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I am all for beating up a man because he should have known better. I was going to have my foot so up his ass, my knee juice would quench his thirst when we got away from the scene I had created. Had he fucken lost mind. I might be a so-called ungrateful wife but rule number one of cheating, no matter whose conscience or morality curve you pray to, DO NOT GET CAUGHT and ladies, I had not gotten caught. Until the day he has proof and evidence of me cheating with George I will maintain this right up to judgement day! But first and this is important, I had caught him in the act with the hefer! My blood was boiling even now that I had dealt with her! It felt good and I wanted more of her blood! A lot of women are of the belief, “why hit the woman, go after him first” what what? A woman who knows he is a married man does not deserve that kind of respect! Hell no! A bitch is a bitch and I aint taking that back. There are times when being politically correct really does not matter, for a persons actions define them for what they truly are. You can’t always be the woman whom other woman seem to take things away from. How many boyfriends along the way have you lost to other girls simply because you could not fight for him out of either pride or weakness? How many boyfriends have you shared with other girls simply because they were selfish enough to know that there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it? If you fall under this category then you have a serious problem you need to fix now because the future looks bleak for you my girl. One day when you think you are happily married another bitch will step in and boot you out. Your own kids will be calling her mommy for crying out loud because you lack a backbone to defend your own. You cant lose your man to another woman. What’s wrong with you? Are you blind, deaf and dumb to not be able to see and hear what’s going on in front of you? Do you lack the foresight to prevent yourself from being the victim yet again? I want you to listen to me, no matter how prissy, classy or hot you think you are, if you don’t fight for your man you will be a mistress in your own relationship. Yeah the feminists all get their panties in a bunch when they hear that men will be men but guess what, its reality. You can voice your opinion all you want on that phrase but if you are so high and mighty and fail to acknowledge it, it will hit you like a sledge hammer when you least expect it. And because your pride gets in the way of your vision you will not even bother to bitch-slap that home wrecker. Yeah I can hear you saying that you will never sink that low but guess what princess, she is replacing you because you think you are above that.
A lot of South African girls fear xhosa girls because they know those girls will beat the crap out of you if you mess with their man. There is no negotiating with that shit and if you find yourself always being the one who gets to walk away because they are cheating on you then it is not him with the problem it is you. What, you think God singled you out in a population of six billion to be the one to be toyed with? (Sorry sweetheart you aint that special). Grow a backbone and bitch-slap the hefer because she deserves it. On another day I would probably say walk away and maintain your dignity but fuck it, some of these bitches need to learn. You cant spend so much time building a relationship only for a so called friend to come and take it from you. Nah sweetheart you need to go ghetto on her and beat the living daylights out of her skanky black ass. She needs to learn that you might look like a delicate flower but when it comes to what’s yours you will fight like a lioness. And if you have energy beat his ass up too. Stupid fuck must keep his dick in check and she should lock her pussy in a vault if she must because she must stay away from your man. There are those girls that gossip for the sake of gossip and almost always cause havoc between your man and you. They constantly say bad things which either make you angry at him or vice versa. Half the time they are lying too. Take off your earrings, take off your heels and put on sneakers, budget for a new weave and manicure for its time to teach that bitch a lesson she will never forget.
Phew, I needed that. I needed to vent. I got in my car and drove out! I looked in my rear view and there he was driving behind me. I think he thought I was going to his mothers house because when I did not turn on the off ramp he flashed his light but I ignored. He tried to call me but I ignored. The road led to Jhb. Only after the tollgate did I stop.
“I can’t leave without saying bye!”, he said running to my car window.
“Sizwe if you do not drive home right now the things I will do!” I warned him angrily.
“But come on Nothabo, it will be wrong of me to do so!”, he begged but I made it very clear that he keeps driving in the one direction.
“Okay fine then you lead the way.” he said but I laughed and said, “who says I am going with you? I am going to pay my respects to my mother-in-law!” I said.
“Then why am I going home then?” he asked confused!
“Because you are a lying cheating husband. Go home Sizwe. I am going to phone Mapula or Lintle in…” I checked my watch, “…in 4 hours to check if you are in the house yet. If you are not there, when I get there I will burn everything you own and to hell with this marriage!” I said menacingly.
I don’t think he actually believed this was happening and only when I got into my car and made a U-turn did he move. I saw from the rear view that he was staring at the car. I stopped to see if he would do as I said. He put his hands on his head, kicked out angrily then got into his car and drove. He drove to jhb.
I got to my mother-in-laws house but she was sitting with some church ladies. She left them and came to me. She actually whispered, that woman is dramatic. “Have you dealt with that other matter?” she asked me as soon as we were alone.
