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I choose you

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I was at home with my mother on a Saturday morning, finishing up the
rest of our spring cleaning when I received a call from my best friend. I
was about to hang the laundry so I took my ringing cellphone from my
gown and then answered my phone. Me: hey mntase.

Sihle: hey mntase u right?

-are you good?
Me: ewe wethu wena?
-yes you?
Sihle: I'm good. I need a favour mngani.
Me: ndi mamele.
-I'm listening.
Sihle: so you know I don't have a dad right?
Me: who does?
I asked whilst laughing.
Sihle: well...it turns out it's me. I actually have a dad.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: umfumenephi?
-where did you get him?
Sihle: well uMakazi kind of went looking for him since it's my graduation
soon. She said it's the least she could do for me.
I felt a lump in my throat. I mean yes I was happy for my friend but I did
not expect this. We are about to graduate together, this moment was
supposed to be something special for the both of us. It was supposed to
be a reflection of all of the obstacles that we have overcome as children
who were abandoned by their fathers and now...she went ahead and
found hers. I know she didn't directly look for him herself but damn...this
was painful to process but I could not ruin this for her.
Me: okay...so what is the favour?
Sihle: I want you to be there with me when I meet him. He can be like
our Dad. Aunt says he has money. That is all she told me about him.
I laughed. Him being rich was a consolidation prize I suppose.
Me: okay friend. What time?
Sihle: ngo 1 mntase.
Me: ndinxibe ntoni?
-what should I wear?
Sihle: noba yinton wethu...akukhonto ingako.
-anything is fine...it's nothing major.
Me: okay. Your house?
Sihle: no Mhimhi. Bluewater Bay. I will send you the details kuWhatsApp.
Me: okay. Let me finish my chores keh.
Sihle: sharp. Bye bye.
Me: bye.
I hung up and then put my phone back in my pocket.
Mom: uthini uSihle?
-what is Sihle saying?
Me: ufumene uTatakhe...so ufuna ndiyombona and he will be at her
graduation as well.
-She found her father...so She wants me to see him.
Mom's eyes turned watery but she tried to hold herself together for my
sake. I could tell she wished she could be able to give me a father but the
closest thing to a father that she could give me was love.
Mom: oh okay.
She said before hanging the last jean and then walking into the house with
the bucket.
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I took a bath and then went back to my bedroom not knowing what to wear
but I knew I had to be simple. I kept imagining in my head what Sihle's dad
is like and whether or not Sihle looks like him...because my friend is
beautiful and I knew that she looked nothing like her late mother. I decided
to wear my white long sleeve light turtle neck with a black jean and some
black air forces. That was the best I could do for the look I was going for so
I sprayed my perfume, combed & ironed my wig and then wore it.
Once I was ready, I walked out to the living room where my mother was
watching TV and then I kissed her cheek.
Mom: uyahamba ngoku?
-are you leaving now?
I nodded.
Mom: uhambe Kakuhle va?
-go well.
Me: okay Mama. Bye bye.
Mom: bye.
I took my car key and then I left. Sihle had given me the directions so I
punched them into my
GPS and allowed it to guide me. On my way there, Ovayo, my boyfriend
called me.
Me: hello?
Ovayo: mntuwam uphi?
-my person where are you?
Me: ndise ndleleni eya eBluewater.
-I'm on my way to Bluewater [Bay].
Ovayo: ndise Magaleni ndicela uzondi landa undise Motherwell.
-I'm in Magaleni so please come fetch me and take me
to Motherwell. Me: I can't I have a commitment no Sihle
for 1 pm and i can't be late. Ovayo: so awuzi?
-So you aren't coming?
Me: nope.
Ovayo: yakgezisa le Picanto yakho ne Ncumo?
-this Picanto of yours is making you arrogant right?
Me: awusay baweli.
-yet you're longing for it.
I said before hanging up.
Honestly 9/10 times Ovayo is a good boyfriend...but there is the one time
when he is the worst. How dare He disrespect my car when he relies on
his girlfriend to get around? I inhaled and exhaled deeply before allowing
this
Argument to pass.
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Sihle parked a block away from her Dad's house so that we could arrive at
the same time. The gate was opened by his white garden boy, I was really
shocked by this. We drove into his yard and I was in awe of the two cars
that were outside in the driveway. He had a BMW X6 M parked and a
Porshe Cayenne. He must have a thing for SUV's by the looks of things.
Once we parked, we were led into his beautiful mansion by his garden boy.
Sihle and I were silent, only communicating through silent fuck's and shit's
that we said underneath our breath. We walked into his living room and
though it was beautiful, it looked cold and way too clean. It looked like
nobody lived there.
Garden boy: you can make yourselves comfortable while I call umXhosa
wam.
Me: umXhosa wam?
Garden boy: yes...that means my boss.
It took Sihle and I quite some time to figure out that like "mlungu wam"
means boss to black people, in Sihle's Dad's house the black man was
now the boss. I liked him already.
Me: chomi...wow uTatakho yi dyan.
Sihle: let's act natural chomi we'll fan out on WhatsApp xasi goduka.
She said underneath her breath.
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We were silent until 5 minutes later, when a man came down the stairs...he
was wearing a blue Adidas tracksuit with some white Jordan's. His
tracksuit top was open and underneath he was wearing a white vest which
complimented the brown skin underneath. I noticed the shape of his lips
and eyes, they looked exactly like ezika Sihle and he had these curly side
burns that join his mini, clean, clearly maintained beard. He smiled when
he saw us. But he made eye contact with me as he came down the stairs
for at least 10 seconds. And it only takes 8 to evoke emotion in someone.
We had surpassed that by 2 whole seconds. Him: molweni.

-Hello.
Us: hi.
We said as we excitedly hugged him. He was energetic before but his
mood switched up really quickly and he seriously asked us to sit down. A
part of me was temporarily hoping that he would tell us that Sihle's father
had cancelled on her or something just to save myself an entire
night of crying in my pillow wondering why my father doesn't want me.
Him: khange bani offerishe nto?
-didn't they offer you anything?
We shook our heads.
Him: Macy!
He called and their domestic executive walked into the living room. She
greeted us and then turned her attention to him. She was another white
person. Their dad must take black excellence seriously.
Him: make lunch for them. Perhaps a smash burger with some fries?
Niyamthanda uRoco Mama's mos?
-you two like roco mama's right?
We nodded.
Him: with milkshake as well. Vanilla right?
We nodded. Sihle has a controlling brother. But I like it.
Him: yeah make that three.
Maci: okay.
The lady said before disappearing into the kitchen.
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The guy turned to look back at us and took a look at Sihle before
exhaling. This man is gorgeous.
Sihle: uhm...Bhuti uTata akekho ne?
-Dad isn't here right?
He exhaled.
Him: ndim uTatakho.
-I'm your father.
The room fell quiet. I was hoping that this was a joke that he would
eventually correct. Maybe this was an icebreaker...maybe he had a bad
sense of humour...maybe...but no the truth is this man was serious and I
could tell by the look on his face that he was telling the truth. I felt a sick
inside to think that I had practically felt an ounce of interest in this man. It
was crazy to think that this man who barely looked 30 was Sihle's
Dad...and Sihle is 21. How was this even possible? I looked over to Sihle
who was rubbing her eyes next to me. She didn't believe them and neither
did I believe my own.
Sihle: Njani?
-how?
Him: I was 12. Your mother was 27.
Sihle was mortified. Speechless. She just didn't know what to think
and her father's two sentences didn't offer any form of justification
for what happened.
Sihle: benidyola?
-were you dating?
He shook his head. By the looks of things this man didn't want to talk about
what happened. His answers were brief and offered very little room for
expansion.
Sihle: then what happened...Tata? I'm trying to understand but wena
awundi ncedi.
Him: Sihle umdala ngoku...uyayazi umntana wenziwa njani. You don't
need to know the dynamics of our relationship no nyoko the issue is I
missed out on 21 years of your life and I want to fix that. Ndicele noxolo
for not being there...I was 11 ndisa nxiba i underpants ka Superman so I
couldn't be a father to you even if bendi khona. You had a better life no
Makazi wakho than I could have ever given you...unga bhanxwa yindlu
yam ne moto zam that's all bricks and carbon fibre and being a parent is
more than that.
Sihle was crying now. I think more than anything she was just trying to
process the fact that this is not the face that she had in mind whenever
she and I would create scenario's of us meeting our fathers during break
times in Primary school.
Him: Uvile sthandwa sam?
His voice was so genuine. It made me wish I was in Sihle's shoes.
Sihle: Ewe Tata.
Him: I don't deserve elo gama okwangoku.
He said as he made his way to her to give her a tissue. He got down on his
knees in front of her and then wiped her face. I have never experienced a
father-daughter moment so up close and personal. It was overwhelming.
Him: But ndizoli sebenzela Sihle, okay?
-I'll work for it.
She nodded and even managed to smile for him.
Him: So...I'm Luphelo Jama.
He held out his hand to her.
Sihle: Siphesihle Xaluva.
She said but rejected his offer for a handshake and gave him a hug
instead. She was crying in her father's arms who held his daughter with
dear life, it's like he wanted to cry too but something inside him wouldn't let
him. I was crying softly too though...and he noticed. He looked at me for
another 5 seconds before closing his eyes again.
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We stayed with Sihle's father until it became late. My mother had already
called but I rejected her call and send her a text instead explaining that I
was okay. Sihle was even drunk now from all the Moet and Remy that we
were drinking with Luphelo. I didn't blame her. My friend is a lightweight
when it comes to alcohol and besides, she rushed to finish the bottle
because drinking Moet for us was always a dream every time we scroll
through our Instagram news feeds.
Once she was out, Luphelo carried her to a bedroom upstairs and then
came back to the living room where I was sitting awkwardly.
Luphelo: you look uneasy.
Me: tu kanti.
-not at all.
Luphelo: awuzolala apha wena?
-aren't you going to sleep here?
Me: uhm...I don't think I should. I should probably go home. Mamam se
phone'ile.
Luphelo: mommy's baby? That's cute.
Me: no...I'm not a baby. I'm a woman.
Luphelo: uyabonakala.
-that's obvious.
He said before checking me out from the neck down. He was being
discreet about it but I am analytical of everything...I liked it.
Me: okay...mandi hambe.
-let me leave.
Luphelo: if I am making you uneasy then you can stay ndihambe mna ndiye
kwi cherrie yam.
-I'll leave and go to my girlfriend.
Me: nam ndinaye umntu.
-I also have someone.
I blurted. Fuck...this was stupid. I am so stupid. And I could tell he thought
so too by the way he tensed his eyebrows in confusion.
Me: I mean ndinomntu endi dyola naye.
-I mean I have someone that I'm dating.
Fuck !! I need to just shut up right now...that's all I need to do.
Luphelo: that was vital information...Ncumo.
He said sarcastically. I'm a mess.
Me: yeah...bye.
Luphelo: will you be able to drive?
Me: yep .. ndi sober.
Luphelo: I'll follow you home. Masambe.
He didn't give me much of a choice and after all of the embarrassing things
that my mouth had said i decided not to use it anymore. We walked out of
his house and he locked behind us. We then climbed into our cars, I
climbed into my mere Picanto and he used his Beamer to follow me home.
He hooted and drove away when he saw that the lights were on at home.
I walked into the house where Mom was watching TV in the living room.
Mom: bekunjani ke?
Me: u Taka Sihle una 33.
Mom: Njani?
She asked with her eyes about to pop out from her head.
Me: we both had that reaction...uthi he was 12 when he had
her...maka Sihle was 27. He wouldn't explain what happened.
Mom: Ncumo what
If Sihle's mother was molesting her father when he was young?
And that's how she fell pregnant?
The question made my stomach turn. I could not fathom such
happening to Luphelo. It just didn't seem possible so I shrugged the
thought off immediately.
Me: andiyazi Mama. I need to go to bed now. Good night.
Mom: But-
Me: Good night Mama.
I said before walking down to my room.

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Mom: Vuka Ncumo! Masiye caweni!

My mother yelled in my bedroom which she barged into. She clearly
knew that I was drinking last night and decided that she was going to
punish me for it in the morning.
Me: hayi Mama unxolelantoni?
-Mom why are you yelling?
Mom: bekunga nxolwa dahn eBluewater bay izolo? Masambe siye caweni.
-wasn't there any yelling at Bluewater bay yesterday? Let's go to church.
She said before walking back out of my bedroom again. She had clearly
woken up on the wrong side of the bed and was taking it out on me again. I
didn't blame her, who else could she take it out on when it's just us at
home?
I exhaled and then reluctantly got up and did my bed. My mother and I are
very close...more like sisters actually but I respect her deeply. If she says
jump, I'm asking how high? Because that is my mother. And that is the
reason why I, at the age of 21, am still a virgin. I have never told anyone
this besides Sihle. Only my mother, Sihle and well...Ovayo know this
because I've had to make it clear to him that I literally had no intention to
give away my virginity to a relationship of less than a year. Call me
childish...but I've been hurt by my father's absence so I'm not willing to
allow myself to deeply care about someone enough to put myself through
this type of pain again.
After making my bed, I went to take a shower in Mom's bedroom and
then got dressed for church. I had a headache but after a painkiller
and Mom's porridge I was good. .

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Mom and I arrived at church and Sihle was already there. Sitting in our
usual spot, on the 1st column on the left of the church in the last row.
Mom greeted her with a handshake and signalled that they would talk
after church since she had to take her position in the church with oMama
bebhatyi. I went to sit next to her.
Sihle: why did you leave last night?
Me: molo nawe.
-hello to you too.
Sihle: Molo chomi but you still have to answer my question. Since
when do we leave each other?
Me: I figured you need to spend time with Luphelo.
Sihle: mxm lowo...
She said while laughing.
Me: utheni?
-what did he do?
Sihle: he introduced me to his girlfriend. He said she's a "special friend".
uGirl didn't like the intro one bit.
Me: befuna nton dahn yena?
-what did she want?
Sihle: girlfriend sabu wife to be you know those women who think marriage
is everything.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: I'm happy for you kodwa chomi.
Sihle: thanks friend...I even told him ke nge nxaki yethu ka NSFAS ne
graduation yethu and he told me we don't have to go through with our
student loan. He will pay our balance. Me: Our?
She nodded excitedly.
Me: thanks chomi...but no. I don't even know your father that well and
already-
Sihle: Ncumo ndicela ungandi khubekisi. This is my father not my rich
boyfriend he won't expect anything in return. Our balance outstanding is a
fraction of the money he spends in a weekend so he doesn't mind.
I exhaled.
Me: thanks chomi.
Sihle: don't mention it.
She smiled before the pastor took the podium.
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After church, my mom and Sihle had their lengthy discussion while I stayed
in the car waiting for them. That's when my boyfriend called me.
Me: hey.
Ovayo: hey. u grand?
Me: I'm okay you?
Ovayo: sharp...mamela I'm sorry about yesterday. Tshayiwe lento
ebendiythetha. I was out of line. Your car is more than I have right now it's
just sad that you have to be the one to transport me around when I should
be the one doing that for you.
Me: I understand.
Ovayo: u sure?
Me: yeah I'm over it. Ndiyavuya that you actually saw a need to apologise. I
forgive you.
Ovayo: enkosi baby. Une plans today?
Me: no. Unazo dahn wena?
Ovayo: I want to take you out namhlanje ebsuku.
Me: siyephi?
Ovayo: Mike's kitchen?
Me: yeah no problem.
Ovayo: okay...7 pm ke. I'll take an Uber.
Me: okay.
Ovayo: yeah...Bye then.
Me: bye.
I hung up and waited for a few more minutes before Mom came back. I
hooted goodbye to Sihle and then drove home.
Me: Mama ndiye Summers keh ngo 8.
-mom I'm going to Summers at 8.
Mom: nabani?
Me: with a friend of mine who did the same
Course as me.
Mom: I hope he is a graduate too or about to be one. Andikfuni kwabantu
abangena future.
-I don't want you around people with no future.
Me: speaking about lento ye graduation. Sihle says her father is willing
to pay our fees that NSFAS won't pay so that we could graduate.
Mom: hay hay hay Ncumo! You don't even know this man but you're
accepting favours from him. You already applied for a student loan so
what is the problem?
Me: mom by the time I have my dream job I will already have a debt-
Mom: rather you owe a bank than to owe a black man mntanam. You won't
accept his money.
That's it.
She said whilst breathing heavily. I couldn't understand why she was
making things complicated but yet I didn't ask any questions.
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Mom and I weren't speaking so I asked Ovayo if we could meet up at 5 pm
and he agreed so we went to eat at Mike's kitchen as we agreed. After an
amazing time there, we decided to move and go to Raddison Tabu where
we ordered up a storm. We ordered seafood with some wine which I took
photo's of to upload onto Instagram. We enjoyed ourselves up until it was
time to pay the bill because Ovayo's card declined.
Waiter: your card has been declined sir.
Ovayo: hay njani?
-but how?
Waiter: nje Kakuhle babes...it's declined ithi lonto your funds are
insufficient. Azi pop'i.
Ovayo: jonga moffi ndin it's either ube professional or kanye ndawu
biza i manager yakho abone icebo ngawe.
Waiter: hay uzambiza uthi kutheni? Uthi awuythandi ndlela endithi your
card has been declined? Ngu 6 no 9 kalok lona toto.
This guy was hilarious but I was embarrassed enough to even entertain
him.
Me: Ovayo didn't you check how much you have before suggesting we
come here?
Ovayo: ngu bhuti lona he said he sent all of my money icacile he didn't.
He said while burying his face in his hands. I was so upset that this was
happening...on the one day that I decided to leave my wallet at home and
only take my licence.
Ovayo: awunayo imali wena?
-don't you have money?
Me: of course not.
Waiter: haike bantase all roads lead to the manager's office.
We reluctantly got up and then followed the waiter. On our way my hand
was snashed and something was put into my hand. When I looked
down, it was Luphelo. He winked at me and smiled sweetly so when I
opened my hand I realised it was money.
Me: thank you.
I whispered and he gave me a nod before turning back and then
focussing on his date. I felt a lump in my throat when I saw the woman
he was with and remembered from my conversation with Sihle that she
must be the girlfriend that she spoke about in church. I walked away and
then stopped the waiter before we entered the elevator leading to the
manager's office.
Me: ima Dumisani...I think this will be enough to cover the bill.
I said to the waiter before giving him my crinkled R200 and R100 notes.
Radisson Tabu is expensive ya'll. Dumisani counted the notes and then
gave back my change. The bill was R635.
Ovayo: uyfumenephi le mali Ncumo? Awunayo ne wallet.
-where did you get this money? You don't even have a wallet.
Me: it doesn't matter.
Waiter: akho nalo tip bantase?
-there isn't even a tip?
Ovayo: uphambene. Rha.
-you're crazy.
Waiter: mxm.
He said before walking away. Ovayo shot a disapproving glance at me
before walking away.
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I didn't follow Ovayo instead I went to use the toilet. When I came back
though Luphelo was not there anymore and neither was his date. It's like
he vanished and I didn't like that because I wanted to thank him and to
return his change.
I decided to leave after not seeing him so I went back to my car and then I
drove home. Mom was still up waiting for me in her bedroom when I came
home. She called me as soon as I came in so I went to sit on her bed next
to her.
Mom: did you have fun with your friend?
Me: yes mom...I did. Thank you for asking.
Mom: okay...mntanam I did some thinking and I'm giving you permission
to accept the money from Sihle's father.
Me: Really?!
Mom: ewe...I realised I was wrong to react the way I did. Sihle told
me une mali and he's probably trying to make up
No Sihle by doing this...it's not about you. I just don't want you to rely on
a man for anything...I raised you and gave you everything on my own.
Me: ndiyayazi Mama and I'm grateful. I will never depend on a man for
anything but Luphelo isn't my man. He's Sihle's father. He wants
nothing from me.
Mom: okay mntanam. I will let you accept the money if I meet him kuqhala
so we can talk about this as adults and most importantly parents...and if you
promise to pay him back once you get a good job.
I nodded.
Mom: ndiyakthanda va sthandwa sam.
-I love you my love.
Me: I love you too Mama.
We hugged and kissed. I was so emotional, not from this moment but i
don't know...I couldn't explain this. All I knew was that I couldn't sleep
alone tonight. I had to sleep next to my mother. Me: can I sleep next to
you tonight?
She laughed.
Mom: aw umntanam madoda. Iza sthandwa sam mbonxiba i pyjama.
-come my love to wear your pyjama.
I giggled before running to my room so that I could wear my onesie. I then
went back to Mom's room and went to bed next to her. She kissed my
temple and then switched the light off.

Insert 3

Mom left for work when I was still sleeping so when I woke up I saw her
note telling me that she left my breakfast in the oven. I then made her bed
and went straight to the kitchen since I was hungry. It took me a while to fall
asleep yesterday because I kept thinking about Luphelo. I didn’t want to
admit to myself that I like him…but I had no choice but to admit it because I
do. I was internally battling with myself because I knew that what I was
feeling was wrong…this man is my best friend’s father and Sihle is too
important to me for me to crush on her father.
After eating, I took a bath then got dressed because I had to fetch my
Herbalife orders which I had to deliver to my clients. My cousin Onela was
my last order for the day so I decided to have a chat with her.
Me: ziku phethe njani keh I products?
-how are the products treating you?
Onela: so far so good. Ndiyambona umehluko nangona ndifuna umila
njengawe.
-I can see the difference although I want to be shaped like you.
Me: you’ll get there mntase. Just keep using the products wena.
Onela: okay. Are you excited for your graduation?
Me: ewe wethu…I just have a lot on my mind.
Onela: like?
I was reluctant to tell her about what was going on but Onela is
trustworthy enough to keep even your most explosive secrets. You could
give her a suitcase and she would never look to see what’s inside.
Me: like a man.
Onela: uthetha ngo Ovayo?
-are you talking about Ovayo?
She seemed bored when she mentioned his name. What is it about this
guy? Even Sihle isn’t a fan although she puts up a front that she’s “civil”
with him for my sake.
Me: lide ibali mntase…but Sihle recently found her father and he’s actually
33-
Onela: Sihle is 21 mos-
Me: exactly…he was 12 mntase but anyway…when we met him okokqhala
I thought he was her brother kanti he’s her father and by then…I had
already felt something for him. And I think he likes me too.
Onela: Ncumo you’re playing with fire. You do realise he’s your best
friend’s dad…young or old…he is still Sihle’s father and you know Sihle
is possessive and territorial. She just met her dad so I don’t think she will
appreciate sharing his time with you.
She was right and the truth stung because I needed to believe there was
nothing wrong with this. But the fact of the matter is he’s Sihle’s dad and I
knew that would change our friendship forever.
Me: true .. mandi hambe wethu mntase.
-let me leave.
Onela: okay…bye bye babes.
Me: bye.
I said before hugging her good bye.
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After leaving from Onela’s house, I called Sihle on loud speaker.
Sihle: chomi?
Me: hey friend are you okay?
Sihle: ewe wena?
Me: I’m okay. Listen is Luphelo still up to paying the fees?
Sihle: yes chomi.
Me: okay cos uMama would like to meet him so they can talk about this.
Parent to parent. She wants me to promise to pay him back.
Sihle: Mamakho has pride for days chomi but I’m sure he will just agree to
get her off his back.
Me: that’s good enough. So please let him know so I can tell Mom.
Sihle: okay…how did date night go with Ovayo?
Me: horrible…his card declined.
Sihle: haibo chomi .. and then how did you get out of that mess?
Me: uhm…well…uhm Luphelo paid.
Sihle: my Luphelo?
Me: yes.
Sihle: Ncumo you’re hanging out with my father now?
Me: hay chomi I’m not. Ovayo and I were at Radison Tabu and that’s
where Luphelo was. I didn’t even see him until he gave me the money ..
then ndayo chama and when I came out of the toilet he was already
gone.
Sihle: oh .. ngoba chomi I love you but I just met Luphelo so I don’t want to
feel like other people are spending more time with him.
Me: I would never do that to you chomi ndithembe. I know my boundaries.
Sihle: okay…good bye anyway.
Me: good bye.
She hung up first and I exhaled. Onela was right.
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I spent the rest of my day alone, going window shopping for an outfit for
graduation. I lay buy’d everything that I thought I would need and then I
went home.
Mom called and told me that she was going to come home a bit later on in
the evening because she was
Going to meet with Luphelo. Sihle had contacted her directly and I took
offense to that. Maybe she didn’t like the fact that I saw her father and
decided to cut me off from meeting him again. But I couldn’t understand
her logic because there was no way that I could have known that he was
going to be at Radison Tabu but I decided to let it go.
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•• Sihle’s perspective ••
After my phone call no Ncumo, I couldn’t help but to feel some type of way
about the fact that she had an encounter with my father without my
knowledge. I’ve just met my father…and I wanted to get to know him
without feeling pressure that someone else would get to know him before
me so I decided to see my father. I took a taxi to his place and Johan, the
garden boy led me in. Luphelo was in his office upstairs so I popped my
head in to get his attention. He smiled.
Luphelo: ngena.
-come in.
I walked in and took a seat.
Me: am I interrupting?
Luphelo: never. Unjani?
-how are you?
Me: I’m not sure dad.
Luphelo: why?
Me: Ncumo told me that she saw you at Radison Tabu and apparently
you gave her money to pay her bill. I don’t know how to feel about that.
He relaxed on his office chair and leaned back. He looked a bit annoyed
and all of a sudden I regretted saying anything.
Luphelo: what would you have said if I didn’t help her and she saw me
there…and I had the means to help her…but didn’t? How would you
feel about that?
I swallowed.
Me: but the thing-
Luphelo: phendula Sihle
-answer.
Me: I would have been mad. Look Luphelo you’re my father and you’re
extremely young…I don’t want girls around you.
Luphelo: so wena ucinga mna ndinga busy ne

chomi zakho? -so you think I could be busy

with your friends? I felt stupid for suggesting

this. Me: No. I’m sorry.

Luphelo: mntanam mamela…I do not pursue children. Women your age

are children. I like grown women…a woman with a house and a minimum
of 2 cars. But they must be sportscars. I like a woman with stamps on her
passport, rings with plenty of carats on her fingers…I like women who
wear shoes with red soles…Women who have worn a graduation gown
more than once. I like women who can give me “did you know” facts out of
the blue…so ke sisi which one of your friends can give me that?
Me: no one.
I said with my head held down and he picked my chin up with his index
finger and asked me to trust him.
Me: Ncumo’s mom would like to talk to you about the money. Parent to
parent.
Luphelo: what time?
Me: I don’t know but she usually knocks off at half 4. So many 5?
Luphelo: okay…her place?
Me: hayi tata…I think it’s best if she comes over this side. Sithi abamnika
imali anyway.
-we’re the ones giving her money.
He laughed and gave me the green light to invite her to his place so I
called her directly because I did not want to involve Ncumo in this.
She’s seen my father enough for the week.

•• a month later ••
It was finally time for Sihle and I to graduate after 3 long years of being in
NMU. She arrived with her two aunts, grandmother, grandfather and five
cousins. My friend lives in a full house while I live in a 3 bedroomed
house alone with my mother so I had no one besides her and her
colleague to bring to my graduation.
Our families greeted each other and then went to sit together in the
venue while Sihle was panicking because her father wasn’t here yet. I
was actually glad he hasn’t arrived…I just couldn’t face him after we
saw one another at Tabu.
Sihle: chomi ndine stress…tatam akeka fiki.
-friend I’m stressed…my father isn’t here yet.
Me: phola chomi inoba he’s still deciding which cologne to wear.
She laughed.
Sihle: oh ndimlibele si slay king eso.
-I forgot that’s a slay king.
Me: relax chomi he will be here. Let’s just pray that he’s going to come on
time.
Sihle and I held hands and we said a prayer asking God to bring
Luphelo safely to the ceremony.
Luphelo: amen.
He said and Sihle’s excitement couldn’t be contained. She jumped into
his arms which caught her.
Sihle: I thought you weren’t going to make it.
Luphelo: I couldn’t miss this. Ndine scelo kodwa.
-I have a request.
Sihle: which is?
Luphelo: your family…ndiba bonile ngaphakathi…ndicela ukunga hlali
nabo.
-I saw them inside…can I please not sit with them.
Sihle: but they want to see you…and we will have a celebration at my
place which I want you to attend.
Luphelo: I can’t baby girl…in any case I have to go to Cape Town later
today to discuss a case.
I already pushed it back so I can attend your graduation.
She sighed.
Sihle: okay.
Luphelo: xolo baby girl. On the bright side…you have your best friend here.
He said, paying attention to me for the first time today. He looked at me as
if he wanted to fuck me. There was just something about the way he made
me feel whenever we make eye contact.
Me: Molo Taka Sihle.
Luphelo: molo Ncumo. Congratulations.
He said before reaching out for a hug which I gave him.
Me: thank you.
Luphelo: let me go inside. Girls make me proud avah…ningawi e stage’ini.
-don’t fall on stage.
We laughed.
Sihle: inoba wawa kule yakho I graduation wena.
-you probably fell on your graduation.
Luphelo: ndawa ndanya ndahlekwa futhuz…ayahoywa nalentba I
graduated cum laude khacinge umsindo obendi naye.
-I fell and even got laughed at…it didn’t even matter that I graduated cum
laude. Just imagine how angry I was.
The last thing that I could have concluded about Luphelo was that he is
an academic person. Sure he has the money but judging by his looks I
thought he pulled strings to get to the top, I didn’t think he actually paved
his own way. But that was a turn on.
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•• later on in the evening ••
It was past 7 pm and I was still over at Sihle’s house when I received a
SMS saying “come over at Tabu so we can change what happened”. I
knew this wasn’t Ovayo’s number but he has been wanting to leave MTN
for quite some time now so I figured he made the switch. So I replied by
asking when and he told me now would be okay so I showed Sihle the
message and she was happy for me. She asked me if I was going to be
popping my cherry and I told her no.
I got dressed since I was already in my pj’s and then I drove to Radison
Tabu and called Ovayo using his old number to check if it still works and it
did. He picked up.
Ovayo: hello?
Me: ndilapha ke.
-I’m here.
Ovayo: phi?
I was seriously getting pissed.
Me: at Radison Tabu where you told me to be.
Ovayo: akhange ndithi iya apho mna. Uyo dibana nala ntwana ibiku
batalele I bill yethu Ncumo?
-I didn’t say go there. Are you there to meet up with the boy who paid our
bill?
Me: what? You texted me telling me saying you want to change what
happened here.
Ovayo: mna? Ngeyiphi mali? Ncumo uyandi cheatela wena and mna-
-me? With what money? You’re cheating on me and-
I immediately hung up when I noticed Luphelo’s car driving into the parking
lot. I was fuming because I knew that if Ovayo didn’t call me here it was
him…and he was clearly lying about going to Cape Town so I stormed out
of the restaurant and then went to meet him in the parking lot.
Luphelo: Ncumo-
Me: wenza bani isibhanxa sakho?
-who are you making your fool?
Luphelo: mamela-
-listen-
Me: no you listen! I don’t know what game you’re playing here trying to
trick me but it won’t work.
Luphelo: I wanted to talk to you. Ndisa funa.
-still do.
I was breathing in and out heavily so he used his warm hands to calm
me down by caressing the side of my face.
Luphelo: Ncumolwam?
Me: it’s Ncumolwethu!
Luphelo: andiphazamanga. Wena ulu Ncumolwam.
-I’m not mistaken. You’re my smile.
My breathing became slower. And so did the beating of my heart. And
so did the throbbing of my temples.
Luphelo: masingene motweni and just talk.
-let’s get in the car.
Me: no…I’m going to lose a friend over you and I can’t risk that. I love
Sihle…so find another girl that you can talk to. And next time please don’t
take it upon yourself to risk my relationship while you’re enjoying yours with
your girlfriend, okay? So thanks but no thanks Jama.
Luphelo: I have booked into a hotel room…room 60, second floor. Take
me up on my offer if you change your mind.
Me: I won’t.
Was the
Last thing I said before walking away to my car. I climbed in and then
spun my wheels as I dramatically screeched out of the parking lot and
left him standing there.
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.
I drove home and I didn’t even park my car inside the yard I just left it
parked outside. I then used the backdoor to enter the house and I heard
old skool RnB playing softly in the house while there was laughing. There
were two dirty plates in the living room, a plastic container with strawberry
leaves inside and some empty wine glasses on the table. I followed the
sound of laughters and they came straight from Mom’s bedroom. I could
hear her voice clearly…but I could not hear a man’s voice at all. It was as
if these voices sounded the same but it didn’t make any sense to me.
I opened my mom’s bedroom and then I opened the folding door leading to
her en suite. She couldn’t hear me because of the water but I caught her. I
could see her clearly through the glass of the shower door…She was
inside the shower with her colleague Mam Joy. Mam Joy was not old at
all…in fact she is in her early 40’s but out of respect I call her Mam’ much
to Mom’s approval. Joy has been in our lives for as far as I could
remember but I had no relationship with her…Mom wouldn’t allow it but
whenever there was an important occasion in my life she was always
there. I stood frozen in one place until I had the courage to open the
door…and there I saw it with my own two eyes. My own mother in a
shower with another woman…kissing and fondling each other’s breasts.
Both of them were shocked to see me…Mom must have told Mam Joy that
I’m not coming back.
Mom: Ncumo ndicela si-
-can we please-
Me: No Mama!! No! No!
I screamed before running out of the bedroom and straight back into my
car. I started it and then drove off…with no idea in the world where I was
going to go. I drove around the city in tears until I found myself in a parking
lot. I looked up and this was the parking lot at Radison Tabu.
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I called back the number that Luphelo texted me with but he didn’t pick up.
So I gathered the guts to go up to him because calling him was clearly not
going to help. I locked my car and then walked into Radison Blu which is a
hotel in the same building as Radison Tabu. I went to the receptionist, she
looked friendly.
Me: hi sisi.
I looked at her name badge. Her name is Andisa.
Andisa: hi…would you like to make a booking?
Me: no…ndizo bona umntu.
-I’m here to see someone.
Andisa: uyayazi yena ukba ulapha?
-do they know you’re here?
Me: he invited me but I said I wasn’t going to come so I don’t
know…because I tried calling outside and he didn’t pick up.
Andisa: name?
She asked while picking up the phone.
Me: Luphelo Jama.
She hung up the phone and then looked at me like I did something wrong.
Andisa: well you’ll have to call him yourself. I can’t use the hotel’s
resources for your personal benefit. It’s either he wants to see you or he
doesn’t.
I exhaled and then bit my lip. This woman must know Luphelo personally
and that’s the reason why she’s no longer interested in helping me. She
must be jealous. I backed away from the counter gracefully and then
walked out…my mind went back to the sight of my mother and Mam Joy in
a shower together and I just couldn’t spend this night doing anything
mediocre…I just had to do something that was going to drown my sorrows
so I decided to call Luphelo. He answered this time.
Luphelo: ewe?
Me: ndicela ukbona.
-can I please see you.
Luphelo: ndi tsibe keh mnake?
-so should I jump?
He was clearly upset that I refused to speak to him before.
Me: Luphelo ndicela ungayenzi lento.
-please don’t do this.
Luphelo: why?
Me: because…because I’m sorry. And I need to talk to you. I just saw-
“Luphelo amanzi ethu a right ngok izovasa”.
-our bathwater is okay now come take a bath.
Me: you’ve already replaced me?
Luphelo: good night Ncumo.
He said before hanging up on me.
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After crying a bit in the parking lot, I started my car and then drove out. I
didn’t know where to go so I went to book at Lungile Backpackers for the
night and booked into a single room.
My mother called me when I was in bed, watching Game of Thrones
on Netflix at 11 in the evening. I answered.
Me: Mama?
Mom: Sthandwa sam are you safe?
Me: ewe.
Mom: ndicela sithethe ngalento uybonileyo.
-can we please talk about what you saw.
My tears started falling again. I guess I should have seen this coming. I
have never seen my mother with a man in my entire life. She has always
been single. Always rejecting men but she was always around women. I
thought it was because she was friends with them but she probably slept
with all of them.
Me: sithethe sithini Mama? Izonceda ntoni?
-talk and then what Mom? What’s it going to help?
Mom: Its going to help make you understand ukba azange ndicele
ukuthanda abantu ababhinqileyo Ncumo.
-I never asked to love women.
Me: I get it mom I’m a modern woman. I just never thought my own mother
would be a lesbian.
She exhaled.
Mom: uyandamkela?
-do you accept me?
Me: ewe Mama. I have no choice…I don’t have a house.
She laughed.
Mom: so ngesona sizathu eso?
-so that’s the only reason?
I laughed through my tears too.
Me: ndiyadlala.
-I’m joking.
Mom: please come back home.
Me: no Mama I’m okay klo Sihle.
Mom: okay .. good night ke sthandwa sam. I love you.
Me: good night mommy. I love you too.
She hung up. I must admit I felt much better after that call…I guess what
put me in that state was shock more than anything because we live in a
world where we’re slowing coming to terms with the fact that love should
not be limited to gender. People should be liberated…and be allowed to
fall in love regardless of gender or race. To be honest…I was actually
happy that mommy has found someone. She has been lonely for way too
long.
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I woke up in the afternoon and then I went straight home. Mommy was
already gone so I took a shower and then went to school to consult at
graduate and student placement. Once I was done I met Ovayo who was on
his way to
His next class. He is doing his fourth and final year in BCom Accounting
Sciences so that’s why he is still at school. We met on campus at the shuttle
stop last year and that’s where we clicked and exchanged numbers. He is
quite the smart one…but that is what led Sihle to coin a phrase to deride his
intelligence by saying “level 6 kwi Maths kodwa abeno level 1 ku life”.
-level 6 for Maths but has a level 1 for life.
Ovayo: Ncumo?
Me: hey.
We hugged.
Ovayo: can we talk?
Me: awuzoba late?
-aren’t you going to be late?
Ovayo: yeah but I was attending a duplicate anyway so masiye
Rendezvous café.
I agreed so he took me to the café and ordered my favourite bacon and
cheese wrap with a Cappuccino. We sat down and ate.
Ovayo: look I don’t know what’s going on with us. We’ve had our ups and
down but lately andazi bruh .. since you went to Bluewater Bay with Sihle
and then Tabu it’s like you’ve been completely different.
Me: different how Ovayo?
Ovayo: you’re cheating on me. Admit it…I won’t break up with you.
Me: I haven’t touched a man since we started dating Ovayo.
Ovayo: Ncumo just be honest so we can work this out-
Me: but I’m being honest Ovayo!
I might have not been completely honest but we could all agree that I
haven’t touched another man since being with Ovayo.
Ovayo exhaled. He looked at me like I was lying and I didn’t know how
to prove to him that I was faithful. For the most part.
Ovayo: okay.
He said. He had given up on getting the truth out of me so I changed the
topic for us.
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.
I went to the gym where I received 3 clients for Herbalife. They paid me
immediately so I placed their orders in the parking lot. Sihle and I hadn’t
spoken the whole day so I decided to bring some junk food so that we
could chill. I arrived at her place but she wasn’t there. Only her aunt
Nolwazi was.
Me: hi sisi. Is Sihle here?
Nolwazi: Nope. She is going job hunting.
Me: Yedwa?
-Alone?
Nolwazi: no…uhambe with some friend. Uthe wena uhleli no Ovayo so
akafuni ukuphazamisa.
-She said you’re with Ovayo so she doesn’t want to disturb.
I exhaled. This was a dumb excuse. But it’s a good thing that she and I
were not studying towards the same qualification therefore I didn’t take
her job hunting alone as a way to make sure she secures the bag first.
Me: uhm okay. I see.
I fake smiled.
Nolwazi: ukmemile kwi mbeleko yakhe?
Me: I didn’t even know about that.
Nolwazi: hayi njani? Well she’s having I mbeleko on Saturday kulo Luphelo.
Me: okay…I’ll wait until she invites me then.
Nolwazi: you’re family. You don’t need an invitation. Maybe that’s why she
hasn’t told you yet.
Me: I suppose. Ndicela umxelele ebendilapha…and that you invited me.
-Please tell her I was here.
Nolwazi: okay. Bye bye sisi.
Me: Bye auntie.
I hugged her and then walked out, feeling beyond disappointed.
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.
I didn’t ask Sihle anything about imbeleko yakhe, I just relied on the fact
that what’s meant for you will always find its way to you. So if Sihle and I
are meant to be friends we will work out shit out. And we did because she
called me at 6 pm in the evening.
Me: hello.
Sihle: hey friend. Undiqhumbele?
-are you mad at me?
Me: and why would I be mad at you?
Sihle: ngoba Aunt Nolwazi told you that I went job hunting without
you…and about I mbekelo yam.
Me: I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m mad at you but I am curious to
know why you would not tell me.
Sihle: Ncumo you’re my best friend and you know me well…if I told you
about imbeleko in person you would see right through me. I just wanted to
process the fact that Luphelo wanted a DNA test from me.
I raised my eyebrow. Why would he want that from Sihle when she’s a
light skinned version of him?
Me: Sukhubeka kalok Sihle. Luphelo is rich he probably gets false baby
claims all the time.
-Don’t be offended.
Sihle: yeah but I look like him though. What more does he need?
Me: confirmation. Introducing a child to the ancestors is a huge step…I’m
surprised he thought about it this soon. And he probably wants to ensure
that he makes the right decision.
She exhaled.
Sihle: I
Guess. Mamela I have good news for you.
Me: Zithini?
-what are they?
Sihle: I went job hunting without you because I had a lengthy
conversation no Tata and I told him that you have a BSc in Construction
Economics and he said when he’s back he’s going to work something out
for you.
My mouth hung open.
Me: Sihle…thank you. Wena uzothini?
-what are you going to do?
Sihle: I don’t know.. I think uzondi celela kwi chomi yakhe that’s a banker
so I can use my BA degree there while I part time this LLB shit then I
can work something out with Dad.
Me: okay…Enkosi chomi. I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.
Sihle: a free belly flush combo would be okay.
Me: uwhoah ndakncama wena you’re never losing weight.
-I gave up on you.
Sihle: watsho u #AskMeHow.
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In the evening before I went to bed I received a call. I answered.
Me: hello.
Luphelo: I’m outside. Ndicela uphume.
-please come out.
Me: uhm okay.
I said before he hung up. So I got up from my bed and then I sneaked out
of the house and ran into his waiting car while I was in my pyjama’s. He
came in his VW black Tiguan. He really must have a thing for SUV’s.
Me: hey.
Luphelo: unje kanti xawu lala.
-you’re actually like this when you sleep.
Me: ndimbi?
-am I ugly?
Luphelo: you’re gorgeous. If I knew unje ebsuku I would have dropped my
pride the other night and came to you.
Me: bubambekile kalok Luphelo nge cherrie yakho so let’s not blame
what happened on your pride.
-you were held up by your girlfriend.
Luphelo: andina cherrie mna.
-I don’t have a girlfriend.
Me: you said it yourself when we first met that you have a girlfriend.
Luphelo: I wanted you to doubt indlela endik jonge ngayo and not be sure
that I want you.
-the way I looked at you.
I bit my lip and then turned my whole body on my seat to face him.
Me: so you want me?
He took his sunglasses off and then he looked at me as if he was trying to
show me that my little attempt to seduce him was child’s play compared to
what he is used to. My pyjama is a short dress with a low neck cut so he
could see everything clearly.
Luphelo: Ncumo…ndakutya unye mna. Ndicela uvale imilenze.
-I will fuck you. Please close your legs.
His comment alone sent my body into a frenzy. I didn’t want to provoke
him even further but at the same time I wanted to prove to Luphelo that I
was woman enough to hang with him. Not knowing what to do though to
prove myself to him, I did as he asked. I need to start working on myself.
Me: sorry.
I closed my legs but he put his hand between my thighs as if he was putting
his foot in a door.
Luphelo: suwa vala onke kalok…I’m still enjoying the view.
-don’t close them all the way.
He sent chills down my spine when he smiled. His hand moved up my
thighs until he reached my lady parts and then he grabbed…he started
rubbing my clit and I just looked at him…on face value I looked calm and
collected but internally I was wishing he wouldn’t stop. He pulled my
underwear to the side and then his fingers made their way to my vagina but
he stopped momentarily as if he wanted my consent…I parted my legs
slightly as a way to give it to him and
he continued. He slid a finger inside but he couldn’t seem to fit it
in…Luphelo has reasonably signed fingers. Not too thick but also not thin
either and they would fit with ease in a regular, wet pussy and it didn’t take
long for him to figure out why he was struggling with mine so he pulled his
hand away and then looked at me.
Luphelo: you’re a virgin?
Me: undi buzelani lombuzo?
-why are you asking me that question?
Luphelo: I have a daughter … Ncumo .. and if I’m going to lose my shit
over men who come into her life then I’m going to make sure I’m a damn
good one.
I looked at him and we both burst out into laughter.
Me: simnandi speech sakho va.
-your speech was nice.
Luphelo: thank you.
Me: izandphuze keh.
-let me kiss you then.
I said before climbing over to his side of the seat and then sitting on him.
He sweetly protested…while laughing at me. He fought me until he could
no longer fight me so he put his
Hands underneath my dress, pulled me closer and then he kissed me.
Luphelo: you’re going to be the death of me.
He whispered in my ear. Heart beating out of proportion.
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After we made out, I returned back to my seat and then sat cross legged
with my legs brought close to my chest.
Me: Luphelo?
Luphelo: Hm?
Me: how did you get my number the other day?
Luphelo: xelela uSihle that Siphesihle is a bad password.
I laughed. I have been telling her for ages that her password is ineffective
but she has never listened to me. She thinks that the fact that her phone is
always in her hands means that people will never get access to it but she
forgot to make provision for the fact that one day she might meet her
biological father who will try to go through her phone in search of her best
friend's number.
Me: mntanakho akamameli. Kudala ndamxelela.
-your child doesn't listen. I have told her several times.
Luphelo: myeke...it makes life easier for me.
Me: what do you mean?
Luphelo: I must know who my daughter is texting. By the way...yi ou yakhe
lingu Bulelani?
-is her boyfriend Bulelani?
Me: yeah why?
Luphelo: imbi lantwana. Ncumo khamnqande maan before amithe
ngoba andizo teketisa bhesha mna.
-that boy is ugly. Stop her before she falls pregnant because I won't
compliment an ugly baby.
Me: uzabe engu mzukulwana wakho. Bhesha or no bhesha.
-it will be your grandchild. Ugly or not.
Luphelo: Mxm.
He sulked and then he looked away.
Me: Do you have any other children?
He shook his head.
Me: Sihle told me that you would give me a job.
Luphelo: bendizele lonto. I wanted to tell you that you start on Monday.
-that's why I came.
Me: as what?
Luphelo: you'll be my construction company's business administrator.
Well not of the whole company...you'll only be dealing with the quality
part of it. That's easier to work with.
Me: who said I need something that's easy?
Luphelo: you have no experience Ncumo don't get a big head. It's a risk
that I'm even putting you here but that's why you're on a 6 months
probation.
Me: the normal contractual probation duration is 3 months-
Luphelo: there is nothing normal about our contact so it's either you take it
or leave it.
I exhaled.
Me: fine. What's my salary?
I said while batting my lashes and he laughed.
Luphelo: R15 000 Ncumolwam.
Me: Qha?!
-Only!
Luphelo: my starting salary was 10k look where I am now.
Me: fine...I thought you're a lawyer though. Why are you in Construction
now?
Luphelo: I have 2 degree's. One for BCom law and another for Civil
engineering. During my
meeting with your mother she told me that she has masters in Psychology
and thought I wasted
my time by doing two separate degree's qhonda jonga mama if mntanakho
bendingam
ncwasanga ngendi hambe kudala apha qha funeka ndibene mbeko ngoba
sisezo bonana..
-and I thought to myself look woman if I didn't like your daughter I would
have left a long time
ago but i have to be respectful since we're still going to see each other.
I laughed before leaning in for another kiss. His phone rang and he
answered the call. It was Sihle and he put the call on loud speaker.
Luphelo: Mamqocwa.
Sihle: hey daddy. Ubuya nini?
-when are you coming back?
Luphelo: ngoba dahn?
-why?
Sihle: kalok tata I need someone to help me choose a goat.
Luphelo: ukhona uMakaz wakho mos.
-you have your aunt though.
Sihle: ndifuna wena.
-I want you.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: I'll come home tomorrow ke...for you.
Sihle: okay thanks Mqocwa.
Luphelo: ungay faki ku Instagram lo bhokwe sizay ketha ke Sihle.
-don't put the goat we're going to pick on Instagram.
She laughed.
Sihle: I promise I won't. I respect this ceremony...and you should be
getting the DNA results tomorrow...when you come. It's stressing me to
be honest.
Luphelo: ungu mntanam Sihle...ndiyayiva lonto kodwa I have to
make 100% sure ukba ungowam ndinga hlazeki ebuhlanti xana
ibhokwe ingakhali apha.
-you're my child...i can feel that but i have to make 100% sure that
you're mine so I won't be embarrassed when the goat doesn't make a
sound.
Sihle: yeah ndithethile no Ncumo and she said the same thing to me.
I'm not mad at you for this.
-I spoke to Ncumo
Luphelo: hm...okay. I'm about to drive home ngoku...can we
speak when I'm at Home?
Sihle: okay...I will call after 40 minutes.
Luphelo: okay.
She hung up and then he put his phone down and looked at the time on his
wrist watch.
Luphelo: I need to go...mntanam uzand phonela back.
-my child is going to call me back.
He looked genuinely excited. It was cute. And knowing what is going to
happen once Sihle knows about this...I felt bad for risking their relationship
but at the same time Luphelo is also an adult and I'm sure he has thought
about this. But still came to my house.
Me: hm okay...good night.
Luphelo: good night.
He leaned in for a kiss and kissed me. I opened the door and then climbed
out of his car before sneaking back into the house.
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During the weekend, it was finally time for imbeleko ka Sihle so we had to
go to Luphelo's home in New Brighton. His home isn't too far from Sihle's
family house, it's about three blocks away
and according to her Luphelo hated the idea of having the ceremony held
in his family home and wanted it to be done at Bluewater Bay. But
because his house doesn't have ixhanti, it had to be done in New
Brighton.
I was there since 7 am in the morning to help the family prepare
everything and even met Luphelo's mother who didn't seem to like Sihle
very much. It's like seeing her brought her pain...but she would never
say anything to her. She mostly sent me for stuff, asked me to do things
for her and cracked jokes with me but when it came to Sihle she was
cold.
Luphelo arrived at 11 am with his girlfriend and I couldn't understand why
the hell he would do that knowing I was here. He wore sunglasses to mask
the fact that he had been drinking a bit so when I had the chance to be
alone with him, I pushed him into his old bedroom and then I closed the
door behind us.
Me: Luphelo are you kidding me?
Luphelo: ndenzeni Ncumo?
-what did I do?
Me: why did you bring your girlfriend here?
Luphelo: andina cherrie mna. Lowa is my source of sexual satisfaction.
-I don't have a girlfriend.
Me: and then what am I?
Luphelo: the death of me.
My heart dropped.
Me: really? So what's she doing here?
Luphelo: Ncumo awuboni ukba andikho right?
-can't you see that I'm not okay?
He said before taking his sunglasses off and exposing his bloodshot
eyes. He had been crying and I can't believe I didn't notice that my own
man was hurting. I got down on my knees and then held his face in my
hands before hugging him. The door opened and in came Luphelo's
"source of sexual satisfaction".
Zim: kwenzeka ntoni apha?
-what's going on here?
Luphelo: Zim ndicela uhambe.
-can you please leave.
The door opened even wider and in Sihle came. Seeing Zim in the same
room as us probably neutralized the situation and didn't make her think
anything of the situation.
Sihle: Tata u Right?
Luphelo: bendine ntloko. Ncumo no Zim bebendi nceda.
-I had a headache. Ncumo and Zim were helping me.
Sihle: okay...uyafunwa keh.
-they want you (at the front).
Luphelo: ndiyeza.
-I'm coming.
Sihle nodded and then walked out and Luphelo followed. Leaving me
alone with Zim who stepped up to me. She is taller and more
accomplished yes but she still couldn't intimidate me. Zim: does Sihle
know you're sleeping with her father?
Me: am I?
Zim: a skank like you wouldn't hesitate right? A man like Luphelo would do
a lot for you.
Me: he wouldn't do anything for me that I wouldn't be able to do for myself.
Zim: Ncumo...I'm too grown to be arguing with a little girl over a man so I'm
going to make
things simple for you...leave Luphelo or I'm running straight to Sihle and
letting her know what's going on.
I swallowed.
Me: and you think she would believe you?
Zim: get close to my man...and we'll just have to see.
She said before walking out of the room.
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Sihle's ceremony ended well, the ancestors accepted her so we all stayed
at New Brighton until it was late. My mom didn't come because she had to
talk a patient from committing suicide so I was home alone texting Ovayo
who was surprisingly entertaining on that night but we all know he wasn't
whom I wanted to talk to. So I called the one I wanted to talk
To and he surprised me by picking up. Luphelo seldom picks up the
phone...he is either too busy or too stingy with his time to pick up hence
he prefers to call people himself.
Luphelo: hey.
Me: unjani?
-how are you?
Luphelo: ndi right Ncumo.
-I'm okay.
Me: I didn't like to see you in that state...especially not knowing what to do.
Luphelo: subana xhala I sorted my shit out.
-don't worry.
Me: it's my job to worry about you Phelo.
Luphelo: utsho njani kodwa awukho nalapha?
-how can you say that when you aren't even here?
Me: ufuna ndize dahn wena?
-do you want me to come?
Luphelo: ukba unoza andino khalaza.
-if you came I wouldn't complain.
I'm used to Ovayo who jumps at every chance I have to come over so it
was different to receive this sort of response from a man.
Me: I think we need to be really careful of Zim...she said if she feels
threatened by me again then she will run straight to Sihle and let her
know what we're doing.
Luphelo: I'll handle her iza emntwin wakho wena qha.
-just come to your person.
I giggled.
Me: Luphelo what are we?
Luphelo: soyi xoxa lonto xawu lapha.
-we'll discuss that when you're here.
Me: okay...but I still need to know why do you need Zim around?
Because to me you're not sounding like a man who is prepared to let
her go.
Luphelo: ndilale nabani keh ngok Ncumo?
-and then who should I sleep with?
Me: Me! Luphelo...you will sleep with me.
Luphelo: iya kla ntwana yakho...ubani? Ovakalayo? Ongevayo. Umcele
aku vule gqhiba ubuye uze ku Luphelo kengok ngoba I won't take your
virginity. I will hurt you.
-go to your boy...who? And ask him to open you up then you come back to
Luphelo.
Me: so you would be okay with me sleeping with another man? Yaz
Luphelo...bye.
I said before hanging up my phone and then screaming in my pillow. I
was so emotional...so upset and so offended that I had to drink water to
calm myself down.
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I heard a knock on my window and when I checked I saw it was Luphelo
so I went to open the door reluctantly. He is tall so he looked down on me
and he was clearly aware that I was still upset as I closed the door.
Luphelo: ndicela sithethe?
-can we please talk?
Me: about?
Luphelo: I shouldn't have said what I said. It was a narcissistic suggestion.
I'm sorry.
Me: Luphelo my decision to keep my virginity is way deeper than you
think. I was doing this to protect myself from loving a person and being at
risk of him not wanting me like my own father. And when I made that
decision I never thought the man I would be ready to give it to would tell
me what you told me.
Luphelo: Ncumo how long have we known each other for you to already be
ready-
Me: it doesn't matter to me Phelo! Time means nothing to me...nor to how I
feel about you. Ever since you came into my life...it feels like I'm finally
working towards something...I feel like I don't have to be stuck with Ovayo
and his crazy mood swings and you're the reason why I accepted that my
mom is actually gay its because I know love has no rules. I mean who
would have thought my vagina would be wet when I see Sihle's dad...I
mean who fucking feels that way over her bestie's dad?
The tears started falling from my cheeks so he pulled me closer and then
he kissed me. We kissed until he grabbed my butt cheeks and used them
to lift me onto his waist and then carry me to my bedroom. I had my legs
wrapped around his waist so he put me onto the bed and then he
continued to make out with me. His free hand roamed my body until it
landed South and instead of pulling my underwear to the side like he did
last time, this time he took off it off completely and just feeling the liberty of
being naked underneath Luphelo's body made me wet. He again slid one
finger inside, patiently though and started fingering with his thumb
stimulating my clit. He then used his left free hand to take his tracksuit
pants off and I took my pyjama off completely so I could be completely
naked. He started kissing on my body, caressing the parts of my body that
make me a woman all the way down before he reached my pussy. He
made eye contact with
Me and I nodded as a way to give him consent again. I don't know why
consent is so important to Luphelo. He ate my pussy and this was a first
for me...Ovayo didn't believe in oral sex and neither did I before Luphelo
came along. He ate my pussy until white discharge came out of my pussy
and then he kissed my neck.
Luphelo: yayazi ithetha ukthini lento?
-you know what this means?
He asked while laughing. He was teasing me.
Me: ndiyayazi tsh...ndicithile.
-I know...I came.
I said shyly and he kissed my lips. He then pulled something out from the
pocket of his tracksuit pants that was on the floor. It was a strap on dildo
and he had some lube with him as well.
Luphelo: ndicela sizame lento kuze ukuba thina asisebenzi ungandi
capukeli.
-can we please try this so that if we don't work out you won't hate me.
I nodded, I was too emotional to speak because all of these things that
were happening at once were overwhelming me. I still wanted to be mad
at him for the shit he said over the phone but here he was..trying to make
things up to me so that conflict was messing with my head.
He strapped on the dildo around his waist and then he put some lube on
it. I opened my legs and it was clear we were gonna do this missionary
style. He opened my legs a bit further himself...and then he positioned the
dildo before trying to enter my vagina. I felt a sharp pain at first on the
entrance so I held onto his shoulders tightly.
Luphelo: hurts?
Me: continue.
He pushed it in again and then he delivered small thrusts as a way to
minimise the pain. He used this strategy until he penetrated me
completely and then he started having sex with me using the dildo. I used
my arms to pull him down to my chest where he remained for the entire
round which probably lasted for a little less than 3 minutes. He then took
the dildo out of my pussy and then he lay on my side where he
unstrapped and put it aside. Luphelo: how does that feel?
Me: it feels like I need the real one.
Luphelo: uphambene yaz Ncumo.
-you're crazy.
He said before laughing at me and then covering himself with my blanket
and looked the other way. Luphelo was tired from everything that
happened today but i didn't expect him to fall asleep like that. But I didn't
mind though...because I wrapped my arms behind him and then slept
with my cheek on his back.
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Luphelo: undenzani sis Nondwe? Andiziva right mna…ndiyeke…hayi sisi
ndifuna uku goduka mna…sis Nondwe!!
-what are you doing to me? I’m not feeling alright…leave me alone…no I
want to go home.
He screamed in the evening so I woke him up from his nightmare and he
woke up in a pool of sweat. He looked confused and it took him a while to
be able to remember where he was and who he was with.
Me: Phelo it’s okay…ndilapha.
-I’m here.
I said as I wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around
me and then he put his head on my chest. He was genuinely scared
because his entire body was shaking from fear.
Me: u Right?
-are you alright?
Luphelo: bili phupho nje.
-it was just a dream.
Me: baby you’re gonna have to do better than that. I know that uNondwe is
Sihle’s mother.
He removed his head from my chest and then he got up from the bed
and started getting dressed.
Me: Phelo uyaphi ngoku?
-where are you going?
Luphelo: endlini.
-(my) house.
Me: please stay and I won’t ask you any questions.
He didn’t accept my deal. He just took all of his belongings and then he
walked out of my bedroom. I followed him to the living room and tried to
beg him to stay again but he wasn’t having it. He just wanted to leave so
I opened up for him and then he left without saying good bye.
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I barely caught a wink of sleep after Phelo left. I blew up his phone though
but he didn’t pick up my calls…all that he managed to do was to send a
text letting me know that he is okay.
My mother came back in the morning looking well rested to the point
where I even doubted her little “talking a client from committing suicide”
story. She was probably with Joy.
Mom: Molo Ncumo.
-hello.
Me: hey mommy. Is your client still alive?
Mom: ewe shame…ndimnike ne pillis ze anxiety.
-yes…I even gave him anxiety pills.
Me: oh okay…Mom do you think that children who were sexually
abused can grow up to be people who need consent from their partner
all the time during sex?
Mom: they can…but it’s not all of them. Some people like R Kelly grow up
and want to be in charge like their abusers were…because in order for
you to be able to deal with the pain you start to believe what’s happening
is alright and normal but it’s not…so you keep telling yourself that one day
you’re gonna be in charge cos it seems fun I guess…then you get people
who can’t block that out. They know it’s wrong…they know the abuse isn’t
supposed to happen…they remember the pain they felt during the abuse
and vow to never put anybody through that. And that’s maybe why they
would seek consent all the time.
My heart dropped.
Me: And when do they have bad dreams about it? Does it happen all the
time?
Mom: bad dreams come and go…sometimes they occur once they revisit
a place that reminds them of the abuse…depending on how traumatic the
abuse was. If a person was sexually abused and assaulted then their
nightmares can be really bad…they can cause a person to wake up
sweating, be dizzy etc…it’s really not pretty mntanam.
Everything that Mom was saying was so true about Luphelo and as
much as I wanted to ask him about it, I didn’t want to risk pushing him
away from me so I decided that I was going to reserve this information
until I’m close enough to him to get complete honesty from him. I
wanted him to get help…I wanted him to get rid of the demons that he
was facing.
Me: how do you help such a person ma?
Mom: you can’t. Unfortunately sexual abuse is a pain that one takes with
them to the grave.
Her words brought a sharp pain in my chest. I didn’t feel okay so I
thanked Mom for her time before heading back to my bedroom where I
cried for a little while then I fell asleep.
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On Monday, I prepared myself for my first day at work. I didn’t know what
to wear so I decided to wear a tight denim shirt with my denim pencil skirt
and my fluffy black block heels which I bought at The Fix. Luphelo still
hadn’t spoken to me and I wasn’t sure whether he would be at his
construction company today or he would be in his law firm.
I
Arrived at the company 30 minutes before my shift was supposed to start
so that the hand over could be done to me. It was done by a man named
Khuselo and he seemed a bit annoyed by me.
Khuselo: so when did you graduate? Yesterday?
Me: 2 weeks ago.
Khuselo: and you’re already here?
Me: as you can see.
Khuselo: well you do look like Mr Jama’s type.
Me: if you want to say something, grow a pair and say it. I don’t like
subliminals.
Khuselo: okay…how good is your sex? Cos I’m sure that’s how you got
here since you landed yourself a business administrator position when
you still smell like a textbook.
Me: if I was a man would you have said the same thing?
Khuselo: no because Luphelo is not gay.
Me: not my problem.
I said before shrugging my shoulders. I continued doing my work as if I’m
unbothered but truth is I was. If Khuselo already had that idea about me
then I could only imagine what the other people in the company were
thinking. I got up and then I went to the bathroom and on my way to the
bathroom I noticed that 90% of the company had black workers in suits. I
then picked the last bathroom stall once I was inside and then I called
Sihle.
Sihle: mntase.
Me: I hate it here.
Sihle: Why? What happened?
Me: mntase this guy here thinks I slept with Luphelo to get here.
She laughed. I couldn’t understand what was funny.
Me: care to share the joke?
Sihle: I just realised that you and my dad would make a cute couple.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: are you serious right now?
Sihle: I’m kidding ke friend I’m sorry. Look why do you care? You have a
degree Ncumo don’t trip over these nigga’s who believe in patriarchy. I’m
sure he’s just pissed that he either got demoted from or didn’t get
promoted to your position.
I took a deep breath.
Me: okay chomi.
Sihle: look babes I need to go now but I will call you after work to know how
it went. I love you.
Me: I love you too chomi.
Sihle: bye.
She hung up so I urinated and then walked out.
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I overheard a guy telling another woman that Mr Jama is in the office so I
decided to go see my man. His door was opened slightly so I entered and
he was inside with his PA. She was obviously beautiful, her suit
complimented her figure as she exposed her toned legs for the world to
see below her black pencil skirt and she had a 32 inches long weave
which I thought was a bit too much.
Her: xolo sisi si busy.
-sorry sis but we’re busy.
Me: I’m here to speak to Luphelo-
Her: Mr Jama to you.
I looked at Luphelo and he swallowed.
Luphelo: Yolanda please…she’s new. Be nice. You may excuse us. And
close the door on your way out.
Her: fine.
She walked out and then pulled the door back shut. Luphelo then shifted
his attention back to me and I couldn’t help but to appreciate his frame
underneath his tight shirt.
Luphelo: Ncumo lento siyenzayo in our personal lives does not give you
the right to come into my office whenever you please.
Me: ebendiku khumbula Luphelo.
-I missed you.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: tixa sogqhiba uzapha.
-lock and then come here.
I smiled shyly and then went to lock his door. Then I went back to him like
a little girl in a candy store and then I sat on his lap. I kissed him first and
he returned the favour making us even.
Me: Luphelo why do you have so many black people working for you?
Luphelo: why? You feel comfortable when there are white people around?
Me: it’s not that. It’s just that-
Luphelo: it’s just that you’re not used to black people occupying higher
positions in a company therefore this visual makes you think that
something is wrong. Kodwa ke ingathi ngoy qhela ngoba I put black
people on. You’ll find your white people on site working their asses off like
they made us work and are still putting our asses to work.
-you’d better get used to it.
Me: okay Jama how did we get here? I’m sorry if I flipped a switch.
He rolled his eyes and then he looked away. I admired the view of his
profile but my mind took me back to his PA.
Me: Phelo I don’t like your PA.
Luphelo: I don’t like her either but she knows her
Work. You have nothing to worry about.
He assured me.
Me: What are we Luphelo? Because I’m having a hard time processing
this.
Luphelo: ufuna sibey ntoni wena?
-what do you want us to be?
I smiled.
Me: I don’t know…but I know that I like you. And I also know that I don’t
like the fact that there are women like Zim in your life because I want to be
the only one. I don’t even know why you won’t just take my virginity if sex
is an issue.
Luphelo: andizo lala nawe Ncumo singeka yazani for barely even a month.
-I won’t sleep with you before we even know each other.
I exhaled. Luphelo is so frustrating because after he used the sex toy on
me to make me experience the feeling I fell inlove with the intimacy of
sex. I fell inlove with the idea of being underneath him…holding onto his
shoulders while he does rounds inside my vagina. The thought alone
made my pussy wet…I was so horny and it was frustrating that Luphelo
was not hearing me out. I wanted to feel the Real thing. Luphelo made
Me tired of being a virgin. I wanted to be a woman. So I got down on my
knees in front of him and then I pulled down his zipper.
Luphelo: what are you doing?
He asked calmly but I didn’t reply. I pulled down his underwear and then I
pulled out his penis. When I held it I wasn’t even sure if I still want to go on
with this anymore…I had been such a saint all of my life that I wasn’t really
exposed to a penis. Yes Ovayo has one but I had never been that close to
a penis. Never held it close to my face…and have never put it in my
mouth. But I did that for Luphelo, not even knowing how to give a blow job.
I only even knew about it through Sihle who has done it several times to
her boyfriend and through a few porn video’s but it has always been taboo
to me. But yet here I was, on my knees sucking my boss’s dick. I sucked
his penis until he came so I quickly fetched the small bin underneath his
desk for him to cum inside it.
Luphelo: Ncumo how many times have you given head?
Me: this was my first.
He exhaled. He didn’t believe me. I could tell by the way he looked at me.
Luphelo: okay…mamela I have to get back to work ngoku. And so do
you before people start talking.
Me: 5 more minutes please.
Luphelo: ha.a Ncumo…leave. Now.
I reluctantly got up and then I walked out.
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Sihle called me when my shift ended.
Me: baby?
Sihle: ndine client entsha for wena mntase. Ubhitye okwe rhali so she
wants the weight gain combo.
-I have a new client for you. She’s as thin as a thread.
I laughed.
Me: thank you so much chomi. Give me her number on WhatsApp.
Sihle: I already did.
Me: okay, I still need to get you that belly fat flush combo you wanted.
Sihle: Mxm kodwa undi ncamile?
-but you have given up on me?
Me: I was joking mntase.
Sihle: mqund wakho. Just get me a bag kwa Edgars. Polo ke.
I laughed.
Me: okay no problem.
Sihle: I’m going to sleep over at your place tonight.
Me: okay. Zofika nini?
-what time are you going to get here?
Sihle: maybe 6?
Me: no problem.
Sihle: sure mntase. Bye for now .
Me: bye mntase.
I hung up and then I drove to the gym. I attended a core conditioning
class and there I was approached by a woman I have never met
before.
Her: hi.
Me: hey.
Her: sisebenza kunye. Kwa Jama Constructions.
-we work together. At Jama Constructions.
Me: oh hey…nice to meet you.
I said while giving her a handshake.
Her: likewise. Listen I approached you because I noticed that you were in
Luphelo’s office for a long time and I think I know what happened there.
I bit my lip.
Me: really?
Her: yes…look Luphelo is not someone that you should associate
yourself with. He’s heartless…he will literally want you today and
tomorrow he doesn’t. I was there once.
Me: does he pretend to like you in the beginning?
Her: that’s the thing…he does not even pretend. I don’t know how he does
what he does but I feel so stupid for even allowing myself to be played like
that. Luphelo is a cold man that can’t be changed. He is not even
affectionate.
I exhaled. This woman felt like she was talking about a
different man. This Sounded nothing like Phelo and I
refused to believe her.
Me: look I appreciate you sharing this information and trying to warn me but
there really isn’t anything going on between us. I was just in there because
he asked me to do environmental scanning and report back to him so that
we could find ways to better our services and that’s why it took so long.
Her: its your life Ncumo.
She said before walking out of the studio.
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Sihle called to cancel the sleepover so I spent the night with my
mother. It’s weird because although my mother and I are now living our
lives separately…we are further apart but somehow closer than ever. It
was uncanny but I was not complaining.
When it was time for me to go to bed I received a call from Luphelo. This
seems to be a habit for us now to talk either on the phone or in person
before I go to bed.
Me: hello.
Luphelo: hey. Unjani?
Me: I’m not so good.
Luphelo: utheni?
Me: Luphelo I don’t like the way you treated me after I gave you the blow
job.
Luphelo: ndi phonela lonto kanti Ncumo. Ndicela uxolo. I only did that
because I was stopping myself from asking you to come to my place
after work. I didn’t want you to think I have intentions of being sexual with
you because of that.
I smiled a little.
Me: oh.
Luphelo: oh? Ndifuna ukuva usithi undi xolele.
-I want to hear you say you forgive me.
Me: I forgive you.
Luphelo: enkosi. I’m so tired but I can’t sleep I’m preparing for a case.
Me: what’s it about?
Luphelo: ndi represent’a lomjita wethu…he’s my age, lives an expensive
lifestyle qha ke mos utya phantsi kum I mean like. Luphelo kay 1 kabini
espilini. But asikho lapho. He is suing Mercedes Benz for breach of
contract. You have four types of contract breaches: impossibility,
repudiation, malperformance and delay in performance. So he is suing for
delay in performance because lomjita uthi his car was supposed to be
serviced for a business trip where he was going to make 150 k and he lost
out on that money because his car was not ready at the time. So as his
attorney I need to make sure he claims because he is entitled to remedies
which are either rei vindicatio or unjustified enrichment but in his case its
gonna be enrichment. But ezikaka zika Benz zithi they had repudiated the
contract kwakdala through conduct which even if it were true bitshayiwe so
I’m now looking at their Discovery.
Me: all of that Jargon Mr Jama is boring me.
He laughed.
Luphelo: you’re really making it hard for me to not love you.
I smiled. I didn’t know how to react to what he said at all…so I just sat
smiling like an idiot.
Luphelo: Ncumolwam?
Me: Jama?
Luphelo: ndiya eDurban in a few days. Ndicela undikhaphe.
-I’m going to Durban. Please come with me.
Me: I can’t sthandwa sam. What are we going to tell your child?
He exhaled.
Luphelo: I’ll make a plan. If I do you’re coming with me right baby?
Me: of course babe.
Luphelo: enkosi mntuwam. Now as I was saying…their Discovery shows
that….
I exhaled deeply because I knew I was in for a long night of listening to
Luphelo prepare for his case. Although I could not understand half of the
content he was talking about, I couldn’t help but to admire this man’s
intelligence. It took me back to my high school days with Siphesihle. She
would grasp everything within the snap of a finger. That’s why our
Science teacher was angry at Sihle when he heard she had applied for
BA Law instead of studying towards a BSc qualification. I guess this part
of her which she was given by her father couldn’t be ignored.
I listened to Luphelo going over his work like a child studying for an
exam until I fell asleep unexpectedly.
Luphelo: Ncumo? Ndigqhibile ke…ulele ne? Yadika bruh. But ndifuna
uyazi ukba I’m gonna get my shit together for you, okay? I’m not gonna
lose you over my past…and I was thinking of going for counselling
because I really wanted to sleep next to you tonight but I’m afraid I might
get a nightmare or some embarrassing shit like that. But you made me
face my demons and for that I thank you…I just hope you never leave me.
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When I woke up in the morning, my phone was next to me, on 37% but I
realised that Luphelo never hung up although I fell asleep whilst he was
calling. The call duration was on 07: 39: 17 and I tried my luck by trying to
wake him up.
Me: Phelo wam?
He didn’t reply.
Me: sthandwa samu? Are you there?
Sihle: Tata ukhona umntu othetha kwi phone yakho! Ndizay phendula.
-Dad there is someone talking through your phone. I will answer it.
Luphelo: hay hay ftsek Sihle yeka la phone.
-piss off Sihle leave my phone alone.
Sihle: rha ude uthukise kodwa ebendi senzela wena I favour.
-and you went as far as cussing but I was only doing you a favour.
Luphelo: khange ndikcele.
-I didn’t ask you.
Sihle: hay khasuke wethu ude uphume kwi shower ubaleka unxibe I
towel for I phone. Yinton unga tyibilikanga wawa ngenyeke njema
umanzi.
-and you even came out of the shower running while wearing a towel for
a phone? I wish you would have slipped and fell on your lip since you’re
wet.
He laughed.
Luphelo: icacile andili beki emsebenzini kalok xaku njalo.
-its obvious I won’t be stepping foot at work if that’s the case.
Sihle: mnk slay kings.
Luphelo: hamba kalok Sihle Tatakho uyadyola fondin. Ndiyeke ndithethe
nomntu wam.
-leave Sihle, your father is in a relationship. Let me speak to my person.
Sihle: Sisi unomntana ona 21 keh umntu wakho.
-Sis your man has a child who is 21 years old!
Sihle yelled and I held in my laugher over the phone but Luphelo laughed
before kicking Sihle out and then locking his door. I wished I could have
been there to witness them but at the same time the thought of Sihle
knowing what’s going on between her dad and I made me sick.
Luphelo: good morning.
Me: morning…I didn’t know that Sihle was there.
Luphelo: yeah I was lonely…ndayoncamela kuye. Ndiye ndayolala naye
izolo ndashiya I phone yam ebhedini…don’t know why I did that.
-she was my last resort. I went to sleep next to her yesterday and left my
phone on my bed.
Sihle: hay rhaaa buncamela kubani?!!
-who was your last resort?!!
She yelled from the distance.
Luphelo: Sihle sudika mahn tsek suka emnyangweni wam.
-don’t annoy me. Get away from my door.
Sihle: Ndimkile ke.
-I’m gone.
Luphelo: Enkosi.
Me: let’s rather talk in the office. If there’s one thing I know Sihle is good
at…it’s eavesdropping.
Luphelo: okay…ndicela unga nxibi nto I tight namhlanje. I can’t focus.
-please don’t wear anything tight today.
I giggled.
Me: okay. Bye.
Luphelo: Bye.
He hung up then I went to get ready for work.
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Since he asked me not to wear anything tight, I decided to wear a pink
bob tube maxi dress to work with my black push in’s. I tied my hair in a
bun and I looked cute if I could say so myself. My phone was dead and I
intended to charge it in the office but first I had to pop into Luphelo’s
office. Sihle was there, eating breakfast with him and I was stopped in my
tracks but it was too late.
Me: Good morning chomi…and you Mr Jama.
Sihle: Mr Jama nto? Una 33 lomntu wethu…ngu Luphelo.
-Mr Jama what? This person is 33…he is just Luphelo.
Luphelo: abanye abantu bane mbheko Sihle abafani nawe.
-some people have respect unlike you.
Sihle: mxm…chomi wanna join us?
Me: uhm no friend I just wanted to discuss some business with your dad
but I can always drop by later.
Sihle: no its fine mntase. I want you to help me get the truth out of my
Dad. He won’t tell me who his new girlfriend is.
She said while hanging onto his shirt. She really is a daddy’s little girl and I
envied that. I wanted to know what it feels like to sit next to your father
while breaking bread and having a conversation.
Me: he has a girlfriend?
Sihle: ewe they were calling each other in the morning…ngo 6 Ncumo.
Who does that?
Luphelo: ingathi ngewu thula or kanye sizoknika u brother kuze I trust fund
yakho izo cutheka.
-you should keep quiet otherwise we will give you a brother so that your
trust fund can be cut in half.
Sihle: Sorry daddy.
Luphelo: uyaythanda imali Sihle yhu. Awumfuni dahn u brother?
-you like money. Don’t you want a
Brother?
Sihle: I do just not yet…I’ve just met you and another baby right now
would take all of your attention away from me.
Luphelo: I run two companies simultaneously and both are successful. I
could balance having two kids Sihle.
Sihle: ha.a tata yhu.
-no daddy.
She whined and he brought her close to his chest. I observed the situation
and realised I had no place there. Sihle and Luphelo are so close that I just
couldn’t put myself between them. This was a recipe for disaster because it
would leave us all feeling devastated.
Me: I should start working.
Luphelo looked at me and muttered “zubuye” which means I should
come back. I nodded and then walked out…knowing that I wasn’t going
to come back.
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•• Friday ••
I had been ignoring Luphelo all week and only focussing on work and my
clients after hours. We only met up once in his office for me to sign my
contract which we had to be fraudulent about since we signed the contract
later than I had started working.
On Friday I didn’t go to work because I was sick in the morning but
Moms home remedies helped a lot. I stayed at home all day and it
seemed like I was gonna be home alone all night too because Mom told
me that she wasn’t going to come home.
At 5 pm in the evening, Luphelo came to my house. I opened up for him
while I was in my gown but what was underneath it didn’t even interest him
one bit. He looked borderline pissed.
Me: yes?
Luphelo: uyandi avoid’a?
-are you avoiding me?
Me: I’m not avoiding you Luphelo.
Luphelo: ngok kutheni ungazi phenduli calls zam or even seeing me
xandise msebenzini?
-why aren’t you answering my calls?
Me: I have been busy. How did you even know you could come here at this
time?
Luphelo: Sihle uthe ufuna ukuza kuwe since you’ll be alone and I
gave her money to go shopping so she could leave you alone.
-Sihle she said wanted to come to you.
Me: see this is what I’m avoiding Luphelo. The hiding…I can’t take it
anymore. Sihle is my best friend and I don’t want to lose her over this. I’m
done Luphelo. You and I are through starting from today. I choose her. I
choose I chomi yam.
He looked down and then closed his eyes. Luphelo is a man that
always has his chin and shoulders up so I never expected to see his
pride drop.
Luphelo: Ncumo do you know how sick and tired I am of life? I finally
meet a woman that I actually like…after so many years of not being able
to commit to anyone…when I finally find a woman that I actually like to
talk to it turns out that she’s my daughter’s best friend. Ncumo I didn’t
make Sihle…Sihle was made from me. There is a difference. And until
you figure it out you’re gonna keep doing this shit to me. But if usaymele
lento and you still want to leave me then I don’t mind but you aren’t
gonna keep coming in and out of my life to disrupt my peace.
His eyes were watering and I knew that when he said “I didn’t make Sihle.
Sihle was made from me” that he was admitting to being sexually abused
and that Sihle was a result of that. It was easier to ignore when it was just
Mom’s suspicion but hearing him practically admitting it hurt me a lot to the
point where I cried.
Me: ndicela uxolo Jama.
-I’m sorry.
He sniffed and then he collected himself before reaching out to me.
Luphelo: u grand?
-are you okay?
I nodded.
Luphelo: u Mama ufuna ukbona.
-my mom wants to see you.
Me: Why?
I flushed.
Luphelo: I tell my mother everything…so she told me she wants to see you.
Me: now?
He nodded.
Me: okay let me get dressed.
Luphelo: ndizoku linda emotweni.
-I’ll wait in the car.
Me: okay.
I said as I walked to my bedroom.
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Once I was ready I went to meet Luphelo in his X6 M which he made me
drive. I felt like uploading a picture of myself driving it on WhatsApp but
there was the Sihle issue so I couldn’t.
We finally arrived at New Brighton and I regretted agreeing to this
immediately so I tried to run back into the car only to run into my man’s
arms who kissed me.
Luphelo: baby ngu mamam lona. She’s emotional. Ndicela singam phoxi.
-this is my mother. Can we please not let her
Down.
I nodded and he smiled.
Luphelo: okay masingene.
-lets go inside.
I gave him one final kiss before we walked into the house. His mother
was at home alone, watching television.
Luphelo: Mama kunini ndikxelela ukba
funeka utixe? -Mom how many times have
I told you to lock? Mother: hay wethu
Pabbles akhomntu uzongena apha. -no
one is going to enter here. Luphelo:
besthethile ke ngelo gama. -we spoke
about that name.

He said between his teeth. I laughed internally. Does his mother really
still call a grown man Pabbles?
Mother: xolo wethu…Molo ntombi.
-hello dear.
Me: molo ma. Unjani?
-how are you?
Mother: I’m happy to see you again…as my son’s girlfriend this time
because I liked you as soon as I saw you.
Me: ewe ma I noticed. I also grew very fond of you as well.
Mother: ndiyavuya mntanam. Pabbles please excuse us.
-I’m happy my child.
Luphelo: ndiyephi Mama?
-where should I go mom?
He whined.
Mother: hambo thenga I pizza. Cram decker.
-go buy pizza.
He nodded before getting up and then leaving me alone with his mother.
Mother: Ncumo…ndiyayazi ukuba your relationship with my son puts your
friendship with Sihle at risk but yikaka leyo. Fuck that. She can go to hell.
My son has never spoken to me about a single woman…in 33 years
Ncumo I have never heard Pabbles speak about a female to the point
where I thought he would have turned gay. Not that I would have a
problem with that…but you do get my point right?
I nodded.
Mother: yes so I’m here to say if he mistreats you then you have every
right to leave and do better. But please don’t leave him because of Sihle.
He has been calling me all week…telling me that you’re avoiding him
and he knew it’s because of her. Please don’t do that.
Me: but Ma it’s complicated because men are unpredictable. It’s hard for me
to risk a friendship I’ve had since I was in pre school for a man I’ve just met.
I truly love Sihle…I know you don’t like her but that’s because you don’t know
her. Sihle is a female version of Phelo….She is
considerate, she always gives me clients for my business and expects
nothing in return. She spoke to Luphelo to give me this job…She is funny,
smart and she uses her intelligence to create solutions for people’s
problems. In all of these years we’ve been friends Sihle has never
competed with me…never was the type of best friend to want to take your
man or something like that. And all I ask is for you to give your grandchild
a chance. She is nothing like her mother….but she is everything like her
father.
Mother: I’ll pass.
She said with some attitude in her voice and that’s when I knew that she
was never going to give Sihle a chance. We spoke until Pabbles came
back with the pizza and our conversation
became not so serious this time and I started to enjoy myself until
Mrs Jama asked this question:
Mrs Jama: so…niyalala kunye keh?
-do you sleep together?
Luphelo: yinton ngok Mama?
-what now mom?
Mrs Jama: hay I need to start preparing myself. I have all of these
grandchildren but none from Pabbles. Yaz I have looked forward to
holding your babies ever since you turned 5 and I realised you aren’t a
little baby anymore. That’s how look it took me to come to that realisation.
Luphelo looked at me and then he held my hand.
Luphelo: anzom phendula umbuzo wakho Mama ngoba yafana
uzocinga ndiyaxoka .. kodwa keh ndiyafuna umenza lo sisi u Mama
wabantwana bam. Izokwenzeka.
-I’m not going to answer your question Mom because you’ll think I’m
lying anyway…but I do want to make this lady the mother of my
children. It’s going to happen.
The way he looked at me gave me chills…Luphelo looked decided and
ready to commit such that it scared me a bit because I’m still young. His
mother didn’t see that however…all that she saw was her happy son.
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After meeting with his mother, we went to his condo in Humewood. It is a
nice, spacious 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 2 living room and 1 kitchen
apartment that was just perfect for us to spend the night in. We had
bought a McDonald’s share box so I fetched a tray from the kitchen which
I used to put our sharebox on. We started eating but I could tell that there
was a lot on his mind.
Me: Pabbles? What are you thinking about?
Luphelo: just some work stuff.
Me: are we lying to one another now?
He exhaled.
Luphelo: I just want to be free Ncumo. I’m tired of feeling trapped or
angry all the time. That gives me anxiety.
Me: in order to be free you have to communicate sthandwa sam. Let
me help you carry this weight. You can trust me.
He bit the corner of his bottom lip and then released. I wish he knew that
makes him 1000 times more attractive than he already is.
Luphelo: Nondwe was my baby sitter…she was paid to look after me but
you know…She looked after my brothers as well. She would…always want
to give us a bath and my brothers didn’t mind but I liked it when my mother
gave me a bath and wasn’t really down with being naked in front of a
stranger…so I would tell her no and she would beat me whenever I refused
but I didn’t care. I still didn’t want to. I was about 10 then…but then my
brothers had these other extra mural activities so they would come home
later .. and that’s when the sexual abuse started. She would touch me
differently…She would carress my penis…give me hand jobs…She even
gave me blow jobs and I didn’t understand what the hell that was. She
would…make me rub her pussy…touch her breasts…and then when I
turned 12 she did it…that’s when she had sex with me. She took my
innocence…and she knew I was going through puberty but she still did it.
She uhm…Mom caught her once attempting to rape me again but you
know…Mom lost her shit and beat her to a pulp. She was obviously
pregnant at the time you know…so she fled. And died while giving birth to
Sihle. So yeah…that’s what happened to me.
He said whilst looking down, avoiding eye contact with me but I wrapped
my arms around his back and then I kissed his cheek.
Me: thank you for your honesty Luphelo Jama. I want you to know that I
don’t think you’re less of a man because of this…in fact I respect how
you’re still able to love Sihle although she serves as a reminder of what
happened. I won’t leave you Luphelo. I will be here for you…I know I said I
choose Sihle but I was a fool. I choose you. Ndizoqina Tiyeka ndibeyi
mbokotho yakho xawena uphelelwa ngamandla ngoba xawuthanda
umntu…wenza njalo. Imfihlo zakho ziphephile kum…wena qhubekeka
ngo bomi bakho ubheke phambili ungaphinde ujonge emva.
-I’ll be strong and be your rock when you have no more strength left
because when you love someone…that’s what you do. Your secrets are
safe with me…you just carry on with life and go forward…and don’t ever
look back again.
Luphelo broke down and then he cried…so we just sat there crying together
like two souls that look intact on the outside but are dying on the inside.
That is though…until these broken souls found their way to each other and
are slowly but surely learning to repair themselves.
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I received a phone call from Ovayo late in the evening, at past 11 pm
nearing midnight. I took my phone then I went to answer it in another
bedroom so that I wouldn’t wake Pabbles who was sleeping on his back.
Me: Ovayo?
Ovayo: undenzani Ncumo?
-what are you doing to me?
He sounded like he was crying. There was music in the
background…loud music at that but I heard the tears in his voice loud
and clear.
Me: uthetha ngantoni Ovayo?
-what are you talking about?
Ovayo: awusandi funi…awusa thethi namu…awusena mdla kwinto
yethu…ufumene enye indoda ne Ncumolwethu?!
-you go longer want me…you don’t talk to me…you are no longer
interested in our thing…you have found another man right?
I exhaled.
Me: Ovayo please don’t do this.
Ovayo: oh so ndinyanisile?
-I’m right?
Someone grabbed the phone from Ovayo.
Him: Sisi ndicela uzom godusa torho. Unxilile lomntu.
-lady please come and take him home. This person is drunk.
Ovayo: hey andinxilanga mna.
-I’m not proud.
He yelled in the background.
Me: uphi?
-where is he?
Him: beer shack.
Me: okay. Ndilapha e Humewood so give me 5 minutes.
Him: okay.
He hung up so I went to get dressed and then I took Luphelo’s car keys.
My man was sleeping like a giant baby, his breathing was even peaceful
and I couldn’t wake him up for an issue concerning the likes of Ovayo so I
didn’t tell him when I left. I just sneaked out.
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I arrived at Beer Shack and went looking for Ovayo. I spotted him
sitting at a table with his friends so I greeted them.
Me: masambe Ovayo sigoduke.
-let’s go home.
Ovayo: uzohlala nam?
-are you gonna stay with me?
I nodded. Knowing good and well that I was lying. His other friends also
asked for a lift since they all live in the same area and I agreed…so they
packed up their alcohol and then followed me to the car which they lost
their minds when they saw.
Sam: shit! Ncumo ufuna ntoni kwi X6 M?
-what are you doing with a X6 M?
Ovayo squinted so that he could see it properly.
Ovayo: une blesser ne Ncumolwethu?
-you have a blesser?
Me: jonga Ovayo I’m here to do you a favour by taking you home. Don’t
undermine me.
Yanga: kodwa Ncumolwethu I was the one on the phone with you
and you said ulapha eHumewood. Ulapha kubani eHumewood?
-you’re here at Humewood. Who are you here for?
Ovayo: qhondile Yanga.
-absolutely.
Me: look it’s either you all shut up and I take you home. Or you keep
talking, I leave you here and you’ll have to make use of Uber X.
Sam: hay sithule.
-we’re quiet.
He said before they all climbed into the car and I followed last.
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It was terribly awkward in the car. No one said a single word until we
arrived in their area. I purposely dropped the others off first because I
wanted to give Ovayo and myself some time to talk so I could be able to
break our relationship off.
I parked opposite his house and then I switched the car off which made it
even quieter.
Me: Look Ovayo I’m really sorry about everything that happened between
us.
Ovayo: I’m willing to start over Ncumolwethu. If you just leave this blesser
of yours-
Me: he is not a blesser! He-
My phone rang and it was a call from Luphelo. I contemplated not
answering his call but I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression so I
picked up.
Me: Tiyeka?
Luphelo: uphi?
-where are you?
Me: imoto yakho I right Luphelo.
-your car is alright.
Luphelo: so I wake up and my girlfriend is not in bed with me and wena
ucinga ndikhathalele I moto?
-you think I care about a car?
Me: Can I please call you back?
Luphelo: no thetha nam ngoku Ncumolwethu!
-talk to me now.
I exhaled.
Me: ndihleli no Ovayo.
-I’m with Ovayo.
Luphelo: see now this is where I care about my car. Hlisa lomntu emotweni
yam Ncumo sukundi qhela kakubi.
-get that person off my car. Don’t disrespect me.
Me: okay okay…fine.
I said before hanging up and then facing Ovayo.
Me: Ovayo ndicela sithethe ngomso.
-can we please talk tomorrow.
Ovayo: ha.a Ncumo.
He said before climbing out of the car. I knew that if he wasn’t drunk he
would have said more but he couldn’t. Once I saw that he
Was safely inside the house, I started the car and then drove back to
Humewood.
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I didn’t know what to expect from Luphelo because I’ve never seen him
angry before. So I drove into the yard and then took a minute to collect
myself when I was inside the car. I got out then walked into the condo and
he was in the kitchen eating in his boxers and socks.
Me: hey.
Luphelo: uvelaphi Ncumolwethu Sifora?
-where do you come from?
Me: I had to fetch Ovayo. He was drunk and I had to take him home.
Luphelo: nge moto kabani?
-with whose car?
Me: Luphelo my car is at home. What was I supposed to do?
Luphelo: beku mele undi celile Ncumo.
-you were supposed to ask me.
Me: you were sleeping and I know you have trouble sleeping. I
couldn’t wake you up over Ovayo.
Luphelo: please respect my shit. I love you. But respect my shit.
Me: I’m sorry.
He finished up his sandwich then he walked back to the bedroom and
climbed into bed. I switched the lights off and then went to climb into bed
next to him and cuddled up behind him.
Luphelo: ndicela undiyeke Ncumo.
-please leave me alone.
Me: Jama please don’t do this. I don’t understand what the big deal is.
Luphelo: usadyola nala ntwana?
-are you still dating that boy?
Me: No I’m not. I was just helping him get home.
Luphelo: I blocked Zim’s number for you and you’re still communicating
with Ovayo. How do you think that makes me feel?
Me: I’m sorry kalok Ngcolosi I’ve learnt my lesson. Yhini Jojo? Yhini
Tiyeka?
Luphelo: mxm.
He knew I was going to win so he decided to quit while he was still ahead.
Me: ndiyakthanda.
-I love you.
Luphelo: I thought you liked me.
Me: Like would need steroids to make me feel this way. I love you.
Luphelo: I love you too.
He said before turning around to face me then he kissed me.
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•• Luyanda Jama’s perspective ••
I was in my new psychologists’ office because the psychologist that I used
to go to had now passed away so I had to be transferred to a new one: Dr
Patricia Sifora. She is a fair skinned elderly lady who liked to smile and was
dressed in a shirt, dress pants and loafers. I could tell by her dress code
that she is probably not into men because no man would want a woman
that dresses like him.
She say cross logged on her couch while reading my file before nodding.
She had offered me Some refreshments earlier which I had rejected.
Her: Sorry for keeping you waiting. I did an analysis of your file
yesterday but I just wanted to recheck so that I could know where you
are mentally.
Me: No problem.
Her: So it says here that you’re trying to deal with a history of sexual
abuse and that you’ve never opened up about that.
Me: True.
Her: Why are you finding it so hard to open up? Do you feel that it
diminishes your masculinity?
Me: No…the thing is…this was all my fault.
Her: How was it your fault?
I inhaled.
Me: uhm…Nondwe sexually abused me first. Then she went to my
youngest brother Pabbles…his name is Luphelo but we call him Pabbles.
And Pabbles came to me and told me what happened but I told him that it
was nothing to worry about. He said he was going to tell our mother and I
told him she wasn’t going to believe him and that’s why he let the abuse
happen. I don’t know why I protected that bitch…I was scared but my fear
ruined my brother. I failed my baby Doc. If you saw how small he was when
he was younger you would understand why I feel the way I feel. I should
have protected him but I protected myself. The family is going to hate me if
I come clean and let them know that I was also abused.
Her: Was anybody else abused? Or was it just the two of you?
Me: It was just the two of us.
Her: And when did she stop abusing you?
Me: She uhm…never stopped. It happened right until she fell preg-…right
until she left.
Her: Right until she fell pregnant. With whose baby Luyanda? Yours or
Luphelo’s?
Her question angered me to the point where I stood up and then kicked the
small bin next to my seat and sent used tissues flying all over her office.
Me: You know what this is a waste of my fucking time. I want a transfer!
I
Yelled before storming out of her office.
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•• Ncumolwethu’s perspective ••
Luphelo dropped me off at home on Saturday morning and I immediately
went back to sleep since I didn’t have much of a rest on Friday night. I was
woken up by my mother who came back looking like she had a hangover.
Me: and then?
Mom: never be a psychologist.
Me: Why? Rough client yesterday?
Mom: yoh he was so rude. He even lost his temper and kicked my poor bin.
Me: who is this maniac?
She flushed.
Mom: Patient-Doctor confidentiality.
She said before walking to her bedroom in a hurry. That was odd
because my mother always tells me about what she discusses with her
clients. What was different now?
I grabbed an apple from the kitchen before heading back to my bedroom
and I had three missed calls from Sihle. I called her back.
Sihle: kunini ndik phonela wena?
-how long have I been calling you?
Me: I’m sorry babes I was still busy with my mother.
Sihle: oh ubuyile.
-is she back?
Me: yeah.
Sihle: okay…well I have good, gooder and goodest news.
Me: okay well lets fuck the laws of English for a second for the sake of your
happiness.
She laughed.
Sihle: I have good, better and the best news. Which one would you like to
hear first?
Me: lets use the ascending order.
Sihle: well the good news Dad gave me a job in his law firm which works
well with my schedule.
I’ll be earning 7k a month.
Me: okay congrats…the better news?
Sihle: My grandmother called me. She said she would like to speak to me.
Honestly I don’t know whether she’s going to be rude or nice to me but
what I can say is I’m glad she won’t be ignoring me like she did kwi
mbheleko yam.
Me: I’m so happy for you mntase. And you’re right…this is a step in the
right direction and I do know she will love you. What is not to love about
you anyway? But that brings us to our final news…what’s the best news?
Sihle: Daddy told me that he’s going to buy a car for me. I must just tell him
which one.
Me: which one are you going to choose?
Sihle: a blue Renault Clio. You know how much I love that car.
Me: yeah…congrats chomi. Listen I gotta go now my stomach is acting up.
Sihle: okay…get well soon chomi. I still want that Polo bag.
I laugh

ed. Me:

bye.

