I think men and women are wired differently that’s all. How does a grown man think like that? It defies logic even on the drunkest of days. Ok I know I asked him to do something but I most certainly did not expect him to send my child to juvenile detention without my consent! Yes you can discipline your child with extremes but they must be within reason. I do not know any child or any parent who has ever been to prison and now the thought that my child could be it? Was he crazy!
“Sizwe have you lost your mind?”
I asked him budging back into the house.
“No am not! You said I should do something about this and I have!”
Men! They never want to discipline their own children andd when they have to they shift responsibility to the mother. That’s why growing up, no matter how bad your father was, it was your mom who beat you up more! Sit back and count back the number of hidings you received growing up and see who the culprit is, your mom! Even me, my mother was really a strict woman, more like those that counts your mistakes and when they reach a certain number she will pull out your docket and remind me of all them. That’s what you got beat up for. Now that I had asked my husband to take charge, in his wisdom he had done the opposite and placed it on a magistrate.
“You have to undo this, my child is not going there!”
I told him defiantly crossing my hands across my chest. I was panicking and I was heaving out loud. It was too risky. What if those filthy kids there beat up my child or stabbed her? Isn’t that a half way house to our future criminals! That’s all I knew about such centres and now this man, who claimed to be a father, wanted to send his daughter there simply because she had jumped the fence! Aowa! He was talking nyols shem!
“Nothabo, you can’t beat her, you can’t ground her, and you can’t control her. She is only 15 and next thing you will find her living in Sunnyside smoking drugs when you could have done something about it now! Think Nothabo think!”
He said. I felt he was being condescending the way he told me to think. I was thinking and I was seeing all the consequences.
“I am not a child Sizwe! This is a bad idea. I know some things we have to think out of the box but this is taking it too extremes. This is not even boarding school bad in fact because we always said we will never take our children there!”
My husband was annoyed by something in there I don’t know what because he stood up and he shouted at the top of his voice!
“Children! What children? From the moment we had Lintle I have been begging you, on my knees even for child number two! You think you the only one with a career! Even when we got married you agreed to it. She is fifteen now and has no brother or sister to look up to her then you stand there and accuse accuse accuse! Where are your solutions because at least I did something?”
I had not seen that outburst coming. I promise I had not. Sizwe is the kind of man that avoids arguing in all his forms. He is a peacemaker when it comes to me. I actually think I kind of intimidate him but whose checking. It’s true though, when we got married I had told him we will have more kids but things got in the way. Being pregnant when you are employed is not nice. Men don’t know that and any woman who tells you otherwise o bolela maka. Yes we love holding the little one in our hands but most if not all sacrifices are made by us not him. I had intended to specialise and that had never happened because of raising my daughter and now he is saying child two? Nope. I had made sure that I never got pregnant by my own means. He did not know obviously because he did not know medicine!
“I can’t believe you just said those words to me!”
I said really shocked. Now of all times he was bringing that up!
“I said now deal with it!”
He screamed again which made me jump a little. My husband had disappeared too into this scary person.
“Now, go pack for Lintle because she is going today! I don’t want to hear storied because you make everything about you!”
He said almost hissing. I really swallowed spit because for the first time in so many years I feared my husband. He was for this brief moment the man of the house he used to be. Somewhere over time he had lost that need to be controlling and possessive as he chased deal after deal to put food on the table!
I went upstairs. Lintle was still sleeping and she had a hangover. Nelisa looked confused as to what to do as she really did not want to be here.
“Did you hear us fighting downstairs?”
I asked her and she nodded.
“Your father has gone crazy. He wants to send her to a juvenile detention centre and I think that’s crazy!”
I said in resignation. She looked at me totally oblivious what I was talking about what I meant before she asked me what it was? I don’t blame her though, a lot of people do not know what it is because black people in the surburbs don’t really do that. Our detention centre is sending our kids to the township for some reason because we think when they see kasi people they will be scared straight. I found myself laughing at that thought, suburban people genuinely have a fear for township people! How deep is that?
I asked her to help me pack so that I did not have to wake Lintle up. My daughter has a semi walk in closet. It’s not because we are rich but because she is an only child meaning money from mommy and daddy gets invested in her. Nelisa was genuinely impressed by my daughters wardrobe something which Lintle did not appreciate. I packed jeans and tshirts and jerseys for her. I did not want her to freeze to death. My husband did not come upstairs to check nor did Lintle wake up. I think he was just trying to scare me!
There was a knock at the door, more like the doorbell rang but you know what I mean. I heard my husband or the nanny open.
My heart froze!
Two men were there and one of them said,
“We have a court order to take the custody of Lintle Makgofa, age 15!”
He said calmly. At that moment I had a voice behind me say,
“What’s all the noise about?”
It was Lintle! She was up at last,
“You are not taking my daughter!”
I declared! The men looked confused.
“Madam the law is the law. We have court order to take her to Girls and Boys Town!”
She figured it out!
She screamed and started crying!
I started crying too!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am in trouble. I met the most amazing man about 4 months ago. He was sweet and charming and the perfect gentleman. We got along so well that where ever we went people complimented the beautiful couple we were. He knew me to the core and if I was famous I would think he researched me on Google. Three weeks ago I found out he is married! He doesn’t wear a ring! I was so angry I dumped him. I cried and thought I would get over him but I can’t. Everytime I close my eyes I see him. I can’t stop crying for him. He comes over even now he just left and we had sex. I can’t resist him. I don’t want to do this to another woman but look at me now.
I need help please. What do I do to get rid of him!