Memoirs – Chapter Seventy Eight

When the police call you in for questioning usually they already have a case against or you are a witness. That’s how it is. How much did they know about that case then? If they knew my part in it I was dead for sure. I was very scared but I was not going to call a lawyer to represent me because that’s as good as an admission of guilt. This was moving too fast because when it comes to a sense of urgency, SAPS rarely every have it. Why was the investigation therefore moving so quickly. I told the officer that I had a few things to do but I was free to come in the afternoon. He said that was fine. If anything in the legal profession we respect each other. I was worried though. With that on my problem I worried about the second thing, my wife! Why had she insisted on having sex especially then without a condom! It was not like her. Like I said earlier on, our sex life was very regulated.

I decided to go wash my face because I needed to work. I was tired sleepy and stressed but this could not wait. I bumped into Zimasa on the stairs and she was in her summer pyjamas which I swear cover less than conventional underwear. Was it me being a pevert for surely how can this be accepted as normal. She was not wearing a gown and was carrying water making me assume she had gone to take water. When I got to our room my wife was lying down on the bed. She was done cooking but had not eaten I am certain of that. I wondered if she would shower considering what we had done in the study but I doubt that very much. I went into the bathroom and on the sink was a bottle of antibiotics that had recently been open.

“Are you sick?”
I called out to her in the room,
“No why?”
She replied!
“I see the antibiotics”
I called back. She kept quiet for a second then she said,

“O, I realised I didn’t finish the last dose I had so I decided to finish them that’s all. Don’t worry am perfectly fine!”

She said trying to sound casual but truth be told there was nothing casual about that. A lot of men especially don’t know this, when you date a woman who is on contraceptives especially the pill(like my wife), if she wants to get pregnant all she has to do is get on a course of antibiotics and it will knock that shit out. Ever wondered why you get pregnant whilst you were on the pill? Think back…did you have flu the month you inexplicably got pregnant? Yup, antibiotic! Damn, my wife was serious about this baby business! I did not want a baby though.

“Asthandile we need to talk about what you said in the study…”

I began.
“You said you want us to have a baby. Why?”

I asked her. She did not want us to before so what had changed. Was she trying to cover up for herself because it just felt as though maybe she could be pregnant with someone else’s child and wanted me to take the fall. Imagine mistrusting your wife to this extent. We really had fallen so far of the ladder!

“I think we need one. We are drifting and this will keep up strong and together!”

It’s not just Africans who think that a baby can bring them together, white people do it too and both are stupid! A child makes things worse because it actually puts extra strain on the relationship. Part of me was tempted to say that no, this is for the best, as it meant she would be grounded whilst pregnant but that again did not sit well with me!

“But you have a new job you claim to love how do you suppose that would work?”

I asked her. She ignored me and asked if we could talk about it tomorrow because she had to dish and we had to eat. She did not even give me a chance to respond and stood up and left. I picked up that bottle of antibiotics and looked at it again. Ok then, two can play that game. I put it in my pocket and went to the study where I hid it.I said she could dish I will just be two minutes. Like I said I stay a five minute drive is an exaggeration but that’s how far I stay from the shops. I went to clicks and bought morning after. I then went to dischem and bought a second morning after and apple juice my wife’s favorite. When I came back they were already at the table. She asked me where I had gone and I told her that I felt like juice. She said I should not have bothered because she already bought some. I acted all gutted and said it was because there was none on the table. She apologized and asked if I could pour us all some. No problem. I crushed the first morning after into her glass and served her first so that I would not make a mistake. My love loves apple juice the way a drunkard loves beer! By the time I had brought ours to the table she had finished hers. The second pill I will give her tomorrow! I doubt you can overdose on morning after…can you?

Eventually I ended up in the study. I felt guilty about my wife but I did think that there was no other way to handle it. A baby for what? I think I had a pregnancy shadow following me because an hour later I got an sms from the person I did not want to hear from the most,

“If I get pregnant what would you do?”

This was from Lindiwe! What the hell? Was that her plan all along? I ignored her but it disturbed me. I could not concentrate after this. I walked into our bedroom as my wife walked into the bathroom to shower.

Right there on the bed was her phone and funny enough it had that beacon light to show that a message had just come in. I could not resist. It was just a number and I opened it,

“Meet me outside. We need to discuss what happened the other night at the party. I think my wife suspects but I can’t stop I want more…”

I replied,

“See you in a minute. My husband is out for a few hours. Drive in and close the gate behind you.”

I took out my baseball bat! Listened out for the gate. I saw the car drive in, a man came out and closed the gate then went back into his car.

Stupid move!

I know my house better than anyone else. I snuck round him from a blind spot then locked the gate!

Time to discuss what happened the other night like a man!

****The End****

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Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)

Dear Mike

Thank you for your books, the entertainment, lessons and warning we get from them.

I am 29 and just got divorced. Imagine, 29. I dated my husband from university for 6 years before we tied the knot. No matter what you will never know the true colours of a man unless you marry him. After we got married I think he tried to get rid of all the girls he was cheating on me with whilst we were dating. Problem is three of the girls came and exposed him right at my house. Imagine, he was sleeping with three girls other than me at the same time. One even accused him of cheating on her with one of her friends which makes four. He apologised, families got involved and the biggest mistake, my mother mother came and told me to stay. I listened. In marriage he had left them that’s why they were fighting. I thought I knew my man because you quiz his friends as well as my own friends, you observe etc but that’s all bullshit. No one will ever tell you the full truth. We got pregnant later that year when I found out and things were good. Note I had taken us to get tested again for the upteenth time! I had a difficult pregnancy but he was by my side. I don’t know if he was cheating or what. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. As I had a C Section it took us almost six months for us to have proper sex again. That was almost two years ago. At 28, last year I found out I was HIV positive! I had only slept with one man in the last ten years, one man and before I got pregnant and during pregnancy I had been tested negative!

I divorced him! My life is ruined and I hate him with everything that I have. If I had a gun I would shoot him but for my daughter who needs a mother. His name is……. and I hope he rots!

Thank You

Nqobile

HI THIS IS MIKE: I REMOVED THE NAME BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE PLATFORM TO NAME AND SHAME AS I CAN INDEED GET SUED. THANK YOU