I hung up and then threw myself on my bed out of jealousy.

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I fell asleep and then woke up and decided to write a text for Ovayo to
break up with him. I knew it was fucked up but I didn’t have the guts to face
him after yesterday. The message read:
Ovayo I know that what I’m doing is a cowardly move but I don’t know how
else to do this. I just can’t bare to look you in the eye after last night. I
blame myself for what happened…you didn’t deserve it and I’m sorry.
However I think we had to be honest with ourselves…we haven’t been
happy in forever and we were just saving face because we wanted to be
like Sihle and Bulelani. But we aren’t like them…we’re different and our
differences in ourselves just don’t mix. But I do love you. I really do and
that won’t change…as for being in a relationship with you that has to
change. We’re too young for this. I hope you won’t be affected by my
actions. I love you too much to hurt you intentionally. It’s been a great
journey with you and you’ll always be a part of my life. I wish you nothing
but love and happiness without me.
He read my message and left it on blue tick. That put me in a bad mood.
It’s not that I wanted him to reply with some sad response but all I wanted
was to get an answer…any answer would be okay.
It’s as if Luphelo knew I was upset because he called me.
Me: yes?
Luphelo: hay zama enye indlela yophendula xandiku phonela. Andiku
phoneli nge free minutes kalok yi airtime lena ndiysebenzisayo.
-no try a different way of answering when I call you. I’m not calling using
free minutes I’m using airtime.
Me: Luphelo I’m not in the mood.
Luphelo: Why?
Me: I told this idiot Ovayo it’s over and he mized me.
He laughed.
Luphelo: ukhubekile umjita Ncumo. Suku khubeka wena.
-the guy is hurt. Don’t trip.
Me: Mxm…and I heard the good news that your daughter is
Getting a car. Must be nice.
Luphelo: baby you want a new car?
Me: No…I’m good.
Luphelo: great ngoba bungazoy fumana shame. Sihle ngu mntanam.
Wena uyi cherram. What I buy for her shouldn’t give you chest pains.
-cos you weren’t gonna get it. Sihle is my child. You’re my girlfriend.
I exhaled. Luphelo’s brutal honesty slapped but I needed to hear that.
Me: okay.
Luphelo: yeah…look I am going to fetch Sihle so we can pick up her car
now. I’ll speak to you when I get back.
Me: okay.
Luphelo: I love you.
Me: me too.
He hung up so I went back to bed to sleep off this embarrassment that I
brought onto myself.
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When I woke up I checked my phone and I saw a message from Ovayo.
He had replied to my break up text: Ncumolwethu andiso sbhanxa sakho
mna. Ndiyayazi ukuba u Luphelo ngu Taka Sihle. Ebeku mele une ntloni
ngo dyola no Tata we best friend yakho. Kodwa keh kuba namu
ndingonwabanga kulendawu ndikuyo…maku nyeke macala. Mna ndizo
xelela u Sihle lento ndiyaziyo. Sibone ukuba lento yenu izoqhubekeka na.
-I’m not your fool. I know that Luphelo is Sihle’s father. You are supposed
to be ashamed of yourself for dating your best friend’s father. But since I’m
not happy either where I am…let there be trouble in both ways. I’m going
to tell Sihle what I know. So we can see whether this thing of yours is
going to continue.
I panicked, my brain froze for a moment before I called Luphelo. He
answered just when I was about to hang up so that I could call him back
again.
Luphelo: Sthandwa sam?
He calmed me down just by saying that. I smiled temporarily before reality
hit me like a truck.
Me: Luphelo sine nxaki. Ovayo uthi uzo xelela u Sihle inyani.
-we have a problem. Says he will tell Sihle the truth.
Luphelo: ithi makaze Humewood ngo 8.
-tell him to come to Humewood at 8.
Me: Why?
Luphelo: I’ll talk to him. Boy to man. I can’t afford to let him run this past
Sihle. It would destroy me…destroy us. Tell him I want to make him an
offer…he can name his price.
Me: fine. I will tell him.
Luphelo: okay. Bye for now.
Me: bye.
I hung up and then sent Ovayo a text back:
Luphelo wants to talk to you at Humewood @ 8. He wants to make an
offer.
We texted back and forth but Ovayo finally agreed to meet up with us
so I texted him the directions.
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Luphelo was sitting on his couch, drinking Remy Martin with one leg
crossed over the other when I arrived. He had an ashtray next to him on
the arm of his leather couch which was supporting a Cuban cigar. He
was dressed in a white golf shirt, black Chino’s and black suede pointed
shoes which showed off his hairy legs. He looked sexy.
Me: hey.
Luphelo: here comes the death of me.
Me: death sounds so depressing. I wanna give you life baby.
Luphelo: you’ll get that title once you give me a son.
He said as I climbed onto him and straddled his body then I kissed him.
Luphelo: I have a song dedication for you.
Me: lets hear it.
He took his remote and then he played Miguel’s Sure Thing. I had always
known this song but listening to it as a dedication from Luphelo made me
fall in love with it. The mere fact that he felt that our “love is a sure thing”
showed me that Luphelo was really falling in love with me. We made out to
the song until we heard a knock on the door. Ovayo was here.
Luphelo: ndicela uyo vulela la ntwana yakho.
-please go open up for your boy.
Me: behave yourself.
He put his hands up as if he was surrendering. I got up then I went to
open up for Ovayo who came in with a confidence to him that I knew
Luphelo was going to destroy very soon.
Ovayo: ja grooetie..
He greeted Luphelo who shot a warning glance at him. I never knew
Luphelo’s face could ever lose its warmth. Pabbles was gone and now we
were left with the real Luphelo.
Luphelo: kwedin yinton lento ndiyvayo ukba wena uthi uzo xelela ingcosi
yam ngalento ukba ndi dyola no Ncumo. Yaqhala ulahlwa dahn? Ncumo
beyi cherrie yakho yokqhala?
-little boy what is it that I’m hearing that you’re going to tell my baby
about the fact that I’m dating Ncumo? Is it your first time getting
dumped? Is Ncumo your first girlfriend?
Ovayo: ndiya qhala uthanda I cherrie ngo Ncumo.
-Ncumo is the first girl I’ve ever loved.
Luphelo: nam ndiyamthanda ngoku kuthweni?
-I also love her. So what now?
Ovayo: makunyeke kalok.
-let there be trouble then.
Luphelo: tyini kanti sizovumelana?
-wow turns out we’re actually going to agree with each other?
He said before getting up and then grabbing Ovayo using his neck.
Me: Luphelo!!!
He dragged my ex and then tipped him over the balcony. Ovayo was
screaming, head faced down and the only support he had was
Luphelo’s left arm. Ovayo screamed while I was screaming along
With me behind Luphelo who looked at me as I tried to reason with him. He
was angry.
Me: Jama ndiyakcela ndicela umyeke!!
-please let him go!
Ovayo tried to hold on using Luphelo’s wrist watch but that pissed him off.
Luphelo: tshayiwe kwedin ubambelela nge Rolex ekubeni uyikaka nje
engena value suqhela ndaklahla unye mna. Nakokwenu awu
insure’wanga nge price yale watch mqund wakho.
-are you dumb little boy, how dare you hold onto a Rolex when you’re just a
piece of shit with no value? Don’t fuck with me I will throw you off. Even at
home they didn’t insure you with as much money as this watch is worth.
Ovayo: xolo grootman!!
-I’m sorry big man!!
He pleaded and Luphelo pulled him back into the condo and then fixed his
outfit.
Luphelo: mamela keh ntwana yam…uNcumo ebengowakho kwi past
tense. Ngoku u Ncumo ngowam kwi present continuous tense. Sihle yena
akazoyazi lento yenzekileyo. If uyazile noba binge nguwe ndizokfikela
vha?
-listen my boy…Ncumo was yours in the past yense. Now Ncumo is
mine in the present continuous tense. Sihle won’t know about what just
happened. If she knows, even if it wasn’t you, I will come for you okay?
Ovayo nodded out of fear.
Luphelo: sure keh…have a safe journey ke vha. Love you.
Ovayo: love you too.
I think those words came out of his mouth instinctively. He walked out in
a hurry and then he closed the door behind him.
Me: was that necessary?
Luphelo: excuse me?
Me: did you have to go that far Luphelo?!
Luphelo: uyalibala ukuba ebezo kwenza ntoni lomntu? I was gonna lose
my child and you were gonna lose practically your sister. I was just doing
damage control.
-are you forgetting what this person was going to do?
I exhaled.
Me: that was just unnecessary. You could have just paid him.
Luphelo: oh? Ncumo you can follow him if you’re gonna annoy me. How
many people are we going to pay to keep this secret?
I kept quiet.
Luphelo: Ndimkile.
-I’m gone.
Me: uyaphi Luphelo?
-where are you going?
Luphelo: I’m going for a drive.
He said before taking his car key and then walking out.
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After he left, I made myself at home in his condo. I went to make food and
then I cuddled on the couch with his pillow which smelled like him. I
watched television and he came home when I was watching Basketball
wives.
Luphelo: masambe siyolala.
-lets go to bed.
Me: ndibukele apha.
-I’m watching TV here.
Luphelo: ndakcela.
-please.
I gave him a cold stare and he surrendered.
Me: who do you come from? Zim?
Luphelo: Wow mntuwam I’m so offended. I can live without sex Ncumo.
Me: sapha I phone yakho.
-give me your phone.
Luphelo: ukba ufile ndithini mna?
-and if you die what should I do?
I stared at him and he laughed.
Luphelo: ndiyadlala. Which phone do you want?
-I’m kidding.
Me: zisapha zonke.
-give me all of them.
He took out two phones from his pocket and then he gave them to me. He
unlocked them using his thumb while I went through his first phone which
was fairly boring. It was all about business but his second phone was where
he made all of his personal calls. It’s where he had saved my number,
Sihle’s number and everyone else in his life. I went through all of his
texts…He doesn’t have WhatsApp so I became bored and gave him back
his phones.
He came to sit down next to me and then he put my feet on his lap.
Luphelo: uMama made an effort to speak to Sihle. And it’s all because of
you.
Me: yeah she told me. I’m happy for her.
Luphelo bit the corner of his bottom lip again, symbolizing that he was
deep in thought before taking a car magazine from underneath the
coffee table and then he threw it at me whilst looking away.
Luphelo: ketha.
-choose.
Me: a car?
Luphelo: ewe.
-yes.
He sulked. It was clear that he was having an internal conflict between his
mind and his heart.
His mind didn’t want him to buy the car for me but his heart wanted to.
Me: baby I don’t want another car. I realised I was being childish for
comparing myself to Sihle.
It’s not your fault I don’t have a dad to get me really cool cars.
Luphelo: uyafuna umfumana? I could pull some strings and we could
Find him. That’s if you get the necessary information needed to conduct
the search from your mother.
-do you want to find him?
Me: yhu ndingavuya Luphelo. Ndizo thetha no Mama ngomso ndibuyele
kuwe.
-I would be delighted. I will talk to Mom tomorrow and then get back at you.
Luphelo: okay. Masolala keh.
-lets go to sleep.
Me: I’m at your heels.
I said before he got up and went to the bedroom. I collected his throw over
and my snacks then I followed him.
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I drove home in the afternoon and Mom was doing her laundry when I
arrived.
Me: hey mommy.
Mom: uvelaphi?
-where do you come from?
Me: a friend.
Mom: a friend…Ncumolwethu do I look stupid to you?
Me: hehake mom what is up with you?
She stood up.
Mom: Ncumolwethu uhamba udyola namakhwenkwe ngoku?
-are you going around dating boys now?
Me: Mama ndina 21, andina mntana, ndine degree and I am a business
administrator of a construction company but you still don’t want to give
me a break. I am sick and tired of being a perfect little girl. I have
outgrown that phase Mom but if you must know…andidyoli nama
khwenkwe ndidyola nendoda.
-I’m not dating a boy. I’m dating a man.
I said before walking into the house and then hiding in my bedroom. I locked
my door because I was afraid of coming out and facing my mother. She
came into the house and tried to open my bedroom door but it was locked.
Mom: Ncumo? Sihle’s father is going to hurt you.
I flushed. How the fuck did Mom know about my relationship with Luphelo?
Me: What does Sihle’s father have to do with anything Ma?
Mom: ucinga andiyazi ukuba udyola naye?
-you think I don’t know that you’re dating him?
Me: Wow Mama I can’t believe you think so low of me!
Mom: oh so uyavuma that it’s low?
-you agree?
Me: Mom I see what the problem is here. Sihle finding her father is putting
you under pressure because you know you had a responsibility to give me
a dad and you failed. Now you’re going around accusing me of dating my
best friend’s dad…wow.
Mom: yaz this little obsession that you have with knowing your father is
going to end terribly once you meet him. Mark my words. But as for
Luphelo Jama..He will have sex with you…maybe even make you
pregnant…and then leave you. And once he does mntanam, I will still love
you but you will not love yourself.
She said before walking away.
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I didn’t talk to my mother all weekend because of what she said to me. Our
cold war extended to Monday and instead of catching up in the morning
like we usually do, we just avoided one another. We both got ready for
work and went our separate ways without talking to each other. I called
Luphelo on my way to work.
Luphelo: good morning.
Me: what’s good about it?
Luphelo: you’re dating me that’s more than enough convincing.
Me: mxm…dating you is seriously giving me a headache. It’s like
everyone is fighting our relationship.
Luphelo: nguban ngoku?
-who is it now?
Me: ngu mama. Somehow she knows about us. It’s like her damn mommy
third eye could see this…and she said some hurtful things like you’re going
to fuck me, make me pregnant and then leave me.
-it’s mom.
Luphelo: I hope you don’t believe that.
Me: I don’t…but I’m just pissed. I don’t even know how I’m going to
approach her about finding my dad.
Luphelo: your mother loves you baby. She may be dramatic about it at
first but…you need to know your father since you’re going to get married
soon. I need to know who to send the cheques to.
I giggled.
Me: you aren’t sending a single cheque to that man Luphelo.
Luphelo: he deserves some credit for the daughter he made. Even if he
never raised her but my God Ncumolwam…you’re beautiful.
I smiled. My morning was slowly becoming better because of Luphelo.
Me: thank you baby. I don’t want to go home tonight…can I please come to
you?
Luphelo: sure. Stixo ndizasi thumela ngo Yolanda. I’m going to be at the
firm today.
-I will send the key through to Yolanda.
Me: okay. Wena uzobuya nini?
-what time will you come home?
Luphelo: maybe 6? I will update you.
Me: okay baby. What should I cook?
Luphelo: 7 colours.
Me: on a Monday?! But okay as you wish.
Luphelo: thank you. Talk later baby.
Me: okay bye.
I hung up.
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At work I had meetings back to back. From having to oversee quality
processes to having to attend meetings with quanitity surveyors, by the
time lunch came I was already exhausted so I relaxed in my new office
which I was moved into. I threw my feet up on my desk and then relaxed
before hearing a knock on the door.
Me: come in.
I said before dropping my feet and then wearing my shoes. It was
Yolanda and she gave me a closed mouthed smile as she walked in
which I didn’t return.
Yolanda: Molo Ncumo.
-hello.
Me: hey.
Yolanda: Luphelo told me to give you these keys.
She said before putting them on my desk.
Me: finally. I couldn’t unlock boardroom A5 without them.
Yolanda: so he gave you all of his keys just so you could open a
boardroom?
Me: what was he supposed to do? Pull them out one by one?
Yolanda: uyamazi mos u Zimfefe right?
-you do know Zimfefe?
Me: mamela Yolanda ndiyayazi ukuba lento iyaphi and quite frankly
ndidikiwe nini kule company with your stupid assumptions that something is
going on between Luphelo Jama and I. He is my boss and he’s being
linient with me because he knows I have the potential to take his company
to New heights and I’m young. So if all you people can see in me is a pretty
face and a vagina then you can go jump off a ledge but you will not
disrespect me like that again. Sivene?
-listen I know where this is going and I’m tired of all of you in this
company. Do I make myself clear?
Yolanda: yes.
Me: good. You may excuse me.
I said before taking the keys and then putting them in my drawer.
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I sent Luphelo a text letting him know about what Yolanda said and he
replied with “in a meeting”. I then finished up the rest of my work and
when it was time to go home, I sent my mother a text telling her that I was
not coming home and she replied with “mxm”. I laughed internally
because I know how cute my mother is when she sulks. I went to buy
groceries from Woolworths for the dinner only because I knew that’s
where Luphelo buys his groceries otherwise I’m a Shoprite/Boxer type of
lady all day. After buying the groceries, I went to buy Sihle’s Polo
handbag from Edgars and then I drove to Humewood.
I opened the door to his condo and then I
Put the groceries down.
Luyanda: Molo.
-hello.
Me: hey.
I was shocked to see this man here so I backed away and stayed close to
the door. He caught me off guard but when I squinted I could see that he
looks a bit like Luphelo.
Luyanda: sukoyika. Nguwe uMamu Pabbles. Besendi bonisile I
picture yakho. Ndiyavuya ukubona Ncumo.
-don’t be scared. You’re Mrs Pabbles. He has already showed me your
picture. I’m happy to see you.
I exhaled.
Me: oh…sorry are you his brother?
I asked before giving him a hug.
Luyanda: Yes…I’m Luyanda Jama. The first born. Luphelo is my baby
brother.
Me: well trust me when I say he isn’t a baby anymore.
Luyanda: I’m going to pretend you did not just make a reference to his dick
size.
I laughed.
Me: Noooo that was the last thing on my mind. I just mean he’s grown
now…and I’m sure you must be proud of him.
Luyanda: I am…we all are. Mamela ndizo hamba ngoku…ndicela ungam
xeleli u Luphelo bendi lapha.
-listen I’m going to leave now…please don’t tell Luphelo I was here.
Me: why?
Luyanda: we’re just in a really bad space right now. But we’ll be good.
Letting him know I was here will just ruin things.
Me: but then when did he tell you about me if you aren’t in a good space?
Luyanda: do you have siblings?
Me: no but what does that have to do with anything?
Luyanda: if you had a sibling you’d understand a major argument can
happen in a split second.
Please…sumxelela ebendi lapha.
-don’t tell him I was here.
I nodded so he gave me one last hug before walking out.
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Luphelo arrived before I was even finished cooking dinner. I was wearing
his plain blue t-shirt which fit me like a dress and he grabbed my ass.
Luphelo: akumnandi ugodukela emntwini.
-its so nice to come home to someone.
Me: you’re late though.
Luphelo: ndicela uxolo babe. Bendi bambeke emsebenzini. Ndi dikiwe ku
sebenza kwi company ezimbini mna Ncumo. Nzokwenza uThuleka I acting
CEO ye Jama Legal Services mna ndihoye I Jama Constructions.
-I’m sorry. I was held up at work. I’m tired of working in two companies. I’m
going to make Thuleka the acting CEO of Jama Legal Services and I’m
going to focus on Jama Constructions.
Me: if it was up to me I was going to ask you to stay at JLS because I’m
tired of being accused of dating you.
Luphelo: ayiyo accusation njena.
-it’s not an accusation though.
He said whilst laughing.
Me: sudika Luphelo. Go change and I will dish up.
Luphelo: ndiphuze kuqhala.
-kiss me first.
I reached for a kiss and then he went to the bedroom. It didn’t take long
for him to come back into the kitchen. He didn’t change his clothes.
Luphelo: baby ukhona umntu obelapha?
-is there someone that was here?
Me: uhm…no why?
Luphelo: Ncumolwethu.
He looked at me in the similar manner that he looked at Ovayo the other
day before he grabbed him and tipped him face down over the balcony.
Me: andiyazi Luphelo! Ukuba ebekhona umntu then ungene kuze
ebendise Greenacres mna andazi nto!
-I don’t know Luphelo! If there was someone then he came in when I was
still at Greenacres I don’t know anything!
Luphelo: uyayazi phofu ukuba there’s surveillance I could speak to security
and-
Me: Okay!! Okay Luphelo…your brother Luyanda was here but he
asked me not to tell you because you guys are not on speaking terms.
I’m sorry.
His face softened. Luphelo never yells, he is a Diamond Mabuza type of
character. He will let you know that he is angry using his eyes only.
Luphelo: ndim indoda yakho Ncumo. Stay loyal to me even if other men
spin you a sad story to make you keep their secret. Lomnqundu uthathe I
1k yam, hair brush ne toothbrush yam. How fucked up is that?
-I’m your man. That ass took my 1k, my hair brush and my toothbrush.
Me: Is he broke?
Luphelo: I don’t know. But a toothbrush and a hairbrush Ncumo?
Why would he leave everything else and only steal those items?
Me: andiyazi Tiyeka. But can we please not think about this…and just
focus on having a good evening. I am going to be in really huge trouble
with my mother when I get back. Let’s make this worth it.
Luphelo: yeah…ndiyabuya.
-I am
Coming back.
He said before he went back to the bedroom. I dished up our food
then took a picture for Instagram purposes.
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After eating, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and then I went to take a
shower. Luphelo was taking care of some business so I assumed I was
going to be done whilst he is still busy but no…he finished right on time so
that he could join me. My blood boiled when I saw him opening the shower
door and then entering the shower butt naked. My eyes were fixed onto his
manhood that was hanging low from his perfectly toned body. I could tell
that he takes care of his body by hitting the gym whenever he has the
chance.
He closed the door behind him and the mood was already set as soon as
we realised it was just the two of us in there. We didn’t even say a word to
each other, he just cornered me in the upper far left of the shower and then
kissed me. His hands were on my wet butt cheeks grabbing them and
pulling me closer to his penis which was becoming stronger. He pulled me
up unto his waist, my legs were wrapped around his waist and he used one
hand to finger my wet pussy. I softly moaned, Luphelo was turning me on
so I asked him to put me down and then I got down on my knees and gave
him a blow job whilst holding onto his butt. The situation was becoming
intense in that shower, Luphelo was horny so he flipped me over and made
me face the shower door. I instinctively put my hands on it while my ass
was perched up, ready for penetration. He delayed for a few seconds
before positioning himself to take my innocence. After a few more seconds
of hesitation, he pulled it away.
Luphelo: andikwazi Ncumo. Not kanje.
-I can’t. Not like this.
I exhaled before switching the water off.
Me: izapha mntuwam.
-come here my person.
I said before opening the shower door and then reaching out my hand to
him. He took it and then I led him out of the shower and into the bedroom.
He knew what I wanted and tonight I was going to get it.
Me: Luphelo I’m giving you my consent to sleep with me. I know how
important it is to you. I am a grown woman and I’m entitled to having my
own decisions. If you said you don’t want to sleep with me then I would have
understood but I know you do…you just don’t want me to hate you.
Luphelo: I lose interest in a woman after sleeping with her. I don’t know
why that happens…it’s beyond my control. That’s why I’ve been avoiding
sleeping with you. I don’t want that to happen to us.
I flushed. This information was scary and as much as I knew that I was
taking a risk that could potentially hurt me, I couldn’t stay in this
relationship any longer knowing that there is a chance he might not be
interested in me anymore because the fact of the matter is at some point
we were going to have sex.
Me: what a better time than now to know right?
Luphelo: are you sure about this?
Me: I have never been sure of anything in my whole life.
I said before he kissed me.
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After plenty of foreplay, my body was now ready for Luphelo’s manhood. I
have been told many times in high school to lose my virginity earlier
because the older I become, the tighter I would become and that would
mean that sex would be uncomfortable and painful for me. But I never
listened…and thank God Luphelo was considerate enough to use lube on
me. He positioned himself between my legs and then he kissed my
forehead.
Luphelo: u grand baby?
-are you okay?
I nodded.
Luphelo: useno jika inqondo Ncumo asinxamanga-
-you can still change your mind we aren’t in a hurry-
Me: Luphelo uthetha gqhithi. Khayenze.
-you talk too much. Just do it.
He exhaled before opening my legs and then putting his penis on my
opening…he then penetrated me slowly…My facial expressions were his
guide. Once it was completely in, he started thrusting whilst I childishly
closed my eyes with my hands. I couldn’t face him because I was trying to
process this perplexing feeling where I’m literally feeling pain but
somehow…in the midst of that pain there is pleasure. I soaked in the
feeling of his gentle but long strokes inside my pussy and the
Feeling made me feel like a woman until Luphelo removed my hands from
my face to force me to look at him. Fortunately for me, he then came so
after cuming he got off me and then he fetched a towel. I couldn’t believe
that Round 1 was already over, I suppose the rumours were right about it.
It really does end in a split second.
Luphelo: use right?
-are you still okay?
I nodded whilst trying to hold in my smile. I was being coy. He wiped my
pussy and then he lay on his back next to me. His penis was still erect.
Luphelo: Enkosi.
-thank you.
He said before kissing my cheek.
Me: can we do it again?
Luphelo: nzocitha kudala ngoku ukuba siynxamele. Then the round will be
long and boring.
Relax we have all the time in the world.
-I will cum in forever now if we rush it.
Me: oh.
I felt stupid because I didn’t understand how these things work. Luphelo
was breathing deeply next to me and just looking at him made me realise
I couldn’t have lost my virginity to anybody else other than him. He’s just
perfect.
Me: we didn’t use a condom. Do you have any morning after-
Luphelo: I had a vasectomy. Nothing is going to happen.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: when are you going to reverse it?
Luphelo: for you…nangomso.
-even tomorrow.
I laughed.
Me: I’m serious.
Luphelo: so am I.
I looked into his eyes and a smile was waiting for me. Luphelo was
becoming tame for me. He was dropping his guard and losing control of
himself when he’s around me. We continued talking about what just
happened and that seemed to arouse him because he started kissing me
again…in preparation of the second round.
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Luphelo: Ncumolwam. Vuka sthandwa sam.
-wake up my love.
He whispered gently but loud enough to wake me up. He was on his
knees by my bedside with a tray of breakfast.
Me: breakfast in bed? Enkosi Jama.
-thank you.
Luphelo: go brush your teeth. I have toothbrushes in the cupboard kwi en
suite.
Me: okay.
I got out of bed, pecked my man’s lips and then went to the en suite to
brush my teeth. I felt refreshed, energetic and most importantly, happy. I
felt like I could conquer the day ahead of me and that’s the power of a good
dick. It makes you feel feminine…yes anybody can have sex but nothing
compares to the feeling of knowing the one you love consented to having
sex with you.
I went back to the bedroom and my man was sitting cross legged on the
bed in his black sweatpants, eating while he was topless so I kissed
him. He still had food in his mouth and I disgustingly slid my tongue in
his mouth and he retreated before laughing.
Luphelo: grow up Ncumo. Yinton ngathi uzalwe ngo 2000?
-why does it seem like you were born in 2000?
I laughed.
Me: xolo ke. Thank you for the food. It looks amazing.
I said before taking my phone, about to take a picture and he grabbed it
from me.
Luphelo: ukutya kwakho kuzobanda ngenxa ka Instagram. Learn to live in
the moment and stop feeling the need to let people know about the great
moments in your life. Save them in your mind and in your heart…not on
your timeline.
-your food is going to become cold because of Instagram.
His words spoke volumes so I nodded before taking my fork and then
digging into my breakfast. It was two bagels each stuffed with bacon,
avocado, cheese, tomato and an egg placed at the top. He then poured
some Moet champagne so I downed my breakfast with it whilst having a
great morning conversation with my man. I was running late for work but I
didn’t care, I was in bed with the CEO of Jama Constructions so I was
immune to any consequences. After breakfast, we put our trays aside and
then Luphelo gave me his black card.
Me: what’s this for?
Luphelo: a thank you for last night.
Me: Luphelo…are you paying me for having sex with you?
Luphelo: no…I’m appreciating you for indlela oziphethe ngayo Ntikazi.
Undi thembile wandinika ubuntombi bakho ngoku mna ndizok nika
ubudoda bam. Money.
-the way you carry yourself. You trusted me and give me your
womanhood so now I’m going to give you my manhood.
I smiled broadly before taking his card and then throwing myself on his
body while screaming several thank you’s.
Me: so what must I do with it Luphelo? I’m literally blank.
Luphelo: do your hair…get your nails done…do some shopping…get a
new phone…buy your herbalife products andazi baby whatever your heart
desires.
Me: ndiyakthanda va?
-I love you.
Luphelo: I love you too.
I kissed him again before sliding his card in my underwear which he found
amusing.
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I took a shower with Luphelo, got dressed and then I went back home to
change into my work clothes. Mom was clearly taking a day off because
she was at Home cleaning. She does that when she’s stressed.
Me: good morning Dr Sifora.
Mom: andisengo Mama ngoku?
-am I not Mom anymore?
Me: moms don’t say the things you said to me.
Mom: and daughters aren’t suppose to be sleeping out of the house
whenever they please.
Me: Mom what must I do for you to acknowledge me as an adult? Tell me
and I’ll do it. Because this life that you’re making me live is unfair-
Mom: Unfair? Ncumo you never had a Problem with how I treat you until
Luphelo Jama came into the picture. Now you want to grow up and for
what?
Me: I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that there is nothing
going on between Mr Jama and I but if I must tell you…I want to grow up
for me Mama. I want to be happy for once. And I want to know my
father…so if you have any information I could use to find him then please
help me.
Mom: why doesn’t he come find you?
I couldn’t reply.
Mom: but if you must know…lamnqundu is on Facebook. Igama lakhe ngu
Graham Menze.
Me: Enkosi.
-thank you.
I said as I walked past
Her and into my bedroom. I changed into New clothes and then I went back
to the office.
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I attended a meeting where Luphelo was present in at 2 pm where we had
to discuss business.
Me: I have an idea…to combat competition amongst ourselves and to
ensure that Jama Constructions expands…I think we should buy existing
construction businesses around us so that we could be the only major
player in Port Elizabeth. Once we have conquered Port Elizabeth, we
could move on to own branches in other provinces and once we have
built a name for ourselves…we could start a Franchise.
Khuselo laughed.
Khuselo: what are we? McDonald’s?
The men laughed.
Me: Khuselo what did you graduate in?
Khuselo: I have a diploma in management therefore I majored in Business
Management.
Me: you majored in Business Management I chose it as an elective to fill up
my credits.
Luphelo: thixo.
-God.
Lwando: Miss Sifora that’s enough now.
Luphelo: you were all laughing at Khuselo’s McDonald’s joke right?
Now we all know who Ronald the clown is. Thetha Ncumolwethu.
-speak.
Me: Thank you Mr Jama. Looking at the financial state of the company,
we could afford to buy at least two other construction companies. I am
looking to change our quality processes to ensure that Jama
Constructions not only offers a service but construction products as well
so we could not only just be an operating unit but a business entity too.
So we could sell our own scaffolds, materials for formwork etc…you all
understand what I’m saying right?
They all nodded in agreement.
Me: now once we do that, it will make it easier for us to become a franchise
so other people can buy into our business because a franchise has various
advantages for example there is a higher chance of success for the buyer
and that’s a fact , they will benefit from our national marketing campaigns
and from collective buying power etc. So no Khuselo we won’t be a
McDonald’s because McDonald’s is a business format type of franchise
and we are looking to become a Product franchise.
My proposal earned a round of applause from the table and I could see
how proud Luphelo was of me from the look in his eyes.
Luphelo: well done Miss Sifora. Please type that for me and then leave it in
my bedr…my boardroom. Guys it’s not easy alternating between two
companies it makes you think about your bedroom all day. Take it to my
boardroom A5 and keep it there once you’re done.
Me: yes sir I will be on it.
Luphelo: right…meeting adjourned.
He said before getting up and then leaving.
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About 24 minutes after the meeting, Luphelo told me to come see him
in his office. I hurried there and his face lit up when he saw me but he
quickly calmed his own self down.
Me: yes?
Luphelo: Ncumo kutheni ungandi xelelanga uzoyenza lanto kwi
boardroom? Sendi bhuda nge bedroom ngoku kungenxa yakho.
-why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that in the
boardroom? For me to end up mistakenly saying bedroom is
because of you..
Me: why? Ubatyiwe?
-are you horny?
I asked while biting my lip.
Luphelo: izapha.
-come here.
Me: let me lock-
Luphelo: sutixa it’s going to be quick. If they see it’s locked they are going
to be suspicious.
I rushed over to him and he met me halfway by picking me up and then
pinning me against the wall. He supported me with one arm whilst
undressing himself below the waist with the other arm. When his pants
were down, he slid my panty to the side and then he entered me. He
fucked me against the wall, his raw thrusts sent my blood boiling and
body into a frenzy. I was moaning with my face hidden between his neck
and shoulders and I could hear his gentle moans as well. He reached his
climax and then he pulled out to cum in the bin. When he was done
cuming we looked at each other.
Me: awo nelanga ne baby?
-you haven’t had enough right baby?
Luphelo: ha.a … tixa umnyango.
-no…lock the door.
Me: kodwa ubuthe abantu-
-but you said the people-
Luphelo: I’m the boss here I don’t owe nobody anything.
That was touche so I went to lock the door before returning back to my
man’s arms who fucked
Me on the couch in the corner of his office. I couldn’t believe this was
me…being penetrated from behind while being on all fours in my bosses
office…by my boss who also happens to be my best friend’s father.
Luphelo fucked me thoroughly…his gave me good dick doggy style and
my body lost its ability to support itself when his head hit my g-spot.
Me: Jama! Oh bawo…fuck .. Jama. .suyeka.
-don’t stop.
I begged as he delivered short but effective strokes into my pussy. I felt a
discharge escaping my pussy. I was cuming and he came just by seeing
me cuming. He then wiped me with his hankerchief when he was done
and we just both lay on the couch, trying to let the feeling subside.
Luphelo: hambo sebenza baby.
-go back to work.
Me: andikwazi.
-I can’t.
He laughed at me.
Luphelo: Ncumo ndiyakcela.
-please.
He begged and I listened. I pulled myself up and then I fixed myself in
front of his mirror. Once I was sure I looked neat, I kissed him good bye
and then walked out.
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After work, I went to give Sihle her Polo handbag which she was super
grateful for. I then also told her that I lost my virginity and she was a bit
disappointed that I lost it to “Ovayo” but she was happy for me anyway
because she could see that I was happy. It was truly strange to know that
my virginity was broken by the penis that made my best friend.
After delivering the handbag, I went to the mall to use Luphelo’s card. I
bought hair from Hair City salon at Greenacres, did my nails and then I
went shopping. I bought some clothes and a lot of lingerie to surprise
Luphelo with when we are together again. I decided to go to Spur so I
ordered and then waited at my table alone. I took a selfie which I sent to
Luphelo via MMS and
he replied with “ayisentle I ntikazi”. I blushed before texting him back
with “awuka boni nto wena. Ndithenge ne lingerie so I can strip tease
you”.
-you haven’t seen anything yet. I even bought lingerie.
He replied “ndihleli no mama ngoku ndicela sibenale ncoko xandi
sendlini ngoba ndizothi kutheni ku mama xayendi balisela ngo
mphanga mna ndi batywe?”
-I’m with mom now so can we please have this conversation when I get
home because how am I going to explain the fact that mom just told me
about a tragedy and now I’m horny?
I laughed.
“lol okay talk later”.
He sent a thumbs up then I decided to log into Facebook to look up
Graham Menze. I found him then I went through his pictures. He has two
pictures posted like 20 times. I was anxious as I sent him a DM:
Molo Graham. My name is Ncumolwethu Sifora, Pat Sifora’s daughter. If you
remember her and perhaps have an idea who am I. Please get back at me
there is an important issue that we need to discuss.
I sent the message and then exhaled. My food came so I ate alone and
then went home.
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I bought Mom’s favourite food and cake with Luphelo’s money and then I
went home. Mom was lying on the couch so I gave her the food.
Mom: ufuna undi tyisa ityefu ngoku?
-you want to feed me poison now?
I laughed. It was a joke.
Me: no Mama I want to apologise for disrespecting you. Growing up
doesn’t mean I have the right to talk to you like that. I love you and I’m
sorry.
Mom: Thank you my child. I’m also sorry for treating you like a child. Truth
is Ncumo I spent all this time trying to study how to close the part of you
that needs a father. But no amount of research can truly control a human
being.
Me: its okay Mama. You did your best as a mother and I’m proud of you.
Mom: Enkosi mntanam.
She hugged and then kissed me.
Mom: ndiyazi thanda inwele zakho. Zenzwe ngu Luphelo?
-I love your hair. Did Luphelo do them?
Me: Mama-
Mom: Ncumo you don’t have to lie. I won’t judge you. You accepted
that I’m a lesbian…I’ll accept that you want to be with him…umhle keh
shame u bhutiza yhu unola ncumo.
-the brother is good looking…He has that smile.
I smiled. This felt good coming from my mother.
Me: Thank you mom.
She nodded.
Mom: just be careful mntanam. There is a lot at stake…Sihle, your
heart, your job and your virginity. Just make sure that your keep them
All for as long as you can. I also want a meeting with him so I can tell him
what I expect from him. You’re too young for sex mntanam. Imagine you
being those girls who have sex in the office since you work together ha.a
mntanam I raised you better than that. That’s why I wash my hands after
touching office desks you never know whose butt was there.
She went on while I laughed. Mom is so dramatic. She thought I was
laughing at the fact that she washes her hands after touching office
desks…not knowing that I’m one of those girls who have office sex.
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I kept on checking my Facebook DM’s for my fathers reply but he
hadn’t responded yet so I cuddled with my mother while we watched a
movie.
Me: mommy?
Mom: yes?
Me: please don’t be mad but…I would like to know what happened
between you and my dad?
She exhaled, took her final piece of carrot cake and then closed the plastic
lid.
Mom: when he heard I’m expecting our families immediately forced us to
get married. He went along with everything…on the day of the wedding he
never showed up. I haven’t seen his face since then.
Me: that’s fucked up mommy. I’m so sorry. How did you get over that?
Mom: it took a long time mntanam but I guess it was a blessing
because I would have been trapped in a loveless marriage when I
knew deep down that I want to be with women.
I hugged mommy tighter.
Me: So…when must I tell Luphelo to come?
Mom: the weekend. Saturday?
Me: okay…I think that might be okay. He’s a busy man so I need to check
with him first.
Mom: Mxm wethu. Busy man se foot.
I laughed. She is so bitter.
Mom: Ncumo have you thought about what is going to happen when Sihle
finds out?
Me: Mom please…I didn’t plan to fall in love with him. Sihle needs to
understand that love just happens…you find it in places you never
thought you would. And Ma I really love this man…Luphelo is different
around me. He’s relaxed…happy…funny and he’s even romantic. I love
the way he treats me.
Mom: ubona lamzimba ka Herbalife kalok.
-he sees that Herbalife body.
I laughed.
Me: ha.a Mama ndi dikiwe yi negativity yakho.
-no mom I’m tired of your negativity.
She laughed.
Mom: xolo keh bhabha. Zithandele indodakho wena.
-I’m sorry baby. Love your man.
Me: Mxm.
I said whilst sulking behind my moms back.
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It was time for Luphelo and I to go to Durban for our Baecation that we
disguised as a business trip to Sihle. She asked to come along but Luphelo
made it very clear that we were not there to have fun but to work.
He drove us to the airport in his Porshe Cayenne and then paid to have it
kept in the parking lot of the airport.
Me: baby do you have our plane tickets with you?
Luphelo: yeah.
I caressed his chin and then pecked his lips. He was looking so cute, he
was wearing a red Adidas tracksuit with white Nike Air Forces and he
had headphones around his neck. We entered the airport and Luphelo
went to put his bags in the conveyor belt that I didn’t have to worry
about because he told me I was going to buy clothes in Durban.
We finally got into the airplane. I had no idea that it was first class until I got
in and lost my mind.
Me: Luphelo this is first class!!
I screamed and earned disapproving looks from the white people on board.
Luphelo: Ncumo uyakwazi umhlaza umntu shame. Yeka ingalo yam
andifuni ubonwa Nawe.
-you can embarrass a person. Leave my arm I don’t want to be seen with
you.
We both laughed.
Me: xolo Jama I’m just surprised. Thank you for this.
Luphelo: anything for my girlfriend.
He said before we found a comfortable seat. He allowed me to sit first
before he sat down. He was so relaxed, his entire body was turnt to face
me. It was as if I was his favourite view and sometimes I would just catch
him staring and he would refuse to tell me what he is thinking.
Me: baby how much was this flight?
Luphelo: it was worth your smile.
Me: you aren’t gonna tell me are you?
He shook his head.
Luphelo: besides the company is paying for our trip.
I laughed.
Me: Luphelo uyinxaki shame.
-you’re a problem.
Luphelo: and you’re the only one in the world that can solve me.
Me: stahp.
I said before using my hand to push him away but instead he kissed it.
Luphelo was adorably getting on my nerves. I wanted him to be Luphelo!
The man he was when I met him. Confident, arrogant and sarcastic but
now he different. He was all about me in a way that I never thought he
could be.
Luphelo: awulambanga?
-aren’t you hungry?
Me: Yes…ndifuna I prawns.
Luphelo: ezakwa Boxer?
-from Boxer?
He mocked my favourite supermarket and I laughed.
Me: Luphelo sudika. Yayazi akukho
Prawns kwa Boxer.
-you know there aren’t any prawns at Boxer.
Luphelo: I need to invest in Boxer so they can sell prawns for umntu wam.
Me: ndiyakwazi uphambene ke wena ungayenza nyan lonto.
-I know you are crazy you would really do that.
He looked at me and then laughed.
Luphelo: mandiyo khangela ezi prawns zakho before uqhale ifight nam
kuba ulambile.
-let me go look for these prawns of yours before you start a fight with
me because you’re hungry.
Me: Enkosi vha.
-thank you.
I said before he got up.
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We arrived at Durban, Kwa Zulu Natal is really a beautiful place. Luphelo
hired a car for us so we fetched it and then he drove to our accomodation.
We booked at the Beverly Hills Hotel and then went up to our suite. The
suite was beautiful…I couldn’t believe that all of this was for me so I lost
my mind as I walked into every room in our suite while Luphelo followed
behind me admiring how happy I was instead of admiring the hotel suite.
Me: baby this is so beautiful. Can we go to the pool?
Luphelo: uzobane fever Ncumo. It’s dark…I just want to take a shower and
cuddle with you right now.
-you’ll catch a fever.
Me: are you okay baby? I expected you to be the one who would want
to use the pool at this time of the night instead of me.
Luphelo: Ndi dikiwe kufihla I relationship yethu. Just the thought of
Sihle finding out…I can’t even fathom how I’m going to deal with losing
her. But at the same time…I love you.
-I’m tired of hiding our relationship.
I exhaled.
Me: baby let’s not depress ourselves with that right now. We’re in
Durban…away from everything. Let’s make the best of it.
He smiled before taking my hand and then leading me to the balcony
where he just yelled.
Luphelo: Yey jongani…ndiyadyoooooooola. Mna Luphelo Jama ndiya
dyolaaaaaaaaaa. Ndi dyola no Ncumolwethu Siforaaaaaaa anizombona
kakuhle ngoba umfutshane but yeyyyyyyy ndiyadyolaaaaaa.
- Hey all of you look here … I am dating! I Luphelo Jama am dating! I
am dating Ncumolwethu Sifora! You won’t see her clearly because
she’s short but hey I’m dating!
I laughed so much at the stunt he pulled. Luphelo is so random, so funny
and just full of life that dating him is basically wondering what dumb thing
he’s doing to do or say next. After he was done getting things off his chest,
we finally went inside and then we took a good old fashioned bath
together. I sat in between his legs and my back was against his chest.
Me: what can we do here in Durban?
Luphelo: ndizok bonisa before this weekend is over.
-I’ll show you.
Me: Can I post on Instagram just a couple of things? Please?
Luphelo: will it make you happy?
I nodded.
Luphelo: then yeah.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: Luphelo what did my vagina do to you?
Luphelo: what do you mean?
Me: you’re whipped. You’re like different from the man you once were and
it’s weird.
Luphelo: haike if being whipped means no more going to a club to check
out which woman to ruin next, no more having to lie, make excuses or shit
like that then I’m okay with that. It’s just me and my one woman…I’m
happy.
He said before wrapping his arms around me and then kissing my
cheek. His hug pulled my entire body closer to his dick and there is
nothing closer than that. Not even sex.
Me: ndiyakthanda Luphelo.
-I love you.
Luphelo: uthandwa ndim Ncumolwam.
-you’re loved by me.
He kissed the side of my temple then we enjoyed the warm bubble bath.
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Luphelo woke me up the next morning when he was talking on the phone
to Sihle. I could clearly hear their conversation through the phone so I got
up, kissed his cheek and then I brushed my teeth. I was a bit hungry so I
ate his leftovers and then sat next to him and waited for him to finish his
call. Once he was done, he kissed me.
Me: Good morning.
Luphelo: hey. Kutheni unuka I BBQ sauce nje?
-why do you smell like BBQ sauce?
Me: because I ate your ribs.
Luphelo: zonke Ncumo?
-all of them?
I nodded and he shook his head.
Luphelo: women are bullies. But it’s fine because I want us to go out for
breakfast.
Me: aren’t we going to order room service?
Luphelo:
No…I want you to experience Durban.
Me: I couldn’t say no to that. I’ll run our bathwater.
Luphelo: Okay.
I went to the ensuite whilst he did the bed.
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I wore the only outfit I brought with to this trip for our breakfast. He took me
to St Clements and I fell in love with their menu right away. After breakfast,
Luphelo took me to the mall so that I could do the shopping that he
promised me. Shopping with him was fun…because he is a man who
naturally has style he was able to give me advice on what to wear and he
could even make references to clothes that I left behind in Port Elizabeth. It
was sad to know that I wouldn’t get to do this often since him and I can’t be
seen together.
After I went shopping, Luphelo excused me so that I could be able to go to
the gym alone since he had to take care of business for a few hours. I gave
him 5 hours maximum per day to focus on his companies whilst we are on
this Baecation and he promised he would not exceed.
I worked out in a local gym that was free and Sihle called me right when
I was about to begin my calf training set.
Me: hello?
Sihle: hey mntase unjani?
-how are you?
Me: I’m good thanks and you?
Sihle: mntase to be honest andikho right.
-I’m not okay.
I was concerned.
Me: why?
Sihle: ngu Tatam…ingathi akasena xesha lam ngoku.
-its my father. It’s like he has no time for me anymore.
Me: why do you say that?
Sihle: kalok Ncumie he doesn’t make time for me
anymore…literally…noko ekuqhaleni I could text and ask to come to
Bluewater Bay and he would be down…now he’s never there. I don’t
know where he spends some of his nights…its his new fucking girlfriend.
I miss Zim. He never spent so much time with her.
Me: but Sihle your father is young. Don’t you think him spending time
with his new girlfriend makes him happy –
Sihle: happy? What about me Ncumo? I am his child…He is the one who
decided to fuck around at the age of 12 so he needs to be a man about it
and take responsibility for his actions.
I was fuming underneath my breath because Sihle was busy getting upset
over something she knows nothing about. Luphelo didn’t fuck around at
the age of 12 he was abused…and I wished I could let her ungrateful ass
know the truth but it was not my place.
Me: just…be considerate of other people okay? He’s trying…unlike my
dad who still hasn’t replied to my DM.
Sihle: oh…I’m sorry friend maybe akena data.
-he has no data.
Me: maybe…look friend I need to leave okay? And take it easy on
your dad…he’s a hard working man.
Sihle: yeah I suppose. Thanks chomi..
Me: anytime. Bye.
Sihle: bye.
My fake smiled dropped along with that call.
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Luphelo was still busy working so instead of annoying him whilst he is
working I decided to visit my cousin who is doing her final year at DUT. We
caught up until it was late and Luphelo called to tell me I could come to the
suite.
I opened the door and then put my purse down.
Me: Jama?
Luphelo: MaJama?
He came out of the bedroom with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I smiled
immediately when I saw them.
Me: you? And flowers?
Luphelo: awuzithandi?
-don’t you like them?
Me: I do baby but I just don’t know you like that.
Luphelo: bendisi bonile I status sakho when you were hinting you want
flowers.
-I saw your status.
I took the flowers and then kissed my man as a thank you.
Me: thank you baby.
Luphelo: my pleasure. I know it’s not much but for me to still be with you is
a big deal so…happy 1 month.
I laughed. He was so serious over a month…30/31 days was worth
celebrating to Luphelo Jama.
Me: happy 1 month sthandwa sam. I didn’t buy you anything kodwa.
Luphelo: bendiy qhonda.
-I knew that.
He said before leading me to the balcony where he had this beautiful table
set up with a beautiful décor. There were scented candles placed on the
balcony to light up the evening and I couldn’t believe that this candle lit
dinner that belonged somewhere in a movie scene was all for me.
Me: Luphelo…
I was just speechless, my emotions were getting the better of me so I
turned around and
Buried myself in his arms. I was crying a bit but I didn’t want him to see
me crying. He hates that.
Luphelo: this is now your reality Ncumo. Soak it in baby. Get used to it. I’m
still going to be with you.
He kissed the side of my face and then hugged me tighter.
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He pulled back the chair for me so that I could sit then he pushed it back
in. He then took his own seat and before he opened the metallic lid
covering our food I asked him to pray.
Luphelo: baby uyayazi andi dibani nomthandazo njena.
-you know I don’t get along with prayer.
Me: ndiyaku cela mntuwam. In order for our relationship to survive we
need to make Jesus the third person.
-I’m begging you.
Luphelo: why funeka I third person ibengu mjita? Faka u Delilah pha for u
balance’isa.
-why must the third person be a male? Put Delilah in there for balance.
Me: Jama do you even read the bible? Do you know what Delilah did?
Luphelo: she made Samson weak.
Me: and you want a woman to make you weak?
Luphelo: correction…I have a woman who made me weak but her
intentions are good. Ncumo you made power unnecessary for me. Having
the world in your hands means nothing if you don’t actually understand
why we exist in this world. You defined existence for me…made me
decipher between living and being alive. You make me excited about the
little things…buying expensive things doesn’t excite me as much as
buying chocolates on the way home for you. You make me want to treat
you right…not just because I have to but because I want to. I crave your
presence so much that I have a bottle of your perfume in my office at
home so that when I work late I can feel like you’re there. Your scent
keeps me motivated and focused on building a better life for us…your
scent keeps me up at night thinking about babies and…first birthdays and
pre school graduation pictures. I am reversing my vasectomy for you
Ncumolwethu. Whenever you want a baby let me know and I’ll fund you.
Me: NSFAS we sperm.
He laughed.
Luphelo: ugcwele.
-you’re well informed.
Me: Luphelo please don’t change okay? I need you to love me forever.
Luphelo: andizo tshintsha mntuwam. Ndithembe.
-I won’t change. Trust me.
He promised. We started eating our Dinner. It was so delicious so I asked
Luphelo to save his food for me to eat in the morning. He agreed and that
was unfair of me to ask but he agreed so it wasn’t a problem.
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After dinner, he put out the candles and took the plates to the kitchen
alone. I used the time that he was gone to prepare for his gift, me…so I
went to the bathroom, wore my make up, curled my wig and then wore my
lingerie that he hasn’t seen before.
He came back into the suite then he shut the door.
Luphelo: heh babe nanko omnye u sisi efuna indoda yakho pha e kitchen.
-hey babe another lady wants your man down at the kitchen.
Me: wenze ntoni dahn?
-what did she do?
I asked from the en suite.
Luphelo: uphi ndizok balisela ndifuna ukjonga emlonyeni.
-where are you so I can tell you? I want to look you in the mouth.
There is nothing that Luphelo likes to tell me more than about women who
find him attractive.
Sometimes he doesn’t even notice when they do and I have to point it out
to him.
Me: in the en suite.
He came to the en suite and his eyes almost popped when he saw me
looking like a Sandton prostitute.
Luphelo: wow.
His mouth said without his command. He had to pick his jaw up from the
ground as he checked me out from head to toe.
Me: uthi la sisi ebesi thini nge ndoda yam?
-what do you say that lady said about my man?
I asked in my best seductive voice while Beyonce’s Dance for you
walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he
grabbed my butt cheeks.
Luphelo: ndilibele baby.
-I forgot baby.
He lied as he swallowed hard. He just wasn’t interested in telling the story
anymore.
Me: Okay.
I said before slow kissing his lips and then moving down to his neck
which is Luphelo’s most sensitive body part. I took off his leather jacket
and then walked to the bedroom with it and he followed me. Everything I
was doing was calculated, I purposely walked such that my butt cheeks
would bounce and his deep breaths told me that he noticed.
I threw his leather jacket on the kist in the corner then I turned to face
him so that we could make out. I guess the wine we had for Dinner
came into effect
Because suddenly I felt brave. I was taking initiative, making Luphelo do
things I wanted him to do and that control surprised him.
Luphelo: u tipsy ne Ncumolwethu?
-you’re tipsy right?
Me: noba ndi tipsy andiphazamanga Luphelo.
-even if I’m tipsy I’m not mistaken.
His eyes smiled. His eyes, the window to his soul was smiling. He was
happy.
He took my lingerie off and I pulled his pants off whilst he was sitting at the
edge of the bed. When they were completely off, I sat on his penis and
then I rode him. He moaned as I controlled the pace, my pussy was too
warm for him to handle and I loved to see the ecstasy on his face.
Luphelo: God this pussy..
He said as he came inside and then leaned backwards whilst supporting
himself with his elbows on the bed. I climbed off his dick and when I tried to
go reverse cowgirl on his dick he stopped me and then put me on the bed
next to him.
Luphelo: give me a minute to breathe Ncumo yho ha.a you’re a fucking
energiser bunny.
I laughed at my man who lay next to me. This alcohol was making me
experimental…so when he was ready I tried the reverse cowgirl position on
him. I fucked Luphelo to the point where he flipped me over and made it
doggy style.
Luphelo: ndim indoda apha Ncumolwethu sundqhela. Cimba ndizok
bukela undi khalisa okwe cherrie apha?
-I’m the man here, don’t mess with me. You think I’m going to watch you
making me scream like a girl?
He asked as he pulled my legs down so that my feet could touch the floor
and then he fucked me from behind until my belly button hurt. He came
inside me so he wiped me and then we both lay on our backs, gasping for
some air.
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•• Luphelo’s perspective ••
I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water and I took my
phone with me. I took a picture of Ncumolwethu as she slept with her lips
slightly pouted. I then noticed that Sihle has been calling me. 7 missed
calls…at past 11 pm. I called her back immediately because I was
worried that something might have happened to her. She answered on
my second ring.
Sihle: hello Tata?
Me: Sihle ndisando fumana I missed calls zakho. Yonkinto ihamba
kakuhle?
-I just got your missed calls. Is everything going well?
Sihle: yes .. its just that I was calling you on behalf of Granny and Grandpa.
I exhaled.
Me:
bathini?
-what are they saying?
Sihle: well they were saying you never paid damages for making Mom
pregnant and stuff…so you kind of owe them and that the ancestors are
angry because she died while giving birth to me.
My blood was boiling but I had to keep a cool head.
Me: I…must pay damages…to her family?
Sihle: Ewe Tata it only makes sense right? Traditionally that’s what should
happen.
Tradition? Her fucking mother raped me when I was 12 and now these
motherfuckers want to talk about tradition?
Luphelo: Sihle…ndicela ulala? Ndi diniwe…ndicela ulala.
-can I please sleep? I’m tired…can I please sleep.
Sihle: kodwa Tata-
-but dad-
I hung up on her and then stood in place, trying to hold in my anger so I
wouldn’t alarm Ncumo but I just lost it. I threw my cellphone against the
wall and then banged the counter.
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•• Ncumolwethu’s perspective ••
I was woken up by a sharp sound colliding with the wall and a huge
bang on the kitchen counter.
Me: Luphelo?!
I got up and ran to the kitchen where I found him crying softly in the middle.
Me: baby utheni?
-what happened?
He was so hurt that he couldn’t speak. He just looked at me with tears
coming out of his eyes. I couldn’t bare to see him like this…He looked
hopeless. Even seeing me didn’t make him happy like it usually does.
Tears started falling from my own eyes and that’s when he could finally
speak. He spoke to comfort me.
Luphelo: kuzoba right Ncumo. Ndicela ungakhali.
-it’s going to be alright. Please don’t cry.
I wiped my tears.
Me: what happened Luphelo? Talk to me sthandwa sam.
He inhaled.
Luphelo: I just got a call from uSihle…uthi ukuba her grandparents want
me to pay damages for making her mother pregnant.
That hurt me to the depths of my soul. I didn’t understand how they could
expect
Damages from Luphelo when the only person that is damaged is him.
Me: Jama ndicela uxolo sthandwa sam kodwa funeka umxelele u Sihle
kwenzeke ntoni.
-I’m sorry but you need to tell Sihle what happened.
He shook his head.
Luphelo: I’m a father I need to protect her. But fuck it hurts Ncumo…it hurts
to be alive. I never asked to be a father. It happened without my consent
and now I have a grown ass child who thinks I owe her the world and all I
have to do is give all the damn time while all that people ever do is take
from me. I’m tired Ncumo ndi ngumntu nam.
-I’m human too.
Luphelo cried so much that he ended up sitting down on the kitchen floor
with his legs crossed and head faced down. He was on a different kind of
sad, he was melancholy and I didn’t know what to do to make him feel
better but I sat down next to him and then put his head on my chest.
Luphelo: I’m sorry you have to listen to yonke le shit yenzeka ebomini
bam Ncumo. Ndizozama ukuzi lungisa izinto kuze zingazoku khathaza-
-all this shit that’s happening in my life. I’m going to try to fix things so that
they won’t worry-
Me: Ngcolosi mamela…when you surprised me with the dinner you told me
that this is my reality now. You said I must get used to it and that you’re still
going to be with me. I’m not those women that are going to take you for the
good and not accept the bad and the ugly. I want all there is to you…every
inch…every mile…if it’s you then I want it. If not they can keep it. Because I
love you. And I’m here I’ll never get tired of listening to your problems.
He sniffed.
Luphelo: I have a very strong feeling that we’re going to get married one
day.
Me: I don’t want to get married and replace my beautiful surname with
Jama.
Luphelo: baby Jama is short and sweet. Khacinge xasebeku biza Mamu
Jama.
-imagine when they call you Mamu Jama.
I was internally in love with the sound of it but I couldn’t let him know
that. Luphelo hates desperation.
Me: its nice.
I said in monotone.
Luphelo: masambe siyolala. I feel better now.
-let’s go sleep.
Me: Okay masambe.
-lets go.
I said as he got up first then helped me up and carried me to the bedroom.
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Luphelo woke me up in the morning by throwing his body on top of me. He
was excited.
Luphelo: Ncumo vuka your Dad replied!!
-wake up.
I got up immediately.
Me: suxoka! Uthini?!
-don’t lie. What did he say?
I said whilst removing my hair from my face.
Luphelo: uthi “hello ntombi. Umamakho ndiyamazi kwaye nangona ndine
ntloni zoyithetha lento kodwa ndiyayazi ukuba ufuna sixoxe ntoni. Ndihlala
eBhayi eSeyisi ukuba ulapha ndinga vuya ukubona”.
-he says “hello lady. I know your mother and I’m ashamed to say this but I
know what you want us to discuss. I live in Port Elizabeth at Seyisi. If you
are here I would love to see you”.
He showed me the message and I screamed out of excitement. Luphelo
was so happy for me so we just had a mini crazy celebration dance going
on. Luphelo can actually dance. His Thuso Phala dance is actually quite
good and I didn’t know that he is actually quite flexible. I should have been
able to tell by the way he uses his waist during sex that he is a dancer.
Me: baby ndiphendule ndithini?
-what should I say back?
Luphelo: “ndizoza no mkhwenyana wakho”.
-I’m going to come with your son in law.
Me: hay hay hay .. I don’t know my father like that so I don’t want him to
see you and think we have money. He needs to love me for me…and if he
passes phase one then I will expose him to you.
Luphelo: touche. Let’s order food and champagne to celebrate the good
news baby.
Me: that’s an amazing idea but first…let’s have shower sex.
Luphelo: Majama mahni.
He said with so much passion that it amused me. I went to the en suite,
brushed my teeth and then got us ready for the shower.
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After we ate breakfast, Luphelo wanted us to get the full Durban
experience so we drove out of the hotel and I called mom on the way.
Mom: oh ukhumbulile ukuba uzelwe.
-so you remembered that you were birthed.
Me: heh Mama please don’t ruin my good mood.
Mom: yinton?
Luphelo ufumene enye I tender?
-got another tender?
Luphelo: saybaweli.
-I am longing for it.
Mom: hey wena Luphelo umntanam useyi virgin apho?
-hey you is my child still a virgin there?
Luphelo: yi ntombi nto. Siya fingerishana qha.
-she’s a complete virgin. We only finger each other.
My mother laughed hysterically. She knew he was mocking the fact that
she is a lesbian.
Mom: sudelela Luphelo or ziyanyuka inkomo.
-don’t disrespect me or the cows will increase.
Luphelo: andina nxaki ndingaku thengela I farm yonke for uNcumolwam.
-I don’t have a problem I could buy for you the whole farm for Ncumo.
I smiled.
Mom:
mxm.

Luphelo laughed and he hijacked my entire call with my mother because

now the conversation was between them.
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We spent our entire day sight seeing Durban. We did everything…went
bungee jumping off the top of Moses Mabhida stadium, went to gamble at
Suncoast casino, took pictures in the Japanese Gardens and the Botanic
Gardens.
It was getting dark so Luphelo suggested that we go home but the only
problem is he didn’t take me home, he took me to a studio where we met
an old friend of his.
Luphelo: Frank njayam u grand?
-are you good?
Frank: ndi grand njayam ndiyak bona nawe u grand ndikbona apha
engalweni.
-I’m good I can see you’re good too I can see from your arm.
He said, making a reference to me.
Luphelo: yi Ntikazi lena eyokqhala neyokgqhibela. iNtombi yakwa Sifora
kodwa usezobangu Majama ukuba nje unovuma. Igama ngu
Ncumolwethu xayendi dika abengu Ncumolwam xaye ndenza happy.
-this is my woman the first and the last. Miss Sifora but she will be Mrs
Jama is she would just say yes. The name is Ncumolwethu when she’s
annoying me but she’s Ncumolwam when she makes me happy.
Luphelo has these long ass introductions for me that are funny and
adorable at the same time.
Me: molo bhuti. Andimazi lona enyinto ebeke wenza I bungee jumping
so inoba imhlukuhle inqondo.
-I don’t know about this one, another thing is he went bunjee jumping
so maybe it shook his head.
I reached out my hand to him and he shook it respectfully whilst laughing.
Frank: nguwe lona Luphelo fondin? Majama umenze nton u Luphelo The
Finisher?
-is this you? Majama what did you do to Luphelo?
Me: andikayazi nangoku okwam.
-I don’t know until this day either.
I said while giggling. We held idle talk before Luphelo told me that we were
here to take a photo shoot. I have mentioned to him before that I wanted us
to take a photo shoot as a couple…but I didn’t expect him to really go ahead
with it. That’s just the beauty of Luphelo Jama.
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After having our photo shoot, Luphelo and I went home. We were tired so
we took a shower, ate and then went to sleep.
I decided to make breakfast the next morning for us so I wore his hoodie
with my ripped jeans and Nike Air forces. I took the keys of the rental and
then drove to the nearest store to buy some groceries. I was then
approached by Aunt Nolwazi who is Sihle’s aunt as I bent down to get
some bacon.
Me: hi Makazi unjani?
-how are you?
I asked excitedly as I gave her a hug.
Nolwazi: Ndi right Ncumo wena?
-I’m alright you?
Me: I’m okay. I didn’t know you are here in Durban.
Nolwazi: Ewe wethu ndizele ukuzo bukela I show ne chomi zam.
-yes I came to watch a show with my friends.
Me: akumnandi.
-it is bliss.
Nolwazi: avah. Ndiyakbona nawe unxibe impahla ka Luphelo.
-right. I can see that you’re wearing Luphelo’s clothing.
I looked down at his hoodie and sweat covered my forehead already.
Me: Ewe wethu. I didn’t pack enough casual clothes for this business trip.
It was all formal wear now a girl is cold.
She nodded.
Nolwazi: I see…beku mnandi ukbona.
-it was good seeing you.
Me: likewise.
I lied. She smiled before walking away.
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After getting the groceries, I drove back to the hotel and got started
with breakfast. Luphelo came into the kitchen in his boxers and then
wrapped his arms around me.
Luphelo: Molo.
-hello.
Me: hey. I’m stressed.
Luphelo: ngoba?
-why?
Me: I ran into Nolwazi at the store when I was getting my groceries
and she noticed I was wearing your hoodie.
Luphelo: kanene bendi nxibe yona when we had our first meeting.
-oh yeah I was wearing it.
Me: I’m sorry if I put your relationship with your daughter in jeopardy. I feel
so bad Tiyeka.
Luphelo: relax Ncumo. If she finds out I’ll protect you.
Me: promise?
Luphelo: I promise.
He kissed my temple and then left me in the kitchen to watch TV. After I
was finished with breakfast, we ate and then got ready to leave Durban.
Our return flight was scheduled for 3 pm so we checked out, Luphelo
settled the bill using the company’s funds and then we returned our rental.
We took an Uber to the airport and then boarded our business flight back
home.
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As much as my man begged me to go home to Bluewater Bay with him I
refused and asked him to take me home to my mom. I missed her and I
knew she must have been lonely without me. We bought more food for my
mother and then Luphelo carried my bags inside the house.
Mom: molweni.
Us: Molo Mama.
Luphelo kissed her cheek on his way in and she may not admit it but I
could see it made her blush.
Me: I missed you so much mommy.
I said whilst literally crying. This must have been the longest I have
been separated from Mommy and Luphelo didn’t understand this
because he just rolled his eyes in the corner.
Mom: I missed you too mntanam. I’m glad you’re home.
She wiped my tears and I wiped hers.
Luphelo: ndizohamba keh mnake ngoku. Ndizoni bona ngelinye ixesha.
-I’m going to leave now. I’ll see you some other time.
Mom: okay Jama.
She left me and then rushed to give Luphelo a hug who kissed her forehead.
After they hugged, he pecked my lips and then hugged me. Never did I think
any man would be good enough to be able to kiss me in front of my mother.
Luphelo: ndizak phonela.
-I’ll call you.
Me: okay.
He said his final goodbyes to us before leaving.
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My mother and I packed up the groceries and then cuddled on the couch
like we usually do.
Mom: yaz umntu onokbona indlela ofeketha ngayo angacinga awuna
ndoda kodwa yho.
-you know a person that would see the way you’re such a baby at times
they would think you don’t have a man but wow.
I laughed.
Me: Mama what has my man done to you because wow you like him.
Mom: I just admire his intellect mntanam. He’s smart because when we
spoke about him paying your fees he was so serious to the point where I
felt intimidated by his presence. Now he’s different…I think this is the real
him. You make him happy.
I blushed.
Me: we make each other happy mommy. And I was thinking about buying a
house-
Mom:
Hay hay hay Ncumo! Ufuna ukundi shiya-
-no no no. You want to leave me-
Me: okay mom look…I won’t leave I’ll just buy a house while I’m living
here with you and then rent it out until I’m married and can move out.
Mom: kodwa mntanam here is my house and I don’t have another child
besides you so if you buy another house then this one will be empty. I
can even get an agent to tell you what the value of this house is-
Me: Mama I won’t leave you, okay? And I love your house. This is my
home and I know it’s worth a lot but you have one child…who knows how
many I will have? This house will one day belong to your grandchild and
no child will have to fight over a house. I won’t abandon nor sell it I
promise.
A tear started falling from her eye. Mom was becoming emotional. I
guess this me growing up thing is taking its toll on her.
Mom: Luphelo Jama must not take my daughter away from me.
Me: Mommy that won’t happen. I love you so so so much. You’re my
everything.
I was making us both emotional so we just curled ourselves together
whilst crying because I knew and she knew that we are now on
borrowed time.
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Sihle called me and told me that she wanted to sleepover at my place so
Mommy told me that she was going to give us privacy by going to Joy’s
house. My friend came to my place at past 7 pm and she looked tired. I
dished up for her and then we chilled on my bed.
Me: chomi why do you look so worn out?
Sihle: zincwadi. LLB is no joke hey.
-it’s the books.
Me: cela uTata wakho akuncede kalok.
-ask your father to help you.
She rolled her eyes.
Sihle: andina Tata mna.
-I don’t have a father.
Me: do you still feel like he’s ignoring you?
Sihle: jonga Ncumo wenze eyokgqhiba ngondi cimela nge phone.
-look Ncumo the last straw was when he
hung up on me. Me: what did you say to
him? Sihle: does what I said matter?

Me: yes because he’s your father not Jesus Christ himself. He is bound
to make mistakes. So what did you say?
Sihle: I said my grandparents expect him to pay damages for making my
mother pregnant.
Me: Sihle u Luphelo was 12…your mother was 27. In that situation who
do you think the adult was?
Sihle: please don’t try to make my mother out to be a monster.
I swallowed.
Me: Sihle we live in a time when we try to stand for equality. How is it fair
that Luphelo must pay just because he is the man but at that time he was
just a boy. Your mother was the adult…she should have known better than
to ra—than to sleep with Luphelo. Has your granny even showed you
pictures of Luphelo at 12? He wouldn’t have been able to even get a girl
his age…how could a 27 year old have found him attractive? Its just fucked
up-
Sihle: Okay! Okay Ncumolwethu that’s enough talking bullshit about my
mother that you don’t even know. Your mother likes women…my mother
perhaps liked boys. What’s the big fucking deal?!
Me: you’re asking this question? You’re the same person who was
posting #MuteRKelly because he likes young girls and now it’s okay
that your mother liked young boys?!
Sihle: R Kelly abuses girls…my mother didn’t abuse and that is the
difference. And don’t you ever talk shit about my family that you don’t
know. I regret introducing you to my father because now you think you
know more than I do.
I nodded slowly.
Me: please leave. I can’t look at you right now. Leave.
Sihle: with pleasure.
She said before taking her stuff and then walking out of my house.
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I drank Adco Dol pills and then slept throughout the night. My phone was
low in the morning so I charged it and then got ready for work. When I
arrived I was already tired and demotivated.
Receptionist: awuse dhinwe Ncumolwethu. Yinton? Business trip bimnandi.
-you’re so tired. What? The business trip was nice.
She mocked.
Me: iyaxaka ke lento ukba wena uhleli kulo ndawu inye ungasoze ubena
chance yokuya kuzo ezi business trips ngoba uzo hlala ucinga zimnandi.
-the fact that you’re restricted to that one place and won’t have a
chance to go on these business trips is tricky because you’re
Going to think business trips are fun.
Her smile turned to a disapproving frown because I embarrassed
her in front of the staff members that were present in the lobby.
Receptionist: if funeka uyazi I’m going to apply for the New vacancy to be a
PA.
-if you must know.
Me: yeah didn’t you read the email? You’ll be applying to be my PA and
one of the requirements is actually that I need to have a good working
relationship with you.
Her mouth hung open.
Me: ndiyadlala.
-I’m joking.
I said whilst laughing. It was a terrible joke. Her face said it all but these
office Bullies need to be taught a lesson.
Receptionist: Jama left you a gift. He won’t be in today so he told me to
give this to you.
My face flushed. A gift? In the workplace.
Me: what? Why?
She shrugged her shoulders before giving me a beautiful, purple box
covered with two gold strings. I took the box, thanked the receptionist
and then went to my office.
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I sat down and then immediately opened the box and it had the pictures
from the photo shoot we took in Durban. I smiled as I went through each
and every picture, there was like 25 of them and when I got to the last one
I went back to the first one. I was just in awe…I never knew that Luphelo
and I looked so good together. We complimented each other in a way that
fits, he’s slightly taller than the average man and I’m slightly shorter than
the average woman. He’s got a beautiful shade of Brown skin and I’m light
skinned. He’s too playful for his 30’s and I’m a bit serious for my 20’s. He
puts milk in the bowl before adding cereal and I put the cereal before
pouring the milk. We have so many differences but what we have in
common is the ability to love without restrictions.
Under the pictures there was a CD which I played on my laptop and it was
a video of all of our moments during the baecation. Miguels sure thing
was the background song and I couldn’t believe that I was watching my
relationship on this CD. We looked so happy…so at peace with each
other and seeing this motivated me to keep fighting for us. “Even when
the sky comes falling. Even when the sun don’t shine”.
I looked in the box again and there was a cookies and cream Lindt Hello
chocolate slab and beneath was a short hand written note on a purple
card from Luphelo. It was so cute that he took the time to physically write
to me in this day and age. The note read:

Majama

The greatest mind in the world once said “the course of true love never
did run smooth”. So when the push becomes the shove please look back
at our pictures and play back the clip so you can remember that I love
you.

-L J

I brought the note up to my chest and hugged it.

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•• Luphelo’s perspective ••
Sihle sent me a long ass text on my business phone telling me how
frustrated she was because of me. The source of her frustration was me
not spending time with her and refusing to pay damages so I decided to
put an end to this bullshit and told her I was going to visit her grandparents
after work.
Once I was done working, I drove to their house. I didn’t even answer
my girlfriend’s calls because she was going to relieve me of the anger
that I needed once I get to Sihle’s home.
I parked my car outside and then I went to knock on the door. Sihle’s
snot nosed little cousin opened the door and smiled.
Him: molo bhuti.
Me: ja kwedin.
He opened the burglar gate for me so I walked into their stuffy little house
that was overcrowded. Sihle may be annoying as fuck lately but my
daughter couldn’t live here anymore. In the living room was both of her
crusty grandparents, crusty uncle, crusy cousins, crusty
aunt…She was the only good looking member of that family and that’s
only because she looks like me.
Me: molweni.
They greeted me back. Sihle was called so she came to sit down next to
me. Her family is so crusty that I felt like a celebrity amongst them.
Monde: uSihle ebetshilo kuthi ukuba ukxelele ngale nto ebesiy xoxile
nje nge family kwaye siyavuya ukuba wena uqhondile ukuba
mawuzovela.
-Sihle did say that she told you about what we as
A family have discussed and we’re grateful that you decided to come
through.
Me: ngayo yonke intlonipho kodwa kutheni kuthetha wena? Akumelanga
ndithetha no Tata ka Nondwe?
-with all due respect but why are you talking? Shouldn’t I be talking to
Nondwe’s father.
Grandfather: kunjalo Jama qha lentwana inako ukuphapha okuthile.
-that’s right Jama but this boy has an element of being forward.
Me: so…uthini Tatu Xaluva?
-what are you saying?
Grandfather: ndithi nyana ukuba wena awuzange uhlawule isusu sika
Nondwe.
-I’m saying son that you never paid for Nondwe’s pregnancy.
Me: usakhumbula mos ukba zandina ngaphi?
-you still remember how old I was right?
Grandfather: leyo into ayibalulekanga Jama. Uyindoda ngoku kufuneka
ulungise apho wamosha khona.
-that isn’t important. You’re a man now you need to fix where you messed
up.
Me: yimalini lena kuthethwa ngayo?
-how much are you talking about?
Grandfather: R100 000. For damages nokhulisa uSihle.
-and for raising Sihle.
I nodded slowly.
Me: Nantsi deposit. Yi fifteen thousand ke leyo.
-here is the deposit. That’s 15 000.
I said before taking out Monopoly money and then putting it on the table.
Everybody looked at me like I’m stupid.
Monde: yinton ngoku lena?!
-what is this now?!
Me: damages zomntana ona 12.
-damages of a 12 year old.
Grandfather: sukusiqhela wena Jama!! Ucimba yindlalo lena?!
-don’t you disrespect us Jama! Do you think this is a game?!
Me: mamelani apha…Sihle nawe umamele ukba umntu une ngxaki
nokuva makatsho ngoku ngoba mna andizokuzi phinda. Ayikho imali
enizokuyi fumana kum nina. Ndiya gqhibelisa nokuza apha mna.
Ningandi bizi noba kunothiwa nanku Pearl Thusi uhamba nge ndutsu
iphandle apha kulendlu andizi ngenxa yenu uyawundi phosa.
-listen here…Sihle you should also listen and if someone has a problem
hearing they must say so now because I won’t repeat myself. There is no
money that you are going to get from me. I’m coming here for the last time.
Don’t call me here even if Pearl Thusi is walking around butt naked in this
very house. She will miss me because of all of you.
Sihle: Luphelo-
Me: hay Sihle ndi dikiwe bruh. Good night minqundu.
-no Sihle I’m tired bruh. Good night you assholes.
I said before getting up and then walking out of that damn house. I’ve
waited for years to be able to cuss in their faces and it felt amazing to
finally have the chance to do so. I went back into my car and smiled when
I was inside.
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I was in bed, pissed that Luphelo was not answering my calls when I heard
a soft knock on my bedroom window. I opened a curtain and guess who I
found, Jama smiling behind my window. He was drunk, I could tell by how
starstruck he seemed when he saw me.
Luphelo: hi.
Me: why haven’t you been answering my calls?
Luphelo: Ncumo udhuru umqhelo ndicela ungam susi or kanye sizo
xabana.
-tipsyness is expensive so please don’t take that away from me or we’re
going to fight.
I laughed internally before opening the window and telling him to come in.
Luphelo: hay kutheni ndizo ngena nge festire nje? Uphi uPat? Pat!
-why am I going to come in using the window? Where is Pat? Pat!
He yelled.
Me: Luphelo hay mahni yazibona ke ufuna uvusa uMamam?
-no man, you see now you want to wake my mother up?
I changed my facial expression just to scare him and he was as quiet as a
mouse.
Me: ngena.
-come in.
He climbed inside my bedroom and hugged me when he was inside.
Luphelo was clearly drunk but he still smelt good. His clothes were still worn
neatly, I was impressed. I closed the window and then took off his bomber
jacket.
Me: Uvelaphi?
-where do you come from?
Luphelo: klo Sihle. Rha imbi la family. Baby wonke umntu umbi mahn pha
funeka ndim khuphe u Sihle pha. Kubi kwa usana lwaphana.
-from Sihle’s house. Damn that family is ugly. Baby everybody there is
ugly I need to take Sihle out of there. Even the baby is ugly.
I laughed. Baby Nangamso really is ugly.
Me: suybaxa Luphelo mahni.
-don’t exaggerate it man.
I looked at him.
Me: Jama ubatele I damages?
-did you pay
Luphelo: uba? Mna? Ndibanike imali ka Monopoly.
-who? Me? I gave them Monopoly money.
Me: seriously?
He nodded and I laughed because I wouldn’t put it past Luphelo. I felt
sorry for Sihle because I knew how important this must be for her but at
the same time she had to learn to think further than her nose sometimes
and to realize that something’s just don’t make sense.
Luphelo: baby?
Me: hm?
Luphelo: ndi batyiwe.
-I’m horny.
He said before grabbing my ass and then he rubbed it. I felt a discharge
already.
Me: ha.a baby.
-no.
Luphelo: please.
Me: ha.a baby not here.
He sulked a bit but he let me go. His ability to relent so easily when he was
drunk and horny showed me the amount of discipline that my man has and
that needed to be rewarded. So I closed my door and then I went to
straddle him and we made out. He put me onto the bed because he
wanted to fuck me missionary style and then he unzipped his pants. He
took his hard dick out and he entered me raw. I lay on my back, enjoying
the strokes he was giving me while Luphelo moaned on top of me with that
attractive voice of his. He came onto my towel so I wrapped it and then put
it aside.
Luphelo: Enkosi baby.
Me: buzele lonto ne?
-this is what you came for right?
I squinted and he laughed.
Luphelo: ewe fondin andizoy phika. Ndibatyiwe bufuna ndiye kubani
phandle kwakho Majama?
-yes bruh I won’t deny it. I’m horny so who did you want me to go to
besides you?
I smiled.
Me: I love you so much yazi.
Luphelo: I love you too.
He said as he took his pants off and then folded it neatly and put it by
my bedside so that he could sleep comfortably next to me.
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Mom left a sticky note on Luphelo’s forehead saying “niyaqhela nina” and
I only noticed when I woke up. I laughed hysterically.
Luphelo: yinton ehlekisayo fondin?
-what is funny bruh?
Me: my mom left a sticky note on your forehead.
He looked in the mirror and laughed.
Luphelo: ayibuhlungu lekaka xafuneka isusiwe. Why engaybekanga
kuwe kodwa ndivulelwe nguwe?
-this shit is so painful when it has to be removed. Why didn’t she put it on
you because you’re the one who opened up for me?
Me: because blood is thicker than water.
He sulked as I took the sticky note off his forehead and he screamed
a bit. Since he was drinking last night I prepared a remedy for him
and some breakfast before we took a bath
Together. We walked to my bedroom naked and then he quickly got
dressed.
Luphelo: I’ll see you later. I need to leave now.
Me: which company are you going to?
Luphelo: JLS. I have a MVA case to handle.
Me: okay…I’m done typing the proposal. So I’m going to drop it off at
your bedr…I mean your boardroom.
He laughed.
Luphelo: it’s just us now. You can drop it off at my bedroom if you want to.
Me: baby we can’t keep doing this of sleeping together every night. We
aren’t married.
Luphelo: yet. Baby mamela…I love you but I’m running late. Your man has
to leave.
Me: okay let me get you out.
I wore my gown and then I went to escort him out.
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I had a very rough day at work because there were problems on site
because of go aheads that I consented to regarding certain aspects of
construction so I was stressed the whole day. I was
even reprimanded by our plant manager who gave me a written warning
for negligence. I felt like crying because I wasn’t used to the feeling…and
it also didn’t help that I was on my period.
I went to the kitchen for lunch and then I made tea for myself. It was
empty until someone I didn’t expect came in-Ovayo.
Ovayo: Ncumo.
I almost dropped my cup when I saw him.
Me: Ovayo? Ufuna ntoni apha?
-what are you doing here?
Ovayo: uTa Phelo bendenzele I appointment kuze sizodibana. Ufuna
ukundi nika I internship.
-he made an appointment for us to meet. He wants to give me an
internship.
Me: that makes no sense Ovayo. Why would he bring you around me?
Ovayo: akhonto ndinawuze ndiyenze emva koxonywa ngapha kwe
balcony. Ndiyani hlonipha.
-there is nothing I would do after being hung from a balcony. I respect you
guys.
I relaxed.
Me: ndicela uxolo Ovayo. Akhange ndiyazi ukba ebezokwenza lonto kuwe
uLuphelo.
-I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to do that to you.
Ovayo: akukho nxaki. I guess our break up also opened some doors for
me. And whether or not I’d like to admit it but I thought he was going to
hurt you but indlela athetha ngawe ngayo indibonisa ukba yena ukthanda
more than I ever did.
-there is no problem. The way he speaks about you shows me that he
loves you more.
I wanted to smile but bit the edge of my lip to stop myself from doing such.
Me: truce?
Ovayo: truce.
He leaned into a hug which I accepted.
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I knocked off work early so that I could meet my father at half 2 pm. I
drove to his house in Seyisi and I found him sitting on a bucket outside
next to his wife. She looked friendly.
I climbed out of the car and then I greeted them.
Me: molweni.
Them: Molo sisi.
I hugged them and they asked me to go inside with them. I sat down as
they offered me refreshments. I refused. Dr Sifora would die if she knew I
accepted refreshments from people who “might want me dead”.
Father: nkosikazi nanko ke uNcumo lona bendikxelela ngayo.
-my wife here is Ncumo whom I was telling you about.
Her: hmm akasemhle.
-she’s so pretty.
Father: unangaphi mntanam?
-how old are you my child?
Me: ndina 21 Tata.
Her: unaye umntana? Utshatile?
-do you have a child? Are you married?
Me: No but I am a Construction Eco graduate and I’m currently a
business administrator for a Construction company.
Her: oh…anda dhana.
-I’m so disappointed.
What?! Is she serious. So having a baby or a husband at the age of 21 is
better than being a working graduate to her wtf I wanted to go home to
my mommy right then and there so we can wear our black gowns
together.
Me: njani Ma? Kodwa kulula ubangu Mama nomfazi…graduating and
finding a job is harder.
-being a mother and a wife is easy.
Her: hay mntanam akululanga ubangu Mama no Mfazi qha nina niske
nifune ubango Connie Ferguson.
-no my child it’s not easy being a wife and a mother but you girls just
want to be Connie Ferguson.
I raised my eyebrow. Wow this woman is backwards. I want my mommy.
Father: so unjani uMamakho?
-how is your mother?
Me: she’s good thank you…she’s a psychologist. Dr Sifora.
Her: yho mandihambe makhulu lamagama. O Psy-nton nton. Ndoyisiwe.
-let me leave these words are too big. I’m defeated.
I laughed internally as
Dramatically walked into their bedroom, leaving me in the living room with
my father.
Father: sumhoya wethu. Une moods.
-don’t pay attention to her. She’s moody.
I nodded.
Father: enkosi ngozokundi bona Ncumo. Ndiyazi sola ngongabise bomini
bakho. Ufuna ndithini ukuba ndizo xoleleka?
-thank you for coming to see me. I regret not being in your life. What do
you want me to do in order to be forgiven?
Honestly if I had met this man before Luphelo came into my life then I
would have given him hell but no…I was so happy with my life that I had no
time to be angry or bitter.
Me: ndi happy mna Tata. Andinawo nomsindo qha bendifuna ukwazi nje.
-I’m not even angry but I just wanted to know you.
He smiled.
Father: enkosi mntanam. Iyandi vuyisa lanto.
-thank you my child. That makes me happy.
Me: yeah…ndicela nje okwesi duko Sam?
-can I just have my clan name?
Father: oh .. wena ungu Mamcethe, uChizama, uBhurhuma,
Ncenceza, uDlinyamakrwada, uKhedama, Ngcoko, Mnyapha..yena
onyathela amalahla atshisayo ungafa.
I was so in love with those clan names that when he said them…I related. I
felt a connection to them. I am MamCethe. For the first time in my life I felt
like I belonged somewhere…Dr Sifora is a Makhasibe and I’ve had to lie
and say I am too for way too long but now I could finally call myself
something and mean it.
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My meeting with my father went well so to express my happiness I decided
to go to my man’s house in Bluewater Bay. I parked in the garage since it
was open and then I opened the door which wasn’t locked and I saw a
woman sitting next to my man. My blood boiled, I was so angry I could
breathe fire.
Me: LUPHELO!! UYANDI DYOLELA NGOKU?!! NGUBANI ELI HULE
LILAPHA!!
-you’re cheating on me now?! Who is this whore that is here?!
I was yelling and stomping my heels on his tiles. He stood up and tried to
calm me down but I wasn’t hearing it. My ears felt deaf…it took me a
while to hear his voice saying “YI
PSYCHOLOGIST YAMU NCUMOLWETHU!! MJONGE UPHETHE
IPEN NE PHEPHA!” -she’s my psychologist!! Look at her, she has a
pen and a paper.
I looked at her and she was waving her file in my face with Luphelo’s
information details on it. I stopped immediately and once my high had
ended, embarrassment was all that was left.
Me: a psychologist? You didn’t tell me you were going to see a
psychologist.
I said in a low voice. Luphelo exhaled deeply, calming me down must
have taken a lot out of him. The fear of losing me alone must have done
that to him.
Luphelo: I was going to tell you after finding one that I’m comfortable with
kalok mntuwam yhini wandenza indoda engena sdima sthandwa sam!
Luphelo was really angry but he still used pet names on me.
Me: I’m sorry…nakuwe sisi I’m sorry for calling you a whore.
She laughed.
Her: no problem. Luphelo should I leave or resume?
Luphelo: lets resume.
Me: I’ll go upstairs-
Luphelo: no hlala. I’ll be more comfortable telling my story when you’re
there to hold my hand.
I smiled.
Me: okay. I’ll stay.
I said as we all went to sit down.
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When the psychologist left, we ate and then went to bed. I was becoming
sicker as the night progressing due to my period pains which were
becoming more intense. Luphelo didn’t know what to do so he called his
mother.
Luphelo: Mama uNcumo uphethwe zi period pains apha and mna andimazi
mandithini.
-I don’t know what to do.
Mamu Jama: mfake phantsi kwe ngubo umnike I hot water bottle.
-put her under a blanket and give her a hot water bottle.
Luphelo: okay and then?
Mamu Jama: khame ndisacinga.
-wait I’m still thinking.
Luphelo: khakhawuleze Mama uyafa umntu wam.
-could you hurry up mom my person is dying.
Mamu Jama: hay futsek Luphelo phola.
-relax.
Luphelo: njani Mama ungekho right uNcumo? Awu understandi wena
mama kunjani uthanda umntu.
-how when she’s not okay? You don’t understand what it’s like

to love someone. Mamu Jama: andimthandi dahn uTatakho? -

don’t I love your father?

