I sat there for a moment and I was not sure what to do next or what to say. I am very certain the voice I had heard on the
phone was Ntheteng and just as I was certain of that I was sure that my sister had hung up on me. A breakfast date often insinuates people who woke up together but the word ‘date’ also says that they met up for breakfast. I am not sure what I was supposed to think at this moment.
“That little bitch!”
I said out loud standing up. One minute we were fighting and the next she was going out with someone who was my potential boyfriend. She did not know much about us granted but contrary to popular belief girl code is if I was with a guy then stay away from him if you my girl. She was not even my girl she was my sister. I called her back.
“Put Mbuso on the phone!”
I said immediately.
“Who… I mean … How did you know I am with him?”
She asked me sounding a bit scared.
“My ancestors told me! Just put him on the phone now!”
I said angrily. Why was I angry? This was selfish anger indeed because I never wanted him. I mean I considered him but I did not want him.
“Here, it’s for you!”
I had her say. There was a bit of a delay in which I assume he was refusing the phone before he said,
Before I could go off on him Ntheteng’s voice cheerfully said,
“Hi Aunty Lungi!”
She was so cheerfully my hardened heart just took a pose.
“Mbuso! What are you doing with my sister?”
I asked him angrily. Ntheti was standing in the background if the sound of her voice was anything to go by.
“It’s far from what you are thinking but with Ntheti here I really can’t discuss it. Here speak to your sister!”
He said and he handed the phone back to her before I could even interject.
“Where do you want to meet?”
I asked her.
“At your place since I am…”
I cut her off.
“I am on my way there now!”
I said hanging up the phone and I stood up to leave. What the hell was she thinking? This was a bad idea. My sister is lazy and sometimes she was lazy to even think. It hit me then that maybe she went to see Mbuso so she can ask him to marry me. Goodness the way that sent me over the top. This was embarrassing. Things that happen in your house should stay in your house under your roof. Why involve the neighbours? Had she forgotten that we had fought just yesterday? I went to the car and locked the door behind me.
I cursed out loud. I had not asked Simba if he had keys. I called him and he did not pick up the phone. I decided that I should put the key under the flower pot. Will call him later to tell him. I had not driven far when my aunt called.
“Lungi I need to see you its important!”
She told me.
“Can it wait because I am rushing home right now?”
I asked her.
“No it can’t wait its urgent so from home come to me ok!”
She told me. She was not asking. She sounded scared in her voice. Why all the drama though? I already knew that it had something to do with me getting the money. For some reason she always knows about such things.
“Ok I will!”
I drove home. When I got there I found my sister coming out of Mbuso’s car. Ntheteng was there too and she ran to me and gave me a hug as she always does.
“Aunty Lungi your sister is boring. She is not like you at all thank you for coming back!”
She said out loud making sure that both her father and her heard.
“Ntheteng that is rude!”
Mbuso said angrily but my sister did not seem to mind. She just laughed it off as kids being kids but Ntheteng was not just another kid. She was a smart kid and always made sure everyone knew that.
“Sorry dad you said we must always be honest and I just was. I am going home please come open for me.”
Ntheteng said pulling her father away and heading home. This left my sister with me. I walked towards my flat and she followed me.
“You are impossible you know that!”
I started shouting at her even before I opened the door. She did not respond but simply walked behind me. I entered my apartment and she walked in behind me. The place still looked the same so I guess Mthobisi had not come back. I was dealing with so much I really did not need this right now.
“Why do you think I am impossible Lungi?”
She asked me.
“Do you think I will marry him to save your ass?”
I asked her furiously.
“No Lungi it’s not what you are thinking!”
She explained. I could have punched her right now but after the fight we had before this was not a good idea.
“I am sorry about yesterday. I know the fight was my fault and I probably got that coming. I really don’t know what got into me and for that I am sorry. I hope we move past this!”
She apologized to me.
“I don’t want to talk about that. What were you doing with Mbuso?”
I asked her again. She had already said I had made the wrong assumption.
“When I got here yesterday to apologize you were not there. He invited me to come wait by your place!”
“If that’s the case why didn’t you call me?”
I asked her.
“I did. You didn’t pick up. I went to his place and we started talking.”
She explained to me. I was not following. What was this about then?
“So? Is this what the emergency was?”
I asked her perplexed by all this.
“I don’t know what your relationship with Mbuso is. We slept together last night. I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. One minute we were talking and the next thing we were doing it. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. I am so sorry!”
She said tears coming out of her eyes. Well that was fast.
“Couldn’t you keep that to yourself though? Did I need to know this?”
I asked her. I am not sure if I was even angry anymore.
“You had to hear from me and not someone else. The sad thing is I like him a lot. We spoke and we just clicked. It was like he filled some void inside me.”
She explained. She wanted me to vindicate what she had done but I was not about to. I was not about to tell my sister that it was fine that she had slept with a guy who had been actively pursuing me.
“Please just get out of my house!”
I told her pointing to the door.
I shouted. She stood up slowly and she walked out. I was not done. I stomped out and went to knock on Mbuso’s door.