“Yes ma I dealt with it. I beat her up so badly I doubt very much you will ever see her again!” I told her. I saw her smile. This woman was sadistic.
“She did this to my friend long ago. She was that child we saw grow up from a distance and one day my friend’s husband came and said he had made her pregnant and was going to marry her. Imagine a child like that breaking up a home?”
She told me. I could see she was very much against Nelisa’s mother but I really did not want to dwell too much on this. It was late already so I told her that I still had to drive to Jhb because I didn’t have off tomorrow.
“Ah, it’s not done, you need to go to her house and make sure she never comes back again! A woman like that you don’t tell once. You need to break her at the source!”
My mother-in-law egged me on. Eish, I had not intended to take it that far. Once at the mall was enough, but why go to her home. I told her this.
“Didn’t she come into your home and do the same to you? Why are you such a coward? Another woman walked into your marriage and tried to break that apart and now you are concerned about hers? Really now! Pathetic!”, she said very annoyed at me. She had a point. I had not invited nor gone to this woman’s house at any point to get anything from her. She had started this. This time there will be no one to stop us.
“You must go with Thabo here though because you never know who will be at her house. She thinks because she is pretty she can get away with anything!”
My mother went on angrily. I know a lot of women believe that so called prettier women get away with a lot. It’s why when you walk into a mall and you see one of them usually our first instinct is to dislike the person. There I said it. People always ask why women would hate on a woman they have just seen in a mall an never even spoken to. It’s simple, jealousy. Something makes us hate strangers especially the pretty ones. My mother-in-law was right! There had to be a second round.
“Do you have her address? I want to get it over and done with!” I said. She immediately took out her phone and said, “Someone sent it to me. Read this sms!”
She said. I don’t know how she had managed to get under my skin again but she had and managed to raise my anger levels. This was a stupid idea but angry people do stupid things right.
“Thank you for her address!” I said with a smile! Fuck I wish I had acid, okay fine I am kidding! This does not mean I was not going to go Xhosa on her face! I was going to leave a scar she will never forget!
Thabo drove behind me because he too did not know the way. It was not very far funny enough. No wonder why my husband had wanted to stick around, easy access. When we got to the house it was not too shabby. Lower middle class maybe, that’s how I would describe it. The gate was not locked and they did not look like the kind of black people to have dogs. Nah, that takes a certain type of black person. The lights were on and I could hear the TV. I went straight to the back door and knocked. My heart was beating so fast now. Two minutes a frail looking old man opened the door. Was that her husband? This man was old bathong and by the looks of it actually looked sick! Why would she deserve such a person who was already one foot into the ground? Was he not dying fast enough for her! I even felt sorry for him and actually lost my nerve.
“Dumelang! Sorry I took long, my wife is in the bedroom and I thought she was this side!” he said softly but very respectfully.
“How can I help you?” he asked finally.
“Is your wife in?” Thabang asked before I could stop him. I would have just said wrong house and left at this stage. He called her out to her and said she had a guest. He slowly walked away and I could see he was in pain.
“Ke mang papa!” she asked her husband. I wanted to laugh because that literally how he looked next to her, like her father.
When she saw me she froze, looked at him, then whispered looking at me with pleading eyes, “Please don’t! Please!”
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto fb
Thank you so much for reading my letter.
I have been dating my girlfriend for about a year and a half. In June we went to a party. She did not want to go but I really wanted to so she did it for me. When we got to the party we met people she knew so it was not bad. I was with my friends and when the drinks finished (I don’t drink) my mates and I went to buy more alcohol. I was sober. I asked her for permission to go and she said yes. Unfortunately only specific places sell alcohol at night so we took about two hours to come back. As soon as we got back I looked for her. I could not find her. The girls she was with said she got a call and went outside to take it. Only about an hour later did she come back. She was crying and demanded that we go home. I agreed and we left. I begged her to tell me what was going on but she refused. She would not let me touch her, hug her or even console her. She cried a lot as though someone had died. We broke up that same night. I was not sure what had gone down. I begged her to come back etc but she refused. A month later she called me to come see her. I had not moved on because to me she had turned out to be a pyscho. She told me that the night of the party three men had raped her. She had gone to take a call and they jumped her. That’s when the guilt set in, firstly I forced her to the party, secondly I left her alone, thirdly I did not look for her hard enough that night but most importantly, she is HIV positive now. Again that is not the biggest issue, she says she wants us to date again and I am ashamed to say because of her status I am scared. If I date her the truth is I will be doing it out of guilt of the part I played in what happened to her. I am not even sure if I still love her or I just feel sympathy for her.
Am I evil for feeling the way I do? I feel like an ass-wipe and actually think I am.