You know in life at times it feels as though you are due catching a break. When you have a series of bad luck events at times what you want is for a moment of peace where things go in your favor and not the other persons. Life surely
can’t be a series of you performing defensive moves just to protect yourself and truth be told that is what most of us are going. We are always in a situation where we are trying to survive one bullet to the next. The churches are full because we are looking for protection and blessings and not because we are in front of all our problems. We are always fighting something and that sucks. Lately that was me. Why was Neo calling my sister now? I told him everything was fine what more did he want? This guy is going to end up like Jama with the way he is so obsessed over me.
“Yes she is here! Do you want to talk to her?”
I heard my sister say! He had called to check if I was really home! That ambulance had made him think I was somewhere else. I have always bragged as to how much he trusts me and that was going away. He was sensing something meaning I was doing everything wrong.
“Oh ok then and that thing I needed in the afternoon is sorted! I am sorry to have bothered you with it!”
She said. I don’t know if she was saying it loudly so that I could hear who she was talking to because she was literally standing at my door. I was not going to entertain her though so my plan was ignore and find a way to regain my mans trust.
“Dude what time are we leaving tomorrow?”
I asked her. She said in the morning and I think I could work with that. I actually did not want to go anymore but I had to support her.
“My dad has been on my case now yet again but it won’t stop me. I am going. They will pick us up in the morning around 10!”
“Are you going to be fine though?”
I asked her.
“Yes I will but imagine five hours in the car with Yolanda! I just want to shoot myself at the thought!”
“Oh come on it can’t be that bad!”
I told her. Yolanda was the father’s new young wife. As a pastor he had to have a beautiful wife like they all do these days and beautiful means young. She was probably a few years older than us. I met her once when they came to pick Khanyi up. I had found her very pleasant and together but my friend had called her proud and full of attitude. She was light skinned, the favourite flavour for these new age pastors and looked like someone who gymed. She did not have that intimidating beauty but you could not deny that she turned heads.
“Mogwanti wa Boksburg!”
Khanyi said referring to her step mother and we loved. Why are all the mean things we say as women about other women funny though? It was not a nice thing to say.
“That’s uncalled for chomi but it’s cool I will make sure that I am back at school in time!”
I reassured her. I would have to leave early because Pretoria North traffic to town in the morning is super hectic. I will try catching a lift with my mom who truth be told is hardly ever in the mood to give one.
“Driving you girls around makes me look old!”
She often teased but she never said no. I fell asleep with those thoughts. In the morning she gave me a lift and left me at the Gautrain station. It was busy but I managed to get to residence before ten.
“I thought you were not going to make it!”
Khanyi said as soon as I got to her room.
“Ah friend come on. When it comes to me you know I have your back fully!”
I reminded her and hugged her. I still had to pack though even though most of my clothes were still packed since we had just come back home.
“Let me finish up packing and will come back here!”
I told her as I left. The packing did not take longer than 20 minutes. I sat on my bed and waited for her. I know I had said I would go back but I felt lady. I fell asleep and next thing I know Khanyi was standing over me waking me up.
She said. It was already after 12. What happened to keeping time though? When we got to the car her father seemed very unhappy.
“I am sorry we are late girls. Some people when they pack it’s like they are going to some beauty pageant!”
He said obviously referring to Yolanda.
“Don’t mind him. He has been cranky all week!”
She said and came out of the car. She gave me a hug and I hugged her back but when she got to Khanyi, Khanyi refused the hug and literally walked away.
“Here we go!”
Yolanda whispered barely audibly but I heard her as I was still next to her. What Khanyi had just done was uncalled for if truth be told. This was not right.
“Dude we have a long trip and if you are mean to Yolanda you are going to make this trip incredibly awkward for me! Please behave!”
I warned her.
“I am sorry! I just didn’t expect that from her!”
She said but I was not hearing.
“Well get over it!”
I was annoyed because what she had done was deeply embarrassing for the other woman. I imagined it happening to me.
I said to her father.
He replied in Zulu like this was Generations. You know that criticism that Zulu people don’t want to learn other people’s languages but expect you to learn theirs, well, it’s true. I had met this man a few times and he would insist on Zulu. Mind you he could speak English but that would be like asking him to shit stones. I once spoke to him in English and he was deeply offended according to Khanyi!
