That’s the name of the game. There no bigger saboteur in this country than Julius Malema. Imagine that guy giving you his word? You will have the most pathetic low esteem desperate for vindication person in the world to believe that guy. He turned on Jacob Zuma after convincing everyone that Thabo Mbeki was the enemy. He then changed his mind and said no actually Mbeki was his friend he made a mistake. He told women that Khwezi must have liked it then when women called him trash he turned around and he said he did not really mean it after the damage was done. He then went to the DA and said Maimane umngani wami mina nawe si so! Guess what…true to form Maimane the hired black is about to lose Nelson Mandela Bay and Johannesburg because Malema has let’s all say it together…has changed his mind! That’s the caliber of the man and with that said I knew another person in the same whatsapp group with him, my mother! This woman was treacherous to say the least! A snake and not just any snake but the sleaziest snake you can think of! What the hell was she doing? She hated Londiwe before yet now she was acting like she was her best friend.
I said angrily at her. I stood up even but Naledi put her hand on top of mine to calm me down.
“Oh this just keeps getting better and better. Thandi I didn’t know you had such a beautiful sister!”
He said to my mum teasing her about Londiwe.
“Oh she is too beautiful to be my sister. This is my new assistant Londiwe, Londiwe meet my soon to be in laws and my daughter in law!”
Sometimes lies take you out of a situation and then there are times like this right now when they actually make things worse.
“Thank you sir.”
Londiwe said with her Zulu English. I saw Londiwe pick up her juice and down it. I am sure she wished for something stronger but pregnancy does not allow that now does it.
“Sit, sit guys!”
Naledi’s father offered.
“This is cause for celebration, who knew Dorcas that we would end up as family!”
He said. My mother gave an uncomfortable smile but her being her she was already on the one. Women have rights we know but drinking with your mother as a man is simply not cool. Oh, the name Dorcas is one my mother hated with a passion. She preferred going by her African name but oh well it was out in the open now.
“Mum you are driving please don’t forget!”
I told her as I saw her staring at the wine.
“Nonsense, I will drive her home myself if I must then I can drop Londiwe off for you!”
This old man said to my mum. He was clearly fascinated with which made the situation even more uncomfortable.
Londiwe said and because I know her when she is being sarcastic this was one of those moments.
“Wow a pure Zulu girl, respectful humble and contrite!”
Naledi’s father said clearly smitten by my Zulu girl. This is the myth which we perpetuate amongst ourselves that Zulu women are the last hope for men when it comes to traditions and respect. It’s a lie. Men who say that are those men who are looking for puppets to abuse and think that just because Zulu women can walk bare breasted it means they will worship them. The world has changed.
“Yes that’s why I hired her.”
My mother said to him. I was at a loss for words on this because what could possibly be the reason these two did this.
“I hope that we are going to have fun tonight. Everyone looks tense and this should be a celebration not a funeral.”
It was clear that the only one having fun at this event was him and not us.
“My daughter, Vusi you have made me so proud! I always knew that one day a young good and well raised gentleman would sweep you off your feet!”
He said cheerfully.
“Can we have a toast please?”
My mother said I think just trying to get some more alcohol inside her. She is the one who poured her own glass as we were late. Londiwe had to wait for non alcoholic champagne much at the protestation of this creepy old man.
“Are you doing the toast or am I?”
My mother asked Naledi’s dad.
“No the toast is all on you Dorcas, you called it!”
He said. I just held my breath.
“To Vusi and Naledi, may you have a long and fruitful marriage? May you be blessed with kids and make us grandparents!”
She said and raised her glass. The two of them raised their glasses except for Londiwe. We all saw even the father saw and asked,
He asked. It’s considered bad luck to not toast someone by white people because definitely this is not our culture.
“Oh in my church we don’t toast!”
Mr. Gumbi pressed her.
“I go to Shembe and anything that’s got alcohol is considered bad luck. I want to wish them well in my own way but not like this.”
She lied. This woman can lie ah because even I was convinced with the lie even though I knew it was one. Made me wonder how many lies she had told me before and I never picked up on.
“Oh that makes sense but …”
His phone rang and he paused. He looked at who was calling then he said,
“Sorry guys, I have to take this?”
He said and he stood up to go take the call outside. This was. The first time the four of us had been left together and immediately I went after these two!
“Mum what it is this? Londiwe?”
I asked her. I was practically hissing at this stage because what she had done had consequences and by she I meant my mother. Londiwe knew how important this was in the scheme of things and she had said that she will support me and her being here was not support. .
“Are you trying to sabotage this?”
I asked Londiwe.
“I don’t know why you are attacking because it was not my idea. Your mother showed up at the house after you left and insisted I should come with her. She even bought me this dress. Don’t you think it looks nice?”