Luphelo: haska nina nanyanzelwa ngaba zali ukba manitshate. Mna

ndithetha ngothando lwa manyani Mama uzikethele ukba uyamfuna
lomntu
-oh please you guys were forced by your parents to get married. I’m talking
about true love mom where you choose that you want to be with this
person.
His mom laughed before recommending that he goes to the chemist and
buys Neurofen tablets with some adco dols so she can sleep. He then
thanked his mother before leaning by my bedside.
Luphelo: baby ndizoya echemist ngoku ndikushiye or sihambe?
-I’m going to go to the chemist now. Should I leave you or should we go?
Me: ndishiye.
-leave me.
Luphelo: okay.
He kissed my cheek and then he went out of our bedroom. After a couple
of minutes he came back up and then he picked me up from the bed and
carried me down to the car with his throw over. He couldn’t stand to leave
me behind.
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He put me inside the car and then he rolled the passenger seat of the
Cayenne all the way down so that I could be able to rest properly. He
then put the pillow and throw over for me.
Luphelo: u grand kanje Ntikazi?
-are you okay like this?
Me: ewe sthandwa sam Enkosi.
-yes my love thank you.
He got into the car and then he closed the door. He switched on the heater
before starting the car and then driving out of the yard. I looked up where
the sun roof is and the view of the night sky was beyond amazing.
Luphelo: unjani ngoku?
-how are you now?
Me: kusafana.
-it’s still the same.
He exhaled. He was driving an automatic car so he used his free hand
to hold my hand. He hated seeing me in this state. We finally arrived at
the chemist so he parked.
Luphelo: is there anything else you want in the chemist? Sweets?
Chips…anything?
Me: Maynards.
Luphelo: okay.
He got out of the car and then he walked into the chemist. After about
less than a minute he came back into the car with the medication and a
pack of pads.
Me: ukhawulezile.
-you were quick.
Luphelo: I offered to pay people to let me go first but they told me I don’t
have to pay.
He said with a soft smile on his face whilst opening up my medication and
my bottle of water. He fed me the neurofen with the adco dol which made
me sleepy. I didn’t even make it back to Bluewater Bay awake.
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In the morning, I was woken up with breakfast in bed by my man. But
this time he made porridge…like actual mielie meal porridge. His
mother must have told him to feed me that instead of bacon and
eggs.
Luphelo: Molo MamCethe.
I smiled shyly.
Me: Molo Zikhali.
Luphelo: here is your breakfast.
Me: enkosi.
I took the tray and then sat upright on the bed with his help. He asked me
how I feel now and I told him that I’m better.
Me: I dropped the proposal off in your bedroom. It’s in this drawer.
He nodded whilst smiling.
Luphelo: If this actually turns out that it may work…that’s an automatic
promotion. You’re a fucking smart one…you turn me on everytime you
speak in that black man dominated boardroom. Then you come in with
your light skin and your bob wig and you put us all in line. Makes me
proud to be your man.
I blushed quietly in my little corner before giggling slightly. Luphelo
knows how to make a woman feel special…He can make you feel
special just by looking at you and not saying a single word. We finished
eating so Luphelo took the dishes down to the kitchen and then he
came back up.
Luphelo: siyovasa?
-should we go wash ourselves?
Me: yes but baby we can’t take a bath together I’m on my periods. We’ll do
so after 3 days.
Luphelo: okay…vasa apha wena mna ndizovasa ezantsi.
-you wash here and I’ll wash downstairs.
Me: okay.
He walked out of the room so I got up, took the stained sheet so the
laundry room where I made sure it was being washed before returning
back to the bedroom.
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After getting ready, I wore Luphelo’s underwear since I didn’t have a new
underwear to wear which was super comfortable. It supported my pad
perfectly and was not tight around my waist which was on fire because of
my period pains. I got dressed and Luphelo came into the bedroom just
when I was about to go down to him.
Luphelo: uzohamba ngoku?
-are you going to leave now?
Me: ewe baby.
Luphelo: Ncumo this back and forth between my house, your home and
work is making you late. Please move out because it’s clear that this is
how we’re going to do things from now on.
Me: Baby I can’t just leave my mother alone. You know what our
relationship is like.
He exhaled. He was low-key mad at this but he knew he had no right to
express it. So I got down on my knees in front of him and then I sucked his
dick. Luphelo loves getting blow jobs, he especially loves to thrust into the
mouth that is sucking his dick which is pretty inconsiderate if you consider
the size of the dick in question. We exchanged power by me allowing him
to fuck my mouth and he would relinquish his power by allowing me to put
my hands on the part of his penis that didn’t fit
And rub whilst I suck it. He finally came so I got up on my knees then I
kissed him.
Luphelo: in the evening I’m going to have my operation for my vasectomy
reversal so we won’t be able to spend the night together.
Me: how long does it last?
Luphelo: 2-4 hours but I’ll be admitted into hospital anyway.
I sighed.
Me: okay…good luck.
Luphelo: yeah…thank you.
He kissed me one more time before I took my pads and sweets then I
went to my car so that I could leave.
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I went home, changed into my work clothes and Luphelo was right about
this back and forth thing. It was seriously going to make me late which is
something that I couldn’t do whilst I’m on a 6 months long probation.
I received a call from Sihle on my way to work. I rolled my eyes when I saw
it.
Me: ewe?
-yes.
Sihle: ndiyazama Ncumo. Ndicela ungabi krwada.
-I’m trying. Please don’t be rude.
Me: uzama ntoni?
-what are you trying?
Sihle: I’m trying to fix things with you…with everybody. I literally don’t
know what the hell is going on with my life right now.
Me: why is that?
Sihle: the whole damages thing…uTatam came to the house yesterday
wathuka wonke umntu. Uyamazi mos uLuphelo unjani Ncumo…he’s a
chilled person who never gets upset but yesterday he was livid. I don’t
know what Mom did to him but it must be really bad.
I exhaled.
Me: did you speak to him?
Sihle: I tried calling but he’s not answering my calls. I’m going to go to his
office-
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea Sihle. You really think cornering
him at work is going to work?
Sihle just broke down over the phone.
Sihle: he probably hates me right now…when all I ever wanted was to
have a father. I love him so much…I was starting to enjoy his love and
attention and then all of a sudden…some bitch took it away from me.
Why?
Me: Sihle has it ever occurred to you that she might actually
really genuinely and wholeheartedly love your father?
Sihle: then she should love his kid too. Bitch hasn’t even tried to meet
me…to know me…it’s obvious she’s just one of those damn ticks that are
leeching off his blood. But it’s okay…I’m done fighting for Luphelo’s love.
Me: okay…mntase I need to go okay? I’m running late.
Sihle: bye.
Me: bye.
I hung up and then exhaled. It’s not easy being a stepmom.
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•• Luphelo’s perspective ••
I decided to visit Ncumo’s mother at her workplace so I brought some food
with me because she loves eating. Ncumo’s mother eats more than my
dad. Ncumo’s mother eats so much that she would come first place in an
eating competition and still help other competitors come second or third by
eating their food.
I knocked on her door and she told me I could come in. She was surprised
to see me but it was a pleasant surprise.
Her: Jama?
Me: u right Dr Sifora?
-are you alright?
Her: I’m okay thanks and you?
Me: I’m good.
I asked if I could take a seat and she agreed. I put the food down on
her table which she thanked me for so we both took our meals and
started eating.
Her: undi cinge ngantoni na? Yilento ubulele endlini yam izolo elinye?
-what made you think about me? Is it the fact that you slept over at my
house the day before last?
Me: ndicela uxolo ngalonto. Ebendine stress ndake ndasela ndakhumbula
umntu wam.
-I’m sorry about that. I was stressed so I drank and then missed my person.
Her: walala naye endlini yam.
-and you slept with her in my house.
Me: akhange-
-I didn’t-
Her: ha.a Luphelo ungaklinge uxoke uthi umfingerishile. Wena uyalala
nentombi yam. You can deny it all you want but there is no 33 years old
man that is going to be celibate.
-no Luphelo don’t you lie and say you fingered her. You sleep with my
daughter.
Me: to my defence Pat I would do anything for your daughter. Nguye
lona bethe mandimnike lento ayfunayo.
-she’s the one who said I must give her what she wants.
Her: Luphelo!! My life was fine without that information.
She said before we both started laughing.
Her: but Ncumo is an adult. She knows what she wants and I’m proud of
the woman she has become. I trust her reasoning so if she chose you to
give her flower
To you then it means there is good in you.
Me: I’m serious about your daughter Pat…that’s why I want to organise a
braai or something for our parents kuze nizokwazana.
-so that you can know each other.
She looked at me in the eyes.
Her: uyayqhonda Luphelo ukba xawu dibanisa I family that’s your way of
saying we’ll be in each other’s lives forever?
-you do realise that when you introduce the families.
Luphelo: ewe…Pat lento andiycinganga kuze bendi ngena e toilet ndingena
phone. It’s been in my mind for weeks now…I’m reversing my vasectomy
tonight so I’m thinking about babies who will need to have United
grandparents.
-I didn’t think about this when I went into the toilet without my phone.
Her: ubu shoot’a I blanks lonke elixesha kanti.
-you were shooting blanks all along.
She laughed hysterically.
Me: oksalayo I gun ndinayo.
-at least I have a gun.
I said mocking the fact that I have a penis and she doesn’t. She laughed
and I love this woman for Her ability to take a roast.
Her: lo comeback bawo. Mxm uyikaka khasapha lo burger for lonto.
- That comeback Lord. You’re shit give me that burger for that reason.
She took my burger and then put it next to hers and all I saw was
Ncumo’s tendencies. The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
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•• Luyanda Jama’s perspective ••
I came home in the evening to my wife who was sitting alone in the
living room, watching Isibaya.
Madlamini: hey.
Me: hey baby. Balele abantwana.
-are the children asleep?
She nodded.
Madlamini: uZama ebeku lindele wade wozela shame.
-was waiting for you until she fell asleep shame.
Me: did she need me to help her with homework?
She nodded.
Madlamini: uRight Luyanda?
I exhaled.
Me: ndicela siye roomini.
-can we please go to our bedroom.
My wife got up from the couch so I followed behind her to the bedroom.
We took our seats on the bed.
Me: usakhumbula lamsebenzi wo mntana ka Pabbles? Lona bendithe
ndicela undixokele kuwo uthi ndise Kapa?
-remember that ritual for Pabbles’s child? The one I asked you to lie for me
and say I’m in Cape Town?
She nodded.
Me: I think uSihle ngowam.
-is mine.
Her eyes grew wider than saucers.
Madlamini: ngoba?
-why?
I swallowed.
Me: Because her mother molested me too. Yes Pabbles was going
through puberty at that time but…come on let’s weigh out the possibilities.
He was 12 and I was 19. Sihle is my child.
Madlamini: but Mabombo it’s not about that. He was also capable of
making a baby-
Me: Madlamini stop!! That child is mine. Nondwe told me before She fled.
She exhaled.
Madlamini: but Luphelo did ask for a DNA test and she is his child. Your
mother told me-
Me: Mxm they probably used the cheaper DNA. That kind doesn’t
differentiate DNA markers between brothers. Mna no Luphelo have the
same mother and the same father so what did you expect?
She inhaled.
Madlamini: so what are you going to do? Have your own DNA test?
Me: I will have to speak to uMama because I broke into Luphelo’s condo
and stole his hair and tooth brush kanti both were new. I don’t understand
this rich people life yaz everything is new.
Madlamini: and if she’s really your child…kuzothwani?
-what’s going to happen?
Me: if she’s mine then she has a choice…Me or Luphelo. She may go
either way that makes her happy but she needs to know who her father is.
I said before burying my face in my hands.
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•• Ncumo’s perspective ••
I came home earlier than Mommy and decided to cook dinner. Mom
came home at to 6 pm in the evening looking happy.
Mom: hey daughter.
Me: hey mother. Why are you so happy?
Mom: I had a visit from my son-in-law.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: uJama?
Mom: yes. He brought food and we had a chat. By the way ndiyayazi
uyatyiwa mntanam it’s all good.
-I know you get fucked my child.
I tensed my eyebrows. Who is this clone that I was talking to because
she definitely isn’t my mother.
Me: okayyy…Mom you’re being weird.
Mom: uthe ufuna ukwenza I braai kuze azokwazi udibanisa mna nabazali
bakhe.
-he said he wants to make a braai so he can introduce me to his parents.
Me: and that’s what made you so
Happy?
Mom: mntanam to be honest with you…this life of being alone isn’t fun. We
don’t have family…it’s always been you and I but I had to be strong for
your sake because I didn’t want you
to feel the isolation we got from people who are still alive. And you went
through that because of me…now here is our chance to have a family and
be amongst people. You’re my daughter so I won’t sell you…but Luphelo
Jama has more heart than money so me encouraging this relationship isn’t
for the sake of money it’s for the sake of genuine happiness. So I’m excited
to meet his family. He says his father is funny so I’m sure we’ll have a nice
time with them.
Me: have I ever told you how much of a great mother you are?
Mom: yes but let me hear it again mntanam.
Me: you’re the best mommy in the world mommy.
Mom: says the best daughter in the world.
She opened her arms up for me to enter so we hugged one another tightly.
Mom: I’m a proud mommy.
She whispered in my ear and I kissed her cheek.
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It was now Saturday morning and time for the long awaited family
gathering. My mother has been on my neck about it since Luphelo pitched
the idea to her. She was excited…and nothing was better than seeing her
happy. As a daughter who grew up watching her mother struggling alone
to make ends meet, my mother’s happiness is priceless to me. And it
made me fall even deeper in love with Luphelo for not only being good to
me but to my mother as well because he understood that we’re a
package.
My mother woke me up at 7 am by shaking my body.
Mom: vuka Ncumo vuka! Awuyazi kukrwada ukuba late xawu menyiwe.
-wake up Ncumo wake up. Don’t you know how rude it is to be late when
you’ve been invited.
Me: Mama une drama shame.
-you’re dramatic.
I said whilst sitting upright and then rubbing my eyes.
Mom: Ndi right ndibene drama andifuni abazali baka Luphelo bacinge
singabantu abangena nkathalo.
-I’m fine with being dramatic I just don’t want Luphelo’s parents to think
we’re people who don’t care.
I smiled.
Me: okay Mama. Give me a minute.
She walked out of my bedroom so I did my bed then I called my man. He
was still in bed. I could tell by the sound of his husky voice.
Luphelo: hey.
Me: hey baby ndixakiwe ngu Dr Sifora sahna.
He giggled.
Luphelo: wenzeni?
-what did she do?
Me: she’s excited. She just woke me up ngoku uthi she doesn’t want
your parents to think we don’t care so she wants us to be on time.
Luphelo: yintwentle njena leyo Ntikazi.
-that’s a good thing.
Me: I know but it puts pressure on our relationship.
Luphelo: pressure creates diamonds sthandwa sam.
Me: or…it can burst pipes.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: are you seriously doubting you and I? Knowing good and well that
we love each other? Suyenza lonto.
-don’t do that.
He pleaded.
Me: I’m sorry.
Luphelo: ndikuxolele. Nxibani nibebahle no Mamakho sogqhiba nize. Abam
abazali sebelapha.
Bebelele apha.
-I’ve forgiven you. You and your mother should get dressed and then
come. My parents are already here because they slept over.
Me: oh okay…we’ll be there soon.
Luphelo: sure. I love you.
Me: I love you too.
He hung up then I went to take a bath.
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Mom and I got dressed and she wore a white ginger Mary t-shirt with her
blue jeans and some nice sandals. Her dreadlocks were tied in a bun and
that’s not usually how mommy dresses but I could tell she wanted to hide
her sexuality from them. Maybe she thought they weren’t going to accept
her because of it. I on the other hand wore a beautiful red maxi dress
which I bought in Durban with my black sandals. I wore my 14 inches long
body wave wig and then Mommy and I hit the road.
We arrived at Bluewater Bay and the front door of the house was opened.
Soft, 80’s R&B was playing in the living room where Luphelo’s parents
were ballroom dancing together whilst Luphelo stood in the corner taking
a video of his parents with his cellphone. He looked at me and then
winked at me. I could already tell that he pictured us doing this when we’re
old and grey. Mr Jama Senior was hyping his own dance moves. He kept
on saying “banganya kum…ndiyasi jija isinqa”. I looked at my mother and
whilst this was not what she expected, she was still impressed.
Mom: xolweni ngophazamisa kodwa sifikile.
-we’re sorry to interrupt but we have arrived.
They stopped dancing and looked at us.
Mrs Jama: oh molweni. Inoba nithi siyaphambana apha.
-oh greetings. You are probably saying we are crazy here.
Mom: tu kanti. Intle lento ndiybonayo.
-not at all. What I’m seeing is beautiful.
We all greeted each other so I sneaked past to get to my man. I gave
him a hug and then pecked his lips.
Me: ndicela I quickie.
-can I please have a quickie?
I whispered in his ear and he bit his bottom lip.
Luphelo: masambe.
-lets go.
He took my hand as we tried to disappear Tatu Jama called us out.
Him: usayofaka inkunzi esibayeni ngoku kujongiwe na nyana?
-are you trying to have sex although there are people watching son?
I was so embarrassed.
Luphelo: xabektheni ngoku Tata?
-because of what now Dad?
Him: ndini bona ni
Zimela kalok. Kodwa hambani nive kamnandi.
-I see you two hiding. But go and have fun.
Luphelo exhaled as we made our way back to them.
Mrs Jama: hay hambani. Anisafuni ngoku?
-no leave. Don’t you want to anymore?
We didn’t reply we just awkwardly stood there until Luphelo’s older
brother Luthando saved us by showing up.
Luthando: molweni.
-greetings.
We all greeted him and his family seemed really excited to see him. He
hugged my mother first and then he stopped in front of me to check me
out.
Luthando: hay Pabbles uyaphumela uMajama fondin. Well done mntanam.
10 out of 10.
-Majama is beautiful.
Luphelo: Enkosi Ta.
Tatu Jama: ndisatsho mna nangoku uPabbles umfumene kwi auction
lomntana.
-I still say Pabbles got this girl from an auction.
Luthando: beyi highest bidder.
The whole family started laughing as Luthando hugged me. He then
hugged his parents and hugged his little brother lastly. Their hug was so
emotional. Luthando loves his little brother, you could tell by the way he
kissed his temple although they are both grown men. You could tell that he
sees the baby in him. This family has been through a lot.
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The food was served so we all sat down around the dinner table. My mom
asked to pray and got the stare of death from the Jama’s so she said never
mind. Another arrival came, it was their sister Lusanda who is 2 years older
than Luphelo making her 35 but she didn’t look a day older than 25. They
got their good genes from their mother.
Lumka: yhu nisebabi nangoku?
-you guys are still ugly even now?
Luphelo: subay hypocrite.
Luthando gave Luphelo a high 5 as they laughed. Their parents were so
happy to see their only daughter but not more than Luphelo who stood up
and went to meet his sister with a hug.
Luphelo: I didn’t know you are back.
Lusando: ndibuyiswe ngu bhuti wakho. Uthe uPabbles ufuna ubonisa I
family uMajama ndathi mna andicinge ndingazoy bona lena.
-your brother brought me back. He said Pabbles wants to show the
family his girlfriend and I said I can’t not see this.
Luphelo giggled before showing her Mommy and I. Lusanda greeted
my mother and then pecked my lips. She smelt really good.
Lusanda: ndiyakwamkela sisi uzothiywa ndim xawutshata no bhuti wam.
-I accept you my sister. I’m going to name you when you get married to my
brother.
Me: Enkosi sisi.
She sat down next to me and then asked for her plate. Luphelo told Macy
to dish up for her so she received her food and then started eating.
Lusanda: so ndicela ukubuza ukba uSihle uthini ngalentba uTatakhe
udyola ne best friend yakhe?
-so may I ask what is Sihle saying about the fact that her father is dating
her best friend?
Luthando: wena uthini ngalentba I wig yakho ihleli rongo?
-what are you saying about the fact that your wig is sitting incorrectly.
Mrs Jama: wazintoni nge wig wena Luthando? Njema ingathi uynxibile lo
fade.
-what do you know about wigs? Because it looks like you’re wearing that
fade of yours.
Lusanda and Luphelo burst out laughing.
Mr Jama: hay khanimeni bendisa ghinya. Nithi lentwana uPabbles
udyola ne chomi ye ntombiyakhe. Sihleli phezkwe mali mos apha.
Singayenza ifilm ngale meko.
-hold up I was still swallowing. So you’re saying this boy Pabbles is
dating his daughter’s best friend. We’re sitting on money here because
we could make a movie out of this situation.
Mom died from laughter. I looked at her and she tried to stop laughing
but she couldn’t stop. I decided to lighten up as well because Tatu Jama
was just being dramatic.
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After eating, we were given desert and Tatu Jama looked confused.
Mr Jama: desert emini?
-during the day?
Luthando: uyasi hlaza Timer.
-you’re embarrassing us Dad.
Mr Jama: azange ndathetha lonto keh mnake kwedin kuze
wawuphume kwa Jika Majika ndingayazi kutheni zawunga yekanga
kuhambe uLuphelo. Wajaiva umqundu apha wavala iminyango for
uLusanda no Luphelo abakwazi uyo jaiva pha for la mali ngenxa
kucinjwa bazokwenza la kaka yenziwa ngu brother wabo.
-I didn’t say that when you went on Jika Majika when you were
supposed to let Luphelo go instead. You danced
So terribly that you closed doors for Lusanda and Luphelo. They couldn’t
dance for that money because the producers thought they would do the
same shit their brother did.
We all laughed at that memory. Luphelo was laughing so much that he had
tears in his eyes.
Luthando: okay shot Timer. Uphi uLuyanda?
Lusanda: he’s in Cape Town last time I checked. He’s back and forth
between there and PE.
Luthando: yasenza isithukuthezi lomntu lowo.
Luphelo: yeah…but let me bring you all to the reason why I did this. As my
sister had already said…Ncumo is Sihle’s best friend and obviously Sihle
won’t like this when she finds out…but mna ndiyamthanda uNcumo. Uvile
baby? Ndiyakthanda.
-but I love Ncumo. Did you hear that baby? I love you.
He smiled at me and then winked. His family booed us and I laughed.
Luphelo: so I want to know what do you elders suggest? Niyazi ke kukho
ne psychologist apha so ndiythembile le panel. Phandle kwakho Timer
itya wena xayiphelile nantsi neyam idesert isekhona.
-and know there is also a psychologist here so I trust this panel. Except
you Dad…you just eat and when your desert is done mine is still
available.
Tatu Jama laughed before saying “suqhela kwedin”.
Lusanda: does Sihle know how her mother become pregnant?
Luphelo shook his head.
Lusanda: then tell her what happened and tell her you love Ncumo.
Don’t give her a choice Jama.
Luthando: I agree with Lusanda…your love for Ncumo is the only thing you
had a choice in. She can’t expect you to drop everything after you were
violated.
Mr Jama: yinton uNondwe enga rape’anga mna bettere esiya ebantwaneni.
-why didn’t Nondwe rape me instead of going to the children.
Us: Oh Tatu Jama.
Mrs Jama: Luphelo awuzo lawulwa ngu Sihle apha. You have suffered
because of what her mother has done to you and if she has any
heart…She will learn to look past the fact that Ncumo is her best friend and
see the fact that she is the love of your life. You have a beautiful girlfriend
by your side…strong willed, intelligent and she is not submissive. She
doesn’t care about your money nor what you are…She cares about who
you are. So mntanam thatha le Nzwakazi uyithathe uyibeke kwa Jama
kamnadi sewumqhelisile eligama lika Majama. Ukhulisile Makhasibe.
-you won’t be controlled by Sihle. You have raised her well Makhasibe.
She said to my mother who shed tears of joy next to me. That was a kind
of emotional moment for both of our families.
Mom: ndiyabulela Mamzangwa. At first I was not happy with their
relationship for obvious reasons…it’s because I looked at Luphelo as
Sihle’s father and looked at Ncumo as Sihle’s best friend. But this isn’t
about her…it’s about them…and that’s when I could see things for what
they are. Mamzangwa we gave birth to lovers. 12 years apart but…I have
faith in what they have. Luphelo has this thing where…if he buys Ncumo
flowers he’ll buy them for me too. He spoils us both because he knows I
don’t have a man.
Mr Jama: Ndikhona-
-I’m here-
Luthando: khame mahn Timer.
-wait a minute Dad.
He gave Mom a chance to wipe her tears.
Mom: so yeah…I hope Sihle can give these kids a chance.
Luthando extended his hand to my mother and then kissed her hand.
Luphelo was also crying softly. We were all so emotional and Lusanda
brought me to her chest and whispered “please don’t leave my brother” in
my ear.
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We had such an amazing time with our families that they decided to
sleep over at Luphelo’s house so everybody picked a room to sleep in.
Mom slept in her own room, Luphelo’s parents slept in their own and
Luthando and Lusanda shared a room although they didn’t have to.
I went up to the main bedroom where Lusanda was taking some money
from the stack in the drawer.
Me: Lusanda?
She turned around.
Lusanda: hey mntase. Are you coming with us to the club?
Me: I didn’t know about that but I’m game. Is Luphelo also coming?
She nodded.
Lusanda: nguye othe mandizo landa imali.
-he said I must come and fetch the money.
Me: okay. Let me get a jacket.
Lusanda: okay. Ncumo?
Me: yeah?
Lusanda: I have this memory of Luyanda
And Nondwe. In bed.
Me: doing what?
Lusanda: I don’t know mntase…can you imagine over two decades
ago? It’s blurry but yeah…I’m sure I saw them.
Me: having sex?
Lusanda: who knows? I don’t want my mind to play tricks on me.
Me: was Luphelo the only one who was molested?
Lusanda: I don’t know babes.. I just think-
Luphelo opened the bedroom door and stuck his head in.
Luphelo: Lusanda imali kalok. Masambeni.
-the money. Let’s go.
Lusando: alright fine. Let’s go Ncumo.
Me: okay.
I followed behind her as we prepared for the club.
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We walked out to the car but all of a sudden I had a change of heart
about going to the club. I was tired and felt like being in bed with my
man.
Me: I don’t feel like going out tonight. I think I’m going to call it an early
night.
Luthando: hay hay Majama… Sukudika apha. Siyaqhala ukwazi so we
wanted to spend time with you.
-don’t be a bore. It’s our first time knowing you.
Me: ndiyayazi lonto Jama kodwa ndidiniwe nyani. We’ll have to take a
raincheck.
-I know that but I’m really tired.
Luphelo looked at me and then climbed out of the car.
Luphelo: ndiyeza give me a second.
-I’m coming.
He said as he took my hand and then took me up to the bedroom
where he closed the door behind us and then faced me.
Luphelo: okay Ncumo talk to me. What’s the matter?
Me: I just feel overwhelmed Luphelo.
Luphelo: with?
Me: this whole thing of our families meeting. You can see how close the
family already is when we don’t even know if we are going to survive this
Sihle thing.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: ngok ufuna ndithini Ncumolwethu? Ndimxelele uSihle? Yilonto
uyifunayo wena?
-so what must I do now? Must I tell Sihle? Is that what you want?
Me: your ride is waiting for you.
Luphelo: yimoto yam leyana mabandi linde. Ncumolwam…ndiyakthanda
Ntikazi ndifunga oMqocwa belele ukthula ukba wena ndizokwenza umfazi
ngenye imini kodwa ndicela undi thembe Ntikazi. Ndi dibanisa abazali
bethu nje ndenza ukuza bazokwazi ukusi xhasa kwi meko ka Sihle. Uvile
Majama?
-that is my car they must wait for me. I love you and I swear on my ancestors
that one day I am going to make you a wife but please trust me. I have
introduced our parents because I wanted them to support us through this
Sihle situation. Did you hear that Majama?
I smiled a little bit as he took my hand in his and then he kissed it.
Me: I love you LJ.
Luphelo: I love you more. What should I bring you when I come home?
Me: nothing baby I’m full.
Luphelo: okay. Good night.
Me: good night.
We hugged and kissed before he walked out.
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My mother came into my bedroom with Luphelo in the evening.
Me: baby nguwe lowo?
-is that you?
Mom: ha.a Ncumo ndim. I spoke to your father in law mntanam and
ended up coming clean about my sexuality. He was so supportive
mntanam… I almost cried.
-no Ncumo it’s me.
She said as she climbed into bed behind me and then cuddled.
Me: andisavuyi Mama. I didn’t even want you to hide who you are but at
the same time I didn’t want to force you to talk about something that you
don’t want to talk about.
-I am so happy Mommy.
Mom: being homosexual in this country is not easy mntanam. Some
people think you’re a joke… Some people think I’m too old to be a lesbian
as if it’s a trend… And some people are just plain ignorant. I love being
who I am Ncumo qha some people just make it really difficult to be happy
with yourself.
I turned to face my beautiful mother and then smiled because her face
brings me joy.
Me: Mamam I don’t care what people say about you. I wish I would have
changed my reaction when I found out but I was just shocked…not
ashamed not embarrassed… I was just shocked but Mommy I love you so
fucking much.
Don’t you ever forget that.
She kissed my forehead and then cuddled next to me. We spoke until
Luphelo walked into the bedroom.
Luphelo: ulapha kanti Sis Pat? Ndizoske ndi lale kwenye I room-
-you’re here Sis Pat? I’ll just sleep in another bedroom-
Mom: hay Jama akukho nxaki izolala no mntu wakho. Bendizom hlalisa
qha mna.
-no Jama there is no problem. Come and sleep next to your person. I was
just here to keep her company.
She said as she got up from the bed.
Me: good night mommy.
Mom: good night.
She said as she slightly tapped Luphelo’s chest on her way out.
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Luphelo undressed and then he came into bed in only his underwear.
He wrapped his arms around me whilst pressing his manhood bulge
against my ass.
Me: bekunjani ke?
-how was it there?
Luphelo: beku right.
-it was alright.
He said as his hand slid into my underwear. He was horny.
Me: ufuna ntoni Jama?
-What do you want?
Luphelo: ndifuna I mpundu.
-I want ass.
He is clearly tipsy when he starts using that language. But I love it though…
I love it when my man is unfiltered. When he gives the raw meaning of what
he wants. After all… Luphelo Jama can get away with telling a woman
straight what he wants from her and still get it.
Me: zithathe kalok.
-take it then.
That was all the consent he needed before he slowly took my underwear
down my legs… He took the time to enjoy the feeling of my warm skin
knowing that he was about to enter something warmer. I turned around to
face him and he kissed me… His tongue was the driving force behind our
kiss. He was clearly not in the mood for much foreplay, he never really is
unless I force him to spend more time on making me wet but when
Luphelo is drunk it’s his way or the high way.
He climbed on top of me and settled between my legs. He kissed me
passionately as I rolled his underwear down his legs and then grabbed his
ass when I felt him entering me. His raw flesh penetrated me slowly… My
hands were on his ass forcing him to penetrate me deeper. I wanted all of
him… I wanted his dick to touch my soul. He was making love to me…
Sweet, eye contacted love where he was keeping one hand on the side of
my thigh and the other on the side of my face as if I was precious to him.
We were fucking to the beat of our hearts, whoever created sex must have
had this in mind. He came inside me and then he collapsed on my chest
and I held him close to me as we both exhaled.
Me: baby?
Luphelo: hm?
Me: when are we going to start using condoms?
He shrugged his shoulders.
Me: Jama what do you mean you don’t know? Didn’t your doctor tell you
when you’re going to be fertile?
Luphelo: hay Ncumo ndithe ndiqitywa I operation ndabe sendi xelelwa
ukba uBeyonce une documentary ku Netflix. Inqondo yam biseku
Homecoming not kule kaka ye vasectomy.
-just when I was done with my operation I was told that Beyonce has a
documentary on Netflix.
My mind was on Homecoming and not on this fucking vasectomy.
I laughed at the fact that Luphelo is a member of the BeyHive. He just never
came across as the type. He got up and then he went to fetch a towel to wipe
me. I thought it’s because he knew he had to… But no its Because he wanted
round 2.
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I woke up in the morning and decided to make breakfast for everybody. I
wanted to show Luphelo’s family that I am not just a career woman… I can
actually whip up a storm in the kitchen as well so with the help of a cook
book I found in one of the drawers in the kitchen which I assumed belongs
to Macy, I made breakfast.
Once I was done, I woke the family up so everybody sat around the
dining room table whilst I dished up.
Lusanda: Guys can we just admire the way Luphelo is looking at Ncumo
while she dishes up.
I caught a glimpse of what Lusanda was talking about for a split
second before Luphelo snapped out of it because of Lusanda.
Ma: wena uzojongwa nini njalo? Una 35 Lusanda awunaye nomntana.
Uzobane complications xawu ready.
-when are you going to be looked at like that? You’re 35 and you don’t
even have a child. You’re going to have complications when you’re ready.
Lusanda: Mama andifuni mntana mna. Luthando’s children are enough for
me.
-I don’t want a child.
Senior: hlambi naye uLusanda une vasectomy.
-maybe Lusanda also had a vasectomy.
Everybody laughed before thanking me for the food. I sat down next to my
man.
Senior: family uPat has an announcement to make.
Luphelo looked at me and I nodded because he was thinking what I was
thinking.
Luthando: let’s hear it Sis Pat.
Mom: I’m a lesbian.
Lusanda: Ncoh!! Why didn’t you bring your girlfriend?
Senior: hay akho K wam uzoza apha tsek.
-there is no competition of mine that is going to come here.
Luthando: competition yanton Tata kodwa awufunwa?
-what competition but she doesn’t want you?
We all laughed.
Ma: u right Ma
Khasibe ubeyi lesbian wena. Ayadika amadoda.
-you’re right for being a lesbian. Men are annoying.
Mom: ndisuka pha ndiyawazi. Kodwa keh I just want to thank the family
for accepting my sexuality. I was prepared to hide it because I didn’t
want the family to discriminate against my daughter because of who
gave birth to her.
-I’ve been there. I know them.
Luthando: That’s bull Sis Pat. We love you and your daughter… This isn’t
about us it’s about Luncumo and we’re just all here to make sure this
couple stays strong because they love each other.
Senior: Luphelo uMazala wakho uthanda amacherrie fondin. Sisbethi.
-your mother in law loves women. She’s a womanizer.
Everybody laughed but I gave Luphelo the stare of the death.
Me: hleka Jama! Hleka!
-laugh.
Luphelo: khayeke baby.
He said as he started laughing. We ate until we heard a knock on the door.
Luphelo: baby ndicela uyovula umnyango.
-please go open up the door.
Me: okay.
I got up and then I went to open the door. Problem is although I had no
expectations for who was standing behind the door, I didn’t expect it to be
Sihle that was standing behind the door. We both looked at each other,
frozen in place until reality hit her like a truck. She walked past me into the
house and into the dining room where Luphelo was standing.
Luphelo: Sihle… Udebene ne cherrie yam?
-you’ve met my girlfriend.
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The entire room fell silent when Luphelo was done talking. I looked at him
with my jaw dropped because we have never discussed this stunt that he
has just pulled but judging by the look on his face, Luphelo didn’t give a
shit.
Sihle: so wena… Umdala ungaka… Udyola no Ncumo?
-so you… As old as you are… Are dating Ncumo?
Luphelo: so you never questioned the 15 year age difference between
your mother and I but you’re questioning the 12 years between Ncumo
and I which means nothing because Ncumo is an adult. She’s grown…I
was still a child but you never questioned anything. Never asked me if I’m
emotionally stable after that… Why? Is it because I’m a boy and boys
don’t cry?
Sihle looked at me and then back at her father.
Sihle: Luphelo ungu Tata wam. How do you think I’m supposed to feel
knowing that you’re having sex with my best friend-
Lusanda: yey Sihle your only concern is supposed to be the fact that
Luphelo is dating your best friend. Not who he is sleeping with. Sukuqhela.
-don’t be disrespectful.
Lusanda was turning pink in the face from anger.
Sihle rolled her eyes before looking back at me.
Sihle: were you in on this Ncumo?
I was crying as soon as she turned to face me.
Me: Sihle I didn’t know that he was going to do this-
Sihle: does it even fucking matter Ncumo?! I told you what problems I was
having with my father but you didn’t do shit about them knowing good and
well you could have spoken to your boyfriend and asked him to be a better
father. You and I Ncumolwethu… It’s been us since creche and you are
doing this to me? Over a man?
She was crying hysterically by then.
Me: I didn’t expect to love him-!
Sihle: what the fuck were you doing around him long enough to catch
feelings?
I exhaled as I looked down.
Luphelo: uNcumo ulandelwe ndim. If you want to blame someone for
this relationship then blame me.
-I followed Ncumo.
Sihle: Luphelo you have to make a decision. Its either uketha mna… Your
blood or you choose pussy. What’s it going to be?
Senior: yho awam kethisa kakubi unyana Wam keh ngok Sihle.
-what a hard choice you’re giving my son.
Luphelo: I choose happiness Sihle. I’ve been stressed lately… Unable to
show off the fact that I’m happy because I’ve been worried about how
you’re going to feel but fuck that. I’ve also been trying to hide how you
were made because I’m a father but Sihle grow the fuck up and put two
and two together… Your mother abused me sexually and that’s how you
were created. So tell
me… If you were me… Would you deprive yourself of happiness any
longer when you’ve lived your whole life trying to get just a bit of it.
Sihle: good question Tata because I’ve needed you all of of my life and
this shit that you are doing with my best friend is depriving me of my
happiness. So I won’t allow it.
Luphelo: khange ndikbuze ukba uyavuma Sihle. I
choose uNcumo. -I didn’t ask you if you accept it. I
choose Ncumo. Sihle: I can’t…
She said as she ran out of the house in tears. Luthando followed Sihle as I
sat down on the floor and cried my eyes out. My mother walked out,
Lusanda and Majama walked upstairs whilst Luphelo and his father
continued eating.
Senior: Pabbles hambo thetha nomntanakho –
-go and talk to your child.
Luphelo: hay khame Timer.
Senior: kwedin ndiku bethe unye kwi dining room yakho keh
mnake. Hambo thetha nomntanakho.
-I will beat you in your own dining room. Go and talk to your child.
Luphelo got up and then he went upstairs instead of listening to his father’s
command.
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After I gathered enough strength to, I got up and then I went to the
bedroom. Luphelo was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the
window.
I went to fetch the dress I wore yesterday from the wardrobe and then put it
on the bed.
Luphelo: uya phi?
-where are you going?
Me: ndicela undiyeke Luphelo.
-please leave me alone.
He turned to face me with a raised eye brow.
Luphelo: Ncumo I have just lost a daughter over you. Don’t tell me to leave
you alone.
Me: akhange ndikcele wenze lento uyenzileyo. Don’t treat me like I owe
you anything.
-I didn’t ask you to do what you did.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: so what does this mean? You’re leaving me?
Me: yes… What the fuck were you thinking pulling a stunt like that
without even letting me know?
Luphelo: ngoba ebendiyazi ukba you’re going to be against it Ncumo. I had
to do what I thought was right for us.
Me: and what about Sihle?
Luphelo: Ncumo all I am to Sihle is a ATM. Not a father. She doesn’t see
me as one but today she will cry as if she just lost one. When I look at
her… I don’t feel like I’m with a daughter either.
Me: yazi yinton Luphelo Jama? I’m done with this relationship, okay? You
have shown me what lengths you’re willing to go just to have things go
your way. You act like you are the only one who lost someone and are not
even considering the fact that I lost a friend… A sister! But it’s all good
Jama…enjoy being alone.
I said as I undressed and then wore my dress.
Luphelo: ndicela ungandi shiyi Mamcethe.
-please don’t leave me.
I wore my shoes and when I was about to open the door Luphelo rushed to
stand in front of it.
Me: Luphelo suka!!
-move!!
Luphelo: ndiyakcela Ncumolwethu Sifora. Sukundi shiya ndizo phambana.
-I’m begging you. Don’t leave me. I’m going to go crazy.
Me: I don’t give a shit. Move.
He moved so I opened the door and then walked out.
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°° 3 weeks later °°
Luphelo has been hiding at JLS ever since we broke up so it took him two
weeks to come back to Jama Constructions.
He called a meeting at 10:00 am for his staff whilst looking clearly irritated.
Luphelo: when I started this company I had a vision… I wanted to build a
company filled with black people in suits… I wanted black people to realise
that you don’t need white people in your space in order to feel like you’ve
made it. I wanted black investors, black shareholders, black
people in management, black staff… And white construction workers.. But
now it seems like my vision to rectify the past is coming back to bite me in
the ass because black people are jealous of each other. You refuse to help
one another because you all want to get my attention so you throw one
another under the bus now knowing that you’re playing with my money. So
if I come here again to babysit grown ups then someone is getting fired. I’ll
even make a lucky draw. Am I clear?
Us: yes boss.
Luphelo: right so… Listen something happened in my life. And I’m still
trying to recover from it… Recover from her… But I’m stepping away from
the responsibility of being a CEO of Jama Construction.
Litha: for how long?
Luphelo: andiyazi…as long as it takes to heal. But yeah… I bought food
for all of you… I’m not sure when it will be here but by lunchtime you will
have it. Enjoy your day.
He said before hurrying out of the room. Everybody was left wondering
who this woman is that broke Luphelo Jama’s heart. Ovayo took my hand
and then he led me out to my office and then he closed the door behind
me.
Ovayo: Ncumo don’t get me wrong I’m not exactly a fan of you and
Luphelo being together but the man loves you… Why would you hurt him
like that?
Me: Ovayo please stay in your lane. You have no idea what happened.
He exhaled.
Ovayo: I don’t think whatever happened is worth losing a man that loves
you as much as Ta Phelo loves you. I’m sure the entire company was
shocked to see him in that state… Uzibonele nawe what they were saying.
Ta Phelo is arrogant, he’s narcissistic at times and he’s savage but today
he looked like he wanted to cry. For you Ncumo. Give him a break.
He said before walking out of my office and then closing the door shut.
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At the end of the week, I was invited to go clubbing
With a group of Ovayo’s friends and some of their girlfriends. We decided
to go to the Black Impala where we got settled. Ovayo was my date so
there were 4 other couples there with us. We probably were there for a
half an hour because Luphelo Jama walked in with anotherWoman. My
mouth hung open so much that Ovayo followed the trail of my eyes which
led him to Luphelo and his date. He didn’t see me but I could tell by how
he looked around that he felt like he was being watched.
I looked at the bitch he was with and I was green with envy. Bitch was
rocking a wig while I had braids on and she was quite tall, she was just an
inch shorter than Luphelo with heels on and
she had a beautiful manicure. Bitch had nice brows, a nice tattoo on her
arm and the bitch had a nice smile. Bitch got nice skin.
Ovayo: relax Ncumo.
Me: yindoda yam Ovayo leyana.
-that’s my man.
I said as I got up and then I went to Luphelo’s table..
Me: molo LJ.
-hello.
Luphelo seemed shocked to see me. But not excited.
Luphelo: Ncumolwethu.
Me: Molo sisi. Mna ndingu Majama.
-I am Majama.
Akhona: I’m Akhona.
Me: nice to meet you. Did Luphelo tell you that we have a child together
that he doesn’t see because she has autism?
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
Akhona: Luphelo yinyani Lena?
-is this true?
Luphelo: ndiyaqhala uyiva mna lento.
-this is my first time hearing this.
Me: uyamphika uSihle ngoku? Jonga sisi Nantsi
picture yakhe--you’re denying Sihle now? Look
here is her picture-I took my phone out but she
stopped me.
Akhona: there’s no need sisi. I’m done with this jerk.
She said as she took her drink and threw it on Luphelo who was so chilled
on his seat.
Luphelo: ngu G Star Raw ke lona ke mqund wakho.
-this is G star raw you asshole.
He said as she walked away. Only Luphelo can cuss with a straight face.
He focused on the stain on his t-shirt before looking back at me.
Luphelo: ufuna ntoni kum Ncumo?
-what do you want from me?
Me: I’m sorry I left you Luphelo. I was just caught up in the way you did
things to realize the sacrifice you were making.
Luphelo: so ndi thini mna?
-so what should I do?
Me: I want you back Jama…Mqocwa, Tiyeka, Butsolo bentonga.
Ndixolele Jojo, Zikhali Mazembe… Ucelwa ndim Mbizana.
Luphelo: undityela ixesha kanjani Ncumo. Khame ndiye ku Akhona
ayondipha impundu.
-you’re wasting my time. Let me go to Akhona so she can give me ass.
Me: zikhona nje ezam. Ndinga khupha Zona.
-mine are available. I can give them to you .
I could see a smile threatening to form on the sides of his mouth but he
was very controlled.
Luphelo: bendizam tyela egarage uAkhona. I don’t have time for your
Queen shit.
-I was going to fuck her in the garage.
Me: I don’t care Luphelo. Masambe.
-let’s go.
I said as I got up and then I walked out.. Luphelo followed behind me
and then unlocked the Tiguan for us.
I climbed in on the passenger seat and then closed the door.
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He drove to his place and then he parked. We both climbed out and then
he locked the car before opening the door. In the living room, Sihle was
sitting cross legged on the couch whilst eating popcorn. When she saw
me me she immediately got off.
Luphelo: Sihle! Ndicela uzapha.
-please come here.
Sihle: Luphelo uthe kum andizo phinde ndim bone.
-you said I won’t see her again.
Luphelo: Ucelwa ndim Matiyeka.
-I’m begging you.
She looked at me in the eyes before exhaling. She then went back to
sit on the couch and Luphelo and I eased into doing the same.
Luphelo: niyayazi phof ukba ndiyanithanda?
-do you both know that I love you?
We replied mentally.
Luphelo: Sihle my approach to you was wrong. I’ve apologized about this
already but I owe you a lot of apologies. My actions weren’t that of a
father… And for that I’m sorry. I’ve just been going through a lot of shit… I
Lived an empty life because of what your mother did to me. I’m 33 years
old but I’m friends with people that are barely 30 Because my peers are
married… They have children but I can’t even call a woman back after
sleeping with her because sex ruins things. But I took a risk with Ncumo
and after I slept with her-
Sihle: yho ha.a Luphelo fast forward.
Luphelo: uxolo. Point is I’m still with her. And I would like to still be with her.
Sihle: Luphelo… I understand that you were molested and I don’t take
that lightly but this is my best friend. We grew up together… This is the
person I used to have play dates with. Chase butterflies with… Share toys
with. We sat next to each other on the mat during pre school. We
graduated together… Twice. And now she’s sleeping with my father. How
do you think I’m supposed to process that?
Luphelo: Sihle…I managed to love and accept you after everything
that happened. Your feelings are still Important to me after
everything. Please accept us.
Sihle looked at us and then exhaled.
Sihle: Luphelo I don’t give a fuck about what you two have going on.
Dyolani but what I will not do is to be friends with her again. Ya’ll chose
each other right? Nobody needs me.
She said as she got off the couch and then stormed up to her bedroom.
Luphelo bit the corner of his bottom lip to symbolize that he was deep in
thought.
Me: u right?
-are you alright?
Luphelo: iza ndiku goduse.
-let me take you home.
Me: haibo Luphelo ngoba?
-Luphelo why?
Luphelo: I need to focus on my daughter. I can’t keep breaking her heart
over someone that will jump ship whenever the going gets tough.
Me: Luphelo what did you expect me to do after the way you treated Sihle?
I thought she was either going to find out for herself or you were going to
break it to her in a respectful manner. I didn’t think you were going to do it
like that.
Luphelo: Ncumo Sihle spoke to me on that very same day because of how
I did things..
Uyamazi uSihle unjani.. If I had given her a choice ngese qhumbile
nangoku.
-you know what Sihle is like.
Me: you could have at least told me and prepared me if you were so Damn
decided.
Luphelo: I don’t need this.
He said as he walked out of the house leaving me alone in the living
room. I decided to go looking for his daughter So I knocked on her
bedroom door.
Sihle: hambonya Ncumolwethu.
-you can go take a dump.
Me: Sihle please it’s been a month of us not talking.
Sihle: bulindele ntoni wena xawu lala no Tatam?
-what did you expect when you’re sleeping with my father?
Me: kodwa chomi your father is actually the first man to treat me like a
queen.
Sihle: nyan?
-really?
Me: yeah… Sihle u Luphelo is young and he’s attractive and he has
money.. He can get any woman he wants out there but he chose me and
we’ve been best friends since forever so I’m sure you can understand why
he chose me. Chomi I love him. So fucking much.. Luphelo is funny… He’s
charming… He’s sweet and gets along with my mother… Even when he’s
angry at me he will call me “mntuwam” and it just makes me wonder what
will I ever do without him. But mntase when he did that to you… I just
couldn’t be with him anymore. I left Luphelo because of you. I chose you
from the start… He can tell you but I changed my mind when he told me
what happened to him.
Sihle was crying from the other side of the door.
Me: I love you chomi. And I know your father loves you… He loves you
more than he loves me.
He just wants us to have a chance and that’s why he treated you the way
that he did.
I heard her bedroom door opening and then my friend came out. She
opened her arms out to me and then invited me into a hug.
Sihle: you can be with him on these conditions Ncumo: 1) I receive enough
daddy-daughter time. 2) I don’t hear a word of your relationship nor see a
thing that reminds me that you two are dating. 3) don’t spend my dads
money. Okay?
Me: uhm okay… Fair enough.
Sihle: great.
She said as her smile widened.
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Luphelo came back in the early hours of the morning. He didn’t ask for
sex this time and I couldn’t help but to feel like maybe he had gone back
to Akhona and got what he wanted from her.
Sihle was already gone by the time I was up. I looked at her status on
What’sApp and she had posted that she was on her way to Durban for a
Baecation so she would be back in a week. I put my phone down then I
made breakfast for myself and then I watched television. Once I was done
eating, I washed my dishes and then went up to the bedroom where
Luphelo was on the phone.
Luphelo: hay wethu andiyazi liphela laphi eliyana mna. Yayazi Mos xaku
shushu athatha ngo xhaphaka amaphela kodwa sabe sisathini sim
share’isha nawo lomhlaba. (laughs) mamela funeka ndihambile ngok.
Ndizok bona.
-I don’t know what cockroach that is. You know when it’s hot they become
abundant but what can we do when we share the world with them… Listen
I have to leave now. I will see you.
All Xhosa people know that once someone talks about a cockroach, they
are actually talking about someone that is annoying and if Luphelo was
talking to Akhona then it’s clear that I am the cockroach.
He hung up and then he looked at me.
Luphelo: hey.
Me: you look awfully energetic for someone who has been out drinking all
night.
Luphelo: Ncumo I drink expensive alcohol and I dash with expensive
juice that is high in vitamins and minerals therefore I never get
hangovers.
Me: hm I see…ndim iphela?
-am I the cockroach?
Luphelo: hehake National Geographic.
Me: Luphelo uye wabuyela ku Akhona Izolo?
-you went back to Akhona Yesterday right?
Luphelo: Ncumo when I’m with you every other woman on earth becomes
non existent.
Me: yes or no?
I rolled my eyes.
Luphelo: no. I was with my brothers.
Me: okay… Uhm I spoke to Sihle. She forgives me.
Luphelo: really?
I nodded and he exhaled.
Luphelo: ndiyavuya Ntikazi. I need to call her though. I can’t take it for
granted that she is okay with everything.
-I’m happy.
Me: okay. I’m leaving now. I have to go back home.
Luphelo: okay.
Me: yeah… I will just call an Uber.
Luphelo: no problem.
He said as he turned himself back around and then fell asleep.
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When I arrived at home, Mom was in her bedroom with Joy so I greeted
from the passage and then stayed in my bedroom all day. Mom cooked
chicken but I didn’t like the smell of it so I told her I was just going to eat
bread instead.
I went back to bed where I was thinking about the way that Luphelo was
treating me. It was as if he no longer saw a need for me anymore because
I didn’t want to come home. I just wanted him to beg me to stay but he
didn’t and that bothered me. It’s as if he knew that I was thinking about him
because he called me.
Me: hello?
Luphelo: hey… Ndisando vuka ndakhumbula ukba buhambe nge Uber so I
wanted to check if u Right.
-I just woke up and remembered that you left with an Uber so I wanted to
check if you’re alright.
Me: to be honest Luphelo… Yes I’m at home safely but Luphelo the
situation between us is worrying me. It’s like you’re no longer the lover that
you once were to me and I’m afraid that this is now our
Reality.
Luphelo: I’m sorry. Kalok Ncumo nam ndingumntu and I didn’t take what
you did lightly when you left me. I understand that what I did with Sihle
wasn’t part of the plan but you could have stuck around to see if it was
going to work.
-I’m human too.
Me: I know and I’m never going to put you through that again. I’m sorry.
Luphelo: masiye kwi date ebusuku. Ngo 8.
-lets go on a date at night.
Me: okay baby.
Luphelo: uMamakho yena uzokwazi ukuza?
-will your mother be able to come?
Me: I don’t think so… Mam Joy is here.
Luphelo: okay ke. See you later sthandwa Sam.
Me: later. Bye.
Luphelo: bye.
I hung up and then smiled to myself.
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Sihle called me at about 5 pm in the evening.
Me: Matiyeka?
Sihle: hey unjani?
-how are you?
Me: good thanks and yourself?
Sihle: I’m okay. I’ve been calling my Dad for the past 10 minutes but
akaphenduli. Is he with you?
-he’s not answering.
Me: No he’s not with me right now. Is this important because I could-
Sihle: It’s not that important but I applied for a transfer to Grahamstown so
that I could study my LLB at Rhodes. And I got accepted.
My jaw dropped.
Me: Sihle are you leaving because of us-
Sihle: yes… No… I mean Ncumo Rhodes is the best school of law Luphelo
even said it himself. I applied way before I found out about you two…so I’m
taking the offer. Grahamstown is not too far so you can always come and
visit me.
Tears fell from my eyes.
Me: Sihle I’m so sorry. If there’s anything you want from me-
Sihle: chomi relax… I know Luphelo has a slick tongue I’m even mad at the
fact that he’s my father so I can’t date him. But if I could… You know I
wouldn’t hesitate. I can understand how and why you fell in love… You
dumping him because of how he treated me speaks volumes. I’m still…
Angry and upset but this is life. I also need to be considerate of Young
Luphelo in all of this. If you give him the happiness and stability that he
never had… Then hey I need to grow a pair and be strong.
I wiped my tears and then exhaled.
Me: good luck on that side chomi.
Sihle: thank you mntase. I have to go now Bulelani is complaining. Bye.
Me: tell him I say hi. Bye chomi.
We hung up so I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
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In the evening, I prepared myself for my date with my man and then drove
to Primi Piatti where we were going to have our date. He was already there
when I arrived and I appreciate the fact that Luphelo never keeps a lady
waiting. He stood up when I arrived to hug, kiss and compliment me. He
got seated after I sat down. A waitress came to give us our menu’s and
she was totally into my man but Luphelo couldn’t see anything.
Waitress: we do have seafood starters so you could maybe order some
snails or some prawns depending on what you like.
She said as she put her arm on the small of his back.
Me: sisi ndicela ususe ingalo yakho kumqolo we ndodayam. Yonke lento
uyenza phamkwam uziqhonda ukba uyandi qhela.
-please remove your arm from my man’s back. You’re doing all of this in
front of me to prove that you’re disrespecting me.
Waitress: xolo my darlie. I didn’t even realize what I’m doing. Askies.
She was mocking me and honestly I had no time for this.
Me: masambe Jama.
-let’s go.
Luphelo: siyephi ngoku?
-where should we go now?
Me: no McDonald’s is better than this.
I said as I packed up my stuff and then stormed out. Luphelo followed me
out to the parking lot as I walked past the car, crossed the street and then
made it onto the bridge.
Luphelo: Ncumo kwenzeka ntoni ngawe? Are you seriously tripping over
that woman? Have you seen yourself?
-what’s going on with you?
The tears fell down my eyes.
Me: Luphelo uSihle uyahamba and it’s all because of us. I crushed her
dreams of having a father. What kind of a friend am I?
He exhaled as he came to sit down next to me.
Luphelo: uzondi lahla kwa khona?
-are you going to dump me again?
I shook my head.
Luphelo: great… Now stop blaming yourself for what we have going on. I
love you.
Me: I love you too.
We hugged and then we kissed before looking at the view of
Summerstrand and its restaurants.
We saw two people that looked like Aunt Nolwazi and Luyanda coming
from the Boardwalk.
Luphelo: what the hell is going on here?
He said as he took his Huawei P30 and then he zoomed into them using
the camera. We could see them as clear as day, as they walked out
together and parted ways to get into their cars without even saying
goodbye to each other.
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Luphelo called Luthando whilst we were in the car. It was cold outside
so we had to move. Luthando: ntwana?
Luphelo: bhuti Ndisando bona u Luyanda apha eBoardwalk ehamba no
Nolwazi.
-Brother I just saw Luyanda here at the Boardwalk and he was with
Nolwazi.
Luthando: ufuna ntoni ebu crustyini?
-whats he doing at Crusty?
Luphelo: andiyazi but the encounter seemed a bit tense. Inoba baya tyana.
-they are probably having sex with each other.
Luthando: yeah… Ndizo thetha naye Pabbles. Akakwazi ubane relationship
with that family after everything that they have put us through. It’s
insensitive to you.
-I’ll talk to him.
Luphelo: enkosi bhuti.
-thank you brother.
Luthando: alright. Ndiyakthanda ntwana Uyayazi ndi njani ngawe.
-I love you boy you know how I feel about you.
Luphelo: uthandwa ndim Grotie.
-you’re loved by me Biggie.
Luthando: sharp ke. Good night.
Luphelo: Good night.
He hung up and then he faced me.
Luphelo: siyotya phi?
-where should we eat?
Me: I don’t know. I don’t even feel like eating Jama. It’s like everything
smells terribly. Even the smell of being at Primi was too much for me.
He raised his eyebrow.
Luphelo: so? What should we do?
Me: ndi goduse and I’ll just sleep.
I exhaled and he Knew I wanted to go home with him but just
playing hard to get. Luphelo: ndicela sigoduke kunye
Mamcethe? -can we please go home together?

I nodded whilst smiling and he kissed me. I got out of the car and then went
into my own where I called my mother when I was inside.
Mom: my smile?
Me: hey mommy andizo buya va.
-I’m not coming home.
Mom: hay njani kodwa bendizi xelele ndizo lala

nawe namhlanje. -how but I told myself that I’m

going to sleep next to you today? Me: oh imkile

icherrie yakho ufuna ulala namu ngoku.

