Confessions – Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight

I could make an argument for the unpredictability of men but I am not sure I would even know how. Why was he so angry and why did he attack my cousin like that? She had done nothing wrong to him and in fact I thought he liked her just yesterday! Where did he expect her to move too and worse why? I tried calling him and his phone was off. She had just gone through something emotional right now with her father and throwing her out now was like kicking her when she was down! It’s just cruel simple and klaar! I was not going to tell her all the cruel things he had said. How? I decided that I will plead with Rodney on her behalf. That was the least I can do. On the one hand I can plead for her to stay a week or so longer so she can find a new place or on the other hand plead that she at least keep the job. Her mother had been so happy and so was she! Rodney surely was not that cruel! When I got to the room I found her lying on her stomach. She was still up and I think she was waiting for me. I did not know what to say to her. I lay next to her and she came closer and lay on my waist.
“Do you believe him?”
She asked me hoarsely! Her voice was messed up due to all that crying. I knew exactly what she was asking for. She was asking me if I believed that he was my father too. I responded.
“My father is in Bloemfontein and you know him. I am not going to entertain this at all!”
Calm was my response that she did not even argue. She instead changed the response and started talking about her new job. Something to look forward too at least. She said Monday she was going to sign her contract.

I did not want him to come find us sleeping so I insisted that we go to church and count our blessings. She was a bit surprised but she agreed and managed a weak laugh. I knew she was tired, crying is exhausting, ask any girl. I wonder how girls with abusive boyfriends cope really. We got dolled up and ready to leave. In five years there will be more churches than schools, it’s as simple as that! There are so many to choose from and that’s where the problem comes in! Finding a new church to fit in is like teaching a 3year old how to put on her shoes the correct way, to you it seems so simple but in reality learning how to put on your shoes has to be the most difficult thing you can learn! We don’t call it banana for no reason! I can safely say I prefer the old school churches because chances of you eating grass and drinking petrol are fairly minimal. Moreover in surbuban churches you don’t get as much gossip as in the ones in the township.

My mother called me. I shudder to think where she slept but she asked me how we are holding up. I told her I was fine but what she had done to Nozipho was very cruel indeed. She apologized and said I should not blame her alone because the father had played a role. I refused that argument and reminded her that the father was only there because she brought him here! I asked what she was trying to achieve. I cannot believe what she said.

“You need a relationship with him because next year you are going to university. You know your father can’t pay for it and at least he can. He owes you that much!”

Say what? I asked her if she was mad and she ignored the insult and continued,
“Look the time for being selfish is over. If you don’t get an education you will end up in the street running from sugar daddy to sugardaddy! When it comes to education, even if Satan was to knock at your door yoou allow him to pay your school fees!”
She said sternly! It’s a good thing I had decided to go to church to day. I did not know that when it comes to education you do whatever it takes to get it! I am not sure if I totally agreed with her but in the back of my head I knew she had a point. There are girls who suck the dicks of strangers to get an education and once you earn that degree it’s yours and yours alone and for life! Was I not staying at my sugardaddies place for not only accommodation but for education as well! Something too ponder. I told her we were late for church and hung up. Doubt she believed me for she called again but I ignored!

Church was fun! When I got back I was tired. I had actually gone to a church without my parents holding a gun to my head. I thought most students the moment they leave home boring things like church get sacrificed but I was wrong it was packed. I was rather disappointed though that yet again the pastor preached of forgiveness. I seem to inspire priests on that topic because every time I go to church that’s the topic. Forgiving someone is easy, forgetting is the problem. They should preach about that. I think also I made new friends. A few girls from Milpark that I had seen around especially Friday nights before they went out clubbing were at church and said us. I wonder what they were praying for though, maybe rich Nigerians to but they more Moet instead of the umqomboti they grew up drinking. I must say it must very odd for most people to move Jhb especially if you grew up in mudhuts and now you were surrounded by mansions! Ok I exaggerate, there a shit load of mkhukhus here and every township you drive past you see them. The City of Gold by name mostly truth be told. I learned long ago that when you had a good church session usually your Sunday is good too. Well mine was perfect even though it was slow. At least I hoped my mother would not show up again with people claiming to be my father.

The phonecall I had been dreading came through. It was Rodney. I was going to try my level best as I had told myself to calm him down. The bastard didn’t even give me a chance!

“Is she out of the flat?”

He asked me.

“No she is not!”
I said defiantly with a bit of attitude! I had to stand my ground otherwise…

“I am sending security to throw you both out!”

With that he hung up! He was joking. O tell me he was joking. He would never do that!

Two minutes later there was a knock at the door!

It was building security!

****The End****

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Dear Mike

Thank you for your blogs. You are an inspiration and may you continue to write forever!

I am 41 and I am married to a man who was wonderful for 15years of our married life. With age our sex life is not as hectic as before and I don’t mind that. Instead of telling me he minded it he started cheating. I found out quite by accident that my husband is sleeping with a girl in matric here in the Vaal. What’s worse is that this girl is the daughter of a close family friend of ours. We had gone to a braai and the girls mother was holding her phone when I saw his number on it. It was on the dialled contact list and the mother was trying to make a phonecall. She was struggling with the touch screen so she handed the phone to me as mine is similar. That’s how I saw it. I managed to go to her whatsapp and read briefly some of the the things. I left the party immediately.

This happened two weeks ago but I still can’t find the energy to confront him or her! I am stunned or in denial, one of the two. I don’t know what to do honestly that won’t lead me in jail. I am angry, I feel betrayed by him and her. I want to go tell her father but he is known as one of those short tempered policeman who do things without thinking and he will kill my husband for sure! Keeping quiet makes me feel as though I am condoning it and not telling her father makes me feel as though am complicit.

Please advise me on what to do.

Thank You

Tshepi

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