“Honey we agreed, we are going to speak English to accommodate Palesa! This thing of wanting to act like you never went to school won’t work!”
Yolanda suddenly said. Was she reading my thoughts? Eh, that was weird!
“Sorry my child, I forget myself! Girls, let’s drive its late as is!”
This woman seemed to make him happy and he seemed to listen to her. Why was Khanyi so bitter then?
The drive to Mtubatuba was not pleasant at all. Firstly there was a lot of tension in the car as clearly Khanyi was not ready to forgive. Her father tried his utmost best to bring her into the conversation but she was not interested.
“Aowa Khanyi come on, make conversation with us! We have not seen you in a long time!”
Yolanda said. Khanyi just shot her a deadly and rolled her eyes. She was not playing games.
“Is this your first time to KZN?”
She turned to look at me and talk to me. It was so awkward because she was doing it on purpose. She knew I had been there lots of times so why was she doing this. I wish I had not come after all. This is what I get for trying to support my friend.
“No its not but it’s usually only Durban. I have never even been anywhere else really unless I drove through!”
“There is nothing there just young women who love older men beyond!”
She said. That was a direct attack on Yolanda as I would learn letter she was from PMB but grew up in Durban!
“They prey on men with dying wives and then take their place! They then act like they are holy and how men can’t stop falling all over for them when it’s them that bewitched them.”
“Khanyi that’s enough!”
Her father said angrily.
“At church you always say we must tell the truth and when I tell the truth I am the bad person. You need to decide if you are for Jesus or for lies because I refuse to lie!”
She said. I could see her father gripping the steering wheel tightly to stop himself from jumping to the back seat to kill his daughter. Yolanda’s yellow skin had turned red by now. She was boiling but to her credit she did not jump to the back seat to discipline this degenerate!
“I really don’t know what wrong I ever did to you but that thing you just said really hurt. I really wish I had not come!”
She said without turning back. From where I sat I could see she actually had tears in running down her cheeks. I immediately sent Khanyi a whatsapp. Eish, gossiping 21st century style.
“Khanyi that’s not cool come on. Next time don’t invite me anywhere.”
I also told her. I was not taking sides but imagine being called a witch like this.
“If you think I am bad wait till we get to the funeral and see how they are going to treat her. She had better toughen up now because there they will break her and those manicured nails! What kind of a Makoti goes to a Zulu funeral looking like she off to Dubai?”
She asked me.
“What do you know about tradition? If you knew anything you would know that she is your mother now and you must respect her. Stop it! You are making me feel uncomfortable!”
I told her and put angry faces. They are actually very effective.
“Ok cool I will calm down on her and do one better… I will apologize for the sake of the peace. Hope you will be there to protect her at the funeral though!”
She said and put her phone down.
“Yolanda that was uncalled for by me and I am sorry, I was not trying to hurt you!”
Khanyi gave the most disingenuous apology I have heard in a while!
Yolanda did not say anything, how could she, she was a witch remember!
I really wanted to go home now.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I have been reading your letters recently of sisters sleeping with their brother in laws. It got me thinking, my husband and my sister are super close. I never thought much of it because to me its how it was supposed to be. They hang out at family events when I am there and because they work together I feel like she protects me from other women wanting him at work. After reading the letters I decided to go through his phone specifically to check the conversations they share between them! Ah Bhuti Mike my life is ruined. He is not sleeping with her but I think they might have before. Instead he is sleeping with her best friend who even comes to my house with her. I have been so blind. My sister knows about this and often teases him about this in their chats. I am 36 my husband 39. My sister and her best friend are 31. I have been married for 11 years. My husband is the one who got her the job so to me that’s where I thought the friendship came from. I never suspected anything. This coming weekend I have arranged a braai at my house where both my sister and best friend are invited! I swear I am going to poison them! How dare they do this to me? They pretend to love me when they don’t? I am so angry. I am prepared to go to jail for this! I am a person with emotions too and when people who are supposed to protect you do this to you what’s there to live for!