I don’t know about us black people but for white people reputation means everything. Did you know that there have
only ever been two unmarried American presidents in 300 years? It is because white believe that for a man to run a country he must first know how to run a family. The family unit is therefore incredibly important and getting divorced especially through a scandal is something they avoid at all cost. For Mr. Van Zyl this scandal would hit not only at home but at work too because he could be suspended or fired from the board for improper conduct. Don’t be fooled, a lot of white executives have girlfriends at work. We just choose to think that black seniors are corrupt but white people too. Only people who have never worked with whites go around saying they prefer white men to black men and that’s because they don’t know them or have been watching too much TV. Men are all the same, they are lustful and opportunists.
“If I make them drop all the charges will you destroy the video?”
He asked me.
“I will but don’t think for one second I will drop the case against the company. I was one of your hardest workers and you did that to me!”
I said to him.
“Well that’s up to the lawyers. On my side all I promise is that the charges against you will be dropped by the end of business day today. On that you have my word.”
With that part he dropped the phone. I did not for one second doubt his word because he had a lot to lose. It was not just his reputation on the line but his job and career.
I said out loud. Its funny now when I look back that was the first step to regaining my life. I had been stumbling from disaster to disaster. I called Nthabiseng.
“I sorted it out; they are dropping the theft charges as well as the case the sent to IPID!”
I told her but I did not want to sound too excited.
“I am glad you did whatever you had to do. That’s what we needed, a break. As soon as they drop them we are handing in our Heads of Argument and the case commences!”
She told me. I was glad that she was on it. She was very professional and I think it was because of the way we had spoken in the morning. Friendship is friendship and business is what it is, business! I like that. The more serious we got the more things moved. I should learn those boundaries fast if I was going to survive in this world. My smile was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Sfiso. I had forgotten he said he is coming to town.
“Hey there I am driving into Jhb as we speak. Are you going to send me your location?”
He said in that fun tone of his. He was always at ease this guy, no worry in the world. I swear if you did not know you would not see that he was in mourning.
“Love I am always in trouble for being impulsive. Please try and understand why we can’t meet today!”
I told him. I was not being mean or anything but over time I had messed up in that I was impulsive with everything I did. That’s why I always ended up with either my foot in my mouth or worse.
“Ok then but you not treating me right woman! I drove all this way now am going to drive all the way back without seeing you. Do you know how much I wanted to see you?”
He asked me.
“Well I hope it was to take me to lunch because you know am not a booty call!”
I told him and he laughed.
“My wife just died, sex is the last thing on my mind. Food was on my mind and nothing else!”
I accused him.
“That sounds like the name of a movie!”
He said and we loved.
“Oh shit, a metro is pulling me over! I am not on hands free!”
He said and he dropped. They are probably going to search him thinking that he is one of the protesters at this Zuma strike. In this country you simply can’t avoid politics no matter who you are.
I called my sister to ask about my mum. I was going to go see her but she said that my mother was not to be seen. I bought that argument.
“I will come by later so we can talk. That little scene at the hospital was rather embarrassing and I don’t want us to be that kind of family.”
“Which scene because err there are many?”
I asked her.
“No man, the way mum shouted at Aunty. That was uncalled for. I was embarrassed. I think we should talk sister to sister so that we don’t end up like that, with such bitterness!”
She said thoughtfully. Was I being pranked? I went to check by the window because maybe there was a camera somewhere but I promise you there was not. First Mr. Van Zyl now this. Goodness was my Young Employed and Single tale coming to an end. When people like me start getting good things you should worry.
“Ok then I will hear from you then!”
I told her and I hung up the phone but not with a smile but rather perplexed. All along I had been asking her to talk now she agreed. It was not a victory therefore as it felt as though something was up. I might as well play the lotto then with the way my luck was going.
I sat down a confused now on whether to celebrate my victories at the expense of jinxing them. There was a soft knock at the door. See, I knew it was too good to be true. Whenever someone knocks at my door its problems.
“Who is it?”
I asked from inside the door.
“It’s me Aunty Lungi, its Ntheteng.”
A sweet little voice shouted out. I even felt like laughing.
“Hey aunty Lungi I have missed you so much!”
She said as soon as I opened the door. She gave me a big hug.
“Hello Ntheteng! Where have you been?”
I asked her actually very excited to see.
