Memoirs – Chapter Forty Six

There are some people who have a nasty habit of trying to be larger in deeds than they are really in life. My in laws are exactly like that. Ever since I married their daughter there is a lot of things they started doing which before marriage I am certain they did not do. If there was a way of for asking for a car they already would have. Get this straight, a son in law is not an employer for his mother and father in law meant to give them money. Most in laws do not know that and try to take advantage. They seem not to acknowledge that a son in law also has his own extended family to consider as well as the very wife he is married to. Not fighting back when in-laws ask for something is not a sign of weakness but usually it is one of respect so as not to cause tension. I often warned my wife every time they came to speak to them but she seemed not to heed my calls. I had to make sure they were comfortable though but this did not mean I was going to change my stance. I did not even know how long they would be in town for as they had not even said they would be here in the first place. What a way to spoil such a beautiful day.

It was not five minutes after I had received the call from the BnB, still savouring my victory that my wife came storming down the stairs furious over the fact that I had not put her parents in a hotel. I was so surprised. When my parents had come, they had stayed at the very same BnB and I remember my wife going to see them and saying how beautiful it was. Now I knew what she had meant was that it was beautiful for my parents but nowhere good enough for my parents. That is marriage for you. No matter what best intentions you have! A part of you always leans towards your own blood when it comes to granting favours. Marriage does not stop you from being originally from that family no matter how much you say your new marital family is your priority. I did not want to shout back especially in front of her cousin who had just arrived because it would make us look like a fighting couple hence a bad first impression. I almost certain they had asked her to report on me on how I treat their daughter because they were that kind of parents. They wanted the best for their daughter as long as it directly benefitted them.

I explained to her what had happened and how expensive it was at the Garden Court. She totally ignored me and said I should have consulted her. She said her parents should not sleep at that filthy BnB when there were hotels all over. I snapped at her and said,
“So its good enough for my parents! You booked them there the first time and it was good enough and now you say it is not good enough for my parents?”
I said furiously but without raising my voice. It stumped for a moment when she realized that she was the one who had booked them there in the first place not that I had a problem with it all. The place was actually very beautiful and cosy so why should it be a bother. She wanted to say something but the words would not leave her lips because now it would mean she would be admitting to putting my parents in a place she considered inferior! She just mumbled something like, ‘this is not right,’ and walked to her cousins room whom I am sure had heard everything.
I heard her close the door behind her and I sat there alone and began to think of all that had transpired that day.

Her cousin was from I’m NU2 near Sisa Dukashe’s stadium. Her parents had never been well off resulting in their three kids being raised by different relatives. I know a lot of people say that if you are poor why have so many kids when rich people only have one or two but truth be told when you are in poverty children are your only source of joy or pride even if you cannot afford to give them. Most so called rich and educated people complain and moan about how they pay taxes to raise these kids but reality is the social welfare grant is there so you can moan all you want for saving other peoples lives with your hard earned labour but pay you shall so get with the program. They were not lazy parents either, if I am not mistaken the mother was a domestic worker and the father am not so sure. I did not mind her moving in because it would help with the chores in the house and we would be able to help someone else. Living just two people is not entirely nice to be honest as we run out of conversation eventually and start fighting about unnecessary things.

Khanyi called and asked my wife if she could pick her up at the airport. I heard my wife say she could not as her parents were around she had to go to them. I saw her looking at me and I knew what would happen next. She leaned over the kitchen counter and asked,

“Baby will you please go pick up Khanyi at the airport she is stranded!”

My wife had this thing of wanting to please her friends come what may. She could simply have said no she could not pick up and ended it there but no she had to over commit herself and volunteer me. I did not mind leaving the house because it meant fresh air from the tension the parents had caused. I also did not change as I was wearing track pants after the parents had surprised us.

I picked up my keys and drove to the airport. When I got there I called Khanyi to wait for me in the pick up and go area. She was there and she looked amazing. She came and I helped her put her bags in the boot. She was still sour towards me but I pretended not to notice and started making conversation. Eventually she cut me short and asked me to apologize for the misunderstanding. Women are all the same! Whether she is the Mrs., nyatsi or even one night stand they always want an apology. Its part of the respect thing they have going no matter how much lack of self respect she might have! Here was a nyatsi wanting to be shown respect! Deep! I did so and immediately she lightened up.

She started being flirty and telling me what I had missed out on. When we got to her place she went ahead to open the door whilst I walked round to take the bags. As soon as I entered the door she closed it behind her and locked. She walked straight up to me and without hesitation pulled down my pants and pulled my schlong into her mouth.

Hold up, this was the same schlong that had been in my wife not more than three hours ago. Should I stop her? Hell no! I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the second mouth there in one day.

I wish I had read 50 Shades of Grey so I could tie her up and have my way with her the way I wanted to! I told her I had no condoms and she replied,

“I have a full box don’t worry!”

I don’t know whether to find that comforting or worrying?

****The End*****

Mikeatdiary
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
@diaryofazulugal

Dear Mike
I must say this first, you really are an amazing writer whose talent I commend.

My problem: I am 42. I am married to a husband who for 13years of our marriage was not emotionally available. He always had something to do, a project stressing him or something. We do well for ourselves, live in a gated community and drive big cars, kids in private schools etc. The lifestyle is good and all along I never thought I needed more as breaking up our family was not an option. A year back I got myself a Ben10. He is 26. The boy is a demon in bed and there is nothing he won’t do for me. Initially it was just sex but the better it got the more attached I became. He was single at the time but two weeks back he told me he is seeing someone else his age. My first instinct was to break up with him but I did not. I fear I have trapped myself because I am so happy and satisfied when I am with him. My husband simply does not care no matter how much I try motivate him to do things. He is too lazy to notice that I dress sexier, tighter, shorter, I gym etc. I doubt he is having an affair either because that’s how lazy he is.

Kindly advise me on how to handle my Ben10 situation. Oh I asked my husband a few times for us to go for therapy and got a flat NO and a cold shoulder.

Thank You

Desperate Housewife