Majuba 71


Here is a simple reality, in South Africa today with the way things have been set up over the 20 years if you want to

have a successful business even job a crime has to be committed. That crime is called corruption and before you jump on the bandwagon most of us had had committed that one specific crime by the time we were ten. When one might ask? Remember at school when you promised the class monitor a packet of maskopas so that for that one week he won’t write your name down on the noisemakers list? Mmmm yeah I see you. Where was the government then? You realized that paying someone gets you something bigger your want all by yourself. All drivers know this, sometimes it’s easier to bribe the traffic officer than face a hectic ticket for a crime you obviously committed! All these things have consequences and the difference is that we only consider something corruption if it does not benefit us. I needed to stop running from my boss then and speak to Naledi’s father as to how we move on. I am very certain that the majority of people whoever got a tender bribed someone on some level of the project so I should stop being a baby and man up.

“Where am I taking you?”

I asked Londiwe as we drove away from the High court where I had literally bribed a security guard r100 for my freedom.

“To our flat”

She told me.

“I am going to be honest we will be stupid if I just move right back in without us fixing things between us!”

I told her.

“Fine let’s fix them now!”

She challenged me.

“No I can’t do it now I have a lot of things to do and I know you will find some other war for this but I am sleeping at my mothers. I am house sitting there!”

I told her. She scowled at me and I could see that she was getting angry.

“Londiwe if we look for quick fix solutions to our problems this relationship won’t last. We need real solutions that can leave us together forever!”

I told her sternly but trying to be charming as well. No woman wants to hear that your plans for her are for the short term. I was saying all the right things.

“Ok then but it must not take too long. We can go for therapy if you want I just don’t want to lose you!”

She told me with a weak defeated smile.

That was three weeks ago. Christmas came and went and I had not gone home. Londiwe went back to Jozini as all Jhb Zulus do come Christmas and she came back after New Year even. This is the time when all men who get married to Zulu originals and are based in other provinces get to breathe, drink and scratch that cheating itch! Wena o ya kae leaving your husband home alone in the festive season when drinks are plenty, friends are many and legs open faster than you can say Happy New Year. Three weeks later:

“Vusi I need to see you its important!”

Naledi said to me frantically on the phone.

“We don’t have a scheduled meeting do we?”

I asked her.

“Well now we do!”

She said dismissively,

“I am outside right now and your car is here! Open the bloody gate!”

She said. I was still at my mother’s house!

“Three weeks of peace and you just rock up like this!”

I asked her shocked at her gull.

“Dude you are not my boyfriend ok! It was New Years I always travel this time of the year so I travelled!”

She said walking rudely sitting down.

“You don’t have to be rude hey. You are the one who said you wanted to see me and I opened for you!”

I reminded her.

“So what? I told you I was pregnant and you said nothing about that! What kind of a man are you? I thought you were different from the riff raff out there but clearly not!”

She fired back.

“You are wondering why I didn’t take it seriously. Would you take you seriously under the circumstances?”

I asked folding my arms across my chest.

“I beg your pardon?”

She said surprised at me standing up for myself I guess but I really didn’t care. I lived with Londiwe and I know drama so really I fear no one.

“Yes you heard me. The baby is not mine if at all there is a baby. I don’t need babies right now. Londiwe is pregnant right now and you want to come up at me with this?”

I said to her and I found myself laughing.

“No wait! Please!”

I told her dismissively.

“Can I ask you one question?”

She asked me.

“Yes sure but you might not like the answer!”

I warned her.

“Where do babies come from?”

Ok that was a dumb question.

“I will indulge you. Babies come from having sex!”

I responded.

“Good. Did you have sex with me? Yes or no please!”

That had been a trick question.

“That’s two questions so I don’t have to answer that Naledi! Your baby is not my baby and we can wait for you to give birth to do a DNA test otherwise right now you are wasting both our time!”

I told her defiantly.

“You can’t be serious!”

She said in utter disbelief.

“I thought you said in December you go enjoy yourself with better men!”

I reminded her.

“I never said that but wait are you saying that now you are jealous?”

She asked me.

“No I am not. We have more serious problems to worry about all of us. I was fired from my job because my boss knows the role I played in the getting of the tender.”

I told her.

“So? That has nothing to do with me ok; I am not the one who worked for him!”

She explained.

“Yes you are right there but unfortunately for you we are a company so everyone goes down. I want to see how you will be able to get sex for your condition in jail!”

I said nastily.

“I can’t believe you just said that because I told you that in confidence now you are using it against me!”

She said crying out loud.

“Don’t play victim here! You came here with an agenda and clearly that did not work out for you.”

I reminded her.

“Ok what do you want me to do then? I am just as new as you to this so what do expect me to do! Does my father know you were fired?”

She asked me.

“No he does not! I did not want to be hasty and tell him things because I don’t know how he will react! Imagine next thing my boss is found dead!”

I said jokingly but deep down I knew it was not a joke.

“Nah my father is not like that. He is the sweetest guy I know and you could learn a thing or two from him if you pay attention.”

She said. She stood up and went to the kitchen where she came with a bottle of wine.

