There are some things in life that you are not prepared for no matter how much of an open mind you keep. The world says be open to surprises to avoid disappointment but sometimes even that does not work. It’s like a sham and a dream that is hard to believe even with your wildest imagination.
‘Let he who has no sin cast the first stone!’
His sister was a prostitute. This uptight, well raised gentleman has a sister who was a prostitute. Fiction I tell you. It did not add up. When Simba had said my sister I tried to replay in my head exactly what had happened from when we got into the car. I was not judging don’t get me wrong. These ladies had shown me so much kindness I don’t even know what to say. I had to find a way of thanking and I think I knew how.
“Are you cold?”
Mbuso had asked me I remember. He had turned around to offer me his jacket. I know he had heard the same thing but he had not reacted the same way. He wanted to stay out of it but the looks of it and even when I tried to hint at him to say something he had not. He simply did not want to get involved and who could blame him. This was beyond twisted.
“He must be sleeping with them!”
That is what I had thought and if Mbuso’s reaction was anything to go by then that’s what he had thought too.
“Its ok I can switch on the aircon if you are!”
Simba had said obviously trying to cut Mbuso’s offer short. Him being nice to me had not made me forget how he had been mean to her.
“No I am fine!”
I told both men. I had so much to think about. I could not shake the sight of Simba’s sister though. The way he had dismissed her was not the way you treat family.
“He is lying!”
A small voice said in my head but loud enough to cause a headache. I stood there in my house thinking of this and it just did not add up. No wonder why Mbuso had run the moment we got back. He knew a fight was coming and how could it not.
Fighting was my first instinct but at that moment I realized that this did not add up. People always tell me that you judge a man by how he treats the women in his life especially his family. Simba to me was super loving and caring. He was also forgiving and understanding considering that with all that had happened with Mthobisi he had not turned against me. If that was really his sister, yes I have my doubts because it does not make sense, why would he leave her like that? What kind of shit human being does that?
“Your sister? Are sure about that?”
I asked him.
“Yes! Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to hear the answer to them. She is my sister and that’s that!”
He snapped at me. The way he was saying callously and with disdain made seem so improbable. I actually thought he was a client because the way he had made us run away from there showed someone who was hiding something. There is no one in this world that is squeaky clean so if he was sleeping prostitutes he must come out with it and let not make me put my life and health at risk.
“Is that all you going to say?”
I asked him when I realized he was indeed going to keep quiet.
“What is it you want me to say?”
He asked me cheekily.
“Simba we just saw your sister, if that is true in the first place, we just saw you sister at a street corner selling herself!”
I pointed out incredulously. I told you that when I went to Simba’s place it was obvious that he had done really well for himself. Why therefore was he not helping his family?
“I don’t want to talk about it Lungi. It’s very personal and I don’t know you well enough yet to open up about such things!”
He said coldly.
“Oh wow, you don’t know me well enough to talk to me but you know me well enough to want to marry? That’s very cheap of you Simba but its ok, stay like that!”
I told him as I walked into my room. I actually had nowhere to sleep. Simba’s TV was on the bed with other things too. Sleeping at home was actually a bad idea after all but I was tired. I removed what I could, just enough to clear a space for me to sleep. As soon as I did that I lay on the bed and passed out. It was not one of those peaceful sleeps unfortunately because I had violent nightmares with Mthobisi featuring heavily in me. I woke up to drink water. I put my head down again and I slept. The dream was totally different now. I did not know where I was but it was familiar.
“Come home! Just follow me and we will make it before sunset!”
My grandmother said to me. I could not tell where home was because she was a bit far.
“Where is that Gogo?”
I screamed after her.
“Its here. Far away from the people chasing you. Come home and they will never touch you again!”
She said offering me sanctuary. I was tired of running, I was exhausted. Immediately after she said that I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around and it was Mthobisi. He looked like a monster so I screamed.
“Lungi! Lungi! Wake up!”
I felt someone shaking me. I turned around only to find Simba standing there in front of me.
“Simba! What are you doing here?”
I asked him.
“I slept here remember!”
He told me but was not surprised I had asked. In my deep sleep I had forgotten he was here that’s all.
“You were having a nightmare there are you ok?”
He asked me.
“Yes I am I think. I am sorry for waking you up!”
I apologized to him.
“No you didn’t wake me. I could not sleep so I have been up.”
He told me.
“What time is it?”
I asked him.
“It’s shortly after 2am. Go back to bed I am sure the dreams won’t come back now that you work up!”
He told me. Wow I thought it would be morning already. I really did not want to sleep again but oh well, my body was tired and the dreams were not done.
“Lungi are you coming?”
My grandmother’s voice asked me. I could not see her but we were at the river again. Why could I not see her? There was the stone. The shiny black stone. Oh my lord it was beautiful, smooth and round like a baby’s bottom. How did I know it was smooth?
“Lungi go fetch that stone it’s our only way out of here! The sun won’t set for you if you have that stone. It’s the key that you need. Hamba uyo ithatha mntanam wami!”
She encouraged me but I started crying because I knew that voice immediately, it was my mother’s voice. It was her I know it. I turned around but something was blocking my view. I could see she was wearing the dress I had bought her but I could not see her face.
