Confessions – Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four

I don’t like fighting with people. I don’t at all. When you do someone a favor they must acknowledge the favor and move on as opposed to try and impose themselves into the favor you gave them. Was this the reason why Rodney had not called me? He was too busy charming little-miss-disloyal here. Rodney was mine period and unlike Jack I was willing to fight for. Speaking of Jack I should have known and I totally blamed myself. She had dated Jack be it for two days knowing he was my ex and even had the nerve to want my support so how could I be so blind to the fact that she would also want Rodney? See when you have a friend that is man hungry you should never trust her near your man because she will trap him and do things with him! I was so angry now! I entered the room and now I could see why she had not heard me. She was lying on her stomach, head away from the door, feet up from her knees but with earphones in her ears. She was not holding her phone meaning that they possibly could have been talking for a long time. At this stage she was telling Rodney some story about how she had almost been beaten up by a taxi driver or something like that. I cleared my throat to get her attention and immediately she jumped up. In the process her phone fell on to the hard floor and shattered into many parts.

“Geez Nelisa you fucken scared me! You should not sneak up on people like that!”
This is my house and I can do whatever I want said a little voice screaming inside of me. Was not going to let a bitch talk me down in my own house!
“Why are you talking to Rodney?”
I asked her ignoring what she had said! She could see I was not playing around.
“But Nelisa you never said I should not talk to him! He called me asking if you were home and we just got into conversation”
She lied! I say lied because my phone was on the whole time so there was no way he would call her looking for me when I had a phone. That argument lacked logic and did not make sense.

“Nozipho he is not Jack. I am going to warn you one last time, if I ever catch you talking to Rodney, I will wait for you to sleep, boil a cup of tea and pour it on your pretty face!”

I said very calm but cold. She had to hear me clearly.

“Hau sisi, did you just say that to me?”
She was shocked clearly but trying to show that she was not scared of me.

“I would never harm you for any other reason but if you take this man from me, I will make it my personal mission to bring harm to you. I have done everything for you. He even got you a job. You have a place to stay yet now you want to bite off the hand that feeds you?”

I asked her. I never raised my tone once and this was the scary bit. Xhosa women know exactly what a threat that involves hot water must be taken seriously. That’s why other women fear us because they know we will go above and beyond to punish a woman who messes with our men. Be warned.

“But Nelisa you know that I would never go for your man! Come on you are my sister!”

She said.

“Indeed you are my sister that’s why I haven’t already poured you with that tea I mentioned!”
I walked out of the room and crushed on the couch. I was too tired anyway but I knew my threat had been well delivered. For some reason girls are scared of telling another girl to back off their man. They tell each other he is not worth it and that’s fine for them but for me I was not let going to allow that. Rodney I liked and the last thing I wanted was to have regrets of not telling my cousin to back off.

I got a phonecall. It was aunt. She had stopped talking to me when I refused to go home so now what did she want. I ignored the call and put my phone next to me. I called Rodney instead but now him too his phone was off. Was he avoiding me? I did not get a time to really think that through because something disturbed me. There was a knock at the door and since I was the one in the lounge I stood up to go open it. I got the shock of my life when I opened. It was my mother. Imagine! It was my mother! Much as I had been angry or disappointed in her seeing her there just made me breakdown and the tears flowed! I was crying. I went and hugged my mother so tightly. I had missed this woman so much. Men will never realize the bond between a daughter and her mother. I don’t think so. I loved this woman so much in spite of all our differences. In my emotional state I had failed to notice that she was not alone. She was with a man I had never seen before but the strange feeling was he was so familiar. I swear I knew this guy but not sure where from! Mmmm! I looked at him again, my vision clouded by the tears. I wiped off the tears so I could see him clearly. I was not sure again.
I greeted them and invited them in. I suddenly felt self conscious about the place thinking that it was not clean enough but to be fair Nozipho must have been a maid during apartheid because the place was always clean! All she hated was cooking and you could tell she grew up with very little because she did not know a wide variety of dishes and spices just the basics. I could feel my mother look up the place up and down. Wait a minute, how did my mother know I lived here and how to get there? Had my aunt told them?

When we sat down before I could ask who the hell this familiar man was, or rather wait to be introduced Nozipho walked into the room and the first thing she said was,

“Dad!”

Surprised and I think disappointed at the same time! What the hell? I looked at this man again. He was familiar to me because our resemblance was so strong! I swear this man could be… no!

What was she doing here with this imposter?

…and worse where was my father?

****The End*****

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THE FOLLOWNG LETTER WAS A COMMENT ON YESTERDAYS LETTER FROM JRM. I FOUND IT FASCINATING SO DECIDED TO SHARE IT AS TODAYS LETTER.
Dear Mike
I am glad that you learned something and started appreciating your wife. What women need to take from your experience is that as a woman you must show your man that what he can do you can do better. Teach him to respect you.
3 years into my marriage, my husband cheated on me. As a woman you always know. You get that hunch, you notice things. If your man cheats on you for over a month and you say you didn’t notice, you’re either a fool or are in denial. I started gathering my evidence for a month as well and set a trap for him so I could catch him red handed. He fell into the trap. I caught him. I set down with him and the woman and told them that the woman has to move in with us. Since we are sharing the man, we may as well share the house duties and responsibilities. I also said I would also sleep with her husband since we are sharing. I told my husband that since he had permitted himself to have an affair, I would too. He had made our marriage an open marriage. I told him that when I meet a guy that interests me, I would not turn him down as I usually did. 3 months later, things had settled down, my husband was comfortable thinking I had forgiven. In fact I had forgiven him but I was not going to let him get away with it. I started behaving like I was having an affair. No, I was not having one, I never slept with another man, not even the husband of that woman. I started dressing up nicely everyday when I go to work. I started paying attention to my make up. I changed my perfume. I would take my car to the car wash every week.(Which I never do, I wash my car once a month!) I bought new underwear. I started getting manicures. I started using my gym membership. I started changing my hairstyle every week. I started working late, not answering his calls. I would be on my phone the whole time when I get home! And the cherry on top, I started doing things that we never do in bed. Lol! Dressing up, sex toys, kinky stuff!
This went on for 2 months until he couldn’t take it anymore. He exploded. He apologized to me and promised he would never cheat again. I told him that I never had an affair but if he cheats again, I would. We’ve been married for 10 years and since then he has never cheated.

Thank You
Happy Wife