Confessions – Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

I tried to think hard if Sibongiles father was the type of man to have a sugarbaby and that was met by an emphatic no even in my head. I even got a headache at that thought. What young girl in her right mind would allow herself to be a sugarbaby to this man. Come on. I don’t care how desperate a girl can get but ladies please standards! He looked stingy even on himself so a girl did not need to be told. Sibongile and her family were possibly lower middle class, pay cheque to pay cheque so to speak but they were not poor. She afforded my school which was just the right amount for a government school. I doubt very much though that he could afford a sugarbaby so this was confusing. I asked Sibongile how this was possible because her father she often said had never heard of the word romance so how could he possibly woo a girl. This was like watching a fiction movie, Sci Fi at that with aliens and talking trees! It was impossible. She said that no her father had put in a request at church for a second wife. He had asked the ‘prophet’ if he could take another and the ‘prophet’ had agreed. Her mother had disapproved which is why they had fought. She also said that he had never met the woman possibly until last week but it was what the Holy Spirit wanted. See why I believe in the traditional churches! There is no way the Holy Spirit said that I felt, it was a conspiracy which the little boys club at his church created to sleep around! What a loser!

I asked her what happened to her mother’s money because last I checked her mother was nurse. She actually laughed when I said that and said in all their marriage she doubts her mother has ever seen her own pay cheque. Everything went to her father as he controlled the cash in the house. Her mother got a stipend from her father and that was it. I was a bit confused by this now! Yes I understood what she meant but I was confused by the stupidity of a woman who makes her own salary giving away her pay cheque to her husband. I don’t care how much you love him nor how much he loves you but you can’t receive pocket money out of your own salary. I jokingly said that it’s time she poisoned that man and go get life insurance out of it! He deserved it shem this man was living like a king and treating her like a servant. I was stunned but like Kermit says, it’s not of my business! I need a cup of tea!

I told her that maybe it’s better to stay in the shack until they could get things in order so that they could at least get a place. She told me that when people say such things it’s because they actually haven’t lived in that situation so they have no idea what it feels like to leave a house to go into a shack. It’s not worthy she would rather go to her father and lick his feet before her pride (mother that is) allows her to sleep in a shack and share a communal toilet. In my head I just told myself that this woman likes to be oppressed. I told her, Sibongile that is, that I will see her at school tomorrow but she said she did not have the money to travel. How broke were they? Oh well next time then.

Sibongile really made me realize that at times we are more fortunate than we really think we are. My parents though they fought were still together and my home was stable. This was not even an added bonus but more of a blessing. Nozipho came to my room and said that the following day she might go home to see her mother. She was not sure though because her mother might leave for Jhb. She looked really shaken up by all this shooting business but who could blame her. That had rocked me to the core too. I was starting to get used to her meaning I might miss her.

I had lots of work to do as usual but for now I just did not want to study. Nozipho was telling me how that woman could have shot her but I told her to stop being dramatic. She had no reason to believe that Jacks wife knew about her because she did not know about the picture. That was a lie obviously. I also told her that if anything she was coming for me because I was the one she knew and hated. Again Nozipho apologised for going after Jack and I told her it was fine. I had moved on from that. I needed her to stop this emotional nonsense because last night she ended up in my bed and I don’t like that. I prefer sleeping alone. I don’t even like cuddling. I decided to go outside and get some air. Just to breathe. I used the kitchen door. My father was still watching something on the news. I don’t smoke but I have what I call my private corner at the back of my house where no one can see nor hear me. As a younger teen I used to hide there to avoid chores so my mother would look for me and I would just simply ignore.

As I got there I had a hushed voice speaking on the phone. I think it’s human nature to want to eavesdrop. I know it’s rude to listen in on other people’s conversations but curiosity is what often does us in. I think this is what I heard,

“I know that weekend was fun,”

Pause, (the person on the other side of the phone spoke so couldn’t hear)

“Yeah but I can’t pull that stunt again and say that I need space. Nelisa is going to school next year meaning we will have more time,”

Pause, (the person on the other side of the phone spoke so I couldn’t hear)

“You know I don’t like talking about sex but yes that was amazing. It’s a good thing your wife was not around too because the noise I was making would have woken up the neighbours! I miss good sex but ah its the life we chose…”

I did not want to listen further! No one wants to hear that their mother is having sex with another man let alone the details.

Oh, the voice on the phone belonged to my mother.

She had cheated on my father!

****The End*****

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Mikeatdiiary
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto

Dear Mike

Hope I find you well. I cheated on my boyfriend for the first time in six years of dating last week with his friend. He is not a good boyfriend and at the time when I cheated I told myself I was punishing him but now I feel like I punished myself because the guilt is killing me. He has cheated before and I forgave him but his biggest issue is drinks a lot and is never available because of the drinking. He never used to drink but nothing traumatic happened to make him start. I have spoken to him so many times and even had his parents talk to him about it. He won’t listen. Must I confess to him my infidelity or should I just die of guilt.

Thank You

Bee