She asked me.
“Really right now you want me to complimenting dresses? Ok fine yes it’s nice but you know what is happening here how could you allow yourself to be here?”
I attacked her. This was not a joke and I was genuinely scared for my life and here was a person who claimed to love me who was playing with that.
“Stop attacking her. I was doing this for you. After your boss was killed today did you think I would want you out by yourself?”
My mother asked me.
“By himself? You knew he would be with me though that’s how my father invited you!”
“Well yeah but he is your father so he won’t do anything to you but this is my son, my only son so there was no way in hell o was going to allow this to happen!”
My mother said defiantly.
Naledi said pausing to think,
“You think my father is going to murder you?”
She asked me.
“What? No! Mum come on did you really say that? Why would you think her father would murder me are you crazy?”
I said trying to save the situation.
“Your mother has had a lot to drink please don’t listen to her!”
Londiwe stepped in. She too could see that this was getting out of hand quickly.
“She does not mean it Naledi, no one thinks your father is a killer so don’t listen to her. I should never have come see why I told you it’s a bad idea!”
Londiwe said turning to my mother. Before she could answer Naledi’s father rejoined us on the table.
“Sorry guys it’s just a busy day even when all I want to do is relax! Has the waiter come yet?”
He asked as he sat down.
The rest of the evening was uneventful because my mother kept her mouth shut. Naledi’s father was actually going out of his way to be nice but the most irritating thing was that he gave extra attention to Londiwe.
“So you not married right?”
He asked her at some point.
“Dad come on you are embarrassing me!”
Naledi reprimanded him.
“What? You the one who always says I should get out more and now I see a beautiful I try to speak to her and you think I am inappropriate!”
He complained to her.
“But you don’t do such in front of your daughter! She is my age for crying out loud!”
“So what age must I go for? You want me to look for a woman with 5 kids, diabetes and still paying mortgage?”
The father challenged her.
“Vusi take me home please!”
Naledi said standing up.
“Naledi come on I am just teasing. Ok I will stop!”
Her father quickly said.
“Vusi I said take me home now!”
She said again.
“You really humiliated me today. To behave like this in front of my fiancé and his mother is beyond disgraceful. If you didn’t want this dinner you should have said!”
She said angrily walking away.
“Guys can you give me a lift as well. I can’t stay here!”
Londiwe said following us standing up immediately.
“Ladies come on, Naledi I am sorry!”
Her father pleaded but Naledi had already walked out. She walked quite fast actually and I had to run after her to keep abreast.
“That man I can’t believe his gall!”
She fumed as walked away angrily.
“I am sorry guys, I am really sorry I really did not plan for this to happen!”
Londiwe said when she got to us.
“Shut up I will deal with you and my mother later!”
I told her angry.
I said it so loudly that one of the women who was cleaning the complex exclaimed,
I was so mad!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I have been an avid reader of your work but I never thought I would end being the one to write you like this.
My sister went to University in 2011 and when she was there she met a Nigerian man. He was one of those guys who spoiled her rotten and used to but her expensive gifts shoes etc. I remember that I learned my weaves from her as at the time she used to show us how a woman ‘should’ be treated. This man was sweet, caring, understanding all the things that we all thought South African men don’t do. He married her in 2014 mind you she was 22 at this stage. She was already pregnant at this stage. All along we used to ask her what her boyfriend did for a living. I remember at the wedding my parents also asked this question and the guy was smooth because he got away with it without really answering the question. 2015 we started noticing that she was losing weight. It was argued that it was the baby taking its toil but by the end of that year she was a shell of herself. It was really bad. When we went to visit her at her house she was staying with her ‘rich’ husband but in one of those dodgy parts of Kempton Park with many other ‘relatives’. Fast forward to January 19 2018. She called me in the morning saying that she could not do this anymore. I thought she wanted a divorce and because we already knew of his countless cheating spells I told her to end it. I told her to come home we will figure it all out. January 23rd my sister’s body was found dumped in Vaal. They say she was hijacked and they wanted the car. She was driving a Fiat Palio so who would hijack someone in a Palio and kill them. I went to the police to lay a charge. They told me that her husband is part of a syndicate of drug dealers and unfortunately unless they had concrete proof of his part in her murder it will be tricky. I was very angry at the police because if they knew he was dealing why didn’t they arrest him before all this happened. My family is still hurting and we need answers. I wrote to City Press and I also wrote to Fikile Mbalula when he was the Minister. They responded and I spoke to investigators even about this.
The moral of the story friends is please if you have sisters or friends dating these men, you as their people must be extra vigilant for them. I lost my sister because we were all blinded by his gifts and bashing South African men. We all had a sixth sense that he could possibly be doing illegal things but because our sister was happy we did not care.
I am hurting.