I sat there in silence and began to think. I was feeling down now. What did my aunt honestly want me to do? Then
there was Mbuso. I have complained about love for so long and the fact that someone actually loved me now somehow did not feel as welcoming as I thought it would be. What was wrong with me? I had been single for so long I had started to feel as though no one found me desirable. The only down side was that it felt like it was Mbuso and did I feel that deep for him. I did not even trust him so how could I love him back.
“Lock the door!”
A little voice said in my head.
“Lock the door goddamit!”
It shouted even longer the longer I took in not standing up. I stood up and started walking to the door and just as I got there Mbuso arrived.
“Where you already checking for me thinking I would stand you up?”
He asked cracking his second joke of the night.
“You are funny. I needed to put the wine bottle away otherwise were it was it would have slipped with all that love we about to make!”
I said using such a lame expression. I really have issues with this expression “making love”. Like who came up with it and why did people even buy into it.
“Mmmm I don’t believe you; you didn’t think I would come back!”
“Maybe I did, you can’t trust men these days. I was going to come knock on your door if you had not come back!”
I teased trying to sound as normal as possible. I did not want to make him feel awkward as I was already feeling it in me. I was not feeling this anymore.
“Why does it seem like your mood has dampened a bit?”
He asked me when were in the house and I closed the door.
“It’s that obvious huh? I just got a call from my aunt.”
I started to explain and I took out my phone to show him the call. Somehow it felt as though I had to prove that I was telling the truth by showing him the call.
“Is everything ok? Please tell me nobody died because I really need to get some!”
He said and I am not sure if that was a joke because it felt rather misplaced with the death comment he had just made.
“No one died but it feels like so. Please sit down so I can explain.”
I told him.
“Goodness we are even sitting down this is serious neh?”
He asked as he sat down tentatively at the edge of the couch. He was unsure.
“Do you want to hear this or not?”
I asked him.
“Yes I do, please go ahead!”
He said. For the first time I think I told someone else about this calling I was receiving. I told him everything including the dreams and so on. When I got to the work part and the money I was supposed to receive I did not give him the full amount but I gave him an idea that it was significant. He listened attentively asking for clarity here and there.
“Wow what a story!”
He said at the end of it all. He made a slow clap even and looked at me unbelieving. I think he thought I was lying. I would not be surprised either it was one hell of a story. Imagine being Young Employed and Single then getting a calling of all things. This is why I never told anyone the story because it was just too crazy to even contemplate. What kind of ancestors were these really that wanted an educated person who would question practically everything they instructed?
“I know hey and I am sorry you don’t believe me but it’s the truth.
“You know what, if you made all this up to avoid getting laid you will be one hell of an incredible story teller you really will be!”
He said with a very serious face on. He sniffed himself as though he smelt himself for bad odour then he said,
“And I took three showers before I came here!”
He stood up and I thought for a moment there he was going to leave. Maybe he should I mean he was making me look stupid here.
“I am sorry about the showers!”
I said annoyed a bit.
“I am sorry too. You know in Cape Town there is no water. I wonder how Jackzorro is bathing!”
I said to him trying to recover from the annoyed tone I had used before.
“Who is JackZorro now? Is he also a sangoma?”
He asked and I could sense the sarcasm in his voice. He had missed my little joke unfortunately.
“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm! Maybe you should just leave ok!”
I told him my temperature rising. Yup, that’s me, zero to a hundred real quick.
“No I am not leaving. You need advice and I will give it. You can’t expect everyone to believe that story every time you tell it but you can expect this from, I will support you through it!”
He said sternly and firmly. He had never taken this tone with me which put me in my place so to speak.
“Look I have never had a personal friend or relative that went through callings but I had friends of friends who have. This ancestor thing is really serious if you believe in that stuff but and he is the dilemma, money is really important.”
He said sitting down from his standing position.
“It’s a very important decision to make because if you take the money know you will always be running from your ancestors. They can be vengeful and can destroy you. You will have to join a strong church and marry the pastor so to speak!”
He said cracking yet another joke. Unlike Sfiso though his humour felt forced and calculated whilst Sfiso was effortless and genuinely funny. I got what he was saying though. If I was to escape this I was going to have to be my mother. I used to think my mother loved church but after I found out all this with my aunt it was out of fear and habit that she went. She had that exaggerated devotion to it where even in the middle of a storm she would want to go to church. It can be freezing cold and we would be the only kids at church after other adults felt it was better for their kids to stay home and stay warm.