“Lungi let’s not do this here Ntheti is inside!”
Mbuso said. He already knew I was angry so he was prepared for it. We stepped out into the parking lot. My sister was still there hovering around like a prostitute at her night sport.
“I am sorry about what happened with your sister. We didn’t mean to hurt you it just happened!”
He started to explain. This was real then.
“She is my sister Mbuso not just some skank on the street! How could you do that? Right now you know she is vulnerable after the funeral you took advantage of her!”
“I am right here you know. I wanted it too it’s been a while but that’s not the point. I am very sorry!”
“You two deserve each other!”
I said and I stomped off to my place. No one followed me and even if they had there was very little chance I should open the door for them in any case. I just wanted to get out of the messes I kept finding myself in.
“Aunty I am done here! Where are you?”
I asked her.
“At my house. Do you want us to meet at your mothers place?”
She asked me.
“No its fine I will come to you! I am leaving now!”
I told her. Meeting at my mother’s house would definitely mean I could bump into my sister there. I walked outside and the two love birds were still in the parking lot talking. They seemed to be arguing and my sister was crying. It’s none of my business. I got into my car and I drove off. My phone rang as I was on the road and it was Simba.
“Hi I saw your missed call what’s up?”
He asked me. I think in Simba’s head he had already gotten me as a girlfriend.
“I had to leave to go to my place. My sister was there so it was a bit of an emergency. I left the keys under the flower pot in front!”
I explained to him. He sounded distracted as there were people in the back ground talking.
“Ok cool. Got to go!”
He said and before I could say anything else he hung up. I drove to my aunt’s place and I found her waiting for me drinking tea in this heat.
I said giving her a hug. She did not hug me back which already meant something was wrong. See why I was saying I was done with all this drama.
“You took the money didn’t you?”
She asked me. I was not even surprised and I was not going to deny it.
“It’s my money aunty I worked for it!”
I told her defiantly but politely. It just felt as though there were too many people in my business.
“Lungi I warned you, I begged you even!”
She said putting her hands on her head.
“Aunty honestly with all due respect I have been listening to you all along. Why should I not take money I worked for? I did not rob anyone nor did I harm anyone in the process!”
I told her. I was not wrong either. Just because my ancestors were poor in their lifetime does not mean I wanted to be poor like them in mine. Lazy bastards, I worked for this!
“You do not listen. Give me your hand!”
She said in her own creepy annoying way.
I asked her.
“Just give it to me!”
Yah neh. I had opened this stupid door by entertaining her. This is why my mother did not want my aunt near her because this woman was actually quite destructive. She had a way of sucking all the energy out around her.
“No aunty I am leaving I can’t do this I am tired!”
I told her as I stood up to leave. She jumped up after me and before I could even react she had my hand in hairs
“Ah Aunty you are hurting me!”
I told her. I tried pulling my hand away but she had quite a firm grip…
“Its as I feared, you are pregnant!”
She said so dramatically but my response was not of shock but to laugh,
“Unless God wants another Christ in this world and wants another Mother Mary, that’s not possible. I am going now!”
I told her rather cheekily and sarcastically. She let go of my hand and I stepped away from her!
She did not follow me.
Imagine me pregnant!
When was my last period?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you Mr. Mike for reading my letter. Good morning to all the readers. My story is inspired by what has been happening in the news.
I am a 33 year old teacher from rural Free State. I am not married and I have one child. Two years ago I started dating another teacher from a nearby school. When you are based in the rural areas access to decent men is actually quite limited that’s why teachers end up dating teachers. The guy was not a bad boyfriend at all only problem was half the school girls at his schools wanted him. As a teacher myself I knew he was not lying because even at my school the school girls do the same to male teachers. We have an assembly once a month dedicated to warning and threatening these kids to stay away from the teachers. I used to believe that it was the male teachers that allowed it to happen but no matter how strict a teacher was the girls especially grade 10 – 12 would come on to them. At district meetings the male teachers asked for the girls to be forced to wear track pants under their uniforms and it was rejected because we can’t tell the girl child how to dress. They argued that it’s a distraction in class when these girls deliberately sit with their legs open. Obviously we thought that because they are grown men they should know better. One teacher even reported to district that he has students that touch themselves in his classes during lessons to get his attention. He was laughed at. Anyway I could not handle the attention my boyfriend was receiving. He had to change his number twice because these kids would send him pictures whenever they got his numbers. As far as I know he never slept with any of them but realistically it’s only a matter of time. I broke up with him.
My question to your readers is that should all the blame be apportioned to the teachers when they start sleeping with students? I am a female teacher and I have seen it myself what these girls do. What can be done to stop girls throwing themselves at the only source of income in villages? There are no other professionals for miles around which make teachers the blessers of entire regions. Yesterday in your letter about a girl sleeping with a friend’s father for fees the people who advised said because it’s for school then it’s alright. What about in the villages were it’s for food itself for not just her but everyone at home? Is that still right?
I am curious for your thoughts.