-your girlfriend is gone and now you want to sleep next to me now?
She laughed.
Mom: ugxothwe ndim kanti Kuba ndithe kuye ndifuna ulala nawe.
-I sent her away because I told her I want to sleep next to you.
Me: I’ll sleep next to you tomorrow mommy.
Mom: okay. I love you and enjoy your night.
Me: I love you too mommy. Good night.
I hung up and then put my phone down.
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We arrived at Humewood and got settled. Luphelo recommended that we
watch Breaking In so we cuddled in bed whilst watching the movie and
eating popcorns.
Luphelo: sthandwa sam?
Me: yes?
Luphelo: ndiyak khumbula.
-I miss you.
I turned around to face him.
Me: ndilapha nje.
-I’m here.
Luphelo: no you’re not Ncumo. Si stress?
Me: yeah… I thought if Sihle finds out then we would be happier but
it’s not the case. I’m miserable.
Luphelo: Majama we’re free now. We can watch movies together in the
cinema, you can post our pictures on Instagram… We can do everything
that we wanted to do and more. Sihle will be okay… Grahamstown will be
a good place for her to regroup.
I smiled.
Me: I love you.
Luphelo: uthandwa ndimu Ntikazi.
He pulled me closer to his body and the contact my breasts made with his
chest was painful.
Me: yho ha.a Tiyeka my breasts hurt.
Luphelo: khulula ibhodi kalok.
-take your bra off.
Me: sendiy khululile babe. Ndizo khulula iskipa.
-I have already taken it off. I’m going to take my t-shirt off.
Luphelo: okay.
I took my t-shirt off and then lay on my back whilst my breasts were
exposed. My nipples were hard and this feeling was foreign.
Me: yho ha.a baby I legit don’t know what’s happening with my breasts.
Luphelo: ndize ne ice?
-should I bring ice?
I laughed at his suggestion. Luphelo probably thinks I’m suffering from a
bruise.
Me: no baby I’ll be fine. Let’s just watch the movie.
Luphelo: okay.
He said before kissing the side of my face.
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When I woke up in the morning, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I
didn’t feel like making bacon and eggs so instead I just made pancakes
with honey on top. I made coffee for us then I went to serve Luphelo’s
breakfast in bed. I woke him up with a kiss so he went to brush his teeth
and then took his breakfast.
Me: uzobuyela nini emsebenzini?
-when are you coming back to work?
Luphelo: maybe next month. I’m still enjoying this not working thing. I have
more time to think about what to do next in terms of my businesses. I want
to grow my assets Ncumo. I can’t do that when my head in stuck in the
sand.
Me: okay. Have you made a decision about my idea?
Luphelo: yes… I’m going to use it. I still need to contact the investors and
let them know.
Me: Okay. Listen baby ndizohamba in like… 20 minutes. Otherwise
I’m going to be late for work.
Luphelo: you still haven’t thought about moving in with me?
Me: talk to my mother. If she gives you permission then I don’t mind.
Luphelo: ndizo zama ukuya emsebenzini wakhe during her lunch time.
-I’m going to try to go to her workplace.
Me: okay babe.
We chilled and spoke a bit until his phone rang. It was a call from
Luthando.
Luphelo: Mkhuluwa?
-big brother?
Luthando: Mninawa ndithethile keh no Mkhuluwa wethu. I told him I want
us to all meet at home so that this issue can be discussed in the presence
of Mom and Dad.
-Little brother I spoke to our big brother.
Luphelo: uvumile ke u Luyanda?
-Did Luyanda agree?
Luthando: yes. The meeting will be held at 7 pm.
Luphelo: okay. I’ll be there.
Luthando: sharp keh. Bye.
Luphelo: bye.
He hung up so I took our things downstairs and then prepared to leave.
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My day was going reasonably well until Ovayo barged into my office
unannounced.
Me: kwenzeka ntoni ngoku Ovayo?
-whats going on?
Ovayo: awandi menya on Friday Ncumolwethu.
-you humiliated me on Friday.
I exhaled.
Me: Ovayo I’m sorry. I didn’t think that Luphelo was going to be there.
Ovayo: this isn’t about uTa Phelo Ncumo. It’s about you using people
when you need them and when you’re done with them, you drop them like
a hot iron.
I exhaled.
Me: it’s really not that deep. I was going through somethings in my
relationship and if you thought there was some hope between us then you
were wrong. I’m with Luphelo now… And that’s how it’s going to be until
he decides otherwise because I am not changing my mind about him.
He shook his head before my door opened. It was Lusanda.
Lusanda: is this a bad time?
Me: no come in… Ovayo we’ll talk later.
Ovayo: mxm.
He said as he walked out and Lusanda walked in. I hugged her then we sat
down.
Me: mntase should I get something for you?
Lusanda: no babes I’m okay. Ndiqonde qha ukba mandizok bona.
Sigqhibelene kudala.
-I thought I should see you. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.
Me: I know and I’m sorry about that. It’s just that this whole Sihle thing
kinda flipped my world upside down and I had to regroup.
Lusanda: yeah…I mean to be honest Luphelo discussed this thing with
us before he did it. I didn’t believe it was going to work if he cornered
her like that but… Here we are.
Me: I wish he could have told me. I was mad at the fact that he didn’t
consider our relationship that’s almost 20 years long when he did it. He
could have at least done it when I was at home.
Lusanda nodded.
Lusanda: iphi ibhodi Ncumo?
-where is your bra?
Me: uhm I didn’t wear one namhlanje because my breasts are painful. I
need to buy bra pads today.
She smiled a bit.
Lusanda: Luphelo told me that you’re not yourself lately and apparently
pancakes were on the menu although you love your bacon and eggs.
Me: Luphelo needs to go back to work Yaz.
I said as we both laughed.
Lusanda: Ncumo… Come the fuck on!! Wake up!! You’re pregnant.
Me: hay hay hay Lusanda. I’m not pregnant. I’m just going through a
phase. Ndizoba right.
-I will be alright.
Lusanda: I bought you a pregnancy test babes. Please use it.
She took a ClearBlu pregnancy test from her bag and then passed it
over it to me. I took and then put it in my drawer.
Me: enkosi.
-thank you.
Lusanda: no problem babes. Take my number and then let me know what
is says.
I took her number and then exhaled.
Me: does Jama suspect that I’m pregnant?
Lusanda: mxm Wethu lowo ucinga une ringworm.
-that one thinks you have a ringworm.
We laughed at
How arbitrary this was.
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After work I went to the bank to apply for a loan of R150 000 because I
wanted to buy a new car. I was tired of driving a mere Kia Picanto next to a
man whose cheapest car is the latest VW Tiguan. I had no idea which car I
wanted but all that I knew was that my budget was going to be 150k.
On my way back home Luphelo called me.
Me: baby?
Luphelo: mntuwam I spoke to your mother today about the moving in issue.
She turned it down.
Me: did she tell you why?
Luphelo: she says we aren’t married.
I exhaled.
Me: uhm okay… I guess I expected that.
Luphelo: it’s fair… But now we can put that idea to bed..
Me: I suppose. I just came from the bank to make a loan for a car.
Luphelo: wow mntuwam. I’m actually really impressed with the fact that
you want to get a new car kodwa Ntikazi bendithe kuwe I will buy a new
car for you.
-I told you that I’m going to buy a new car for you.
Me: and I said I don’t want you to baby. You’re my boyfriend not my
blesser. I can maintain myself..
Luphelo: have you decided which car you want?
Me: no I haven’t. But my budget is R150 000 so I will go car shopping
maybe on Friday.
Luphelo: ndicela ukukhapha.
-can I please come with you?
Me: of course baby.
Luphelo: okay enkosi.
We spoke until I arrived at home. Mom was at home by then and she was
cooking dinner..
Me: hey mommy.
Mom: hey. Ncumo ukxelele uJama ukba uzile wazondi bona?
-did he tell you that he came to see me.
Me: yes and you turned him down.
Mom: I think any mother would back me up on this Ncumo. I’m not
about to let you exhaust what you have to give as a wife to a boyfriend.
Me: I understand.
I said as I walked to my bedroom. Mom probably thought I was upset when
I just wanted to be alone so that I could test if I’m pregnant or not. So I got
out of my work clothes, wore my pyjama and then went to the bathroom
with my pee stick in the pocket of my gown. I locked the door and then I
urinated on the stick and waited. That was the longest 3 minutes of my life.
I was anxious, scared and excited… I couldn’t wait to see the results so I
said an internal prayer begging God to let his will for my life be fulfilled
through this pregnancy test. After due time, the wait was over so I looked
down at the pee stick and saw the word “Pregnant”.
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I stared at my positive pregnancy test for so long that I started crying. It
was too soon for me to already be pregnant for Luphelo. Yes him and I
love one another and yes… Luphelo is not the type of man to abandon his
child but that still didn’t mean it was the right time to introduce a baby into
this relationship. I wanted us to have enough time to know each other…
And I ruined that by falling pregnant. I was so overwhelmed… So anxious
that I told myself I was going to keep this pregnancy as a secret.
Mom: Ncumo! U Right?
-are you alright?
Me: Yes mommy I’m okay.
Mom: are you sure?
Me: yeah.
Mom: okay. Your food is ready.
Me: I’m not hungry mommy.
Mom: okay.
She left so I got up and then washed my face. I walked into my
bedroom and then I sent Lusanda a text message: hey Lusanda
ndim uNcumo. I’m not pregnant.
I lied. I exhaled and then hid my pregnancy test in my bag which I keep in
my wardrobe. I then went to sit on my bed and caressed my stomach. My
heart was beating so quickly… I thought about my stomach getting bigger
and the thought of Luphelo’s smile brought a smile onto my face.
Mommy went to bed and Luphelo called me again.
Me: Jama?
Luphelo: I’m outside. Ndicela uphume.
-please come out.
Me: okay.
I hung up and then walked out to his waiting car. He came in the X6 M
so I climbed into the passenger seat and then closed the door.
Luphelo: bukhala?
-were you crying?
Me: no… I’m just tired.
Luphelo: uMamakho uthi kum wena awutyi.
-your mother said to me that you aren’t eating.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: you two need to get a life honestly.
Luphelo: you are my life Ncumolwam. That’s why I brought you some food
I know you won’t say no to.
He took out a box of Debonairs Creamy Chicken Real Deal pizza. It was
all I needed to kick start my appetite recovery process and the fact that
this man came all this way just to make sure that I have eaten made me
emotional. I cried and Luphelo didn’t understand what was happening
with me.
Luphelo: baby wam? Utheni? Talk to me. Whatever it is… I will be with you
through it all.
I shook my head as he wiped my tears.
Me: I think I’m close to my period that’s all.
Luphelo: okay… Call me if you need your meds. I’ll bring them va?
I nodded before kissing him. He took some juice out for me when I started
eating and then took pictures of me. He posted one on WhatsApp and his
caption was “akasa phangi lomntu bekuthiwa uyaghula. Ama cherrie ethu
madoda”. I laughed at his caption whilst wondering why him and I rarely
use WhatsApp to communicate… We always call one another.
After eating, he gave me a plastic filled with junk food just to comfort me.
Luphelo: ndikthengele no teddy bear mntuwam. Ukwi backseat.
-I got you a teddy bear. It’s on the backseat.
I looked on the backseat and there was a white teddy bear on the backseat
which I couldn’t wait to cuddle with so I climbed over to his side and then I
straddled him. I was horny so I made out with him whilst unzipping his
pants. I heard him reaching for the arm rest where he pulled out a condom
which I took and threw on the passenger seat.
Luphelo: Ncumo I’m fertile.
Me: I’ll use the morning after pill.
He still took the condom from the seat and then he wore it. I was so upset
at the fact that he insisted on us using it but I could not come clean about
my pregnancy. Not now so when he was ready I climbed on his penis
which I rode. We fucked until he came so he wrapped his used condom in
a tissue and then he exhaled. We both sat on our seats in silence whilst
breathing heavily. I looked at the side of his face, I was just so in love with
this man. It tempted me to tell the truth so I had to go back into the house.
Me: Luphelo I have to go to bed ngoku.
Luphelo: baby after one round?
Me: xolo I will make it up to you.
I took my teddy bear and junk food then I climbed out of the car but
Luphelo came out of the car to meet me outside.
Luphelo: Ncumo what’s going on with you?
Me: good night Luphelo.
I said as I walked into the house and then locked behind me. I went into
my bedroom and then cried myself to sleep.
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I woke up in the morning feeling like my body had just been beaten. I was
tired but I had to go to work so I took a bath and then got dressed. Mommy
woke up when I was making lunch.
Mom: Ncumo uJama is worried about you. Oko endi cela kuWhatsApp
ukba ndiku jonge.
-he’s been asking me On WhatsApp to keep an eye on you.
Me: Mom I’m not a baby. Luphelo needs to chill.
Mom: you have a caring boyfriend and wena uthi he must just chill?
Ncumolwethu what the hell is going on with you?
Me: nothing wethu Mama I’m just tired of being treated like a little baby
when I’m about to have… When I’m about to have one of the best years
of my life financially. I even applied for a loan so that I could buy a car.
I said as a distraction.
Mom: nyan Ncumo? What kind of a car do you want?
Me: I don’t know. Anything that doesn’t make me look broke next to
Luphelo.
Mom: yincame ke leyo.
-you can give up on that.
She said as she laughed on her way to the bathroom. I was so irritated
that I just took my lunch and then drove to work without telling her that I
was leaving.
When I arrived at work, I had a bunch of flowers waiting for me on the
reception desk.
Receptionist: Ncumolwethu you have a delivery for all of these flowers.
It looked like a jungle on her desk. I cradled my belly as I approached
the card that was left which was clearly read. He wrote in his
handwriting:
Ntikazi.
.
I hope these flowers will show you how serious I am about wanting to
understand and heal your pain. I don’t know what it is that you’re going
through but I hope you can trust me enough to open up to me. I love you
more than I love myself.
.
Luphelo Jama
.
He wrote his name out because he wanted people to know that him and
I are together and to make no mistake about it because he knew that the
card was going to be read.
Receptionist: udyola no Luphelo wena kanti?
-you are dating Luphelo.
Me: ayise cace.
-Its so obvious.
I said as I took an armful of my flowers at a time to my office and then I
called my man to say thank you.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
Luyanda canceled on us yesterday so we had to have the meeting today.
I was already annoyed but this meeting had to happen so that I could
know what was going on with Luyanda who arrived 45 minutes later than
we had agreed. Mom was pissed about that.
Mom: jonga Luyanda sukusi lindisa apha ingathi silinde uMotsepe.
-don’t make us wait as if we are waiting for Motsepe.
Lusanda: kungasi boni apha kuye.
-he just doesn’t respect us.
Luyanda: I’m sorry.
He said as he sat down next to our father.
Mom: Luyanda ufuna ntoni ku Nolwazi?
-what do you want from Nolwazi?
Luyanda: niks Mama we just met at the Boardwalk.
Me: I just wanna know why is it that ever since Sihle came into my life…
You’re now being seen with her aunt and you broke into my house and
stole my toothbrush and hairbrush.
Luyanda: yeses inomlomo mos la trits u Ncumo-
-damn that trick Ncumo has a big mouth-
Lusanda: Rhaaaaa!!
I buried my face in my hands before looking back at him.
Luphelo: Luyanda… Thetha njalo kwakhona nge Pillar uzobona ndizak
thini.
-talk about the pillar like that again and you’ll see what I’m going to do to
you.
Luthando: xolo Pabbles ntwana akayazi ukuba yi 560 leya. Subanomsindo
Kalok Tiyeka.
-I’m sorry Pabbles he doesn’t know that’s your 560. Don’t be angry Tiyeka.
I exhaled before looking back at Luthando’s face and felt calm.
Me: makaphendule umbuzo lomntu.
-let this person answer the question.
Luyanda: I needed money so I broke into your place but ended up seeing
your tooth brush and hair brush so I took them with since I saw they were
new.
Me: I had a 46k stack and you only took R1000 from it? And Luyanda
awukho broke fondin suxoka. You took the R1000 as an excuse…a
cover up in case you get caught.
-you aren’t broke don’t lie.
He exhaled.
Luyanda: haike andiyazi ufuna ndi thini.
-I don’t know what you want me to say.
Lusanda: you wanted to have a DNA testing for Sihle right?
Luyanda: why would I want that when Nondwe slept with Luphelo and not
me?
Lusanda: suxoka mahn bhuti! It has taken me years to make sense
of this memory but I remember… You and Nondwe… She raped you
too Luyanda.
-don’t lie bhuti!
Luyanda: I WAS NEVER RAPED LUSANDA!!
Lusanda: YES YOU WERE. JUST TELL THE TRUTH LUYANDA NO
ONE IS GOING TO JUDGE YOU!!
Luyanda broke down on his chair while I sat with my leg crossed over the
other.
Me: So Mkhuluwa… If she did the same thing to you it means you lied to
me when you told me that she isn’t capable of doing something like that.
Meaning if you weren’t quiet… I wouldn’t have been raped either. So you
threw me under the bus.
I was fuming inside but I had to keep a cool and collected front for the sake
of my sanity.
Luyanda didn’t reply… He just cried on his seat along with every member
of the Jama family.
Me: Is Sihle yours?
Luyanda: the test came out as not a match. And I heard that… Before you
did the ceremony for her… You made her do a DNA test that came out as
you being the father.
Me: so she’s really mine?
He nodded.
Senior: we need to see these results. Ulixoki kwedin. Asino themba nto
kuwe.. Lo Sihle umosha ubomi buka Luphelo. Akonwabanga unyana wam.
Sifuna ubona I proof.
-you’re a liar boy.. We can’t trust anything from you. This Sihle is ruining
Luphelo’s life. My son is not happy. We want to see proof.
Luyanda nodded and that was my cue so I got up and then I walked out of
the house.
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I went to sit at the beach where I just watched the waves to clear my head.
It was night time and the view was spectacular. I felt someone tap my
shoulder and I almost died from shock but I’m always chilled so at least I
was not a bitch about it. I didn’t scream.. It was Ncumo..
Me: undifumene njani?
-how did you find me?
Ncumo: your location was on so I figured I should track you since you
weren’t replying to my calls.
She smiled so I laughed. She didn’t seem sure about my reaction towards
her decision to track me down but I literally have nothing to hide so maka
track’e umntu wakhe ubaby when needs be.
Ncumo: are you okay?
A tear fell from my eyes.
Me: Luyanda knew that Nondwe was abusive… But akazange
andimele Ncumo. Ndinje… Kungenxa yakhe now I have a whole
daughter because of it.
-he never stood up for me. I’m like this because
of him. Ncumo: imagine if she wasn’t here…
Would you have met me?
It was the first time in my life that I have ever felt like there was a
positive to what I went through. Maybe… Just maybe this was all part
of God’s grand plan to make me find a good woman that I’m going to
treat right because I know what it took for me to get her.
Me: you just saved me from a lot of why me’s.
Ncumo: Look Luphelo I know I let you down when I left you but you can rest
assured that I love you and I won’t repeat that mistake. I have your best
interests at heart… There is nothing that I want more than to see us grow
and prosper… And maybe even in the near future start our own family. Have
a baby… And be happy. I can and I will give you that baby.
I smiled before giving her a kiss. I kissed her and then kissed her forehead.
Me: let’s go skinny dipping.
Ncumo: hay hay Luphelo tyini.
Me: ndiyakcela…you only live once.
-please.
She exhaled before undressing next to me. I did the same before we ran
onto the sand and into the cold water naked.
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I didn’t sleep over at Humewood after being with Luphelo. I went back
home and that was strange to him because he knows how much I enjoy
going to bed with him. But I couldn’t give
into that temptation because then I would end up telling him that I’m
pregnant. I didn’t know exactly what it was that made me decide to hide
this pregnancy… I guess I was just scared. After all my mother told me
that my father was the perfect lover until she fell pregnant… Babies can
make or break a relationship. And I was scared of this baby being our
downfall.
When I arrived at home Lusanda called me. I picked up.
Me: hey sisi.
Lusanda: mntase sorry I was out of data. I just saw your message now.
Me: yeah well…I’m not pregnant.
Lusanda: after all of those symptoms Ncumo? No… You’re pregnant but
choosing to hide the pregnancy.
Me: what reason in the world do I have to hide it?
Lusanda: you tell me since you’re hiding.
Me: I will send you a picture of my pregnancy test then.
Lusanda: no… We’ll go to the doctor. You could get your mother to pee
on it or something so I don’t trust you.
You legit can never lie to a Jama.
Me: okay I will let you know when I’m free.
Lusanda: okay baby. Good night.
Me: good night.
I said before hanging up. I sent Luphelo a good night text then I went to
bed.
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It was raining in the morning when I woke up and I already knew where I
was going to sleep tonight. I just needed to remind myself to not say a
word to Luphelo about this baby. I took a shower, got dressed and then
ate breakfast with Mom who kept looking at me.
Me: Yinton Mama undi tyisa kakubi.
-What Mom? You’re disturbing me as I eat.
Mom: kutheni unga nxibi bhodi nje?
-why aren’t you wearing your bra?
Me: ndiyi libele.
-I forgot about it.
She raised her eyebrow.
Mom: Ncumo umithi?
-are you pregnant?
Me: No mommy come on. I’m not pregnant. I forgot a bra and that’s it.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.
I finished up the rest of my breakfast and then put my dish in the sink.
Mom: ungalibali uthe uzolala nam namhlanje. Or Kanye ufuna uyolala no
Tata womntana?
-don’t forget you said you’re going to sleep next to me today. Or do you
want to sleep next to the baby’s father?
Mom was so excited but I couldn’t tell her because she was going to run
to her best friend and let him know that he’s going to be a father.
Me: mom don’t do this to yourself okay? I’m not pregnant.
I said as I kissed her good bye and then I walked out.
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°° Sihle’s perspective °°
My aunt knew where I was in Durban so she knocked on the door of the
hotel that Bulelani and I were booked in. I went to open up for her and gave
her a hug… I noticed that she wasn’t alone. She had some company. It
was a tall man who had eyes and lips like my father’s… Which happen to
be features that Luphelo and I have in common.
Me: Molo.
-hello.
Luyanda: hi… Ndingu Luyanda.
-I’m Luyanda.
Me: I’m Sihle.
I reached out my hand to him which he kissed instead of shaking.
Nolwazi told us to come inside so we followed her and then sat down.
I offered them something to drink but both declined so we sat down in
the quiet living room.
Nolwazi: Hlehle uya bona Mos lomntu uyafana no Luphelo.. Ngu
Mkhuluwa wakhe Lona qha ebe ngekho kumsebenzi wakho.
-you can see that this person looks like Luphelo. This is his big brother
but he was not present during your ceremony.
I nodded.
Me: oh okay Makazi.
Nolwazi: yeah… Sihle uvile ngo Luphelo ukuba yenzeke njani yonke
lento ukuba uSisi wam amithe… Obviously that was true but she didn’t
just do that to Luphelo. She did it to Luyanda too.
-you heard from Luphelo how this whole thing of my sister falling pregnant
happened.
Me: I’m so sorry to hear that. Honestly uMama… I feel really ashamed to
be her daughter right now.
The room fell silent. Aunt Nolwazi turned to face me with tears in her eyes.
Nolwazi: Hlehle I don’t think you’re hearing us… Luphelo is not your father.
Luyanda is.
I felt a sharp, deafening noise in my eyes when she said that. I felt
momentarily dizzy… I just couldn’t make sense of what she had just
said. I felt like I missed it.
Me: I’m sorry what?
Nolwazi: I made a mistake Hlehle. When I contacted Luphelo and we
discussed this… He told me that as far as he knew… He was the only one
that Nondwe molested. Luyanda never owned up to it… And that’s why we
thought he is the father. I’m sorry Hlehle.
The tears fell from my eyes and I buried my face in my hands. I thought
about Ncumo and Luphelo and the fact that this was going to be good
news to their relationship. It hurt me to the depths of my soul to know that
my pain was going to pave the way for them to be happy. I dried my tears
and then looked back at them.
Me: why did you tell me this?
Luyanda: Matiyeka you had to know the truth. What you do with it is up to
you… But you had to know who your real dad is.
Me: Luphelo is my father! We have our issues from time to time… But I
know that he loves me.. And now you just ruined that for me. So both of
you get the hell out of here… And don’t say a word about this to my Dad.
I said as I stormed up to the bedroom.
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°° Ncumo’s perspective °°
It was lunch time at work so I decided to look for watches to buy for my
man. I realized that I have never really bought him anything… And now
that he has knocked me up and made me a mother… I had to show my
appreciation. I found a nice Fossil watch that is worth R6450 and
although it was going to take me a month to recover from this, I decided
to buy it.
After work, I went to Fischers Watches at The Boardwalk and then I
bought the watch for Luphelo. This costed me a fortune but it was
probably going to be the cheapest watch in his collection.
I called him and he told me that he is in Bluewater Bay so I walked in
using the back door since he told me that it was open. I found him in his
office where he was busy talking on his phone. I knocked and he told me
to come in whilst he finished up his call. He hung up and then he focused
on me.
Luphelo: awusemhle.
-you look so beautiful.
Me: enkosi mntuwam. Ndenzele wena.
-thank you my person. I did this for you.
Luphelo: ungatsho nje ukba ndine luck’a?
-why don’t you just say I’m lucky?.
Me: bunga khange ungayazi.
-you never didn’t know.
We laughed.
Luphelo: baby I want to take you to Cape Town this weekend for another
Baecation. Are you in?
Me: usabuza Luphelo? Yes I’m in. Thank you.
-are you still asking?
Luphelo: you’re welcome. Let your mother know keh kwangoku ngoba
uyamazi unjani.
-now already because you know what she’s like.
I nodded before taking out my gift to him and then put it on the table. He
stared at my gift and a softness fell onto his face when he saw it.
Luphelo: nge yam le watch Ncumo?!
-is this watch mine?!
I nodded as he excitedly opened the box and then tried it on. He put the
watch on his left wrist and then admired it.
Luphelo: izapha.
-come here.
I stood up and then went to sit on his lap where he kissed me and then he
hugged me.
Luphelo: enkosi Mamcethe.
-thank you.
Me: you’re welcome Tiyeka.
Luphelo: what did I do to deserve a R6 450 watch Ncumo?
He raised his eyebrow.
Me: it’s just a reward Jama… For being a good boyfriend.
Luphelo didn’t understand. He thought I was just acting weird but
he was still grateful nevertheless.
.
.
.
I went home and then took a bath before going to my bedroom and then
standing in front of the mirror to see my belly. I couldn’t see any linea nigra.
I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to see transformations in my
body.
Me: hello wena Jama. Heh mntaka Luphelo. Heeh wena Tiyeka.
I said as I cradled my stomach and admired the fact that there was a
little, tiny life blossoming inside of it.
I was so fascinated with this pregnancy… It’s like I had a little gift that only
I could unwrap in the night time when I’m alone. I needed to tell Luphelo
though…at some point he had to know that he is a father for the second
time. But for the first time in his
Life he had a say in this. I decided that I was going to tell him during the
Baecation that I am pregnant.
I logged onto WhatsApp and then I viewed Luphelo’s status. He had
posted a video of him having dinner with my mother at The
Coachman.
Luphelo: ndilapha kwa Coachman neli phela.
-I’m here at Coachman with this cockroach.
Mommy laughed in the background.
Mom: ndi dikiwe kanjani nguwe Luphelo.
-I’m tired of you.
Luphelo giggled.
Luphelo: otherwise madoda uyakhutshwa uMaka Bae. U Maka Bae
uyabulelwa. U Maka Bae uyakhunjuzwa ukba uyamthanda umntanakhe. U
Maka Bae funeka aboniswe ukba umntanakhe aka phazamanga ngawe.
-Bae’s mother must be taken out. Bae’s mother must be appreciated.
Bae’s mother must be reminded that you love her child. Bae’s mother
must be shown that her child isn’t mistaken by being with you.
Mom: baxelele Jama.
-tell them.
Luphelo laughed.
Luphelo: Ncumo baby…this is all for you Ntikazi. I love you.
The video ended and my heart melted. This is the man that I’m
pregnant for. The man that found me as a girl and made me a woman
and a mother.
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I stared at my positive pregnancy test for so long that I started crying. It
was too soon for me to already be pregnant for Luphelo. Yes him and I
love one another and yes… Luphelo is not the type of man to abandon his
child but that still didn’t mean it was the right time to introduce a baby into
this relationship. I wanted us to have enough time to know each other…
And I ruined that by falling pregnant. I was so overwhelmed… So anxious
that I told myself I was going to keep this pregnancy as a secret.
Mom: Ncumo! U Right?
-are you alright?
Me: Yes mommy I’m okay.
Mom: are you sure?
Me: yeah.
Mom: okay. Your food is ready.
Me: I’m not hungry mommy.
Mom: okay.
She left so I got up and then washed my face. I walked into my
bedroom and then I sent Lusanda a text message: hey Lusanda
ndim uNcumo. I’m not pregnant.
I lied. I exhaled and then hid my pregnancy test in my bag which I keep in
my wardrobe. I then went to sit on my bed and caressed my stomach. My
heart was beating so quickly… I thought about my stomach getting bigger
and the thought of Luphelo’s smile brought a smile onto my face.
Mommy went to bed and Luphelo called me again.
Me: Jama?
Luphelo: I’m outside. Ndicela uphume.
-please come out.
Me: okay.
I hung up and then walked out to his waiting car. He came in the X6 M
so I climbed into the passenger seat and then closed the door.
Luphelo: bukhala?
-were you crying?
Me: no… I’m just tired.
Luphelo: uMamakho uthi kum wena awutyi.
-your mother said to me that you aren’t eating.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: you two need to get a life honestly.
Luphelo: you are my life Ncumolwam. That’s why I brought you some food
I know you won’t say no to.
He took out a box of Debonairs Creamy Chicken Real Deal pizza. It was
all I needed to kick start my appetite recovery process and the fact that
this man came all this way just to make sure that I have eaten made me
emotional. I cried and Luphelo didn’t understand what was happening
with me.
Luphelo: baby wam? Utheni? Talk to me. Whatever it is… I will be with you
through it all.
I shook my head as he wiped my tears.
Me: I think I’m close to my period that’s all.
Luphelo: okay… Call me if you need your meds. I’ll bring them va?
I nodded before kissing him. He took some juice out for me when I started
eating and then took pictures of me. He posted one on WhatsApp and his
caption was “akasa phangi lomntu bekuthiwa uyaghula. Ama cherrie ethu
madoda”. I laughed at his caption whilst wondering why him and I rarely
use WhatsApp to communicate… We always call one another.
After eating, he gave me a plastic filled with junk food just to comfort me.
Luphelo: ndikthengele no teddy bear mntuwam. Ukwi backseat.
-I got you a teddy bear. It’s on the backseat.
I looked on the backseat and there was a white teddy bear on the backseat
which I couldn’t wait to cuddle with so I climbed over to his side and then I
straddled him. I was horny so I made out with him whilst unzipping his
pants. I heard him reaching for the arm rest where he pulled out a condom
which I took and threw on the passenger seat.
Luphelo: Ncumo I’m fertile.
Me: I’ll use the morning after pill.
He still took the condom from the seat and then he wore it. I was so upset
at the fact that he insisted on us using it but I could not come clean about
my pregnancy. Not now so when he was ready I climbed on his penis
which I rode. We fucked until he came so he wrapped his used condom in
a tissue and then he exhaled. We both sat on our seats in silence whilst
breathing heavily. I looked at the side of his face, I was just so in love with
this man. It tempted me to tell the truth so I had to go back into the house.
Me: Luphelo I have to go to bed ngoku.
Luphelo: baby after one round?
Me: xolo I will make it up to you.
I took my teddy bear and junk food then I climbed out of the car but
Luphelo came out of the car to meet me outside.
Luphelo: Ncumo what’s going on with you?
Me: good night Luphelo.
I said as I walked into the house and then locked behind me. I went into
my bedroom and then cried myself to sleep.
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I woke up in the morning feeling like my body had just been beaten. I was
tired but I had to go to work so I took a bath and then got dressed. Mommy
woke up when I was making lunch.
Mom: Ncumo uJama is worried about you. Oko endi cela kuWhatsApp
ukba ndiku jonge.
-he’s been asking me On WhatsApp to keep an eye on you.
Me: Mom I’m not a baby. Luphelo needs to chill.
Mom: you have a caring boyfriend and wena uthi he must just chill?
Ncumolwethu what the hell is going on with you?
Me: nothing wethu Mama I’m just tired of being treated like a little baby
when I’m about to have… When I’m about to have one of the best years
of my life financially. I even applied for a loan so that I could buy a car.
I said as a distraction.
Mom: nyan Ncumo? What kind of a car do you want?
Me: I don’t know. Anything that doesn’t make me look broke next to
Luphelo.
Mom: yincame ke leyo.
-you can give up on that.
She said as she laughed on her way to the bathroom. I was so irritated
that I just took my lunch and then drove to work without telling her that I
was leaving.
When I arrived at work, I had a bunch of flowers waiting for me on the
reception desk.
Receptionist: Ncumolwethu you have a delivery for all of these flowers.
It looked like a jungle on her desk. I cradled my belly as I approached
the card that was left which was clearly read. He wrote in his
handwriting:
Ntikazi.
.
I hope these flowers will show you how serious I am about wanting to
understand and heal your pain. I don’t know what it is that you’re going
through but I hope you can trust me enough to open up to me. I love you
more than I love myself.
.
Luphelo Jama
.
He wrote his name out because he wanted people to know that him and
I are together and to make no mistake about it because he knew that the
card was going to be read.
Receptionist: udyola no Luphelo wena kanti?
-you are dating Luphelo.
Me: ayise cace.
-Its so obvious.
I said as I took an armful of my flowers at a time to my office and then I
called my man to say thank you.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
Luyanda canceled on us yesterday so we had to have the meeting today.
I was already annoyed but this meeting had to happen so that I could
know what was going on with Luyanda who arrived 45 minutes later than
we had agreed. Mom was pissed about that.
Mom: jonga Luyanda sukusi lindisa apha ingathi silinde uMotsepe.
-don’t make us wait as if we are waiting for Motsepe.
Lusanda: kungasi boni apha kuye.
-he just doesn’t respect us.
Luyanda: I’m sorry.
He said as he sat down next to our father.
Mom: Luyanda ufuna ntoni ku Nolwazi?
-what do you want from Nolwazi?
Luyanda: niks Mama we just met at the Boardwalk.
Me: I just wanna know why is it that ever since Sihle came into my life…
You’re now being seen with her aunt and you broke into my house and
stole my toothbrush and hairbrush.
Luyanda: yeses inomlomo mos la trits u Ncumo-
-damn that trick Ncumo has a big mouth-
Lusanda: Rhaaaaa!!
I buried my face in my hands before looking back at him.
Luphelo: Luyanda… Thetha njalo kwakhona nge Pillar uzobona ndizak
thini.
-talk about the pillar like that again and you’ll see what I’m going to do to
you.
Luthando: xolo Pabbles ntwana akayazi ukuba yi 560 leya. Subanomsindo
Kalok Tiyeka.
-I’m sorry Pabbles he doesn’t know that’s your 560. Don’t be angry Tiyeka.
I exhaled before looking back at Luthando’s face and felt calm.
Me: makaphendule umbuzo lomntu.
-let this person answer the question.
Luyanda: I needed money so I broke into your place but ended up seeing
your tooth brush and hair brush so I took them with since I saw they were
new.
Me: I had a 46k stack and you only took R1000 from it? And Luyanda
awukho broke fondin suxoka. You took the R1000 as an excuse…a
cover up in case you get caught.
-you aren’t broke don’t lie.
He exhaled.
Luyanda: haike andiyazi ufuna ndi thini.
-I don’t know what you want me to say.
Lusanda: you wanted to have a DNA testing for Sihle right?
Luyanda: why would I want that when Nondwe slept with Luphelo and not
me?
Lusanda: suxoka mahn bhuti! It has taken me years to make sense
of this memory but I remember… You and Nondwe… She raped you
too Luyanda.
-don’t lie bhuti!
Luyanda: I WAS NEVER RAPED LUSANDA!!
Lusanda: YES YOU WERE. JUST TELL THE TRUTH LUYANDA NO
ONE IS GOING TO JUDGE YOU!!
Luyanda broke down on his chair while I sat with my leg crossed over the
other.
Me: So Mkhuluwa… If she did the same thing to you it means you lied to
me when you told me that she isn’t capable of doing something like that.
Meaning if you weren’t quiet… I wouldn’t have been raped either. So you
threw me under the bus.
I was fuming inside but I had to keep a cool and collected front for the sake
of my sanity.
Luyanda didn’t reply… He just cried on his seat along with every member
of the Jama family.
Me: Is Sihle yours?
Luyanda: the test came out as not a match. And I heard that… Before you
did the ceremony for her… You made her do a DNA test that came out as
you being the father.
Me: so she’s really mine?
He nodded.
Senior: we need to see these results. Ulixoki kwedin. Asino themba nto
kuwe.. Lo Sihle umosha ubomi buka Luphelo. Akonwabanga unyana wam.
Sifuna ubona I proof.
-you’re a liar boy.. We can’t trust anything from you. This Sihle is ruining
Luphelo’s life. My son is not happy. We want to see proof.
Luyanda nodded and that was my cue so I got up and then I walked out of
the house.
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I went to sit at the beach where I just watched the waves to clear my head.
It was night time and the view was spectacular. I felt someone tap my
shoulder and I almost died from shock but I’m always chilled so at least I
was not a bitch about it. I didn’t scream.. It was Ncumo..
Me: undifumene njani?
-how did you find me?
Ncumo: your location was on so I figured I should track you since you
weren’t replying to my calls.
She smiled so I laughed. She didn’t seem sure about my reaction towards
her decision to track me down but I literally have nothing to hide so maka
track’e umntu wakhe ubaby when needs be.
Ncumo: are you okay?
A tear fell from my eyes.
Me: Luyanda knew that Nondwe was abusive… But akazange
andimele Ncumo. Ndinje… Kungenxa yakhe now I have a whole
daughter because of it.
-he never stood up for me. I’m like this because
of him. Ncumo: imagine if she wasn’t here…
Would you have met me?
It was the first time in my life that I have ever felt like there was a
positive to what I went through. Maybe… Just maybe this was all part
of God’s grand plan to make me find a good woman that I’m going to
treat right because I know what it took for me to get her.
Me: you just saved me from a lot of why me’s.
Ncumo: Look Luphelo I know I let you down when I left you but you can rest
assured that I love you and I won’t repeat that mistake. I have your best
interests at heart… There is nothing that I want more than to see us grow
and prosper… And maybe even in the near future start our own family. Have
a baby… And be happy. I can and I will give you that baby.
I smiled before giving her a kiss. I kissed her and then kissed her forehead.
Me: let’s go skinny dipping.
Ncumo: hay hay Luphelo tyini.
Me: ndiyakcela…you only live once.
-please.
She exhaled before undressing next to me. I did the same before we ran
onto the sand and into the cold water naked.
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I didn’t sleep over at Humewood after being with Luphelo. I went back
home and that was strange to him because he knows how much I enjoy
going to bed with him. But I couldn’t give into that temptation because
then I would end up telling him that I’m pregnant. I didn’t know exactly
what it was that made me decide to hide this pregnancy… I guess I was
just scared. After all my mother told me that my father was the perfect
lover until she fell pregnant… Babies can make or break a relationship.
And I was scared of this baby being our downfall.
When I arrived at home Lusanda called me. I picked up.
Me: hey sisi.
Lusanda: mntase sorry I was out of data. I just saw your message now.
Me: yeah well…I’m not pregnant.
Lusanda: after all of those symptoms Ncumo? No… You’re pregnant but
choosing to hide the pregnancy.
Me: what reason in the world do I have to hide it?
Lusanda: you tell me since you’re hiding.
Me: I will send you a picture of my pregnancy test then.
Lusanda: no… We’ll go to the doctor. You could get your mother to pee
on it or something so I don’t trust you.
You legit can never lie to a Jama.
Me: okay I will let you know when I’m free.
Lusanda: okay baby. Good night.
Me: good night.
I said before hanging up. I sent Luphelo a good night text then I went to
bed.
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It was raining in the morning when I woke up and I already knew where I
was going to sleep tonight. I just needed to remind myself to not say a
word to Luphelo about this baby. I took a shower, got dressed and then
ate breakfast with Mom who kept looking at me.
Me: Yinton Mama undi tyisa kakubi.
-What Mom? You’re disturbing me as I eat.
Mom: kutheni unga nxibi bhodi nje?
-why aren’t you wearing your bra?
Me: ndiyi libele.
-I forgot about it.
She raised her eyebrow.
Mom: Ncumo umithi?
-are you pregnant?
Me: No mommy come on. I’m not pregnant. I forgot a bra and that’s it.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.
I finished up the rest of my breakfast and then put my dish in the sink.
Mom: ungalibali uthe uzolala nam namhlanje. Or Kanye ufuna uyolala no
Tata womntana?
-don’t forget you said you’re going to sleep next to me today. Or do you
want to sleep next to the baby’s father?
Mom was so excited but I couldn’t tell her because she was going to run
to her best friend and let him know that he’s going to be a father.
Me: mom don’t do this to yourself okay? I’m not pregnant.
I said as I kissed her good bye and then I walked out.
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°° Sihle’s perspective °°
My aunt knew where I was in Durban so she knocked on the door of the
hotel that Bulelani and I were booked in. I went to open up for her and gave
her a hug… I noticed that she wasn’t alone. She had some company. It
was a tall man who had eyes and lips like my father’s… Which happen to
be features that Luphelo and I have in common.
Me: Molo.
-hello.
Luyanda: hi… Ndingu Luyanda.
-I’m Luyanda.
Me: I’m Sihle.
I reached out my hand to him which he kissed instead of shaking.
Nolwazi told us to come inside so we followed her and then sat down.
I offered them something to drink but both declined so we sat down in
the quiet living room.
Nolwazi: Hlehle uya bona Mos lomntu uyafana no Luphelo.. Ngu
Mkhuluwa wakhe Lona qha ebe ngekho kumsebenzi wakho.
-you can see that this person looks like Luphelo. This is his big brother
but he was not present during your ceremony.
I nodded.
Me: oh okay Makazi.
Nolwazi: yeah… Sihle uvile ngo Luphelo ukuba yenzeke njani yonke
lento ukuba uSisi wam amithe… Obviously that was true but she didn’t
just do that to Luphelo. She did it to Luyanda too.
-you heard from Luphelo how this whole thing of my sister falling pregnant
happened.
Me: I’m so sorry to hear that. Honestly uMama… I feel really ashamed to
be her daughter right now.
The room fell silent. Aunt Nolwazi turned to face me with tears in her eyes.
Nolwazi: Hlehle I don’t think you’re hearing us… Luphelo is not your father.
Luyanda is.
I felt a sharp, deafening noise in my eyes when she said that. I felt
momentarily dizzy… I just couldn’t make sense of what she had just
said. I felt like I missed it.
Me: I’m sorry what?
Nolwazi: I made a mistake Hlehle. When I contacted Luphelo and we
discussed this… He told me that as far as he knew… He was the only one
that Nondwe molested. Luyanda never owned up to it… And that’s why we
thought he is the father. I’m sorry Hlehle.
The tears fell from my eyes and I buried my face in my hands. I thought
about Ncumo and Luphelo and the fact that this was going to be good
news to their relationship. It hurt me to the depths of my soul to know that
my pain was going to pave the way for them to be happy. I dried my tears
and then looked back at them.
Me: why did you tell me this?
Luyanda: Matiyeka you had to know the truth. What you do with it is up to
you… But you had to know who your real dad is.
Me: Luphelo is my father! We have our issues from time to time… But I
know that he loves me.. And now you just ruined that for me. So both of
you get the hell out of here… And don’t say a word about this to my Dad.
I said as I stormed up to the bedroom.
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°° Ncumo’s perspective °°
It was lunch time at work so I decided to look for watches to buy for my
man. I realized that I have never really bought him anything… And now
that he has knocked me up and made me a mother… I had to show my
appreciation. I found a nice Fossil watch that is worth R6450 and
although it was going to take me a month to recover from this, I decided
to buy it.
After work, I went to Fischers Watches at The Boardwalk and then I
bought the watch for Luphelo. This costed me a fortune but it was
probably going to be the cheapest watch in his collection.
I called him and he told me that he is in Bluewater Bay so I walked in
using the back door since he told me that it was open. I found him in his
office where he was busy talking on his phone. I knocked and he told me
to come in whilst he finished up his call. He hung up and then he focused
on me.
Luphelo: awusemhle.
-you look so beautiful.
Me: enkosi mntuwam. Ndenzele wena.
-thank you my person. I did this for you.
Luphelo: ungatsho nje ukba ndine luck’a?
-why don’t you just say I’m lucky?.
Me: bunga khange ungayazi.
-you never didn’t know.
We laughed.
Luphelo: baby I want to take you to Cape Town this weekend for another
Baecation. Are you in?
Me: usabuza Luphelo? Yes I’m in. Thank you.
-are you still asking?
Luphelo: you’re welcome. Let your mother know keh kwangoku ngoba
uyamazi unjani.
-now already because you know what she’s like.
I nodded before taking out my gift to him and then put it on the table. He
stared at my gift and a softness fell onto his face when he saw it.
Luphelo: nge yam le watch Ncumo?!
-is this watch mine?!
I nodded as he excitedly opened the box and then tried it on. He put the
watch on his left wrist and then admired it.
Luphelo: izapha.
-come here.
I stood up and then went to sit on his lap where he kissed me and then he
hugged me.
Luphelo: enkosi Mamcethe.
-thank you.
Me: you’re welcome Tiyeka.
Luphelo: what did I do to deserve a R6 450 watch Ncumo?
He raised his eyebrow.
Me: it’s just a reward Jama… For being a good boyfriend.
Luphelo didn’t understand. He thought I was just acting weird but
he was still grateful nevertheless.
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I went home and then took a bath before going to my bedroom and then
standing in front of the mirror to see my belly. I couldn’t see any linea nigra.
I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to see transformations in my
body.
Me: hello wena Jama. Heh mntaka Luphelo. Heeh wena Tiyeka.
I said as I cradled my stomach and admired the fact that there was a
little, tiny life blossoming inside of it.
I was so fascinated with this pregnancy… It’s like I had a little gift that only
I could unwrap in the night time when I’m alone. I needed to tell Luphelo
though…at some point he had to know that he is a father for the second
time. But for the first time in his
Life he had a say in this. I decided that I was going to tell him during the
Baecation that I am pregnant.
I logged onto WhatsApp and then I viewed Luphelo’s status. He had
posted a video of him having dinner with my mother at The
Coachman.
Luphelo: ndilapha kwa Coachman neli phela.
-I’m here at Coachman with this cockroach.
Mommy laughed in the background.
Mom: ndi dikiwe kanjani nguwe Luphelo.
-I’m tired of you.
Luphelo giggled.
Luphelo: otherwise madoda uyakhutshwa uMaka Bae. U Maka Bae
uyabulelwa. U Maka Bae uyakhunjuzwa ukba uyamthanda umntanakhe. U
Maka Bae funeka aboniswe ukba umntanakhe aka phazamanga ngawe.
-Bae’s mother must be taken out. Bae’s mother must be appreciated.
Bae’s mother must be reminded that you love her child. Bae’s mother
must be shown that her child isn’t mistaken by being with you.
Mom: baxelele Jama.
-tell them.
Luphelo laughed.
Luphelo: Ncumo baby…this is all for you Ntikazi. I love you.
The video ended and my heart melted. This is the man that I’m
pregnant for. The man that found me as a girl and made me a woman
and a mother.
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Mommy came home at to 10 pm in the evening with her own flowers which
she put next the vase of my flowers on the table. I had donated the rest of
the flowers Luphelo sent to me to the single ladies at work and to those
who wanted to make their men jealous. She also had a box of Lindt
Chocolates which she held proudly.
Me: yhu Mama ndicela undiphe.
-mom please give me some.
Mom: hay andifuni ke shame.
-I don’t want to.
Me: Mama uyifumene ngam ke yonke lento njema uvhimba mna.
-you got this because of me now that you’re refusing to give me some.
She laughed.
Mom: Yaz Ncumo I was against this you dating a man that’s 12 years older
than you kanti it was the best thing for you. I never thought you would find a
man who understands our relationship to the point where he would be able
to take me out on dates. Luphelo is a keeper.
I blushed.
Me: enkosi Mama. He asked me if we could go to Cape Town-
Mom: uthethile namu ngalonto ndathi it’s fine.
-he spoke to me about that.
Me: hmm kodwa ukba bucelwe ndim…
-but if I asked you…
I said before shaking my head whilst crossing my arms.
Mom: bizoba ngu hayi ozimeleyo kalok.
-it was going to be an independent no.
We laughed and I felt so nauseas that I rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
Mom brought a jug of water and then gave it to me as I kneeled down in
front of the toilet. I took it then I rinsed my mouth and she followed me.
Mom: Uyayazi u Luphelo?
-does Luphelo know?
I shook my head. I was done lying at this point.
Mom: why haven’t you told him?
Me: ndoyika I reaction ka Sihle Mama… And most importantly… What if he
stops loving me like Dad did to you?
-I’m scared of Sihle’s reaction.
Mom: Ncumo stop letting Sihle be a factor in your relationship with this
man… And it’s the ultimate insult to Luphelo to compare him to your
father. This is the very same man who just took your mother out on a
date. I don’t believe I’m fun to be around… He did this to show you that
he loves you.
Tears fell from my eyes.
Mom: so… Xelela uJama inyani. And congratulations mntanam.
-tell Jama the truth.
She extended her arms out to me and then kissed my forehead.
Mom: my little baby is having a baby.
Mommy was proud and that is all I ever wanted her to be of me. I never
thought she would be proud of me falling pregnant out of wedlock… But
maybe something in mommy changed when she realized that happiness
is more important than doing what is seen as morally correct.
Me: enkosi Mama.
Mom: uzolala nam namhlanje?
-are you going to sleep next to me tonight?
I nodded before going to her en suite to fetch a tissue. Once I was done
crying, I climbed into bed next to my mother and we cuddled.
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°° Friday °°
We took a flight to Cape Town and this time I was able to flex on Instagram
about how I travel. Ever since I was free to post about my real life on
Instagram, the number of my followers have increased and I knew I had
my man to thank for that. The gifts that he gives me and the pictures that
we post on Instagram are what have made my social media following grow.
We took an early flight to Cape Town so by 14: 00 pm we were already at
the Radisson Blu Hotel at the V & A Waterfront. We got settled and in true
Luphelo Jama fashion, he told me not to bring any clothes.
Me: Luphelo uyay thanda iRadisson Blu ne?
-you like the Radisson Blu right?
Luphelo: yeah… It reminds me of the early stages in our relationship…
And the times I used to envision us in this position.
He said as he grabbed my butt cheeks and then pulled me closer to his
chest.
Me: ndiyakthanda.
-I love you.
Luphelo: I love you more. Get ready kuze sizokwazi ukuya e Mall.
-so that we can be able to.
Me: okay.
I kissed him before going to the bathroom so that I could wear my make
up. I was never a make up person but dating Luphelo has made me want
to be more feminine… And these make up tutorials that I was watching on
YouTube were truly of great help. After getting ready, Luphelo and I went
out to our rented Mercedes Benz S63 AMG which I drove myself.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
When Ncumo and I arrived at the mall, we first went to eat at Spur. After
having our lunch, we watched a movie and then I took her shopping. I
decided that this was how things were going to go everytime we go on a
Baecation… Ncumo is going to come with an empty suitcase that she was
going to fill once we arrived at our destination. I’m dating a Queen. And
she needed to be treated as such.
I left her shopping at Zara so that I could look around in the mall for
something to get for myself.
That’s when I received a call from Sihle.
Me: baby girl?
Sihle: hey Tata unjani?
-how are you?
Me: I’m good thanks and you?
Sihle: I’m okay. Is this a good time to speak?
Me: uhm yes… Singa thetha.
-we can talk.
It wasn’t really a good time to speak but what kind of a father would I
be if I turned my child away in her time of need all because I wanted to
enjoy a Baecation.
Sihle: okay… Ndi cela undi Batalele I school fees.
-can you please pay my school fees?
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: I thought Uzobatalelwa ngu NSFAS nje Sihle.
Sihle: yes but Tata I’m going to have to pay back the loan kanti if I get
this money from my father then I’ll be set.
Me: Sihle what is R300 per month once you get paid? But if it’s a
problem then I will pay you R300 extra by the time you work for JLS.
Sihle: but Tata it’s too much of a hassle when done like that. You might
as well just pay it now for me.
I exhale
d. Me:
fine.
Sihle: speaking about JLS… Tata can I please have some shares there.
I choked on my own saliva so I coughed.
Me: nje njalo Sihle? Kwenzeka ntoni ngawe? Uyamensa dahn and I
cravings zakho ziyi Mali?
-just like that? What’s going on with you? Are you on your periods and your
cravings is money?
Sihle: I’m actually really serious Tata. By the time I graduate I know I will
be a valuable asset to the company. You might as well give me a slice of
the pie now.
Me: then we’ll talk once you graduate. For now… Focus on your studies.
Bye.
I said before hanging up. I couldn’t believe she just asked for shares.
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°° Ncumo’s perspective °°
I had bought a new dress from Zara that I wanted to wear for my man
during our date tonight.
He had booked the entire The Vue Sky Bar for us so we had the entire
place to ourselves.
The table was decorated in gold and black with the surrounding scented
candles lighting up our evening. There was music playing… I was
impressed with the set up. This was definitely an upgrade from what he
did for me in Durban.
Me: you’re most definitely getting rewarded for this tonight.
Luphelo: ngantoni?
-with what?
He asked with a sinister smile on his face.
Me: nge mpundu.
-with ass.
He laughed and so did I. We have gotten so used to Luphelo’s unfiltered
mouth.
Our food was served and the waiter poured some champagne for us.
Me: hay enkosi bhuti mna ndi cela I juice.
-can I please have juice.
Luphelo raised his eyebrow.
Luphelo: baby wena wonke?
-you of all people?
Me: yeah I want to detox my body.
He nodded to the waiter so he left and then returned with some strawberry
juice for me. We started eating whilst having a great conversation filled
with good laughs and good stories being shared over good food. I then
asked him to give me a minute so I went to the bathroom. I took my bag
with me so that I could fix my make up. I was crying a bit… So I had to
reapply my mascara and powder my nose. I felt ready to tell Luphelo the
truth about my pregnancy so I exhaled several times. I was nervous…
Anxious and I was a bit dizzy. Honestly movies make this moment seem
so exciting but in reality it can be nerve-wracking.
I went to urinate and when I came out, a waitress came in. Her name is
Thami.
Thami: wena no mntu wakho are so cute.
-you and your person.
Me: thank you sthandwa sam.
Thami: why do you look stressed?
Me: I’m pregnant so… I am going to tell him tonight.
Thami: ncoh relax baby… Your man will love you more because of this
baby.
Me: really?
Thami: yeah… Just go out there and tell him.
Me: thank you so much.
I gave her a hug before taking my things and then walking back out to
Luphelo.
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He was on the phone when I arrived but he put it down when he saw me.
Me: I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.
Luphelo: Akukho nxaki Ntikazi.
-no problem.
I exhaled.
Me: Luphelo ndicela sime ngenyawu… I want to get something off my
chest.
-can we get up on our feet.
He looked so concerned.
Luphelo: yeah sure… Are you okay?
I nodded as we got up from our seats and then held hands.
Me: uhm… Look Luphelo I don’t know how this happened.. Actually I do
but… Yes well considering what’s going on I know this wasn’t the
perfect time… And I would understand if you’re upset… Or what to
leave me.. You won’t be the first man to anyway… Nor the last but what
I’m trying to say is… Jama I’m pregnant.
I swallowed hard before the tears started falling again. I was expecting
the worst so I looked down until I heard him speaking.
Luphelo: umithi Majama?
-you’re pregnant?
His voice was shaking and it was the most beautiful sound in the world to
hear Luphelo Jama nervous. I nodded before looking back up at him.
Luphelo: mna nawe… Sizoba ngabazali?
-you and I… Are going to be parents?
Me: yes baby.
I wiped my face before taking out a positive pregnancy test from my
handbag and then gave it to him. He didn’t even look at it because he just
got down on his knee in front of me. My heart dropped… The visual alone
of the man I love on his knees made my temples throb.. I felt numb…my
heart was beating like crazy as he reached for his back pocket and then
pulled out a beautiful maroon box. He opened the box and exposed a
beautiful princess cut diamond ring.
Luphelo: I don’t know whether I’m asking for too much but… You made me
a dad Ntikazi..
Please make me a husband too. Ndiyak cela.
-I’m begging you.
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[Seinfield:]
Getting engaged is like getting, uh, it's the first hill of the roller coaster and
you hear those clickers, the loud sound – this really violent, metal
'Chunka-chunka-chunka' and you go, "What, what's going on here?" You
know?
"Boy this thing is really, really goes high!"
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My heart was beating out of proportion. I felt butterflies in my stomach and
extreme anxiety. But a good kind of anxiety... The type of anxiety that you
feel when something is so right and you're just scared of it going wrong. I
had an entire game plan for my life... I was going to be a boss bitch with
no responsibilities in the form of a husband and a child. I was going to live
life on my own terms and only worry about my mother. But here I was...
Pregnant at the age of was
with the father of my child on his knee in front of me... Begging me to
wrap this thing up and make it a family.
I wiped the tears under my eyes and sniffed. God this man... This perfect
man who had been
hurt but didn't want to hurt anybody. This man that cries when needs be
and laughs in such a beautiful sound that he makes you fall in love with
him every time you watch a comedy show.. This man that is thoughtful...
Sweet and sensitive although he puts up a front to the world that he
couldn't care less. This man that is grown but is a kid at heart that is trying
to find happiness at the end of the day... This man that has more money
than everyone in his life but still is the most humble... That is my Luphelo
Jama and I love him. I love Luphelo so much that I cry when I think about
him... I challenge myself everyday to love him more... To love him better
and to show him that I will never leave him again. I challenge myself to be
a better lover ... A better friend and a better listener... But now I had to
prepare myself to be a wife and the mother of his child.
Me: Luphelo uyayazi lento uyenzayo?
-do you know what you're doing.
Luphelo: ndiyazi more than I know how to run a company.
Me: uqinisekile ngalento uyenzayo?
-are you sure about what you're doing?
Luphelo: I've been sure about this since I met you. Dating you was just
confirmation.
Me: then ewe Jama... Yes.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes but he caught them with the sleeve
of his shirt. He slid the ring on my finger and then he got up to kiss me. We
kissed so passionately... The kiss wasn't even sexual but it had meaning. It
showed commitment to making our marriage last.
The waitresses and waiters that were on duty gave us a round of
applause and cheered us on as we made our way out of the The Vue and
Luphelo left them to enjoy the Bar on their own.
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I stared at my ring as we were in the car.
Luphelo: uyay thanda?
-you like it?
Me: I love it baby.
Luphelo: bendi bawela uku thengela la 3 piece set we ring u Gold ufana
noka Mamam qha ndak sizela.
-I wanted to get you that golden 3 piece set ring that looks like my
mother's but then I felt sorry for you.
I laughed.
Me: hay hay Jama bendingazo vuma lo engagement kalok.
-I wasn't going to accept that engagement then.
He laughed.
Luphelo: eza ring ziyi guarantee ukuba asizo divorce'a.
-those rings are a guarantee that we won't divorce.
Me: I know we won't. I wouldn't have agreed to this if I thought there was
any chance in hell that we could stop loving one another. Call me naive or
stupid... But Luphelo I believe in us. I have this crazy feeling when I'm with
you that this is how it's going to be for the rest of my life. I think for what it's
worth... Our baby is lucky to have you and I as parents.
He used his free hand to caress my belly.
Luphelo: kungona ndiziva ingathi ndingu Tata Ntikazi. Thank you for giving
me this feeling.
-it's only now that I'm starting to feel like a father.
Me: you're welcome. By the way that's why I bought the watch for you. It
was a thank you for the
sperm allowance. Yazazi kalok ungu Nsfas we sperm.
He laughed.
Luphelo: uzazi ke awuphelelanga kulona umntana. Usezo mitha ngoba
ndine 7 years before ndibena 40. Abantwana bam abano fika
sendimdala.
-you must know that you aren't done with this child. You're still going to
fall pregnant because I have 7 years left before I'm 40. My children
cannot arrive when I'm old.
The reality of our age difference hit me but Luphelo is the type that
will age like fine wine therefore I was not a Bit affected by that.
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We arrived at the hotel room and we were both tired. This was our first
night as an engaged couple but we didn't even have sex. We just played
video games in our bedroom whilst making a gender bet. Luphelo said
we're having a son and I said we're having a daughter although I really
couldn't care less what the gender is. As long as I have a beautiful,
healthy baby.. Luphelo: Majama... You'll have to take your ring off once we
get home. I haven't sent a letter so I don't want your mother to think I'm
being disrespectful.
Me: okay... Did you ask for her blessing?
Luphelo: baby uMamakho u orderishe i plate ye R380 kwa Coachman
gqhiba walumela nge Cocktail ze R90 each zantathu. Nantsiya i
blessing yam tsek.
-your mother ordered a plate worth R380 at Coachman and then drank
three Cocktails worth R90. That's my blessing.
I laughed. All jokes aside but uMama beyibaxa.
Me: so khange uyicele nyan i blessing Luphelo?
-so you really didn't ask for a blessing?
He shook his head before kissing the side of my face.
Luphelo: you're pregnant now. I don't need blessings.
He said as he rubbed my belly. He continued talking about what he hopes
our baby achieves...
What he wants our baby's personality to be like and I noticed how when
we spoke about our baby... He was open to the possibility of our child
being homosexual. I guess his conversations with my mother have really
opened Luphelo's mind to these things and I appreciated that. He spoke
until I fell asleep.
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When I woke up in the morning Luphelo was on the sofa making a call on
his business phone. I listened.
Luphelo: mamela Eddie ndifuna ulungisa i will yam...uNcumo just told
me that she's pregnant so... Enkosi Ta Kodwa ke that made me realize I
need to have a will ngoba asiyazi ndizofa nini... Ziyathakatha ezi reject
zam kalok ndimhle mna so hlambi bazofuna undi susa mpela...
(laughs) yeah I want my son to have my companies... Until he's 18
uMamakhe would take over khubone... Maybe temporarily change the
name to Majama Constructions if uyafuna (laughs) yeah but I also have a
daughter uSihle. She's doing her LLB ngoku as a postgraduate for 2 years
so in no time she will be ready to work for JLS so I want to make provision
for her... She wanted shares which she will get over my dead body... So I
will give her a 33% stake in the company, my son will get the other 33%
yena uMajama she will get 34%. Yeah... And my properties will be for my
wife and my children can split the cars. Yeah... Next week I'm in PE so
you tell me when we can meet... Tuesday at 3 is fine... Sure thing... Bye.
He hung up and then he turned around to face me.
Me: already thinking that far na Jama?
Luphelo: yeah akhange ndilale Izolo Ncumo.. I'm excited.
-I didn't sleep yesterday.
He said as I went to sit on his lap and kissed him. He kissed my ring and
then kissed my belly. Me: I'm actually glad that this is your first pregnancy
so we're going to learn together. I'm excited too.
I said as I kissed him.
Luphelo: yeah... Baby masibuyele Bhayi... Ndi dikiwe Kuba lapha sendi
funa uyoqhayisa mna ngoku.
-let's go back to Port Elizabeth. I'm tired of being here because I want
to go home and brag already.
I laughed.
Me: uwhoah. Masambe.
-let's go.
I got up from his lap then I went to prepare our bathwater.
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We checked out of the hotel and then went to catch a flight back home. It
was not easy getting one last minute but there was A vacancy on the
general flights which we took. Luphelo took me home on Saturday and then
he stopped outside the house.
Me: masingene kalok.
-let us go in.
Luphelo: yhu ha.a Ntikazi ndi diniwe ndifuna ulala..
-I'm tired I want to sleep.
Me: okay keh. Uzozi zisa nini mpahla zam?
-when will you bring my clothes?
Luphelo: maybe ngomso.
-tomorrow.
Me: okay. Bye keh.
I kissed him.
Luphelo: sapha i ring kalok baby. Uzay fumana xana o Malume befikile.
-you'll get it back once my uncles arrive.
Me: hay Kodwa Jama..
I sulked but he looked at me semi bored so I first took a picture of my hand
whilst it had the ring before taking it off and then giving it to him. He put
the ring inside the box and then put it in his arm rest.
Me: take care of my ring Luphelo.
Luphelo: Ewe Mkam.
I smiled before kissing him.
Me: bye bye...I love you.
Luphelo: ndiyani thanda.
-I love y'all.
He said before kissing my belly. I kissed him one more time before getting
out of the car.
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Mommy was with her girlfriend when I arrived. They were sitting in the
living room playing cards.
Me: molweni.
-greetings.
Them: molo Ncumo.
Mom: kutheni ubuye early? Nixabene no Jama?
-why are you back so early? Did you and Jama have an argument?
She was so worried mainly because of the pregnancy.
Me: no relax mommy…we’re great. Beyond great actually.
I said as I sat down and brushed my knees.
Mam Joy: oh? Care to elaborate?
Me: he proposed.
My mommy jumped up and started ululating and Mam Joy joined her.
They danced in circles around me and both gave Me a kiss on each
cheek.
Mom: wathini ke wena?
-and What did you say?
Me: ndivumile Mama. Ndizoba ngu mfazi womntu.
-I said yes Mommy. I’m going to be someone’s wife.
Mommy and Mam Joy started ululating all over again. They were so happy.
Mam Joy: iphi ring?
-where is the ring?
She asked as she lifted up my plain left hand.
Me: uyithathile uLuphelo kuba esithi uzandi nika xaku fike o Malume
bakhe. Nantsi Kodwa I picture.
-Luphelo took it since he was saying he will bring it back to me once His
uncles arrive. Here is a picture though.
I took out My phone and then showed them the picture of my diamond
ring. They couldn’t stop gushing over it.
Mom: So when can we expect the letter?
Me: I don’t Know Mama…I’ll ask u tata womntanam uvuka kwakhe.
-my baby daddy when he wakes up.
Them: eshee.
They said as I laughed on my way to my bedroom.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
Once I was fully rested, I called my brother Luthando and my sister
Lusanda and told them that I would like to meet them both at Mom and
Dad’s house. They all arrived on time, curious to know what the meeting is
about.
Senior: kwedin jonga ndidikiwe nguwe umane undi phazamisa nge xesha
lam lika Dragon Ball Z.
-look boy I’m tired of you keeping on interrupting me during my time to
watch Dragon Ball Z.
We all laughed.
Lusanda: grow up Daddy.
My dad was clearly in a foul mood since I interrupted his viewing
pleasure but I hoped that the news I had were going to compensate for it.
Mom: Thetha kaloku Pabbles…kutheni silapha?
-talk Pabbles…why are we here?
I took out the box bearing Ncumo’s engagement ring out of my pocket
and then held it in My hand.
Me: ndicele u Ncumolwethu anditshate…and she said yes.
-I asked Ncumolwethu to marry me.
My family has always been the most supportive people on earth…my
biggest cheerleaders and my main source of hype but there is nothing that
I have done that has made them happier than knowing that I am getting
married. Even my father, the nonchalant joker that I’ve always sought
emotion from gave it to me at this very moment. He got up from his seat
and then opened his arms out to me.
Senior: Yabona ke Luphelo…ndizo yeka ukuthi kwedin xandi thetha
nawe. Imali ayikwenzi ndoda nyana…lusapho olukwenza Indoda.
Umthande umfazi wakho nyana ngoba ukukhululile kwi nxaki obunazo.
Angakhali uMamcethe ngoba uzondi moshela amathuba kuMamakhe-
-you see Luphelo…I’m going to stop saying ‘boy’ when I speak to you.
Money doesn’t make you a man…family makes you a man. Love your wife
son because she has freed you from all of the problems you had.
Mamcethe must not cry because you’re going to ruin my chances with her
mother-
Family: Ohhh!
They said in disapproval. My dad was finally speaking sense for for the first
time in 33 years and he had to ruin it. I gave him a hug and gave one to the
rest of my family which was really happy and excited about the news which
was even heightened by the fact that she’s pregnant as well.
Me: so Tata ndicela ubize u Tancu Xola kuze azoya phana Kulo Ncumo
ayondisela I letter.
-please call Uncle Xola so that he could go to Ncumo’s home to send my
letter for me.
Senior: no problem nyana.
He said before we discussed more important details about the wedding.
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°° Ncumolwethu’s perspective °°
I received an SMS from my bank letting me know that my application for
a loan has been successful so my day went from great to fucking
awesome so I had to go to the bank on Monday. The approval of my
loan made me think about a lot of things…the baby and the wedding so
I decided instead of buying a car I was going to help Luphelo with the
wedding. I knew he didn’t need any help but it was the least I could do.
I received a call from Lusanda when I was in bed thinking about baby
names. I picked up.
Me: hello.
Lusanda: I’m really disappointed Ncumo.
Me: Can I defend myself?
Lusanda: I’m listening.
Me: I was really scared of telling Luphelo the truth. I was afraid he’d freak
out and leave me or something. And Sihle made me promise that this
relationship would be invisible. Now I’m pregnant and about to get
married.
Lusanda: Ncumo I would understand why Sihle is pissed…imagine my Dad
being with my friend but at some point she needs to realize that this whole
thing seems wrong because she’s making this about her. Otherwise there
is nothing wrong with a man and a woman who are not related falling in
love.
Me: true..
Lusanda: Yeah but congratulations Ncumolwethu. I have never
seen Luphelo this happy…please don’t do a thing to change his
current state of mind.
Me: never…I love that man so you have nothing to worry about.
Lusanda: okay mntase. Enjoy your day Vha I love you.
Me: I love you more. Bye.
Lusanda: bye.
She hung up so I decided to make an appointment at the hospital in 3
weeks time for a check up.
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My fiance called me in the evening and told me that he needed to see me.
So I went to meet him in his car at night like we usually do. I kissed him
when I entered and he kissed my belly.
Me: baby sewuy bhalile na I letter?
-have you written the letter?
Luphelo: kudala ngoko. Sendifuna ukbona unxibe I ring yam ngoku mna.
-a long time ago already. I just want to see you wearing my ring.
Me: iphi futhi? Let me wear it in the meantime.
-where is it?
He giggled as he took it out of his pocket and then he put it on my left
hand and then he kissed my hand. I admired the way it looked on my
hand and vowed that once its officially on…its never coming off again.
Me: I’m obsessed.
Luphelo: uyazi ke andizo nxiba ring keh mnake.
-you should know that I won’t wear a ring.
Me: uphambene shame Luphelo.
-you’re crazy.
He smiled.
Luphelo: ufuna icace ukba ndi tshatile na Mamakhe?
-you want it to be obvious that I’m married?
Me: yes. Kalok Tiyeka you aren’t an average looking man therefore when
these thots see you I want them to wonder ngu myeni kabani Lona.
-whose husband is this.
He laughed.
Luphelo: I’m still not wearing a ring.
Me: yes you are. And if you insist on not wearing it uzonxiba ene spikes.
Take your pick Jama.
He Laughed before shaking his head. He probably thinks I’m crazy. He
then reached into the cubby hole and then he pulled out a baby sized
crown. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen before. It looked so real
but yet it was comfortable enough for a baby’s head. I gushed over it
while Luphelo just smiled. He was proud and I felt proud to be the first
woman to give him a baby to raise and a chance to be a part of a
pregnancy.
Me: kodwa of all the toys you could buy Jama…you decided
to buy a crown? Luphelo: ewe ngoba sendine gama.
Umntana wethu uzobangu Kumkani Jama. -Yes because I
already have a name. Our child is going to be Kumkani Jama.
Me: King Jama.
Luphelo: yes…I’m going to give my son everything Ncumo. He will live a
life fit for a King…so why don’t I just name him King. And he won’t have a
second name…its going to be simple and straight forward…Kumkani
Jama.
Me: you’re putting pressure on me to give you a son Kodwa Luphelo. What
if it’s a girl?
Luphelo: if it’s a girl then she’s my girl. I won’t be disappointed…qha ndine
3-4 years yokufunda ukubopha inwele noku frerha amarobhi.
-but I have 3-4 years to learn how to tie hair and to plat cornrows.
That was so cute. The thought alone threatened to send me into an early
labour because the thought Of Luphelo combing his daughters hair
whileShe is sitting on his lap, patiently waiting to be able to look at herself
in the mirror excited me. He asked me to come home with him but I
refused because I was not really feeling well and didn’t want to overburden
him with my health.
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°° Nolwazi’s perspective °°
I went to the Black Impala where I was going to meet with my date whom I
met on DateSA. I sat and ordered a glass of wine which I drank for over a
half an hour since my date didn’t even arrive.
I was upset yes but I’m a big girl who knows better than to let hurt run her.
See I’m the type of female that believes that she shouldn’t get mad but get
even instead…the bad part is I never get even with whoever hurt me
because I imagine that they expect me to. Instead…I get even with
unsuspecting victims like Luphelo whom I saw drinking alone by the bar.
He had a small blue stuffed animal in His hand that he kept smiling at and I
got the feeling that Ncumo may be expecting so I called my hottest friend
Cynthia who is a slay queen aka a glorified prostitute.
Cynthia: Nolwazi?
Me: hey Cynth unjani friend?
-how are you?
Cynthia: ufuna ntoni friend?
-what do you want?
I exhaled.
Me: kukho indoda apha endifuna uyitye.
-there is a man here that I want you to fuck.
Cynthia: Name?
Me: Luphelo Jama.
Cynthia: Street name?
Me: The Finisher.
Cynthia: Residential area?
Me: Bluewater Bay.
Cynthia: Occupation?
Me: Chief Executive Officer of Jama Constructions and JLS.
Cynthia: What’s in His cup?
Me: Hennessy very special cognac.
Cynthia: No thanks I don’t do 70 year olds.
Me: Nope…he’s 33 Chomi.
Cynthia: what the fuck…ndiyeza. Uphi?
-I’m coming. Where is he?
Me: I knew I could count on you. Black Impala.
Cynthia: give me 10 minutes.
Me: sure.
I said before hanging up and then looking back at Luphelo who had no idea
what was coming.
My niece needed leverage otherwise she will be cut off once he knows
she’s not his.
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°° Nolwazi's perspective °°
I walked out of the Black Impala because I didn't want to risk Luphelo
seeing me so I went to wait in the car. Cynthia called me when she had
arrived so I told her to come to my car. She opened my door and then
climbed onto the passenger seat. She looked good.
Cynthia: chomi uhleli phi keh lomntu?
-where is this person sitting?
Me: by the bar. Uzombona. Nanku.
-you'll see him. Here he is.
I said as I took my phone and then showed her a picture Of Luphelo
with Ncumo which I got from Instagram.
Cynthia: akasemhle. Yi Cherrie yakhe Lena?
-he's so attractive. Is this his girlfriend?
I nodded.
Cynthia: akasemncinci. Ngathi wenzu matric.
-she's so young. Its like she's doing matric.
Me: ina 21 lento Lena but iyathandwa yindoda yakhe so kuzo funeka
ungabi weak. Bring your A game chomi.
-this thing is 21 but she's loved by her man so you will have to not be weak.
Cynthia: mxm wethu I've got this. So iphi Mali yam?
-where is my money?
I exhaled.
Me: you'll get it from Luphelo kalok.
She held out her hand so I had to give in and pay up. I gave her R1000
and told her she was going to get the rest after getting pictures of them in
bed together. She agreed so she got out of my car and into The Black
Impala.
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°° Cynthia's perspective °°
I walked into the Black Impala and strutted my stuff as I walked over to my
next victim. He was still drinking by the bar and the men inside turned their
heads to my direction when I walked in.
Some whistled and that along with the sound of my heels caught Luphelo's
attention who looked at me as I stood in front of him.
Me: hey.
Luphelo: hi.
Me: ndiya qhala ukbona apha.
-its my first time seeing you here.
Luphelo: nam ndiyaqhala ukbona.
-its also my first time seeing You.
He said before downing his shot and ordering a new one.
Me: I'm Cynthia. Wena?
-you?
I asked as I held out my hand.
Luphelo: Luphelo.
He shook my hand and then released. It was something new for me to
be shaking a smooth hand. I'm used to these grown rich men with their
wrinkled hands.
Me: so...Luphelo are you going to buy me a drink?
Luphelo: so I need to buy you a drink kuba umhle?
-because you're beautiful.
I giggled.
Me: ewe you have to.
Luphelo: awtiyam...ndicela uhoye u Sisi Lona.
-my man...please give the sister some attention.
Barman: okay ufuna ntoni sisi?
-what do you want?
Me: ndicela i Blush.
-Can I please have a Blush?
Barman: coming right Up.
He said before I stared at Luphelo. The way he sips his whiskey. The way
he speaks...he's clearly a shy man that is given the confidence to speak
by his money...his hair...his skin...all of those elements attracted me to
him. I'm not a bitch that catches feelings...but tonight I was assigned the
wrong mission because I was hooked by someone who probably wasn't
thinking much of me.
Me: so...where do you live?
Luphelo: Blue water.
Me: uyafuna undi bonisa indlu yakho?
-do you want to show me your house?
Luphelo: lityotyombhe.
-its a shack.
I laughed.
Me: ityotyombhe eBluewater Bay? I don't think so. Take me there.
-a shack in Blue water Bay?
Luphelo: I'm getting married soon and I Have a child on the Way.
Me: Cheat now...or forever hold your Peace.
I joked before taking the drink he bought for Me and then downed it. I then
got off my chair and when I was about to leave, I felt his hand holding my
arm so I stopped and looked back at him feeling hopeful.
Luphelo: hlambi amadoda Abanye abantu baqhele ukleqa Kodwa mna
ndiyi ndoda ka Ncumo
undijonge kakuhle. Ndawuk pholela unye ngok umhle gqhiba ndibene
ndawo ezi medidate'ayo. -maybe other people's men usually run after you
but I'm Ncumo's man, look at me carefully. I will mize you although you're
beautiful and even medidate.
He let go of my arm and then focussed on his drink again. I have never
felt so embarrassed before in my life.
I went to Nolwazi's car and then threw myself inside.
Nolwazi: and?
Me: mxm yi moffie leyana.
-he's gay.
Nolwazi: Luphelo...gay? No Cynthia you failed to get him, didn't you?
Me: ingxaki ayikho kum Nolwazi. Lomntu uzobano mntana and
uzotshata. He's probably still nursing his fiancee's feelings.
-the problem is not with Me. This person is going to have a
child and get married. Nolwazi: Intoni?!! Uyatshata?
-What?! He's getting married?
Me: yes thats what he told me.
She banged the steering wheel and then exhaled.
Me: Nolwazi yinton Lena iqhubekekayo? Ukwenze ntoni uMfazi ka
Luphelo?
-What is going on? What did Luphelo's wife do to you?
Nolwazi: akenzanga nto lowo...but uLuphelo is my niece's father so if he
gets married and has a baby then he won't give her the attention she
deserves. Me: attention or money?

Nolwazi: fokof. Sapha imali yam futhi. You failed.

-piss off. Give back my money.
Me: consider it as a bad investment.
I said as I got out of her Car and then walked out.
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°° Ncumolwethu's perspective °°
Luphelo woke me up with a phone call and told me that he was coming. I
thought that maybe he had a nightmare so I told him I would open the
window for him. So when he arrived I opened up for him and when I went
to give him a hug I got a kiss instead. A hot, passionate kiss that indicated
that he wanted more than just a make out session. I was sick but I gave
into his desires as he pinned me against the wall and then his hands
roamed underneath my pyjama dress. He was relieved when he realized I
wasn't wearing any underwear so he pulled his dick out and then fucked
me raw. He came after some strokes and I wiped the mess whilst he sat on
my bed. His penis was still hard so I sat on it and he grabbed my ass.
Me: Are you okay?
Luphelo: yeah.
Me: baby what's going on. I know you...you don't just come here and just
fuck me without Even greeting me.
Luphelo: ndizothini na xandisitya impundu endizoz tshata? Ebeku mele
ndiqhala ngobulisa ngoko ngoba Bendi cengile.
-what am I going to say when I'm fucking ass that I'm going to marry? I was
supposed to greet
first back then because I was begging.
I laughed.
Me: uyaphambana Tatakhe.
-you're crazy.
Luphelo: Mamakhe ndicela i blow job.
-can I please get a blow job.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: Okay...ndine worry ngoku-
-okay I'm really worried now-
Luphelo: baby please don't ask questions. Please just suck my dick.
He sounded a bit desperate so I didn't question him and just gave him
what he wanted. I got down on my knees in front of him and then sucked
his penis. I must admit I enjoyed it too...but I couldn't help but to wonder
why Luphelo was acting weird. After the blow job he fucked me again and
only left at 4 am in the morning after he was satisfied.
My mother received the letter from Luphelo's uncle on Sunday afternoon
and the letter was all I heard about all day long. It was sent along with my
ring which I was now free to wear since my mother had now consented to
the Marriage. She and Luphelo's uncle had agreed that the lobola
negotiations were going to take place a month from now. .

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°° Sihle's perspective °°
I had just arrived back in Port Elizabeth with my man and I was immediately
called to Luyanda's house. He lives in Kwa Magxaki which is like a suburban
area to black people who cannot afford to live in real surburbs because the
value of the properties there are well over R500 000 and the area is quite
filled by people who are well off.
I took my car from the airport and then I dropped Bulelani at home before
going to Luyanda's house. I was quite bored of these secret meetings that
my aunt and my so called father kept on having because truth is...I hated
going behind Luphelo's back. He really hurt me when he chose
Ncumolwethu over me but what we were doing was not right.
I arrived at Luyanda's house and my aunt was already there. I think these
two might be having an affair.
Me: I think its pretty gross that my so called biological father and my
aunt are having sex with each other.
Nolwazi: Sihle stop making things about you. he's a man and I'm a
woman. If we wanna fuck...We will fuck without having to worry
about you.
Me: I guess thats what Ncumo and Luphelo thought too I suppose.
Everybody thats close to me
is just fucking and I need to be okay with that.
I said whilst rolling my eyes.
Luyanda: Molo Sihle.
-hello.
Me: Hi.
Nolwazi: iphi ke la fake paternity test result?
-where is that fake paternity test result?
Luyanda took an envelope And then waved it in the air.
Luyanda: nantsi. Ndizam nika namhlanje uLuphelo.
-I'm going to give it to Luphelo Today.
Nolwazi: don't forget to congratulate him.
Me: on what?
Nolwazi: he's getting married to your best friend...and she's pregnant.
Me: WHAT?! How the fuck did you find out before I did?!
Nolwazi: he slept with a friend of mine Cynthia and told her he shouldn't
be doing that because he's getting married and about to have a kid.
Me: So he cheated?
My aunt nodded and I laughed.
Me: So...does Ncumolwethu know about this?
Nolwazi: nope...call her and act mad...and if she asks you how you know
about the pregnancy and engagement...tell her from her fiance/baby
daddy's bitch.
Luyanda: Is all of this necessary-
Nolwazi: Khame wena. Sihle work your magic mntaka Sisi.
I took my cellphone and then called Ncumolwethu.
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°° Ncumolwethu's perspective °°
I was playing with my baby's crown when I received a call from Sihle. I
exhaled before picking up.
Me: hey Frie -
Sihle: sube usagqhibezela Ncumo. Why don't you just say "hey step
daughter" since you're now
getting married to my father?
I swallowed.
Me: Who told you this?
Sihle: Is that even important Ncumo?! It won't change the fact that you
promised I wouldn't see or hear about this fucking relationship and now
you're pregnant too.
Me: this relationship is all I have Sihle. Ndicela ungay thuki.
-please dont swear at it.
Sihle: umqund wayo!!
Me: umqund wakho ke.
Sihle: utsho?
-is that what you're saying?
Me: undive kakuhle.
-you heard me clearly.
Sihle: haike...I tried to hold it in but let me tell you where I heard this. My
aunt Nolwazi told
me...Nolwazi heard from her friend Cynthia who slept with your baby
daddy/fiance. So...usatsho ukba this relationship is all you have? You're
free to ask your man who he told about this and to ask those people who
they told...and see if my aunt and I were in a position to know about this
innocently.
She laughed before hanging up on me.
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“Phola Ncumolwethu”.
I said to myself as I wore my Nike tracksuit and my Cortez sneakers. I
had to go to Luphelo’s house to confront him but I couldn’t let him know I
was coming just in case he is with a bitch right now and I would be giving
him time to get her out. So I took my car key and then I walked out like a
woman possessed. I even drove like one too.
I arrived at Bluewater Bay and all I kept hearing was the sound of Sihle’s
laughter. She was enjoying this and I didn’t blame her. I probably would
have felt the same way too if my father cheated on my best friend who
started dating him behind my back and took away the quality time I had
been wanting from him for years.
I parked my car outside and then I walked into his yard. I knocked on his
door. He came to open up in his pyjama pants whilst he was topless. I
enjoyed the view of his torso. A grown man with abs is as rare as a leather
underwear.
Luphelo: baby…ufuna ntoni apha ngeli xesha?
-what are you doing Here at this time?
Me: yinton Lekaka undi buza yona Luphelo?
-what bullshit are you asking me?
Luphelo: I admit that was a dumb question but ndicela unga thethi namu
ingathi uhlika emthini.
-please don’t talk to me as if you’re climbing off a tree.
Me: Luphelo uyandi dyolela?
-are you cheating on me?
Luphelo: ndingabe ndiyenzela ntoni Lonto Ncumo Kodwa uyayazi
ndiyakthanda?
-why would I do that but you know I love you?
Me: yilento ndingay understand’iyo Luphelo!
-that’s what I don’t understand Luphelo.
Luphelo: Ncumo uve ntoni? Ubone ntoni?
-what did you hear? What did you see?
Me: Sihle called me endixelela ukuba she knows that I’m pregnant and
engaged to you and that they found out through Nolwazi’s friend Cynthia
whom you slept with!
He exhaled and wiped his eyes. He was tired.
Luphelo: baby awuboni bazama usixabanisa ababantu? Yonke lento
yenzeke izolo and that’s why I came to you ndibatyiwe Nyani. Cynthia
befuna nditye impundu zakhe qha mos mna ndiyazazi funeka nditye
ezika bani.
-can’t you see these people are trying to make us fight? All of this
happened yesterday…that’s why I was really horny when I came to
you…she wanted me to fuck her ass but I know whose ass I should fuck.
He gave me a naughty smile which I fell for. I believed him. For the life of
me I didn’t care whether or not he slept with her…all that I cared about
was the fact that uTaka Kumkani is still in this relationship. And for him
I’m willing to compromise.
Me: Okay. Uzothini Ngo Sihle?
-what are you going to do about Sihle?
Luphelo: subana worry ngalonto wena. Masiyo lala qha thina.
-don’t you worry about that. Let us just go to sleep.
He reached his hand out to me and I took it and he led me into the
bedroom where we went to bed together.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I woke up in the middle of the night when my fiancee was sleeping. I
kissed her forehead and then wore my sneakers with my hoodie before
walking out. I drove to Sihle’s home. It was a good thing that she was
already in Grahamstown. Not that I gave a fuck bendizo yenza lento
naxana ekhona yena but through everything I still love that girl. So I
consider her feelings as far as I can before deciding on anything.
I thought I would have to get my hands dirty to get into that house but
Nolwazi left her bedroom window opened so all I did was to climb in and
then I sat on her bed. She opened her eyes and screamed a bit when she
saw me but then calmed Herself down.
Nolwazi: Luphelo…ufuna ntoni apha?
-what are you doing here?
Me: Nolwazi yinton inxaki yakho Nam?
-what’s your problem with me?
She swallowed.
Nolwazi: hay Luphelo…andina nxaki nawe mna.
-No…I don’t have a problem with you.
Me: ngok kutheni uthumela I chomi zakho ukuba mazizondi seduce’a nje?
As if that’s not the worst part…nohlulekile no Cynthia ngok uthumela
uSihle ayoxoka ngam Ku Mama womntanam.
-then why did you send your friends to seduce me…when you and
Cynthia were defeated you sent Sihle to lie about me to my child’s
mother.
Nolwazi: ndixolele Jama.
-forgive me.
She was genuinely scared and that was the intended reaction.
Me: Nolwazi…if something goes wrong again in my life…
I grabbed her foot and then twisted her ankle such that I heard a bone
break. She screamed in pain but I put a pillow over her mouth.
Me: uzokunya.
-you’ll suffer.
I said before escaping using the window and then I drove back home.
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°° Ncumolwethu’s perspective °°
I didn’t make breakfast in the morning. I actually didn’t think he deserved it
after he left me sleeping last night. So I went to run my bathwater and he
invited himself inside so I sat between his legs with my back against his
chest and his hands on my belly.
Me: ubuphi izolo ebusuku?
-where were you yesterday night?
Luphelo: uLusanda-
Me: uyaxoka Taka Kumkani.
-you’re lying.
He exhaled. He was then dead silent.
Me: wow.
Luphelo: Ncumo ndicela undithembe. Ndimdala ndimngaka for uku
cheat’a. Zintozama khwenkwe ezo. I just went to make sure
akhomntu uzophinde asithelekise and that’s it.
-please trust me. I’m too grown for cheating. That’s something boys do.
I didn’t reply so he pulled me closer to him. I love it when he does that.
Mothers will know this…the body that gave you a child gives you a certain
high when you’re close to it. Its attention makes you feel like a real woman.
Me: okay.
Luphelo: yeah…Ncumo I changed my appointment no Eddie. Sizodibana
namhlanje ngo 5.
Ndicela uhambe nam.
-We’ll meet today at 5. Please come with me.
Me: okay but Jama ndingenaphi mna kulonto ye will yakho?
-what do I have to do with your will?
Luphelo: ndifuna ibhalwe nguwe. Ndizoy Jonga umna ukba I reasonable na
and that’s just about it…otherwise as my wife I give you control of my
finances…of Me.
-I want you to write It. I’m going to see if its reasonable.
I smiled internally. Sihle is going to regret she ever said anything.
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Luphelo and I took the same car to work so we showed up at Jama
Constructions together. Baby was looking dapper in a black tight fitted
turtle neck with tight blue jeans and his black Versace suede Gucci
loafers. He smelt good and I felt proud to be the woman on his Arm. I
wore a black maxi dress with black push in’s from the clothes I bought in
Cape Town which Luphelo never delivered back to my house.
Everyone was staring at the sight of us showing up together at work. I
guess although they heard the rumours…seeing us together actually
made everything seem new.
Receptionist: Ubuyile Jama?
-you’re back?
Luphelo: ewe. Ndinazo I messages apho?
-yes. Do I have any messages there?
Receptionist: Ndizithumele zonke Ku Yolanda.
-I sent them all to Yolanda.
Luphelo: okay…enkosi.
-thank you.
He said as we walked down the hall together. Luphelo is such a love
sick puppy because he walked me to my office and then went back to
his office.
During lunchtime though, he called the staff so we all gathered to listen to
him. It must be nice being a CEO. You just get to call random meetings
and everyone must just pitch up.
Luphelo: so last time I was here bendi lahliwe so you guys remember how
depressed I was. Kodwa keh ndingu Ngcolosi mna amadlozi am asebenza
I double shift, u 6-6 so ithe kanti uSisi umithi so she had to come back to
me.
-But I am Ngcolosi and my ancestors work double shifts, 6-6 so it
turned out that Sis is pregnant.
The staff laughed and started applauding when Luphelo took out my
positive pregnancy test.
Kelvin: uyindoda Jama!!
-you’re the man!!
Luphelo: uyayazi.
-you Know.
I was actually surprised to see the staff so happy for us. There were
even some women congratulating me because they knew I had to
be the pregnant one.
Luphelo: I can’t let you all know how this has changed my life…I’m going
to have a baby who would have thought? When this sort of thing
happens…it knocks sense into you…it makes you a better lover because
you know that the best gift a father can give his children is to love their
mother. And I would kill for my babys
Mother and if needs be…even die. But since none of that is
necessary…I chose to propose instead. So can my fiancee and the
mother of my child please come here?
I walked to him as the staff cheered. I am not Usually the type that likes
attention, Sihle enjoyed these kind of things in High School and University
but it was never my scene…however today I wanted every single eyeball
on me. I scanned the crowd as they cheered and watched Ovayo walking
away.
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Luphelo and I went to Eddie’s Office in Newton Park to write Luphelo’s will
after work. Honestly I didn’t like this kind of stuff…writing a will as a
preparation for death seemed like we were jinxing it. Once we arrived, he
talked us through the entire process. When it was time to get down to the
business of it all, Luphelo let me speak.
Eddie: Luphelo you know how a will starts mos…I don’t have to go
through that. But Ncumolwethu its just basically him having to state that
he’s not under duress, he’s over 18 and of sound mind blah blah.
Me: Okay.
Eddie: now you have to choose an executor to carry out the directions of
the will.
Me: That will be me.
Luphelo: yatsho lanto.
I laughed before nudging his shoulder. Eddie wrote down the details.
Eddie: Now we move onto the primary beneficiaries. Who are you going
to leave your assets to?
Me: Myself and the baby.
Eddie: uSihle yena?
-And Sihle?
Me: Utheni?
-What about her?
Eddie looked at Luphelo who looked down.
Eddie: Jama?
Luphelo: Majama how about we…leave some money for her but not
assets?
Me: No.
Luphelo: I’m waiting for paternity test results anyway Ta Eddie…so let’s
have it her way. If she’s still mine then we’ll see.
Me: sizobona kakade.
-we’ll really see.
Luphelo exhaled.
Eddie: and how are the companies going to be divided?
Me: 50% me, 50% for the baby.
Luphelo: No. 51% you and 49% for the baby. I want you to have the
power to make decisions so that 1% is gonna make a difference.
I nodded so Eddie jotted everything down and told us that the Will shall be
ready by the last working day. We double checked everything in Luphelo’s
estate and once we were done, we left. I then took a new picture of my
ring and then posted it on my WhatsApp status. I excluded everyone and
only left Sihle to piss her off. My caption was “today I really felt like a wife.
My fiancé and I went to his lawyer and he let me write his will. It feels good
to have someone consider you important enough to make decisions about
his life”. And Sihle must have viewed it because she called Luphelo’s
phone which was in my hands and then I cut her call before Luphelo even
noticed it was ringing.
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I was making dinner in Luphelo’s kitchen when I heard a knock on the
door. I went to open it and behind it Luyanda was standing with an
envelope in his hand.
Me: Molo Bhuti.
-hello.
Luyanda: hi sisi unjani?
-how are you?
Me: ndiyaphila enkosi wena?
-I’m well thanks and you?
Luyanda: ndi right. Ukhona uPabbles?
-I’m alright. Is Pabbles here?
I nodded before extending the door way for him to enter. He sat down so I
asked him if he would like anything to drink and he told me whiskey would
be good so I called Luphelo and then poured a shot of Luphelo’s King
James IV edition of Johnny Walker which I brought along with some
cheese and avocado topped crackers. Luyanda thanked me for them
before I went back to the kitchen but eavesdropped.
Luphelo: you have the results?
Luyanda: yeah… Nazi.
-here they are.
He put the envelope on the table.
Luphelo: I don’t know what to believe anymore. What if… You faked these
results trying to cover your ass?
Luyanda: Why would I do that if I know Sihle is mine?
Luphelo: azange wathatha responsibility wena Mkhuluwa… For anything
ebomini bakho. Kw a sisa khula it was always Luthando who took the heat
for every single one of us Ukhona wena umdala.
-you never took responsibility big brother…for anything in your life…
Even when we were still growing up it was always Luthando… Although
you were there and the oldest.
Luyanda: well you should know little brother that being born first
doesn’t magically give you courage.
Luphelo exhaled before he took the envelope and then opened it. He read
the results and then inhaled.
Luphelo: so she’s mine?
Luyanda: yes. I thought you’d be happy.
Luphelo: happy? Awumazi wena uSihle.
-you don’t know Sihle.
Luyanda: actually I do know her.
Luphelo: umazelaphi? Oh kanene I forgot you’re fucking with her aunt
which by the way yeka lokaka before I put an end to it myself.
-how do you know her?
Luyanda: Luphelo guard’a italk wena ndingu mkhuluwa wakho kwedin.
-watch how you speak to me I’m your big brother boy.
Luphelo: same big brother who watched me being abused and never said
shit. Yeah right…and unga phinde undibize kwedin endlini yam uyeva?
-and don’t call me boy again in my own house.
That for some reason must have flipped a switch with Luyanda who jumped
over to Luphelo in attempts to attack him but was instead met with a
devastating slap which knocked him down. I have never known that
Luphelo was capable of hurting someone like that. He dropped his big
brother with a single swat and then looked down at him..
Luphelo: sibadala ngoku Luyanda. Sobabini singama doda..ndaku
khaba unye ngoku undi khuphe kwi group chat ka WhatsApp ye
family. Ncumo ndicela ukhuphe le nkunkuma..
-we’re grown now Luyanda. We’re both men. I will beat you so much that
you will report me to the family’s WhatsApp group chat. Ncumo please
take this trash out.
He said before walking upstairs and left me to help Luyanda up. He
looked embarrassed because he could barely look me in the eye as
he walked out.
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Luphelo didn’t even eat dinner.. He just went straight to bed so Sihle
called me while I was eating dinner alone.
Me: hello?
Sihle: can we talk?
Me: about your Dad’s will? Don’t worry ukhona.
-you’re on it.
I lied.
Sihle: That’s not why I called. I’m here to tell you that I spoke to my
aunt… Uthi she lied about Luphelo. He didn’t sleep with Cynthia.
My heart dropped.
Me: And did my status somehow assist with this realization?
Sihle: No… It helped with the confession. Look she tricked me
Ncumo…and yes I was happy that “it happened” because I’m upset that
you’re pregnant and about to get married to Luphelo. You promised I
wouldn’t see nor hear about your relationship anymore.
Me: Yeah well Sihle that was kinda unfair because basically you’re
expecting my relationship to not go anywhere with Luphelo. He’s growing
older… By the time our kid is 7 he will be what?
40-41…is that what you want for Luphelo? To die a lonely bachelor who
doesn’t know what it’s like to change diapers of a kid he made?
She exhaled.
Sihle: Of course not Ncumo. Look I’m sorry… But now you can rest easy
knowing that he didn’t cheat on you.
Me: thank you for sharing that information. But next time please
understand I don’t give a fuck who my man fucks. As long as he’s coming
home to me.
Sihle: no problem. So… When are the negotiations? Or your
appointment? I would like to be there.
Me: Well negotiations are at the end of the month… And the
appointment is kinda gonna be restricted between Luphelo and I only.
Family can attend later on.
Sihle: I see… Please keep me posted.
Me: alright..
Sihle: bye.
Me: bye.
I hung up and then exhaled.
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Luphelo didn’t want to go to work the next morning.. He said he’s tired and
I thought he didn’t get much sleep last night because of the fight. So he
allowed me to take any of his cars to work and I chose the BMW. I love
that car… I love the color, the rims and the 4 pipes behind it. I especially
die for the interior and the comfort once you drive it… You never know
you’re driving too fast until you check the numbers.
I received a call from Luphelo’s mom once I was in my office.
Me: Ncumo Sifora’s phone hello?
Ma: ingathi ngewu qhela ujika I intro yakho sisi.
-I think you should get used to changing your intro.
I giggled.
Me: I should nyan… Unjani?
-how are you?
Ma: ndi right wena ninjani nomzuku?
-I’m okay how are you and my grandchild?
Me: si right ukufa noko uyandi sizela ngoku.
-we’re great at least he’s feeling sorry for me now.
She giggled.
Ma: kuhle keh. Majama kwenzeke ntoni konyana bam Izolo?
-that’s good. What happened to my sons yesterday?
Me: Uhm well… Luphelo said something uLuyanda didn’t like and
Luyanda tried to attack u Luphelo waske wabethwa. Yaphela njalo.
-and instead he got beaten… That’s how it ended.
Ma: baxabene ngala family?
-did they argue about that family?
Me: not really but… u Luphelo wanted Luyanda to stop sleeping with
Nolwazi. Things escalated from there.
Ma:hay 21 years later and sisa Xoxa into ka Nondwe. Enkosi Majama… I
look forward to seeing you xasewu lotyoliwe.
-and we’re still discussing Nondwe’s issue. Thank you… When you’ve been
paid for.
Me: okay Ma. Enjoy your day.
Ma: nawe Mamcethe.
-you too.
She hung up.
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°° 2 weeks later °°
It was finally time for Luphelo and I to go for our first doctor’s appointment.
We were so excited that we barely caught a wink of sleep last night
because we couldn’t wait to find out what the gender of our baby is. We
even bought two Steri Stumpies: one was Strawberry flavored and the
other was bubblegum flavored for absolutely no reason in the world other
than the fact that we’re a couple that’s having their first baby and doesn’t
know how to contain themselves.
We arrived a bit early and waited for about 2 hours and a half for our
appointment but we didn’t care. When we were called in, that was all that
mattered.
Doctor: welcome Miss Sifora and Mr Jama.
Us: thank you.
Doctor: I can tell by the smiles that this is your first pregnancy… For both of
you.
Luphelo: first pregnancy I get to be a part of.
Doctor: I see. Miss Sifora… I need to get your height, weight, blood
pressure, breathing, pulse etc… I also have to test you for diseases, a
breast exam-
Luphelo: you’ll touch my woman’s breasts?
Doctor: it’s minimum contact Mr Jama. It’s nothing sexual at all… Or
you can help me if you don’t like having people on your property.
Luphelo: I wouldn’t exactly refer to her as property but… I would
prefer to be the only man touching her.
The doctor agreed so he started running the tests on me including blood
and urine chests. After that I had my pap and pelvic tests. The appointment
was really long but then we finally got to the part Luphelo and I had been
waiting for. The ultra sound so we anxiously waited as the doctor applied
gel on my stomach. We focused on the screen before hearing a sound…a
weird sound that sounded something like a heartbeat. Luphelo Took my left
hand and then kissed it as we listened to the sound.
Doctor: Congratulations Luphelo and Ncumo… That is your baby’s
heartbeat.
Although our baby’s heart was beating… It made my heart stop and just
pay its respects to our little baby. This was a beautiful moment… A great
feeling to know that my womb bore fruit like a tree. Luphelo was in awe…
His mouth was hung open whilst his eyes were glued to the screen.
Luphelo: so Doctor… Where is my baby?
He couldn’t see anything so the Doctor giggled before pointing out our
baby to Luphelo who relaxed.
Doctor: Trust issues I see.
Me: he’s a lawyer so he always needs circumstantial evidence for
everything.
They laughed before the Doctor explained everything about the baby.
Luphelo requested to know the gender so the doctor searched for the
genitals and told us that we’re having a boy. I don’t know how Luphelo
predicted this but seeing the smile on his face when he knew that he is
going to have a son was the highlight of my entire life.
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°° Sihle’s perspective °°
Luphelo and I hadn’t spoken for almost a month now. He was not
replying to my calls so I begged Ncumo to speak to him on my behalf
and convince him to meet up with me. So we scheduled to meet at Red
Rock Spur and he was early. He never keeps a female waiting. He
thinks it’s the death of chivalry.
I arrived and then sat down on the chair opposite him. Normally
Luphelo stands up When I arrive to hug and kiss my forehead or
cheek but today he just ate his Buffalo wings.
Me: hello.
Luphelo: hi.
Me: You good?
Luphelo: yeah… You?
Me: Yeah. Uhm… Thank you for meeting me.
Luphelo: can’t say I had much of a choice Sihle.
Me: Are you really going to shut me out? Over a woman?
Luphelo: I’m not shutting you out over a woman. I’m shutting you out
because you’re selfish and borderline evil. Yafana no Doofensmirtz.
-you’re just like Doofensmirtz.
Me: Did you just… Mention Doofensmirtz?
He smiled. I really couldn’t believe that my father watches Phineas and
Ferb and felt like my personality matches that of an evil scientist.
Luphelo: mamela Sihle.. I love you. Ndikthanda kakhulu but you need to
understand that this is beyond Ncumo being your best friend now… It’s
about her being my wife to be and the mother of my child. If you threaten
my family in anyway… Then I will shut you out not because I love them
more but because if you take away my one shot at happiness then icacile
you don’t love me at all.
Me: Nolwazi lied to me and-
Luphelo: I don’t want to hear it Sihle. You had no right to tell uNcumo
whether I did it or not.
I exhaled.
Me: I’m sorry.
Luphelo: I’m sorry too. Truce?
Me: yeah Truce daddy.
He took my hand and then he kissed it.
Luphelo: I came from the Doctor… You’re having a brother.
He said before taking out pictures from the ultrasound and I had to act
excited although deep inside I was dying because this nigga is going to
have everything I didn’t have. Luphelo probably loves him more than he
loves me although he hasn’t even met him.
Me: Ncooooh what’s his name?
Luphelo: Kumkani. Ngu King Jama lowo fondin.
-that’s King Jama.
He gave me the pictures which I looked at with tears forming in my eyes.
Fuck Ncumolwethu ruined my life.
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°° Ncumolwethu’s perspective °°
Luphelo took me home before he went out to meet his daughter so I just
remained at home whilst cooking our dinner. It was still early but I was
tired and I wanted to get it over and done with already. Mommy called
me.
Me: Dr Sifora.
Mom: I think today I would like to hear Mama instead.
Me: I smell drama on the way.
Mom: Yeah well I’ve been lonely these past couple of days because my
one and only child is pregnant and has a fiance.
I laughed.
Me: You know other moms would be so happy about that but not you.
Mom: and rightfully so. There is nothing to celebrate about a marriage…
Get your paper and I’ll be happy. Well you are already doing that so…
I exhaled.
Me: Mama what’s going on?
Mom: I’m upset Ncumo… Luphelo’s family wants your father to be
present during the negotiations and they won’t let me negotiate by
myself although I told them that I am all you have.
Me: ndizo thetha Nabo ke… Kutsho bani?
-I’ll talk to them. Who said that?
Mom: La Tanci ka Luphelo une ntloko ingathi yi minivan.
-Luphelo’s uncle who has a head that looks like a minivan.
I laughed hysterically. Luphelo’s call cut through so I apologized to
Mommy and told her I was gonna call her back before answering my
Man’s call.
Me: Jama?
Luphelo: baby ndiqhabukelwe li tire. Ndicela uze ne spare wheel se X6.
-my tire burst. Please bring the spare wheel for the X6.
Me: Liphi?
-where is it?
Luphelo: Garage. I called an Uber for you so… Hurry and you’ll bring it with
the Uber.
Me: Should I give it to the driver?
Luphelo: ha.a iza I wanna see your pretty face.
I blushed.
Me: okay I’m on my way.
Luphelo: sure.
He hung up so I went to look for the spare wheel. I found it and then left
when the Uber arrived.
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The Uber took me to Walmer park to a street where there is a dead end. I
was sitting on the backseat, minding my business by watching 13 Reasons
why on Netflix when the Uber stopped.
Me: have you been paid?
Driver: yes ma’am.
Me: okay.
I climbed out of the car before being stopped in my tracks.. Luphelo’s car
was parked next to an electric blue Range Rover Evoque Sport with a bow
on it. Another SUV.
Me: Molo Luphelo.
-hello.
I said to my fiance who was sitting on the hood of his car.
Luphelo: Molo sthandwa sam.
Me: Uh… You have a tire burst?
Luphelo: are you seriously going to ignore your new baby?
He asked whilst laughing.
Me: this is for me?
I asked whilst getting emotional so he climbed off the hood of his car to
hug me. I returned his hug and even gave him a kiss because by then I
was full on crying.
Luphelo: this is a… Thank you for giving me a son gift.
Me: a car Luphelo? This is also my child at the end of the day.
Luphelo: hm wrong… Ngu Jama lona sthandwa sam. He’s my baby. So
that’s why you have your own to compensate for relinquishing your 50%
ownership of him.
We bought giggled as I sized up my new vehicle.
Me: I love you.
Luphelo: I love you more.
He said before kissing the side of my face and then giving me the keys
so I could drive my car back home..
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It was the day of my lobola negotiations and I had to reach out to my
cousin Onela and to a former high school classmate who DM’d me on
Instagram a few days ago and told me that she would like us to hang out.
So this was now my new idea of hanging out… I needed her to get
covered up next to me so that Luphelo’s uncles could identify me amongst
them.
I slept at home on Friday with Onela but my friend Thembie agreed that
she was going to come at 12 pm. I told her to use the backdoor.
Onela: So Ncumo… You’re really getting married at the age of 21?
Me: Yinton e wrongo? Too young?
-whats wrong?
Onela: yeah I mean… Luphelo is like over 30. And wena you were a
teenager like 2 years ago.
I laughed. She didn’t find it funny.
Me: hay wethu once udibane no Luphelo uzombona… Uzipholele lamntu.
-once you meet Luphelo you will see. That person is chilled.
Onela: yeah but…
I felt like I was going to throw up so I ran to the bathroom and did my
business. Maybe I was borderline tired of Onela’s questions. I may be
young but I was ready for this… If anything that Luphelo and I had gone
through in the past couple of weeks was anything to go by then I’m ready.
I brushed my teeth and my mom came into the bathroom.
Mom: u right angel face?
-are you alright?
Me: yeah… Ngu mntanam qha lona undi ghulisayo. Izophela nini lento
Mama?
-it’s my child that is making me sick. When is this going to end?
Mom: by the end of the first trimester you should feel better.
I nodded as I brushed my teeth again. Sihle came into the bathroom.
Sihle: hey mntase.
I wiped my mouth.
Me: hey.
Sihle: u ready?
Me: yeah… I’m ready.
Sihle: great… Molo King Jama.
-hello.
Me: Shh the family don’t know yet… We’ll tell them during the gender
reveal party.
She giggled.
Sihle: sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen no Mamakho.
Me: sure.
She kissed my cheek and for a moment there I was hopeful. I felt like I
had my friend back… And I thought that maybe we had a chance to
mend the fences and build the bridges between us and let the water flow
underneath it.
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°° Sihle’s perspective °°
My dad’s uncles called from behind the gate.
“Mamcethe, Chizama, Burhuma, Ncenceza…sithi oMqocwa, Zikhali
Mazembe, oJojo, Tiyeka, Mabombo, Ngcolosi”.
Ncumo’s mother, father and Mam Joy got up and then walked out to
meet Luphelo’s family outside who greeted and then offered R350 to
enter the yard. The trio representing Ncumo agreed on the fee so they
opened the gate and allowed the family to enter into the yard.
Luphelo’s camp followed behind Ncumo’s into the house and they were
allowed to sit for free.
Uncle #1: Sizoqhala ngo bulela ukba nisingenisile eyardini yenu nakwi ndlu
yenu.
-We are going to start off by saying thank you for allowing us to come
into your yard and into your house.
The second uncle put a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label on the
table and that’s when Ncumo’s camp could speak.
Dr Sifora: Yinton enibeka apha?
-what brings you here?
Uncle #3: Unyana wethu uLuphelo… iNtondo yika Lubango ibone
imbali kule gadi yenu… Wasithuma ukuba sizoy cola le mbali kuze
azokwazi uyenza le mbali ibe ngeyakwa Jama.
-our son Luphelo… Lubango’s last born saw a flower in your garden.
And he sent us to come and pick this flower so that he can make this
flower belong to the Jama’s.
Mam Joy: ningakwazi uyolatha le mbali?
-would you be able to identify this flower?
They nodded so Ncumo, Onela and Thembie were called and they all
came to the living room and got down on their knees with their heads
bowed. The uncles looked at her picture from Instagram and shaked their
heads.
Uncle #1: ezi selfie zabantwana. Eh Madoda. Ayingulona unga phakathi?
-these kids’ selfies. Oh man. Isn’t it the one in the middle?
It was Ncumo who wanted to burst into laughter. They then agreed and
sent the ladies away. It was then back to business.
Father: umntanam uye e Victoria Park
High School--my child went to…
Dr Sifora: ndi cinga abantu mabathethe nge zinto abazaziyo. Kodwa
ewe… uNcumo ndimse eVP. Wayofunda uNMU. Une degree ye
construction economics ngoku.
-people should speak about things that they know about. But yes… I
sent Ncumo to VP. And she went to study at NMU. She now has a
construction economics degree.
Uncle #1: Kodwa ngoku uphangelela uLuphelo andithi?
-but now she works for Luphelo right?
Dr Sifora: she works with Luphelo because she gives him ideas on how to
grow the business so her education does in fact benefit him.
Uncle #1: okay… Yintoni enye?
-what else?
Mam Joy: uNcumo udyole no Luphelo eyi ntombi nto kwaye ubuntombi
bakhe buthathwe nguye ngoku lonto ithi ukuba uNcumo uqeqeshekile. Uye
wamithiswa keh ngu Luphelo… Abe lona engu mntana wakhe wokqhala.
So akafikanga namthwalo.
-Ncumo dated Luphelo whilst she was still a virgin and her virginity was
taken by him so that says that Ncumo is disciplined. She was impregnated
by Luphelo… And this is her first child. So she didn’t come with baggage.
Uncle #1: kalok ezonto asizibali ngoba uLuphelo umnike umsebenzi for
ubuyisela into yoku thatha ubuntombi bakhe kwaye wam thengela ne
Range Rover. Ncumo wamitha… uLuphelo wacela umtshato. Asinozi
Bala ezonto.
-we cannot count that because Luphelo gave her a job to compensate
for taking her virginity and he bought her a Range Rover. Ncumo fell
pregnant… Luphelo asked for marriage. We cannot count those things..
Ncumo’s mom scoffed.
Dr Sifora: We want 10 cows worth R5000.. That’s all we want. And that
money must not be used for the wedding… Mayize kum Mama ka
Ncumo.
-It must come to me… Ncumo’s mother.
So Ncumo is worth R50 000? Realistically speaking she was underpriced
but she’s been a bitch lately so I was happy about this settlement. The two
families shook on it and that’s how the relationship was built.
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°° Ncumolwethu’s perspective °°
Luphelo called me after his family had left and I was sitting on my bed with
Onela and Sihle.
Waiting for mommy to get ready for the braai.
Me: baby.
Luphelo: niphi?
-where are you?
Me: I’m still here at home but I will be there soon.. I’m still waiting for
uMama.
Luphelo: okay… Unxibe I lingerie enga sokolisiyo baby… Yayazi
xandi tipsy andithandi ukusokola.
-wear lingerie that doesn’t give me hassles… You know I don’t like to
struggle when I’m tipsy.
I turned pink in the face and Sihle noticed so I went out of the room.
Me: Okay… Luphelo how much did they pay for me?
Luphelo laughed.
Luphelo: andiyazi kalok Ntikazi bazond xelela nam xabe buyile.
-I don’t know. They will tell me when they are back.
Me: will you tell me?
Luphelo: I can’t tell you Mamakhe. Maybe I might let it slip during pillowtalk.
I giggled.
Me: I can’t wait to be your wife.
Luphelo: I can’t wait to be your husband.
We continued speaking until Mom was ready to leave so we all took
my Range Rover to Bluewater Bay.
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When we arrived, it was quite full and I didn’t expect that. Luphelo
brought out his entire family with his friends as well which I was meeting
for the first time. There was alcohol, meat and salads with snacks as well
which was prepared by Lusanda whom I had grown fond of.
She came to hug me when I came in and we briefly spoke before
Luphelo came to me so she left to give us some space.
Luphelo: Molo sisi.
Me: Molo bhuti.
Luphelo: awuna nxaki ngam ndizo ncokola nawe phof?
-you don’t mind me speaking to you?
Me: no… Andazi mntu apha so I need your company.
-I don’t know anybody here.
He giggled.
Luphelo: okay… Ndingu Luphelo mna.
-I’m Luphelo.
Me: Ncumolwethu.
We shook hands and smiled at one another before he kissed my hand.
Luphelo: ndiyoyika bonanje Ncumo nje ndi lapha. Ungandi bethisi ngomntu
wakho.
-I’m scared since I’m here. Don’t set your man on me so he could beat me.
I giggled. That was a typical Xhosa man line.
Me: No don’t worry… I’m single.
Luphelo: nam ndi single… Awubaweli siyzame lento siybone ukba
ingasibekaphi? Hlambi singade sithandane… Sibeno nyana…Uxoxelwe
ilobola and maybe… Maybe ndikuthengele
Ne Range Rover.
-I’m also single. Don’t you want us to try this and see where it might take
us? Maybe we might fall in love… Have a son… Have your dowry price
discussed and maybe… Maybe I might buy you a Range Rover.
I giggled before turning to face him.. He can be so cute… So charming
when he reminds me of what we have together. He wrapped his arms
around me and then kissed me… His hand roamed down to my ass which
he grabbed but I pulled away because I felt his dick swell and I was
getting wet too.
Me: Luphelo… Let’s cut it out baby.
He didn’t reply. He just snapped himself back to life and took my hand as
he led me to the rest of the party.
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The gender reveal party went well… We used blue fire works to let
everyone know that we’re having a son. The party was going so well…
People were tipsy and it didn’t help that Zim showed up who is Luphelo’s
ex “source of sexual pleasure”. I saw her talking to Luphelo in the
backyard and I dreaded the possibility that something between them might
have happened so I called Luphelo.
Me: Luphelo Izapha.
-come here.
Luphelo: okay. Zim ndizo buya.
-I’m coming back.
I stormed into the house and he followed me to our bedroom.
Luphelo: what’s wrong?
Me: why are you talking to that bitch in private?
Luphelo: because she asked if we could speak in private Ncumo. Nothing
happened.
Me: Why is she even here?
Luphelo: Ncumo… Mamakhe…I’m not going to run away from the women
in my past. That’s not loyalty. Loyalty is being able to be around the
women in my past but still being faithful to you. But this is your house
now… You’re my wife. If she makes you uncomfortable. Mgxothe anye
baby.
-Tell her to leave.
I laughed.
Me: how are you able to keep your temper in check with me though?
Luphelo: it’s love Ntikazi. Can I leave?
Me: yeah sure.
He smiled before walking out. I walked out too and decided to fetch some
candy so I went to get candy from Luphelo’s candy wall. I took a cup but I
heard voices coming from Sihle’s room. I opened her door slightly.
Sihle: Nigga wants to tell Luphelo the truth. Khamqande mahn Nolwazi.
If Luphelo knows I’m not his child when he has a son on the way then he
will hate me. I can’t risk it. Luyanda is fucking risking right now.
She turned around just in time for me to pull my head away from the door.
My heart was beating heavily. I had tears in my eyes so I dropped my cup
and then ran downstairs.
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I was running down the stairs like a mad woman whilst I was crying.
Luthando stopped me when I was on my last step.
Luthando: whoa…Majama umyeni wakho akano thanda ukbona unje.
Utheni?
-your husband wouldn’t like to see you like this. What happened?
Me: I just… Heard something.
He raised his eyebrow.
Luthando: well if they started accusing my brother of cheating again then
don’t believe them.
Luphelo is selective of his bitches okay? He doesn’t just sleep with
anybody… Anyhow.
Me: Gee… Thanks as if that makes me feel better to know he would
actually put some thought into who he cheats on me with.
He laughed.
Luthando: you know what I mean. Have some milk. I can see you’re shook.
Me: ndicela I Amarula.
-can I please have an Amarula.
Luthando: Ncumolwethu hayi. Ufuna ughulisa uKing ngoku?
-you want to make King sick?
I exhale
d. Me:
No.
Luthando: What did you hear that fucked you up so bad?
Me: uhm…
Sihle came down the stairs and then looked at Luthando and I whilst
holding the cup.
Sihle: did anyone come up for some candy?
Me: Nope…why?
Sihle: because this is my dad’s house and I don’t appreciate people
who can’t tidy up after themselves.
She said before leaving. Luthando didn’t understand why she was so
pissed so he just shook his head and let her leave.
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In the evening when everybody had left, I started cleaning up in the
kitchen. Luphelo came to wrap his arms around me. I love it when he
does that… I feel safe in his arms. They are like a different dimension
where it’s all about me. I love his attention… To feel his heart beating
against my back.
Luphelo: baby stop cleaning. Macy will take care of it.
Me: I’m going to be a wife soon so… I need to be prepared to cook and
clean kokwenu when there is a ceremony.
Luphelo: awuzo bali khoboka wena Ncumo. Bayeke abanye bathumele
abafazi babo ukba baya qhonda. But not lowam.
-you won’t be a slave. Let the others send their wives if they think. But not
mine.
I blushed.
Me: uzand capukelisa Kodwa Jama nje.
-you’re going to make them hate me though.
Luphelo: I love you. That’s all that matters.
He said as he turned me around and then he kissed me. He put me
onto the kitchen counter and then pulled my underwear down my legs.
Luphelo: ndithe nxiba I lingerie.
-I said wear lingerie.
He whispered whilst kissing me.
Me: iyandi bamba.
-it’s tight.
Luphelo: Hm.
That must have turned him on because he turned me around again and
then inserted himself inside me doggy style. He pounded into my pussy,
his raw flesh penetrated me as I held onto
the counter with my shoulders back and head faced down. We were being
so animalistic with our fucking, there is nothing that turned him on more
than seeing my ass bounce on his dick.
I was moaning, he was moaning… We were both feeling it until he
ejaculated inside of me. He didn’t want to take his dick out so I took it out
for him. He wiped my pussy with his t-shirt which he took off and then kissed
my forehead before giving me a hug. I stayed in his arms.
Me: I don’t want to stop being in your arms.
Luphelo: awunyanzelwanga uyeke. You can stay right here as long as
you’d like.
-you aren’t forced to stop.
I smiled.
Me: aren’t you scared of getting married?
Luphelo: cimba ndinga khulela eNew Bright gqhiba ndoyike umtshato?
Baby please… I’m more scared of losing you.
-you think I would grow up in New Bright and then be scared of marriage?
I giggled.
Me: I have something to tell-
His phone rang.
Luphelo: hold that thought Ntikazi.
He took his phone and was on a long business call as I finished up
cleaning. After cleaning I took a shower and then went to bed where he
came back and then fucked me again.
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I barely got a wink of sleep last night so I was really tired in the morning. A
lack of sleep combined with the pregnancy tiredness fucked me up to the
point where I didn’t make breakfast. I just made sandwiches for myself,
wrote a note for Luphelo telling him that I’m going back home and then
drove to Mom’s house. She was still at home slightly hungover from
drinking yesterday.
Mom: what brings you here?
Me: I live here…
Mom: are you sure about that?
Me: Mom how many times must I apologize about spending most of
my days with my fiancé/baby daddy? He’s practically my husband now
so I don’t know why I’m apologizing.
Mom: awuzazi nyani.
-you really don’t know.
I exhaled.
Me: I came to talk to you about something though. I needed to run this
past a psychologist before… Going forward with it.
Mom: I’m listening.
Me: Izolo… At the party I overheard uSihle talking to her aunt and
she was saying that… Luphelo is not her father. And I don’t know
how to tell uLuphelo that.
Mom exhaled.
Mom: ilula lento Ncumo just… Open your mouth and speak.
-this is easy.
I raised my eyebrow.
Me: kutheni uyenza Lula lento Mama?
-why are you making this sound so easy Mom?
Mom: that’s because it is. Or uyeke uLuyanda amxelele ngokwakhe
uLuphelo.
-or you let Luyanda tell Luphelo himself.
Me: amxelele ntoni… Mama I never told you that… Or did you already
know?
She exhaled.
Mom: bendi yazi Ncumo but… Luyanda was my patient-
-I knew.
Me: and when did he tell you this? Before or after Luphelo told Sihle about
us?
Mom: Before.
She said before looking down.
Me: Wow Mama. Just wow. So all this time you watched mna no Luphelo
suffer and you didn’t say a thing?
Mom: Ncumo have you ever heard of doctor-patient confidentiality?
Me: Yes Pat but I thought being a Mom was more important than honoring
that stupid oath. I am out of here. I will come back for my stuff later.
Mom: Ncumolwethu I’m sorry!
She pleaded as I walked out to my car and then drove off.
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I drove to Luphelo’s condo in Humewood and then made myself at home
since I had the keys. I called him when I was inside.
Luphelo: Ncumo?
Me: ndicela ulala eHumewood namhlanje. Ndidikwe ngu Mama.
-Can I please sleep at Humewood today. I’m tired of Mom.
Luphelo: kwenzeke ntoni Ncumo? Anixabani nje no Mamakho.
-what happened? You and your mom never argue.
I laughed sarcastically. He must have forgotten the arguments we had
when I was fighting for our relationship.
Me: I don’t want to talk about it.
Luphelo: okay… Why ufuna ulala eHumewood Kodwa ndise Bluewater
mna?
-why do you want to sleep at Humewood when I’m here at Bluewater.
Me: I just wanna be alone Luphelo.
I said as the tears fell down from my eyes. What killed me was the thought
of telling Luphelo that Sihle wasn’t his and what it would mean for me to
have to be the one to ruin Sihle’s life. I was never supposed to be involved
in her family in the first place. All that Sihle did was to want me to meet her
father… And I did more than that. Even when my friend made sure my
outstanding balance for school was paid so that I could graduate and
made sure I was employed… I still managed to betray her and break her
heart. I had been so caught up with trying to build a future with Luphelo
that I forgot to consider Sihle in this whole thing. In my mind she was a
villian… An entitled spoilt brat… But that’s a character she had become
after my involvement with Luphelo.. Otherwise before me she was excited
to meet his “new girlfriend” and she didn’t mind me being around him…
Until she saw that my involvement was going to Fuck up hers.
Luphelo: can I at least come over ndizobona ukba use right na?
-to see if you are still alright?
Me: No trust me… I’m fine. Maybe it’s just the pregnancy that’s making me
so emotional.
Luphelo: ndicela ubalapho nani Ncumolwethu.
-Can I please be there with ya’ll.
Me: we’ll be fine Tiyeka… Bye bye.
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I remained at Humewood alone, eating delivered pizza from the couch
whilst doing a little bit of wedding planning. I heard a knock on my door
and when I went to open it was Sihle.
Me: hi.
Sihle: hey. May I come in?
Me: sure.
I opened the doorway wider for her and then she came in and took a seat.
Me: uyayfuna I pizza or-
-do you want pizza or-
She shook her
Head.
Sihle: No… I’m good.
I sat down on the couch opposite her.
Me: undifumene njani?
-how did you find me?
Sihle: I called your husband.
Me: first time hearing you call him my husband instead of your dad.
Sihle: that’s because I know you dropped the cup.
I exhaled.
Me: so you have been playing us all this time?
Sihle: Not all this time Ncumo I just found out not too long ago.
Me: wathulela ntoni?
-and why did you keep quiet?
Sihle: are you kidding me?
Me: No I’m not Sihle. Why? Is it Luphelo’s money-
Sihle: you must be out of your fucking mind Ncumo!! Have you forgotten
the relationship I had with Luphelo before you slept with him and made
him yours?
Me: I didn’t-
Sihle: you didn’t sleep with him? You didn’t make him yours?
Me: I didn’t forget.
We both exhaled. Tears started falling from Sihle’s eyes.
Sihle: Luyanda is a great dude and all… But Luphelo really knows how to
make a person feel special and loved. He made me feel like a daughter…
Although he’s only 12 years older than me but he really knew how to. And
by telling him… You’ll be taking away the only thing I’ve ever
wanted and you know that. Shit… Ncumo we’ve been friends since
we still shat ourselves during nap time. Don’t fuck me over like that.
Me: I have to tell him Sihle. I can’t lie to my husband-
Sihle: why haven’t you told him thus far?
Me: because I needed time to wrap my head around this.
Sihle: I don’t think so. I think it’s because deep down you know… The only
reason you have to tell him is because he’s your husband. Otherwise you
would have kept my secret and been a good best friend. But you got
yourself involved in my life and now you don’t wanna be the one to ruin it.
But go ahead Ncumo… Knock yourself out.
She said before getting up and then walking out leaving me in a pool of
tears.
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°° 2 months later °°
I had managed to keep Sihle’s dirty secret for two whole months which
was aided by our deal that she wouldn’t ask Luphelo for money nor
emotionally blackmail him into acting like a father that he isn’t to her. She
had managed to keep her end of the deal… And only came home when
needs be. Just like when it was Luphelo and I’s traditional wedding. We
had the biggest traditional wedding that our families had ever seen… Our
attires were something that him and I had sat down and discussed
together by taking pieces of different looks, putting them together and then
putting African print on them. We looked amazing… The pictures were
amazing and of course Instagram had a field day for those who followed
me. I was even given a name by Lusanda which they were going to call me
by whenever I step into a Mqocwa homestead and my new name is
Hlalumi Jama.
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I woke up next to my husband and kissed his lips while he slept. It’s kind of
unfair to have to watch him sleep until the sun comes out because he is the
boss and the rest of us have to wake
up early. I went to take a shower, got dressed in my clothes which
symbolise that I’m a new wife and then I went to make breakfast for myself
before heading to work. Ovayo was avoiding me all day, everyday since I
got married and I thought it was about time that he spoke to me.
Me: Ovayo?
Ovayo: yintoni Ncumolwethu?
-what.
Me: kutheni undiqhumbele kangaka nje?
-why are you so mad at me?
Ovayo: andiqhumbanga.
-I’m not mad.
Me: Really Ovayo? You talk to everyone here… Including my husband but
you won’t talk to me.
Ovayo: yeah well I can’t exactly ignore my boss.
I exhaled.
Me: what can I do to make it up to you?
Ovayo: you’re fucking married Ncumo… And pregnant! What else can
you do to make it up to me? Get a clone of yourself? Just leave me the
Fuck alone.
He stormed out of my office and I just stood there exhaling before I
heard an announcement from the intercom saying “Mrs Jama u busy?
Mr Jama ufuna uzokbona”.
-Mrs Jama are you busy? Mr Jama wants to see you.
And that was Luphelo himself so I went to fetch him from reception
and pulled him into my office.
Me: Jama bikhona iNeed yokba mawundi biza nge intercom ikhona
iPhone?
-was there a need to call me via the intercom when there is a phone?
He smiled.
Luphelo: andina airtime.
-I don’t have airtime.
Me: you could have used eye receptionist.
-you could have used the receptionists phone.
Luphelo: and what’s the fun in that?
Me: touche.
I said before we both giggled and he pulled me closer to him then kissed
me. Luphelo is so sexual that I knew as soon as he grabbed my ass that
he wanted to Fuck so I locked the door and we had a quickie. After the
quickie he kissed my forehead then helped me fix my clothes.
Luphelo: Hlalumi ndicela ungandi lindi. Ndizo goduka late.
-please don’t wait up. I’m going to come home late.
Me: uyaphi Taka Kumkani?
-where are you going?
Luphelo: to a party. I’ll be back.
Me: okay. Isn’t there anything else you wanna say so that you won’t say it
through the intercom?
He laughed.
Luphelo: no… I just love you.
Me: I love you more.
He kissed me and my belly before walking out.
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After work, I took a shower and then I changed into my casual wear. I
started packing alone before I received a call from Lusanda telling me that
she’s outside who came to help me pack up everything including
Luphelo’s “necessary” clothes so that we could be able to move to his
home in New Brighton since that is where we had to stay until I am
allowed to stop wearing my bridal clothes. Once we were done packing,
we carried everything to my Range Rover which now had a new number
plate MAJAMA1 EC.
On the way Lusanda told me that she’s hungry so I bought some KFC
for us and then we parked and ate on the side of the road.
Me: Lusanda ndicela uhlale nam phana endlini just until we move out.
-please stay with me there at the house.
She laughed.
Lusanda: Hlalumi… Uyay qhonda phof ukba it took me so long to buy a
house. And now that I’m in you want me to move back out?
Me: I understand inkulu lento ndiycelayo but please. What if your parents
over work me?
She laughed.
Lusanda: so in other words you want a partner? Hay sisi ayindim uMrs so
no.
-I’m not the Mrs.
I sulked and looked at her with puppy eyes.
Lusanda: hay hayi… Shit is this what my brother deals with?
I smiled and she gave in.
Lusanda: fine… But it’s not like they will over work you because Luphelo
made it clear that he doesn’t want his wife to work at all so lucky you.
I smiled before looking down.
Lusanda: Hlalu? Konke kuhamba kakuhle?
-is everything going well?
Me: yes… I mean no.
I said before a tear escaped my eye. I wiped it and then looked away.
Lusanda: uyaku abuser uLuphelo?
-is Luphelo abusing you?
Me: no… He’s far Better than what I had imagined a husband to be
judging by you know… The marriages I have been exposed to.
Lusanda: then what is the problem?
I exhaled.
Me: problem is… I kept a secret from him for the past two months.
Lusanda: what is the secret Hlalumi?
Me: Sihle is not his child… She’s Luyanda’s child.
Lusanda: God damnit Ncumolwethu!! Why the fuck would you keep that
from him?
Me: because… Lusanda!! Sihle shifted the blame back to me. She acted
like if I didn’t date her father… Luphelo… Then her secret would be safe.
She made me feel like I did wrong by her-
Lusanda: still not an excuse to lie to your husband. Hlalumi… I suggest
you tell Luphelo the truth. He may be better than the husband you
imagined him to be… But Luphelo hates being lied to. And he can make
your marriage be worse than the ones you’ve been exposed to. And
don’t you dare tell his ass I knew too because fuck… Luphelo is crazy.
She said before taking a reckless bite of her drumstick and then scoffing.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I was out with my mother who asked me to take her to see her traditional
healer since she was having a lot of nightmares and wanted to be cleansed.
I may come off as the type of man who believes in the western world
because of my lifestyle but I’m a black man so this kind of stuff is real to me
hence I didn’t mind taking Mommy there.
Mom: unjani umtshato ke nyana?
-how is the marriage son?
Me: ushushu si stove esiku 6.
-it’s as hot as a stove that’s on 6.
Mom laughed.
Mom: yi jersey Eno ntshontshi?
Me: yi ngubo ka Presles.
-it’s a blanket from Presles.
We both laughed.
Mom: I just hope Awuzo cheat’a Luphelo.
-you won’t cheat.
Me: no Mama ndiyakwazi uygcina ebrukweni. Can’t say I cheated on
anybody when I have never been serious about anyone.
-I can keep it in my pants.
Mom: okay… Qha suy Khuphela ku Hlalumi gqhith keh.
-just don’t take it out on Hlalumi too much.
Me: uye wathini kuwe dahn?
-what did she say to you?
Mom: just that uyifuna everyday. Myeke aphumle.
-let her rest.
I laughed.
Me: Mama I paid R50 000 for that ass. If I want it every day I’m gonna get it
everyday.
Mom: where did I go wrong with you?
She asked as we both laughed about it. We finally arrived at her traditional
healers house so we waited on the bench until it was Mom’s turn. After she
came out she told me that the healer would like to see me..I couldn’t
understand why but I couldn’t question her so I went into her small
backroom. She told me to leave my shoes outside but these were red
bottoms so I asked my mother to hold onto them for me. I closed the door
and then kneeled in front of the woman.
Healer: Luphelo… Mntaka Mama Jama.
-Mama’s baby.
Me: ukuxelele lonto uMama?
-did mom tell you that?
Healer: wancedwa ndim uMamakho ukba akubeleke. Wazalelwa apha
wena.
-I helped your mother give birth to you. You were born here.
Me: Kodwa bathi ndazalwa eGreenacres Hospital nje.
-but they said I was born at Greenacres Hospital.
Healer: mxm ngeyiphi medical aid? Wazalelwa ebobosini wethu wena.
-with which medical aid? You were born in a shack.
I was good without that
Information so I just nodded and allowed this to pass.
Healer: Luphelo bangaphi abantwana bakho?
-how many children do you have?
Me: two. Siphesihle who is 21 no Kumkani who is 21 weeks.
I giggled internally.
Healer: omnye wabo ayisingo wakho
-one of them isn’t yours.
My heart stopped.
Me: what do you mean?
Healer: ayise cace Luphelo. Omnye phakathi ko Siphesihle no Kumkani
ayisingo wakho. Mna ndibona umntana omnye apha qha.
-it’s so obvious Luphelo. One of them between Siphesihle and Kumkani
isn’t yours. I only see one child here.
I inhaled.
Me: Sihle bene DNA test ezimbini… Zombini zaphuma zisithi ngo wam.
-Sihle had two DNA tests made. Both came out saying she’s mine.
Healer: ingathi keh… Ngewu jonga ngapha ku Kumkani.
-it seems that… You should look on the other side at Kumkani.
I started hyperventilating before getting up and then storming out
of that back room. Mom: Luphelo!!
Luphelo: masambe Mama.
-let’s go Mommy!!
I said before storming to my car and then driving off.
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I called my Doctor who performed the vavosectomy operation for me
when I was alone at Humewood.
Doctor: Hello?
Me: Hey Doctor Smith it’s Luphelo Jama here.
Doctor: hey Jama to what do I owe the call? Have you changed your mind
about having a family again?
Me: no actually I have a question.
Doctor: I’m listening.
Me: so uhm…how long does it take a man to be able to be fertile
again after having his vasectomy reversed?
Doctor: that would take about 6 months to a full year.
I had a chest pain. How the fuck did Ncumo manage to fall pregnant in a
month?
Me: are there any special cases where it can happen sooner?
I asked while a tear escaped my eyes. The doctor laughed.
Doctor: special cases? I don’t know Jama… There are special cases
in everything… Just extremely rare.
Me: okay. Thank you.
Doctor: no problem.. Bye.
I hung up and then threw my phone against the wall and screamed. How
could Ncumolwethu do this shit to me?
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I went to my usual drinking spot, The Black Impala to just drink alone to
think about this bullshit. I was in a mess of emotions and I needed some
time to think about it before going off on Hlalumi. I guess I wasn’t strong
enough to face the truth…I guess I knew that by confronting her about this
then I would literally be pressing my own self destruction button because I
will not survive this. I would never be able to be a step father even under
normal circumstances… Let alone under these circumstances that I was
cheated on. I felt insecure about myself. That was a feeling that I was
never used to until now. And it’s as if the universe wanted to console me
because a pretty woman came to sit next to me. Not nearly as beautiful as
my wife but… Tell that to my dick.
Amahle: hey.
Me: hey.
Amahle: kutheni usela wedwa nje?
-why are you drinking alone?
Me: Nje.
-just.
Amahle: une nxaki emtshatweni?
-you have problems in your marriage?
I looked at my left hand and chuckled when I saw my ring. I didn’t even
wanna wear this shit but she made me do it.
Me: I don’t discuss my marriage with
anybody so… I swirled my glass before
drinking another shot. Amahle: L J
awusandi khumbuli neh? -you don’t
remember me?
I looked at her and took a good look. This is the girl I used to date
when I was still in high school. She was in Grade 8 when I was in
matric.
Me: Mahle?
Amahle: yeah. You good?
She said before leaning in for a hug and I gave it to her.
Me: I’m fine. Ubuye nini eBhayi?
-when did you come back to PE?
Amahle: last month… Gosh Luphelo… You were sexy in high school
but now you’re like… Grown and dammit…you’re married. It’s actually
sad because ubuya kwam ndiye ndabuzisa ngawe and they told me
utshatile. I just couldn’t believe it.
-when I came back I asked about you.
She sulked. I took her hand and then pulled her closer to me. She smiled.
Me: I’m married… So?
Amahle: so you’re that kinda husband right?
Me: call me whatever you wanna call me Amahle but the fact remains is…
You never gave me that blow job. And sakhumbula zawuy thanda njani
Bluewater Bay?
-remember how much you used to love Bluewater Bay?
Amahle: yes?
Me: I live there now so… Want a tour?
She bit her lip before taking my car keys and then walking out so I followed
her out.
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I drove to my house and then I parked in the yard when we arrived. She
was awe… Her mouth hung open as she admired it from the outside.
Amahle: Luphelo… Nguwe wonke lona?
-is this all you?
Me: yeah.
Amahle: wow… Une Mali Mos.
-you have money.
She said as I opened the door and let us in. She admired the interior more
than the exterior.
Amahle: umfazi wakho une ntlantla shame. Imagine coming home to this.
-your wife is lucky.
Me: ndicela unga thethi ngo mfazi wam.
-please don’t talk about my wife.
Amahle: why? Feeling guilty?
I didn’t reply because I just stared daggers at her until she apologized.
I took her upstairs where she went through every bedroom except the main
bedroom.
Amahle: ndicela uyibona torho.
-can I please see it.
Me: No.
I said as I walked down the stairs and she followed me.
Amahle: andizo hlala xesha lide njena.
-I won’t stay for long.
Me: Ncumo ndithe hayi.
-I said no.
I exhaled When I realised my mistake.
Amahle: so ligama lakhe elo? Lihle.
-so that’s her name. It’s pretty.
I sat down on the couch and then buried my face in my hands. I was so
annoyed by Amahle. She’s a great woman… Was down for me since we
were younger but I couldn’t get Ncumolwethu out of my damn mind. I
wanted to be attracted to Amahle so that I could survive after the divorce
but there was no way in hell that it was going to happen. I was never
going to recover from this…and the best way for me was to take myself
out of this damn mysery because Ncumo got me used to living without
my demons. She saved my ass from them but now she opened the
floodgates and allowed them to all come pouring in.
Amahle: Luphelo? Are you okay?
Me: khame Amahle I have to go.
Amahle: what about that blowjob?
Me: I’m not that type of husband.
I said before rushing out of the door, climbing into my car and then driving
off.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
Luphelo came home in the evening just when the family was about to have
dinner. Looking a bit cold in the eyes. He sat down next to me around the
dining room table but he didn’t even look at me.
Senior: bendi tshilo lendoda ayizoy phosa isophoro.
-I told you this man won’t miss supper.
We all laughed.
Luphelo: ndihambe Tata?
-should I leave Dad?
The room fell silent.
Senior: Luphelo! Mamela lento ithethwayo uyeke ucinga lento
ufuna uyicinga. Ndinga funelantoni uhambe?
-Listen to what is being said and stop thinking what you want to think.
Why would I want you to leave?
Luphelo: mxm.
He said before shrugging and then eating his food. I didn’t know what was
wrong with him and I didn’t want to ask him in front of everybody. I thought
it would be better to ask him when we’re alone.
Lusanda: Pabbles uyile keh kwi party?
-did you go to the party?
Luphelo: No.
Lusanda: why?
Luphelo: for fucks sakes Lusanda! Khandiyeke.
-leave me alone.
Mrs Jama: ndikbethe unye keh ngoku Luphelo. Ungenwe Yinton?!
-and then I fucking beat you Luphelo. What has gotten into you?
Luphelo: mxm Hlalumi masambe.
-let’s go.
Me: siyaphi?
-where are we going?
Luphelo didn’t respond because he just got up and walked out. Lusanda
looked so concerned that she asked me to keep my location on just in
case. I didn’t understand why that was necessary… I’m Luphelo’s
pregnant wife. Surely he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me but when she
said please I decided to trust her. I followed Luphelo out to the car who
drove off when we were inside. It was awfully quiet in the car.
Me: Ngcolosi utheni?
-whats wrong?
He didn’t reply. He just kept driving whilst his gaze was focused on the
road. He finally stopped on a gravel road at Swartkops and then looked at
me. My heart was beating out of proportion… His gaze was sinister.
Something didn’t feel right here. This isn’t my husband. Its as if he was
possessed.
Me: Luphelo u right?
-are you alright?
Luphelo: ngu mntana weyiphi ndoda Lena uythweleyo?
-whose man’s child are you carrying?
My mouth hung open and my breathing slowed down. I couldn’t
understand what kind of question this is.
Me: Luphelo… I have never slept with another man besides you. Undibuza
njani lonto?
-how can you ask me that?
I was boiling internally. How dare he question my God damn morals.
Luphelo: that’s funny ngoba ndisuka kwi gqirha lika Mama wathi ukba
omnye phakathi ko Sihle no Kumkani ayisingo wam. I had two fucking
DNA tests from Sihle saying she’s my kid!! Kumkani yena?!!! It takes 6-12
months for a man to be able to recover from a vasectomy you fell
pregnant in a month! How?!
-I just came from moms Healer and she said one between Sihle and
Kumkani isn’t mine.
My breathing stopped. I wanted to be there for Sihle… Have her back but
playtime was over. I never expected this… Never expected this lie to get
to this point where Luphelo would question Kumkani’s paternity.
Me: Sihle is not your child Luphelo not u Kumkani!! They faked the second
DNA test.
I said whilst crying.
Luphelo: what about the first? And ngubani uThey?
-who is they?
Me: Luyanda and Nolwazi.
Luphelo: and you knew all of this and didn’t tell me?
Me: I’m sorry.
I said whilst crying. Luphelo looked at me and then took out some pills
from his pocket and then he put them on the armrest.
Luphelo: zi abortion pills ezi-
Me: Luphelo hayi-
Luphelo: Mamela Ncumolwethu!! I brought you here to give you these
pills and force you to drink them Because I wanted to hurt you like I’m
hurting but I can’t. Qha wena uzonyiswa yinto ebizwa yindoda because I
have never cheated on you and I never will. And I will never understand
your reasons-
-but you will suffer through what is called a man.
Me: Goddamnit Luphelo just have the third DNA test On Sihle. Call
her… Do whatever. But I know this boy is yours… Kumkani ngo wakho.
And if she is still your child then I will let you divorce me and not even
fight for your money. I would never-
A car pulled up behind Luphelo’s car and out came Lusanda. She ran
to our car and then opened the side of Luphelo’s door.
Luphelo: so she sent you to come check up on her?
Lusanda: Luphelo you know how you get xawuno msindo. I was just
worried about her because I could see it in your eyes that you aren’t okay.
-when you’re angry.
Luphelo got out of the car, grabbed Lusanda’s car keys and then walked
to Lusanda’s car and drove off with it.
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Lusanda drove off with Luphelo’s car whilst I cried on the passenger seat.
Lusanda: are you okay?
Me: are you serious?
She didn’t reply so I took my phone and Then I called Sihle.
Sihle: Lumie?
The tears started falling from my eyes again.
Me: Uyayazi nyani Sihle.
-he knows the truth.
Sihle exhaled.
Sihle: u Right wena?
-are you alright?
Me: I’m trying. I’m sorry.
Sihle: kwenzeke ntoni?
-what happened?
Me: he… He uhm… Bekhaphe uMamakhe aye kwi gqirha lathi omnye
phakathi kwakho no Kumkani ayisingo wakhe and he thought Kumkani
isn’t his child because he got two DNA’s from you. And he had this
goddamn vasectomy that takes 6-12 months to make a man fertile again
so he doesn’t understand how I fell pregnant so soon. I had to come clean
Sihle.
-he went with his mom to a Healer and it said that between you and
Kumkani one isn’t his.
Sihle: is he mad at you?
Me: but what about you-
Sihle: fuck me Ncumolwethu that’s your fucking husband. Is he mad at you
for lying for me?
She asked whilst breaking down on the other end of the phone and I cried
too.
Me: yes…I don’t know. He’s just mad. I don’t know about which part.
Sihle: okay. Ndizothetha naye.
-I’ll talk to him.
Me: okay.
Was all I could say.
Sihle: I’m sorry. I love you.
Me: I love you too.
Sihle: bye.
She said before hanging up and I broke down even more so Lusanda
stopped by the garage to get me some water.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I arrived back at Bluewater Bay where Amahle was sleeping on the couch. I
admired how she didn’t take it upon herself to sleep in one of my bedrooms
so I carried her to a spare bedroom. I then sat on the floor of my own living
room while wrapping my arms around my legs. I was deep in thought…
Recalling all of the events that had just occurred. It dawned on me that
Hlalumi knew that Sihle was not my child but didn’t say anything to me.
That killed me… Because by the looks of things she chose to be loyal to
her best friend than to her husband. But what did I expect? These people
have been friends since creche and the mere fact that Sihle ranked higher
in Ncumo’s personal hierarchy than I did showed me that she was not
worthy of being my wife. That’s when I realised that I married her sooner
than she could handle… I’m 33 years old and she’s 21. I’m a grown man
and she’s still trying to figure her shit out that’s why she thought it was a
good idea to lie. Or maybe she was even lying about Sihle’s paternity and
was just buying herself some time. Damn Nondwe for ruining my fucking
life.
I heard a knock on the door so I went to open it. It was an Uber driver.
Me: yes?
Driver: Hi I’m here to drop off a package. It’s from Mr Luyanda Jama.
I looked down at the envelope and then took it.
Me: thank you.
I said before giving the driver a tip which he thanked me for. I closed the
door and then opened the envelope up. It was a copy of Sihle’s paternity
results stating that Luyanda was the father and it dated back to around the
time Luyanda broke into my place. I sat down on my couch and cried
about it. I admit it… I cried about it. I was fucking angry, hurt, betrayed… I
was a ball of emotions and I noticed there was a hand written note by
Luyanda at the bottom.
Mninawa I am sorry. I have failed you. Please forgive me.
I tore that shit up and then threw the pieces of paper aside.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I barely caught a wink of sleep last night. I was too busy thinking about
Luphelo and how he must be feeling so as soon as the sun came up I
got up and then drove to Bluewater Bay
Where I thought he might be. I ignored Sihle’s request, who drove from
Grahamstown to Port Elizabeth at night just to be with me, to leave
Luphelo alone to cool off.
I arrived at Bluewater Bay and I was happy to see Lusanda’s car parked
so I went to open the door and what I found killed me inside. There was a
woman in my kitchen. I looked at her making breakfast for two people
whilst wearing my husband’s t-shirt.
Me: ungubani ke wena?
-and who are you?
Amahle: oh hi Ncumo. I’m Amahle.
Me: Gama lam ngu Hlalumi.
-my name is Hlalumi.
Amahle: okay. Hi Hlalumi.
Me: ufuna ntoni endlini yam? Unxibe impahla yomnyeni wam?
-what are you doing in my house? Wearing my husband’s clothes?
Amahle: ubuphi wena Izolo kuze umnyeni wakho bene stress eBlack
Impala?
-where were you yesterday when your husband was stressed at the Black
Impala.
Luphelo came down the stairs looking tired.
Luphelo: Amahle ngu mfazi wam lona. Mhloniphe endlini yakhe.
-this is my wife. Respect her in her house.
Amahle: fine.
We heard the sound of a hooter going off.
Luphelo: that’s your Uber.
She shrugged before storming out so I went to switch the stoves off
and threw away her breakfast because I don’t know what she could
have slipped in there for my man.
Me: Luphelo we have one disagreement based on a traditional healers
unreliable opinion and you go out there and fuck these bitches in our
house?
Luphelo: unreliable?
I exhaled.
Me: you get my point.
Luphelo: I’m not a cheater Ncumo. I can’t anymore. But if that’s what you
think then I’m glad cos It means it’s gonna fuck you up like I’m fucked up
right now.
Me: Baby please listen-
Luphelo. Andifuni Ncumo. Now make a decision… I leave or you leave?
Cos I don’t wanna be around you right now. I only said that shit to Amahle
cos I don’t want people to know our business but fuck Ncumolwethu. I
don’t trust you anymore. I lost my connection with that child growing inside
of you. So I want a DNA test on him too although I got Sihle’s real paternity
test . It will cost me R20 000 to do it now but I don’t give a fuck. Until
then… Don’t call me. I will text you the rest of the details sometime later.
He said before taking his ring off and then putting it on the granite counter.
I was speechless as I watched my husband walk out of the door and leave
me standing in that lonely kitchen.
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I stood frozen in the center of the kitchen before he came back into the
house.
Luphelo: ndicela isitixo sam.
-can I please have my key.
I gave him his car key and in return he gave me back Lusanda's car key.
Me: Luphelo please don't leave.
He didn't reply. He just walked out so I called my mother whilst
crying on the barstool. Mommy: angel face?
Me: Mommy he's leaving me.
I said before crying on the phone.
Mommy: kwenzeke ntoni Hlalumi?
-what happened?
Me: he found out that I knew Sihle isn't his... And what's worse is he went
to this stupid traditional Healer with his mother who told him that either
Sihle or Kumkani isn't his... So he confronted me thinking that Kumkani
isn't his but he got Sihle's paternity test and now he wants Kumkani's
paternity test too.
Mommy: but why xakuthiwa only one isn't his?
Me: Mama Luphelo had a vasectomy reversal surgery and I fell pregnant
way quicker than was expected.
Mommy: but baby... Medicine has a lot of special cases nje. Is he
really leaving you? I swallowed as I stared at his ring on the
counter.
Me: andazi Mama. He left his ring.
-I don't know Mom.
I heard my mom breaking down too.
Mommy: are you okay?
Me: no. You?
Mommy: no. Do you... Want me to speak to your in laws?
Me: they know. Bathe bazothetha naye.
-they said they will speak to him.
Mommy: when?
Me: I think today.
Mommy: okay... Ubuyele kum keh sthandwa sam. Qina.
-get back at me my love. Stay strong.
Me: Okay.
Mommy: sure. Bye.
Me: bye.
I hung up on her and then wiped my tears. I took Luphelo's ring and
then I put it in my wallet before holding onto my belly.
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°° Luphelo's perspective °°
I received a call from my mother when I was still driving around with no
direction. I answered it reluctantly.
Me: hello Mama.
Mommy: msunu ka nyoko yinton lekaka uyenzayo?
-what the fuck are you doing?
Me: Mama sundi thuka. I'm not in the mood.
-don't swear at me.
Mommy: ucinga ndine xesha le moods zakho Luphelo? Uyi khululela ntoni
ring yakho?
-you think I have time for your moods? Why did you take your ring off?
Me: bindi bamba.
-it was too tight.
Mommy: oh... Biku bamba? Waze wayazi nini ukba iyaku bamba msunu?
-it was too tight? And when did you realise that it's too tight?
Me: Mama Uyayazi phof ukba uNcumolwethu-
-do you know that Ncumolwethu-
Mommy: HLALUMI!! Ligama lakhe elo.
-that's her name.
Me: whatever wethu Mama... She knew Sihle isn't mine but wathula
knowing good and well how Sihle came to be and what her existence
meant to me. I had to find out in one night that Sihle isn't mine, my wife is a
liar, my brother screwed me over and that there is a possibility that
Kumkani might not be mine and you want me to go around wearing a ring
ezondi khumbuza about my fucked up marriage right now?
Mommy: Kumkani isn't yours? Luphelo uMaduna uthe omnye akasengo
wakho. One. Siyayazi ngubani lo One. Ngu Sihle.. Umfakelantoni
uKumkani kulento?
-said one isn't yours. And we know who that one is. It's Sihle. So why are
you putting Kumkani into this?
Me: Mama I deal with several cases like this I'm a lawyer. Men come in
day in and day out bathi they ignored the signs and let things go without
getting the full truth but I will not let it go. And if Hlalumi wakho has nothing
to hide then makaphole. Mom exhaled.