“What are you doing? You are pregnant!”

I told her.

“I know that dumbass. I like smell of it lately because it calms my nerves down.”

She explained. She poured just a little and I took. A big whiff of it. Honestly pregnant women have weird cravings.

“Do you want me to tell my dad for you?”

She asked me.

“I will tell him myself. With the politics of the day I honestly don’t know where he stands with the new guys so it might mean his protections are not as strong as they were before.”

I warned her. She did not seem convinced by it but what choice did she have.

“I am not worried about my father he always seem to land on his feet so I am sure we will be fine!”

A lot of people who seem to land on their feet as she so eloquently put it do so at the expense of others. That’s how it works and this girl was naïve therefore if she thought her father would not sacrifice us.

“Knock knock…”

A voice shouted as the door opened. It was my mother and she was back at last. A full three week holiday honestly I envied her.

“Welcome welcome…”

Naledi said going to meet her at the door. Who gave her that right because only the people who live in that house can do that?

“At last I missed my house!”

My mother said as she put her bag down.

“Vusi I have bags in the Uber go help the guy!”

She said like I was 16. I stepped outside to go fetch her things. It was not a lot though which by my mother’s standard was rather odd. She liked to shop which for a woman her age I could never understand.

“They are all done!”

I said after about five minutes. She was talking to Naledi giving her all the highlights of her trip. I like the idea of travelling but I always feel like as black people half of the world is closed to use because those countries are racist. I would love to visit Eastern Europe those countries like Hungary, Czech Republic but I watched a movie called Hostel once upon a time and ah, ke sharp!

“Ma I can’t stay much longer I have to go but it was good to see you.”

Naledi said standing up to hug my mother before she left. I did not walk her out.

“Was she staying here with you?”

My mother asked curiously.

“No she was not!”

I told her.

“She called me Mma; she has never done that before? Are you seeing her?”

My curious mother asked.

“No mom and I won’t be either!”

I told her.

“You don’t need to be rude about I was just asking. Anyway this weekend I think sizayo thetha nezinyana!”

My mother said as soon as she sat down.

“Since when do you speak Xhosa?”

I asked her.

“You are South African you must learn all languages!”

She said with a smile on her face.

“Oh well I am not interested in learning all eleven and its 13 languages now if you count Shona and Ndebele from Zimbabwe!”

I told her and she scowled.

“What you don’t believe me? There are more Zimbabweans in South Africa than Swatis or Tsongas so at some point those languages will be be part of ours.”

I told her. She was stumped and I could genuinely see her try to process it in her head.

“That will never happen but you have a point in a few years time we will be talking second generation and those are South Africans!”

She said.

“Translate ke what you said I don’t speak Xhosa!”

I told her.

“I was saying that we are going to visit your grandparent’s graves and so on! I feel it’s important as we usher in the New Year!”

She told me.

“Mum come on, the last time you did this was almost ten years ago and that was dramatic enough for a lifetime. Are you sure you want this?”

I asked her.

“Yes I am sure it’s time to bury the hatchet with our relatives!”

She said and I was not sure at all.

Last time we went to our rural home, my paternal grandmothers’ beat my mother up and chased her away. She had vowed never to go back but clearly she had forgotten.

“We are going!”

She said and she stood up and left the room.

I actually feared for her!

**********The End***********

Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)

Dear Mike

Thank you for the opportunity to send this.

I have a problem and it’s my younger sister. She had always been a sweet child until last year when she turned 15. She just lost it. She started drinking and partying. No one can tell her what to do and even the teachers started complaining. She got into a fight at school last year and hit someone with a stone. Being from a small community the police forced her to talk to someone. She has absolutely no problem according to her and she said it was friends influencing her. The school expelled her so we put her in boarding school because she was now afraid that the girl she beat up with one day come after her. In December when I went home I found my mother had a black eye. She would not tell me why or how and only two days ago did I find out that my little sister beat up my mother! I am so angry and I swear I could kill her for this. My mother did not tell anyone out of embarrassment I found out from the neighbours kid! I am paying for her boarding school but right now honestly I don’t want anything to do with her. She has to be punished no matter what but I don’t know what to do.

Please Help


4 thoughts on “Majuba 71

  1. Thanks Team
    @Dendron – I am lost for words, so sorry that your family is going through this. Try counselling, take her to church or something; but this is a sign of a very big problem.
    Good luck!

  2. Thank you Bhuti Mike
    Dendron, there is a huge problem here.
    Violence is screaming out so loud for attention. She will never open up to you or your mom for that matter. You need to find her best friend or that person she has a soft spot for. Please get my email from the blog administrator and we can talk further.
    Calm down, stop being angry and gather some strength.

  3. Thanks bhut’Mike and team
    Dendron sometimes they say when people act out of character it is a cry for help. I suspect something traumatic happened and she cannot bring herself to talk about it as she will have to relive that moment. She maybe blaming herself for it therefore cannot forgive herself and as a result, she is angry and lashing out on everyone. Do not be angry or give up on her until you know the root cause of her behavior. Seek professional help and I wish you all the best

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