Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

What do you do in such a situation? Do you jump in to stop it or let them exhaust the anger on each other? It’s not as easy as people think it is. These two needed this moment and hopefully this will be the end of all the drama. Grown women fighting, no comment! I think we were all stunned by the sudden turn of events because Dalu and I the so called men at this party literally just looked at the scene in front of us. We did not move an inch and if I had a beer in my hand am sure at this point I would be sipping it. Fuck that little green frog with its tea! These were the two best friends or rather co conspirators of this whole mess we were all in all and here they were turning on each other. My wife is Xhosa. I know people say stereotypes are fake and what not but she lived up to it. She did not have a quick temper per say but her capacity to commit violence was worth every penny. I don’t think Khanyi, though slightly bigger than my wife was a match for her. Asthandile was throwing punches and kicks like a man, none of that flapping arms around like what most women do in a fight.

“You ruined my life!”

My wife screamed at her best friend! Khanyi started off being defensive but I think because my wife’s punches actually hurt she was now fighting back and losing. Hell, this was a but down. Dalu made a move to intervene and I cautioned him to stop with my hand. At some point Khanyi’s top was torn in the front and her boobs were now being protected by her bra only. Girls beware, men love chick fights! Yes they are brutal but when you start tearing each others clothes then that shit is sexy. I however had to stop it at this point. I moved in to pull my wife off her whilst Dalu pulled off the semi naked Khanyi. The man had a tent in front of his pants. Must be tough being Muslim and all. When last did he touch a semi naked woman I wondered. The two women were still trying to jump at each other but we stopped it.

“Enough! That’s enough!”

I screamed at them. Khanyi was breathing heavily out of anger and I think Dalu was holding on a bit too tight now.

“What do you think this changed?”

I asked them both. They looked at each other stupidly then my wife walked away into the house. I could hear doors slamming and so on. Khanyi asked me for a tshirt so she could leave. Hers was shredded in the fight. I went upstairs and got her something. She used the downstairs bathroom in the guest room to clean up then she too left. I guess the braai was really done.

Witnessing your wife fighting is not a nice thing. It’s a low moment in your marital life. I had to face this woman in the house. It’s actually shameful that with all my so called intelligence this is the woman I had brought home to my parents and said I have a makoti for you please accept her. I had sent a dowry to this woman’s home and said I am here for your daughter. She was not even worth a goat as far as I was concerned now. It was my fault I know. She was beautiful yes but I had married someone whom deep down I knew did not full love nor understand me. Most beautiful girls only understand themselves. They love themselves too much to find time to try and understand you. How do you compete with the mirror and self indulgence plus all those men that remind them everyday that they are beautiful? It’s not easy. I was not surprised I was here at all.

Dalu came to me and said,

“Mxo, you need to sit down and talk to your wife. After all is said and done you made another woman pregnant, your colleague at that hence it’s your responsibility to alway apologize!”

He said. There is this belief that if you cheat on a person, no matter what goes on to happen, you must humble yourself and take the blame for everything. This includes when they are wrong. Nah, I was not doing that. I nodded my headd though just to agree with Dalu so he could leave. I did not want company.

When he was gone I knew it was time to confront my wife and I guess her me! She had snuck up on Lindiwe and I think she thought I would not notice. When I opened the door she was sitting on the edge of the bed staring into space!

“Are you really pregnant?”

I asked her as soon as I entered.i think that was not the question she expected to hear.

“Why do you care? Too busy making other women pregnant whilst your wife is at home!”

I ignored her retort and asked the same question.

“Yes I am! Why? Now you don’t believe me! Do you want us to go to the doctor again to confirm it?”

She snapped!

“If you are pregnant why are you drinking and why are you getting into physical fights!”

I continued. I did not raise my voice! She stopped and immediately clutched her stomach.

“Wouldn’t you drink too if you found out that your husband, the man you love is fucking other woman at work! You like to act self righteous and holy when you have done worse than me! Stop it! You so evil Mxolisi!”

She said sitting down now as she had stood up.

“Why did you hit Khanyi?”

I asked her but she looked the other way.

“You do know that with what has just happened if I call her she will tell me all your deepest darkest secrets! Is there something you want to tell me before I do this?”

I asked taking out my phone. My wife immediately jumped up and flew for my phone,

“Please don’t call her! I am begging you!”

It was more instinct than reason that made her do this but after all that had happened it made me wonder,

What more could she possibly have to hide?

*****The End******

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Michael Nkululeko Maphoto

Dear Mike

I hope this finds you well.

I am a 24 year old woman and I have a slight dilemma. I slept with my boss after the Christmas Office party on December 23. I don’t drive so he lives close enough to me to drop me off. I was drunk but that’s no excuse. He had already put in for leave and I went on leave on Monday meaning we have not seen or called each other since. I am so ashamed to say he is married and I actually know his wife well enough. Now my problem is on Monday I will be back at work. How will I face him? What do I do? I am not his PA but we work in the same wing and he has to pass my desk to get to his office.

Please Advise

Lulama

MISSING CHILD PLEASE HELP…