly out at the end of the week. Will I be able to see you again?”
He asked me.
“Yes you will and you should. It’s really important we talk face to face!”
I told him panicking a bit.
“Ok Rambo just don’t beat up anyone else in my absence!”
He said as he hung. That was meant to be a joke but that came too soon.
“Rambo my ass!”
I told myself as I continued with my journey. Mum was out of hospital so that at least was one less stress and a much appreciated one at that. I was expecting the police or someone to call me but not one call until I reached my mother’s house. I called Nthabiseng but it did not go through.
“Nthabiseng where are you?”
I asked myself out loud. I had to go out and open the gate so I could park the car inside. My sisters car was there too so I guess I must be prepared for her drama too. Imagine that feeling when you are not even looking forward to enter your own house.
Someone said hitting the car from me behind.
“Where have you been hiding?”
It was Mum Dolly. I did not even see her come so technically she had snuck on me. I was so startled.
“I am here now how are you?”
I said getting out of the car.
“I am good. Your friend Miriam is not talking to me please talk to her for me. She is unhappy about something.”
She told me.
“I will do so. You know her though; she is angry for a week and comes back!”
I told her. She was not coming in she turned back and went to her house.
“I will come see your mum later!”
She said as she walked away briskly as though she was in a rush for something. Five minutes later I smelt why, she had burnt whatever she was cooking not that it was anything new. This woman loved talking and gossiping so much half the time she burned the food. I was not surprised at all.
I wanted to see my mother so I ran in to see what was going on.
“Oh there you are! I thought maybe you did not love me anymore!”
My mother said cheekily when she saw me but she was just teasing.
“You know that can never happen. I am so happy you are home!”
I told her.
“Your sister told me that you were in a meeting that’s why you could not come!”
Wow like really. I did not come because she did not tell me that mum was coming out.
“I am sorry mum but am here now!”
My sister stood up to go to the kitchen. I chose not to confront her aggressively but still talk to her.
“I am sorry!”
I told her when I walked into the kitchen.
“This drift between us I am so sorry!”
I said again. She stood there looking at me for a second then I saw tears, real tears.
I asked her.
“He is leaving me Lungile. He is leaving me. The divorce papers came this morning. He already has someone on the side and I am told she is doing matric!”
She cried. I won’t lie I hated the guy he did not deserve my sister but to say I was shocked was an understatement.
“I love him so much I can’t lose him!”
She declared. I moved in and hugged my sister. I foresaw a problem where she will blame me considering she already blamed me for beating him up. A lot of people will say she will thank me later but when is later?
My phone was ringing so ii had to let go of my sister so I could answer it. I went outside.
“My phone was off sorry but I saw your missed call.”
She said as soon as I picked the phone up.
“Before you say anything something has happened and you are going to kill me for this!”
I told her.
“Please tell me you have not done something major which we can’t fix!”
She asked me concerned. She did not even ask if it was the other person who started she knew it was me and she zoomed in.
“I beat up Nicole, the bosses’ mistress!”
I told her.
“I know who Nicole is but are you fucken crazy?”
She said angrily at me.
“You never used to be this crazy person Lungi what is wrong with you! You need to see someone immediately because you are out of control!”
She advised me. She was very unhappy.
“I don’t know what’s going on with me really. One thing I was fine and the next I was seeing red. I am sorry I let you down! Is this going to jeopardize our case?”
I asked her very worried that it would.
She said and you could hear me breathe a huge sigh of relief.
I asked her.
“Well because whilst you were busy boxing up people I was signing the agreement!”
“You signed already!”
I asked now anxious and curious. In the morning she had said she would have had an offer but I thought she would wait for me to accept.
“Yes I did!”
I was very uneasy without her consulting me on this but I did not want to show just yet. I had fought with too many people today alone.
“Are you sitting down?”
She asked me. I know we wanted more money but should she not have told me first.
“I am but how come you did not tell me when you got the meeting.”
I asked her very concerned by this development.
“I actually did call you twice and I left a message on your phone.”
She responded. I will have to check my phone because that’s not how it’s supposed to work.
“How much did you get?”
I asked her.
“Five Million Five Hundred Thousand!”
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Firstly I just want to commend you on the great work you are doing on your blogs. I always look forward to my daily dose.
This one goes to Jackzorro: Nom-jaka-jaka: Thank you for your straight talk and for not sugar-coating things. I’ve been in an unhealthy relationship with the father of my child for seven years. Through all those years, he has done everything from disappearing on me for days. Having girls at home while I’m at work, sometimes even leaving me in bed to go to “gym”. He’s sulked and “thrown” me out of his place 2 days after my arrival with the explanation yokuthi he needs space (we stay in different towns about 150km apart). He’s had girlfriends come and fight with him at his place and he would sit with them in the lounge to talk things through.
We met in 2009 a few months after I broke up with my then steady boyfriend. He’d been pursuing me for a while so when we met while I was still “grieving” , I welcomed his advances. When he is on good behaviour, he is the perfect gentleman, he’ll cook and I clean up, we’d go out on dates, exchange cars when I need a bigger car etc. But when he’s bad yhoo it’s like he’s possessed by demons.
We broke up end of 2013 and during that phase I got a promotional post in another town. He then started calling me, claiming that he missed me and wanted to work things out. Beginning of 2014, I eventually relented and allowed him back in my life. It wasn’t long before he went back to his old ways. A year later, 2015, I fell pregnant. Umntu wabantu showed me flames! Throughout my pregnancy I cried myself to sleep. It is by God’s grace that I managed to carry my baby full-term. Phofu ke not once did he give me any money towards the pregnancy/medical expenses. He even went on holiday a few weeks before I delivered. Never even spent a dime on baby stuff.
When our baby was born, he was there. Right by my side, taking pictures etc. It only took a few days for him to revert to his old ways. No phone calls to check on the baby, cwaka umntu!
To cut a long story short, my baby is 17 months old and her father has never bought her not even a bar of sunlight soap ne Vaseline! For the past year, he’s been going through some financial problems, even had to move out of his fancy place. I have been understanding throughout this process as I have a well paying job so money is not a problem. All that I’ve expected from him is to be present in his child’s life.
Even after we broke up, I have tried to be the bigger person and allow him to visit his child. My problem is that he is only a father when he feels like it. At times we’d arrange for visits which he’d cancel at the last minute or even decide not to answer his phone.
My question is how do I cut him out of my life without feeling like I’m robbing my baby girl of a chance to form a relationship with her father. I’d like for them to have a relationship but this guy just gets on my nerves with how irresponsible he is.
By the way last month, my daughter was hospitalized for a week in his town, zange azidine to even come and visit his daughter. The last time we spoke was when I was telling him we’re being admitted and he totally ignored my calls and messages.