Confessions – Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Six

You know what, you don’t need Generations to have drama, I would like welcome you to the Nelisa Songelwa show! Was this really happening in front of me? Like seriously did I need this again? I don’t think so! I was tired. I stood up and I walked out of the door. If I was a weaker soul I would have jumped off the building. Why did I have to go through this? My cousins loser father was actually my real father and the man who raised men bathed me, nurtured me beat me down when I need a spanking and nurtured me back to health when I needed it was now just another South African statisic! Do you have any idea how many South African children are step kids or with step parents simply because our father’s especially can’t keep in their pants! Am I the only one who see it that this has become ok and so normal the kids with both parents together are the ones that look like aliens. This meant that Sebo was no relation of mine anymore which was a silver lining I guess! What else can I say!

I don’t blame Nozipho at all for her reaction. On the one hand she had just witnessed a father who did not want her to come to fight for another child who already had a father whilst on the other hand that child was her cousin. What was my mother thinking? Surely this thing had to be done with other people present such as elders and my aunt I believe had to have been there. What they had done was so wrong in that I had the support structure of my mother present whilst Nozipho was alone. No one had even thought of how she would handle it. Yes they had forgotten she was there but in that case they should have adapted to the situation at my place. What a bad move on their part indeed? Now there had to be consequences.

I found myself downstairs headed towards Spar. I didn’t even have money on me. I just wanted them gone by the time I got back. Outside I found Malose (Losky) the loght skinned rugby crazed friend of Juju. He was with another big guy whom he introduced as Kgoshi. Malose asked where I was off to and I said I was taking a walk but was about to turn back. He asked if I could join them. I didnt see why not because he was friends with Juju in any case and it’s not like I could go far in the dark anyway. The thing with Milpark is that there is always a party. It’s students living together that’s the problem meaning sense of timing is not their strongest point. At Malose’s place there were already two other girls that gave me funny looks when I entered but as time went on things chilled. It was now a situation of three girls and two guys of which they were told I was Jujus girlfriend. That seemed to ease their nerves down a bit. No one likes competition. My mother called asking to come back because I was behaving like a child. I told her that if she could not see what damage she had just done then she was the child. She was so offended and said Jhb was teaching me disrespect. I asked to look at what she had just done to Nozipho’s life and if she even cared at all? She hesitated and said she will get over it and so will I! My mother had never been this hardcore before so you can imagine my shock! This only managed to make me angry as opposed to happy. What the hell?

My mother was not getting it that I was happy with the father I had. I asked her why she came here with him and left my real father at home? She said I must not ask such questions because that was impetuous! Say what? Impetuous is her thinking I would not defend the family that I already knew and loved! That’s impetuous! What the hell was wrong with her! I told her that unless my real father was present to tell me that there was a mistake I was not going too talk to this imposter and even if my real father confirmed I was not going to stop loving him. She started pleading saying that no that was not what this was about. She said the ancestors were unhappy because he had never accepted his child and “left a child in the wilderness!” Like what the fuck did that even mean! When black can’t figure out why their lives are going wrong they either live their current church to a new one or start talking to dead people. This was what this was about. This man had had a run of bad luck and eventually he consulted and was told to go find his lost child (this information I only found out later from my mother). He had not come out of a good heart but to save his businesses.

When I hung up the phone I suddenly realized how quiet the place was. The people in the room had heard everything I had said. I was rather embarrassed. When I walked back in they tried to look away and pretend they had not been listening but with the way I was shouting it was hard to blame.

“Sorry guys! My mother is in my room and she brought some man to say his my real father imagine!”

Shock and awe works too! Immediately it started a debate! The girl called Gontse, she had an afro, was on some tip that I should go an say hello properly because it was not my fault whilst Kgoshi said that was bullshit where was he all along! It’s weird, most guys when they are young, they aspire too be good men and good father’s yet something happens along the way. The other girl whom they said was Lati seemed more interested in the hubbly but at some point she said that I should not be surprised. She also had a similar situation and what’s worse was that her two father’s are brothers! We always think our personal problems are bigger than others but there you go!

I got an sms at that moment. It was my mother. What did she want now?

“Come back now! Nozipho has stabbed her father! Hurry”

****The End****

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Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)

Dear Mike
I recently left my abusive husband of 21years. I had been through it all cheating, beatings and him going missing for weeks at an end to be with his mistresses. The divorce was hard fought and hard won. I am a free woman.

The problem is and I am ashamed to say, all our three children want to go with their father. He wants them too and not one had wanted to stay with me. They blame me for the divorce and breaking the family apart. Twice the youngest who is 13 has not come home after school and gone to her father’s place. I have not had a weekend with them since the divorce started and even with the judge ruling in my favour for custody they insist on going to him. He doesn’t force them or threaten them, it’s they who do it so I can’t even force the court to hold him responsible. I have never been a bad mother nor cheated on my husband. I have always put food in their mouths, schooled them and loved them. I am so devastated and without my children I will rather die. I don’t know how to win them back as they are genuinely not interested in me. It’s been 8months since divorce finalised so I can’t even say they will get over it.

Please help me not lose my children.

Thank You

Thembi