Mommy: Funeka nithethe no mfazi wakho so ngo 6 izani. Ndizo biza

no Sihle no Luyanda--you and your wife have to talk so at 6 please
come. I will call Sihle and Luyanda-
Me: No Mama. Just Hlalumi and I please.
Mommy: Luphelo... Pabbles wam? Ntondo yam yokqhala
neyokgqhiela. Nanaza nananaza nanananaza.
Mommy still thinks I'm a little baby but I must say, her making those
same baby sounds she used to make for me when I was younger felt
good.
I laugh
ed. Me:
fine.
Mommy: okay baby.
Me: I love you
mommy. I said in my
deep voice. Mommy:
I love you too son. I
hung up.
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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°
We waited for Luphelo for about 15 minutes before he arrived. It was
quiet around the dinner table. All of us had anxiety because Luphelo is
the craziest member of an already crazy family Because even his father
was nervous.
When he arrived, the entire room fell silent. He didn't even greet anybody
but he did manage to kiss my Mom's forehead. Luphelo genuinely loves
my Mother. A tear fell from my mother's eyes when he kissed her and
Luphelo looked emotional too because they didn't want to lose each other
through our marital problems. I wiped my eyes too as Luphelo sat down
and stared into the eyes of Sihle and Luyanda. I was just glad I wasn't the
one on the receiving end of his ruthless stares.
Ma: ndicela uthethe
torho Pat. -Please
speak Pat.
My mom swallowed.
Mommy: ndicela uba xolele Luphelo.
-please forgive them.
Luphelo: andifuni Pat.
-I don't want to.
Mommy: ndiyakcela.
-please.
Luphelo shook his head slowly before wiping his nose with the
sleeve of his hoodie. Mommy: so yi divorce ngoku?
-so it's a divorce now?
Luphelo: depends on the results.
Me: I never cheated on you Luphelo. Uvile nawe Mos kuthweni. It's either
Sihle or Kumkani.
-you heard what was said.
Senior: nyana... Majama uthwele unyana wakho. Sukubane nkani.
-son... Majama is carrying your son. Don't be stubborn.
He exhaled and then he looked at me.
Luphelo: awunikanga mntu impundu wena?
-didn't you give anyone ass?
Me: never.
He bit his lip before looking back at his parents. He was starting to melt
and that's what he was avoiding.
Luphelo: ndoyika ukuyi yeka lento so gqhiba ndim thande uKumkani so
gqhiba kuthiwa ayingowam. Ngoba my doctor said it's extremely rare
for me to be fertile so soon... He said extremely gqhiba wathi rare. How
do you expect me to not freak out.
I laughed internally. The emphasis on the "extremely gqhiba wathi rare"
was unnecessary. -I'm scared of letting this go and then love Kumkani
and it turns out that he's not mine. Senior: uzobeleka soon uMajama.
Nyamezela... Inyani izophuma ungayenzanga le DNA test iphambeneyo.
Kodwa nyana ndi yakwazi uyam thanda uHlalumi. Naye uyakthanda.
Uthando lwenu aluqheleki. Andiqhondi ukuba angade akuxokisele
kangaka. Nalento be yenza...
Ebecimba uyaku khusela. Mxolele nyana... Usemncinci naye umfazi
wakho usezo khula abone kwenziwa njani emtshatweni.
-Majama is going to give birth soon. Endure... The truth will come out
without you doing this dumb DNA test. But son I know you love Hlalumi.
She loves you too. Your love is unique. I don't think she would lie to you
like this. And even this thing that she did... She thought she was protecting
you. Forgive her son. Your wife is still young and she will grow up and see
how it's done in a marriage.
Luphelo: okay.
Ma: Luphelo usamthanda uHlalumi?
-do you still love Hlalumi?
Luphelo: Uthando lwam Liku ultra power saving mode... But ewe.
-my love is on ultra power saving mode... But yes.
We laughed gently.
Ma: Hlalumi wena usamthanda uLuphelo?
-do you still love Luphelo?
Me: Uthando lwam Liku battery fully charged. Please remove charger.
Lusanda: 100% kwedin.
She said before we all laughed again.
Ma: haike we're done here. Now uSihle no Luyanda-
Luphelo: Mama intwe balulekileyo is fixing things with my wife. Not Naba.
Ma: akhange bacinge-
Luphelo: Ngam. They didn't think about me. None of you know what it's
like to be molested except well... Luyanda. I suffered for years and you
three made a decision for me that I would not have made for myself. This
decision had no benefit for me.. I love Sihle but you were emotionally
abusive and entitled. And if Hlalumi would have told me... Or any of you
then I would have been at peace. Maybe even adopted you if your father
doesn't want you but you lied. Dragged my wife in this shit. Made me go
crazy for a night. But
Never again. I want the car I bought you. I want the fees I paid at Rhodes
and NMU. I want the phone I bought you. I want every single thing I
bought back by tomorrow. I want everything back.
Sihle: Luphelo-
Luphelo: no Sihle. Ndi grand.
-I'm good.
He shut down her attempt to explain.
Luyanda: I will pay for everything.
Luphelo: I really don't care how or where payment comes I just want it.
Luyanda: okay Mninawa.
Mommy: Luphelo... You do have the ability to forgive them but it's going to
take time for you because I know what you went through. I didn't become a
lesbian from being left by a man... I was raped too. It happened once but it
fucked me up enough to change my sexuality. For Luphelo it happened
frequently and when it didn't happen he was scared that it would. I won't tell
everybody what you said to me but sexual abuse is the worst thing that can
happen to a person and you three forced Luphelo to have to be a father to
a traumatic experience in his life and that was fucked up. You never
considered the flashbacks he must be experiencing when he sees her...
You didn't consider how having a grown daughter at his age makes him
feel. It gave him anxiety attacks because he didn't know when the next
emotional abuse attack is going to come from Sihle... And everytime it
happened he had to be a Dad and give into whatever she demanded and
couldn't lash out even when it felt like his intestines were burning from
anger. He felt bad for not loving her enough when he didn't have to. And
that was fucked up and that's a psychologist saying it's fucked up. You
three fucked up. Plain and simple. And if he was a woman everybody
would be on his side but because he's a man he gets a call from his mom
swearing at him and forcing him to come to meetings as if he's wrong. He
gets ganged up. Men are emotionally weaker than women don't let their
muscles fool you.
The mood became depressing. Mom made us all think about where we
went wrong and the whole family became quiet for a while in an
unawkward silence. There were tears involved... I cried because I had no
idea that this happened to my mother who cried when she made eye
contact with me.
Ma: so sigqhibile?
-are we done?
Lusanda: not until Luphelo wears his ring.
Luphelo: I'm not ready.
Senior: Luphelo... Nxiba lo ring. Uzi noodles dahn njema ufuna uba ready?
And uzolala ecamko mkakho namhlanje..
-wear that ring. Are you noodles since you want to be ready? And you're
sleeping next to your wife tonight.
Ma: no... Unyana wam ulala nam namhlanje. Wena Lubango bona ukuba
uzothini.
-my son sleeps with me tonight. You Lubango should see what you are
going to do.
Luphelo looked at me because he wanted his ring back and I told him he
doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to yet... Or at all because he was
against wearing it from the start.
The meeting was adjourned so everybody got up and parted ways.
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°° Luphelo's perspective °°
I went to my parents' bedroom and then I sat down on the edge of the bed
whilst undressing.
Mommy: hay hay Luphelo nxiba ipyjama. Andingo Hlalumi mna njema
uzolala nge underpants.
-wear a pyjama. I'm not Hlalumi since you want to sleep in your
underpants.
Me: hay Mama ku shushu.
-it's hot.
She exhaled before climbing into bed and we both faced opposite
directions.
Mommy: Pabbles?
Me: Ma?
Mommy: awuzobano msindo?
-aren't you going to be angry?
Me: nganton?
-about what?
Mommy: uMaduna uxelelwe ndim ngalento yenu.
-I told Maduna about this thing of yours.
I became dumb.
Me: uthini Mama?
-what are you saying?
Mom sat upright and sighed.
Mommy: Pabbles ndithi... Ndiye ndava ngalento ka Sihle andakwazi uku
xelela. Ndiye ndava ngo mfazi ka Luyanda. Nda qhonda keh mnake
mandiye ku Maduna abe ngathi uyibonile lento kwaye iye Yandi capukisa
ukuba yena maka kwenze uthanda buze no Kumkani. Bekunga melanga
uyenze njalo... Bendi funa athi ngu Sihle ongaso ngo wakho qha.
-I'm saying... I heard about this Sihle thing and couldn't tell you. I heard
from Luyanda's wife. So I thought I should go to Maduna and let it be like
she saw this herself and it annoyed me that she made you doubt Kumkani.
She wasn't supposed to do it like that. I wanted her to say Sihle isn't yours
and that's it.
My heart dropped so I sat upright and looked at my mother.
Me: do you have any idea what you have just done?
Mom: Bendizama uku xelela inyani Pabbles without making us get our
hands dirty.
-I was trying to tell you the truth.
I buried my face in my hands. I was done being angry.
Me: it's okay.
I comforted my mother who was now crying.
Me: Funeka ndiyo thetha nomfazi wam ngoku.
-I need to go speak to my wife now.
Mommy: okay. Call me if you need back up.
Me: okay.
I said before kissing her cheek and then walking out of the bedroom.
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Naturally I'm a person who can't deal with nor handle pain.. So whenever
the going gets tough I like to play things off like they don't matter. So when
my mother made her revelation I played it off like it never happened just so
that I could get through the night.
I locked our bedroom door and then I undressed. I had my purple lingerie
on and I admired my body in the mirror. I look good for a pregnant woman
in her second trimester. I rubbed my belly whilst looking in the mirror and
then decided to take pictures. I heard a knock on the door.
Me: ngubani?
-who is it?
Luphelo: your husband.
I screamed internally before collecting myself and then opening the door.
He would not have called himself that if he didn't come in peace. He stood
by the door when I opened and then looked me from head to toe.
Luphelo: utixelani?
-why did you lock?
Me: kukho abantu so akhange ndifune mntu angene e spacin.
-there's people so I didn't want anyone to come in unannounced.
Luphelo: I see. Ndicela unge-
-may I please come-
I pulled him inside before pinning him against the door and then kissing
him. He was already in his underwear, I was already in my lingerie so it
made sense for us to fuck. He put me down onto the bed and then he
pulled my underwear to the side before entering me. He fucked me
missionary style whilst my legs were wrapped around his waist, forcing
him to penetrate me deeper. I sucked his neck whilst he was fucking me
before the door opened and in Lusanda came whilst holding a tray with
chocolate ice cream and Oreo's. Luphelo slid off me and exhaled.
Lusanda: uMamakho Uyayazi ukuba uphumile kwi cot yakho wena?
-does your mother know that you're out of your cot?
She took a swing at Luphelo for being a Mama's boy.
Luphelo: Lusanda khahambe Ndakcela.
-Lusanda please leave.
Lusanda: but Hlalumi we planned to watch the second season of 13
Reasons why together while your husband went to breastfeed from his
mother.
Me: mntase we can always do that I will even pay for this month's Netflix
bill.
Lusanda: Hlalumi me? Or Luphelo? Because he would choose his mother
over you.
Luphelo: Lies.
Lusanda: Hlalumi Jama? Me? Or dick?
I didn't know how to reply so I just turned to face Luphelo's direction who
kissed me and then climbed on top of me again. Lusanda got the
message so she walked out of the room before
Luphelo and I continued fucking.
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In the morning I went to make Jungle Oats for the entire family and then
set the table before waking everybody up for breakfast. Everyone came
down and took their seats and we greeted each other.
Ma: ni right Hlalumi no Luphelo?
-are you alright?
Lusanda: zi right ezintwezi.
-these things are alright.
Senior: umsindo duu.
We laughed.
Luphelo: si grand Nozala.
-we're good Mommy.
Me: family ndine appointment ngomso ngo 4 ka King Jama so ukba
nizokwazi Ukuza itshoni yazba ndizo phuma early emsebenzini ndizoni
Landa.
-I have an appointment tomorrow at 4 for King Jama so if you are able to
come please say so so that I could knock off work early to come and fetch
you.
Ma: sizokwazi thina.
-we will be able to.
Me: Lusanda?
Lusanda: andizokwazi ukuza mna and I have 13 reasons why.
-I can't come.
I laughed. She is still upset about that.
Me: please mntase. I will make it up to you.
Lusanda: I'm only coming for King's sake otherwise...
She rolled her eyes at me before taking a spoon full of her porridge.
Ma: Hlalumi how did you react keh to what he told you?
Me: told me? Ngantoni?
-about what?
I looked at Luphelo.
Luphelo: I didn't get a chance yesterday but sewumxelela ngok wakho
Mama.
-tell her yourself.
He said before getting up and then taking his dish to the kitchen. He then
went back upstairs to our bedroom leaving me puzzled. His mother then
told me the story of how she asked the traditional Healer to tell Luphelo
about Sihle's paternity but the Healer fucked it up and threw my son into
this. Honestly I was fucking mad at his mother. I was livid that she allowed
my morals to be questioned over her own doing and she just watched it all
happening and only decided to come clean when the dust had settled.
Ma: Uvile Majama?
-did you hear that?
Me: yeah... It's okay..I nodded before collecting everyone's plates and
then washed the dishes in the kitchen.
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Luphelo left for work earlier than I did but he was now spending more time
at JLS than he did at Jama Constructions so I knew I wouldn't get to see
him until we get home. I called him five times and he didn't reply.. Perhaps
he was avoiding me because he knew I was going to go off.. So I called
Mommy..
Mommy: baby girl?
Me: hey Mommy are you okay?
Mommy: if you're asking about what I said then please drop it.. I don't
wanna talk about it.
Me: but Mommy we have to discuss-
Mommy: no we don't have to discuss anything Hlalumi. This is why I didn't
want to tell anybody. I vowed to never speak a word about this but I had to
be with my son yesterday. He needed me to be on his side. But that was
just for yesterday so can we drop it. I exhaled.

Me: fine Mama have it your way. But if you ever need to talk...
Mommy: I'll call your husband.
I laughed and so did she. I couldn't even get mad at her for that.
Me: yazi this whole thing was orchestrated by his mother. She sent him
there for a reason and made the Healer say those things but caba the
Healer wasn't supposed to put my sons name into that whole thing. She
just wanted Luphelo to know the truth but fucked everything up.
Mommy: she couldn't have controlled what the Healer was going to say.
She just wanted to help her son. I'm not mad at that.
Me: Mama I looked like a bitch in front of everyone.
Mommy: boooo hooooo poor Hlalumi. You looked like a bitch for one night
get over it they know the truth now. You still have a man who loves you
after this when some men would have gone crazy and took this as a
reason to cheat . You still have a healthy baby growing inside of you when
other women can't conceive. You have a Range Rover. A job. A house in
Bluewater Bay. You come home to a full house of in laws who love you
and don't hate you. Count your God damn blessings child and stop
complaining. I didn't force you to get married at your age but I couldn't stop
you because you were gonna hate me. So qina Hlalumi. Ncumolwethu
days are over.
She said before hanging up on me and that shit felt real. That was my
mom's way of telling me I'm on my own from now on. I cried in my car for
a moment before deciding to suck this shit up and be a wife.
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°° Luphelo's perspective °°
Luyanda called me and told me that he would like to come to my office
so he could make the necessary payments that Sihle owes me so I told
him to come to JLS and he did. He knocked on my door while I was still
on the phone with a client. I wrapped up the call because I hated being
around his presence.
Luyanda: Molo.
Me: Molo.
Luyanda: uSihle akekho right Luphelo.
-Sihle isn't alright Luphelo.
Me: I'm glad that's no longer my problem.
He inhaled.
Luyanda: don't you think that maybe if you showed her enough love she
would have found it
easier to come clean? Or it's you that made her feel like if she isn't your
daughter then you will toss her out like you are right now? I mean you're
the same person who chose a woman over her. Her best friend.
Me: then I suppose sinyisene but I don't play with my money. I want it back.
-we fucked each other up.
He exhaled before giving me a cheque of R85 000. I didn't know where
he got it but I didn't realise how much I had spent on Sihle until now.
And it made me sick.
Me: uyifumenephi lemali?
-where did you get this money?
Luyanda: why? You care?
Me: nah.
Luyanda: exactly. The Renault is in the parking lot. And if you think we
owe you more then tell me.
Me: okay.
He got up and then he walked out of my office.
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°°Hlalumi's perspective°°
My mother was invited to spend time with the Jama's so Lusanda and
I made dinner in the evening and dished up. Food was served with
wine and whiskey.
Ma: Yaz Pat ngaske nawe uzohlala nathi apha ngoba siyambona
uMajama uya gowisha ngaphandle kwakho.
-you know Pat I wish you could also come and live with us because we
can see that Majama is losing herself without you.
Family: ncoooh.
They said before laughing.
Mommy: hay Maka khule wethu Sisi amele isigqhibo sakhe.
-she must just grow up and stand by her decision.
Lusanda: uyakcela nge style keh ukba uzohlala apha uMama qha
usebenzisa uHlalumi.
-mom is indirectly asking you to come live here but she's using Hlalumi.
My mom turned pink in the face. She didn't expect that.
Pat: won't I be overcrowding?
Senior: double story Lena babes.
Mommy laughed.
Pat: I don't know... Can I think about it? Hlalumi would that be okay with
you mntanam? You hated it whenever I followed you and went to places
you were in back in high school.
I laughed.
Me: it's fine Mama. I hated how you were kind of lonely anyway at home.
Mommy was semi emotional but kept her shit in check.
Mommy: okay... Fine yes.
Lusanda: yaayy.
We all cheered as Luphelo hit a drumroll sound on the table which created
hype as I went to
hug my mother. I was so happy that Mamu Jama asked my mom to live
with us because she
knows how much of a baby I can be. I also knew that deep down this was
her way of making
things up to me.
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We heard a knock on the door and Luphelo went to open it. It was
Luthando and his girlfriend coming in with his children.
Luphelo: Mkhuluwa.
Luthando: hey Mninawa. What’s good baby.
He said before hugging his brother and then focusing on his girlfriend.
Luphelo: 560 lona?
Luthando: yeah. Mbali meet uTaka King, uMnyeni ka Hlalumi… My baby,
my son…my heart… My brother Luphelo.
Luphelo: undi shiya nge 5 years ke sisi. Kodwa Molo ndavuya ukwazi.
-he’s only 5 years ahead of me. But hello I’m happy to meet you.
Mbali giggled before saying she knows how Luthando can over
exaggerate things. I looked at Mbali, she looked like your typical
Instagram slay queen but she’s the few ones who actually look as good in
person. But it was not just her features that I noticed… It was the way in
which she looked at my husband that stuck with me. And for the first time
ever I felt scared. I felt like I was going to lose my marriage just by looking
at the size of her ass.
Luthando: La Familia. Quid agis?
-the family. How are you?
Mommy: sumus boni.
-we are good.
Senior: ha.a nawu phuma phandle keh njema seni thetha I language yase
gwadana.
-you will go outside since you are speaking the language from Gwadana.
Gwadana is a place Xhosa people strongly believe witches and wizards go
to during midnight to practice witchcraft.
We all laughed.
Luthando’s daughter sat on Uncle Luphelo’s lap whilst his son went to sit
on Aunt Lusanda who seemed to really enjoy having them around.
Luthando: Familia I would like to announce the fact that I’m getting married.
His announcement was met with an awkward silence.
Ma: nabani?
-with who?
Luthando: no Mbali.
Ma: nidyole ixesha elingaka Nani? Anika gqhibi nonyaka.
-how long have you been dating? You haven’t even finished a year.
Luthando: Hlalumi no Luphelo bona bamgqhibile?
-Did Hlalumi and Luphelo finish it?
Luphelo: hay kalok thina sadyola I overtime susifaka nomkam.
-no but we dated overtime so don’t include my wife and I.
Luthando: a little support Luphelo would be appreciated.
Luphelo: uhm…bavumele Nozala.
-allow them to Mom.
Ma: hay andazi.
-I don’t know.
She said as she got up and then walked into her bedroom leaving the
mood depressing in the living room. Moods can switch up really quickly
in the Jama household.
Senior: nyana sumhoya une stress qha ngalento iqhubekekayo. Uzoku
vuyela subana xhala.
-son don’t pay attention to her she’s just stressed because of what is
going on. She will be happy for you. Don’t worry.
Luthando: thank you Daddy.
He said before he went to sit down next to his father and put his arm on his
father’s shoulder. That’s when I realised that Luthando is low key a
daddy’s baby and I actually admired how Luphelo’s family is attached to
one another in a weird but beautiful way. Luyanda and Lusanda I guess
are just independent.
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°° Lusanda’s perspective °°
The men and I decided to play a game using Luthando’s Xbox one so
we all grabbed our controls and then sat on the same couch whilst
playing Call of Duty.
Luthando: bantase sithi ngoku aba?
-siblings is this us now?
Luphelo: unje xaye tyiwa keh lomjita uqhala ngobuza I question ezi deep.
-this is how this guy gets when he’s being beaten he starts by asking deep
questions.
I laughed.
Me: tsh asomhoya.
-we won’t pay attention to him.
Luthando: no but really. Remember when we were the fantastic 4?
Luphelo: icacile sasingekho fantastic keh Mos.
-it’s clear we weren’t fantastic.
Luthando exhaled.
Luthando: ndizo tshata mna Luphelo and I kinda want Luyanda to be here.
-I’m going to get married.
Luphelo: Andiku nqandi. He’s your brother.
-I’m not stopping you.
Me: would he even show up?
Luthando: I don’t know.
Me: Pabbles you managed to forgive your wife though. Why can’t you
forgive them?
Luphelo: my wife thought she was sparing me from being hurt. Bona they
knew this was going to hurt me and still they carried on. I’m not even
angry at them I just don’t wanna see them.
Me: cos you’re angry.
Luphelo: hehake Dr Phil.
Luthando: Our sister has a point.
Luphelo: andina sister mna.
-I don’t have a sister.
He sulked and we laughed.
Luthando: so now you’re down to one sibling? Ndine pressure not to piss
the last born off.
We laughed.
Luthando: I just don’t understand why Nondwe never touched me though.
Ndimbi guys?
-am I ugly?
Luphelo laughed.
Luphelo: Sabaweli ubambi xaku caseka you don’t get touched xawumbi.
-I wish I was ugly if it means you don’t get touched when you are ugly.
Luthando: Yey Mninawa ndenzba I don’t understand ndaqatyadelwa
ntoni. Ngesi traumatized sonke ngoku apha.
-little brother I don’t understand why I was skipped. We would have all been
traumatized here.
Luphelo: you wanna get married? Usezoyazi trauma.
-you’re still going to know trauma.
We laughed.
Me: yhu give me your character or I’ll Tell Hlalumi what you just said.
Luphelo: Exhibit A Mkhuluwa. Ndincama igame yam Kuba ndingafuni
uxabana.
-I’m relinquishing my game since I don’t want to argue.
Luthando nodded his head whilst laughing in between the exchange
of controls between Luphelo and I.
Me: Luphelo did you end up taking the money Sihle owes you?
He nodded.
Me: hay Kodwa Luphelo do you think that’s the best thing to do? You
don’t even need the money.
Luphelo: Lusanda if there are billionairs that are still working to get more
money then who am I to let imali yam ityiwe ngu Sihle who will turn around
and not know me when her life is going well. I spent more than 85 k on her
plus the car I bought for her cost 168 k. That’s 253 k that you expect me to
let go of knowing I have a son on the way. That’s money for him to study,
change courses if he wants until he makes his mind up … Go to Harvard.
Do shit with his life that we couldn’t. If that makes me a bad guy then it’s all
good.
Luthando: true… Invest kwangok keh Mninawa.
-invest it now.
Luphelo: yeah. Mandihambe ngoku ndiye emfazini wam.
-let me go now to my wife.
Me: oh ufuna impundu ngoku.
-you want ass now.
He just laughed and didn’t reply as he walked back upstairs.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
My husband came into our bedroom whilst I was still taking a shower. I
heard him come in.
Me: baby ndicela I slippers zam.
-can I please have my slippers.
He came into the en suite then he opened the shower door and looked at
my body from head to toe.
Me: are you just gonna stand there? I want my slippers.
Luphelo: ndizak funqula baby.
-I’ll carry you.
He took a towel which he wrapped around my body and then he
carried me to the bedroom where I dried myself as he took his phone
and started using it by the charger.
Me: baby what do you think about Luthando’s girlfriend or fiancee or
whatever?
Luphelo: u grand. Fana no Faith Nketsi.
-she’s great. Looks like Faith Nketsi.
My mouth hung open but he didn’t notice because he was on his phone.
Me: baby… What’s that supposed to mean?
Luphelo: she has that body mntuwam.
Me: what body?
Luphelo: I’m not even attracted to that type of body nje mntuwam relax. I
like a body that has what I need and won’t attract unnecessary attention
from other men.
I exhaled. I wasn’t feeling any better by his words so he got up and then
he sat next to me on the edge of the bed. He asked me to sit on top of
him then he put his hands on my belly as we faced the mirror.
Luphelo: sthandwa sam remember how your body looked before you fell
pregnant? You had a tight waist and I think bunayo ne 6 pack ethile?
I nodded and we both laughed at the memory.
Luphelo: you looked good sthandwa sam but I’m loving this new you. This
heavier you that puts my biceps to use when I pick you up. I mean you’re
carrying an entire King in your body… I need to put respect on your name.
Me: so you aren’t attracted to her?
Luphelo: no trust me.
He kissed my belly and then spoke to his son. I then heard a feeling… Like
a tiny jab against my belly.
Me: Luphelo uyivile lonto?
-did you feel that?
Luphelo: yeah… Was that… A
Kick?
Me: I think so.
Our baby kicked again and gave us three consecutive kicks that made his
father emotional.
Luphelo: I’m sorry I doubted you.
Me: I understand baby.
I kissed his forehead as we bonded over our son who was now awake.
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I received a call from Sihle who asked if she could see me so I sneaked
out of the house and then climbed into Luyanda’s car which she was
now using.
Sihle: I didn’t think you were going to pick up my calls.
Me: I didn’t think so either.
Sihle: Do you think your husband would be cool with us hanging out?
I shrugged my shoulders.
Me: we aren’t exactly hanging out. But I do need to see you… And make
sure you’re okay.
She nodded.
Me: Are you okay?
Sihle: what part of this is okay? Honestly Ncumo I didn’t expect this is
how meeting my father would be like. And I have tried to reach out to
Luphelo but he’s fucking stubborn..
Me: he’s low key hurt about this whole thing but he would rather people
think he’s angry than hurt.
Sihle: well fuck that Ncumo… And fuck him.. I know you love him but
God… He’s so stubborn.
I exhaled. That “and fuck him” didn’t sit well with me but I had to
consider what she must be going through.
Me: how’s your relationship with your father coming along?
Sihle: he’s trying but akufani. Luyanda is… I don’t know.. You just never
know with him. He’s boxed in.. Lacks personality a bit… I don’t know
maybe he’s just an introvert but he keeps to himself a bit. Zasi thukana no
Luphelo. Athi ftsek Sihle ndithi mbonya Luphelo and he was cool with that.
Ku Luyanda… Yho.
He’s serious.
Me: the man is 40 years old.
Sihle: 40 going on 100. Chomi I need my father back. Please talk to him…
I won’t want his money or whatever… I just want us to talk things out.
Make him understand things from my perspective. If he still hates me after
hearing my side of the story then I will let it go. After all you owe me. I set
you up with your husband.
I giggled.
Me: it’s like that now?
Sihle: it is like that.
Me: fine I will talk to him but I won’t push. Uyamazi uba njani.
-you know what he’s like.
Another car stopped behind us and Lusanda came out wearing her long
sleeve cotton top with her pyjama shorts. I rolled down the window.
Me: uya endodeni?
-are you going to your man?
Lusanda: sifuna lomtshato sonke sisi.
-we all want this marriage.
She was so excited as she climbed into her man’s car whilst Sihle and I
laughed. Being a part of this family is amazing.. Life felt amazing.. But I
needed my best friend in it.
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I went back to my bedroom which I share with my husband after talking to
Sihle. He was awake when I arrived, urinating in the en suite.
Me: oh… Uvukile?
-you’re awake.
I asked as he came back to the bedroom in his boxers. Luphelo has
got the sexiest body. It looks even better when it’s not under the light
and all that’s visible is his frame.
Luphelo: yeah ndi bethelwe ukba ikhona ikaka eyenzekayo.
-I got a feeling that shit is happening.
I exhaled. He knows where I come from.
Me: you don’t understand how this is hard on me. I’m trying so hard to
switch off the emotions I have for her but I just can’t. She and I have so
much history together and I put myself in a position where I have to
choose between you and her. It was my doing because Sihle has always
looked out for me.
Luphelo: and when it comes down to it who are you choosing?
Me: I choose you.
Luphelo exhaled.
Luphelo: be friends with her I honestly don’t Care.
I smiled.
Me: nyani Tatakhe?
-really?
Luphelo: niyaze nonzakale xaye mane ezok check’a ebusuku and andifuni
lonto mna so ewe.
-you’ll get hurt if she keeps on coming to check up on you at night and I
don’t want that so yes.
Me: thank you so much baby.
I said before walking into his arms which Hugged me. He kissed the
side of my face and my forehead and I kissed his lips.
Me: so… She would also like to talk to you-
Luphelo: don’t push it sthandwa sam.
He said gently and I nodded.
Me: okay. I’m sorry. Masambe siyolala.
-let us go to sleep.
Luphelo: Masambe.
-let’s go.
We went to bed and fell asleep in the spooning position which he used to
put his hands on our baby boy.
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They say falling asleep next to the one you love is healthy. That is a
beautiful fact because in the morning I wake up a few minutes earlier than
my husband to just stare at him in his natural habitat whilst he is at his
most relaxed. I took his ring from my drawer and then I slid it on his ring
finger. I missed him so I decided to wake him up.
Me: Pabbles…The Finisher… Jama… Luphelo… Husband ka Hlalumi…
Taka Kumkani?
I whispered but nothing woke him up.
Me: nazi mpundu.
-here’s some ass.
He pretended as if he was just waking up and I laughed at his
performance. My man loves sex to the point where it was a bit confusing
for me to decipher whether it’s because I give good pussy or because
he’s naturally a person who loves to fuck.
Luphelo: good morning.
Me: good morning.
We lip locked before going to brush our teeth. That’s when he noticed the
ring on his finger and looked at me.
Luphelo: ukhona umntu who motivated this decision?
-is there someone?
Me: no. I just felt like you needed to wear it again. I needed that from you.
Luphelo: hm. Okay.
He wiped his mouth and then he came to kiss me. I turned around because
I wanted him to take me from the back so I held onto the sink as he hit it
from the back. Doggy style is a brutal position when dealing with a man like
Luphelo because he doesn’t forgive my G-spot. He fucked me until my
pussy creamed. We both came so we took a shower where we fucked in
too. Once we were done we got dressed and then I went downstairs to
make breakfast for the family.
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Everyone came to gather around the dinner table when breakfast was
served. Honestly I was tired of this whole being a maid life. I know that
Luphelo tried to negotiate having the amount of duties I have to do
reduced and this was the reduction but still… I couldn’t understand why
women have to be put through this physical strain all because we are
married. I was especially pissed by Mbali who came to take over from my
hard work by taking the plates which I had put on trays and dished food
out on to the dining room. She didn’t even greet me nor have the decency
to ask me what to Do. When she came back for the second tray I had to
react.
Me: xolo…but wenzani?
-sorry but what are you doing?
Mbali: ndiyasebenza.
-I’m working.
Me: next time cela uthethe nam kuqhala.
-please speak to me first.
She scoffed before taking the food away into the dining room. I was upset
about this but decided to fuck it. I don’t even know how long she is going to
stay here so I should just hold this in for a few more weeks then I’m back
to the comfort of my own home.
I went to the dining room and then I sat down once everyone’s plate was
served. My husband had his niece on his lap who kept stealing his bacon
and he pretended like he didn’t see a thing.
Ma: so Luthando mntanam niyayazi Mos ukuba anika vumeleki ukuba
nihlali kunye no Mbali?
-my child you guys do know that you aren’t allowed to live with Mbali?
Luthando: so kuthweni keh ngok Mama ngoba sizama ukufumana
indawu no Mbali? And renting right now would be costly.
-so what must happen now Mom because Mbali and I are trying to find a
place.
Ma: kalok Mbali angahlala nathi wena uyohlala eHumewood endlini ka
Luphelo.
-Mbali can stay here with us and you go stay at Humewood in Luphelo’s
house.
Luphelo: kodwa Mama-
-but Mom-
Ma: khathule wethu Luphelo.
-keep quiet Luphelo.
My mother and Lusanda laughed at how Luphelo was banned from
having any opinion about his own house.
Luthando: fine… That’s fair.
Luphelo just sat there eating what’s left of his food because he didn’t know
what else to say.
Mommy: uhm Yaz I was also thinking of moving out.
Ma: ngoba? Sithi?
-why? Is it us?
Mommy: hay ayinini… I’m just used to a certain level of freedom and my
girlfriend has been complaining ngoba ngoku andikwazi uphuma ndiye
kuye and spend the night or bring her over ngoba it’s going to look bad.
Although it’s fun being here with a lot of people… I just have to
compromise my relationship and it’s not fair from her side.
The family understood Although they weren’t happy with her decision.
Lusanda: Saku khumbula Pat.
-we’ll miss you.
She said before putting her arm around my mom.
Pat: I’ll miss you all too.
We all continued eating our food and once everyone was done, Ma
told Mbali to wash the dishes since I made breakfast.
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Luphelo and I went to Jama Constructions together and had to attend a

meeting regarding the fact that we wanted to merge with another
Construction company in Port Elizabeth. Luphelo sat next to me this time
since the boardroom table broke from his end and needed to be repaired.
Luphelo: so first thing is first… Since we want to buy out this company we
need to pick a classification of mergers and acquisitions that we are going
to use and I need to know why what will work and how will it make sure
that our primary goals are met and at the same time, that Jama
Constructions gets more control over that company because I don’t like
any interference when it comes to making decisions about my company.
Khuselo: I think an amalgamation would work.
Patrick: you need more than one company for an amalgamation Khuselo.
And besides Jama did say he wants control which he won’t get under that
sort of merger.
Me: true Patrick. I think an Absorption would work better because if we
buy this new construction company then it will basically become liquidated
and therefore we will have all the powers.
I said before putting my hand on Luphelo’s thigh trying to find out which
side he laid his penis. He laid it on his right, making it easier for me to
play with it under the desk. He looked at me whilst breathing heavily but I
didn’t pay attention to him.
Khuselo: which we could still have if we became a controlling company. I
don’t understand why we need to absorb an entire company and
endanger people’s jobs all because we want more money.
Me: such things happen all the time. Companies shut down… People
face retrenchment. We can’t play superhero right now.
Khuselo: are you even listening to yourself? You sound selfish.
Luphelo: Khuselo this isn’t the time to be emotional. Mrs Me is right. If
we choose the right merger of business this could be huge for
us…and for you as a part of this company.
I pulled his dick out on his lap and then I gave him a hand
Job. He was so horny. He tried to use his right hand to stop me from giving
him a hand job but it didn’t work. I wanted to make him jerk off in the
boardroom.
Khuselo: no this is huge for you and Majama and your legacy. You have
zero fucks to give for us nor other people as long as you’re in charge and
that’s why you are always in support of her decisions.
The staff members made disapproving comments.
Luphelo: Mamakhe khahoye pha rhou rhou.
-Mamakhe please quickly give some attention over there.
He said as he leaned back nonchalantly. Luphelo just redefines chill.
Me: Okay Mr Me. Listen Khuselo if you don’t like the fact that this is “Jama”
Constructions then you can take a hike because I knew as soon as you
suggested that we should become an amalgamation that you wanted us to
lose the company name and become something else with another
company. There is nothing wrong with having a legacy and if you had one
you would understand. If you think Mr Jama is listening to my ideas
because we’re married then maybe we should all vote and see whose
suggestion is the most effective.
Victor: I’m with Mrs Boss on that one.
Khuselo: I don’t want a vote. I want a review of the company’s code of
conduct regarding colleagues entering into a relationship. These two
dated for months and denied it and for what reason? They knew it’s
wrong all of a sudden they rock up married and she’s pregnant.
Sakhile: he’s got a point though Jama. We have to review this as
management because both of you occupy high positions in this company
and we don’t even know how Majama became a business administrator. If
we found out she became one during to the fact that she was your
girlfriend at the time then she will have to step down.
I was so scared that I had to put Luphelo’s dick back and listen to what was
being said about my fate in this company. God Khuselo is such a bitch.
Luphelo: and if she steps down I hope for your God damn sake that
whoever occupies her position will produce the same results she produced
because if not, I will have to re employ her with a bigger pay cheque. So
let’s stop being childish and restart this meeting like professionals because
we’re wasting time dwelling on such matters.
The management team agreed so we started from the top.
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I was so upset coming into the doctors appointment about my day at work
that it took seeing my King for me to eventually cool down. The family
family showed up so we decided to eat at Spur instead of making me cook
dinner so the family unanimously decided that Luphelo should pay the bill.
After the dinner we all went home and then went to our bedroom where
Luphelo and I bonded over a pregnancy magazine whilst eating all the junk
food that I was craving. I sat in between his legs whilst he wrapped his
arms around me and I supported the magazine with my thighs.
Me: baby I’m stressed about my job.
Luphelo: relax mntuwam. I will sort this out and if not I will find another
job for you in another company. I have friends-
Me: No Tiyeka funeka ndizenzele lento.
-I have to do this myself.
Luphelo: no you don’t. There’s nothing you have to do by yourself when
you’re married. I will make a plan for you wena just relax and take care
of our baby.
I smiled.
Me: Luphelo I love how sweet you are lately.
Luphelo: lately?
He giggled.
Me: yes lately. Uyazazi uyikaka xawthandile.
-you know you’re shit when you like.
Luphelo: ndiseyikaka but andifuni ubayiyo kuwe Majama. Ndiyakthanda.
-I’m still shit but I don’t want to be to you. I love you.
Me: I love you more.
He leaned down to kiss me and King Jama kicked just by feeling his
father’s touch.
Luphelo: heh baby le ntwana Isandondi khaba ebusweni.
-this boy just kicked me in the face.
He said as we both laughed.
Me: heeh wena King Jama kutheni ukhaba umnyeni wamu nje?
-why are you kicking my husband?
Luphelo: rha yi beef Kumkani. Uzalwa kwkaho nje ndizak khaba
ingeka sikwa ne umbilical chord.
-it’s a beef Kumkani. When you’re born I’m going to kick you before the
umbilical chord is even cut.
I laughed.
Me: awusa xoki.
-you’re such a liar.
He laughed as he rubbed my belly and kissed my shoulder blades as I
took another bite of pizza.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I woke up in the evening to get a midnight snack. I was hungry and thirsty
so I wore my pyjama pants and then I went to the kitchen barefoot. I
hoped I wouldn’t run into my mother because she would overexaggerate
and tell me I’m going to become sick.
I switched on the lights and then I looked in the fridge for something to eat.
I felt someone creep up behind me. That scared me but I kept it in like a
man. It was Mbali and she laughed when she saw the look on my face.
Mbali: uligwala kanti?
-you’re actually a coward?
Me: uyakwazi uthetha kanti?
-you can actually speak?
She smiled as I took out butter, some beef slices and a cheese spread.
Mbali: I do talk. It’s just that your family intimidates me.
Me: ayikho lonto.
-there’s no such thing.
I said as I took out 8 slices of bread and started buttering my bread.
Mbali: so the rumors about you are true.
Me: which are?
Mbali: uyathanda ukutya.
-you love to eat.
Me: Kuya xokwa.
-it’s a lie.
Mbali: I love a man with appetite though.
She looked at me with these intense eyes that I get from my wife when
she wants to make me cum.
Me: and umfumene.
-and you found one.
Mbali: yeah… Luthando does love to eat. You have a nice body. How
long did you work for those abs?
Me: andazi ndiveske ndabona ngazo sezi lapha ndaqhonda good.
-I don’t know I just saw them here and thought good.
She smiled so when I finished making my sandwiches she took 3 and left
me with 5.
Mbali: enkosi va. Izandphuze.
-thank you. Let me kiss (you).
She came near me but was interrupted by Pat who came into the kitchen.
She looked annoyed.
Pat: ulele umfazi wakho?
-is your wife sleeping?
Me: ewe ulele.
-yes she’s sleeping.
Pat: oh.
She looked at Mbali from head to toe who asked to be excused. She
then walked into her bedroom which she shares with my brother and
then Pat gave me the stare of death.
Pat: jonga wena Luphelo. Cheat on my daughter and I will pluck those
perfect eyebrows of yours one by one until you bleed and then castrate
you. Once I’m done I will crucify your ass but you won’t wake up after 3
days it will take you straight to death so you can burn in hell where the rest
of the cheaters of this world go.
I swallowed.
Me: yes ma’am.
She calmed down so I took my food and went to eat in the living room away
from her.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I was not feeling well in the morning so Luphelo told me that he was going
to make breakfast on my behalf. He made cheesy bacon omelettes with
some fries and guacamole on the side. The family was happy.
After breakfast, I decided I was going to stay at home instead of going to
work so I called into work to let them know that I was not coming in due
to pregnancy related sicknesses. I then stayed at home with my mother
who was packing her bags and Luphelo’s mother.
Me: uyephi uMbali?
-where did Mbali go?
Ma: ndimkhathalele ngantoni?
-what do I care?
Mommy: Yaz andithandi ukuhleba ngabantu Kodwa andimthandi la Mbali.
-you know I don’t like gossiping about people but I don’t like that Mbali.
Ma: unento no jongana no Pabbles wam ezithulele usana lwam.
-she has a thing with my Pabbles, my quiet baby.
Me: ukba uyakwazi ukwenza lento akaselo sana Ma.
-if he can do this then he’s no longer a baby.
I rubbed my belly and she and mom laughed.
Ma: our babies grow up so fast.
Mommy: true. Kodwa Yaz ndi bone intwendi ngaythandanga Izolo
ebusuku. Lo Mbali was coming onto u Luphelo.
-but yesterday night I saw something I didn’t like.
Me: what?! What did she do?
Mommy: she was just… Flirtatious. Even took his sandwiches and then
tried to kiss him… I don’t know if it was playful or what but… I don’t like
it.
Ma: I really can’t risk having another rift between my sons. I’m already left
with the mess Luyanda created between him and Luphelo so Hlalumi I
think I need to take you out of your bridal clothes so you guys can go
home. Ngoba if I tell Luthando Mbali needs to leave too he’s going to
think I don’t like her.
Mommy: but Louisa kuse early for ukhululisa uHlalumi. And uzabe
umkhululisa for what? A loose woman? Luphelo funeka ake ambuke
umfazi wakhe xaye nxibe impahla zakhe.
-it’s still early to strip Hlalumi. And what will you be stripping her for…
Luphelo needs time to admire his wife whilst she’s wearing her clothing.
Ma: unyanisile. Funeka ndike ndi thethe no Lubango ake abone icebo
lokuba gxotha ngoba kuzo shuba eke uLuthando wayazi ngalento.
-you’re right. I have to talk to Lubango so he can come up with a plan to
get them out because it’s going to go down if Luthando knows about this.
She bit her lip as my mother and I continued packing.
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After dropping Mommy off, I received a call from my Husband. It’s the
best feeling in the world when that caller ID “YOUR HUSBAND” pops up
on the screen of my monitor so I answered whilst driving.
Me: husband?
Luphelo: hey uphi ngoku?
-where are you now?
Me: ndiya kwa gqirha.
-I’m going to the doctor.
Luphelo: oh how do you feel?
Me: ndiya ghula baby andikabi right. Kodwa sizobona ukuba ugqirha
uzothini.
-I’m sick baby I haven’t been alright yet. But we will see what the doctor is
going to say.
Luphelo: ndicela zubuyele kum keh.
-please get back at me.
Me: okay baby.
Luphelo: ndiya themba ukuba awughuliswa si stress so msebenzi. I said I
will work this shit out Majama.
-I hope it’s not work stress that’s making you sick.
I exhaled.
Me: maybe I have been over thinking it just a bit. I don’t know why
Khuselo is making my life a living hell.
Luphelo: ndiyayazi mna.
-I know.
Me: why?
Luphelo: awuzond hleka kuqhala if ndikxelele?
-won’t you laugh at me if I tell you?
Me: No sthandwa sam I won’t.
Luphelo: une crush kum lomjita. Wandixelela last Valentines before
mna nawe sidibane wandithumelela I basket yonke ene chocolate
qhonda hehake.
-this guy has a crush on me.. He told me last Valentines before you and I
met and sent me an entire basket with chocolates and I thought what the
hell.
I broke my promise and laughed hysterically. I didn’t know
that Khuselo is gay. Luphelo: yazbona ke?
He sulked. I just couldn’t get the thought of Luphelo receiving a basket
full of chocolates from another man.
Me: did he send a letter?
Luphelo: yeah Tshayiwe wethu lo Letter leyo. Aloqe gqhiba andi
nyise nge quote ka Shakespeare. Gqhiba wathi ndisi stove esiku
6 lamjita ndaxakwa.
I laughed so hard at this whole thing. It made my day.
Me: so why is he mad at me and not you?
Luphelo: he gets an attitude with everyone linked to me lamntu he hated
Zim too.
We continued talking until I arrived at the hospital.
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The doctor confirmed that I was stressed so he referred me to a
psychologist but I Knew I didn’t want to see one so I just agreed to
everything just so that he could let me go. He gave me a prescription for a
supplement and a Panado but that was it. After work, I went to visit Sihle
so we stayed in my car and spoke whilst eating the food I bought.
Me: Yaz ke uLuphelo knew I was with you yesterday and he actually
didn’t mind which was surprising.
Sihle: I wonder kujike ntoni.
-what changed.
Me: andazi. But that’s the least of my worries. Some nigga is trying to get
me fired emsebenzini and ndine stress. I was even sick today ngenxa ye
stress.
-because of stress.
Sihle: come on Ncumo you don’t need a job.
Me: ndicela undibize Hlalumi torho.
-please call me Hlalumi.
I pleaded with a smile and she laughed.
Sihle: watsho Majama1 EC fondin. But okay Hlalumi. You don’t need
that job. Your man can afford to provide for you.
Me: since when have we been those girls who are reliant on a man?
Sihle: touche. I just wanna get married too you know. I think what you
and Luphelo have is special. I still have his memory card that he lent
me and I saw your video. Sure thing was playing in the background and
that’s when it really hit me that you guys genuinely love each other.
King Jama is gonna have the childhood we never had.
Me: enkosi chomi. But… Any

Progress with your father?