“I get your point but I don’t even know whether I have fully accepted this calling or not!”
I was not handling this too well. It suddenly felt overwhelming and like something pulling me down like a weight on my shoulders.
“I am so scared! I don’t know what to do!”
I think this was the first time that I ever openly admitted that I was afraid of all this. So far I had avoided the topic and never taken it seriously. Here I was now and I was stuck. The games and jokes were over for real I had to make decisions.
“You don’t have to be scared. I believe your ancestors love you and I believe you have a choice. I am not sure how both those work hand in hand but they are there. Consult your aunt the one who has been telling and consult a church or rather pastor if you want to find your answers. I am certain they will have different viewpoints but both sides will give you direction as to where to go!”
He told me. I didn’t want to cry but the tears were already running down my cheeks. When emotions overwhelm you it’s very hard to stop them.
“I have been thinking that too but I don’t think I am ready to take on the challenge of fighting it should it come. This is too much to handle. I grew up in the church so why is God not helping me stop this!”
I asked him and I think that question was beyond his pay grade because he also just blinked and offered no suggestion.
“That’s hectic but like I said, you have all my support. I will stand with you no matter what decision you make ok?”
He said to me and that moment it felt like he had said the most amazing thing ever. That is what I wanted to hear and that is what I had heard.
“Oh thank you so much I thought I was going crazy!”
I told him. I started kissing him. First on the cheeks and then on the neck before it was everywhere. It was frenzied as though I had some big hunger inside me that drove me to it.
“Lungi, what are you doing?”
He asked me but he was not even stopping me. He was not trying to stop me. I started taking of his shirt and before I even finished with it I was unbuckling his belt.
“Are you not going to help me?”
I asked him. He was sitting down which meant that I was not able to pull the pants down without his help.
He said but his temperature had definitely risen. I was super emotional though and I don’t know if it was all this crying plus emotions going through me I just needed it now. His pants came off then his shirt then the vest he was wearing. I was wearing joggers so I pulled them down for myself as he was taking his shirt off.
He started kissing me. My neck, my boobs everywhere and it was all happening so fast. My body was responding to his touch so much so that he was sending electricity inside me with every touch.
There will be no blowjob today.
“I want you, I want this!”
I whispered in his ear.
“I want it too!”
I could feel his hand snaking around the couch. I know what he was doing. He was looking for his pants so he could put on his condom. Why is the condom never out on time though? Men do that a lot hey during sex. The moment you want him in he starts looking for the condom like what a turn off. I was like a woman possessed though. I would not let him reach over to his pants.
I don’t know why I did it, maybe I was just too horny and had temporary lose of my sanity, I held his dick, goodness it was big and I sat on it.
It slid in same time but his girth was such that I felt like an overstuffed kid after Christmas lunch.
I was full up.
There was a loud smash which startled both of us so much so that Mbuso pulled out of me and stood up at full attention looking in the direction of the smash.
“What the fuck?”
He said his dick poking up as it was still hard. The dude had only let in one stroke!
It was the wine bottle on the counter which had fallen and broken into pieces.
There was only one problem.
Mbuso and I were on the couch and no one was by the counter.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for your daily doses its really interesting, I really miss MISTEPS though
Ok this my story I’m in a 2-year relationship with a man that does everything for me and my kid, which by the way is not his.
He cheated on me and had a child, I forgave him and moved on coz he didn’t really put the baby thing in my face and the baby mamma is not even a factor in our relationship. He cheated again with a girl that’s 10 years younger than me and I found out coz the girl was stalking me and she sent me all their conversations. I got a friend request from her on Facebook and realised we had mutual friends I showed one of my best friends and she said the girl was her cousin and that she is a “straatmait”. Well I let him know that his embarrassing me and he said hell end the relationship but he didn’t, I met this girl at funerals and parties and didn’t even entertain her not knowing she’s still with my boyfriend. She called me and told me the whole story and it was messy, but to cut things short I felt humiliated, embarrassed and I just lost all the respect & love I had for him. The fact is now I met someone who is not wealthy at all and can’t do anything for me but show me love and I feel so loved and blessed. This guy is now feeling the heat and he can see im no longer interested but im scared coz I already introduced him to my baby and family, how do I move on with someone else and not let it affect my kid and how do I make my parents understand coz they think he is a saint as he splurges everyone with money