“Mama please come closer to the light, I can’t see your face clearly! I have missed you”
I called out to her. The funny thing is it was in the middle of the day but I could not see her face. She did not move forcing me to try walking towards her. I could barely move my feet were in the water now. How did I move from the side of the river to end up in the middle of it? The water was rising steadily.
“Mummy I can’t walk to you please pull me out!”
I said in panic mode. It was rising fast, I was sweating or was it water plashing on my face I am not sure.
“Mum I am drowning!”
I called out to her as the water splashed my face yet again. It was not sweat because there was too much water.
“Lungi, Lungi, Lungi”
I heard another voice call out to me but it was not my mother’s voice anymore, it was a male voice!
“Help me! Help me!”
I screamed as I felt as though I was drowning and the water was going into my mouth. I choked and coughed. The current of the water was getting stronger but it was not carrying me with it. The water was filling my lungs though and they were ripe and ready to burst. I was not dying though, I don’t get it.
“Help me please, someone help me!”
I screamed whilst gurgling the water at the same time. The thing that amazed me was that no matter how much water I took I was not filling up. The worst part is whenever I thought this was my limit, my end I would hold on a bit longer.
“She is not waking up!”
I heard in the distance. I could see red lights somewhere in the sky. I then felt hands on me. Then something pricked me and I was out.
I did not dream anymore and it felt like a long time but at the same time it felt like a short time. I don’t know how to explain because it was I think evening when I walk about at first I thought I was on the side of the river again and instinct told me to move further away from it. I started moving my body but I was so weak.
I heard a soothing voice.
“You ok now!”
A female familiar voice said to me. I was not sure whom it belonged to but I knew it. I open my eyes and had to blink two or three times before my eyes could familiarize myself with the space. I was in a room, white walls and a curtain!
“You scared us there Lungi, you up at last!”
It was Ezile. What, this bitch had better not have entered my nightmares too come on! What was she doing at my house now? I don’t need this kind of drama. I tried to sit up but there was something painful in my arms. Then it hit me, I don’t have white walls at my flat.
I let out a sigh of pain. It really hurt.
“Steady Lungi steady! You ok now!”
Ezile told me.
Was I still dreaming? I was confused.
“Where am I?”
I asked her.
“You are in the hospital Lungi.”
She told me. The jabbing pain was from a drip inside me.
“I don’t understand! I was at home when I slept, am I dreaming!”
I asked her.
“No Lungi I can assure you that you are not dreaming. You have been unconscious for two days now!”
She told me.
“What do you mean?”
I asked her.
“You have been sedated for two days now as all your vitals were elevated. Simba brought you here!”
She explained but she was not making sense to me at all. It had to be part of the dream surely.
“But I am not sick!”
I told her.
“Maybe not but for the sake of the baby we had to sedate you! You almost lost the baby had we given you the wrong meds!”
She said casually.
“Baby? What baby?”
I asked her. My aunts words rang in my ears and if I was not dreaming and in the hospital then wait,
“You are pregnant Lungi? Didn’t you know?”
She told me with a look of surprise on her face. I felt tears flow down the side of my face as I responded.
“No! I didn’t know!”
I said and I just closed my eyes and prayed I would wake up from this dream if I was still dreaming at all!
They were coming for me!
********* The End*********
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for the always amazing stories. You take our imaginations to places unknown with your writings.
I am a 33 year old married woman. I started cheating on my husband even before we got married. We started dating when we were in high school and ended up at the same university. We dated through that and because we grew up a few houses apart our families always knew about us. I love my husband, he is my friend and my protector and he loves me too. The problem was I always I felt I married early without having weighed my options. We had a child in our last year of university and now we have three children. My first pay cheque went to buying pampers and curtains. All my memories are of him or us. I have never been single and there are times when I feel overwhelmed and claustrophobic. I have never experienced any other life except one with him. I am not saying I am not grateful for him, I really am but I have always wondered if there was more. I cheated on him for the first time in my second year of working. It was with a guy from work. It was the most amazing time of my life literally which is wrong. It was fun dangerous and I was doing things I had never done. My hubby and I grew up the same way so we practically know the same things. This guy grew up different so he taught me different things. We didn’t last long but it was not supposed to last in the first place right. Two years ago I cheated again this time with a married man. My husband was working out of town when I met him. It was also amazing and fun. It’s not that my husband does not make me happy, he does but I just want more. It’s selfish, it’s cruel, and its mean I know but this feeling of there being something missing is overwhelming. Although we both work we can’t really afford extras or holidays with three kids. My husband does not really go out meaning I can’t also go out. He now wants us to join ZCC and I have totally refused and lately it has been causing tension. That church is conservative and already I live in a conservative home. I have three kids and a man who loves me and them but I am not fulfilled! Is that even normal? Am I bewitched and destined to be unhappy? I can’t understand this feeling I have.
Please advise me.
There will be no Majuba blog tomorrow Friday. I will be back on the road for our little project. It’s looking good. We are going to capture SA TV just watch.
God Bless and Be Safe