Sihle: yeah… He took me to mom’s grave yesterday. Luphelo yena
wayendi jamela qho xandim cela athi “andinoya apho noba sekuthiwa
ndizo batalwa”.
-Luphelo used to give me the ugly look everytime I asked him and he
would say “I wouldn’t go there even if I’m going to get paid”.
I giggled.
Me: but rightfully so. He takes things to heart a lot.
Sihle: yeah but… I needed that and I’m happy he gave it to me.
Me: yeah… My father… Mxm nigga still doesn’t check up on me. It’s like
we never met all over again.
Sihle: maskhale chomi.
-let’s cry friend.
Me: masiye.
-let’s go.
We laughed before literally crying about our problems.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
My wife was sick so I decided to go buy a weave for her just to make her
feel a little bit better so I went to Crystal Studio Hair and all that glitter and
feathers was just too much for me but I had to get through it.
Her: hi sir how can I help you?
Me: ndicela sithethe isiXhosa sisi rha English bundles zi depleted.
-can we please speak isiXhosa my English bundles have depleted.
She laughed but I was dead serious. I had back to back meetings since 9
am so my word count had been exceeded. God gives Xhosa people a
certain amount of English words to use and I had exceeded that limit.
Her: Akukho nxaki.. Ndingaku nceda nganton?
-no problem. What can I help you with?
Me: ndicela Eza nwele zenu.
-can I please have those hair of yours.
Her: ibe ngakanani?
-how long must it be?
Me: ibende.
-long.
Her: ewe kalok but ibende ka ngakanani? 20, 22, 24, 26, 28, 30 or 32
inches?
-yes but how long must it be?
I became dumb.
Me: yhooo… Sapha u 24 ke.
-give me 24.
It was a random pick because she told me she has 14 and 18 inches once.
So maybe 24 will be fine.
Her: okay… Which Grade?
Me: yhoo… Andazi give me the best one.
Her: okay 11A. Which type of hair?
Me: yhoo… Human?
Her: zonke zi human kalok besingazo thengisa Eze animal nathi.
-all of them are human we weren’t going to sell animal hair.
Me: nwele zase Dubai ke.
-hair From Dubai then.
Her: azikho.
-we don’t have them.
Me: give me curly hair.
Her: okay.
She went to the back and then came back with three bundles and what
they call a closure. She made me touch the hair to feel the quality and I
didn’t understand what is so deep about choosing hair ladies. I paid for
that hair and then walked out with her gift.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
My husband arrived at home when I was still sleeping so he kneeled
down in front of my bedside and woke me up gently. He knows that
waking me up is totally fine because I don’t really like sleeping.
Me: baby? You’re late.
I said as I took my phone from beneath my pillow and then looking at the
time.
Luphelo: yeah ndiqale eSummers then I came home and you know how the
peak hour is.
Me: okay. What were you doing at Summerstrand?
Luphelo: I just thought this would give you a speedy recovery.
He handed me the plastic bag and I screamed before even opening the
plastic bag because I knew my baby went and copped me some hair. I sat
upright and I was so excited as I took out the bundles from the plastic bag.
Me: baby thank you so much!!
I said before putting the bundles aside and then tongue kissing him. After
the kiss, he kissed my belly then back to my forehead whilst I played with
those inches.
Me: baby this hair is so cute. How did you know what to buy?
Luphelo: I just guessed everything and hoped for the best.
Me: Iza ke ndizok fundisa ngo ketha I weave.
-come then so I can teach you about choosing weaves.
Luphelo: baby ha.a ndi bamba rhou mna kalok ndizothi ebantwini
kutheni ndizazi kangaka intoze nwele?
-baby no I catch on quickly so what am I going to say to people is the
reason why I know hair so much?
Me: because you have a wife. Please.
I sulked so he undressed and then climbed into bed and sat in between my
legs and I explained
to him the grading system, how selecting length works and what type of
hair to choose. I also
educated him about choosing the right closure and he just couldn’t stop
saying “baphela
ubudoda bam” in between my sentences. We heard a frantic knock on the
door before Lusanda
decided to fuck it and open up. She was crying hysterically and she was
pink in the face.
Lusanda: xolo ngo phazamisa Kodwa Luphelo… uBhuti use sbhedlele.
Bekwi car accident.
-I’m sorry to interrupt but Luphelo… Big Brother is in hospital. He was in a
car accident.
Luphelo’s face went from happy to borderline about to lose his mind as
Luthando also came into the room with swollen eyes too.
Luphelo: usenathi?
-is he still with us?
Luthando: yeah. But he’s in a critical condition.
Luphelo: ngoku simele ntoni apha masambeni?
-so what are we standing here for let’s go.
He said as he tried to walk out but they told him he must get dressed. He
forgot he wasn’t so I also wore my tracksuit before the whole family
including the parents walked out to Luphelo’s car.
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The drive to the hospital was emotional. My mother in law was crying
hysterically in the backseat and Lusanda and I tried our best to comfort
her but she wasn’t calming down at all.
Ma: ngu mntana wam wokqhala lowana. Thixo angaku linge.
-that’s my first child. God must not dare.
Lusanda: Mama uzoba right uBhuti subana stress uzazi une high blood.
-mom big brother will be okay don’t stress knowing you have high blood.
Ma calmed down a bit so I passed her a tissue. I looked at Luphelo who
was driving and he was stressed too because he was driving with his left
hand balled against his mouth. Meaning that he was deep in thought.
We arrived at the hospital and we went to the waiting room where
Luyanda’s wife was. She cried when she saw Ma so they hugged.
Ma: kwenzeke ntoni?
-what happened?
Madlamini: besi xabene so ndathi mna Maka hambe. Wahamba naye… I
didn’t even mean it.
Waske wangena kwi ngozi. Ndiyazi Sola Ma.
-we argued so I told him to leave. And he left… And then got into an
accident. I regret myself.
She cried and Lusanda comforted her.
Lusanda: bungenoyazi sisi ukuba ibizokwenzeka lento. Don’t blame
yourself.
-you couldn’t have known that this is going to happen.
Ma: ayikho lento uyithethayo Lusanda. Ibiyintoni egxothisa uLuyanda
endlini yakhe kwaku qhala? Zithi kanti le drama yakho ibulele unyana
wam uzondazi Madlamini.
-there’s no such thing as what you’re saying Luanda. Why would you
banish Luyanda from his own house? If it turns out that your drama killed
my son you will know me.
Luthando: Mama hayi.
-mom no.
Ma went to sit down and we all followed just to cool ourselves down.
Madlamini told us that the doctor said we aren’t allowed to see him yet so
we all sat and waited. Sihle came into the waiting room looking distraught
and Luphelo looked up when he saw her.
Sihle: is he okay?
She asked.
Madlamini: he’s still alive baby girl.
She nodded so Sihle looked around for a place to sit but every seat was
occupied.
Luphelo: izohlala phezkwam Sihle.
-come sit on top of me.
The look she gave Luphelo made most of the family cry because that’s
when everything felt real since forgiveness was involved. She walked over
to him and then sat on his lap and leaned into his chest. This moment was
emotional for everyone involved so I asked if anyone would like anything to
make them feel better so they requested drinks, water and even some
sweets so Lusanda and I went to buy them from Dulce Café inside the
hospital. When we came back, the doctor had allowed us all to see him.
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We followed the doctor into Luyanda’s waiting room. He looked really
bad but at least he was awake.
Sihle: Tata u Right?
-Dad are you alright?
She asked whilst wiping her face.
Luyanda: ndi right just tired.
Sihle: please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be an orphan.
Luphelo wiped the tears which fell from his eyes when she said that.
Luyanda: awuzobayiyo anytime soon.
-you won’t be one.
She kissed his forehead and then Luyanda looked at all of us.
Luyanda: andizofa sanuba depressed.
-I’m not going to die don’t be depressed.
Senior: siyavuya ukbona nyana.
-we are happy to see you son.
Luyanda: Enkosi Timer.
-thank you Dad.
He looked at Luphelo.
Luyanda: Pabbles mninawa… Sukhala ndizoba right.
-Pabbles little brother… Don’t cry I’m going to be alright.
He was so caught up in his own feelings that he couldn’t reply so he just
nodded.
Luyanda: ndicela undixolele ngalento ndiyenzileyo kuwe. I don’t deserve
your forgiveness but not talking to you sucks ntwana Uyayazi I fucked up
and let fear and irresponsibility get the best of me but ndiyakthanda
Ntondo. Sakhumbula Mama kuze uPabbles zayemncinci zandi goduka
early kuze ndizokwazi uzomphatha?
-please forgive me for what I did to you… But I love you last born.
Remember Mom when Pabbles was little I used to come home early
so that I could hold him?
The parents and Luthando and Lusanda laughed at that memory. They
remembered.
Ma: umshiyele nokutya kwakho oku qinileyo ngoku Luphelo engena
mazinyo.
-and you would leave your solid food for him although Luphelo didn’t have
teeth.
We giggled.
Luyanda: I’m sorry.
Luphelo: nam ndiyaxolisa.
-I’m sorry too.
Luyanda: I love you bro.
Luphelo: I love you too.
The eldest and youngest brother hugged their bullshit out in an emotional
exchange that made Luthando cry too. Their mother came to kiss her sons
who reconciled and asked them to never forsake one another no matter
what and they agreed.
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Luyanda fell asleep so the family had to leave.
Sihle: Makhulu may I please spend the night at your house?
Ma: ewe mntanam. Uzolala kwi room ka Tatakho.
-yes my child. You will sleep in your Dads room.
Sihle: enkosi Makhulu.
-thank you granny.
Ma: ucele uManci wakho aku lungiselele athi make sure I clean.
-ask your Aunt to fix the room for you and make sure it’s clean.
They laughed.
Me: kunjalo ngoku? Okay.
-it’s like that now.
Sihle: relax mntase I won’t use you.
She said as she held my hand and we walked to the car. The family
climbed in but we had to wait for Luthando and Luphelo who accompanied
Madlamini to her car. Then they came back and Luphelo took the driver’s
seat.
Luphelo: akhomntu funa ukutya?
-doesn’t anyone want food?
Lusanda: yeah I need wings after this.
The whole family agreed on wings.
Luphelo: wena baby uzotya nto? Intozi fana ne wings azikho right for
umntanam.
-baby what are you gonna eat? Things like wings aren’t good for my child.
Me: nzoske nditye endlini ke maybe make a sandwich.
-I’ll just eat at home then.
Luphelo: okay.
He started the car and then drove out of the parking lot. We went to KFC
where the wings were bought and I chose to have ice cream before we
went home.
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At home Sihle, Lusanda and I chilled in Sihle’s new bedroom whilst eating
food.
Me: are you okay now chomi?
Sihle: I’m trying. I was so afraid of losing him.
Lusanda: you won’t baby. Luyanda is a strong son of a bitch.
We laughed.
Me: I feel so sorry for Madlamini though. I don’t know how I would
have felt if that was my husband lying there.
Lusanda: you would have still been horny. Him too. I think the last word
out of Luphelo’s mouth would be “impundu”.
Sihle and I both laughed.
Sihle: the accuracy.
Me: yho guys that man loves to fuck. I don’t know what’s his problem.
Sihle: same as Bulelani Yaz.
Lusanda: Xhanti as well and I’m not even energetic in the bedroom. I only
do missionary.
Me: damn. I do everything but anal. I don’t want to make him used to
fucking an anus and then all of a sudden he’s playing for both teams I
can’t.
They laughed.
Sihle: so you don’t mind riding? I just think that position is uncomfortable.
Me: it is but my husband grabs my ass and controls how deep I go. When
I wanna be in control I use my knees to help me support how deep I get it.
But make sure you use lube when you want to ride a grown dick.
Lusanda: uthi his dick isn’t a mama’s baby.
Me: siskhali esikhala kahle.
-it’s a great weapon.
We all laughed.
Lusanda: teach me how to move my waist when I’m on top Hlalumi.
Me: Okay. Whose gonna be The Finisher?
Lusanda: Sihle since she has his eyes and lips.
Me: okay. So I like to start by giving him a blow job right…so suck your
man’s dick while making eye contact with his ass. Don’t cut his ecstacy
short so ask him questions but not too many… Ask him how it feels… Ask
him if he’s feeling it… Ask him what he wants… What he wants to see you
do… And if his answers show you he’s still enjoying it… Give him extra
time maybe 2 minutes or 3. Then once you are done…climb on his lap and
let him see you. Stand on your knees upright and let him see your body.
Let him see you naked… Then lean in for that kiss. Make sure his penis is
laying flat so you can slide on it with your pussy that will stimulate his shaft
right. After the kiss which shouldn’t turn into a full on make out session…
Take him and then put him inside you… Keep your hands on his shoulders
and ease on it.
Make sure you’re comfortable and then use your waist to guide you…
Grind on it. Move your waist in small imaginary circles… Make eye
contact with that delicious muthafucker and if you feel a bit tired…
Bounce a bit but don’t throw your weight around. Just bounce gracefully
and make him grab your ass..
I said whilst taking Sihle’s hands and then putting them on my ass. The
door opened and Luthando came in. The sight of me grinding on Sihle
freaked him out so he walked back out in the funniest manner.
Luphelo: ujikelani?
-why are you turning back?
Luthando: uyatyelwa kula room Mninawa masijike.
-someone is eating from your plate in that room little brother let us turn
back.
They were talking in the passage.
We laughed as Luphelo came in, saw what Luthando saw and then bit his
lip.
Luphelo: Sihle akhange simlasele keh lo Makoti.
-Sihle we didn’t go 50\50 on this bride.
We laughed.
Sihle: hay Kodwa Tanci she come onto me because I have the same eyes
and lips as you.
Lusanda: it’s funny how you look more like him than your own Dad. I don’t
understand this DNA shit. I can’t imagine carrying a baby for 9 months
then he comes out looking like Luthando.
Luthando: hay ngoba kutheni?
-why?
Lusanda: remember the conclusion you drew as to why you weren’t
molested. You were right.
The three of them laughed. It must be an inside joke that was a bit
distasteful for me. Such things aren’t a joke but maybe it was a way for
them to cope and heal.
Luthando: ndimbi Pabbles fethu?
-am I ugly?
Luphelo: u gorgeous Mkhuluwa.
Luthando: yabona?
-you see.
He boasted as Luphelo came to sit on the bed.
Luphelo: what time are we going to the hospital tomorrow?
Luthando: I think we can make 6pm visiting hours.
Me: yeah he’s right. We should bring food for him though. What’s his
favorite.
Lusanda: amanqina.
-chicken feet.
Luphelo: ade awatye ne sauce.
-he even eats them with sauce.
We laughed and bonded over stories of how Luyanda takes chicken feet
as a serious Delicacy and even sprinkles them with spices imported from
international restaurants. Mbali came into the room and didn’t say a word
to anybody. She just sat down next to Luthando and looked at everybody,
creating an awkward silence.
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The awkward silence caused by Mbali’s presence was so loud that
someone had to do something about it.
Sihle: uhm… Hey Mbali.
Mbali: hi.
Lusanda: hay Kodwa why are we greeting you Kodwa you came into our
space?
Luthando: Lusanda..
Lusanda: hay bhuti andi khathali noba sixabene but we can’t turn a blind
eye to such behavior kalok tyhini.
-no brother I don’t care even if we argue.
Mbali: oh hay molweni ke.
-greetings then.
Lusanda: you’re late.
Luphelo looked at me and he tipped his head to the left indicating that
we should go to our bedroom. I nodded so we got up and said our
goodbyes to them before walking back to our bedroom. I locked.
Me: Luphelo what the hell is wrong with Mbali?
Luphelo: inoba une stress sika Snapchat wethu lomntu I filter yasuka
engeka foti. Andazi kutheni ubuza mna.
-maybe she has stress over Snapchat and her filter came off before she
took a picture. I don’t know why you are asking me.
Me: are you sure her attitude has nothing to do with the fact that she
maybe wants you?
Luphelo: is that what your mother told you?
Me: yes. Luphelo sitshatile. If a bitch tries to kiss you funeka undi xelele
so I can get her in line ngoba you are my husband.
Luphelo: baby I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know what to make of it.
And andimfuni… Nditshatile… I’m happy and I don’t want drama since we
live in the same house. If we didn’t live in the same house ebendizak
hlebela.
-I don’t want her. I’m married.
I smiled
. Me:
okay.
Luphelo: sulinda kalok
Majama. -don’t be
jealous.
Me: ndiyekile.
-I’m done.
Luphelo: phakama Mkam bakbone. Izapha kumnyeni wakho.
-stand up my wife so they can see you. Come to your husband.
I giggled shyly. I went to him and he hugged me. I think this man enjoys
hugging me more than kissing me or maybe even having sex with me.
Luphelo: I didn’t marry you to frustrate you. I did this Because I love you
and I want my love to keep you happy always. So relax Ntikazi no one
will change what we have.
He leaned in for a kiss and I reached to meet him halfway. He wrapped his
arms around my waist just to offer me stability. He took my jacket off whilst
I took his hoodie off and then I pulled his pants down and gave him a hand
job as we made out. I took off my track pants and when I was in my
panties… I pushed him onto the dressing table where he sat down and I
rode his dick in reverse cowgirl. My husband was moaning, I was moaning
and the sound of our pleasures coming together felt beyond amazing. He
came so I took the towel this time and wiped myself. I then went to bed
with him where we spoke and had more sex. Sometimes I feel like that’s all
we ever do but I was not in anyway complaining.
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Sihle made breakfast in the morning so I thanked her for helping me. So
we all gathered around the dinner table as normal and ate.
Luthando: so family Mbali and I are moving out today.
Senior: niyaphi?
-where are you going?
Luthando: siyohlala eHumewood kalok.
-we are going to live at Humewood.
Lusanda: did you even get Luphelo’s permission?
Luthando: ungenaphi wena?
-and where do you fit?
Lusanda: hay ndenzba this is an open conversation because you will be
an inconvenience to my brother.
Luthando: he’s my brother too fondin Yinton na wena waba ngu Mamjiji?
For those who don’t know, Mamjiji is a witch on the South African
comedy movie production “Madliputhu”.
Ma: anibadala.
-you are so grown.
Mbali: I think now is the time to ask Luphelo for permission babe.
She looked at Luphelo who was still deep in his thoughts so he was
caught off guard by the question.
Luphelo: uthini?
-what are you saying?
Mbali: can we live in your house?
Luphelo: buza umfazi wam.
-ask my wife.
He sent the eyes to my direction.
Me: uhm…nizohlala ixesha elingakanani?
-how long are you going to stay?
Luthando: a month maximum.
Me: uhm okay… That’s fine. Right baby?
Luphelo: andinanto mna Hlalumi. If it’s fine with you, it’s fine with me.
-I have nothing.
Family: Ncoooh.
Senior: hay Hlalumi ndakncoma uyalikwazi iyheza. Ubethe unyana wam
wasisi yoyoyo. Rha uLuphelo wonke abenje? Yayingena ntliziyo lento
le.
-no Hlalumi I have to give it to you, you know how to use a potion.
You made my son a weakling. An entire Luphelo is like this now?
This thing was heartless.
We chuckled.
Luphelo: Sihle akumelanga use Rhodes ngok wena?
-aren’t you supposed to be at Rhodes right now?
Sihle: I’m dropping out Tanci.
Luphelo: why? Is it money?
His face flushed.
Sihle: No… I have time to do this LLB degree. Right now I’m gonna use
my BA degree to find a job as maybe an economist-
Luphelo: uzosokola because imagine in an interview I show up with a
Diploma in Economics or a solid Degree in Economics and you show up
with a BA degree where you majored in economics… Who is gonna get
the job? Me right?
Sihle exhaled.
Sihle: I know but it’s worth a try.
Luphelo: ndicela ufunde mntaka bhuti. Nzokwenzela ne assignments.
We can video call for hours whilst you study as long as you go back to
school.
-please study my brother’s child. I will even do your assignments for you.
I saw a smile creep up on my best friends face before she nodded.
Sihle: okay.
Luphelo: yeah?
Sihle: yeah. I will go back.
Luphelo: thank you.
Ma wiped her eyes because it brought her the most joy to know that her
sons were looking out for each other’s kids. I was also emotional because
I have always imagined Sihle and my future husband getting along… But
what I didn’t expect was them to become family and for him to motivate
her to study further. I sent him a text telling him that I am proud of him and
he replied with a smiley face.
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Luphelo and I arrived at work and we had to meet with the board regarding
this issue of my job.
Martin: good morning to all board members of JC. This meeting is about
the fate of our business administrator Mrs Ncumo Jama. Who as you could
all guess is the wife of our CEO Mr Luphelo Jama. An employee raised a
complaint stating that Mr Jama has been blindly agreeing to every idea
and/or suggestion brought forth by his wife Ncumo without considering the
effects that it might have on the company. He believes that they have acted
against the company’s code of conduct by being romantically linked and
that they hid their relationship because they were aware of the fact that it
conflicts with the companies policies and above all things, he hired her
because they were already dating by then. So Mr Jama what do you have
to say about that?
Luphelo was so chilled about this whole thing although I was sweating
because I love my job and I don’t want to start over elsewhere.
Luphelo: Out of everything you have mentioned, this employee was right
about one thing: that Ncumo is my wife. Everything else is his personal
assumption because I hid my relationship with Ncumo because it
conflicted with my family life. My wife is the best friend of my niece… Who
I was led to believe is my daughter. So yes I fell in love with her at that
time and Sihle is the reason why we kept our love as a secret. Not this
company. And I don’t blindly accept her ideas… I put thought and
consideration first before accepting and if you don’t believe that then I
think we need to check spreadsheets and not ego’s. Ncumo brought in
more money in a single month than you all did in a 3 months time span
whilst she’s pregnant. How can we possibly want to discard such an asset
all because of code of conduct?
Vince: a code of conduct is a code of conduct Mr Jama. We cannot keep
changing or bending the rules whenever we see fit.
Luphelo: that policy was introduced to keep employees from favoring one
another or from endangering the company’s interests by refusing to work
together should they break up. You don’t have to worry about that with us
and I can’t believe we are just going to ignore Ncumo’s work in this
company. She has changed company processes to ensure we put
minimum input but get maximum output. That’s why our profits have
been so
Unbelievable. She suggested that we manufacture our own products
which have sold quite well to other construction companies and has made
us spend less on materials because we have our own.
Dave: she is still your wife. Things may be good now but we don’t know
until when.
Luphelo: okay I’m losing my temper right now Because I don’t know why
you are more concerned about withholding a code of conduct over
business. We are all here to make money not to make sure that every rule
on that piece of paper is followed. This is Jama Constructions. It’s a sole
proprietorship. You all remember what I told you when you funded me I
said this is my show and you are just funding my production. So if my wife
walks I tear this whole bitch down, pay back the money you used to fund
me and you all end up jobless then I send a copy of the code of conduct in
your postbox at 12 pm in the afternoon and you are gonna get it cos you’ll
be at home. Then my wife and I will move to JLS and I make an example of
what I do to people who think with their emotions rather than with sense.
So… Let’s vote. Anyone in favor of Mrs Jama staying please raise your
hand.
Everyone raised their hands and then Luphelo smiled.
Luphelo: good. I suppose we owe Ncumo a round of applause.
They gave it to me reluctantly but I was happy regardless.
Luphelo: meeting adjourned.
He said before we all stood up and then walked out. He walked out behind
me and grabbed my ass. I suppose that was his way of telling me that I
owe him what he just touched.
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°° Mbali’s perspective °°
Luthando hired an Uber to take our belongings from the Jama household
to Luphelo’s Humewood condo. When I arrived there I was in awe… This
place was sick. It was the perfect place for a bachelor to live and I could
already imagine how many bitches he fucked in this place. I could only
imagine how his house in Bluewater Bay looks if him and his wife could
be willing to let us move into this place.
I already gave my best friend Gloria the directions to the condo so she
knocked on the door when she arrived and I opened.
Gloria: heyyyy chomi.
Me: heyyy friend. Look at this place.
Gloria: haibo mnge does your man live here?
Me: my man? Mxm lowo he is still looking for a place. Was even
talking about Central just imagine the danger of that place.
Gloria: chomi it’s still a suburban area nje.
Me: a dangerous one chomi I can’t have to look around when I go home
kalok.
Gloria: true. So whose place is this?
Me: it’s his brother’s place. Chomi he is not even a yellowbone but he’s
handsome. And he’s loaded… Yaz I need to be honest with you
because I haven’t been in a while.
Gloria: I’m listening.
Me: So I started following his wife on Instagram … She’s like 21 and he’s
33. But anyway… He got her a Range Rover just for falling pregnant.
Gloria: what?!!
Me: yes… Just for falling pregnant. Imagine what she’s going to get for
giving birth.
Gloria: Lamborghini kalok.
We laughed.
Me: but she’s a spoilt ass wife the other day she got hair just because she
was sick. So I was like lemme use the brother to get into this family… And
then maybe have an affair with him so I can get money too. I’m tired of
being with pensioners.
She laughed.
Gloria: Mbali but now you will be using brothers. That’s wrong.
Me: No I will just dump Luthando and then make silent moves on his
brother. Luphelo already squashed a beef with his brother I don’t Wanna
put him through another. I’m a thoughtful hoe.
Gloria: what if he doesn’t want you?
Me: and say no to all this ass? Impossible.
We laughed as I took her on a tour of the condo.
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The family went to visit Luyanda in the evening and we brought food:
2 McDonald’s Share boxes and one from Steers along with some
snacks.
Luyanda: benizofa kanene ukuba benihleli I hour ningatyanga.
-you were going to die if you went an hour without eating.
Luthando: qondile.
-true.
Luyanda: ndizotya nton ke ngoku mna ngoba andimthandi McDonald’s or
Steers?
-what am I going to eat since I don’t like McDonald’s or Steers?
Lusanda took out his lunchbox with his chicken feet and the way the
family hyped this whole thing was funny.
Luyanda: Ngama nqina anga bantase?
-are these chicken feet my siblings?
Luphelo: amanqina with a side of Greek sour cream with Italian cheese.
The siblings laughed before Luyanda gave Luphelo a fist bump. He
opened his lunchbox and then ate excitedly whilst we ate our food too.
Sihle: Tata ndizobuyela eskolweni ke.
-Dad I’m going back to school.
Luyanda: uTanci wakho khange avume usiyeke isikolo ne?
-your uncle didn’t allow you to leave school right?
Sihle nodded and Luyanda giggled.
Luyanda: yeah uncedile Mninawa. She wouldn’t listen to me.
-you helped little brother.
Luphelo: andifuni ibendim ndedwa one degree ezimbini kule family.
-I don’t want to be the only one with two degrees in this family.
Sihle: yeses.
-God damn.
Luyanda: nanko.
-there he goes.
Luphelo: ningandi thakathi torho. Xolweni.
-please don’t bewitch me. I’m sorry.
Me: aniwa thandi amagqwirha kule family.
-you love witches in this family.
Lusanda: bruh.
We laughed. It was a vibe. One that was interrupted by Nolwazi’s visit.
Nolwazi: molweni.
Ma: ufuna ntoni keh ngoku wena? Luyanda
usadyola neliphela? -what do you want? Luyanda
are you still dating this cockroach? Luyanda: hayi
Mama andimazi ufuna ntoni apha lomntu. -no
Mom I don’t know what this person is doing here.
Nolwazi: ndizok bona Luyanda. Sisadyola sukundi phika.
-I’m here to see you Luyanda. We are still dating don’t deny me.
Sihle: Makazi ndicela uyeke uTata torho we are trying to be happy.
-Aunt please leave Dad alone.
She looked at all of us.
Nolwazi: fine.
She walked back out before Luyanda received a lecture from his family.
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Once visitation hours had ended, we said our goodbyes to Luyanda who
looked emotional that we were all leaving. The doctor said he was healing
rapidly and that he credits the enormous support he was receiving from
his family for that.
Luphelo: baby ndicela ugoduse I family yam and then mna ndizo
godusa oLuthando. -please take my family home and I’ll take
Luthando (and Mbali) home. Me: ufuna mna ndiku yeke uhambe
nala bitch? -you want me to let you go with that bitch?

Luphelo: we won’t be alone Nkosikazi yhini na? Noba beku

njalo…andimfuni uMbali. Ndifuna wena.
-even if it was like that… I don’t want Mbali. I want you.
Me: No Luphelo this is too much. What do I have to do in the meantime
while I wait for you to come back?
That was a dumb question.
Luphelo: ndikthumelele uCandy Crush?
-must I send Candy Crush for you?
I gave him the stare of death.
Luphelo: unless you want someone else to drive your Range Rover
then hey… I don’t mind asking you to come with us and then maybe
Sihle can drive your Rover.
Me: Let her drive your Beamer home then we all take my Range Rover to
Humewood.
Luphelo: okay Maka Kumkani. Izand phuze intoyam.
-let me kiss what’s mine.
Me: ndaythanda indlela othetha nam ngayo bonanje.
-I love the way you speak to me.
He giggled before we kissed. He had his arm around my waist then he
kissed my forehead. I realised it was dumb to want to keep tabs on a man
who is clearly in love with me so I decided to chill.
Me: okay yeka I will drive the family home.. You can go.
Luphelo: okay. Ningalali no Kumkani ndiyabuya.
-don’t you and Kumkani fall asleep I’m coming back.
Me: sure. Drive safely.
Luphelo: nawe Majama.
He said before walking to his Beamer and I walked to my Rover.
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I called my mother when I got home.
Mommy: hey.
Me: hi. Are you okay?
Mommy: couldn’t be Better. How are things going that side?
Me: I’m okay. My baby kicked. Even kicked his Dad in the face.
Mom laughed.
Mommy: umntana ubonile he needs one after his encounter with that girl.
I exhaled.
Me: Mama when are you gonna let that go? It’s not like he kissed her.
Mommy: yeah but what would have happened if I didn’t walk in.
I swallowed.
Me: Mom I’m pregnant, okay? I really don’t want to be imagining things
about my husband that are going to stress me. He said nothing happened
and he doesn’t want her… I’m sticking to that until he gives me a reason to
believe otherwise that’s beyond your speculation.
Mommy: fair enough. I apologise because Kakade it didn’t look like a set
up for a make out session but what I will say is this… You have a sexual
husband. He loves you but he’s sexual.
Me: and that’s where I come in Mama as his wife. To make sure he’s
satisfied. Please don’t make me distrust him.
Mommy: fine… I’m sorry.
Me: can we please talk about what happened to you?
Sihle came into my bedroom and sat on my bed.
Mommy: no Hlalumi… Yaz Yinton? Good night.
-you know what?
She hung up and I exhaled.
Sihle: everything alright?
I nodded.
Me: Yaz Mom is putting these ideas in my head about I don’t know… My
husband maybe cheating. And I never really thought of him like that
because he’s such a great husband but… This Mbali wants him and you
see what she’s like… She’s Faith Nketsi 2.0 and I can’t compete with that.
Sihle: she wants him and you guys aren’t gonna tell Luthando?
Me: yeah she tried to kiss him but it’s not our place to tell.
Sihle: Cynthia is exactly like Mbali but Luphelo never fucked her… Okay
she’s a bit smaller but still she’s sexy. And Nolwazi actually thought this
was funny… Uthi Luphelo said to her “hlambi uqhele amadoda akuleqayo
Kodwa mna Ndiyi ndoda ka Ncumo”. That stuck with me.
-maybe you are used to men who run after you but I’m Ncumo’s man.
I teared up.
Me: really?
She nodded so giggled whilst rubbing my belly.
Me: uvile Kumie uTatakho uthini kwezi bitches? Uthi yena uyindoda ka
Mamakho.
-Kumie did you hear what your father says to these bitches? He says he’s
your Moms man.
Sihle laughed.
Sihle: chomi I just wanna say I’m sorry for everything. I love you and I want
you to be happy. I guess without you I wouldn’t have had the relationship
that I have with the family now. So Thank you.
Me: I don’t wanna be emotional but… I’m sorry too. Sleeping with your
“father” was not cool. None of that was… But I am glad we forgive each
other and are still friends after everything. Its through you what I am living
this life so thank you so much.
We hugged.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
My wife left the hospital first with my family but my brother and I stayed
behind with Mbali in the car. Luthando had a phone call from a colleague
who told him he was at Cape Road and would like to take him out for dinner.
Luthando agreed and said he would be taking a plus one… Of which Mbali
rejected the offer and said she would like to sleep. I knew why she
declined… A girl like Mbali doesn’t just “sleep”. So I looked at my wedding
ring and exhaled. Yaxoka uMbali my marriage will not go down like this.
So we left Luthando behind and then I started the car. I drove out of the
parking lot and made my way to Humewood with Mbali in the passenger
seat.
Mbali: I just want to thank you for allowing us to use your condo.
Me: uvunyelwe ngu mfazi wam nje.
-my wife allowed you though.
Mbali: true but she couldn’t say no to your family.
Me: maybe she doesn’t know that yet but… She can.
Mbali: okay. Intle… I wonder how many bitches you have fucked there.
I laughed but she was really expecting an answer.
Me: let’s say about 6.
Mbali: wanna make it 7?
Me: no… Uhm I’m Good. I get enough action at home..and I would
assume that applies for you since you’re in a relationship… With my
brother.
Mbali: your brother is a sweetheart and all but he’s no you. Luphelo
I think you’re the type of man that most women want to get married to.
Une Mali… Umhle… Unomzimba o right… You’re funny, smart… And
awuno thunywa ice nguwe othuma abantu I ice. Luthando isn’t that. And
as much as I love him… A man like you is what I need. Uyandi bona
Mos ndi njani mna.
She enhanced her face by pouting slightly and then flashing her cleavage
which made me hard.
I kept telling myself to relax before my dick swells and betrays me in front
of her.
Me: k.
She laughed.
Mbali: you’re trying so hard to control yourself. Breathe.
Me: bandi funi?
-what if I don’t want to.
Mbali: then you will die without knowing how warm my pussy is.
Me: aytsalanga.
-that’s no stretch.
I lied. It was a fucking stretch but I’m married. I sped through the cars trying
to get to the condo quickly. When I arrived I exhaled so I climbed out of the
car and walked her to the door. Just so she can be safe.
Mbali: thanks for the… Dangerous ride.
Me: yeah.
Mbali: not even a hug?
I hugged her and the weird ass trick had her arms around my waist and her
hands in my pocket.
Me: Mbali get your hands out of my pockets.
Mbali: I’m sorry that’s how I hug . Good might.
Me: good night.
I walked back to my car and she walked into the condo. I made a promise
to myself that I need to tell my brother the truth about this girl so I called
him and he didn’t pick up and left him a voicemail: Mkhuluwa it’s me
Luphelo. I need to tell you something mfowethu it’s important. Text me
when you get this.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
My man came home in the evening so he kissed my forehead and then
fell asleep next to me. I really didn’t feel like having sex so I was happy
when he just fell asleep and expected nothing from me.
I got up to urinate because Kumkani was awake so I couldn’t sleep. I
tripped over my man’s Jean but didn’t fall… So I picked it up and folded it
but a piece of paper fell out with a number written in a female handwriting.
I decided to check out who the number belongs to so I took my cellphone
and then I punched in the number which I saved on my contact list. I then
went to search the number On WhatsApp and found Mbali on the display
picture. Even her ‘about’ proved that it was her account because it was a
flower with a lipstick. That could not be Luthando’s phone number.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I got a headache immediately. I felt
beyond hurt…. I was
betrayed and I was confused. Why would he cheat on me like this? I cried
silently whilst my feet took me back to the very same reason why I was
crying. So I climbed into bed next to my cheating husband and then I
kissed his back. I don’t know why I did that when I should be going off.
Luphelo: baby umntana ukvusile?
-did the baby wake you up?
He asked with his sleepy voice.
Me: no lala babe.
Luphelo: u sure?
Me: yeah.
Luphelo: okay.
He fell asleep again leaving me breaking down internally. I mean it was
clear he fucked her because why else would he not fuck me when he
does it everyday? This was the worst pain I have ever imagined.
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I thought about this whole thing until I became really disgusted. I was
way past this feeling of wanting to preserve my marriage out of fear of
not being with Luphelo anymore when he is running around Port
Elizabeth fucking Instagram thots so I decided to pretend to be him and
catfish the fuck out of this bitch in order to figure out what happened
between them. So I took his cellphone and he was in such a deep sleep
that he didn’t feel me taking it from under his pillow. I punched in his
password which is “KumkaniJ”, saved Mbali’s number and then I sent her
a text on WhatsApp. Bitch must have been waiting for my man all along
because she was online.
Me: hey.
Mbali: yhu uyamlindisa umntu.
-you can keep a person waiting.
Me: sorry I had to wait for my wife to fall asleep before I could text you.
Mbali: oh lowo. It’s okay tho as long as you got back to me.
Me: yeah. We should do today again.
Mbali: which part? ☺
Me: whatever was your favorite…
Mbali: favorite part was watching your dick swell when I flashed my boobs
in your face. I respect your size. Feel like I might choke on it if I tried to
deep throat.
Me: well this escalated quickly. Listen let me go to sleep I will text you in
the morning.

Mbali: sure Phelo.

I took a screenshot of the conversation, deleted it on his phone and then I
sent it to me. I erased any memory of these chats before sitting upright on
the bed whilst crying in silence. This was fucking painful… It was hell to
know that he saw another woman’s breasts and had an erection. How did
they even have time to be alone? Wasn’t Luthando with them? Or was that
a lie to give them some alone time. I couldn’t help but feel like this whole
thing was premeditated… After all Luphelo is no fool. And why didn’t he tell
me? His initial excuse was that he didn’t want any drama since they lived
with us but now they no longer did. I was just so stressed that my mom’s
words rang in my ear.
“he loves you but he’s sexual”.
“he’s sexual”.
“sexual husband”.
“loves you but he’s sexual”.
I looked at him lying in bed looking like an angel with a halo so I got up
and then I went to the kitchen to eat. I didn’t feel like going back to bed
with that hoe so instead I went to Lusanda’s room who is a light sleeper
so she woke up as soon as I came in.
Lusanda: Lumi?
Me: Can I please sleep with you?
Lusanda: everything okay between Kumies parents?
I nodded but was lying. She opened her blankets up for me and then
allowed me to sleep next to her.
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°° Mbali’s perspective °°
After texting Luphelo, I went to take nudes. I decided to send 1 without a
face just to motivate him to be with me. I needed his money and Luphelo
being young and all made it possible for me to actually quit this life and be
with one person. Sadly you don’t find a lot of men who can afford my type
of lifestyle and still be attractive… Unless you go for those young trust fund
Skrr Skrr teenagers whose dicks fracture just by thinking of me riding their
dicks.
After sending the picture, I heard a knock on the door. Luthando was back
and he looked a bit tipsy but he handles his liquor quite well and doesn’t
change character when he’s intoxicated.
Luthando: Lotus Jama.
Me: hey. Bekunjani keh?
-how was it?
We hugged.
Luthando: it was fun. Glad to know little brother brought you back safely.
Me: you guys really need to stop calling Luphelo little because-
Luthando: because what?
I was thinking more in terms of dick size but I couldn’t say that to him.
Me: because we are living in his place and all.
He rolled his eyes.
Luthando: if I hear about the financial difference between my little brother
and I then I’m going to lose my temper Mbali. I’m trying, okay? I’m not
broke. And if I didn’t have a brother who can afford to buy his wife a Range
Rover then I wouldn’t have to feel like I am.
Me: nobody called you broke Luthando. You have a good job you just
don’t prioritize. You should have at least a Renault Clio by now.
Luthando: at least? Really?
Me: you know what I mean.
Luthando: yeah I know what you mean. Fuck it I’m going to sleep.
He walked to one of the guest bedrooms and then fell asleep there. I
decided to take his cellphone just to see what he’s been doing. It’s ironic to
want to keep tabs on him when I’m the one that’s cheating but cheating
makes you paranoid so I unlocked his phone and then checked his recent
activities. He had a voice message which I listened to and it was from
Luphelo: Mkhuluwa it’s me Luphelo. I need to tell you something mfowethu
it’s important. Text me when you get this.
My jaw dropped. I panicked because I thought maybe he wanted to tell
Luthando that I came onto him so I deleted the voice message and
missed calls Luphelo made to his brother.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
It was a Saturday morning so I decided to go and clean the yard. I’m not
expected to do that since I’m pregnant but I thought it would help me get
my mind off things. Once I was done, I went back into the house and then
cleaned alone. My blood was boiling so I literally didn’t feel tired I just kept
going until I was done. After cleaning, I went back into my bedroom with
Luphelo where he was still sleeping. I brushed my teeth and then I took a
shower. Once I was done, I went back to the bedroom to get dressed.
Luphelo woke up when I was getting my make up done so he kissed my
forehead.
Luphelo: Molweni.
He was greeting his son and I.
Me: hi.
Luphelo: kutheni bunga lelanga nam Izolo?
-why weren’t you sleeping with me yesterday?
Me: you were snoring.
Luphelo: cela undivuse next time. I don’t like sleeping without you.
Me: okay.
He went to brush his teeth then he came back to the bedroom.
Luphelo: Nkosikazi ndyaphuma keh namhlanje. Is that okay or you
want to make plans with me?
-I’m going out today.
Me: it’s fine.
Luphelo: Ncumo…what is wrong with you?
Me: Nothing. Just found out that your dick became hard for another
woman’s Breasts.
He exhaled before looking down.
Luphelo: uve ngabani?
-who did you hear that from?
I exhaled. Hearing him ask me that question instead of denying it broke
my spirit. I could only imagine what else happened between these two
that I wasn’t aware of.
Me: so it really did happen…wow.
Luphelo: yeah but not ngale ndlela ucinga yenzeke ngayo.
-not in the way that you think it happened.
Me: I don’t care how it happened Luphelo. I just want you to go get that
bitch out of my condo.
Luphelo: baby ndizo yenza njani lonto without giving Luthando a valid
reason for telling his girlfriend to leave?
-how am I going to do that?
Me: I don’t care how you do it but I won’t have that bitch living in my
property. Honestly I don’t care if you keep fucking her but what I will not
tolerate is knowing she’s living there.
Luphelo: okay. But Hlalumi-
Me: No Luphelo. No. Today I’m going to my moms house. I hope you’re
fine with that.
Luphelo: yeah.
He said with his head faced down.
Me: Ok.
I said as I finished up my make up, took my stuff and then I walked out.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I kept calling my brother but he was not picking up my calls so I decided
to drive to Humewood to speak to him. I knocked on the door when I
arrived and Mbali opened up.
Mbali: hey.
I exhaled.
Me: ukhona uBhuti?
-is my brother around?
Mbali: yeah. Don’t fuck things up.
She said as she moved away from the door and I walked in.
Me: Luthando?
Luthando: ndiyeza Mninawa.
-I’m coming little brother.
I sat down as I waited for him to come down the stairs. Mbali got seated
and a friend of hers came to the living room.
Gloria: hey. I’m Gloria.
Me: Luphelo.
I said awkwardly. She sat down next to me before Luthando arrived.
Luthando: you good?
Me: not really… I come baring bad news.
Luthando: okay?
Me: ebendike nda cinga ngoythengisa le condo and even put it up for sale
kwi property guide but I never received any feedback but ngoku I just
received a buyer. Uthi uyaythatha lendawu and he’s ready to buy it
immediately.
Luthando: why didn’t you tell me you are selling this place Luphelo I would
have put up an offer.
I swallowed.
Me: my buyer wants to buy it cash… And settle it. Wena buzofuna
ukundi batala in monthly installments ngoba you won’t get I loan to pay
me in full.
Luthando: Luphelo… How does R3000 a month sound?
If only my brother knew I don’t want money I just want his thot out of the
house otherwise my wife is going to lose her temper.
Me: at that rate elityala will be your son’s responsibility because we’ll
both be dead before you finish paying.
Luthando: you are so God damn selfish bonanje Luphelo. You don’t need
this money. This condo used to be empty and now you won’t accept 3k
per month? That’s 36k per year that you don’t even fucking need Luphelo
because you already have everything.
I bit my lip and then got up because I don’t like arguments with my siblings.
They hurt.
Me: okay. But by tomorrow I need you guys to leave. Ndanicela.
I walked to the door.
Luthando: well fuck you keh Luphelo. Fuck you so God damn selfish.
I turned back around and then looked at Luthando.
Me: I called you yesterday… Sent you a voicemail asking you to call me
back because I wanted to tell you that your little fiance is a thot. She’s
been throwing herself at me and my wife knows hence she wants this bitch
gone. So you… Luthando, can stay here for as long as you like although
you just told me to fuck myself but Mbali has to leave.
Gloria: yhu chomi game over.
Mbali: shut the fuck up wena Gloria!! Baby I don’t know what the fuck he is
talking about…
I heard her say before I walked back to my car.
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I didn’t go out on Saturday night so I just went to bed early. Lusanda
came into my bedroom with chocolate ice cream and Oreo’s.
Lusanda: so you pissed off my sister in law… Now you have to step into
her shoes and watch Netflix with me.
Me: no I don’t.
Lusanda: yes you do.
Me: Mama!!!
Lusanda: really? Uzandi xela kuMama?
-you’re going to tell on me to Mom?
We both laughed so she cuddled up behind me.
Lusanda: Luthando told me what happened.
Me: it’s fucked up.
Lusanda: Kodwa Luphelo why didn’t you report this shit when it started?
Me: so you want me to report something ithi kanti I’m living in my head
and it’s all just a misunderstanding… Or Mbali is just like that naturally.
But I tried to tell him yesterday but his phone was on voicemail.
Lusanda: he says you didn’t leave a voicemail.
Me: andazi ke.
-I don’t know then.
Lusanda: Luphelo don’t worry about this. Luthando will come around…
Your wife will come around… It will all work out.
Me: okay.
Lusanda: I love you Pabbles.
She said whilst trying to tickle my stomach. It didn’t work. I have abs now.
Me: I love you too.
Lusanda: ease up on the sit ups kalok I am your big sister and I don’t
want to lose my right to make you laugh after tickling your stomach.
I laughed.
Me: phambene bonanje Lusanda.
-you’re crazy.
Lusanda: yeah but I don’t want you to drive yourself crazy so let’s
Netflix and chill with some snacks, okay? Hlalumi doesn’t chew loudly
keh so zimbambe.
-hold yourself.
I sat upright as she went to fetch Ncumo’s laptop and then opened it up
in front of us. We probably watched for a few minutes before Lusanda
received another call from Luthando. She put it on loudspeaker.
Lusanda: hello?
Luthando: I’m coming back to the house. Please make sure I don’t run into
your little brother.
Me: mbonya.
-you can take a shit.
Luthando: izoy thetha kum ebusweni lonto Luphelo.
-come say that to my face.
Me: uphi fondin?
-where are you.
Lusanda: hayini mahn futsekini yere… Are you seriously gonna let this
bitch get between you guys? Luthando if Luphelo wanted to fuck your
bitch he would have but he didn’t can we credit him on that? I know you
are angry but come on.
Luthando: mxm. Lusanda I’m 4 minutes away. Make sure I don’t run into
your brother qha.
Lusanda: bye bye Luthando.
Luthando:bye.
She hung up, gathered all the snacks she brought and then left. Her
absence left a huge void in me so I took a risk and called my wife. She
picked up.
Hlalumi: hi.
Me: hey.
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Me: uhm… Uphumile ke uMbali eHumewood.
-Mbali is out of Humewood.
Hlalumi: good.
Me: akhange-
-I didn’t-
Hlalumi: you have been singing that tune Taka Kumkani. I know.
Me: please come home.
Hlalumi: I will be back tomorrow.
Me: oh okay. How’s my son?
Hlalumi: he’s good… Uhm Luphelo if there’s anything else? I would like to
sleep.
Me: yeah okay… I love you.
Hlalumi: me too. Bye.
Me: bye.
She hung up. I put my phone down and I never felt so lonely.

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°° Mbali’s perspective °°
My friend Gloria and I took an Uber back to the Jama household because I
needed to work things out with Luthando. I don’t know why in the world
Luphelo would change his mind after the conversation him and I had last
night… Maybe his weak ass decided to stick with his wife and blocked me
because even my nude picture didn’t get sent and I could no longer see his
DP. I always knew he was not man enough to handle a woman like me.
My strategy was simple: I was going to use the conversation I had with him
on WhatsApp to prove to him that Luphelo wanted me too because I was
not going down alone. I don’t love Luthando but I like him. He’s a good
man… And if Luphelo doesn’t want me he should have just left and not
have thrown the baby out with the bathwater.
Gloria: chomi what if he doesn’t want to speak to you?
Me: we will cross that bridge when we get there. For now let’s just remain
optimistic.
Gloria: sakhumshi.
-you are speaking so much English.
I rolled my eyes. She always derides me when I’m using words she can’t
understand. The Uber dropped us off so I paid and then we got off. The gate
was still opened so I went to knock on the front door. Mr Jama opened.
Him: ayo bachelor party Lena so asi dingi strippers.
-this isn’t a bachelor party so we don’t need strippers.
Gloria: hay Tata ungaklinge.
-no old man don’t you dare.
Him: andibhekisi nakuwe awuno qeshwa wena.
-I’m not even referring to you because you wouldn’t even get hired.
Gloria caught feelings but that served her and her mouth right.
Me: Tatu Jama can I please speak to Luthando. I need to explain myself
then I will leave.
Him: I will call both kuze ungazo xoka ngo Luphelo.
-so you won’t lie about Luphelo.
I exhale
d Me:
okay.
He went to call both sons so Luthando came down first. He looked
disgusted to see me.
Luphelo followed 3 minutes later, topless whilst walking barefeet.
Luthando: awuna skipa wena?
-don’t you have a shirt?
Luphelo: azibuhlungu I sit ups for ukba mandi fihle I 6 pack Yam.
-sit ups are too painful for me to have to hide my 6 pack.
Luthando rolled his eyes.
Him: thetha Nontombi.
-talk girl.
Me: uhm Luthando I don’t know why Luphelo is pinning everything on me
as if I came onto him when he is the one who came onto me. But then I
threatened to tell his wife and he decided to beat me at my own game since
he knew I can’t say anything since I live in his condo.
I looked at Luphelo whose eyebrow was raised and he didn’t say
anything. He just stood there looking dumb.
Luphelo: washa!
Luthando: iyahlekisa Luphelo lento?
-is this funny?
Luphelo: yeah cos uyaxoka lomntu she came onto me. Luthando kudala
saphuma kunye mna nawe I could get any girl I want why would I go after
my brother’s fiancee or whatever she is to you?
Luthando: because you want every fucking thing ebomini Luphelo. That’s
why.
Luphelo: seems like you have already decided who you are going with so
mna ndiyolala.
-I’m going to sleep.
Me: look at the chat we had!! I’m sorry Luthando but he was part of this too.
I took my phone out and then I showed him the chats because I was
already the bad guy so I had to bring him down with me. Luphelo: what
fucking chat?
He said as he came to see the chats and that’s when Luthando lost his
temper because he saw the number belongs to Luphelo.
Luphelo: I don’t know where these chats came from. I didn’t do this.
Luthando: mnqundu!
He said before slapping Luphelo who didn’t even react. The slap created
an awkward silence and stunned their Dad who looked on.
Luphelo: ndizamile Timer.
-I tried Dad.
That’s when he shot a punch right on the bridge of Luthando’s nose
and broke it. Then he caught his brother when his body fell and then
wrapped his arms around him.
Luphelo: cela zungam xeleli uMama.
-please don’t tell Mom.
He patted his brothers back before he went back into the house. Luphelo
really looked like he didn’t know about these chats… Meaning Hlalumi
found the number before he did and tried to find out what we did together.
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°°Luphelo’s perspective °°
Lusanda made our breakfast in the morning so we gathered around the
dinner table to eat our Sunday morning breakfast. Although my family isn’t
religious but Sundays are important to us and we always make sure we
spend it as a family although Luthando didn’t join us for breakfast and
Hlalumi was not at home. Dad and I kept making awkward glances at one
another since we wanted to pretend like last night never happened.
Dad: uphi uMaka Kumkani?
Me: uku Mamakhe.
-she’s with her Mom.
Dad: uyafaketha keh umfazi wakho Luphelo.
Me: uRight Timer ndimtshate ndimazi andizo khalaza xana eselapha.
-she’s right Dad I married her knowing that so I won’t complain now that
she’s here.
Dad: ewe Kodwa akano hamba qho xaninga vani Luphelo. A ndithi
she must tolerate your bullshit Kodwa ke nyana no marriage is easy.
Yena makafunde ukuqina qha.
-she can’t leave everytime you don’t get along. She must learn to be tough.
Lusanda: and what must your son learn?
Me: khayeke Lusanda andibaweli ukulwa bonanje.
-stop it Lusanda I don’t feel like fighting.
Lusanda: andilwi nam qha ndiya buza.
-I’m not fighting either I’m just asking.
Me: subuza izinto ezingaku funiyo keh Lusanda. Awufuni utshata andithi
wena? So don’t stick your nose in marital affairs.
-don’t ask things that don’t concern you. You don’t want to get married
right.
Lusanda: I may not be married but I know how a partner should be treated.
Me: I did too kuze kwaku dyolwa trust me. Marriage is a different ball game
so ndicela uthule.
Lusanda: okay this is me being told by the last born what to do.
Mommy: whether he is the last born or not but when it comes to his
marriage he has the right to ask you to keep quiet.
Lusanda: right.
Luthando came downstairs with Mbali and then greeted everyone.
Ma: haibo Luthando itheni impumlo yakho?
-whats wrong with your nose?
Luthando: bendi sando Nika uMbali I cunnilingus so gqhiba wandi
khaba empulweni nge mistake yophuka.
-I had just given Mbali cunnilingus so she kicked me in the nose by mistake
and it broke.
Mom: Yinton I cunnilingus?
-whats cunnilingus?
Lusanda: Mom don’t even bother its disgusting.
Luthando: whatever so family me and my girl are back at home. Amazing
right?
Nobody replied.
Luthando: awkward but okay. Sihle you are happy right?
Sihle: yeah.
She lied. Then it became silent.
The silence was cut by my wife’s arrival. She looked different. She was
wearing the hair I bought her and had her nails done. She looked
amazing. And nothing hurts more than seeing your wife glow after she
was away from you.
Hlalumi: molweni.
Family: Molo Hlalumi.
Hlalumi: ninjani?
-how are you?
They stated how they were feeling.
Hlalumi: ndiya eRoomini keh.
-I’m going to the room.
I took my plate and then I got up since I wanted to drop it off in the
kitchen on my way to our bedroom.
Dad: hambofumana impundu Tiyeka! Ndikuthembile.
-go get some ass Tiyeka. I trust you.
Me: khayeke Timer.
They laughed as I followed my wife upstairs.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I was so livid when I saw Mbali back at this house because when I told
them to leave Humewood I thought I was helping myself feel better not
knowing that I was bringing myself back to square one. Honestly it was
Better when they were kilometers away from us than to have them live
under the same roof as us.
Luphelo came into the bedroom when I was taking off my clothes.
Luphelo: Majama ndicela sithethe?
-can we please speak.
Me: ifuna ntoni la bitch apha Luphelo?
-what is that bitch doing here?
Luphelo: baby uthe mabamke eHumewood. Ufuna kuthweni?
-you said they must leave Humewood. What do you want to happen?
Me: how about she disappears?
Luphelo: that’s not my call Hlalumi. But we can leave and go back to our
own house.
Me: andizo khululiswa impahla zam zobu Makoti mna ngenxa ka Mbali
zindi fanela.
-I won’t be stripped of my bridal clothes Because of Mbali when they suit
me.
He exhaled.
Luphelo: so sithini?
-what
Do we do?
Me: we stay until I have served my time.
I said as I went to him to get him to take my bra off. The lace of my
underwear rubbed against his dick and I felt it swell. He took my bra off
and then his hands fought themselves whether or not to grab my breasts
but the temptation was too much so he grabbed them. I could feel his
breathing rising as he caressed them and I felt my pussy dripping. We
were both horny… So he slid his hand in my lacy underwear and then he
rubbed my warm but wet pussy. He played with my clit and I moaned…
Before he used his free hand to pull my underwear down. I let it slip down
my legs and then I turned around to face him and we made out. We had
nice, easy, slow arousing foreplay before he kissed my body all the way
down to between my legs.
Luphelo: Kumkani take notes son.
He said before he licked my pussy. He gave me flat tongue licks with soft
gentle sucks to my clit which made me grab onto the sheets. He sucked on
the lips of pussy and played with his tongue on my clit. I felt a discharge
coming out of me which he picked with his finger and wiped on his t-shirt.
That was my cum. He got me off with his tongue alone and that made him
horny so he pulled out his penis but I grabbed it as soon as it was out. He
gave me a side smile when he saw I wanted to be in control… So I took it
and teased the opening of my pussy with it just so that he could feel how
warm it is with his head.
Me: want that?
Luphelo: yifake Ncumo ndaku cela.
-put it in Ncumo I’m begging you.
I rubbed his head against my opening again then I took it out, closed my
legs and gave him the stare of death.
Me: Mamela ke Luphelo Jama. I may be 21 but I’m not a baby you can
keep hurting. I’m your wife. The mother of your child and I’m done
seeing you be associated with different bitches. I don’t care what the
story is… Don’t give a fuck if you fucked them or not. But if a bitch come
near you make a plan to make her disappear because you know good
and well I used to be sexy until you came inside me. Don’t fuck with my
esteem.
Luphelo: xolo kalok Majama.
-I’m sorry.
Me: I’m sorry too cos nyan shame you aren’t getting this pussy today I’m
sorry. I’m going to the hospital to see your brother ngoku so Uyeza or
kanye?
-are you coming or what?
Luphelo: Hlalumi are you really going to leave me with an erection?
Me: Luphelo you put a ring on my finger, a baby in my belly and you bought
me a Range Rover.
No man is ever going to approach me again so this is the only way I can
get back at you.
I said before getting dressed and then walking out of the room.

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The whole family went to Luphelo’s car so we climbed in and he couldn’t
even start the car.
Luphelo: Sihle ndicela uzoqhuba.
-please come and drive.
Senior: kutheni ungaqhubi ngokwakho nje Luphelo ube usokolisa umntana.
-why don’t you drive yourself instead of being an inconvenience to the
child?
Luphelo: hay Timer andiboni.
-no Dad I can’t see.
I burst out in laughter and ended up apologizing since no one knew what I
was laughing at. But I was laughing at the fact that not getting pussy made
Luphelo blind. Him and Sihle switched places so she started the car and
then drove to the hospital. We arrived there but couldn’t see Luyanda yet
because we arrived slightly earlier than visitation hours so I called Mommy
in the car.
Mommy: Angel face?
Me: Mama uLuphelo uyafa vha? Akaboni no bona ngoku kunzima no
qhuba.
-Luphelo is dying. He can’t even see its even difficult to drive.
Mom burst out in laughter.
Mommy: as in blind?
Me: as in blind. U Depressed ufana nenja enethelweyo heeh hay
bendimazi uyazithanda impundu but angade abe blind. Shorta
ndimthengele I walking stick.
- He is depressed he’s like a dog that’s been rained on. I knew he
loves ass but not to the point where he would be blind. I need to buy
him a walking stick.
Mom laughed.
Me: heeh hay Mama Akaboni akeva sahna nangok imoto isima
bekufuneka exelelwe ukuba Luphelo sifikile hlika. Uyagowisha.
-Mom he can’t see nor hear even when the car stopped he had to be told
that we arrived and he needs to get off.
Mommy was laughing so much she even chocked on her saliva and said
I’m killing her.
Mommy: pheza uyandi bulala uJama rha. Mphe Hlalumi angafi.
-stop Jama is killing me. Give him some so that he won’t die.
I laughed.
Me: akazofa wethu. Listen I need to get back inside the hospital keh ngoku.
Bye.
Mommy: bye baby.
I hung up and then went back into the hospital.
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We were allowed into Luyanda’s hospital room and with every single
passing day he looked better than the last.
Luyanda: kwenzeke ntoni kwi mpumlo yakho Luthando?
-what happened to your nose?
He exhaled.
Luthando: yophulwe ngu Luphelo.
-Luphelo broke it.
Ma: Kodwa buthe-
-but you said-
Luthando: I lied. I’m just sick and tired of this God damn question so let me
just tell the truth.
Ma: Luphelo umbethele ntoni ubhuti wakho?
-why did you beat your big brother?
Luphelo: undi qhwabile kube ecinga mna bendi
textela ihule lakhe. -he slapped me because he
thought I was texting his whore. Luthando: Luphelo
Ndiyak nqanda--Luphelo I’m warning you-
Luyanda: Luthando suku chukumisa uLuphelo mahn. Thetha naye
sukumbetha ayizo phela kakuhle.
-don’t provoke Luphelo man. Talk to him don’t hit him it won’t end well.
Luthando: makanga bizi cherram ihule Kodwa abe yena ebe WhatsApp’a
naye.
-he must not call my girl a whore but he was WhatsApping with her.
I exhaled.
Me: akhange uLuphelo amu WhatsAppele uMbali. I did kuba uMbali ufake
inumber yakhe kwi back pocket ka Luphelo and I wanted to figure out what
they did together so I pretended to be him while he was sleeping. I didn’t
know it was going to get to this point.
-Luphelo didn’t WhatsApp Mbali…because Mbali put her number in his
back pocket.
Ma: Hlalumi!! Uyenza njani lonto so gqhiba umke wena ushiye I mess?
-how do you do that and then leave a mess behind?
Me: I didn’t know Ma-
Ma: ewe you didn’t know cos all you know is running!! Balwa onyana bam
ngenxa yakho-
-my sons fought because of you-
Luphelo: balwe onyana bakho ngoba uLuthando uzenze uTatam
wandibetha otherwise lento Ngeyi phele kungo phukanga mpumlo
yamntu. So if you want to blame someone choose between me,
Luthando and Mbali. Hlalumi is just my pregnant wife who found a
number in my back pocket and found a truth she wouldn’t have gotten
from me by doing what she did.
-your sons fought because Luthando made himself my father and hit me
otherwise this would have ended without anyone’s nose getting broken.
Ma: yho hay I’m sick and tired of you children to be honest.
She said before drinking her water and then looking away.
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When we arrived back at home I was in a low mood so I went to the kitchen
to get some food.
Ma came in and stopped me on my way out.
Ma: Hlalumi I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you. I was just upset… I
hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.
Me: it’s okay Ma.
Ma: no it’s not. Unyanisile uLuphelo what caused the actual fight is
Luthando and not what you did.
I nodded so she hugged me.
Ma: Kodwa ke mntanam funeka uyeke lento yakho yokumane usiya
kuMamakho xakunzima. Utshatile ngoku… Ungu Mama we khaya.
Uzothini xa uKumkani sezelwe? Ufuna akhule kwi khaya apho xakunga
vanwa uMama uya hamba?
-but my child you have to stop this thing of yours of going to your Mom
when it’s Hard. You are married now… You are the woman of the house.
What are you going to do when Kumkani is born? Do you want him to
grow up in a home where Mom leaves everytime there is an argument?
Me: no Ma.
Ma: good. Qina Mamcethe… Qina Chizama. Senza lonto emtshatweni.
-that’s what we do in marriage.
Me: Okay ma.
Ma: sharp keh Hlalumi.
I walked out of the kitchen and into my bedroom where my husband looked
happy to see me.
Luphelo: awuzondipha nyan impundu Maka Kumkani?
-are you really not going to give me ass?
I laughed.
Me: Luphelo I am going to watch Netflix now.
Luphelo: baby ndizazi xhoma shame ngoku awuboni amehlo amu abomvu
Ngenxa yokhala.
-baby I am going to hang myself now can’t you see my eyes are red from
crying.
I laughed.
Me: then you will make me a millionaire should you decide to hang yourself
either way I’m good.
He laughed. You know that laughter when you are laughing but aren’t
really laughing you are just trying to convert your pain into a laughter.
Luphelo: iyho. Let me go drown myself in the bathtub akuse khonto ndiy
philelayo.
-there is nothing that I’m living for.
I laughed as he went into the en suite.

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I was so horny to the point where I needed emotional support. Hlalumi’s
decision to starve me fucked me up so bad to the point where I went to
my Dad.
Me: Timer u busy?
-Dad are you busy?
Dad: hayi utheni?
-no what’s wrong?
Me: ndi batyiwe Tata u Majama akafuni undipha impundu.
-I’m horny Dad Majama won’t give me ass.
My dad gave me a hug.
Dad: yeses nyana khame ndive intliziyo yakho ukba isabetha na.
-damn son let me feel if your heart is still beating.
Me: isabetha Timer qha yi pulse Lena ndingay vayo.
-it’s beating Dad but it’s my pulse that I cannot feel.
My dad laughed so hard that I laughed too. He put his arm around me
then he led me to the guest bedroom and closed the door behind us.
Dad: uthi ukuvimbela ntoni ilungelo lakho lotya I mpundu uHlalumi?
-what reason did Hlalumi give as to why she is depriving you of
your right to eat ass? Me: Uzama ukundi nyisa ngenxa yalento ka
Mbali.
-she’s trying to torture me because of this Mbali thing.
Dad: uMbali ongamtyanga obusenomtya nangok ukuba bufuna.
-Mbali whom you didn’t fuck whom you could still fuck if you wanted to.
Luphelo: nqho.
-exactly.
Dad: mamela keh nyana… Andithi ukhuphe iR1000 eziy 50 wanika
uMamakhe kuba umthenga uHlalumi a ndithi?
-listen son… You coughed out 50 R1000’s and then you gave it to her
mother because you were buying Hlalumi right?
Me: Ewe Timer.
-Yes Dad.
Dad: so ngena kula room uyotya eza mpundu nyana. Sumhoya noba
uthini… Itya wena qha.
-get into that room and eat that ass son. Don’t pay attention to what she
says… Just fuck.
Me: hay Kodwa Tata yi rape leyo.
-no but Dad that’s rape.
Dad: nawe uzamjonga umntu wakho kalok Luphelo. Fika pha ukhulule I
brukwe ne underpants enye nenye izoz bonakalela qha akho nyana wena
ungazoy fumana I sex apha.
-you are going to Monitor your person. Get there and take your pants and
underpants off… Everything else is going to reveal itself but there is no
son of mine that isn’t going to get some sex here.
We laughed.
Me: hay Timer ndizam linda uHlalumi. Yand capukisa Kodwa ngoba
ndayaz
Ucetyiswe ngu Mamakhe.
-no Dad I’m going to wait for Hlalumi. I’m annoyed though because I
know her mother advised her.
Dad: oh uPat madoda. Nyana ndiyambawela la sisi shame… Just one
night is all I need with her ndimbonise Senza njani kwa Jama.
-and show her how we do here at the Jama’s.
Me: Oh Tata mandihambe.
-let me leave.
He laughed as I walked out of the room.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I was washing my face in the wash basin when Luphelo came into the
bedroom. He came into the en suite and then he urinated.
Me: awuzo thetha nam keh ngok Luphelo?
-aren’t you going to talk to me?
Luphelo: Iza ne topic.
-come with the topic.
I laughed.
Me: siku Mxit ngoku Jama?
-are we on Mxit now?
Luphelo: baby I’m in a bad space right now. Whatever lesson you wanted
to teach me about uMbali I have learnt it. I’m sorry. I won’t keep things
from you even if I feel like it’s minor. I will always keep you aware… Keep
you informed at all times baby. If a bitch even looks at me I will call you.
Ndicela nje impundu Majama yhini na Maka Kumkani?
-can I just have ass.
I laughed as he pulled me closer to him using my waist and he kissed me.
He had his hands on my ass as we tongue kissed.
Me: I love you so much husband. But you need to get through one night.
Luphelo exhaled and I knew he was lowkey annoyed but he didn’t protest
so he undressed and then climbed into bed next to me and we cuddled. He
had his dick print pressed up behind me but I ignored it.
Luphelo: baby if ndivuke ndi file ngomso ndicela uxelele unyana wam
ukuba zandiyi ndoda enjani.
-if I wake up dead tomorrow please tell my son what kind of man I was.
I laughed.
Me: okay baby. I will let him know.
He got up and then he walked out of the room then he came back with
a glass of water and some sleeping pills. He took one and then came
back into bed.
Me: good night Taka Kumkani.
Luphelo: good night.
I kissed him then I switched the bedside lamp off and we fell asleep. He
really wasn’t gonna get pussy today.

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The alarm went off so Luphelo woke up as well because he had an early
meeting this morning.
Me: Molo mnyeni wam.
Luphelo: mxm. Andina xesha labantu abayalwe ngu Sathana mna.
-I don’t have time for people who were advised by Satan (on how to be a
wife).
I laughed as we went into the en suite and then brushed our teeth. When
we were done, I went to my husband and Hugged him. He smells good…
Somehow his scent always clings to his bare skin and all that’s left is that
faded smell which is great in the morning. He pulled me closer to his body
which makes me feel safe. Luphelo is no Brock Lesnar nor Roman Reigns
but when you are in his arms he makes you feel secure… Like you are in
the arms of a real man. I love that feeling.
Luphelo: baby ndifuna uxoxa indaba yethu yokuhamba ngoku. Ndi dikiwe
kuba lapha.
-I want to discuss the issue of us leaving now. I’m tired of being here.
Me: Kodwa Tatakhe ndiyathanda mna ukuba lapha.
-but I like being here.
Luphelo: sthandwa sam… It’s not up for discussion. There is too much
tension and I can’t live like this.
Me: fine. When are you going to speak to your mother?
Luphelo: ubuya kwam emsebenzini.
-when I come home from work.
Me: okay. Masovasa keh.
-let’s go wash.
He nodded so I went to get our water and then went into the shower. We
showered whilst our bodies were glued together, that intimacy made us
both horny so we kissed whilst his fingers played with my pussy. He then
put his dick between my thighs, grabbed my ass and then started thrusting.
It felt so good… The contact his shaft was making with my clit felt so good.
He was stimulating it… Sending a tingle down my spine and that’s what
unlocked the cookie jar. I bent over with my hands on the faucet and
Luphelo fucked me doggy style whilst standing in the middle of the shower.
He was relentless… Usually he doesn’t put his entire length inside my
pussy but this time he did. I screamed so he pulled it back out.
Luphelo: u Right Hlalumi?
Me: fuck… Yeah… Mbuyisele baby.
-put him back in.
He did as I asked and continued fucking. He came but didn’t wait this time
after he was done cuming, he just inserted himself back in again and
started fucking me again. He got tired of the shower so he switched the
faucet off and then he fucked me Missionary style on the bed. We tired
one another out but couldn’t afford to be late so he lotioned my body and
then fucked me again doggy style while he was lotioning my back and my
ass. We got dressed then he kissed my belly which was now so obvious it
was adorable. Kumkani was already awake by then.
Luphelo: hey King Jama… Molo boy. Unjani nyana ka Tata? Jonga
ndicela ungam hluphi umfazi wam namhlanje va? Myeke asebenze
ancede I company ka Tata… I legacy yakho. Ndakthanda keh Tiyeka
behave yourself.
-how is Dads son? Look I’m asking you to please not bother my wife
today. Let her work and help Dads company… Your legacy. I love you.
He hugged my belly before getting up and then kissing my lips.
Luphelo: ndizo dibana no Mamakho ke namhlanje. Ndiyam khumbula.
-I’m going to meet up with your mother today. I miss her.
Me: okay baby. Have fun together.
Luphelo: sure. Bye bye mntuwam.
Me: bye baby.
He kissed my forehead and then he walked out.
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I went to make breakfast for the family whilst I was dressed for work.
Lusanda: I like this visual Hlalumi but you are probably going to be
late so hamba uye emsebenzini.
-go to work.
Me: no mntase I do want to finish up.
Sihle: khahambe wethu Ncumo ufuna nje ukusi flexela ukuba you look
good in the kitchen.
-just leave you just want to flex.
I laughed.
Lusanda: uyam bona?
-can you see her?
Me: not even. But Lusanda when are we meeting Xhanti?
Lusanda: when he has proposed. I can’t bring a man who is still
contemplating marrying me to this family. It would be like bringing oJama to
Date my family and then be shocked when I don’t get picked.
We laughed.
Sihle: bruh imagine uTamkhulu keh ngok.
Lusanda: andifuni no thetha ngo Tata. I’m just worried about my
brothers… Luyanda is Better noko he’s quiet. Kukho la Luthando nala
last born izondi dalela inxaki.
-I don’t even want to talk about dad…there is Luthando and that last
born that are going to cause problems for me.
We laughed.
Me: don’t overthink it Wethu mntase. Just bring him over… Even today
might be fine because Luphelo wants us to leave soon and go back to
Bluewater Bay.
Lusanda: ndizom phonela.
-I’m going to call him.
Me: okay.
Senior: Hlalumi!! Mandizi bone ndi hlafuna.
-I should see myself chewing.
Lusanda: hay khaphole wethu Tata!!
-no just chill Dad.
She yelled as he came into the kitchen.
Senior: usaphila unyana wam?
-Is my son still alive?
I laughed because I couldn’t believe Luphelo told his father that I had
refused to sleep with him..
I should have known though.
Me: subana worry Tatu Jama usaphila.
-don’t worry he’s still alive.
Mbali and Luthando came down and greeted.
Senior: Luthando le Nkazana yakho ike yenze ntoni apha endlini?
Ayo B&B Lena ptsek sekutheni kuzo sokola umfazi konwabe
inkazana?
-what does your girlfriend ever do in the house? This isn’t a B&B why is
the wife going to Suffer and the girlfriend is going to have a nice time?
Luthando: mxm sizohamba wethu namhlanje.
-we will leave today.
Senior: ndizani bizela I press nifotwe xani hamba ngoba niyonqena
nobabini. Andina nxaki Nani nihlala apha Kodwa yenzani into apha endlini.
-I will even call the press so they can take your pictures when you leave
because you are both lazy. I don’t have a problem with you two staying
here but do something in the house.
Neither replied so I dished up, Sihle and Lusanda helped me serve then I
went to work without eating.
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I had a meeting in my office with an architect who is the CEO of some
company that deals with the architecture side of things. He was late and
honestly I was annoyed because I didn’t want this meeting to take up my
lunch time so I ate my sandwich in my office. He walked in since my door
was already opened and smiled when he saw me eating.
Mandla: the cutest thing I have seen all day.
Me: sorry.
I swallowed and then drank my juice.
Mandla: no don’t stop on my account. I was the late one I’m sorry.
I wiped my mouth and then got up to give him a handshake.
Mandla: Mandla Mthethwa.
Me: Ncumolwethu Jama.
He kissed my hand.
Mandla: so you are the one who made u Luphelo ayeke ubali hule.
-stop being a hoe.
I laughed.
Me: you know him personally?
Mandla: yeah… We… Were roommates in University. UCT when he was
studying Civil Engineering and I was studying Architecture. And let’s just
say… Wayenga lalisi lamntu. I was just a farm boy when I arrived at
University and he turned me into a party animal. Taught me how to
dance. But he’s very intelligent. Your baby won’t struggle with Maths.
I smiled.
Me: okay so… Let’s get started.
We went to get seated and then I opened my laptop.
Me: so uhm… We just got a tender to build a block of flats. So we want a
design that is going to attract younger residents because that’s what the
clients wants. So this is the land that we are going to build on.
I said whilst zooming in on the computer. He took note of the specifications.
Mandla: should the design be landscape or portrait?
Me: don’t buildings that are built in landscape create the illusion that they
are bigger?
Mandla: yeah…
He looked at me then he smiled. It was awkward.
Me: so let’s maybe provide 2 landscape possible designs and 1 portrait
and then the client can pick.
Mandla: okay.
He looked at me again and his stare gave me the chills. I diverted my
attention back to the work we had to be busy with.
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Lusanda called me after my meeting and told me that her boyfriend had
agreed to meet the family so I rushed home after work so that we could
start cooking. Mbali was in the kitchen when I arrived and that annoyed
me but luckily for me Sihle was there to distract me through everything.
Lusanda arrived perhaps 20
Minutes later and helped us cook.
Her boyfriend arrived in the evening and he looked really nervous.
Luyanda was out of the hospital so him, his wife and their children
joined us for supper.
Xhanti: molweni.
Family: hello.
Xhanti sat down and took his hat off. He asked us how we all were and
then introduced himself.
Xhanti: uhm my name is Xhanti Zatu. Ndina 37 and ndiphangela kwa
Vodacom. I have a diploma in Information Technology… Live in
Motherwell and I have 2 children. Two girls from my previous relationship
but… Their mother isn’t a problem we split amicably and she actually
likes u Lusanda. They have met and talked things out so… We have her
blessing and has allowed uLusanda to be in our children’s lives so…
Yeah. Even my parents like Lusanda so… Yeah.
Luthando: why did you and your girlfriend split? Did you cheat?
Xhanti: uhm… I made a mistake. I really loved her so losing her over
cheating made me realise its no joke. The consequences are serious. And
I don’t want to be that man again.
Luphelo: if um cheatele uLusanda sikthini?
-if you cheat on Lusanda what should we do to you?
Senior: cingisisa Xhanti une 6 pack lomntu buzayo.
-think carefully Xhanti the person asking has a 6 pack.
We laughed.
Xhanti: ndibulaleni ke.
-kill me then.
Luphelo: moja.
Lusanda was so happy to see her loved ones together that she winked at
me for suggesting. We ate supper then dessert and then I went to wash
dishes. Luphelo followed me to the kitchen and then rolled up the sleeve of
his turtle neck.
Me: hay baby I’m okay go have fun with the family.
Luphelo: no Mamakhe masizi vase kuze uzo gqhiba rhou sizo lala.
-let’s wash them so you can finish quicker then we sleep.
I reached for a kiss which he gave me.
Me: thank you.
Luphelo: pleasure.
Me: I met your old roommate today… uMandla. Told me about your UCT
res life. Wawu yikaka shame Luphelo.
-you were shit.
I laughed but he raised his eyebrow.
Luphelo: udibenephi naye?
-where did you meet him?
Me: kalok babe his company is going to design our new tender for the flats.
Luphelo: oh.
Me: Zikhali is there something wrong?
Luphelo: no… Just that uMandla is that type that always pushes things.
He can’t take a no for an answer so I don’t like to be around him anymore.
So if he does something you didn’t like… Ndixelele.
-tell me.
Me: okay. Baby are you threatened by uMandla?
Luphelo: Do I have a reason to be Hlalumi?
His voice deepened out of the blue as he looked at me with snake eyes.
Me: No Tatake I don’t want him but I just know you can overreact
sometimes. I’m so sorry if I said the wrong thing I’m sorry Luphelo
ndicela uxolo.
He laughed when he saw me squirming and I beat him with the dishcloth.
Me: ptsek mahn Luphelo I’m too pregnant for this shit.
Luphelo: xolo mntuwam. But just… I’m serious… Stay away from him.
And from now on I will deal with him at work. Okay?
Me: okay.
He kissed my forehead then we continued washing the dishes.
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Luphelo and I took some left over dessert to our bedroom and then we
locked our bedroom door. I was so excited to be alone with him...I had
butterflies in my stomach and I am grateful for that feeling because it
simply means that I'm happy.
We sat on the bed whilst soft R&B music played in the background.
Kumkani was awake so I had one hand on my belly whilst the other was
on my spoon.
Luphelo: baby first thing we do once we get back home is to pick a
bedroom for our baby which will be the nursery and then we go shopping
for things to put inside the room.
I literally turned pink.
Me: Luphelo awuyazi kunini ndifuna uyenza lonto.
-you don't know how long I wanted to do that.
Luphelo: no Ovayo?
Me: ungenaphi?!
-where does he fit in this?!
Luphelo: hay tsek nzonga buzi ngoku? But you upgraded Majama I
mean yeses khajonge umnyeni wakho rha. Ndi hot okwe on again off
again boyfriend.
-just look at your husband. I'm as hot as an on again off again boyfriend.
I laughed. He was right. Luphelo isn't exactly what comes to mind
when you think about a husband.
Me: Yaz ndifuna ufrerha inwele zam qha ndonqena ukuya ku
Lusanda cos amafrerha am akhululekile.
-you know I want to plait my hair but I'm lazy to go to Lusanda because my
plaits came loose.
Luphelo: Iza ndiyenze.
-let me do it.
Me: u yakwazi?
-can you?
Luphelo: I will try. Ndibonise then ndizay gqhibezela.
-show me and I will finish it.
Me: Okay.
I went to sit between his legs whilst he leaned against the headboard
and watched what I did. Me: you got it?
Luphelo: yeah.
He said as he took over and then started plaiting my hair. I had my head
tipped to the side against his knee which I was hugging. I was chatting up
a storm as Luphelo went to work on my head. When he was done, I went
to look in the mirror and I was so shocked that he actually pulled it off.
Me: hay baby I can actually not wear a wig tomorrow ndiye emsebenzini
ndinje.
-and go to work like this.
My head looked so good, I have long hair so my plaits actually looked
neat. I could work with this natural look.
Luphelo: kuyo yonke into oyenzayo unga linge uxelele mntu ukuba wenzwe
ngubani.
-in everything you do don't you dare tell anyone who did this.
I laughed as I went over to kiss him.
Me: enkosi Tatakhe. Are you sure this is your first time being a husband?
He laughed.
Luphelo: you think I would do this twice? Buya phela ubudoda bam Hlalumi
ngenxa yakho. Ngoba nangok ndine ndaba... Kukho le couple Mos phana
kwa JLS. Ngu Sinazo no Kamva. Kamva utyana no Yolanda la PA yam.
Ndaba bhaqa babe betyana kwi office yam ndake ndama emnyango
qhonda hay kalok oko i wifi igheza namhlanje kwa JLS so andabina
chance yongena kwa Brazzers so andizo nqanda worse ngabo abakethe
utyana kwi office yam so ivictim ngu Luphelo. Ndahlala phantsi ndaba
Bukela ndalibala ukuba bendine appointment no Sinazo wangena
okwamanzi uSinazo ngok batyola mna ukuba ndi gqwirhy why ndinga
nqandanga qhonda hehake.
-my manliness is depleting because of you. Just like now I have
gossip...There is this couple at JLS. It's Sinazo & Kamva. Kamva is fucking
my PA Yolanda. I caught them fucking in my office and I just stood at the
door Because the wifi was down today so I didn't have a chance to access
Brazzers so I didn't stop them because they chose to fuck in my office so
I'm the victim. I sat down and watched them and forgot I had an
appointment with Sinazo who came in like water. Now they are blaming me
saying I'm witchy since I didn't stop them.
I laughed so hard at this story.
Me: why don't I just work for JLS Because JC is so boring. Stuff like that
never happens.
Luphelo: ewe yhu into ikwa JLS baby rha.
He told me more stories that have happened in his companies that left me
in stitches.
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We all gathered around the dining room table for breakfast as a family
in the morning. Sihle: family I just want to say thank you to all of you for
accepting my apology. I know that it
wasn't easy to let the past go and accept me after what I have done to
uTanci... And you have all treated me with love and support and made
me feel like one of you. Thank you.
Ma: you are one of us Sihle. Akho need usibulele for lonto.
-you don't have to thank us for that.
She smiled.
Sihle: yeah so I'm going to go back to Grahamstown this week. I just
wanted to let you all know that.
Luthando: we love you baby girl.
Sihle: enkosi Tanci.
-Thank you.
Luphelo: uzohamba ngantoni?
-what are you going to leave in?
Sihle: nge taxi. Tatam akazokwazi undisa ngoba use paranoid after the
accident.
-my Dad won't be able to take me since he's still paranoid.
Luphelo: can I take you?
Sihle: I would love that.
Luphelo smiled back at her and then ate his food.
Lusanda: Hlalumi akhange ndisi qwalasele istyle sakho... Mahle Loma
frerha. Bunje Izolo during dinner?
-I didn't notice your hairstyle. Those plaits are nice. Were you like this
yesterday?
Luphelo gave me the stare of death.
Me: no ndizenzile..
-I did them myself.
Lusanda looked confused.
Lusanda: no mahn it can't be... Luphelo is this you now? Uyafrerha
ngoku? The Finisher? -you're plaiting now.
The family laughed at my husband.
Me: hayini he's just being a good husband.
Senior: being a good husband? Luphelo hay hay Yinton dahn
impundu zika Majama ziyi A grade? Zi importiwe?
-is Majama's ass A grade? Was it imported?
Luphelo: Timer I'm in love. Not yonkinto idibene
ne sex okoko--not everything has to do with sex
all the time.
Family: yhooooooo!!
Luthando: Imposter!!
Ma: Lidemoni phuma ku nyana wam phuma!!! Ucimba lomazwi anga
phuma ku Luphelo!!
-its a demon get out of my son get out!!! You think those words could come
out of Luphelo!!
That dramatic moment between the Jama family was literally the most
hilarious ever. Their
genuine shock when Luphelo said those words was so funny that even
Luphelo's eyes were wet
from laughing. This is what I will miss about living with my in laws...
Mornings with them are
always the best part of my day.
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°° Luphelo's perspective °°
My wife gave me the time for her meeting with Mandla so I cleared up my
schedule so that I could be able to meet him myself. I asked my PA to lead
him into my office so he walked in with his usual vibe.
Mandla: aw The Finisher madoda. Look at you looking all successful.
Me: It's not a look ndoda.
I said as we shook hands and he laughed.
Mandla: I mean no disrespect Yinton na wena? I am just trying to say
you look good but I'm a man so I can't be direct. I need to beat around
the bush, you know? Me: I see. Care to sit down?
Mandla: yeah. Uphi uMrs?
Me: ukhona qha she has an enormous workload and I have nothing on my
plate so I decided to delegate. And since we know each other I thought it
would help us reconnect.
Mandla: I was really looking forward to working with someone different.
Me: she's busy.
Mandla: yeah but she has an energy that I like to work with. Uyabhora
wena. Wayeka ukuba ngu la Luphelo ndimaziyo.
-you're boring. You stopped being the Luphelo I know.
Me: I grew up a little. You should too. But energy you want or not I will still
get the job done.
Maybe even better since I'm more qualified in this area than she is.
Mandla: Luphelo! I want her.
Me: then I Suggest you walk the fuck out of my building cos that's my wife
and you don't just get
to decide. Its my company that's going to sign the damn cheque. So you
are in no position to
make demands.
His face softened.
Mandla: xolo Jama... I just think uNcumo is a firecracker. I love her spirit... I
hope you don't think I'm overstepping because I would never fuck up your
marriage. Relax.
Me: my wife has standards so that's the last thing on my mind. I'm
relaxed I just need you to understand who is in charge in this situation
and that's all.
Mandla: okay... Once again I am sorry. Would a double date with you and
Ncumo plus my wife and I fix things?
Me: I will ask my wife. But as for now Masi sebenze.
-let's work.
I said as I switched my laptop on and he watched.
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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°
I arrived at home and then I started cleaning. This was the part about
being a wife that I hated but Mos being a 21 years old wife meant you
could clean with earphones on and then sing your heart out.
Me: even if the sky comes falling.
Even if the sun don't shine.
I got faith in you and I.
So put your pretty little hand in mine.
Even if we down to the wire baby.
Even if it's do or die.
We can do it baby simple and plain.
This love is a sure thing.
Mr Jama tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and then took my
earphone off.
Me: Ta?
Senior: asivani ke no mheza and kudala ezama ukundi nyisa ngoku
ndoyika ukuba hlambi ngoku se phonele nama polisa esithi ukuba mna
ndiyaba betha abantu balendlu kanti no kucula uMolokazana walapha.
Hlalumi Andazi noba nibhanxana nithini no Luphelo xanizi tixele kula room
yenu Kodwa keh even if the sky comes falling... Even if the sun don't shine
wena uzo hlala ucula ikaka. Avah?
-my neighbor and I don't get along and he's been trying to make me suffer
now I'm afraid that he might have called the police and said that I beat the
people in this house but no its just our daughter in law singing. Hlalumi I
don't know what lies you and Luphelo tell each other when you lock
yourselves in that room of yours but even if the sky comes falling, even if
the sun don't shine you will remain singing bullshit. Okay?
I nodded whilst holding my laughter in. I was not going to give him the
satisfaction that he made me laugh after such disrespect.
Me: okay.
Senior: xelele Mamakho ndiyabulisa.
-tell your mother I say hi.
Me: okay Tata.
I said as he walked back to the living room and I just burst out into laughter.
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Luphelo came back in the evening and he didn't even eat dinner. He was
so tired so I offered to give him a back rub so he lay on the bed on his
stomach and I sat on his butt then rubbed.
Me: baby do you think ndi cula ikaka?
Luphelo: ewe.
Me: ndizay yeka keh lento ndiye nzayo.
-I will stop what I'm doing.
Luphelo: ungayeka shame baby. But inyani mawuyazi.
-you can leave it. But you must know the truth.
I sulked.
Me: mxm how was your day?
Luphelo: don't wanna talk about it sthandwa sam.
Me: was it rough? Yes or no baby.
Luphelo: yeah.
Me: would ass make you feel better?
He giggled.
Luphelo: ndi ride'e Majama andina energy for yonke enye into ngoku.
-ride me because I don't have energy for anything else.
Me: okay. Your baby kicked me when I was in the middle of a very
important meeting today Tiyeka. I couldn't even focus.
He giggled.
Luphelo: should have texted me. I was going to take your place.
Me: yhu... You want another board meeting requesting me to step down?
Luphelo: minqundu yabo wethu baby.
His voice was fading with each and every response. He was tired so when
he finally dozed off I covered him with his blankets and then kissed his lips
and forehead good night. I admired his left hand which had my ring and
just tried to make sense of the fact that this specimen in front of me is
mine...
Me: I love you Luphelo. God bless you.
I said as I knelt down next to him and then I prayed for my marriage.

