Mbilahelo Mudau where do I know you from?
Anyway having police at your door is not a nice thing.
“Sir, please I can’t let you in because I don’t know you. I don’t know if you need a court order or what for me to talk to you but alone I am not going to talk to you. Please leave!”
I said sternly. The two cops looked defeated. I think they did not even have a comeback but it’s not my fault that we cannot even trust our own police.
“Its ok maam but we will be back. Here is my advice, get a lawyer and talk to us with your lawyer present. This is a matter that is not going away.”
He told me. His white partner was already annoyed and he walked away to the car leaving Mbilahelo alone with me.
“You are very persistent, go with your partner!”
I told him as he remained standing there.
“It’s not even that. It’s just ironic but I know this company. My sister in law was working there and she always used to complain about the racism there!”
He explained. Was that the link?
“Your sister in law? What’s her name maybe I know her?”
I asked him curiously. Maybe I had met him before then that’s why he was familiar.
“Not really sister in law but she is dating my brother and has been for years. Her name is Rudzani!”
I wanted to burst out laughing. Of all the rotten luck in the world.
“So I take it you are Azwindini’s brother?”
I asked him.
“Yes I am.”
Amazing stuff indeed. I stood there, both hands on my waist because shock does this to you. What the hell was going on in my life really? It’s like someone was playing with my life and emotions. They had strings controlling me and were busy laughing at me as they turned in screws.
“Oh you know her?”
He asked me. It was too late for me to take back that I knew because there was no doubt that he was going to ask her about me.
“Yes I do. We shared an office before she moved to Cape Town. She might not know it now but it was the best decision she ever took!”
I told him.
He asked me.
“Its one of those companies that destroys you from within if you know what I mean.”
I told him. She had never mentioned him before. If anything I thought Azwindini was an only child all along not that I ever asked. Truth be told for a long time I imagined she had made him up. Girls do that.
“Yes I got that. Please don’t be hostile when we are trying to get to the bottom of this. Our job is to investigate the police not the public.”
With that he too left. I decided that I was not going to just sit here and do nothing. I went to the hospital to see my mother. She was much calmer and very relaxed when I got there.
“Lungi I was just thinking of you!”
She said when I hugged her.
“I am here mum is everything ok? How are you feeling?”
I asked her.
“I am fine hey. Nothing is wrong with me. I have asked me to allow me to go home but they said tomorrow. I am excited. I can’t stay here too long with sick people!”
She said teasing some lady who was fast asleep.
“That is good then as long as you leave when you are 100%.”
“Lungi I am worried about you. I know you don’t want to hear me say this but you need a husband and kids. Even if you don’t want the husband part you need kids.”
She started to lecture me on her favourite topic.
“Mum come on!”
I told her.
“No my dear you do not listen. You will be 30 very soon and looking for your first child. Does that even make sense for you?”
She asked me. My mother annoyed me so much when she came up with this conversation and usually I ran away today I could not. It was just me and her.
“I will get a baby soon mom don’t worry!”
I reassured her.
“When is now? You can see I am starting to fall sick. One day I will fall and not wake up then what? You want me to die without ever seeing my grandchild? Please don’t let me go that way!”
She pleaded with me. I felt a bit guilty for once because what if she had died. The one thing she had only ever wanted was a grandchild.
“I won’t let you down. I have to go now mum I still have things to do!”
I told her. She hugged me and I left. That conversation had gotten me so emotional but its ok I will be fine. I had a lot on my mind especially as to how I will get out of this mess. I called Nthabiseng.
“Two guys from IPID came to my place when I got home. They wanted to ask questions but I refused to answer them without a lawyer present!”
I told her.
“You did the right thing. They must try meeting you at our offices. They might be investigating the police but if you are implicated then you will be arrested.
“You said Mbuso paid the bribe and you did not know about it?”
She asked me.
“I can’t say I did not know about it completely but yes he did why?”
I asked her.
“Well because Mbuso is the guilty one not you so you might end up having to send your friend to jail to save yourself.”
She told me and that is what I feared. I had thought of this too and it’s true I had not paid the bribe but it was done for me.
“I hope it won’t get back to that.”
I told her.
“Don’t you have friends in the company who can advise you?”
She asked me.
“I am sure there is a way around this but dropping your lawsuit against them is not an option because you will end up walking with nothing.”
I was trying to think of who was high enough to talk and ask for advice and the only person that came to mind was Susanna.
“Ok then let me see who I can call.”
I told her. When I got home I had think through my strategy. I had a plan and I knew it had to work but how was I going to do it. I really had messed up this time because where I came from talking to the police was not a good thing. When you find yourself the subject of constant debate and in this much trouble the truth is you need to do something to turn your life around. I needed a break and this was my moment. This company had taken so much from me and now I had to take back my dignity.
“Hey Susanna how are you?”
I called the only person in the world I could think of. Imagine, Susanna whom I had made it my life’s mission to call racist and the sort.
“Lungi it’s good to hear from you. What’s going on?”
She asked me as soon as she recognized my voice. I told her the whole story as it was and she listened attentively.
“Cobus Van Zyl is an evil man if he can scoop that low. For a married man with three kids you would think he would have better humanity in him but no clearly not. I will find out what I can do for you but I am afraid my hands are tied. Wow, he accused you of theft. I wish you can sue the crap out of him. That man has made your life miserable!”
She lamented with me. We were never friends when we worked together but she had been more of a friend now than ever before.
“Married man with three kids… Imagine!”
I said out loud. What could I do though? They were coming after me or rather he was coming after me. Then it hit me. The answer was right in front of me. I had Mr. Van Zyl’s number from when were arranging the deal with Simba.
I called him.
“Lungi you should not be calling me what do you want?”
He said in a rough tone when he picked up but it’s not like I expected any less from him.
“I should not but I have one question for you! Well Mr. Van Zyl where were you on the 14th of December?”
I asked him.
“14th of December? I don’t understand.”
He said and I don’t blame him because I would not have remembered a random date.
“Protea Hotel Wanderers. I saw you kissing Nicolene in the restaurant and yes I have the video!”
I told him bravely.
“You have what?”
He asked me furiously.
“I know your wife; I have seen her a few times when she came to the office. I wonder if she is into threesomes because if she is not, you are about to have lots of drama!”
I told him calmly.
“You would not dare! That’s my family you are messing with!”
He said angrily.
“No sir, you would not dare because that’s my future you have already messed with!’
I responded defiantly.
“You know what to do!”
I told him and with that I hung up the phone!
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I would like to thank you for the wonderful reads over the years. I wish you all the best.
I am 41 and have been married for 13 years. My husband and I started dating at school so we have been together for almost 20 years. The relationship has died. We don’t talk anymore and even when we do we sound like an old couple. He is very traditional and when I try anything new even a recipe he does not want. We don’t go out unless it’s to do grocery shopping come pay day. We don’t attend weddings or funerals together unless it’s on his family side. If it’s mine I can take one of the kids. He does not really go out much as he drinks moderately. I cannot go visit anyone and what’s worse when people come visit me he is uncomfortable. I feel like I am in a prison. I don’t know if I still love him anymore to be honest but I also don’t want to break up our home. I am scared of what is out there and to face it alone if I leave. We have 3 kids together. What do I do to revive this marriage? Should I even be bothering to try?