“We on holiday now so I went to visit. Aunt Lungi can you bake. Lesedi bakes with her mother and I want to do that too. I was so embarrassed Aunty Lungi please teach me!”
She said everything so fast. My first intention was to say no but she looked so pitiful.
“Of course I will teach you. Does it have to be today though as in now?”
I asked her. I did not have anything else to do but I had just scored a victory and I wanted a glass of wine to celebrate.
“Yes please, pretty please. My dad won’t mind I promise. He is sleeping and sulking about something right now I don’t know what. My aunt said he needs a woman and he just got sour and said we should leave!”
She said and I laughed it off with her. Children can say things they are not supposed to say and they can embarrass you I tell you. For a seven year old Ntheteng spoke a lot. She had so many ideas in her head as I took out the ingredients. I might not cook every day but I have everything in my house. It’s something my mother taught me; a woman’s fridge must never run empty. I had baking, flour, eggs, milk, sugar and yes even a bit of vanilla essence even though it was not a lot. Oops almost forgot the butter. I did not have coconut or raisins I say that because she asked for them specifically.
“Do you have a recipe book?”
She asked me.
“Nope but we can use the internet. We will find a nice recipe there!”
I told her and I was right. There was no excuse. My oven had not been used in a while so I am sure if it had life in it, it was celebrating.
“What do you call this Aunty Lungi?”
She asked me.
And with that began one of the longest conversations I have ever heard with a kid. Goodness these kids know a lot. She asked me everything from Jacob Zuma to Skeem Saam. I have never even watched an episode of Skeem Saam uhm it’s not Zulu enough I guess.
“Your dad allows you to watch that?”
I asked when she was telling me about Lelo and whoever else, some girl in a wheel chair.
“Yes he does, he is often so tired when he comes back from work he takes a nap.”
She told me innocently. Somehow that did not sit well with me.
“Uhm how often does that happen that he falls asleep?”
I asked her. I was prying from a 7 year old where was my honour really?
“It’s often. He has to work, come home, help me with my homework and cook at the same time. I understand why he is tired. He doesn’t allow me to watch TV before homework and that sucks! Homework has to be the worst thing ever! Did you like homework when you were my age?”
She asked me. She had so many questions. I changed the subject and started asking her about cartoons and stuff. We had become intense too fast. It was only an hour later when she was drinking juice and having a glass of wine that there was a knock on the door.
“Lungi! Lungi! Please open up!”
It was Mbuso and it sounded urgent.
I said opening.
“Have you seen Ntheti? I fell asleep and…”
That’s when he saw her. He strode in with urgency.
“Ntheti, you had me worried. You should not just walk out of the house like that; goodness I was having a heart attack!”
He shouted at her.
“She was safe with me …”
“Stay out of this! I am trying to discipline her and you are not helping!”
He shouted at me so loud Ntheteng and I both jumped in shock at the ferocity of it.
“Ntheti go home right now!”
The poor child ran out of the house so fast I am sure Usain Bolt would have been proud.
“Please, with all due respect, stay away from my daughter!”
He said and with that he walked out.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
Hello mike and the diary family. Thank you for reading my letter. I honestly need your help as im really confused.
Im 23 and I’ve been with this guy since 2013. Our sex life is the best, he told me that he has never enjoyed sex with anyone else other than me and i also give him the crown hands down. We have talked about our sex experiences with our previous partners before and i was very open about them, but recently he has been asking me about my sex experiences a lot to a point that im starting to get uncomfortable talking about it. I once had a one night stand before we got together and he knows about it since i told him, but he keeps asking me what happened that night, im sure i have told him more than 15 times it started to annoy me to a point that i told him since i dont like talking about it (im really ashamed about it) and he said that when i tell him about that night it turns him on, he likes the idea of me being a bad girl. Now yesterday he told me that he wants me to have sex with someone else so that i can be sure that his sex is the best ive ever had because he believes that the number of people i have had sex with (4) is so small i need to explore, honestly that doesn’t sit well with me. What is even worse is he says he wants me to have sex with someone in his presence, i mean is this guy possessed? He has asked for anal i said no, he asked for 3sum with 2 guys i said no. Should i start mentioning him in my prayers?
Guys im really confused does this guy want to get rid of me? Or he just doesn’t enjoy sex with me? Is this even normal?
Im now even thinking about considering his suggestions just to please him but im not comfortable. I dont want to lose him please i dont know what to do.