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°° Mbali’s perspective °°
I received a call from my half brother Mandla telling me that he was in town
so I could come see him. So at night I lied to Luthando and told him that
Gloria has a problem and she needs me so he allowed me to leave and
hired an Uber for me. I lied to Luthando because he knows I like money
and I knew he would think Mandla is my man and not my brother if he
found out that I am going to see him. And Mandla doesn’t want me to be in
a relationship so he would never bail me out of Luyanda’s suspicions. And
without family in PE nor pictures of us together when we were younger to
prove it, I decided to not take any chances.
It took me to my brother’s house in Walmer Heights and I excitedly ran to
the door and knocked. Me: Mandla!!
I knocked twice and then he opened with my daughter in his arms. I
broke down as soon as I saw her.
Me: hey baby girl.
I said as I took my baby from him. She looked so damn adorable and way
bigger now. I hadn’t realised that it’s been 7 months since I last saw her.
Mandla: Uvela phi?
-where do you come from?
Me: from where I live.
I said as we went to sit down on the couch.
Mandla: yeah but uhlalaphi ngoku?
-where do you live now?
Me: oh so you care?
He stared daggers at me.
Mandla: ndijonge umntanakho apha so gqhiba wena undi buze lonto? Do
you know how much her hospital expenses cost?
-I’m looking after your child here and then you ask me that?
I exhaled. Her hospital bills are the only reason why I gave her up to them
and they are the only reason why I am living this life. As soon as I have
saved enough money to be able to afford raising her and be able to take
her to the doctor then I will take her back and be a mother to her. That’s
why I wanted Luphelo… He could afford to take care of us and still be a
lover to me.
Me: let’s not pretend like your wife didn’t want my baby. Beniyenzela nina
lento and not me.
-you were doing this for yourselves.
He smiled then shook his head as if he was calling me ungrateful.
Mandla: we could have adopted any baby but we chose yours. And it’s
not too late to change our minds.
I didn’t reply, I just focused on my baby.
Mandla: so let’s try this shit again… Where do you live now?
Me: with my boyfriend and his family.
I was feeling brave.
Mandla: who is your boyfriend?
Me: Luthando Jama.
He put his glass of whiskey down.
Mandla: Luphelo Jama’s brother?
I nodded.
Mandla: shit. So you do get around uLuphelo right?
Me: yeah. We practically live with them now since him and his wife are
newly Wed.
Mandla: wow… So has he ever made a move on you?
Me: mxm he’s gay.
Mandla: Luphelo is not gay trust me. If he doesn’t touch you it simply
means he doesn’t want you. Or his wife whipped him really good. But I
don’t blame him… I mean just look at his wife. She’s perfect.
I swallowed. I normally don’t give a fuck about my brothers opinions but this
slapped.
Me: okay.
Mandla: yeah. Let me know when you want to go home, okay?
Me: okay.
He got up and then he went upstairs and left me alone with my daughter.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I didn’t feel well in the morning. I was feeling a bit light headed and my
chest was killing me. But I wanted to go to work so I got up and then
brushed my teeth. My husband came to stand behind me as I spat out my
water and pressed his morning erection on my behind. He kissed my
shoulder blades then my neck and his erection grew with every kiss. I
looked at us in the mirror and tried to imagine how our baby is going to
look. It didn’t matter though… He is going to be handsome irrespective of
who he looks like.
Luphelo: Molo Ntikazi.
Me: hey.
Luphelo: ninjani no Kumkani?
-how are you and Kumkani?
He asked as he rubbed my belly. I held onto his biceps.
Me: si right wena?
Luphelo: I’m good…baby ndicela undi khaphe ndiye Walmer Park
namhlanje. Ndifuna uthenga impahla.
-please accompany me to Walmer Park today. I want to buy clothes.
Me: uzo phuma xeshaphi emsebenzini?
-what time are you going to knock off work?
Luphelo: when you are done come to my office and let me know.
Me: okay.
He kissed my temple and then we went to take a shower. After the
shower we heard a noise coming from the gate so we went to look from
the window and it was Luthando throwing Mbali out. He threw her
suitcases over the gate and the parents ran out to assess the situation.
Senior: hayini mahn niyasi jongisa.
Luthando: Tata suku khathalela abantu ukodlula mna. Lento le iphume
ngobusuku isithi ukuba iya ku Gloria kanti iyazazi ukuba uzoya eWalmer
Heights kwi ndoda endingayaziyo.
-Dad don’t worry about other people over me. This thing went out at night
saying she’s going to Gloria but she knows she is going to Walmer
Heights to men I don’t know.
Mbali: I told you ndiye ku Brother wam qha wena buzondi cingela ingathi
ndiyaxoka.
-I went to my brother but you were going to think I’m lying.
Ma: hehake Mbali sewusi bonisile ukuba awungomntu wothembeka apha.
And wena Luthando wakholelwa lento le over uMninawa wakho eku xelela
ukuba li hule eli. So sukusi nxolela apha xana ijive ichamile.
-you have already shown us that you are not trustworthy. And you
Luthando believed this thing over your little brother even when he told you
that this is a hoe. So don’t make a noise here when it’s difficult.
She took her husband and then they walked back into the house.
Luphelo: ndifuna yonkinto le ebomini kalok.
-I want everything in life.
He yelled out of the window and I didn’t know what he meant but it’s
probably something that Luthando said to him regarding the Mbali
situation.
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Luphelo and I went to work in my Range Rover and I allowed him to drive.
I was craving some McDonald’s so I asked him to get me a Mega
McMuffin with an Oreo McFlurry. He ordered both for me and was never
ready for the fact that I literally poured my McFlurry over my McMuffin and
then ate the whole thing together. He tensed his face.
Luphelo: Mamakhe Yinton lento uyenzayo?
-what are you doing?
Me: ayimnandi baby. Yafuna uyiva?
-it’s so nice baby. Do you want to taste it?
Luphelo: ndicela zunga ndi vusi xana isusu sibublungu ebusuku ke.
-please don’t wake me when your stomach hurts at night.
I smiled as I took another bite and he rolled his eyes.
Me: now that Mbali is out of the house… Can we please stay with the
family a bit longer?
Luphelo: baby ndi dikiwe kunxiba I underpants imini yonke mna. Ndifuna
uhamba endlini yam nge mpundu xandiyotya ebusuku.
-I’m tired of wearing underpants all day long. I want to walk around my
house naked when I go eat at night.
Me: finna flex that dick size?
Luphelo: but of course. Sthandwa sam I want you to start thinking about
our white wedding.
Once you give birth and you are back on your feet… Ndifuna siyenze.
-I want us to do it.
Me: what’s my budget?
He laughed.
Luphelo: budget Yinton lonto? Ligama le insurance?
-whats that? Is that the name of an insurance?
I laughed.
Me: hay babe I’m serious.
Luphelo: babe I will never cheat on you or put our marriage in a position to
end. So this is the only wedding you will have. Use whatever you need
just keeping in mind we have to have a life after the wedding. A
honeymoon as well… So yeah.
Me: I love you Taka Kumkani.
Luphelo: I love you too Maka Kumkani.
I tried to take another bite of my McMuffin mixed with Oreo McFlurry
and Luphelo was so annoyed with my abnormal combination.
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After work, Luphelo and I went to Walmer Park so that Luphelo could go
shopping. We started at Zara where I also picked out some clothes for
myself and he looked at me semi bored.
Luphelo: Hlalumi sizele mna apha.
-we came for me.
Me: hay Luphelo zi cravings kalok ezi. Umntana ufuna uMamakhe anxibe
uZara.
-these are cravings. The baby wants his mom to wear Zara.
He laughed.
Luphelo: ndi yaqhala uyiva.
-it’s my first time hearing this.
He said as we Continued doing shopping. We fitted our clothes, bought
them and then we went
To Truworths since I wanted new underwear. We went to the underwear
section and then we looked around.
Me: baby ucinga ntoni ngalena?
-what do you think about this one?
Luphelo: andim thandi u orange mna.
-I don’t like orange.
Me: okay… What about Lena imnyama?
Luphelo: ingathi Ingaveske ikrazuke xandiy tsala ecaleni lo panty for I
quickie.
-it looks like it would just tear when I pull that panty to the side for a quickie.
I turned red. There were people around and Luphelo just said that in his
normal, deep voice.
Me: Luphelo intloni.
I said whilst whispering.
Luphelo: baby umithi wonke umntu Uyayazi uyatyiwa. Usafihla ntoni.
-you are pregnant everyone knows you get fucked. What are you still
hiding?
Me: oh my God.
I said before walking out and he followed me. My cheeks were on fire.
Luphelo should not leave the house at all.
We went to have dinner at John Dorys before he drove us back home.
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Luthando was watching TV in the living room when we arrived, looking
depressed.
Luthando: Luphelo no Hlalumi ndicela nihlale phantsi. I want to talk to you
guys.
-Luphelo and Hlalumi please sit down.
We sat down on the couch and put our shopping bags down.
Luthando: I'm sorry I doubted you Mninawa. I should have known better
than to doubt the fact that blood is really thicker than water.
Luphelo: okay.
Luthando: and ndicela uxolo na for ukubetha.
-I'm sorry for hitting you.
Luphelo: you hit like a bitch but okay.
I shook my head. Luphelo makes apologizing so damn hard sometimes
Yaz.
Luthando: okay I will take that. But uhm... I really wanna get the fuck out of
here so... Since you said you only want Mbali out of Humewood and not
me... Can I move back in?
Luphelo: that's my cue keh Mninawa when discussing such things I told
you andinanto mna.
Baby sizo dibana eRoomini.
-I have nothing. We will meet in the room.
Me: okay.
He took our bags and then he walked upstairs and left me to deal with
his brother. Luphelo makes me feel important. He makes me feel
respected. He has relinquished all the power he has worked for over the
years and given it to me all for the sole reason that he loves me.
Luthando: Majama... Can I please move in? I will even pay rent-
Me: No... I will give you 5 months to stay for free as long as you take
care of the service charges. after that you will have to pay rent.
Luthando: okay... Did Luphelo tell you I have an interest in buying the
condo? For R3000 a month.
Me: 3k? Hay Kodwa bhuti that's a 3 bedroomed flat in Algoa Park. Not a
4 bedroom condo in Humewood... Let's be fair with one another.
He exhaled.
Luthando: R4000?
Me: I actually wrote my husband's will and we left that condo for uKing. If
the bank doesn't give you a loan then we will be the losers in this whole
deal because it will take years for you to settle this condo. Please
understand...
He wasn't happy but he understood.
Luthando: true... Ndizo khangela enye indawu.
-I will look for another place.
Me: okay. I love you though. You know that.
Luthando: I love you too Majama.
We hugged and he kissed my cheek before we went our separate ways.
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I went back upstairs to my husband who was on a business call. He
really hates them nowadays so I kissed his back while he was on the
phone and wrapped my arms around his waist. I ran my fingers through
his abs before slipping my hand in his underwear. I gave him a hand job
and he gently took my hand out of his pants. He couldn't focus so I let go
and then went to the kitchen to make food.
Senior: molokazana.
-daughter in law.
He whispered.
Me: yinton Tatazala? If ufuna ukundi gezela kwakhona ndicela uyazi andi
khathali va?
-what father in law? If you want to tease me again please know I don't care
okay?
He laughed.
Senior: ndlela le ndikthanda ngayo Hlalumi. Uyi favorite yam. Even if
the sky comes falling kalok.
-the way I love you though Hlalumi. You are my favorite.
I giggled and faced his direction.
Me: ufuna ntoni?
-what do you want?
Senior: ndifuna ubamba isusu sakho... Ndive umzukulwana wam. Azange
ndiyenze lonto.
-I want to touch your belly... And feel my grandchild. I have never done
that.
Me: heh ude usebeze Lubango.
Senior: hay tsek ndingu Lubango kuwe?
-am I Lubango to you?
He asked while laughing so I went over to him and he rubbed my
belly. He was so happy because Kumkani was awake.
Senior: nanko unyana we Finisher. Heeh mntaka Pabbles?
Izozthanda impundu Lena sendiyiva. Abantwana bazo khala ngo King
Jama fondin.
-here is the Finishers son. Hey Pabbles's child? I can already feel that this
one is going to love ass. The girls are going to cry over King Jama.
Luphelo stood by the entrance of the kitchen and watched us while smiling
but Senior couldn't
see him so he walked back to the bedroom. Once Senior was done, he
gave me a hug and then
we parted ways.
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I came back to the bedroom and I got horny just by seeing Luphelo. It was
the most arbitrary thing in the world... He was not even exposed, I became
wet just by seeing his face and thinking about the things he could do to me.
So I made my way to our bed and then I climbed in next to him and
adjusted myself so that I could be within good reach of his dick. He was
wearing his boxers so I initiated our kiss. We kissed slowly... Gently... Such
that it was as calm as the waves of the ocean during low tide. We studied
each others body rhythm until we found one rhythm that we rode. He took
his body and used it to tower over me and then he pulled down my lacy
underwear down my thighs using his one free hand. When it was off, he
kissed my neck and sucked which left a love bite which was going to look
so unprofessional on me but I didn't care. I'm pregnant... They should ask
themselves how I got there. My man disappeared underneath the blankets
and then he ate my pussy out. His warm tongue ate my pussy underneath
the blanket and left me panting on the surface.
Me: Luphelo I want the dick ngoku yhoo ha.a baby andikwazi ulinda.
-I can't wait.
He exposed himself then he took his boxers off. I opened my thighs and
waited in anticipation as he put his dick in and had the brief struggle to put
it in. Once it was in, I relaxed my back and allowed us to have sex. Raw,
passionate, old fashion missionary style sex which happens to be my
favorite position. There is an intimacy in missionary sex that you don't get
with other positions... The touching, the staring and kissing that you
experience during missionary sex is what makes the position ideal for
people like my husband and I.
Luphelo took my hand and then he kissed it. I have never had sex with
another man besides him but I didn't think this was common. I didn't think it
was common for a man to still be romantic during sex.
Luphelo came so he came on my belly. It was quite ironic but he put
himself back inside me and fucked me again.
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In the morning I typically woke up earlier than Luphelo. I don't know his
schedule so I decided to let him sleep as I freshened up and then got
ready for work. He woke up when I was getting dressed.
Luphelo: uyazu thandu muntu velu gcwale ngaye. Uvelu boni straight,
Uvelu bonu mshato ngishu Ma wengane.. Impilo yakho yonki phelele
wenu munaye.
Me: kanti yena ufunuk' hamba ufun' ubona banye.
He laughed.
Luphelo: I'm not going to work namhlanje baby. I will be taking Sihle to
Grahamstown.
Me: yhu sehamba? I need to say goodbye.
-she's already leaving.
Luphelo: yeah. We are leaving on Saturday so we can go back to our
house.
Me: okay. Mandiye ku Sihle.
-let me go to Sihle.
He gave me a kiss then allowed me to go to my besties room. She was
still packing when I came into her bedroom feeling all sorts of
emotional.
Me: hey.
Sihle: suthetha.
-don't speak.
She was trying to stop herself from crying. I keep forgetting what a weak
bitch she actually is. Me: remember when we promised each other that at
some point... We would live together? I know this isn't what we meant...
And its too late for us to live together like we planned but having you
around has been the best thing ever. You are the best friend anyone could
ever ask for so to thank you for having my back and making sure I could
graduate by begging Luphelo to pay my outstanding fees I'm going to give
you 1, 5k per month just so you can be happy that side. I know it's not
much but I earn 20k now which gets taxed and I'm trying to save money
for my son I don't want his father to be the only one making trust funds and
shit like that for uKing. She wiped her tears.
Sihle: I don't want your money Ncumo. Look where the love of money
almost got me. I almost lost everything so I'm good.. Wena just focus on
your beautiful
Marriage. I know you always wanted a family so... You got the ring and you
have the baby. With the degree and job on the side. I hope that when I'm
older...
She said, mocking the fact that I'm really young to be already married. I
laughed because we both know I rushed into things. I don't even take
offense to that anymore.
Sihle: it can happen for me too.
I wiped my tears.
Me: I hope so too mntase.
Sihle: yeah so izapha Cousin King.
She said before kissing my belly and then kissing me.
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°° Mandla's perspective °°
I walked into my office and I found my PA busy on her phone in my office.
Everybody knows that I have a no phone policy in my company and that
could lead to an automatic dismissal since we have company phones
available for staff to communicate important business activities. Me: Lisa!
What are you doing?
Lisa: Mr Mthethwa I'm sorry I'm just...
She decided to quit while she was still ahead.
Me: give me your phone.
My face was serious so she handed her phone to me and I saw that she
was on Instagram. She was stalking Ncumolwethu. Her Instagram name is
mrs_hlalumijama.
I checked out her bio:
-Degree in Construction Economics.
-Married.
-Pregnant with a King.
-Black Bill gates in the making.
I scrolled through all of her pictures and then asked Lisa to excuse me
and I won't dismiss her for this. She left me with her phone then I locked
my office.
I looked at all of her pictures from the time when she used to sell Herbalife
products so I pulled
my dick out and masturbated to her pictures. She is so sexy... Once I was
done masturbating I
called Luphelo. He picked up.
Luphelo: hello?
Me: hey u grand?
-are you good?
Luphelo: yeah you?
Me: I'm good. Mamela ndine chomi ezizi businessmen yabo... Young black
businessmen like us who are pretty accomplished and I was invited to go
on a trip to Johannesburg and I think you should come. It will be a great
chance to network and maybe start new business ventures. . Luphelo:
okay sounds pretty good. Funeka ndi thethe no mfazi kuqhala Kodwa.
-I have to speak to the wife first though.
Me: oh Luphelo lighten the fuck up bruh what happened to you?
Luphelo: umithi umfazi wam I can't just up and leave like a little boy. I will
let you know what she says by tonight..
Me: alright I will let you know.
Luphelo: sure.
He hung up so I called my sister.
Mbali: hello?
Me: hey... Don't you want to go to Johannesburg?
Mbali: yeah... Why?
I smiled before explaining the details to her.
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I made dinner for the family and I must say, it was not the same. We were
getting smaller by the numbers and the house was getting less
overcrowded. Luphelo enjoyed that because he is used to living alone but I
didn’t enjoy it because it reminded me of my life with my mother. Not that
there was anything wrong with my life with my mother… It was just too
lonely for me and I always wanted to marry into a family such as the Jama
family. A big family that understands the importance of family.
After eating, Luphelo went to help me wash the dishes. I looked at the dish
water and seriously wanted to drink it. It looked refreshing but I knew
Luphelo would die twice before he allows me to do such a thing.
Luphelo: Yinton waqwalasela amanzi ezitya kangaka Hlalumi?
-why are you noticing dish water so much?
Me: hay akhonto Tatakhe. Ndiyacinga qha.
-it’s nothing. I’m just thinking.
Luphelo: oh. About what?
Me: hay Yinton na wena wayi detective?
-no why are you being a detective?
Senior: hay Pabbles ukuba uvasa izitya gqhiba unga kwazi
umphendula uMajama kulento asandoy thetha ndizok ncama nyana.
Uyi moffie.
-if you are washing dishes and be unable to answer Majama on what
she has just said then I am going to give up on you son. You are
homosexual.
Luphelo: Tata subasela. Ndicela undi yeke ndihoye umtshato wam nge
ndlela yam.
-Dad don’t entice me. Please let me handle my marriage my way.
Senior: mnk ayimfutshane lento iku delelayo. U Weak Luphelo mahn
awuyo Finisher uFinished.
-this thing that is disrespecting you is so short. You are weak Luphelo you
are not a Finisher you are Finished.
We laughed.
Luphelo: andi mind’i.
-I don’t mind.
He said before his mother wrapped her arms around her husband.
Ma: khayeke igqhibelo lethu libengu mnyeni o right wethu Lubango.
Bizoba ngenye ukuba ebeyinja.
-let our last born be a good husband. It was going to be another thing if he
was a dog.
Luphelo: bone Nozala.
Senior: yho hay hlambi kwenziwa ngolu hlobo emtshatweni ngok qha
sithi aba ba late. But ndiyanithanda.. I wish your marriage the best of
luck.
-maybe that’s how things are done in a marriage nowadays but we are the
ones who are late.
But I love you guys.
Luphelo: Ncoh izand phuze.
-give me a kiss.
He said before walking over to his father who tried to fight out of his sons
hold but Luphelo managed to land one on his father’s cheek. I rubbed my
belly as I watched them with a smile. Ma was smiling too.
After they left, Lusanda came to help me finish up the dishes while
Luphelo and Luthando went to speak in the car.
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I video called Sihle while I waited for my husband in the bedroom.
Sihle: Maka King.
Me: hey mntase. Ufike kakuhle?
-did you arrive well?
Sihle: yeah. The road trip was really fun but I miss home.
Me: ndim lona uzokhumbula ukuba lapha cos sahna umntuwam ufuna siye
Bluewater Bay ndibe mna ndifuna ukuba lapha endlini.
-I’m the one that’s going to miss being here because my person wants
us to go to Bluewater Bay when I want to be here.
Sihle: oh hay kalok Hlalu anino hlala apho forever kalok.. You have to go
to your house at some point.
-you can’t stay there forever.
Me: I know but imagine not seeing my father in law for a week hay hay.
I sulked and she laughed.
Sihle: esi sbhanxa eso. Kalok you can visit him nge weekends. I have to
see him nge holidays which is worse.
-that idiot.
Me: yho mntase I will have to teach him how to video call so you two
can be able to be in contact.
Sihle: okay. I would appreciate lonto-
My husband walked into the room.
Sihle: yho mandi bye bye’ise before ndi bye bye’iswe.
I laughed.
Luphelo: ndi thanda lentba uyazi iya eku bye bye’iseni.
She laughed.
Me: bye babes. I love you.
Sihle: I love you more. Bye bye Taka Kumkani.
Luphelo: bye bye.
I hung up then focused on my husband who was on his knees by my
bedside so I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs opened just to
seduce him. He lifted up my night dress and then kissed my thighs
slowly… Inwards and I was wet already. I was wearing my underwear so
he sucked my coochie over my underwear and it felt great. I panted as he
pulled my underwear down my thighs and then sucked my pussy. I
moaned as I ran my fingers through his hair with my nails. When he had
enough of eating pussy, he kissed my coochie in a series of kisses that
left me giggling.
Luphelo: sthandwa sam ndicela ukuya eJoburg.
-my love can I please go to Joburg.
Me: hay hay hay Jama for ntoni?
-what for?
Luphelo: uMandla invited me to a trip with other businessmen our age and
he thinks it would be good for me to network because that could lead to
some potential opportunities for business.
Me: why would Mandla know about this and not you babe? Because your
businesses are bigger and he has like one. I don’t understand. It makes no
sense.
Luphelo: it’s all about who you know Kalok Nkosikazi uMandla knows
people and that’s how he came up. By association… I have always been a
loner. That’s why he knows more people.
I wasn’t feeling good about this but I didn’t have any grounds to object.
Me: okay Tiyeka.
Luphelo: suvuma kuba uziva ingathi awuna choice Majama. I’m your
husband. The man that made you pregnant. Talk to me… I will listen.
-don’t agree as if you don’t have a choice.
I smiled before gently pulling him closer to my chest and then kissing his
forehead.
Me: I’m done talking Jama. There’s no need to… Have fun.
Luphelo: I love you.
Me: I love you more.
We kissed and then he kissed my belly.
Luphelo: yandcisha uMamakho boy yhoo losisi.
-your mother is killing me boy wow this lady.
I giggled before hugging my husband. After the hug, we prayed then went
to bed.
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°° Saturday °°
It was the day I was dreading, we had to move out of the Jama
household and I was being stripped of my bridal clothes. Also my
husband was leaving for Johannesburg so emotionally I was in the worst
space ever.
I woke up in the morning to make a sandwich. We don’t really eat
breakfast on Saturday since people wake up really late so I sneaked
outside and then went to the garden where Ma plants her roses. I know
that she keeps her soil very clean around her roses so I grabbed some
soil and then put it inside my bread. I took a bite and the taste made me
emotional.. It was so delicious. I couldn’t understand how I had been
ignoring a free delicacy for so long.
Luthando: I don’t think that’s good for my nephew.
He scared me.
Me: Luthando! Undothusile.
-you scared me.
Luthando: xolo Hlalumi… Kodwa keh ndicela ulahle lonto uyityayo before
I call my little brother and see what he has to say about this.
-please throw away what you are eating.
Me: but imnandi Luthando njena Ndakcela. Ndicela nje uluma okok
gqhibela.
-but it’s nice Luthando I’m begging you. Can I please take my final bite?
Luthando: ha.a Hlalumi sapha. If you want soil Iya kwa Woolworths and
get those spinaches or what not that have roots that are still growing. As
for this…
He took my bread from me and then he threw it in the garbage bin.
Luthando: ungaphinde uyitye. Ndakcela.
-don’t ever eat it again. Please.
I nodded before walking back into the house. I knew I was going to make
another soil sandwich once I get to Bluewater Bay where nobody can see
me.
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We said our goodbyes to the family, it was emotional yes but our door
was open to them to come spend the night at our house whenever they
felt they wanted to. We drove back to Bluewater Bay in our separate
cars and I didn’t realise how much the image of seeing that woman in
my house fucked me up until I felt like a stranger in my own house… I
felt uncomfortable and on edge because I expected to see another
one.
Luphelo: u Right?
Me: no. Didn’t you bring another bitch home?
He exhaled.
Luphelo: no.
Me: okay.
Luphelo: ndicele uxolo Kodwa Ncumo.
-I apologized though.
Me: that’s one of the few apologies I will never accept from you Luphelo.
I said as I walked up to our bedroom. He followed me.
Luphelo: Ncumo ndihambe njani keh ngoku xana wena unje?
-how should
I leave when you are like this?
Me: oh so it’s about you again? You aren’t concerned about what
coming home to a house where I once saw a woman wearing my
husband’s t-shirt in my kitchen felt like?
Luphelo: Kodwa sthandwa sam we both know what the situation was on
that night. I was angry… I thought we were over momentarily and I made
a bad call but I never slept with her. I was just desperate for some sanity.
Me: sanity? So wena bukhangela eyakho isanity walibala ngeyam? It’s
fine Luphelo andinanto ndizo phinde ndiy thethe mna.
-you were looking for your sanity and forgot about mine.. I have nothing
more to say.
Luphelo: you’re seriously breaking my heart Ncumo because it’s not even
like that. I don’t know if it’s your hormones or utheni but please… Be fair.
Me: mxm.
Luphelo: ndi hambe Ncumo?
-should I leave?
I didn’t reply so he exhaled.
Luphelo: bye bye… Ndizokbona xandi buya. Ndicela undi phuze.
-I will see you when I come back.
He didn’t even try to hug or kiss me good bye because he knew I was
going to reject him so he walked out. When I heard him opening the front
door I ran after him.
Me: xolo keh mntuwam izapha.
-I’m sorry my person come here.
He stopped for me so I gave him the kiss I knew he wanted..
Me: I don’t know what came over me.. I’m sorry.
Luphelo: it’s okay baby. I’m really gonna be late sthandwa sam-
Me: okay yeah… Have a safe trip mntuwam. I love you.
Luphelo: be safe wena apha. I love you more.
We kissed for the last time and he kissed his son before he headed out. I
closed the door and just cried on the floor. Watching my husband leave
sucked.

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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°
I drove to the airport and then I paid to have my car kept there. I didn’t
know why I wasted money unnecessarily instead of asking u
Ncumolwethu to take me to the airport but I was already here. Therefore
there was no need to cry over spilled milk.
I took my luggage out of my boot, locked my car and Mandla called me as I
was walking in.
Me: hello.
Mandla: hey uphi?
-where are you?
Me: Ndisando ngena e airport ngok nzayo check in’a.
-I just got here at the airport now I’m going to check in.
Mandla: okay sendi ngaphakathi keh mnake.
-I’m already inside.
Me: moja.
Mandla: sure
I hung up, checked in and then went to put my luggage in the conveyor
belt. I then went to board the business flight where I found Mandla sitting
with a thot. I was already uncomfortable.
Me: hey.
Mandla: hey. Hannah meet my good friend LJ.
Hannah: hi LJ.
Me: hey.
I looked at Mandla with a raised eyebrow on some “Wtf bruh?”
Mandla: listen cupcake… I need to discuss some business with him I will
call you when we are done.
Hannah: sure.
She got up and went to find another seat.
Mandla: Luphelo Yinton ujonge uHannah ingathi..
-why are you looking at Hannah as if..
Me: as if what?
Mandla: ngathi uyamonyanya..
-as if you disgust her.
Me: you misjudged my expression Kodwa into enzaythetha is andi
understand’I ufuna nton apha lomntu xasiyele I business eJoburg.
-what I’m going to say is I don’t understand what this person is doing
here if we are here for business in Joburg.
Mandla: kalok Luphelo we aren’t all married to women who look like
Ncumo. If I knew I’m coming home to such a face after this trip…
Hannah wouldn’t be here. So ndicela undi yeke ndenze lento izondi
vuyisa.. You don’t have to be around any bitch if awufuni.
-please let me do what’s going to make me happy.
I exhaled. I really don’t like hearing my wife’s name coming out of another
man’s mouth.
Me: do you bruh. Unga bhaqwa qha.
-just don’t get caught.
He laughed as he poured a shot of Johnny Walker Blue Label for me and
then poured one for himself as well.
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°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
I called my big sister-in-law Lusanda when I was at home. I was too bored
being home alone and my husband was slowly replying to my texts on
WhatsApp hence I decided to have some company.
Lusanda: Mamakhe?
Me: hey mntase uphi?
-where are you?
Lusanda: ndilapho undishiye khona sisi.
-I’m where you left me.
I laughed. She was still a bit mad over the fact that I begged her to live in
the Jama household with us and then left her there without letting her know
I was moving out over the weekend. That was wrong of me, I know.
Me: can I make it up to you by taking you out?
She giggled.
Lusanda: siyephi?
-where should we go?
Me: Masiye Summerstrand kalok. Maybe sitye kwa Company and watch
a movie? Whatever looks good kuwe.
-let’s go to Summerstrand… Maybe eat at Company?
Lusanda: okay I will sleep over apho ke. I’m coming over in an hour.
Me: okay sure.
She hung up and I became really irritated with Luphelo’s slow replies so I
called him.
Luphelo: Hlalumi?
Me: why do I have to be the one calling you Luphelo Kodwa you know
I’m home alone and pregnant?
Luphelo: xolo kalok mkam kumnandi apha ngok ndiye ndalibala uku
phonela.
-I’m sorry my wife it’s nice here so I forgot to call you.
The tears started falling from my eyes and I didn’t even know why I was
so angry. I hated this lack of control I had over my feelings.
Me: ha.a Luphelo it’s been hours since you said you were going to call
me. How do you expect me to feel?
Luphelo: mthuke umnyeni wakho baby umamele.. Mxelele uyadika baby.
Itsho.
-swear at your husband baby he’s listening. Tell him he’s annoying baby.
Say it.
I smiled.
Me: uyadika mahn.
-you’re annoying.
He laughed.
Luphelo: xolo sthandwa sam kalok. I’ll do better.
-I’m sorry my love.
Me: promise?
I sniffed.
Luphelo: yeah… I promise. Use right wena?
-are you still alright?
Me: yeah… I was just bonding with your son. Akasandi pholeli ngelo
xesha if you were here ngeku dala sekhaba khaba.
-he is so chilled but if you were here he would have been kicking.
He giggled before I heard him yelling to someone in the background that
he’s still on the phone.
Me: unga hamba Luphelo. I will be fine.
-you can leave.
Luphelo: nyan?
Me: yeah.. You will call me before I go to bed right?
Luphelo: ewe Mamakhe.
Me: cool then.
Luphelo: sharp I love you.
Me: I love you more.
I hung up.
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Lusanda couldn’t come over because Luthando’s baby mama needed help
with the children so she had to look after them. I decided to call Luphelo’s
parents and ask them if I could take them out and they agreed so I gave
them an hour to get dressed. When they were ready, I drove to the house
to pick them up. Tatu Jama was sitting in the living room with a friend
when I arrived.
Me: molweni.
Them: Molo.
Senior: ngu Hlalumi ke lona Rhadebe. Ngumfazi ka Luphelo.
-Radebe this is Hlalumi. She’s Luphelo’s wife.
Friend: akasemhle mahn. Enye into uLuphelo une Mali besiy lindele ukuba
uzobano mfazi onje.
-she’s so beautiful. Another thing is Luphelo has money so we expected
him to have a wife like this.
Senior: hay Kodwa ayomali Lena bayathandana aba. Ngo “even when
the sky comes falling” kalok aba.
-but it’s not money they love each other.
I was offended by the friends views but my father in laws defense was
good. Ma came into the living room and she looked so beautiful.
Ma: singa hambani ke.
-we can leave.
Senior: awusemhle mfaz wam wogqitha no Hlalumi lona.
-you are so beautiful my wife you even beat Hlalumi.
Me: yaxoka.
-lies.
We all laughed as my husband’s parents shared a kiss. We all walked out
and I unlocked the car so they could get in. Once they were in, I drove to
Summerstrand where we all watched a movie and then went to eat at
Company afterwards.
Ma: u Luphelo ufike kakuhle eJoburg?
-did Luphelo arrive well in Johannesburg?
Me: ewe Ma.. I called and he’s okay.
Senior: yaxoka wethu Luphelo akayo phangela pha uyobona icherrakhe
uBonang.
-Luphelo is lying he isn’t there to work he’s there to see his girlfriend
Bonang.
No but Senior is an idiot. I laughed.
Me: khatye wethu Awuthandi nje undibona ndi happy.
-just eat you just don’t like to see me happy.
He laughed.
Senior: if biyi nyani leyo ngendi ngekho apha.
-if that was true I wouldn’t have been here.
Ma: nge lapha wethu Hlalumi ayina hayi ekutyeni lento le.
-he would have been here this thing doesn’t have a no when it comes to
food.
Senior: oh ndiyinto ngok kuwe Nokwanda?
-oh I’m a thing now to you?
He sulked but his wife romantically caressed his cheek and he went back to
being happy again.
These two are goals.
Me: uhm… Ma nawe no Tatu Jama ndini zise apha ngoba bendi funa
ukuni bulela ngo nyana enim khulisileyo. Ndi yamthanda umnyeni wam…
He’s the most important person in my life and he has made me happy in
unimaginable ways. Ndadibana naye ndingu Ncumolwethu Sifora yena
wandenza uHlalumi Jama. Zandi hlala endlini no Mamam yena Wandenza
uMama we khaya… uMaka Kumkani… He helped me graduate and gave
me a job but he never reminds me of that he’s humble. Respects me…
Listens to what I have to say… I love him so much so thank you parents
for bringing Luphelo into the world.
Ma wiped her eyes.. I think she never expected her son to ever settle
down so it brought her utter happiness to see his life so complete.
Ma: nawe Mamcethe Siya bulela ngonika unyana wethu ikhaya.
Kungenxa yakho sikwazi nathi uke silindele umzukulwana wethu
ozophuma ku Pabbles… Ngoba he never wanted children and that scared
us so thank you Mamcethe.
-we are also thankful to you Mamcethe for giving our son a home. It’s
because of you that we are able to wait for our grandchild who comes
from Pabbles.
It was emotional around that table but a good type of emotional. I was
happy that I was able to have this evening with my parents in law.
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°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

I was drunk as fuck but my wife called so I had to act

Sober.
Me: baby?
Hlalumi: unxilile ne Tatakhe?
-you are drunk right?
Me: mna?!! Ha.a Mamakhe ndi sober.
-me?!!
She exhaled.
Hlalumi: Luphelo what is going on kulo trip? Heh Tiyeka?
Were you playing me? She sounded so low and I couldn’t deal
with that shit.
Me: sthandwa sam I have never been on one of these things so I didn’t
know kuyanxilwa but baby mamela… Suqumba..
Hlalumi: okay.
Me: uzityile minerals zakho ze iron ntoza ntoza.
Hlalumi: yes.
Me: okay. Xelela unyana wam ndi yamthanda Ndakcela.
-please tell my son I love him.
Hlalumi: mna?
- What about
me? Me: check
your left hand. She
giggled.
Hlalumi: nawe check yours.
I looked at my left hand which had her ring
and smiled. Me: I did.. Baby can I please
sleep? We will talk ngomso. Hlalumi: okay
good night. I love you.
Me: I love you too sthandwa sam.
I hung up and then went up to my bedroom.. I was drunk yes but I wasn’t
tripping over my feet drunk. I opened my door and a thot was half naked
on my bed.
Me: oh thixo wamu impundu ezingaka. Reid khazapha bawo.
-oh my God so much ass.. Reid come here man.
Tinashe: Luphelo don’t worry. I know you are married and I understand…
Reid came up to my bedroom and yelled when he saw Tinashe.
Reid: yhuuuuu!! Luphelo masitshintshe fondin.. Sapha uTinashe mna
ndizak Nika uLola.
-let’s swop. Give me Tinashe and I will give you Lola.
Me: hey fondin aninoyiki Aids Nina?
-aren’t you guys scared of Aids?
He laughed.
Reid: heh hay Jama ucinga impundu ezingaka Zingane Aids?
-do you think an ass this huge could have Aids?
I exhaled.
Me: it’s fine take them both. Ndizo lala.
-I will sleep.
Reid: LJ what happened to you man? Mandla told me you changed but
are you really fucking turning down a bitch?
Me: if my marriage has to go down then let it go down but not because of
a bitch that I will have to pay after yonke lento. So bathathe I will pay for
them.
-take them.
Reid: happy belated birthday gift keh leyo.
I laughed as he walked out with Tinashe and I closed my bedroom door. I
was turned on so I locked my door and then went to search for my
sleeping pills in the drawer and then drank one pill with my bottled water. I
felt sleepy so I went to bed and blocked out the noise and fun that was
going on downstairs.
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°° Mandla’s perspective °°
Tinashe came down with Reid so I took her from him..
Reid: Yinton na wena?
-whats going on with you?
Me: ndifuna uthetha no Tinashe.
-I want to talk to Tinashe.
Reid: mxm.
He said as he continued his journey to his bedroom with Lola. I pulled
Tinashe into my arms and then I kissed her. She kisses better than my
wife.
Me: uthini uLJ?
-what did LJ say?
Tinashe: he gave me away to Reid.
Me: what? Just like that?
She nodded.
Tinashe: yes… Mandla this guy is clearly faithful so why are you messing
with that? Did he do something to you?
Mandla: I wanna fuck his wife that’s why. But I’m no rapist so if I’m gonna
do it… I need to win her over the right way. And that’s to get him out of
the way.
Tinashe: you have me though..
Me: you aren’t Ncumolwethu… That woman is gorgeous…smart…fiesty
and she’s got a fat ass too. I love it. But excuse me I need to make a call.
Go to my bedroom I will be up soon.
She nodded so I called my sister.
Mbali: hello?
Me: he didn’t sleep with the prostitute.. So please get me some
sleeping pills. Really strong ones.
Mbali: you gonna drug him now?
Me: yeah… Luphelo won’t cheat on his wife for nothing and I won’t let go
for nothing. Ncumo will be mine and Luphelo will be yours.
We laughed.
Mbali: okay mntase I will get them tomorrow.
Me: sure. Bye.
I hung up and then put my phone in my pocket.

Insert 51

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I woke up in the morning and then I called my wife immediately. I missed

her and it was quite lonely waking up without her. I wanted to go home, this
trip isn't what I expected. I love to have fun but being around men who
make cheating on their wives a lifestyle was discouraging. I felt out of
place... And it was crazy to know that at some point I was the leader of this
gang back in Cape Town. I used to orchestrate our movements and plan all
of the mischief we used to get up to. But it seemed like Mandla had taken
my place and made me look weak but I really didn't care. I would rather be
weak with a ring on my finger than to be strong without one.

My wife picked up my call on the first ring.

Hlalumi: hey husband.

Me: hey. Ndikvusile?

-did I wake you?

Hlalumi: yeah but I don't mind ngoba Kakade I was waiting for your call. I
miss you.
Me: baby if you want me to come back-

Hlalumi: no baby have fun. Usebenza nzima kwi business zakho and when
it comes to making me happy.

You need a break.

-you work hard on your businesses.

I smiled.

Me: I don't know what I would do without you.

Hlalumi: neither do I baby. Uzobuya nini Kodwa mntuwam? Ndifuna ukuba

ready for uku twerkela. Be ndenze i squats Izolo and ingathi zi sebenzile.

-when are you coming back though? I want to be ready to twerk for you. I
did some squats yesterday and I think they worked.

I laughed.

Me: khandbone..

-let me see.

Hlalumi: let's video call.

Me: sure.

I hung up.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°
I went to bed naked so my husband called me back via video call. I got out
of bed and then put my phone against the mirror on the dressing table..

Me: uyand bona?

-can you see me.

Luphelo: yeah.

I turned around for him and exposed my butt cheeks. He started exhaling
over the phone and it felt good to get that reaction from him..

Luphelo: khachole esa slipper baby. Unga nxami.

-pick up that slipper. And don't rush.

I laughed because I knew which view he wanted so I dropped and slowly

got back up and he became erect when he saw my coochie.

Luphelo: mhm..

He groaned as he pulled his penis out and then masturbated.

Me: ngesi yenzani ngok baby? Huh?

-what would we be doing now?

Luphelo: I'd be hitting that from the back..

He said as he jerked off. My husband is so sexual. He cleaned up his mess

then he put his dick back. I was still naked because I love being naked in
front of my husband. It makes me feel like a woman.

Luphelo: have you started thinking about our wedding?

Me: no baby I can't do this without you. I want your opinion about
everything.
Luphelo: Mamakhe I got what I wanted.. You have my last name so mna
ndi grand. Nale white wedding ndiyenzela wena no Instagram wakho
otherwise I don't need it.

-I'm even doing this white wedding for you and your Instagram.

I laughed. My husband is so adorable.

Me: I don't think you have any idea how much I love you.

Luphelo: awunayo nje nawe sthandwa sam. Oko ndicinga ngawe apha...
Andiqondi ndingakwazi uphinde ndibe ngenye into ngaphandle kobayi
ndoda yakho.

-you don't have it either though. I have been thinking about you all along
here. I don't think I could ever go back to being anything besides your
man..

Me: and you won't ever have to.. I love you Tiyeka, Zikhali Mazembe,
Ngcolosi, Jojo...

He smiled.

Luphelo: aw icherram madoda.

-my girlfriend man.

We giggled.

Me: haska don't demote me I'm a wife tshi.. Baby ndifuna uye toilet ngok
masithethe ku WhatsApp or call me if usenayo i airtime?

-I want to go to the toilet or call me if you still have airtime.

Luphelo: yeah okay Nkosikazi. I will call you.

Me: sharp.. Bye.

Luphelo: bye.
He hung up so I got up and went to the bathroom.

I realised I hadn't taken any time for myself since I became married to
Luphelo so I decided to take myself out and have some Ncumolwethu time.
My mother called me when I was on my way to the Baywest mall.

Me: hey Maka Ncumo.

Mom: hey Maka Kumie. Bufuna lonto ne?

-that's what you wanted right.

I giggled.

Me: ewe Mama this is my first pregnancy please understand.

She giggled.

Mom: how's it going?

Me: good qa I have weird cravings. Bendike nda bawela amanzi ezitya
ndaphinda ndatya i sonka esino mhlaba.

-I craved dishwater and then ate bread with soil.

Mom: sies Hlalumi mahn. Uzogula uKumie ngalento uyenzayo. Is that what
you want?

-Kumie is going to get sick because of what you are doing.

Me: no... But right now I'm going to have some mother and son bonding
time. I want to get anything related to pregnancy maybe a book as well so I
can write down some cute moments and then share it with uKumkani when
he's older.
Mom: ingantle lonto mntanam. Ndiyak khumbula Kodwa so ndicela uze
apha endlini uzotya i dinner nam.

-that would be nice my child. I miss you though so please come to the
house and eat dinner with me.

Me: okay Ma...what time?

Mom: when you are free... Come home.

Me: okay Ma.

Mom: sure Majama.

She hung up so I arrived at Baywest and did some baby shopping. And
everytime I picked up an item I would talk to my son as if I wanted his
opinion on it. I shopped and when I was on my way to the till to pay, I saw
Lusanda's boyfriend with another woman. He was so lovey dovey with her
that it was hard to justify so I paid, took my stuff and then followed him. I
tapped him on the shoulder and then greeted him.

Xhanti: hiiii.

He was so shocked that he exaggerated his words.

Me: hi bhuti Andazi noba ndi yakwazi na qha Ndiyak fanisa. Have we met
before?

-I don't know if I know you but you look familiar.

Xhanti: yes... No... Andazi.

-i don't know.

Me: my name is Lusanda by the way.

Xhanti: oh... I don't know you.

Me: okay.
I fake smiled before walking away... Not knowing how to tell Lusanda about
this.

°° Mandla's perspective °°

It was our second party in a row and everybody was turnt.. We wanted to
celebrate us closing in a huge business idea that we had discussed so this
trip wasn't for nothing. We legitimately combined heads and came up with
something that was going to be huge. And for the life of me I hoped that
after I win his wife over Luphelo won't pull out of this deal because he is our
Biggest financial asset and besides he is an expert entrepreneur therefore
he is also the brains of our entire operation.

We ordered some shots so I strategically placed Luphelo's spiked shot on

the tray such that it would get to him and it did. He drank it and the drink
usually takes 2 minutes to work.. It took damn near 10 minutes to work on
Luphelo.. He's got the system of a veteran. Once he felt his body was
failing him, he sneaked out and dragged himself up the stairs to his
bedroom but he couldn't make it up and passed out midway so Mbali
helped me carry him upstairs. We put him on his bed and Mbali exhaled..

Mbali: rha uyasinda lomntu.

-damn this person is heavy.

She panted.

Me: khulula ungene ebhedini naye.

-take your clothes off and get into bed with him.

Mbali: I thought I'm going to have sex with him.

Me: Mbali u Luphelo has been molested before. We can't do that to him
again otherwise he will seriously lose it.

Mbali: umkhathalele ngantoni Mandla? Ndifuna umntana kuye mna qha.

-why do you care about him? I just want a baby from him that's all.

Me: so you want evidence that you fucked him? Then they test his system
and find out he was drugged? What do you think is gonna happen to you
cos mna I want no part of such thing.

Mbali: kodwa-

-but-

Me: Yey Mbali!!

I said before slapping her against the wall. Something in me snapped when
she wouldn't take a no for an answer. Melusi came into the room running.

Melusi: Yinton Mandla fondin?

-what Mandla?

Me: ayikufuni lento wena.. Khandi bizele uYonika phana.

-this doesn't concern you. Call Yonika for me there.

Melusi: nifuna ntoni kwi room ka LJ?

-what are you going in LJ's room?

I exhaled. He knew I wasn't going to reply so he went down and called

Yonika who came up a few minutes later.

Yonika: yes?

She was disturbed by

Mbali who was crying in the corner.

Me: take your top off... And LJ's top off and cuddle up next to him. Make
him look like you too had sex but don't touch him too much... Make it look
natural. Don't pose... Don't do too much.

Yonika: okay.

She took her top and shoes off before climbing into bed next to Luphelo.
She took his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Me: Mbali thula or uzofokofa apha.

-keep quiet or you are going to leave here.

She ran out of the room so I switched the lights off and then took pictures
of Yonika and LJ. The pictures looked convincing enough... Yonika is a
fucking pro. Once I had enough pictures, I told Yonika she could leave and
then reviewed all of those pictures. They were perfect. I walked out of LJ's
room and then took my used condoms from yesterday and put them on the
floor next to Luphelo's bed so he could wake up and think he did it.

Insert 52

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°° Luphelo's perspective °°

When I woke up in the morning my body was tired. I felt like a stampede of
elephants had just ran on top of me. My eyes were heavy, head was aching
and my mind was empty. So I tried my hardest to get up and I managed to
sit upright. I was topless but I was still in my jeans so when I looked on my
bedside, I saw 4 used condoms on the floor.. Looking disgusting as fuck. I
didn't know who these condoms belonged to because I don't remember
having sex with anyone last night. I panicked... My mind was scrambled
and it didn't help that some bitch named Onika came into my bedroom.

Onika: hey LJ.

Me: ufuna nton apha wena?

-what do you want here?

Onika: I want to thank you for such a great night.

Me: great night? Onika.. We didn't have sex.

Onika: my name is Yonika. And we did have sex.

Me: I don't fuck with my pants on. A quickie yes... Not 4 rounds with My
pants on.

Onika: I dressed you. You were drunk... But you called me and said you
wanted sex so we had sex.

I exhaled. I was seriously on the verge of crying. I buried my face in my

hands and scratched my head.

Me: what the fuck did I say?

Onika: you said "khandiphe impundu".

-give me ass.
Me: oh thixo. Fuck!! Get out.

-oh God.

That was me.

Onika: but-

Me: khaphume Onika yere!!

-just get out Onika damn!!

Onika: it's Yonika.

Me: andikhathali ptsek.

-I don't care.

I said as I closed my door behind her. I need to get the fuck out of this city
so I packed my bags and then called an Uber. When it was here, I dragged
my bags downstairs.

Athenkosi: uyaphi Jama?

-where are you going?

Me: home.

Athenkosi: you have my number right?

Me: ewe bawo.

I was seriously annoyed as I practically ran to the Uber, put my bags in and
then I taken to the airport where I paid for a last minute flight back home.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was at home with Ovayo when I heard a knock on the door. I went to open
it and it was my husband.

He looked besides himself though... He looked tired. Really tired.

Me: Jama? Mntuwam utheni? And why are you back so early? Are you
okay?

-whats wrong?

Luphelo: ndi right Ncumolwethu.

-I'm alright.

He walked into the house and he tensed his eyebrows when he saw
Ovayo.

Ovayo: Ta Phelo unga cingeli grootman akhonto yenzeka phakathi kwam

no Mfazi wakho.

-don't overthink it nothing is going on between your wife and I.

Luphelo: kwedin ndimhle kunawe ngok ndinga vasanga sube ucacisa intwe
ninzi. Hamba futhi ndizokwenza lanto zange ukwazi uyenza ku Ncumo.

-boy I'm more attractive than you are although I haven't taken a bath so
don't explain too much.

Anyway leave so I can do to Ncumo what you couldn't do.

Me: Luphelo hay mahn.

-no man.

He left his suitcases downstairs and then walked up to our bedroom.

Me: I'm sorry. Uske abenje keh uLuphelo.

-Luphelo gets like this sometimes.

Ovayo: and that's how he got you. This was a bad idea.

Me: I didn't know Uzobuya namhlanje. I'm sorry.

He nodded before walking out.

I walked back upstairs to the bedroom where Luphelo was taking a shower
in the en suite. I watched him through the glass and he kept scrubbing
himself. I know how Luphelo washes himself... He's black so he uses the
cross method: face, arm pits then the dick & ass. But this time he was
scrubbing which is something I used to do for him. I waited until he was
done so when he came out of the shower I sat cross legged on the bed.

Me: Luphelo? Are you okay?

Luphelo: yeah. Iphi roll on yam?

-where's my roll on.

Me: I don't know.

Luphelo: Ncumo njani ungayazi?! Akhange ndihambe nayo!

-how can you not know? I didn't leave with it.

Me: hay Luphelo Akhange ndithi mna suka eJoburg uze Bhayi unga
vasanga.

-I didn't say come from Joburg to Port Elizabeth without taking a bath.

Luphelo: ingena phi lonto kuwe ungayazi Iphi roll on yam?!

-how's that relevant to you not knowing where my roll on is.

Me: if you took a bath eJoburg we wouldn't be having this dumb argument.
What the fuck happened there Luphelo? Was this trip some fucking lie so
you can socialise with Mandla who you told me to stay away from?
Luphelo: hehake andimdala for i scams. If I want to do that ndizak xelela
ezinkonqeni ukuba ndiyemka ngok.

-I'm too grown for scams... I will tell you that I'm leaving now.

Me: then explain us arguing over a God damn roll on that you don't even
have because you don't use roll ons. You use sprays Luphelo.

His face softened.

Luphelo: oh.

Me: you're so mean sometimes.

I stormed out of the bedroom and went to Sihle's old bedroom..

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I didn't apologize to my wife after our argument because I didn't want to find
myself in a position where she was going to want to know the truth about
Johannesburg. I got dressed and then I went to find her in Sihle's room.

Me: ndiya hamba keh.

-I'm leaving.

Hlalumi: Luphelo uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: ndiya ku Tata.

-I'm going to Dad.

Hlalumi: okay.

Me: ndiyaku thanda.

-I love you.

Hlalumi: mxm.

She came to close the door in my face but I blocked it and then kissed her..
It managed to do the trick because she gave me a smile. It was all I needed
from her before I could leave. I drove to the house then I called Dad to
come to my car. He came after 5 minutes and then sat on the passenger
seat.

Dad: nyana Yinton inxaki?

-son what's the problem?

Me: Tata kuthiwa nditye ihule pha eJoburg. Ndivuke kukho icondom
ecamkwe bhedi yam and naye le trits Ithi Ndiyi tyile. Mna Andiy khumbuli
lonto.

-they say I fucked a hoe in Joburg. I woke up and there was condoms next
to my bed and this trick says I fucked her. I don't remember that.

Dad: uthi utheni kuye lomntana?

-what does this girl say you said to her?

Me: uthe ndithe makandiphe impundu.

-she says I asked her to give me some ass.

Dad: hay umtyile nyan nyana.

-no you really fucked her son.

I shut my eyes momentarily before the tears fell from my eyes.

Dad: sukhala Tiyeka uzondi khalisa nam.

-don't cry you're going to make me cry too.

He took his spectacles off and wiped the corner of his eyes. My father and I
had a moment of silence in the car which is the reason why I came to him.
No one ever understands my pain quite like my father does.

Dad: xelela umfazi wakho inyani Luphelo. Awuyazi ukuba ababantu

baphana bazothini ngalento bayaziyo. Umhle uHlalumi... Umncinci kwaye
ufundile. Bahamba rhou abafazi abanjalo. Abafani naba fazi bexesha lo
Mamakho.

-tell your wife the truth Luphelo. You don't know what those people there
are going to do with what they know. Hlalumi is beautiful... Young and she's
educated. Wives like that leave easily. They aren't like the wives during
your mom's time.

Me: I can't Tata. Ndiyoyika. Umithi... Ukwi 6 months and lonto inga risky
ukuba unobeleka.

-I'm scared. She's pregnant. She's on her 6th month and that would be
risky if she would give birth.

Dad: makave inyani yakho Luphelo. Angavi inyani yomntu umntu.

-let her hear your truth. And not someone else's truth.

I exhaled. Me: okay.

My dad shined his spectacles and then wore them again. This was
stressing him out.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°
My husband came home in the evening when I was about to dish up for
myself. I had been crying over our argument because I didn't know why we
were like this now all of a sudden. I didn't talk to him before I had left him
missed calls and messages but he didn't reply to any message nor did he
pick up any call.

Luphelo: hey.

I didn't reply as I took out his plate and then dished up for him.

Me: appletiser or coke?

Luphelo: how bout I get you?

Me: drink yaphi leyo?

-where is that drink from?

Luphelo: baby please. I'm sorry for the argument I started. I'm sorry for the
way I spoke to you. I'm sorry.

Me: kwenzeke ntoni eJoburg Luphelo ekwenze wabuya ungavasanga?

-what happened in Joburg that made you come back without taking a bath?

Luphelo: kuxatyenwe phana baby... Reid wahlaba uAthi. It was messy so I

left before I didn't want to be caught up in the cross

Fire. I have a wife and a baby on the way... So I panicked.

Me: oh my God baby.. Usaphila uAthi?

-is Athi still alive?

I asked as I Hugged him.

Luphelo: I don't know. I don't care as long as I don't have anything to do

with that.

Me: Kakade mnyeni wam. Are you okay?

He nodded as I kissed his forehead.

Me: I feel so bad ngoku. Should we go to bed? Have sex?

I smiled shyly.

Luphelo: not tonight Mamakhe. Im going straight to bed.

Me: okay.

I sat down on the bar stool and then I watched him while he ate. He made
no eye contact with me. He does that when he's lying. I couldn't take it
anymore so I put my food in the microwave.

Luphelo: uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: to bed.

I said as I walked up to our bedroom and left him in the kitchen.

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.

I went back to our bedroom and then I changed into my pyjama. I prayed
and when I was done praying, my husband came into the bedroom. He's so
fucking handsome that it is really annoying.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and then he took off his shoes.

Luphelo: bekumele yenziwa nguwe ke lento.

-you are supposed to be doing this.

Me: uphambene.

-you are crazy.

I said as we both laughed. He took his shoes off and then he took his
clothes off until he was only left in his boxers. I just love that view.

Luphelo: ndicela uzapha Hlalumi. Bendik khumbula baby. Andiyazi kutheni

sinje.

-please come here. I missed you. I don't know why we are like this.

I felt like running to him but I walked... It felt like forever when I could finally
be in his arms. I sat between his legs on our bed and my back was against
his chest. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and his hand was on
my belly.

Me: ndi thenge impahla for umntana wethu.

-I bought clothes for our child.

Luphelo: khand bone?

-let me see.
Me: okay.

I got up and then went to fetch our babys clothes and then I lay every outfit
neatly on the bed for my husband to see. He smiled.

Luphelo: azise ncinci ezimpahla baby. But zintle mntuwam.

-these clothes are so small. But they are nice.

Me: thank you babe.

Luphelo: rha i sex i serious Mos baby.

-damn sex is serious.

Me: bruh. I can't believe I'm really going to be a mother. I wonder if I'm
going to be a good one.

Luphelo: no you'll be a great one. You're the reason why I reversed my

vasectomy, remember?

He tucked my natural hair behind my ear and then he kissed me. And for
the life of me I tried to not lose myself in this kiss but how could I not? We
kissed passionately and then stopped momentarily to look in each other's
eyes. He dropped the eye contact first and then proceeded to kiss me. The
guilt. I pulled away from the kiss and then forced him to look into my eyes
by caressing his jawline. His beautiful jawline.

Me: Uyayazi phof ukuba waziwa ndim wena?

-do you know that I know you?

Luphelo: bekumele kunjalo.

-that's how it was supposed to be.

He stood his ground and I giggled.

Me: okay Tata womntanam.

I gently slapped his cheek twice, got up and then I went to my side of the
bed. Leaving him on the floor with his heart beating out of his chest.

In the morning I went to brush my teeth and then I went downstairs to make
breakfast. Although I enjoyed being in the Jama household, I really didn't
miss having to make a giant breakfast for every single member. But making
breakfast for a dishonest husband can take its toll on you. You feel like you
are feeding his lies... Making him stronger and smarter. But Luphelo Jama
has a hold on me that can't be explained. No matter how hard I try to hate
him... I just come out needing him more than ever.

He came downstairs in his boxers barefeet. Exposing his cute, long feet.
He wears a size 7 that he believes is average.

Luphelo: Molo.

Me: hey.

We kissed and he kissed my belly before sitting on the barstool. He

yawned.

Me: baby I have a question? A legal question?

Luphelo: yeah?

Me: if you see a crime being committed and then you run away... What are
the consequences? Should charges be pressed what happens to you?

He squinted. He knew what I was trying to figure out and he didn't want to
throw himself under the bus but at the same time he didn't know how to get
off the bus.

Luphelo: what's the crime Hlalumi?

Me: does it matter?

He exhaled.

Luphelo: you withheld information.

Me: and that could get you some jail time right? Which I'm sure is pretty
bad for cases such as attempted murder or what not.

I asked as I dished up.

Luphelo: yeah..

Me: wow so Advocate Jama knew all of that and still chose to run away
when he saw Athi stabbing Reid?

Am I supposed to believe that?

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu uAthi is my friend, okay? I can't Betray him like that
and the guys have the situation under control. No one will press charges.

Me: if Athi is your friend then kumele uyaya emapoliseni and not withhold
information because according to you last night... He was the one who got
stabbed and not Reid. Heh Advocate Jama? Heh? Unje eCourt kanti?

-are you like this in court?

I laughed and he laughed too.

Luphelo: Iya ku nyoko and let her teach you something about psychology.
Maybe you will understand why leaving was the first thing on my mind.

He was pissed so he took his food which we ate in silence.

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I went to work alone since my husband was going to be at JLS. I was glad
Because I wasn't in the mood to pretend we were all good just to please
people when we were not.

I received a call on my land-line phone from Mandla. I didn't know it was

him until I picked up.

Me: hello.

Mandla: hey Mrs Jama. Unjani.

Me: I'm good thank you and yourself?

Mandla: ndi right. Bendi funa nje ukxelela ukuba I have submitted the
designs through to your email address.

-I'm alright. I wanted to tell you that...

Me: okay I will check on them.

Mandla: okay.

Me: yeah how's Athi?

Mandla: oh lowo he... Mamela Ncumo... Sweetheart I have a call that I

need to get. I will call you back.

He hung up and I couldn't even decipher whether or not he really had to

answer a call or he was trying to cover up for Luphelo's ass. I exhaled as I
checked my emails and then downloaded the pictures. I checked them out
before hearing a knock on my door.

Me: come in.

The door opened and in came a man holding a big purple box.

I stood up.

Me: hello.
Man: hi. Are you Mrs Ncumo Jama?

I will never stop getting excited over hearing that.

Me: yes.

Man: please sign.

He gave me his clipboard so I signed his list and then I thanked him. I took
my big purple box and then I looked inside, there was a beautiful handbag
from Aldo and other bundles of hair. There was also a pair of thigh high
boots From Aldo and I screamed. My man has taste for days. I read his
little note that he sent me:

Lumi ka Phelo...

I'm sorry sthandwa sam. I'm trying by all means to be the best husband I
can be to you and I hate that I keep failing. I love you so much and I can't
imagine my life without you. You are the glue that keeps me together and
the gravity that holds me down. I love you and you deserve the finest things
to compensate for the pain I cause you. I hope you like these things.

LJ

The letter was so adorable that I had to call my man back but his PA called
and said he was busy and would be back in a half an hour.

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In the evening I cooked up a storm for my husband. I wanted to reward him
for his apology and I knew it was stupid of me to let things go because of
materialistic things but I appreciated the fact that he knew he was wrong
and tried to fix it. I decided to put aside all of the suspicions that I had about
him for the sake of keeping my home together.

I kept looking at the time and Luphelo was running late again. I kept calling
and he wasn't picking up so I lost my shit again because I wasn't thinking
he was injured or some shit like that... I was thinking he was on top of some
bitch riding her like he rides me. My skin crawled.

I heard the door opening and in came my estranged husband of an hour. I

was about to rain on his ass but his father followed behind him so I stopped
in my tracks and faked a smile.

Me: hey Tatu Jama.

Senior: Molo Hlalumi. Awusemhle.

-you are so beautiful.

Me: enkosi Tata.

Luphelo: I'm sorry I didn't pick up your calls. Bendiyo Landa uTatam.

-I went to fetch my father.

Me: oh uzohlala for i sophoro Tata?

-are you going to stay around for dinner?

Senior: ewe Molokazana.

Me: okay ndizo phaka keh ngoku.

-I'm going to dish up now.

Luphelo: uhm... Baby khame. uTata unento afuna uku xelela yona.

-Dad has something that he wants to tell you.

My heart dropped. This sounded serious.

Me: okay.

They eased their way to the couch and I did too. Luphelo had his head
down and I didn't think I was ready for what I was about to hear.

Senior: eh Molokazana... Lento kuze bendi qhala uyiva indi

Bulele. Ndamxelela uPabbles naye ukuba Makayi khuphe inyani kuba

kalok imfihlo azi philisi kamnandi and hlambi naye uzo Funda kulento
yenzekileyo azazi izinto emaka zenze njenge ndoda etshatileyo. Eh...

Yena ebesoyika ukxelela Kodwa uthi ukuba wena ingathi uyambona kwaye
ayimonwabisi imeko phakathi kwenu. Eh Hlalumi ndicela lento ingakwenzi
ukhulule umsesane... Ndicela ubengu mfazi ngakwe ncinga nange zenzo.
Ndizothi keh mnake uPabbles wenze iphutha... Walala nomntu eJoburg
Kodwa ebenga qhondanga.. Ebesele... Wavuka ecamkwakhe. Le ntombi
keh yi ntombi uLuphelo ebeyazi ayingomntu nje... Hlambi i prostitute. Hayi
ngumntu amaziyo.

-daughter in laughter... When I first heard this it killed me. I told Pabbles
that he should reveal the truth because secrets make life unbearable and
maybe he will learn from what happened and know what he should do as a
married man. He was scared of telling you but he says it's as if you could
see it and the situation between you two wasn't making him happy. Hlalumi
please don't let this make you take your ring off... Please be a wife by
thought and by doing. I'm here to say that Pabbles made a mistake... And
he slept with someone in Joburg but he didn't mean to. He was drunk...
And he woke up next to her. This girl is a girl that Luphelo knew its not just
any girl. Maybe a prostitute... No it's someone he knows.

I heard a ring in my ears. I heard a deafening sound and my breathing

became slower. Tears automatically fell from my eyes... Just a tear from
each eye. I looked at Luphelo whose face still hadn't been picked from the
ground.

Me: Okay.
The room fell silent. No one knew what to say.

Senior: okay ntoni Hlalumi?

Me: Andazi nam Tata. Ndicela uyolala..

-I don't know either. Can I please go to sleep.

I said as I got up and headed upstairs.

Senior: uzoba right Majama?

-are you going to be alright?

I didn't reply because to be honest he was asking me bullshit. I went to my

bedroom and fell on my knees crying. I really didn't expect this from
Luphelo. Not this God damn soon. I had so much faith in us... In our love. I
believed that him and I were different. That I'm enough for him... That he
loves me. I didn't understand why he did this... Our sex life is amazing. I
give it to him every God given day... Just the way he likes and I'm beautiful.
But even that shit wasn't enough for him. I wiped my tears and relaxed my
bottom lip which was trembling. I am angry.

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I sat on the edge of our bed, head faced down in defeat. Marriage is a
battle ground and that is why people who are divorced are called return
soldiers. I didn't know what to do about the fact that my husband has been
unfaithful. I didn't know whether I should leave him or I should stay with him
and hope for the best. All I knew was I was angry and I couldn't stand to
face him for another day.

I heard his footsteps making their way upstairs. Slowly as if he was buying
himself some time to think about what to say. His footsteps finally stopped
in front of the door which he opened and then closed behind him.

Luphelo: Mamcethe ndicela sithethe.

-can we please speak.

I wiped my face and my nose.

Me: andifuni ukuthetha Luphelo.

-I don't want to speak.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: ndicela ithuba loku cacisa.

-can I please have a chance to explain.

I shook my head gently. I had enough. I was weak. I wanted to yell at him
but I was afraid I would just end up collapsing.

Me: andina mandla alento Luphelo mna.. Ndino nyana eku funeka ndim
cingele. So I have to put my health first. I don't care about lomtshato to be
honest. I don't give a fuck. So ndicela uphume Luphelo.
-I don't have the strength for this. I have a son that I have to think about. So
please get out. Luphelo: Hlalumi-

Me: PHUMA LUPHELO!!! GET THE FUCK OUT. NGUBANI UHLALUMI

HEH? BUYAZI UKUBA NDINGU HLALUMI WHEN YOU FUCKED
ANOTHER BITCH? DAMN YOU LUPHELO. DAMN YOU.

-who is Hlalumi? Did you know that I was Hlalumi?

I grabbed my toiletries from my bedside drawers and then I threw

everything at him. And instead of running, Luphelo stood there and took the
hits like a man. I stopped when I saw he was taking them and just balled
out in tears because although he hurt me, I didn't want to hurt him.

Me: hamba. Please.

-leave.

He reluctantly walked out and closed the door behind him. And left me in a
world of suffering.

I barely got enough sleep but I had to wake up the next morning and go to
work. So I took a shower, wore my make up and my wig and I looked
beautiful. I made porridge for my husband and I who came down dressed in
his full pyjama.. I can't ever get used to the sight of him wearing his
pyjama's.

Luphelo: Molo Ncumo.

He greeted gently.

I didn't reply. He sat down on the barstool.

Luphelo: Ncumo Ndiyakcela sthandwa sam. Ndiyafa apha.

-I'm begging you my love. I'm dying here.

Me: mamela Luphelo. It's either you learn to shut the fuck up or I pack my
bags and leave. I'm still making your food. I'm still wearing your ring. I'm still
in your house. What more do you want from me? Hay mahn sukundi cekra.

-don't annoy me.

I said as I lost my appetite. I received a text from my Uber driver saying he

is here so I walked out to my Uber which took me to work.

Driver: hello sisi.

Me: hi.

Driver: Ndibona i Range Rover, iBMW X6 M ne Porsche Cayenne kule yard

Kodwa ukhwela i Uber ukuya emsebenzini. Ngoba?

-I see a Range Rover, BMW X6 M and a Porsche Cayenne in this yard but
you are taking an Uber to go to work. Why?

Me: please mind your business.

Driver: sorry.

I exhaled as I looked away and wiped my tear which fell from my eye.

I arrived at work and rushed to start working just to distract myself. My

mother called me during break.

Me: Ma?
Mommy: hey baby girl. Are you okay? I just thought about you
kwabuhlungu intliziyo ngok nda qhonda mandik phonele.

-and my heart ached so I thought I should call you.

I cried quietly.

Me: Luphelo slept with another woman in Johannesburg.

Mommy: oh angel face... Are you going to come home?

I wiped my tears.

Me: no Mama I can't keep running everytime my husband fucks up.

Mommy: but your husband has to stop fucking up angel face. Your
presence is too valuable for you to be wasting it on someone who doesn't
deserve you.

Me: Mama Ndakcela... I can't leave. What if I leave and he sleeps with
someone else?

Mommy: then he doesn't deserve to call himself your husband mntanam.

Ncumo you are too beautiful and young to be in this position.

Me: I know but Mama... He's my child's father and I can't just walk out on
him like that. I need some time to think... For u Kumkani.

Mommy: for u Kumkani or for you?

I exhaled.

Me: Mama ndiyamthanda u Luphelo and it hurts that he did this to me. I
don't understand where I went wrong Mama. I give him every single thing..
I'm the brains behind his business moves, ndipheka kamnandi, I make sure
I look beautiful every single day for him, I am adventurous in the bedroom...
I do everything but it was still inadequate for him.. What do I have to do
more to make him faithful?

Mommy: just come home Ncumo. We will figure it out.

I heard a knock on my door.

Me: Mama I have to go. Bye bye.

I hung up and then told the knocker to come in. It was Mandla.

Mandla: hey. Is this a bad time?

I fixed my face.

Me: uhm no... What's going on?

Mandla: remember when we were discussing the designs for the first time
and you told me you like prawns? Well I would like to take you out to a
seafood restaurant at 8. If that's fine with you.

Me: uhm...

I wiped my face again.

Me: I can't.

I said as I put my left hand up to show him why. He seemed really shocked
to see my ring. I don't know why.

Mandla: I see... If you change your mind let me know. And check your
emails okay.

Me: okay

I said as he walked out. Weird.

°° Mandla's perspective °°
I called Mbali on my way out of Jama Constructions.

Mbali: hello?

Me: why didn't you send those pictures to Ncumo?

Mbali: I did noba khange zi attacheke kakuhle kalok.

-they probably weren't attached properly.

Me: yabona keh Because of you I just got rejected by her. Send those
pictures Mbali time is running out.

Mbali: hehay Mandla. I didn't know there was a sense of urgency.

Me: well now you know so get on it. But something is fishy mahn when I
went into her office it seemed like Ncumo was crying. And I can't help but
to feel like maybe Luphelo told her what he woke up to. He's a weak bitch
lately so I wouldn't put it past him.

Mbali: what? Mandla if we send the pictures to her then it probably won't
make a difference if she is still with him. Then all of this money was spent
for nothing.

Me: Yey sukundi stress'a apha Mbali. Because I don't know how else I can
get u Luphelo in that situation again.

-don't stress me.

Mbali: I think at this point we should just ask Yonika to DM uNcumolwethu

herself. You may be on the verge of forgiving your cheating husband but
once the prostitute he slept with starts DMing you... She will take you back
to square one.

I smiled. Me: utsho? -you reckon?

Mbali: ewe wives hate being disrespected. If Yonika DMs her then
whatever forgiveness she was willing to offer him will be lost.
Me: haike talk to Yonika and tell her to DM uNcumo. Yayaz handle yakhe
Mos.

-you know her handle.

Mbali: yes.

Me: okay... Bye then.

Mbali: bye.

She hung up.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

Luphelo called me 10 minutes before I knocked off. I looked out of the

window and I saw his car parked in the parking lot. I rolled my eyes before
deciding to ignore his call.

I canceled my Uber and when it was time to knock off, I walked to his car
and then I climbed into the passenger seat. I closed my door and his scent
filled my nostrils immediately. He was wearing a blue tight fitted Porsche
tracksuit with black Puma originals. He then completed the look with a
black cap and honestly Satan was trying me. How can someone break your
heart and still manage to look attractive?

Luphelo: hello.

Me: Luphelo ndicela ungandi landi emsebenzini kwa khona.

-please don't fetch me at work again.

Luphelo: Kodwa Mamakhe umithi awukwazi Umane uhamba nge public
transport.

-but you are pregnant you can't keep using public transport.

Me: why?

Luphelo: I don't trust other people's driving.

Me: it's about you again isn't it?

He exhaled.

Luphelo: hayi Mamakhe I care.

Me: about you. That's why you are here. You want to see me and you didn't
stop to consider whether or

Not I want to see you.

Luphelo: I'm sorry about what I did Hlalumi. I wish I could take it back but I
can't. I don't even remember what happened. I feel like I was drugged-

Me: we all drink too much at times and do dumb shit but we don't ever
stoop down to the level of saying we were drugged.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: baby ndiyakthanda yevah?

-I love you.

Me: <no reply>

Luphelo: ndicela uphuza isusu sakho?

-can I please kiss your belly?

Me: khawuleza.

-hurry.

He kissed the center of my belly... And then his lips started moving
upwards. I inhaled as his kiss went north until he reached my cleavage. He
used his left hand to caress my breast and my nipples hardened just by
feeling him touching my thighs with his right hand. He kissed my neck and
when he looked into my eyes as if he wanted to look for consent
somewhere inside them to kiss me, I thought about him doing this to
another woman and that's when I lost it. I pushed him away and then
looked away. I was crying again.. I wanted to slap him but I didn't want to
introduce abuse in our relationship.

Luphelo: ndicela uxolo Hlalumi.

-I'm sorry.

Me: just fucking drive. And don't talk to me again.

I said whilst feeling exasperated. He reluctantly started the car and then
drove away.

Being at home was hell. It was cold, lonely and depressing. I had so many
questions to ask my husband but I wasn't sure I was ready for the answers
yet so I stayed in our bedroom all evening long and just watched TV. He
was sleeping in the guest bedroom and my body was craving to be with
him but I couldn't give in that easily to my need for a cheater.

I heard a knock downstairs so I turned the TV down and that's when I

heard my Mom's voice yelling.

Mommy: Hey wena Luphelo!!! Why are you hurting my daughter like this?!
Luphelo: Pat ndicela unga nxoli.

-please don't make a noise.

Mommy: oh so you cheat on my daughter and the biggest issue to you right
now is my noise levels? A NDI ZO NGA NXO LI.

I went downstairs to assist the situation.

Me: Mama ufuna ntoni apha?

-what are you doing here?

Mommy: ndizok thatha Ncumolwethu.

-I'm here to take you.

Luphelo: Pat ndiyakthanda. Uyayazi ndikhloniphile Kodwa awuzo hamba

nomfazi wam.

-I love you. You know I respect you but you are not going to leave with my
wife.

Mommy: ngumntanam lona Luphelo. Uzalwa ndim. Ukhuliswe ndim. She

belongs to me.

-this is my child. I birthed her. I raised her.

Luphelo: watshatwa ngubani?

-who married her?

Mommy: you don't deserve to be a husband-

Me: Mama!! Andiyi ndawu. I'm going to deal with the problems I have no
Luphelo apha endlini yethu. I will keep updating you as my mother because
I know you care but please... Let this go.

Mommy: wow.
Mom shook her head and then walked out of the house.

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I followed my mother out of the house.

Me: Mama ndicela ume.

-please stop.

Mommy: Ncumolwethu unje ngoku? Oko ibindim nawe onke leminyaka so

gqhiba udibana ne ndoda ngok uthetha nam ngoluhlobo?

-you are like this now? It's been you and I all these years and you meet a
man now you are speaking to me this way?

Me: suyenza lento Mama. Uyayazi I respect you but you can't just come
into Luphelo's house and disrespect him. Nawe you need to have
boundaries. I can handle this.
Mommy: how are you handling it xawu lapha naye?

-when you are here with him?

I was seriously getting annoyed.

Me: do you encourage all of your clients to leave their partners after they
cheat or is it just me Mama?

Tears fell from her eyes.

Mommy: ndinomsindo Ncumo! I went through hell and back for you and I
will be damned if Luphelo Jama thinks he can just hurt you like that.
Ungowam wena Ncumo. Mine.

-I'm angry... You're mine.

She cried and used her cars boot to support herself. I went to hug her and
we cried together.

Mommy: goduka mntanam.

-come home my child.

She pleaded.

Me: Mama look at me.. Luphelo cheated I know. But Mama let's not
pretend you don't know how loving he can be. Uyayazi lonto and nam
ndizama ukwenza i decision about my life and it needs me and me

alone. Nam ndingu mzali ngoku... Umfazi I'm not just your daughter. You
aren't used to sharing me I know but please be fair.

Mommy: fair? Mnk.

She scoffed before climbing into her car and then driving out. I bit my lip
before turning around and then walking into the house where Luphelo was
sitting on the couch.
Luphelo: uqumbile uMamakho?

-is your mother upset?

I nodded.

Luphelo: iya kuye kalok Majama. Andifuni unilwisa. That would be selfish.

-go to her. I don't want to make you two fight.

Me: nditshatile Luphelo makaphole.

-I'm married... She must chill.

He smiled.

Luphelo: uthini?

-what are you saying?

I tried to suppress a smile.

Me: nditshatile.

-I'm married.

Luphelo: nabani kengoku?

-to whom then?

He had me with that charm... That God damn charm of his and I knew that
if I give into his charm the next thing that will happen is me dropping my
panty for him.

Me: good night Luphelo.

I said as I walked back to our bedroom upstairs and then closed the door
behind me. I exhaled before switching the light off and then going to bed.
.

I woke up very early in the morning just to clean the house. I wasn't getting
enough sleep without my husband in bed with me so I woke up at 3 am to
start vacuuming in the living room. I made it spotless

and then moved to the kitchen where my motive was to erase the memory
of that bitch that was in my kitchen.

Luphelo must have came for a night snack because he saw me cleaning
and stopped me.

Luphelo: baby wenza ntoni?

-what are you doing?

Me: nguye lona bulele naye?

-is she the one you slept with?

Luphelo: baby suyenza lento Ndiyak cela.

-don't do this please.

Me: I shouldn't do this why Luphelo? Ufuna ndithini Zikhali? What more can
I do to make you happy? Ufuna i anal sex ngoku? Do you wanna stick a fist
in my pussy? What must I do to make you faithful to me?!

I asked whilst crying and using the kitchen counter top for stability. Luphelo:
Mamakhe you are perfect bendi nxilile - -I was drunk.

Me: Luphelo how drunk were you? I know the kind of alcohol you drink.
You drink whiskey not beer. And I know how you drink. You don't rush
utywala and you were on a trip with other businessmen who can afford
expensive bottles so you wouldn't have to rush to get drunk..And Luphelo I
know you so damn well. Xawu nxilile wena you never lose timing. You are
always yourself just slightly childish. So what the fuck happened?

-when you are drunk you never lose timing.

I wiped my tears and when I could see him clearly he was biting his lip...
Meaning he was thinking. I suppose he needed another lie.

Luphelo: ndicela sithethe ngalento uvuka kwethu.

-can we please talk about this when we wake up.

Me: Wow.

Luphelo: masambe siyolala.

-let's go to bed.

Me: Luphelo-

Luphelo: Hlalumi. Masiyolala.

His tone was so grave that I followed behind him and went to bed next to
him in the spare bedroom.

I woke up next to my child's father and I felt like feeding him Wasabi. I got
up and then I went to brush my teeth. My mother called my phone but I
didn't pick up because I wasn't in the mood for her drama this early in the
morning so I made breakfast as normal. Luphelo woke up a bit early this
time and greeted me.

Luphelo: Majama ndizak batala iR200 for ikiss. Nje ibenye sthandwa sam.
Nantsi.
-I will pay you R200 for a kiss. Just one my love. Here it is.

He took out a R200 note from his pocket.

Me: R200 qha?

-just R200?

Luphelo: andina cash kalok apha kum ndi phelele kulo R200.

-I do not have any cash on me I only have R200.

I opened my palm so he gave me the R200 which I took. I stuck to my end

of the deal and then gave him the closed mouth kiss he paid for.

Me: nantso i order yakho.

-there's your order.

Luphelo exhaled. He was suffering and I loved the way I was treating him. I
was hurting him without being a whore and I felt proud of myself.

I dished up our breakfast and then we ate in silence.

Luphelo: kwenzeka ntoni eJC?

-whats happening at JC?

Me: we don't discuss business at home.

Luphelo: okay.

I exhaled.

Me: you need to buy an architectural company. Take it over.

Luphelo: yazazi wena company ezinjalo that are wiling to sell?

-do you know of companies like that?

Me: thetha no Mandla.

-talk to Mandla.

Luphelo: akacinge.

-he would never.

Me: okay.

We continued eating in silence and then we took separate showers. We got

dressed and then took the same car to Jama Constructions.

°° Ovayo's perspective °°

I was in the kitchen when Yolanda came to me.

Yolanda: Ovayo.. LJ would like to see you.

Me: okay.

I dropped what I was doing and then I went to his office. He hates waiting
but I understood. In a construction company time is of the essence. And
besides that I like being around him. I like to observe the way he does
things. Figure out why Ncumolwethu left me for him. I really wish I was
more like him. I wish I was as funny as he can be. As smart as he is. As
rich, influential and confident as he is. I have been around him for so long
that he taught me how to handle women. How to put them on the palm of
your hand. And he's always calm. That's what I admire the most about him.

I knocked on his door and he told me to come in. He was smoking a cigar
while his office chair was faced towards his large window. He does that
when he's stressed.
Me: Ta Jay?

Ta Jay: uthi le degree yakho ngeye computer Mos?

-you say your degree is about computers?

Me: partially...

Ta Jay: Yey Ovayo andikwazi ukhumsha xandine stress mna translate'a.

-I can't speak English when I'm stressed so translate.

Me: uhm... Ewe 50% wayo.

Ta Jay: 50% yi half yayo Mos.

-that's half of it right?

Me: yeah...

How stressed is this guy?

Ta Jay: yakwazi u hack'a hotel footage? Cos ndayaz laminqundu ayizondi

Nika ukuba ndiba celile.

-can you hack hotel footage? Cos I know those asses won't give it to me if I
ask them.

Me: footage yaphi?

Ta Jay: kwi room.

Me: hay kalok Ta Phelo Uyayazi ukuba abakwazi ukubane camera

phakathi kwe hotel that's a violation of privacy. Mele Uyayazi lento uli
gqwetha fondin.

-you know they can't have cameras inside a hotel. You should know this
you are a lawyer.

He turned his office chair around and then he faced me.

Ta Jay: okay ungahamba.

-you can leave.

Me: ni right no Ma Jay?

-are you and Ma Jay alright?

Ta Jay: ndikfake i RKO keh mnake emfazini wam.

We both laughed.

Me: just asking otherwise I'm over her.

He shrugged his shoulders before I nodded and walked out of his office. I
lied. I still love Ncumolwethu.

And I will never stop.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I went to the Mercantile hospital to get a blood test because something

really didn't feel right. Everything that my wife had said was absolutely true
about how I drink

Because the last thing I remember drinking was a blue shot of some
alcohol that I didn't know and that was it. It didn't make sense at all for me
to go from tipsy to dead and having sex with someone out of the blue.

I saw my GP who gave me a letter of referral to a blood specialist informing

him what to look for. When I got there, there was about 6 people in front of
me so I waited. I was bored out of my mind and filled with anxiety.
When it was finally my turn, I had my blood drawn to not only check for the
drug but also test for HIV because Yonika fucks for a living and I can't be
selfish enough to bring this disease home to my innocent wife and son.. I
love them enough to relinquish my position in this family for their health. My
HIV results

were back faster, I was negative but I had to wait 40 minutes for the lab to
come back with my other results. Once the 40 minutes had expired, the
doctor told me that they found large traces of the sleeping pills which could
be linked to those that I had been using lately... Just greater. So that was a
confirmation that something had been used to put me in that deep sleep
state.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was at work when I received a direct message on Instagram from a

woman.

yonika_jhb: hey hlalumi. nice pictures.

mrs_hlalumijama: thank u ❤

yonika_jhb: your husband was at jhb last week

mrs_hlalumijama: why are u asking?

yonika_jhb: im not asking I'm telling ☺

mrs_hlalumijama: cool.
yonika_jhb: did he tell you we fucked? he paid me but not all my money
and he's ignoring my calls. im a prostitute lol. so if you wanna call me a
home wrecker save your breath I was just working.

mrs_hlalumijama: how much does he owe u?

yonika_jhb: R3700 outstanding.

mrs_hlalumijama: will pay u if I see proof that he hired u.

She sent about 5 pictures of them in bed together. Luphelo was sleeping in
every single picture. It was undeniably him. I felt my temperature rising,
heart rate accelerating and my temples were throbbing. Tears fell from my
eyes and my throat was burning. I opened the bottle of water by my desk
and then called my mother immediately. I was shaking.

Mommy: Ncumo kunini-

Me: ndicela uzondi Landa emsebenzini torho.

-please come and fetch me from work.

Mommy: utheni?

-what happened?

Me: lanja ndiyibiza umnyeni ilala nonorhosha. Izondi Landa Mama before
ndiwe!! I can't take this.

-that dog that I call a husband is sleeping with prostitutes. Come and fetch
me before I faint.

Mommy: ndiyeza.

-I'm coming.

She dropped her phone while I exhaled on my seat, trying to calm myself
down for the Sake of my baby. I thought I could be a starring for our
relationship... Handle this shit but I cannot stay married to a muthafucker
who can't go without sex to the point where he would pay thousands for it
when we aren't in the same place.

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yonika_jhb:

hello??

still need my money sis.

hlalumi? need more proof?

mrs_hlalumijama: relax u will get your money I'm at work so u have to wait.
I'm doing u a favour so don't harass me like u fucked me.

yonika_jhb: okay.

I didn't know where I got the courage to reply to this whore but something
in me was so hurt that at this point I was just saving face. My mother
arrived in my office looking all kinds of worried.

Mommy: u Right sthandwa sam?

Me: ha.a mama.

Mommy: masambe.

-let's go.

She helped me wipe my face then she took my stuff and we walked out of
the company. There were a few stares but since I'm pregnant they probably
thought I was just being hormonal emotional but no... I was really going
crazy at the hands of a black man. She took me into the car, helped me in
and then

strapped me in with the seat belt. She used to do that for me until I was in
my first year of University.

She went into her side of the car and then climbed into the driver's seat and
started the car.

Me: Mama uyaphi ngapho?

-where are you going that side?

I saw her taking a Different route that is going to lead us back to her house.

Mommy: ufuna ukuyaphi kanti Ncumolwethu?

-where do you want to go?

Me: ndifuna ukuya endlini yam ndiyobona ukuba ndi zothini ngo Luphelo.

-I want to go to my house and see what I'm going to do about Luphelo.

Mommy: Hlalumi uzo ghula ubene Aids ngok ndingak zalanga nayo ngenxa
yoxhasa indoda elala nonorhosha. Does he even care about the fact that
his actions can hurt his child? You are miserable and stressed and that's
unhealthy for the baby.

-you are going to become sick with Aids though I didn't birth you having
Aids by supporting a man who sleeps with prostitutes.
Me: Mama Intoyo goduka ayizo jikanto ngoba at some point I'm going to
have to deal with this. It doesn't matter when. I'm so tired of fighting him
and then having to fight you as well so if you don't want to listen to what I'm
telling you drop me off kwi taxi ndizoziyela eBluewater Bay.

She didn't reply. She just literally dropped me off at a spot where taxi's
usually stop.

Me: Mama?

Mommy: mela umzi wakho. Andizo kwazi ukukhusela umntana ubomi

bakhe bonke gqhiba ndim bukele ebulawa yindoda. Hlika. Mna ndazi
uNcumolwethu Sifora. Andisazi esisbhanxa singu Hlalumi Jama.

-stand for your home. I can't protect a child all her life and then watch her
being killed by a man. Get off.

I know Ncumolwethu Sifora. I don't know this fool Hlalumi Jama.

I was so betrayed but because Luphelo already exposed me to what it feels

like to be betrayed, I didn't care anymore. I took my stuff, got off and then I
waited for a taxi.

A taxi arrived and I sat on the seat in front right next to the driver. I hate
being there because everyone can see the side of your face so if you cry
everyone will be able to see.

Me: yimalini bhuti?

-how much is it?

Driver: uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: Bluewater bay.

Driver: yoh sisi asiyi pha straight kalok yacaca ungu mntu we moto wena.

-we aren't going there straight it's obvious you are a car owner.

I sniffed.

Me: ndizo Batala i R250 cela undise straight.

-I will pay R250 if you take me there straight.

The driver looked concerned when he saw my face.

Driver: yeka nzokusa straight for free.

-I will take you there straight.

I smiled. Me: enkosi. -thank you.

I was grateful for his kindness but still decided I was going to reward him
for his kindness once we get to my house with Luphelo's whiskey bottles.
He can't have the luxury to drink his sorrows away while I'm pregnant and
forced to deal with my issues head on. My phone kept ringing and I knew it
was Luphelo but I put my phone on silent.

The driver finally arrived at my house and Luphelo was in the yard about to
climb into his car. He probably was on his way to look for me.

Lady at the back: ayisentle lendlu.

-this is such a beautiful house.

Other lady: yeka indlu uthini nge ndoda?

-leave the house what are you saying about the man?

Me: ima bhuti ndizak Nika imali.

-wait brother I'm going to give you money.

Luphelo came to help me climb off and his beautiful eyebrows were tensed.

Luphelo: uhamba njan nge taxi Kodwa size kunye?

-how do you take a taxi knowing we came (to work) together.

Me: sapha i R300.

-give me R300.

He gave me the R300 so I went around, paid the driver and then thanked
him for his kindness before he drove away.

I always have this policy that I will never cause a scene or draw attention to
my marriage hence I waited until we were inside before I could finally
explode.

Luphelo: Ncumo umkelantoni?

-why did you leave?

Me: ubuzandi xelela nini ukuba the lady you fucked was actually a
prostitute?

-when were you going to tell me..

His face dropped.

Luphelo: Ncumo ndi suka esibhedlele ngok banazo i blood results zam to
confirm lento Bendiy thetha ukuba I was drugged.
-I just came from the hospital and they have my blood results to confirm
what I was saying that..

I was so God Damn annoyed with this drug story.

Me: stop fucking saying that Luphelo!! Stop and take responsibility for your
bullshit for once in your life!! Your bitch sent your pregnant wife pictures of
you two in bed together. How do you think that makes me feel?

I said whilst crying all over again.

Luphelo: take responsibility? For once in my life? Ncumolwethu all I have

been doing my whole life is taking responsibility for other people's bullshit
and I'm done. Ndiyak xelela apha ukuba I was drugged. Ndine results
Kodwa wena awufuni ukuva niks.

-I'm telling you that I was drugged. But you don't want to hear anything.

Me: uthi lo yonika ndini wakho ukuba umbatele qha ushorta nge R3 700 so
icacile buyazi lento buyenza Luphelo.

-this Yonika says you paid her but you are R3700 short so it's clear you
knew what you were doing.

Luphelo: Ncumo undazi more than I know myself. Look at those pictures
and ukuba umnyeni wakho ulala ngelo hlobo ndizo thatha intozam ndimke
because Andazi Yinton lento yenzekayo.

-if your husband sleeps like that I'm going to take my things and leave
because I don't know what's happening..

He said as the tears fell down his eyes. I cried too as I took my phone out
and then looked at the way he was sleeping. And that was not the way my
husband sleeps.. His body was spread, shoulders dropped, his fingers
were spread and his head was not properly aligned on the center of his
pillow where he usually sleeps. Luphelo's body is usually controlled when
he sleeps... He likes to keep to himself if he's not cuddling with me or he
sleeps in the fetal position as a way to protect himself and that's how I can
tell sometimes that the abuse he endured as a child came back to him
during the day. But he never let's himself go. And his shoulders are always
kept up, his hands are always closed or sometimes he will keep an open
hand but it is never opened because he always claims it makes the inner
part of his fingers cold. He really was drugged.

I put my phone down and then I went to hug him. We have never hugged
for that long in our entire relationship.

Me: I'm sorry baby.

Luphelo: it's okay. Ndicela uyolala Ncumo ndi diniwe.

-can I please go to sleep I'm tired.

I knew he was just emotionally fucked. I nodded.

Me: I'm going to go to my mother va baby. I will be back though.

Luphelo: okay.

I kissed his forehead and watched him walk up the stairs. I then took my
cellphone and texted the bitch asking for her number and she gave it to me
so I called her.

Yonika: hey Mrs Jama.

Me: hey. I want to give you the money in person.

Yonika: what's wrong with sending it through the bank?

Me: don't act like this is a normal transaction. I need to see you. Woman to
woman.

Yonika: fine. Where should we meet I don't know PE?

Me: where are you staying right now?

Yonika: I will text you.

Me: I will tell you where we should meet.

Yonika: okay. Bye.

I hung up and then took my car key. I walked out of the house, climbed into
my car and then drove to

The Mall where I looked for what I wanted and got it. Then I went back
Home.

I made dinner for my husband in the evening who was still a bit quiet. He
sat on the barstool opposite me and toyed with his food.

Me: baby I have to go to Mom again.

Luphelo: why?

Me: she's still a bit reluctant to believe what's going on.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: nditshate naye or kanye ndi tshate nawe Majama?

-am I married to her or am I married to you?

He was mad so I went to his side and put his head on my cleavage. He
always submits whenever I put him there.

Me: Mqocwa, Jojo, Tiyeka, Zikhali Mazembe, wena Butsolo bentonga,

wena Mabombo, Ngcolosi...hlisa umoya kalok Mbizana. Utshate nam and
that's why I'm still here. But a wife needs her mother's support. Avah
Tiyeka?

He nodded.
Me: I would kill for you, uyevah?

He smiled so I kissed him and then we finished up eating. After supper, I

had to leave so I reminded the bitch about our appointment via phone call
and she said she hadn't forgotten.

I finally arrived at our meeting place at Kabega Park and waited.

Me: Mamela keh Kumkani boy. Unyoko uzolwa ngok ingathi ngewu bamba
noba yi liver yam or i rib uzikhusele cos andizoqheleka kakubi mna
ngomnyeni wam mna.. Ayzokwenzeka lokaka.

-listen Kumkani. Mommy is going to fight now I suggest you hold even a
liver or a rib of mine and protect yourself because I'm not going to be
disrespected with my husband. That shit isn't going to happen.

I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. I was shaking from anger because
my mind couldn't erase the thought that maybe this bitch drugged my
husband and raped him. Luphelo has already been down that road before
and if I could think about it I'm sure deep inside he knew there was a
possibility it could have happened but he is a man and can't say it. It killed
me to think that in the midst of such pain, he still had to fight for his
marriage. I saw her pull up in a small Yaris so I took my ring off, wore my
brass knuckles and my hoodie cap on. I tucked the small baseball bat I
bought in my hoodie and then got out of my Range Rover.

The bitch came out of her car, strutting her stuff in her Bathu sneakers.

Yonika: so... Hi. Where's my money.

Me: before I give it to you I need to ask you something... Do the Jama's
look like a couple to fuck with?

Yonika: what do you me-

She couldn't even finish her sentence before I shot a disastrous metallic
punch to her face which broke her nose. That punch knocked her down and
she bled and cried immediately.

Yonika: Hlalumi!

Me: Did you rape my husband Yonika?!! He was fucking drugged did you
rape my husband?

I asked as I knelt down and picked her up using her neck only to punch her
again.

Yonika: I didn't rape him...

She pushed the words out of her bloody mouth but it still didn't satisfy me
so I pulled out my baseball bat and struck her ribs. She yelled out in agony.

Me: then explain what happened to my husband. Cacisa mqund wakho.

-explain you ass.

She coughed out blood so I kicked the side of her head to encourage her to
speak faster.

Yonika: Mandla... He asked me.. To take photos... In bed with LJ... We

didn't... Fuck. It was... Just...

Pictures.

Me: did anyone touch my God damn husband?!

She coughed.

Me: phendula!!!

-answer.

I grabbed her hair and then bashed her head against the tar and she cried.
Yonika: no one touched him I swear. We... All... Let... Him sleep.

The tears fell from my eyes. I was livid. I got up and then wiped her blood
on my clothes.

Me: I don't give a shit about anything in this world except my husband and
my son Yonika. Touch them I eliminate you. So go back to Joburg and
when you are ever assigned to try anyone's husband go ahead but when
you see Hlalumi's husband run mqund wakho run.

I said as I left her to suffer alone, climbed into my car and then I drove
away.

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I drove home and parked my car inside the yard. I wore my ring, took off
my bloody clothes and then I put them in my little sports bag which I keep
in my backseat for emergency essentials. I then took my sports bag, closed
and locked my car before walking into the house where my husband was
sitting on the kitchen counter. His back was faced towards me so he
couldn't see me walking in nor hear me because he was on the phone
laughing.

Luphelo: uyikaka Kodwa Yanga anzok fihlela uyikaka. Ungena njani kwi
contract ungay fundi?

-you're shit though I'm not going to hide it from you you're shit. How do you
enter a contract without reading it?

(pause)

Luphelo: kalok wena ungene kwi suspensive contract so in terms of lo

contract you are supposed to get imali yakho nge 31st ka September. Le
inga zange yathi gqhi.

-you entered a suspensive contract so in terms of the contract you are

supposed to get your money on the 31st of September. That which has
never came by.

He laughed hysterically.

Luphelo: hay subana worry this is easy I will just claim that the contract is
void since there is no possibility of there being a September 31st which
means you can claim for restitution and thus get your money back... Yeah
okay don't stress about it. Moja bawo.

He hung up and then he got off the kitchen counter and saw me.

Luphelo: kudala ulapha?

-have you been here for long?

Me: no I just got here. It's the sexiest thing to listen to you go from talking
about suspensive contracts and restitution to saying moja bawo.

Luphelo: ndi lawei nase court keh. Nday xelela ne judge ukba hay 70
ngawe fondin Yinton ngok ngathi uzas phatha efokothweni ngok?

-I'm like that even in court.

I laughed. He is such a liar.

Me: suxoka Tatakhe. I have something to tell you.

-don't lie.

Luphelo: yeah?

Me: I didn't go to my mother. I actually went to meet up with uYonika.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: Majama sizilungisile izinto nje-

-we fixed things-

Me: ndiyayazi Jama but I couldn't help but to feel like maybe.. She raped
you. And I know deep inside you thought about it too and that's why I went
to meet up with her. But sthandwa sam.. It didn't happen, okay?

A tear escaped his eye as soon as he heard that she didn't touch him.
Luphelo is such a sensitive and emotional man. I forget that about him
sometimes. He cries easily when he is in the presence of people who make
him feel safe. He wiped his tears with his skin because he was topless.

Luphelo: uyamkholelwa baby?

-do you believe her?

I nodded.

Me: uthi she only posed for the pictures because uMandla asked her to.

Luphelo wasn't even surprised. We received a knock on the door.

.
The knock interrupted us and Luphelo went to open the door while I went to
hide my sportsbag in the oven. I didn't have time to tell Luphelo what
happened and my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest from fear
but if I had to do what I did again I would. I have no regrets. Fuck with
mines and that's what you get.

Luphelo opened the door and there were two policemen standing behind it.
The bane of Luphelo's existence.

Luphelo: ndingani nceda?

-can I help you?

Policeman: speak English buddy. You know we can't understand.

Luphelo: ndingenaphi mna apho?

