Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three

My first instinct was hell no I was not going to that funeral. Was he mad? Who pays damages for a dead person carrying a child that he is not even sure how he came to being. This was extortion. I am from East London and I am often how Joburg people are chancers and this guy was definitely one of them. He was stupid if for one moment he thought I would be falling for that con. Did he just say I must pay damages? He must have lost his mind. I hung up on him. He had just insulted the memory of his sister by trying to extort me. I was not going to the funeral! Why is this world so full of criminals though? Honestly what is wrong with black families though? A funeral does not count as a funeral unless there is drama. It’s almost as though we need to drama to make it memorable. Without it I promise it is as though we cannot remember the person who died so we force issues anyway. I might as well force myself to swallow a bullet. These family funerals can get rowdy especially where money is involved and I was not about to get my ass kicked.

I remembered that Lindiwe had said that she had another child. I cant even recall whether she had said a boy or a girl. I wonder what had happened to that child’s father. Would he now come take his child? Highly doubt that though. That’s the thing with us men, we can abandon a woman regardless of whether she is successful or not, beautiful or plain, rich or poor. Was I being like those men now by refusing the unborn child?
Khanyi called and said she was on her way back. I told her I would also be the within the hour. I had never really had a wife who worked because when Asthandile went to work she used to come home so late and usually without telling me. Now here was Khanyi practically telling me her every move. Dalu called me and said we should meet up for about ten minutes because he had something to ask me. I was still in town so from his place it was not too far. I agreed and I went. His wife was not there, it was just him.

‘Thanks for coming. How are you holding up?”

He asked me,

“I am fine regardless of what Lindiwe’s brother tried to pull!”

He was a bit surprised,

“Lindiwe’s brother?”

He asked,

“Yes him!”

I then proceeded to explain everything that had happened. He listened attentively then at the end he asked me what I was going to do of which I told him I was not going. How could I go with a barrel of gun pointed at my head? Dalu advised me to go. He said I must do the honourable and not shame Lindiwe’s memory in death! This guy smoked something we all don’t! Was he mad? Hell no I was going to embarrass myself like this. I asked him why he had invited me over and he said that it was because Asthandile had called him and asked him to talk to me about our marriage. I was quite annoyed that he had picked up the call at all. I told him that my mind was set on divorce and I was not changing that anytime soon. He said as a friend of the couple had a duty to at least try but I was not hearing it. I stood up and left. He can go advise Asthandile.

When I got to Khanyi’s she was already making supper. She was wearing an apron and had taken off her work clothes to wear shorts. I can’t believe this is the same woman whom in the morning before I went to work had me checking my brakes. That’s how much I did not trust her yet looking at her cook she was so normal and appealing.

“You are later than I thought, what happened?”

I told her I stopped at a friends then was searching for a place to stay. She seemed a bit annoyed at the last bit.

“Honestly you don’t have to waste money like that. You can stay as long as you want and who knows you and Asthandile can work things out!”

She said.

“Never!”

I snapped back. Fuck! She had set me up. She was testing to see my feelings for Asthandile and the glow on her face after I said that betrayed it all! Should be more careful in future.

I pause, if a man is a good man and another woman is not appreciating this, should you as a single woman take your chances and go for him? It’s selfish I think to judge someone for seeing a good opportunity and ceasing the moment. Khanyi however was dreaming if I could allow her second class ass my future. No offense to housemaid but even now, next to my evil soon to be ex wife, I would rather marry the Aunty next door. Women don’t get it! If you present yourself as an over sexualized beast, no matter how hot you are, as a man I am happy just fucking you not wedding you! Stability at home is important not watching your back and checking her phone every time. I was here because I needed a place to stay for now not to be play husband, a role I had failed!

“What’s for supper?”

I asked her with a smile. She said it was a surprise and supper would be ready in an hour. I was not that hungry.

“O I bought something new today can you give me a second opinion?”

I agreed. She went upstairs. I had to go through my prenup so I sat myself down and started writing up all my assets. This would help in speeding up the case.

“Ahem ahem!”

Khanyi cleared her throat from behind me. Why didn’t she take longer? Just when I was going into the zone. I turned…

There stood Khanyi in lingerie. It was not just any lingerie, it was a fetish themed fantasy one piece nurse uniform like, with garters and heels. She was so sexy that much I don’t doubt.

“Do you like it?”

She purred at me!

My eyes watered that’s how good she looked.

She needed a response and boldy I responded,

“You look so cheap!”

Turned around and went back to my work!

****The End****

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I read the letter from that Frans guy who raped. A lot of people said he must be forgiven and how noble he is. Fuck that shit, these are the men that make us look like animals. My sister was raped by two guys whose docket disappeared when they were supposed to go to trial. I looked for them, I found them, I beat the shit out of them. One moved from my township and the other one started attending parties, being a cool dude! I went after him again beat him to the point of hospital and made sure everyone knew what an animal he was. My sister has never fully recovered. We have taken her for counselling and it breaks my heart to see her fall apart the way she has. She was doing her first year medicine and doing well too but now she is not even schooling. It destroyed her!

So no Mr Frans I do not forgive rapists! How do you get to get second chances? Cut off your dick then we will forgive you! You chose to be an animal and I will never not look at you as anything else!

Voetsek!

Marubini