-and what does that have to do with me?

Policeman: fucking hell. Do you know Ncumolwethu Jama?

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu Jama? Utheni umntuwam?

-what about my person?

Policeman: yeses really man. How can you live in a house this big and not
be able to speak English? do you know that you are commiting an
obstruction of justice by pretending you cannot speak English to an officer
of law.

Luphelo: I am not in anyway obligated to speak English just because you

are white. You are in my property you should be understanding me not me
understanding you. Im an advocate so please don't go down this road with
me. Go play with your gun or something.

He exhaled. Luphelo was having fun on the expense of this policeman and
I was concerned that it might cause bigger problems for me.

Policeman: just tell us where Ncumolwethu Jama is.

I walked over to the door.

Me: here I am.

Policeman: Mrs Ncumolwethu Jama you are under arrest for gruesome
assault. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you-

Luphelo: Assault? When did this happen? Ncumolwethu?

Me: xolo Luphelo.

-I'm sorry.

Luphelo: do you have evidence of what you are charging her for? If not I
suggest you leave my wife the fuck alone. She's pregnant... I will fucking
sue your entire station if you find no evidence and she gets hurt inside that
cell.

Policeman: it's a risk we are willing to take.

He said as they cuffed me and put me into the policevan. Luphelo tried to
get inside with me but they obviously wouldn't allow him and I have never
seen Luphelo that angry in his life. He ran to look our front door then he
climbed into his car and followed behind the policevan.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I called the station commander who owes me a favour and asked him to
help get my wife out of jail and he said he isn't even in town so I would
have to wait about 5 hours for him to get there since he has to release her
personally and not make any calls. So I called my father and asked him to
come to the station alone without my mother because she would add some
unnecessary stress. I waited in the car for my father and when we walked
into the station Pat was already there.

Dad: oh lavele la right ilizwe.

-and the world became alright.

Pat was annoyed and so was I. But she was more annoyed by me more
than anything.

Pat: Luphelo uyabona ukuba ubufebe bakho bumbekephi umntanam?

-can you see where your promiscuity has put my child?

I really wasn't in the mood to reply to her but I had to out of respect.

Me: Pat ndicela sithethe ngalento xasisodwa.

-can we talk about this when we are alone.

She exhaled before looking down.

Dad: awusemhle.

-you are so beautiful.

Me: Timer khayeke mahn.

-please stop.

Pat: ufuzile Luphelo sudikwa. Uyindoda etshatileyo ethanda amankazana

ufuze uyihlo.

-you take after him don't be annoyed. You are a married man that loves
women just like your father.

Me: awundazi Pat. Ndicela ungand fanisi nalomntu.

-you don't know me. Please don't compare me to this person.

Senior: mnk ukhulise umntana nge Nestlé njema intanga zakhe zazisitya
ipapa akhule athi ungandi fanisi na lomntu mnk.

-you raise a child with Nestlé while his peers would eat pap then he grows
up and says 'don't compare me to this person'.

Pat: mxm khathule.

-keep quiet.

Dad: Pat Yaz lento yethu inga sebenza. Khajonge... uHlalumi ufana nawe,
uLuphelo ufana nam. Inga sebenza lento.

-this thing of ours would work. Look... Hlalumi looks like you and Luphelo
looks like me. This would work.

Pat: andiwa funi amadoda. Ndizibone bone sendi banjwa mna.

-I don't want men. And see myself getting arrested.

Dad: Pat une drama Kodwa jonga naye Luphelo yenzekile lento yenzekile
kuwe Kodwa ndlela le azithanda ngayo impundu Ude alile. Wena...
Yenzeka kanye awufuni ndoda. Khathathe noba yi textbook enye noba
ngeye first year Yale psychology yakho ufunde how to be strong.

-Pat you are dramatic though. Look the same thing had happened to
Luphelo but he loves ass so much that he even cries. You... This happened
once but you don't want any man. Just take one first year psychology
textbook and read how to be strong.

Pat laughed.

Pat: wazi nton wena nge first year? Yayazi University? Or wawusiya for uyo
Bukela u Luphelo e graduate'a.

-what do you know about a first year? Do you know University? Or did you
go there to watch Luphelo graduate?

My dad laughed. It was good to watch them talk and laugh but I was
stressed as fuck.
.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was released earlier than I had expected. I was cold, hungry and
miserable but all of those emotions faded when I saw my husband. I ran
into his arms and he hugged me tightly.

Luphelo: xolo yevah Majama?

-I'm sorry.

Me: it's okay.

I saw my father in law and my

Mother and as much as I felt like crying I knew I had to be strong. Mom
looked pissed as fuck though.

Senior: hey Majama hay undoyikisile xaku thiwa ubanjiwe qhonda

uKumkani angazalwa sena bantu abaziyo ngaphakathi etrongweni sibone
ngaye enga funi ukuya eDay care ngoba ufuna ukuba lapha.

-you scared me when they said you are arrested because I was thinking
Kumkani will be born already knowing people inside prison and we'll see
him not wanting to go to day care because he wants to be here.

I laughed through my pain and lethargy.

Me: ha.a Tata it's nothing serious.

Mom: nothing serious? Ncumolwethu... Yaz let me just leave before I hurt
your feelings. Ndigoduse wena.
-take me home.

My mom bossed Senior who walked out with her and we followed behind
them.

My husband helped me into the car and strapped me in with the safety belt.
It was already morning so the sky was melancholy and grey.

Luphelo: Lumi ka Phelo?

Me: mhm?

Luphelo: ndiyabulela.

-I'm grateful.

Me: it's okay Sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: no awuyazi Majama kunjani... To have to walk around not

knowing what happened to you... And then my wife just...Andazi kutheni
undazi kangaka it's like you can read my mind... I didn't have to tell you
that's what I'm thinking you knew. I don't want you to ever have to do
something like this again sthandwa sam but... The respect I have for you
now is greater than it was Izolo. Not to mention the love I have for you...
You redefine what it means to be a wife. Mna I think hlambi uMandla
becinga uyaso hlukanisa ngalento ayenzileyo but instead he brought us
closer to each other. Because you showed me that you stopped running
and now you are starting to fight for our marriage. And your chill when they
arrested you it's as if you knew what you were doing had those
consequences and you didn't give a fuck. You did it anyway. Ndiyakthanda
Mamcethe.

Me: ndingenza nantoni na for the best husband in the game.

-I would do anything..

We laughed as he held his fist out and I gave him a fist bump. I then
rubbed my belly and spoke to our son who was up and stretching.

Me: Kumie when you grow up please be a husband like your daddy?
Please study hard so you can afford to take care of your wife, help her find
her feet by giving her a job in your company... Respect your wife ufane no
Tatakho cos even when he's mad at mommy he will still call her sthandwa
sam... Afford to buy her a car just for falling pregnant. Trust me it's not
about the car but when a man rewards you for falling pregnant which is the
most natural thing in the world... It changes your perspective about the
man.

Grow up and be a faithful man like your father is... He has never ever
cheated on your mother. Zithande impundu mntanam but thanda ezomfazi
wakho qha njengo Tatakho. And make your wife laugh. If you

do all those things... And if you do them well... you will become her
weakness. And anyone that touches you will know the depths of the love of
a happy wife.

Luphelo: ngathini Ithi kanti uKumkani umamele i earphones so akakvanga?

-what if Kumkani is listening to earphones so he didn't hear you?

Me: hay ptsek keh.

We both laughed as he took my hand and kissed it.

.
Insert 58

Luphelo bought a McDonald's Mega McMuffin for me and an Oreo

McFlurry which I poured on my McMuffin like I usually do.

Luphelo hates this combination but he knew I deserved it after all that I
have been through hence he didn't complain. He bought his nuggets which
I kept feeding him along the way and he would eat a nugget then kiss the
tip of my fingers. He's so romantic at times... Honestly.

We arrived at the house, he parked the car in the driveway and then helped
me out. I was so tired that I really wasn't going to make it for work today.

Me: baby uyaya emsebenzini?

-are you going to work?

Luphelo: no I will cancel my meetings ndihlale nawe.

-and stay with you.

Me: don't you have important meetings to get to?

Luphelo: none are as important as you.

I smiled.

Me: that's flattering Tiyeka but you have to hustle. Phangela.

-go to work.

Luphelo: I know I wanted you to face our problems head on but I didn't say
change. I fell in love with my childish wife who feels entitled to my time.

I giggled.

Me: ayika jiki lonto I still feel entitled to your time but your free time. Not the
time you have to work for your son.

-that hasn't changed.

Luphelo: Funeka akhule eflex'a kanene.

-he has to grow up flexing.

Me: qondile Ta Jay.

-true.

Luphelo: shot Ma Jay nguwe lona?

-is this you?

Me: ndim huzet?

-it's me why?

Luphelo: sentsho yandcisha.

-I'm just saying you are killing me.

I giggled before pulling him closer to me and then we kissed. He kissed me

against the wall with his hands wrapped around my waist and his body
pressed against me. Kumkani was kicking, causing a distraction between
us.

Luphelo: khame kwedin mahn.

-wait a minute boy damn.

I giggled with our lips still touching and kissed him again. He grabbed my
butt and pulled me even closer to him and we continued our make out
session.

After we were done kissing, we went to take a shower together and he got
dressed for work.

Luphelo: awoyiki uhlala wedwa? Hlambi ndingakusa ekhaya uyolinda pha.

-aren't you scared of being alone? Maybe I could take you to my home and
you could wait there.

Me: hehake Tatakhe andimdala.

He laughed.

Luphelo: I'm just trying to be extra cautious kalok sthandwa sam.

Me: if I get there Uyayazi your dad will be on my neck Endi ghezela I'm
good.

He smiled.

Luphelo: sumfaka entloko lamntu.

-don't put that person in your head.

He said as he came to sit on the bed next to me.

Luphelo: I'm leaving ngok sthandwa sam call me if you need anything.

Me: I need dick baby.

Luphelo: eyiphi baby?

-which one?

Me: lena.

-this one.

Luphelo: yikhuphe ndiybone.

-take it out so I can see it.

I smiled as I went to unzip his pants and then I pulled it out of his
underwear. I then proceeded to suck his dick. I know it's more for the man
than for the woman but have you ever sucked the dick of a man who can
afford you? Shit tastes like ice cream. His cum tastes like vanilla. He
moaned and hearing him exhaling because of my tongue was the best form
of hype in the world. He gently ran his fingers through my hair and gently
pulled me up using my hair so I could look at him. He kissed me, before
laying me down and then fucking me. We haven't done this in days so it felt
new to me for some reason. Having my husband between my thighs was
the most electrifying feeling in the world. There was nothing in the world
between us... Except well Kumie but he's such a huge part of us that it
didn't matter. He came inside me and then he kissed the inner part of my
thighs.

Luphelo: nzoba late sthandwa sam. Ndicela uhamba.

-I'm going to be late my love. Can I please leave?

Me: okay.

I wore my slippers and then I walked him out and kissed him good bye
before going back to bed.

.
My mother called me and asked me if she could see me. So I told her that I
was at home and she could come. She arrived after 15 minutes and she
had a gift for Kumie with her.

Mommy: Molo mntanam.

Me: hi mommy.

I hugged her.

Mommy: u Right?

-are you alright?

Me: yeah I'm alright. I'm just tired.

Mommy: Ncumolwethu... Kwenzeka ntoni ngawe?

-whats going on with you?

Me: Mama my husband was drugged. He woke up thinking that he slept

with another woman. And instead of hiding that from me...he manned up
and told me the truth because he is a man of integrity. Then I get a DM
from a prostitute claiming she slept with him because she and some other
people were conspiring against us. I saw the pictures and the first thing that
went through my mind because I know how Luphelo sleeps... Is was he
raped? Do you expect me to sit back and do nothing about that? If you
really do then we should stop talking right now because we are never going
to agree on anything moving forward.

Mommy: can we at least agree on the fact that you grew up too fast?

Me: yes.

I mumbled. Mom exhaled.

Mommy: Ncumolwethu I'm upset because the pain I'm feeling is equivalent
to how you would feel if you did everything for Luphelo and he turned
around and loved another woman more than you. I know I shouldn't have
loved you so damn much because it would make me unable to let you go
but Ncumo... It hurts that you are so happy and I have nothing to do with
that. I feel useless and I feel empty. I also feel lonely. But mntanam I am
happy for you. I know that Luphelo is a great husband. He loves you and I
see it in his eyes when he looks at you. But mntanam kuyo yonke lento I
want you to understand your worth and to never settle for a cheating man.
If he can cheat on a beautiful woman with great skin, a full cleavage, hips,
huge thighs and an African ass... Then he doesn't know what he wants and
it will never get better.

Me: ndiyayazi lonto Mama.

-i know that mom.

Mommy: otherwise Hlalumi Jama ndizok yeka uhoye umtshato wakho nge
ndlela yakho ndiku xhase as your mother. If you still need me around if not
I will understand.

-I will let you handle your marriage your way..

Me: I will always need you Mama kalok Subanje.

She giggled as we hugged and kissed out our problems. She then gave me
the box of little Nike sneakers for Kumie which were so adorable that I had
to send his father a picture who replied with "umshiya naban uphaqa"
which was such an anti climax.

°° Ovayo's perspective °°

I was with Ta Phelo in the car, waiting for Mandla. He didn't tell me why we
were waiting for him but I could tell he was getting annoyed in the car as he
smoked his cigar.
Me: Ta Jay khaze eyi 1 kalok.

-give me 1.

Ta Jay: Tshayiwe. Ayo nkawza le.

-you're crazy. This isn't a cigarette.

I exhaled. Me: Ndakcela.

-I'm begging you.

Ta Jay: mamela kwedin... Ndine company eziy 2 namhlanje kuba

akhomntu waye funa ukundi tshayisa i cigar. Ndiyak motivate'a lewei.

-listen boy... I have two companies today because no one wanted to let me
smoke their cigar. I'm motivating you.

Me: mxm.

He laughed before exhaling the fumes and then fixing his plain gold Rolex.

Me: Ta Jay andifuni ubangathi Ndiyak delela but wenza njani ukuba u
Majama makaknike?

-I don't want to seem like I'm disrespecting you but how did you get
Majama to give it to you?

He laughed hysterically.

Ta Jay: khajonge obubuso fondin. Nga fika uyand funa wena ngoku qha
yonqena ukutsho cos Yandazi andiyo two pin plug.

-just look at this face. It could be that you want me but you are afraid to say
so because you know I'm not gay.

I laughed.

Me: hay Ta Jay ndi serious.

Mandla's car pulled up so Luphelo and I got out. He came out of his own
car and then he met us next to Luphelo's Cayenne.

Mandla: Jama.

Ta Jay: ja Mthethwa. Ndi vile ngalento yenzeke eJoburg.

-i heard about this thing that happened in Joburg.

He said as he slowly removed his watch. Mandla probably knew what was
coming but he must have panicked and froze into one place. Luphelo
handed his watch over to me.

Mandla: what are you talking about Jama?

Ta Jay: the drugging, the pictures... Trying to fuck with my marriage. Do

you know how long it took me to love someone?

Mandla: heh LJ-

Ta Jay: jonga nzak khaba ngoku.

Andifuni uthi ndikuzumile.

-look I'm going to kick your ass now. I don't want you to say I caught you off
guard.

Mandla: Jama-

He couldn't even finish his sentence because Luphelo threw a punch which
landed on the center of his face. He didn't even wait for Mandla to fall down
because he grabbed him on his way down and drove Mandla's head
straight into his knee which made a grown man cry.

Me: Ta Jay hayi!!

I yelled but it didn't help. He took Mandla's lifeless body and single
handedly threw him against the grill of his Cayenne and his bumper was
bent by the force of Mandla's head who had now probably suffered several
brain traumas. Luphelo wasn't done because he kicked Mandla in the balls
before strangling him until Mandla lost consciousness. Then he bent down
and felt his pulse. It was still beating. I was too scared to even come close
to him at this point. That was the fastest beatdown I have ever seen in my
life. Luphelo doesn't play. He was able to knock a grown man out in about
20 seconds. That's some MMA shit.

He got up and then he dragged Mandla's body to his car before returning
back to his car. I sat awkwardly on the passenger seat, afraid for my life but
we were in the middle of nowhere therefore I needed his transport.

Me: ugrand Ta Jay?

Ta Jay: yeah. Wena?

Me: I'm fine.

He cracked his bloody fingers before starting the car and then driving off.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

My husband came home when I was cooking dinner for us.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi baby.

He hugged me and then he kissed me.

Me: Ovayo texted me. And he told me what happened.

Luphelo: bend qhela ikaka Kodwa uMandla Hlalumi.

-he was disrespecting me.

Me: I know sthandwa sam.. Are you okay?

Luphelo: yeah. I'm okay.

Me: good... Cos uMama bezile naye and she's seemingly understanding
that I don't need her to tell me what to do with my marriage.

Luphelo: bexakwe Yinton kwasek qhaleni.

-what was so hard from the beginning?

Me: Tiyeka...

Luphelo: xolo sthandwa sam. Andilambanga Kodwa..i just want to take a

shower ndilale.

Me: okay I will finish up and then simke because nam Andilambanga.

Luphelo: okay.

He went upstairs as I finished cooking. Once I was done, I switched off the
stoves and then I went upstairs to Luphelo who had just finished
showering.

Luphelo: awufuni massage?

-don't you want a massage?

Me: ewe yhu... This pregnancy is taking a toll on my body.

Luphelo: ubotsho kalok Hlalumi.

-you should say so.

Me: aw The Finisher mahn. Husband goals.

He laughed.

Luphelo: Uyayazi.
He took some musk flavored rubbing cream and asked me to undress. I
stripped completely and tried to lie on my stomach... It was a bit
uncomfortable because of my belly so I had to elevate myself a bit by being
on all fours.

Luphelo: baby this view... Uyay qhonda phof ukuba undibonisa impundu.

-do you realise that you are showing me ass?

I giggled.

Me: oh Luphelo nditye keh.

-fuck me then.

He laughed before inserting himself inside me.

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.
After we had our 3 rounds of sex, my husband fell asleep while I had to
take a shower to get rid of all of the cum he left inside me. After showering,
I lotioned, got dressed in my pyjama and then I kissed him. He was
sleeping so peacefully but again... Shoulders were up, body was controlled
and the head was aligned perfectly in the middle of his pillow.

His phone rang and Although I never made it a habit to, I answered. The
caller ID read "Reid".

Me: Luphelo's phone hello?

Reid: you must be Hlalumi. His wife?

I smiled. I really can't get enough of that.

Me: yes I am.

Reid: I'm happy to finally speak to you Majama. Uphi lamnyeni wakho?

-where is that husband of yours?

Me: yhu usando lala. And andifuni nomvusa ngoba khange alale izolo.

-he just fell asleep. And I don't even want to wake him up because he didn't
sleep yesterday.

Reid: okay no Akukho nxaki. But mamela Hlalumi before ucime i phone...
Enkosi mahn ngalento uyenzele uMjita wam. Luphelo zayeli hule eKapa...
Phof sonke sasingama hule sisezi ntwana Kodwa yena hay waye extra.
Kodwa eJoburg ndibone uLuphelo encama impundu wayolala uMjita kuse
early kuthi. Ndiyeke nalonto yoku dyolela umfazi wam ngoba ndizi bonile
ukuba Akukho excuse ukuba kuno retire'isha uLuphelo wonke akhomntu
ungeno yeka.

-no problem. Listen Hlalumi before you hang up, thank you for what you did
for my friend. Luphelo was a whore in Cape Town... We all were when we
were boys but Luphelo was extra. But in Joburg I saw Luphelo giving up
ass and he went to sleep when it was still early to us. I have stopped
cheating on my wife because I saw there is no excuse. If Luphelo of all
people can retire then anyone can stop.
I looked at my husband's sleeping body and smiled. I love him.

Me: I needed to hear that. Enkosi bhuti.

Reid: no problem. Good night Hlalumi.

Me: good night Reid.

He hung up so I put my man's phone on my bedside and then cuddled

behind him. I kissed his shoulder and then went to sleep.

I woke up with a nosebleed on the following morning so I hurriedly made it

to the en suite so that I could wipe my nose. That was a scary sight
because the last time I had nose bleeds was literally when I was in the
lower grades of primary school. I blew my nose after wiping it and then
threw my toilet paper in the toilet and flushed. I rubbed my belly because I
knew this was associated to my pregnancy and I couldn't wait until I give
birth. This isn't what I signed up for. Pregnancy is adorable on paper but
when you actually have to go through it yourself it is hell.

The best husband in the game woke up and then he came to grab my ass
while I brushed my teeth. I was too tired to entertain him so I just rinsed my
mouth and then wiped it.

Me: kuyabuliswa Luphelo.

-people greet.

Luphelo: cimba biyi ntoni la ass grab?

-what do you think that ass grab was?

Me: mnk. If you were in the hunger games you wouldn't die because of the
danger you would die due to a lack of sex.

He laughed.

Luphelo: qondile.

He said as he took his dick out of his boxers and then urinated. Me: baby
let's take a bath for once and enjoy each other's company. All we ever do is
shower.

Luphelo: okay Sthandwa sam.

We kissed a closed mouth kiss before I went to the main bathroom and ran
our bathwater. I was already naked and walking around Luphelo's house
naked was the cherry on top of my dream of getting married and having
children. He came to join me so we bathed, lotioned and then got dressed.
I took my wig and then made my husband wear it so I could iron it.

Luphelo: andiyazi Lena ndiyenziswayo.

-I don't know this that I'm forced to do.

I laughed.

Me: baby sushukuma.

-don't move.

He sulked as I started by brushing my wig.

Me: baby your brows.

I sulked as I removed my wig from his face and drew attention to his face.
He looks like Sihle's twin sister. The resemblence was too much.

Luphelo: mxm khasuse ezinwele Ntikazi.

-remove this hair.

I laughed as I switched on the iron. He was complaining but I hadn't even
started.

°° Ovayo's perspective °°

I went to knock on the Boss's office door.

Ta Jay: come in.

I opened the door and he was talking to his wife. My ex girlfriend.

Ncumolwethu. My heart breaks everytime I see them together but I have a
really great job here that I cannot afford to fuck up because of my feelings.
And besides after what he did to Mandla I really didn't want to get on Ta
Jay's bad side.

Me: molweni.

They greeted me back. I caught a glimpse of Ncumolwethu's belly and it

was huge now. Whatever denial I was having was gone...like her. She's
now the mother of another man's baby irrespective of the plans we once
made together.

Me: Ta Jay?

Ta Jay: Iphi Rolex yam?

-where's my Rolex.

I took it out of my pocket and then I gave it to him. He checked it before

wearing it.

Ta Jay: enkosi. Mamela are you busy? I need a favour.

Me: no I'm not.

Ta Jay: okay ndicela uye phakum endlini uyolanda i external yam. Sine
meeting in 10 minutes ne Ntikazi so asokwazi ufika pha so wacebisa
uHlalumi ukuba ndicele wena since sewuyazi sihlalaphi. And we don't know
anyone else kle company personally besides you.

-please go to my house and fetch my external. We have a meeting in 10

minutes hence we can't get there so Hlalumi suggested that I ask you since
you know where we live.

I nodded.

Me: where is it?

He took a sticky note page and then he drew a map for me.. My woman left
me for a man who has to draw a map for the directions to rooms in his
house. She was forgiven.

Ta Jay: nantso. It's right on my desk.

-there is it.

He marked it with a butt shaped object which made Ncumo roll her eyes
while we laughed.

Me: ndicela imoto kalok.

-can I please have the car.

Ta Jay: yakwazi uqhuba baby lomntu?

-can this person drive?

She nodded so he gave me his keys.

Ta Jay: crash it uzondazi.

-you will know me.

Me: hay relax Ta Brock.

Ta Jay: qondile.

He said as I took the keys and walked out.

I went to Luphelo's car and then I unlocked it when I was a few feet away
from it. That's how he does it. He unlocks his car two meters away so
people can know that's his car. I climbed in and then I push button started
his car before driving off in his BMW X6 M. I have never been in a car with
4 exhaust pipes before. Never experienced such driving comfort. It really
must be amazing to be LJ.

I arrived at his house and then I parked outside, greeted his neighbors and
then walked into his house.

Me: Moja bawoooooo.

I yelled in the living room and it felt good. I could imagine that's the
entrance he makes when he comes home. I walked up the stairs whilst
following the map he drew for me and I tried to imagine how it must feel to
be a man who can afford this sort of lifestyle. His house is amazing... And it
had warmth. It was clear there was a woman living there with him. I opened
their main bedroom and the infusion of Hlalumi's expensive sweet perfume
and his cologne screamed power. I looked at their king sized made bed
and used my fingers to feel how soft the mattress is. I then went to open
Luphelo's closet and walked into it. His shoes were neatly placed on the left
hand side while his clothes occupied the right hand side. He had a perfect
balance of shoes and clothes. His closet looked like the closet of a baller. I
opened his drawers and found his watch collection on the top drawer.
Second drawer had his sunglasses. Third drawer had his chains and his
wedding ring which he wears sometimes. He looks cooler without it. And in
the forth drawer he had stacks of money. And socks. Along with a few
bottles of cologne.
I took my cellphone out and then I started an Instagram account. I chose a
user name: @phelo_jay. I started following people from other provinces,
made my account private and then I saved Luphelo's picture from
Ncumolwethu's page and then uploaded it on my profile. I had this deep
need to feel like him, be like him, have his confidence and be able to call
abantu iminqundu and

Have no consequences because I could and probably would beat the fuck
out of them. I thought about his fight with Mandla and the way that Luphelo
hit that knee and how fast he ended that fight meant that he did MMA at
some point in his life. So there is literally no way that I could beat him
unless I join a MMA club or shoot his brains out if he ever tried to teach me
a lesson about coming close to his wife.

I snapped out of my thoughts and then I went up to his office. The real
reason why I'm here. I went to open it and the external was exactly where
he said it would be. His office smelt like success, arrogance and power. He
had a painting of Fenrir behind him and I knew he sees himself in that wolf.
So I sat down on his office chair and listened to the leather compress... It
was a beautiful sound. His office phone rang. I picked it up. I deepened my
voice a bit.

Me: hello.

Caller: hello is this Mr Luphelo Jama?

Me: qondile.

Caller: okay asiyfumenanga i payment from Jama Constructions for the

timber we delivered on Tuesday.

Me: I'm sorry about that. Could you please email the quote to me and I will
take care of it.

Caller: okay no problem.

Me: yeah... So ndingak bona nini?

-when can I see you?

She giggled.

Caller: heh utshatile nje. I follow your wife so..

-you're married.

Me: so? Uzoncama obubuso fondin?

-are you going to let go of this face?

She laughed.

Caller: okay keh... I'm free namhlanje ngo 8.

Me: okay that's fine. Yayaz Mos ndifuna impundu kuwe qha and that's it.

-you know I just want ass from you.

She choked. But recovered.

Caller: okay.

Me: sure. Give me your number. I will tell you when we will meet.

She gave me her number and her name. I was surprised this is how easy
women throw themselves at Ta Jay. It was also surprising that he has not
fucked any of them. I have cheated on Ncumo although I had nothing... But
here a rich man who is double the man I am, keeping her on a pedastal.
And that's where the frustration kicks in for a man like me. I dropped the
phone after talking to this floozy and then exhaled. Took the external and
then walked out.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

It was Friday night so my husband asked me out on a date. It was the

cutest thing ever to hear him shyly say "cela siye kwi date Majama" with the
slightly bitten lip and puppy eyes to back up his request. I accepted so I
went to dress up at Bluewater Bay and he dressed up at Humewood. And
we arrived in different cars to The Coachman.

When I got there, he was already seated with a glass of whiskey on his
table. He looked so handsome. He had a turtle neck on with a blazer above
it, tight fitted jeans with his leather Italian shoes. I wore a knee length velvet
dress with my thigh high Aldo boots which were a gift from him. I also
brought the handbag he bought and he stood up when I arrived.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi.

We hugged and he grabbed my ass slightly. We were in public but Luphelo

never cared about that. I giggled whilst pushing him away then we got
seated.

Luphelo: awusemhle Ntikazi.

-you are so beautiful.

He said as he fiddled underneath the table.

Me: baby what are you doing?

Luphelo: I'm shifting my dick.

I laughed. Me: already?

Luphelo: the cleavage Mamakhe. He stared.

Me: hay subasi sfebe. Tonight is about us... So we can reconnect.

Luphelo: hehake Dstv decoder.

He rolled his eyes as our waiter came to take our orders. Waiter: hay jonga
grootie... Umhle umfazi wakho va. -your wife is beautiful.

Luphelo smiled.

Luphelo: ndayeka nobu vrawush for Lena fondin. -I even stopped being
promiscuous for this one.

Waiter: hay Kakade grootie biyi must ubuyeke ubuhule ubene morals.

They laughed as they fist bumped. Guy code is a beautiful thing though.
They waiter left so we continued talking.

Me: Luphelo I don't know if I should tell you this but...uXhanti ka Lusanda is
cheating on her. I caught him eBaywest when you were in Joburg with
another woman. They were clearly dating and naye when I asked him if he
knows me... Ndathi my name is Lusanda he said he doesn't know me.

He tensed his eyebrows.

Luphelo: why are you only telling me this now?

He asked as he downed his shot.

Me: because we had our own problems in the beginning to deal with that I
actually forgot.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: Uyayazi yena?

-does she know?

I shook my head.

Me: what are you guys going to do about it?

Luphelo: I don't know qha uzonya yena umqundwakhe ku sister wam.

Lusanda is way too old for this shit. I really don't understand what is so God
damn hard about being loyal Ncumo. It's the most basic thing in the world...
It's about self control, knowing what's important to you and not wanting to
lose it. Mna shame baby I will never cheat on you cos it's an honor to be
your husband. Like ndi honored bruh...

Like having the privilege to come home to you... Ndikbone in my kitchen

cooking for me... Sthandwa sam sex will never be worth losing you so
uzonya yena uXhanti shame.

He was so pissed but at the same time... The emotion he showed when he
was voicing out his disapproval for cheating was amazing. Our food arrived
so we thanked the waiter and then started eating. Luphelo cut his steak
and then he stabbed it with his fork and reached out to me.

Luphelo: Ina Nika uKumkani.

-here give to Kumkani.

I giggled as I ate his steak. It was really good. We continued eating, once
we were done we called the waiter and asked for our bill. That's when I
noticed Mbali sitting opposite a very sickly looking man who even had a
bandage around his head.

Me: baby khajonge uMbali she has a sick blesser now.

He turned around and then he saw them. He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: ngu Mandla Mos lowana Ntikazi. What the fuck are they doing
together? Baya ku phase 2 we plan yabo?

-that's Mandla... Are they going to phase 2 of their plan?

I laughed.

Me: baby did you do that to u Mandla? He looks like he was ran over by a
truck.

Luphelo: hay baby une drama naye uMandla uysaphi bandage entloko?
Me: no but Ovayo did say he's worried about the injuries you caused to his
head. I know this shouldn't be happening but I'm wet.

He laughed but nonchalantly. It's like he didn't understand how seeing the
damage he can do to another man makes me feel.

Me: no really... Jama. I need you to fuck me so hard right now... That my
pussy will come out looking like uMandla.

He looked at me intensely. He scoffed as if he was feeling sorry for me.

Luphelo: ungand xeli ku Mamakho xandi Gqhibile ngawe.

-don't report me to your mother when I'm done with you.

The threat was flames. He was reminding me that he's much older than I
am but I stood my ground.

Me: okay.

I said with a bit of attitude.

Luphelo: masambe.

-let's go.

Me: Masiye.

I said as I got up and he followed me out.

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Insert 60

A Ncumolwethu & Luphelo appreciation insert. ❤

We walked out and then went into our separate cars. For a moment there
we regretted ever coming in different cars but Luphelo dropped his car off
at Humewood where Luthando now stays and then he drove my car. He
played my music and Vusi Nova's Thandiwe came on.

Luphelo: buyazi ukuba ndi yakwazi ucula?

-did you know that I can sing?

I raised my eyebrow.

Me: uhm no... But I know u Sihle can sing but I thought hlambi she got that
from her mom's side of the family.

Luphelo: nope... Uyifumene kwa Jama.

-she got it from the Jama's.

Me: khandculele keh.

-please sing for me then.

I blushed. Just the anticipation was enough. So when Thandiwe crossed

over to the second verse, Luphelo sang. I took out my phone and made an
Instagram video for my story.
Luphelo:

Ngoluthando

Nd'cela sihlale sibonisane

Singayek' umhlaba asihlukanise

Kudala siwa mina nawe baby

Kodwa sihlala thina sibambile

Ew' emhlaben kunzima

Andfun ukphila ngaphandle kwakho

Hlalumi...

(Thandiwe)

Hlalumi wehhh.

(Thandiwe)

Hlalumi weh.

(Thandiwe)

Hlalumi mntakwethu.

(Thandiwe wam)

Kushiyeki ncinga.

Me: so my husband just told me that he can sing tonight after all this time.
Akancole.

I sulked before ending the video and then posting it. Luphelo is just a
unique character... He has so much going for him that he didn't think telling
me that he can sing was important. I was especially impressed by how he
replaced Thandiwe and sang his wife's name instead. He sang my name
with so much passion and there was spark in his eyes.

Me: baby ndinomona.

-I'm jealous.

He giggled.

Luphelo: uzoba right.

Me: so all of you guys can sing?

He nodded.

Me: nifuze bani?

Luphelo: you won't believe it but sifuze iTimer.

Me: uLubango Jama can sing? No wonder he was laughing at my vocals

when I sang endlini.

Luphelo: yeah... I hope u King naye will be able to sing.

Me: of course kalok... But you shouldn't have told me this Kodwa baby cos
ngoku I'm going to annoy you and ask you to sing for me when I can't
sleep.

Luphelo: ndlela le ndikthanda ngayo mfazi wam I don't even mind.

He took my right hand and then he kissed it repeatedly. It's just really nice
to be loved. It makes your hair grow and your skin glow.

.
He arrived at our house and then he carried me inside whilst kissing me.
We didn't even make it to the bedroom because we started undressing
each other in the living room.. We made out onto the couch, his hand
reached down to my coochie which he played with. He rubbed my clit
vigorously and he watched me panting.

Me: fuck..

I cursed as he got down on his knees and then he put his face between my
thighs and ate my pussy. Luphelo's mouth knows exactly where to lick and
where to suck. He kissed my pussy like he usually does and the effect
caused by the withdrawal of his lips always does the trick. He left my legs
shaking then he sat down on the couch and asked me to climb on his
penis. I straddled him and then sat on his dick. I exhaled as I took his entire
dick inside. It was slightly uncomfortable but I could take it.

Luphelo wrapped his arms around my back such that we were almost chest
to chest. He was limiting my movements by doing that because he wanted
to control me. He then started thrusting from below whilst I held onto the
couch. He was holding me in place forcing me to stand by what I wanted.
His thrusts strenthened in intensity until he got up with me in his arms and
then he pinned me against the wall. I cried.

Me: baby xolo kalok bendidlala.

-I'm sorry I was playing.

I said as he fucked me against the wall. My legs were wrapped around his
waist and his hands were supporting my ass. I was already sweating,
wondering when Luphelo is going to cum so that he could put me out of my
misery. But my man is fit as hell. I'm pregnant. I'm heavy. I weigh almost a
ton. But he has me in his arms and he wasn't even breaking sweat.

Luphelo: budlala?

-you were playing?

I nodded. I felt cheeky. Like a kid who has just been disciplined by her
parent. Luphelo put me down and then asked me to make him cum since I
quit earlier than he expected me to. He's such a demon in the bedroom.. I
got down on my knees and then I sucked his dick. That's how he managed
to come so he came in the dustbin. Then we relaxed on the sofa whilst
exhaling deeply, trying to catch our breaths.

Luphelo: hey masiphinde.

-let's do it again.

He poked me and I smacked him. We both laughed. He's crazy if he thinks

I'm going to fuck him again. I felt my pussy and it was weak. Its elasticity
was gone.

Me: let me call uMamam ayikho Lena. My pussy can no longer support
itself.

-this isn't on.

I got up and he laughed as he grabbed me and pulled me down so I could

sit on the couch where he was chilling.

Luphelo: baby when you were in grade 1 I was in matric. Nga phinde undi
challenge'e vah baby girl?

-don't challenge me again okay?

Me: awusa diki.

-you're so annoying.

I said as I went to cuddle with him and he wrapped his arms around me.
That was so comfortable.

Me: you aren't wearing your ring again?

I said as I sat upright.

Luphelo: xolo ndizay nxiba ngomso.

-I'm sorry I'm going to wear it tomorrow.

The anger arose again. I went from 0-100 in a split second. I was so
annoyed.

Me: tomorrow when what happens? When you're married? Oh kanene

you're already married Luphelo you should be wearing it right now.

Luphelo: ewe xolo kalok Ncumolwam yhini na Ntikazi? I'm sorry.

I got up and then I fetched a packet of chips from the kitchen cupboard
then I went upstairs to our bedroom and locked Luphelo out. He came
upstairs and knocked on the door.

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu? Suyenza lento kalok. Ndilale phi? -don't do this.

Where should I sleep? Me: go find a room we have plenty.

Luphelo: I will wear my ring kalok and not take it off again just open
sizothetha Mamakhe. We are too grown to be solving disputes like this.

Me: mxm. Khahambe Luphelo.

-leave.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I love you.

Me: mxm.

I switched on the TV and then watched TV while eating.

Pregnancy hormones can make you seem bipolar because when the anger
subsided I didn't even know why I was angry. So I went to take my
husband's ring, poured his shot of whiskey and then I went to his other
bedroom when we don't see eye to eye. I brought along my junk food as
well and then I walked into his bedroom.

Me: Tatakhe?

Luphelo: mhm?

Me: xolo.

-I'm sorry.

Luphelo: mxm.

I switched on the beside lamp.

Me: ndikphethele i Remy Martin.

-I brought you a Remy Martin.

Luphelo: le ithengwe ndim?

-the one I bought?

I giggled.

Me: xolo kalok mnyeni wam. Xolo 1...Xolo 2... Xolo 3... Xolo 4...

-im sorry my husband.

Luphelo: zund vuse ku xolo 1000.

-wake me up on your 1000th apology.

Me: hay yazbona keh baby?

I took a biscuit and ate it.

Luphelo: utya njan Kodwa ucela uxolo Ncumo?

-how can you eat whilst apologizing?

Me: I'm hungry.

I sulked. I took his ring out and then I got down on my knee.

Me: Luphelo Jama, I love you so much sthandwa sam and it's been that
way since I first saw you. I remember when you came down those stairs
wearing your blue Adidas tracksuit I knew that something would come of
us. The way your eyes locked with mine... It made my heart skip a beat and
after that you were all I thought about. You were the first man to touch me
between the thighs, the first man to make me excited about life beyond my
mother and you were the first man that my heart ever truly loved, still loves
and always will love. I love your smile, I love your eyebrows, your cute
hands and feet...

I love your long side burns, the way you sing... And I love your dick like
bruh... You have my respect in that department. You're the best baby
daddy anyone can ask for so please wear this ring as a sign of our union.. I
know you hate rings but please Tatakhe... I want the world to know you are
someone's husband. Like legal husband. So please Tiyeka?

He gave me a side smile before giving me his left hand. I slipped his ring
on

His finger and then we gave each other a closed mouth kiss.

Me: truce?

Luphelo: yeah.

I kissed him again before climbing into bed next to him. We talked and
somehow we ended up having missionary sex but it was totally unplanned.
It just happened. Our private parts have some sort of magnetic field going
on because wow. Sex for us is natural... It's a must. We have to do it. But
it's not forced nor tiring. We love it. And Luphelo is that husband whom you
know if you step into his territory uzotyiwa akaxoxisi uJama.
After we fucked he gossiped about his friends while plaiting my hair so I sat
between his legs with my head resting on his right knee.

Luphelo: heeeh baby sakhumbula kuze buvelo Qhekeza lamqund

uYonika... Bubuye ndise phonin no Yanga Mos. Lo Yanga keh yabawela
ubandim... uya Renta apha eBluewater ke. Imagine baby? And ndimxelele
ke ukba aybadlanga indaba ye rent cos abantwana abazobana lifa yangathi
ndifuna ubane zinto ndodwa ndaqhonda mandimyeke baby. But la contract
angene kuyo bezama uthenga i X6 yango 2012 I think... Kuba efuna ubane
moto endinayo.

-do you remember when you came home after beating Yonika... You came
when I was still on the phone with Yanga. So Yanga wants to be me... He
rents here in Bluewater Bay. And I told him it doesn't make sense to rent
because his children won't have an inheritance but it seemed like I want to
be the only one with things so I thought I should let him be. But he got into
that contract because he was trying to get a 2012 X6 model because he
wanted to have the car I have.

Me: you have the recent M powered nje wena baby.

Luphelo: okay.

I laughed at his drama. My husband is hilarious at times.

Luphelo: hay baby otherwise ndiythwele into.

Me: baby you would make such a great gay friend Yaz.

Luphelo: yandbo?

-can you see me?

Me: ndikbona nqo.

-I see you clearly.

Luphelo: okay. Jika ngapha.

-turn this side.

He was ready to plait the other half of my head but he noticed that there
was a wet stain on my nightie where my left nipple is.

Luphelo: baby what's that?

Me: I'm leaking breast milk.

I said excitedly..

Luphelo: khandibone?

Me: you just want to see my breasts right now.

I joked and he laughed. I don't know if it was true or funny. I stuck my

breasts in his face and he licked my left nipple.

Me: what does it taste like?

Luphelo: Andazi babe... But it doesn't taste like milk..let's Google this shit
since we are both completely clueless about pregnancy.

I took his phone and then I Googled whilst he was busy with my hair. That's
just the most exciting part about being with a man with no kids. You are
both new to this and every discovery into a pregnancy brings you both the
same level of excitement.

Insert 61: thank you to MaDiba Jwambi

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.

My husband's phone rang in the morning when we were still sleeping. He

picked it up and spoke in his sleepy voice.

Luphelo: hello... Timber yanton ngok Ovayo ulijongile ixesha kwedin...

qondile... ja... okay... ewe thula ngok ndiyeza fondin... bye bye.

-what timber Ovayo did you look at the time boy... True... Yes... Yes keep
quiet now I'm coming.

He hung up so I turned to face him and he kissed the bridge of my nose.

Luphelo: Molo Mamcethe.

Me: Molo Mqocwa.

He kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: ninjani no mntanam?

-how are you and my child?

Me: si right wena?

-we're alright and you?

Luphelo: I'm fine. I just have to go to work to sort out this payment that
Ovayo says we owe some company for the timber they delivered. They
said we haven't paid so I need to check the books.

Me: can't you pay uMandisa? She's in charge of finance nje baby.

Luphelo: Sthandwa sam uyenzile i Labour law. Don't act like you don't
know I will have to pay her double for working nge weekend.

I exhaled.
Me: I just don't want you to leave Luphelo. I will pay her from my own
salary.

I said as I cried. I just wanted to be in bed with him... Smell him, touch him
and constantly be in awe of how handsome my husband is.

Luphelo: mntuwam masambe sobabini keh. But it's a waste of money to

pay her to do something I could do myself.

-let's go together.

He wiped my face and then pecked my lips.

Me: no its fine buya rhou qha wena.

-its okay just come back early.

He nodded before kissing my temple.

Luphelo: I love you.

Me: I love you more.

He kissed my belly and then he got up and went to take a bath while I
stayed in bed and just slept. My entire body was just exhausted.

°° Ovayo's perspective °°

The boss arrived at work wearing a white G star raw t-shirt with tight Fitted
jeans and then he wore Lacoste flip flops. Which CEO do you know shows
up at work in flip flops? Then he completed his look with a black bomber
jacket and he had a fresh hair cut. He met me on my way down the
passage to his office.
Ta Jay: Molo mnqund wakho.

Me: Molo msunu.

He laughed as we walked into his office. He sat down and then he opened
his laptop. Ta Jay: uthi bathi khange siy batalele i timber?

-you say they are saying we didn't pay for the timber?

Me: yeah.

Ta Jay: uthethile no Mandisa?

-did you talk to Mandisa?

Me: yeah... She just couldn't access our account uthi the system has been
down hence she couldn't make the payment.

Ta Jay: I will have to take care of it from my personal bank account then.
Yimalini lento?

-how much is this?

Me: R450 000. The quote is in your emails.

He started clicking while I took my phone out and then took a picture of
him. The flash went off and embarrassed me. Luphelo looked at me with a
raised eyebrow.

Ta Jay: wenzani?

-what are you doing?

I panicked.

Me: uh I'm texting this girl yabo... So she asked me to take a selfie ngok
iPhone yam yazcofa yafota when I was trying to switch to i front cam.
Ta Jay: oh... Is she your girlfriend?

Me: uhm no... Yes Andazi.

Ta Jay: have you even seen her phof? People catfish phandle apha all the
time.

I giggled painfully.

Me: yeah I know but we have video called. She's legit... And sobonana
namhlanje. .

-we are going to see each other today.

He smiled.

Ta Jay: nantsi lekaka ye quote. Let me call them.

-here is this fucking quote.

I panicked because I didn't want Somila to pick up the phone because she
is still mad that Ta Jay "canceled" their plans.

Me: they won't answer nge weekend Ta Jay.

Ta Jay: it's worth a shot.

He dialed their number and then answered on loud speaker.

Somila: Woodtree Timbers and construction supplies hello?

He pouted when she answered as a way to mock me.

Ta Jay: hi unjani?

Somila: I'm good thanks and you?

Ta Jay: I'm great... You are talking to Luphelo Jama of Jama Constructions.

Somila: ufuna ntoni?

-what do you want?

He raised his eyebrow. I was so stressed because I know Ta Jay has the
least tolerance for bullshit.

Ta Jay: I want to make a payment for the money we owe. So I would like
confirm if the banking details on the quote you emailed to me are the ones I
should be using.

Somila: ayise cace.

-it's so obvious.

Ta Jay: okay enkosi. Bye.

She hung up and I was surprised at how Luphelo handled that. Me: Ta Jay
wena wonke umyeke umntu athethe nawe ngola hlobo?

Ta Jay: I'm happy at home mna kwedin. I'm married. About to have a son
with the woman I love. Ucinga ndine xesha labantu abanje?

-you think I have time for people like that?

I faked a smile as I took my phone out and then took more pictures of him.

°° Pat's perspective °°

I decided to take Luphelo's mother out to Angelo's just to have a mother-

mother lunch. She looked great and she smiled when she saw me.

Her: Molo Pat.

Me: Molo Majama unjani?

We hugged.

Her: ndi right wena?

Me: I'm good.

We sat down and a waiter came to give us the menu. We scanned and
then ordered. The waiter left.

Her: Pat I know sisi ukuba we are very close in laws but when you called
me I was very surprised that you wanted to take me out. Kutheni uyenza
lento?

-why are you doing this?

Me: kalok Majama I sat last night staring at the picture of our children
during their traditional wedding... And my daughters smile was so broad.
And the way your son was looking at her... It was charming and he loves
her. So I thought mandibulele uMama ozala umnyeni womntanam.

-let me appreciate the mother who birthed my daughters husband.

She smiled.

Her: hay Kodwa Pat nguwe ofuneke ebulelwe because my son was going
through a lot before Hlalumi came along. Ela gqwirha uNondwe
Wamophula umphefumlo ka Pabbles. I never thought I would ever get a
daughter in law from him... Or a grandchild. But I have all of those things.
And that's why I love your daughter she made my dreams come true as a
mother.

-that witch Nondwe broke my sons spirit.

I smiled before reaching into my bag and then giving her the gift I bought
for her. It was a gold Guess watch.

Me: I thought you deserve this. You raised a gentleman and I think he's the
best lover my daughter could ever have. He made her a woman... Made
her feel alive, beautiful and special. Enkosi Majama.
She emotionally reached into her bag and then gave me my gift. It was a
pair of diamond earrings from American Swiss.

Her: and wena Pat... You raised a lady. A smart, humble and beautiful
woman who knows how to carry herself. uHlalumi has my son on his toes
and he's so scared of losing her...but in a good way. It's not intimidation
it's... I don't know Pat... Its just him knowing that happiness doesn't exist
without her. It's pure love. So thank you for being strict on her Because she
really is the woman she is today because of you.

I wiped my eyes as we exchanged the gifts and we both admired the gifts
we received from each other.

Her: I love you Pat. I really do sisi. Mna nawe sizale o "even when the sky
comes falling" kalok. We need to be united and support them because they
are so young. They will always need our guidance.

I laughed.

Me: I love you too sisi and I agree... They need our support at all times.
And our grandchild who is on the way...we need to treat him like the king
that he is.

Her: andisena stress uzogheza uKumkani. Uzo gheziswa uzo qalwa ngu
Tatakhe ngoba kalok he's his first child and it's a boy.

-im so stressed because Kumkani is going to be naughty. And he's going to

be made naughty... By his father first.

I giggled at the idea. We continued gushing over Kumkani before getting

our food.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was at home with my man. It was a lazy Saturday evening and I was
watching television while he was reading a book between my legs. Yes, a
book. About maths of all things.

Me: Jama are you really reading a book about maths but I'm right here?

Luphelo: yathanda ucinga uyi hit kanjan.

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and then kissed his
temple.

Me: awulambanga?

-aren't you hungry?

Luphelo: yeah can I please have a grilled cheese sandwich?

Me: how many?

Luphelo: 8.

Me: okay.

I kissed him and then I went downstairs to make food for us. I made 16
sandwiches in total and then I walked back upstairs feeling a bit exhausted.
I gave him his plate of sandwiches and he thanked me for them. We ate
and his phone rang. He answered on loud speaker.

Luphelo: hello?

Luthando: hey mninawa Iza eImpala ziyawa.

-come to Impala it's going down.

Luphelo: ndihleli no Mfazi ngok mkhuluwa anzokwazi.

-I'm chilling with the wife so I can't.

Luthando: hehake Majama khayeke.

I laughed.

Me: ha.a bhut Luthando siyalala thina.

-no we are going to sleep.

Luthando: Ndakcela Majama. Ndodakho izobuya.

-please. Your man will be back.

Me: okay.

Luthando: sure... Luphelo Iza kalok. Ndi lapha no Luyanda.

Luphelo: okay ndiyeza.

He hung up and then Luphelo got up from the bed.

Luphelo: what should I bring for you buya kwam?

Me: nothing... I'm good.

Luphelo: okay. I love you.

Me: I love you too.

I hugged him.

Me: Dear God. Please protect my alcoholic of a husband as he is about to

go turn up with other sinners.

Luphelo: hehake Hlalumi.

He interrupted my prayer with a laughter which I ended by holding his lips

together.

Me: please bless his journey to and from the club and please bring him
home safely. Please make sure that no woman looks at my husband for
Lord you know I don't play like that. Lord you know I'm crazy. Please block
my husband's throat so that one bottle of Remy Martin can be enough for
my husband I am sick and tired of him spending thousands on alcohol
although he knows we are having a baby on the way and he should be
saving.

Luphelo: Lord please tell my wife that I'm rich.

Me: Lord please tell my husband that is no excuse to spend his riches on
alcohol.

Luphelo: Lord please tell my wife to mind her business.

Me: Lord please tell my husband that his business became my business
the day we said I do.

Luphelo: Lord please tell my wife... Mxm Amen Hlalumi.

We both laughed because he knew I was right. He kissed me.

Luphelo: even when the sky comes falling.

He sang.

Me: even when the sun don't shine.

We giggled before he kissed me for the last time.

Luphelo: good night I love you.

Me: I love you more.

He spanked my ass before walking out of the room..

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Luphelo came home after only two hours. I was surprised that he came
home so early but I could tell by his heavy breathing that he was upset. He
doesn’t know this about himself. That’s why Luphelo can never lie to me. I
know him. To test my theory, I knew that if he’s really mad he’s not going to
face my direction once he gets into bed so I waited for him to finish
undressing. He climbed into bed in his boxers and faced the opposite
direction. So I turned to face him and then I put my hand in his underwear.

Luphelo: uzokhala keh.

-you’re going to cry.

I giggled before kissing his shoulder.

Me: kutheni unomsindo?

-why are you angry?

Luphelo: I’m not angry.

Me: you’re lying to your own chief examiner?

He exhaled. Then he sat up and looked down.

Luphelo: eBlack Impala kufike le trits imile ngathi yi mermaid so gqhiba
yathi mna ndenze iplans nayo and canceled on them. Baby ebe vutha
ngathi ndi tshilo nyan telling me that she told her friends I asked

her out and made her look stupid. Then she threw her drink at me… Ngabe
ndiyam xelela andi pliti abantu abane kiss madoda mna hay akayiva lento
ndiy thethayo. Ndaqhonda hay mandi goduke otherwise ndizo bajwa apha.

-at Black Impala there came this trick who is shaped like a mermaid and
said I made plans with her and canceled on them. Baby she was fuming as
if I really said so… I kept telling her I don’t ask out women with knees that
touch but she wasn’t hearing what I was saying. So I thought I should go
home otherwise I’m going to get arrested.

I laughed out loud. What happened wasn’t funny…what was funny was the
emphasis that he was making about her legs.

Me: kalok Tiyeka maybe she has always liked you and someone decided to
pull a prank on her and she believed it.

Luphelo: maybe but I’m literally tired of people and their bullshit Hlalumi.
Ndizoke ndi phole nini mna?

-when am I ever going to chill?

Me: Sthandwa sam… They can do whatever but we both know they won’t
break us up ever again. I trust you and you trust me, okay? Hlisa umoya
Ngcolosi.

-calm down.

I put his head on my chest and watched his face submit.

Luphelo: you have nice breasts.

Me: thank you baby.

Luphelo: can I suck them?

Me: hay hay Luphelo ufuna Ugqhiba ubisi luka Kumkani?

-you want to finish Kumkani’s milk?

Luphelo: Buzo expire’isha Mos.

-it’s going to expire though.

Me: it won’t expire in breasts.

He looked up at me with puppy eyes so I reluctantly took off my nightie and

exposed my naked body. So Luphelo climbed on top of me and kissed me.
We made out and I felt his penis trying to put itself inside me so I opened
my legs further to help him get inside. When he finally did, I put my hands
on his butt cheeks and grabbed his ass while he fucked me. He then
inserted his entire penis inside me and we yelled.

Me: Fuuuuuck…

Luphelo: Hlalu Jama… Yeses.

He moaned my name before he spilled inside me. He rolled over and then
he lay on his back next to me while we both gasped for air

Luphelo: Kumkani…andifuni ukuva ubiza uHlalumi Mama… Ngu ‘mntu ka

Tata’ kuwe lowo

-I don’t want to hear you call Hlalumi Mama… That’s Daddy’s Bae to you.

I blushed.

Me: oh hay Luphelo I want my child to call me Mama njena..

Luphelo: ha.a Majama yena makak bize ‘Mntu ka Tata’ qha.

-no he must call you Daddys Bae.

I let the idea of a little, happy baby calling me ‘mntu ka Tata’ in his childish
voice and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Me: oh Luphelo keh wena.

I said before he climbed on top of me again and kissed me. I’m convinced if
Luphelo could win an all expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world he
would still choose to explore what’s between my thighs because he slowly
put his penis inside me while looking into my eyes… Searching for consent.
I gave it to him by wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoyed his
thrusts.

My husband woke me up in the morning with a kiss.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: hey baby. Masambe siyovasa… Ndifuna siye caweni.

-let’s go take a bath. I want us to go to church.

Me: okaaaaaay.

I said whilst feeling his forehead.

Me: baby awughuli?

-aren’t you sick?

He laughed.

Luphelo: hehake Majama. I just want to go to church I’m perfectly fine.

Me: mnyeni wam… Please let me know what’s going on. Uyayazi your
secrets are safe with me.
Luphelo: Majama I’m fine. I just want to go to church. I know one that has a
one hour service… One hour qha… Its in Love more Heights.

Me: okay keh mntuwam.

I kissed him and then I got up and went to brush my teeth. He went to do
the bed and my man was just acting weird.. It’s as if he had a surprise for
me. I ran our bathwater and we bathed together. After our bath, he gave
me a Zara package bag and he put it on the bed.

Me: baby what’s this?

Luphelo: it’s a jumpsuit I thought you would like it.

Me: why sthandwa sam?

Luphelo: ngoba usezo fika kwi third trimester but usexy kunazo zonke eza
trits zase Black Impala.

-because you’re almost in your third trimester but you are sexier than all of
those tricks from the Black Impala.

I laughed.

Me: awusa diki baby. But enkosi mntuwam. I try my best to look sexy for
you I’m happy that you noticed.

-you’re so annoying. But thank you.

He pulled me closer and then he kissed me. After our kiss, I got dressed
and then I asked him to put my wig on for me. I was getting too tired to do
the basic things. After we were done, we went to the car and left.

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I bought our breakfast at McDonald’s then we went to Love more Heights. I
noticed that there wasn’t a church… Luphelo took me to this beautiful
house.

Me: baby-

Luphelo: shhhh baby yhu soloko ufuna ubuza.

-you always want to ask.

I sulked and he kissed me as compensation. He parked and there were a

lot of cars there so we climbed out and he led me into the enormous yard.
We had to walk to the back of the house where I heard “SURPRISE!!!”

There were so many people there: some friends from high school and
university that I speak to online but never really in person because I never
bother to make time, there was close and extended family, colleagues and
some people that I didn’t know. I assumed they were Luphelo’s friends. All
of the women were wearing white and the men wore blue. It was a really
beautiful color scheme.

Me: Luphelo?!

Luphelo: bucimba nzoya ecaweni nyan wena? Tshayiwe.

-you really thought I’m going to go to church? You’re crazy.

I giggled as I took a moment to collect myself. I was emotional. I then went

over to the guests to greet them as they said “ncooh” in unison.

Once everything was settled, the event started and there was a DJ, nice
food and drinks… The décor was really great. There were even games
being played where men had to complete challenges whilst carrying a fake
belly. They even had a dance competition of which Luphelo was banned
from entering because they knew he would win. I was having the time of
my life until I saw Ovayo walking into the house. He was probably going to
the bathroom but I sneaked out and followed him. I stopped him on his way
inside.

Me: Ovayo Yinton lento uyenzayo?

-what are you doing?

Ovayo: about?

Me: so we send you into Luphelo’s office and next thing a bitch pours a
drink in my husband’s face claiming that he asked her out and then
“canceled”.

Ovayo: hay wethu Hlalumi you like to overthink everything. What would I
gain from pretending to be him and then asking a woman out?

Me: you tell me… Usand funa Ovayo?

-do you still want me?

Ovayo: mxm Ncumo I used to cheat on you even when we were dating so
don’t think you’re the shit.

I giggled.

Me: I wasn’t the shit when I was dating a piece of shit. Cos look at me
now… I have a man who loves me, spoils me, buys me expensive shit…
Look at my baby shower bro. It’s got sushi and Moet. So mamela kwedin…
Kwekwe… Laatie… Ntwana… Stay the fuck away from my husband. You
will never be LJ. So stop this nonsense before you get head injuries.

I said as I walked back to my baby shower.

I had the best time ever during my baby shower that I really didn’t want it to
end. But

Luphelo strategically made it on a Sunday Because he knew people would

have to go home. They all took their bottles home with them so only close
family was left behind. Even my bestie uSihle came down for my baby
shower.

My husband was a bit tipsy so I went to him as he was drinking his shot. I
sat down on his lap and then kissed him.

Me: thank you for today baby. I didn’t know you were planning this and I’m
grateful. It was so fun and beautiful… Thank you.

Luphelo: thank you for putting me in a position to have to plan a baby

shower.

I kissed him.

Luphelo: intle lendlu ne?

-this house is beautiful right?

Me: yhoooo Jama. It’s amazing. I will probably be dreaming about it. The
bathroom sthandwa sam… The kitchen… Ahhhhhh… Yho baby I could
imagine us living here and Kumkani could play in this yard and be a happy
little family. But yeah babe once I’m on your level I need to go 50/50 with
you so we could own something like this.

He smiled.

Luphelo: great because I bought it and it’s ours. I just got the keys today.

I went deaf.

Me: hay mahn Luphelo suxoka.

Luphelo: I swear sthandwa sam.

He took the keys out of his pocket and then he gave them to me.

Luphelo: Hambo faka esa stixo kla mnyango and see what happens.

-go out that key in that door.

I could finally see he wasn’t joking and I screamed.

Me: MAMA!!!!

I jumped up out of excitement while yelling but Luphelo adorably grabbed

me and then silenced me with a kiss. He was laughing simultaneously.

Luphelo: baby suba xelele abazo funu hamba. Soba xelela ngomso. Okay?
I want us to have it to ourselves tonight. Okay?

-don’t tell them they won’t leave. We will tell them tomorrow.

I nodded as the tears came down my eyes. Tears of joy. This was the best
evening ever..

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I didn’t get a wink of sleep at night. Every time my body threatened to shut
down my mind would immediately abort the mission because I didn’t want
to relinquish this “dream” that I was in. Yes, our house in Bluewater Bay is
beautiful. It was everything but this house makes me feel like I live in
Calabasas and the Kardashians are my neighbour’s. I would keep stealing
glances at Luphelo who was sleeping peacefully unless an itch on his nose
would disrupt his sleep. I am in love with him. I am utterly, unapologetically
and unconditionally in love with my husband. I love everything there is to
him… But above everything I love his soul. There is nothing quite like a
young, black and successful man that is determined to be the best husband
and father he can be. He owes me absolutely nothing but still… He gives
me the world every single day.

I checked the time and I knew it was almost time for him to wake up for
breakfast so I went down to the kitchen and then I warmed our leftovers
from my baby shower which was so lit that I had a lot of reposts on
Instagram. My page looked so beautiful due to the collection of pictures
that I had posted, the blue and white was such a beautiful color
combination that it made my page pop.

I poured some appletiser for him but he came to meet me downstairs in the
kitchen as I was about to go upstairs.

Luphelo: Dankie Mpilo. Dankie Mali!!

He yelled before doing the Thuso Phala with his car key in hand. Luphelo
likes to over complicate things. Sure he can dance but it was totally
unnecessary for him to Thuso Phala, drop it, pick it up and then bring it
back. But it was sexy as fuck.

Me: awusa diki. Here’s your food.

He laughed as he came to hug me. His hands were all over my ass.

Luphelo: Molo mfazi ka Luphelo.

Me: Molo Luphelo.

He kissed me before laying me on the kitchen counter. His breakfast was

leftover platter dish pieces so pulled down my underwear and then he put
his food on my coochie.

Luphelo: this is how real men eat.

He said before kissing the inside of my thighs all the way down to my
coochie. He finished his food and then he licked the crumbs of the pie off
me and I’m telling you that shit set me off. He licked me so good that I
orgasmed. I experienced intense muscle spasms and came all because of
his tongue. He wiped my pussy then he drank his Appletiser whilst I
exhaled.

Me: I’m not going to work today. I want to sort out the gifts that I received
and then put everything in Kumkani’s bedroom. And then handle the
moving of our furniture from Bluewater Bay since you said we have a week
to move out.

Luphelo: okay. Call me if you need anything. I have to go to work.

Me: okay.

He checked the time.

Luphelo: I have to leave ngok sthandwa sam. Enjoy your day I love you.

Me: I love you more. Ube safe Tatakhe I need your dick.

Luphelo: Yaz ndi cimba uzathi you need me?

He laughed.

Me: hamba sthandwa sam or uzo khubeka.

-leave my love or you’re going to have your feelings hurt.

He laughed as I walked him out of our house.

.

I took a shower and then changed into some of the clothes that were gifted
to me from the baby shower. I wore a Grey one piece tracksuit with my
Nike Air Forces and I looked really cute. So I took a mirror selfie which was
done justice by the background. I uploaded my picture on Instagram and
my caption was: thank u to all my friends & family who came thru for my
baby shower I had a blast & I am grateful that u all managed to keep it as a
secret oh & my husband bought the house we held the baby shower in ♀
imali ikhona guys asazi mahn asazi siythini.

After posting that picture, I took pictures of my empty house and then I
called my best friend who picked up.

Sihle: hey chomi.

Me: hey mntase. Please come over.

Sihle: okay give me 20 minutes.

Me: I don’t live eBluewater Bay anymore keh. I’m in Lovemore Heights
where the shower was held.

Sihle: wenzani apho?

-what are you doing there?

Me: I live here now.

Sihle: oh okay… Nice. Ndiyeza.

-I’m coming.
Me: okay enkosi.

She hung up then I called my mother to tell her about the house. She was
beyond happy for Luphelo and I but said she was going to come by after
work.

Sihle finally arrived after about a half an hour and by then I had already
called the movers. I noticed she looked a bit different but I couldn’t point out
what was different about her.

Sihle: mntaaaase. Wow!!

She said as we hugged and jumped around in the empty house.

Sihle: chomi haibo! When did Luphelo buy this?

Me: I don’t know chomi he surprised me yesterday.

Sihle: you’re lucky bruh.

Me: I know chomi. But you look different… I don’t know what it is… But you
look different.

She exhaled.

Sihle: eh chomi I’m pregnant.

Me: friend!

I literally froze on the spot.

Sihle: yeah.

Me: Congratulations… How far are you?

Sihle: 3 months..

Me: are you ready?

Sihle: ready? How am I going to face oJama with a huge ass belly? They
are going to hate me. Grandpa is going to troll my ass. Granny is going to
judge me. Daddy is going to hate me. uTanci is going to flat out ignore me.
I’m just depressed bruh.

She started crying so I took her and then pulled her into my arms. I could
feel her pain.

Me: you’re killing yourself. I will sort this shit out for you, okay?

Sihle: maybe it is such a good thing after all that you married into this family
bruh.

We giggled as I wiped her tears and then kissed her forehead.

>>> 2 months later <<<

Luphelo and I had plans to go out to watch a movie so I got dressed in a

pink maxi dress with black block heels. I paired it with a black leather jacket
and then fixed my wig.

Luphelo: Mamakhe kha khawleza mahn otherwise songayi ndawu sihlale

apha ndiktye unye silale.

-please hurry otherwise we won’t go anywhere we’ll stay here, I’ll fuck you
then we sleep.

I giggled.

Me: andiko yiki kanjan Luphelo. Izondi nceda because I’m in my 8th month
of pregnancy so I’m tired.
-I’m not scared of you. Come help me.

Luphelo: why are you wearing heels in your final month sthandwa sam.
Wear flat shoes so you can be comfortable.

Me: I want to look good for you nje Tiyeka. I don’t want to let myself go.

Luphelo:

Out of all of the girls.

You’re my one and only girl.

Ain’t nobody in the world tonight.

All of the stars.

They don’t shine brighter than you are.

Ain’t nobody in the world but you… And I.

He sang before pulling me closer and then kissing my forehead. I had been
trying all this time to keep up just to satisfy his needs and it made my night
to know that he thought I was still perfect.

Me: you have an amazing voice sthandwa sam.. Enkosi.

Luphelo: thanks Mamakhe… Masambe.

-let’s go.

I changed and wore my black Luella push ins instead of my heels and then
my husband romantically carried me out of our house.

.
We arrived at the cinema, bought our tickets and popcorn combo and then
we took our seats. We held hands whilst we were waiting the movie trailers.
I was feeling a bit sick so I put my popcorns on Luphelo’s lap.

Me: baby ndiye toilet va.

-I’m going to the toilet okay?

Luphelo: zunga plitwa apho… Lento le intle Yodwa emhlabeni.

I smiled.

Me: enkosi baby.

I got up and then walked out to the toilet. I wasn’t feeling well… I was
having these weird contractions but they were increasing in intensity. I
picked the last bathroom stall and then sat down. No urine came out, just
pain.

Me: ohhhh God.

I heard a knock on the door.

Lady: sis are you okay?

Me: no… I’m having contractions.

Lady: oh God… Where’s your man?

Me: cinema 5…first chair in the second last row. His name is Luphelo.

Lady: okay.

She ran out while I had to endure these horrible contractions. I wasn’t even
crying but my fists were balled and I was resting my forehead on the toilet
paper roll as a way to minimize the pain.

The lady and Luphelo arrived in the women’s toilets which wasn’t allowed
to happen but this was an emergency.
Luphelo: Hlalumi vula sthandwa sam.

I opened the door as soon as I heard his

Voice and he came in.

Luphelo: Majama utheni?

-whats wrong?

I cried as soon as I knew I had his attention.

Me: I don’t know…it just fucking hurts.

Luphelo: Masiye esbedlele kalok Mamakhe.

-let’s go to the hospital then.

I nodded and he helped me up then pulled my underwear up which had this

blob of reddish discharge it in. He offered to carry me out but I needed to
walk so I limped out of the cinema and into the car.

Luphelo was so nervous as he took me to the hospital. He didn’t know how

to drive… I would yell at him for driving to fast and for driving too slow but
he handled the situation very well. I was immediately taken to the Labour
ward when we arrived to the bed that we had already pre booked for my
Labour. This was all surreal. I was almost in my 9th month but was too far
from my due date so I couldn’t understand why this was happening so
soon.

Me: baby will our baby be born too little and then die?

Luphelo: ha.a sthandwa sam masthandaze eza polony zakho zakwa Boxer
zimtyebisile otherwise andiphinde ndikthengele obabubhanxa.
-no my love let’s pray those polony of yours from Boxer have fattened him
up otherwise I will never buy that madness for you again.

I cracked a bit of laughter through the pain as the doctor came with my file.

Doctor: Mrs Jama how do you feel?

Me: Terrible I just want to give birth.

I said as I cried.

Doctor: what symptoms have you been experiencing?

Me: my lower back hurts, I saw this discharge in my underwear… It’s was
reddish brownish… And I have been experiencing contractions.

He nodded.

Doctor: I will have to induce your Labour Mrs Jama. So nurses, get her
ready to receive her induction.

Luphelo: so she’s going to give birth soon?

Doctor: yes it could take hours of days. You just need to be strong for your
wife because it’s a long process.

He said before tapping Luphelo on the shoulder. The contractions came

back so I held onto the bed sheets as the nurses came to give me my robe
and asked Luphelo to dress me. Once I was dressed, they helped me into
bed and then put my drip in. I have never in my life experienced such pain..

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Insert 64: Welcome Kumkani Nande Jama.

Born: 2 April 20**

Weight: 3.00 kg

Time: 06: 20 AM

>> 5 hours later <<

I wasn’t responding to the treatment they were giving me to induce my

Labour so the doctor said they would give me more time. So I was lying on
the bed while Luphelo sat anxiously by my bed side. The pain was
unbearable but I’m a woman and I had to be strong for Luphelo who
doesn’t understand any of the things that are happening.

Luphelo: use right?

-are you still alright?

Me: yeah… I’m okay. Uvile bathe we won’t be able to have sex for 6
weeks.

He laughed.

Luphelo: ndafa.
-I die.

Me: uzoqina.

-you will be strong.

I exhaled vigorously as the pain came back. Luphelo got up and stood
above my bed until I returned to my equilibrium. This was killing him.

Me: yho Jama. I want shares after this.

He laughed.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: and your closet space.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: I want your Rolex too.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: yisapha ngoku.

-give it to me now.

He took it off and then he put it on my wrist. I shook my wrist and smiled.

Me: I need to use the bathroom.

He helped me out of the bed and then he followed me to the toilet and then
back to the bed.

Once I got on and settled, I felt this liquid rushing down my legs.

Me: Luphelo call the nurse. I think my water just broke.

He probably saw from the movies that this was quite serious hence he
hurriedly walked out in search of a nurse. I rang the bell which is what he
should have done instead of going on a wild goose chase. The nurse I
called came first, he returned with his nurse a few seconds later.

Nurse #2: u Right Mos?

My nurse: yes thanks.

The other nurse left.

My nurse: what’s the problem Mrs Jama?

Me: my water just broke.

My nurse: okay Mrs Jama you are now in the active phase of your Labour
which means that the pain will now be a little bit more intense… So we
really need you to be strong for your family okay? I will remove this but in
the meantime please stay put.

Luphelo: how dilated is her cervix?

My nurse: its on… 4 cms. She’s doing good.

Me: hambotya Luphelo. You’re stressing.

-go and eat.

Luphelo: baby I can’t leave you.

Me: I’m fine Tatakhe. Eat then come back.

Luphelo: sure?

I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: 10 minutes.

Me: no half an hour. I want you to update the family before they go crazy.
He nodded before kissing my lips. His lips are so soft they cause muscle
spasms after a mere lip lock. He walked out and then I exhaled.

My nurse: Yhoo umnyeni wakho sisi. Akemhle Yinton.

-your husband. He is so handsome.

She said as she removed my sheets.

Me: nzak phoxa wena.

-I will cut you off.

I said as I closed my eyes while the tears flowed down my cheeks.

>> 4 hours later <<

After 4 more hours of intense pain and Suffering, I was finally fully dilated
and ready for Labour. I was finally ready to push so my mother and my
husband held my legs apart. I have never seen Luphelo this nervous
before.

Doctor: Okay Ncumolwethu I will count down from three to one… When I
get to one please push with everything you have okay?

Me: okay.

Doctor: and three… Two… One… Push!!

I didn’t know whether I was doing that shit right or not but I had to use my
motherly instincts. To me it felt like I have always been a mother to this boy
since I found out that I was pregnant with him. My biggest fear was not
pushing him out properly and then he ends up getting suffocated and dies
before I even hold him. That shit would kill me. So I searched deep within
me for strength to push my baby out. And I found it somewhere close to my
soul. I pushed and the first push wasn’t enough according to the doctor but
they could see his head. Its as if everything in the world stopped except the
sound of the doctors instructions.

Doctor: again!!

I scraped for every bit of strength inside of me and it finally paid off on my
5th push. I felt him. I felt him escaping my body and I have never had more
respect for this body of mine until I was able to produce an entire human
being. I felt powerful. Like I could do anything and everything with my body.
Yes, men are strong but women are God damn powerful check the
receipts.

I exhaled as my body shut down and waited to hear a sound but I heard
nothing. Kumkani was quiet. The room fell silent. I was bleeding from my
vagina but I was able to sit upright when I couldn’t hear my son crying.
Luphelo cut the umbilical cord and picked him up.

Luphelo: hayi Kumkani Ndakcela boy Ndakcela Ndakcela jonga

uTatakho… Jonga uyihlo boy ndim. Ndim lamntu bethetha nawe kuze
busese suswini mntanam nawe undibulise.

-no Kumkani please boy please please look at your Dad… Look at Daddy
boy it’s me. It’s me that person who was talking to you when you were in
the womb my child and you would greet me.

Doctor: Mr Jama please bring the baby back.

Luphelo: Kumkani ndiyakcela suyenza lento uyenzayo.

-please don’t do what you are doing.

My soil was on fire. My entire world came crashing down. I felt a sharp pain
as I watched Luphelo begging his son to come back to life. The doctor was
begging him to release Kumkani’s body but Daddy wasn’t hearing it. He
took his sons body and put it close to his chest to get some human contact
and that’s when I heard a tiny cough. Kumkani had a mucus like substance
in his tiny throat that was blocking his breathing and he had passed out.
The mucus landed on Luphelo’s chest whose tears fell uncontrollably when
he saw that his son was now alive.

Doctor: Mr Jama… He’s alive. Can we please have him so he doesn’t catch
any infections?

Luphelo reluctantly gave over his child but he followed the nurses as they
took him. I on the other hand still had to deliver the placenta but I was
weak, in pain, had a headache and my spirit was down. I delivered my
placenta and was stitched while my mother was in the room.

When I woke up my entire space was covered in blue. I had blue “new
mommy” banners, blue and white balloons, white roses, blue ribbons… It
was all overwhelming. There were also a lot of gifts too for Kumkani and
some toys.

Luphelo was on the chair with our son in his arms. He was sleeping.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: Kumkani… Nanku mntu ka Tata uvukile.

-here Daddys Bae is up.

I giggled weakly. He got up and then gently put our son in my arms and I
must admit. He’s ugly.

Me: akambi. Did you take the right baby?

-he’s so ugly.

Luphelo was so offended.

Luphelo: khasapha umntanam cos oyena mntu umbi apha nguwe lona une
wigs ze 5k Kodwa usenje.

-give me back my child cos the only ugly person here is you that has wigs
worth 5k but you still like this.

Me: ndi njani?

-how am I?

Luphelo: umbi. Ude ughezele umntu one 3 hours Kodwa oko wena unje I
22 years yonke Kodwa thina sithule asithethi.

-you’re ugly. To go as far as teasing a 3 hour old person but you’ve been
looking like this for 22 whole years and we aren’t saying anything we’re
quiet.

I laughed. It was slightly painful. I looked at our sleeping baby and I fell in
love with the way his mouth was shaped as he slept. He looked at peace. I
didn’t even realise that I was crying again but I was because the memory of
almost losing him replayed in my head like a bad dream.

Me: heeh wena Kumkani ka Mama. Hello mntaka Luphelo. Hello mntaka
Hlalumi. Hello mntanam. Heh nyana ka Ncumo? Heh Sthandwa sam? Heh
mntana wo “even when the sky comes falling”.

We laughed.

Me: where is the family?

Luphelo: outside.

Me: please call them. Has he been fed?

Luphelo: baby ulele khamyeke.

-he’s sleeping leave him..

Me: hay baby I want to bond with my son.

Luphelo: mxm. He’s ugly Mos.

He sulked as he got up and then went to call the family.

Luphelo gave me a bath which was extra painful and helped me freshen
up. Kumkani and I were evaluated and were deemed fit to go home so at 9
PM in the evening we were officially discharged. I had to wear a pad
because I was still experiencing bleeding from my vagina so Luphelo
helped me into the car whilst carrying our baby’s carrier. He

Was holding it like a shopping basket. He put Kumkani in the backseat

before helping me into the car and then he rolled down my seat to make
me comfortable. He also put my fleece over my body and then he closed
the door whilst I looked out of the window.

He climbed in on his side of the car and then he took Kumkani out of his
carrier and then he put him inside his t-shirt. Kumkani fit right in. Kumkani
was facing the direction of the windscreen so he could see the view and he
was held in place by his Dad’s safety belt. I have never seen any deeper
display of stupidity. Like at what point of wanting to be a Dad for so long
would you start thinking this is right?

Me: Luphelo sapha umntana wam ayikho lento uyenzayo. Uzam limaza
usemncinci lomntu.

-give me my child what you are doing is not on. You will hurt him this
person is still small.

I was too weak to be fighting u Luphelo but luckily he gave me back my

child. We were clearly first time parents: young, dumb and excited. Our
baby accommodated us though because he was sleeping throughout his
parents’ custody battles..I took Kumkani’s blanket and covered him with it
then I held him in my weak arms. He was getting more handsome by the
hour but still… I wasn’t happy. There was a pain deep in my soul that I
couldn’t explain… Like an anxiety and I didn’t know why because this was
supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I was suffering internally and
Luphelo was chatting away, talking and driving so he couldn’t see me nor
hear me crying right next to him.

We arrived at home so Luphelo and I took a bedroom that is downstairs.

Our family was already in the house so they took Kumkani immediately
while Luphelo took me to the bedroom and then gave me my medication.
Lusanda came with my food and gave it to Luphelo who fed me.

Luphelo: Mamakhe enkosi fethu uyevah? I appreciate it.

-thank you.

I faked a smile before taking my next bite. I was in pain but the painkillers
seemed to help a bit.

Sihle came with Kumkani who was screaming and then gave him to his
father.

Luphelo took his son and rocked him in his arms.

Luphelo: King Jama…thula kalok boy unxibe I push ins ezino boya ne
onesie fondin abantu bacimba uyindoda suku jumpisa. Thula Jojo. Thula
Tiyeka. Thula mntaka Luphelo. Thula boy.

I watched him rocking his son until he kept quiet. Luphelo came to sit next
to me and then he gave me our son who was hungry apparently.

Me: Yinton?

-what?

Luphelo: feed him kalok Mamakhe.

Me: hay sukundi nyanzela. Libele lam Eli.

-no don’t force me. This is my breast.

Luphelo: awuna fokol wena ndali Lobola elo bele kuze lizoku tyisa
abantwana bam.

-you don’t have anything I paid Lobola for that breast so that it could feed
my children.

I giggled weakly as I took our son and then put my nipple in his mouth.
Luphelo’s dick was hard just by watching me breast feed. This one still has
a long way to go. I didn’t have a lot of milk already so Luphelo brought his
bottle to supplement the milk I gave him. Once he was full, his father
burped him and we watched our son falling right back to sleep. So Luphelo
fixed a nice little comfortable nest made of pillows and fleeces in between
us for our son. He put him there and watched him sleep as I went to take a
bath to remove my pad. No one really talks about the after effects of
Labour. Those stitches don’t hold everything in.

Once I had freshened up, I slowly made my way back to the bed where my
baby and my husband were. My husband was now topless whilst our son
adorably curled himself onto his dad’s chest and was sleeping with his butt
elevated which was so adorable. He had stained his father’s t shirt with
baby puke that’s why. Luphelo had his hands wrapped around his sons
back to hold him down. I climbed into bed and then fell asleep next to my
husband and our new born baby. My body just shut down.

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.

Our son screamed in the early hours of the morning so Luphelo woke up to
attend to our baby's needs. He was topless, in his underwear as he picked
Kumkani up from the bed. He was also tired but he is already such a great
father that it didn't matter.

Luphelo: okay kalok Jama nika uTata i chance kalok. Andiboni.

-give Daddy a chance. I can't see.

Lusanda came rushing into our bedroom just as Luphelo switched on the
lights. She caught a glimpse of his dick print and her mouth hung open.

Lusanda: I can't... No I can't. Ina Ina inaaaa mahn Luphelo thatha.

-here man Luphelo take it.

She forced Kumkani's warm bottle in her brothers hand before rushing out
again. I laughed.

Luphelo: what the fuck just happened?

Me: I would rather not answer that.

He shook his head before feeding his son and then sitting down on the bed.
Kumkani was quietly drinking his milk.

Luphelo: Milkessey madoda. Nantso i Milky Martin.

I laughed at how he was comparing Kumkani's milk to Hennessey and
Remy Martin.

He beamed as he looked down at his pride and joy who was drinking his
milk peacefully. He is so Inlove with his son that I felt bad about myself for
not being on the same level as he is. Because whenever I hold Kumkani, I
just want to finish doing whatever I have to do and then pass him on. I love
him. But holding him brings me pain. Luphelo finally took the bottle away
from Kumkani who still wanted his bottle because he cried.

Me: Luphelo mnike kalok.

-give it to him.

Luphelo: hay baby akumelanga uyay gqhiba usemncinci lomntu qha keh
mos une appetite ka Mamakho that's why he's crying.

-no baby he's not supposed to finish the bottle. This person is still small but
he has your mother's Appétite.

I was disappointed that he knew so much over me already but I allowed the
hurt to subside. My husband started patting Kumkani's back who eventually
burped and then smelt his diapers and noticed that he made a mess after
eating. So he brought Kumies plastic bath tub which was a gift from
Luyanda

and then he poured some lukewarm water and gave our son a full bath
whilst sitting cross legged on the carpet.

Me: you should have just washed his butt Luphelo. You didn't have to give
him a full bath.

Luphelo: hay baby day 1 sewu funa ndimenze umqamlezo? Hay noko.

-no baby it's day 1 and you already want me to wash him using the cross
method?

I exhaled. He's so extra. Once he was done, he dried our sons body and
his hair then he lotioned him. He also applied some J&J petroleum jelly in
the inside of Kumkani's butt and his inner thighs before putting on his
diaper. Kumkani was already asleep after the bath given by Daddy so
Luphelo put our son in his nest, threw the water out and then he came back
to bed next to us.

Luphelo: good night sthandwa sam.

Me: good night baby.

Luphelo: ebendithetha no mntanam but... Nawe.

-I was talking to my child but... You too.

Me: mxm.

I rolled my eyes as I shifted and went to sleep.

Our baby was taken by his grandmothers later on in the morning to give
Luphelo and I some time alone.

We woke up alone on the bed at about the same time and he took my
hand. I was so excited.

Luphelo: Molo MamCethe.

Me: hello Mqocwa.

He leaned in and then he kissed my lips. He moved in closer to my body

and made my hairs stand on end. His hands caressed my ass and my toes
curled on my one foot as he kissed my neck all the way down to my
breasts. My nipples hardened as Luphelo planted arousing kisses on my
body. I wanted to be intimate with him but I couldn't and he knew that too
hence he brought his kiss back up to my mouth where he inserted his
tongue and we kissed. It was amazing to have him kiss me like this after
giving birth to his child. His erection showed me that I still got it.

He pulled away and then he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: how do you feel?

Me: I feel okay.

Luphelo: good.Masovasa keh.

He helped me up and then he ran our bathwater himself whilst I brushed

my teeth. He then helped me into the bathtub where I sat in between his
legs and my back rested on his chest.

Luphelo: Mamakhe?

Me: Mhm?

Luphelo: I know you love our son but... There's something that's not right
and I don't know what it is. Are you Suffering from post partum depression?

The tears fell from my eyes.

Me: Andazi Luphelo. I just feel really horrible inside... Because I love our
baby but I just can't figure out what's wrong. I can't figure out why when I
looked at him I saw an ugly baby instead of seeing my soul.

He kissed my temple.

Luphelo: abantu bathi ufana no Mamakhe.

-people say he looks like his mother.

I giggled whilst looking down. I love it when he jokes about serious

situations to decrease the effect it has on me.

Me: you're annoying.

Luphelo: we will see someone to help you get through this, okay? And for
the most part... Hlalumi. You're a great mother. An epic wife. A home
maker. Khazi jongisise ntomb yomXhosa. Ndlela le umhle ngayo buno zala
gqhiba uhambe ungene uMiss South Africa u win'e same time. Aw
iNkosikazi yam ene degree madoda. Umfazi wam othatha ishishini lam
alibeke kwelinye izinga emini so gqhiba andi fudumezele omthondo
ebusuku. Ntikazi Ndiyak bulela sthandwa sam, ndiyakthanda kwaye
intlonipho yam unayo. Andi funi chomi ndizo citha zonke imini zam nawe.
Andifuni sitya ngoba uyazo gqhitha ngobuhle Kakade. Ndixolile nawe
ntombi yakwa Sifora, mfazi wakwa Jama. Ungaze uluthandabuze uthando
lwam Mamcethe.

-look at yourself thoroughly Xhosa lady. You are so beautiful that you could
give birth then go enter Miss South Africa and win at the same time. Aw my
wife who has a degree. My wife who takes my business to New heights
during the day and then keeps my dick warm at night. Ntikazi I thank you
my love, I love you and you have my respect. I don't want friends because I
will spend all my days with you. I don't want a side chick because you are
prettier than all of them anyway. I am content with you daughter of the
Sifora's, wife of the Jama's. Do not ever doubt my love Mamcethe.

I wiped my tears because what my husband just did for me touched my

soul. I was really down... In spirit, energy and esteem but he resuscitated
me by showing me that he still loves me although I look terrible to me. But
to him I look beautiful.

My husband and I finally showed our faces in the dining room where the
family was eating without us.

Luphelo: hay hay nitya njan abantu be mansion ena 7 bedrooms, 5

bathrooms, 3 dining rooms, 2 living rooms, swimming pool ne jacuzzi, a TV
room ne basement not to mention i servant quarters ezi phandle ne pool
house bengekatyi?
I rolled my eyes before laughing. Luphelo is so extra.

Mommy: itsho qha Luphelo ukuba ubufuna ukusi xelela.

-just say it that you wanted to tell us.

Lusanda: tsh. Mommy here's your baby.

I took him.

Me: thank you. Is he fed?

She nodded.

Senior: uvile Mos Luphelo... 6 weeks? Ndicela unga qhaqhi imithungo ka

Hlalumi.

-you heard Luphelo right? Please don't rip Hlalumi's stitches.

We laughed as Sihle came to dish up for us.

Luphelo: hay phola Timer ndivile.

-no relax Dad I heard.

I made eye contact with Sihle as she dished up for me and she nodded.
She was giving me the go ahead to tell the family about the news so when
she was done dishing up and was sitting down, I spoke with my baby in my
arms. He was sleeping.

Me: uhm... Family I would like to thank you all for being here. Your support
has been amazing.

Luphelo: translation to isiXhosa: nifokofa nini?

-when are you leaving?

Lusanda: rhaaa you have never taken care of a baby before wena
mnqundwe last born. You need us!
Luphelo: Lusanda uyanxola sise Love more Heights apha please ungafika
kukho i neighborhood watch njema ulibele kunxola.

-you are making a noise we are in Lovemore Heights here please there
could be a neighborhood watch going on while you are making a noise.

Luyanda: Ingenaphi neighbourhood watch kulento?

-what does a neighborhood watch have to do with this?

Luthando: uyasqhayisela ukba ikhona apha kalok.

-he's

Bragging that they have one here.

Lusanda: yhuu Mom and Dad you should have stopped with me shame cos
you have 2 boys and a girl. Why did you have to make this thing?

Luphelo provoked his siblings and was just enjoying watching them
arguing.

Luphelo: catch flights and not feelings babes. Nalapho... Business class not
general.

Lusanda: andisak capukeli!

-I hate you so much.

He laughed as the commotion started all over again.

Me: family please!!

They stopped and focused on me.

Me: uhm... I know that some of you won't be happy with this but I want you
to know that I'm sticking by her and I don't want anyone to judge her nor
make her feel bad about it. It's life... We all make mistakes but what's
important is us showing one another support. We are a family and that's
what family does...
So with that being said. I would like to announce that we are growing even
bigger as a family... Because Sihle is pregnant.

The mood died. Everybody looked at Sihle.

Sihle: I'm sorry.

She said with her head held down.

Luyanda: Uzojika ufune uku thyola abantu for your God damn mistakes but
we're trying to give you a family and a better life and wena uya hamba
uyomitha? Ftsek mahn Sihle. Uzozi fumanela umsebenzi for ukondla
lomntana or nibonisane nalo kwekwe ikumithisileyo but as for mna...
Andiyonto kulo mntana lowo.

-you will want to blame people... And you go and fall pregnant. Piss off.
You will find a job to feed that child or you and the boy who made you
pregnant will have to see a way forward but as for me... I'm nothing to that
child.

Luphelo: Sihle umdala ungako. You have a degree already. You can work.
Andimazi uManyoko kutheni ezo thukisa apha ingathi he never fucked up in
his life but being a parent is the best shit ever and I've been at it for a day.
Congratulations.

Sihle: enkosi Tanci.

Luyanda: unjena keh wena Luphelo unento nam wena.

Ma: Luyanda hay mntanam. Sihle is grown. There is a better way to voice
out your disappointment than for uthuka umntana. You can see she's
ashamed... For absolutely no reason in the world because she's grown.
Don't beat her while she's already down. Congratulations mntanam.

Lusanda: congraaats Sii.

Luthando: can't wait to be a grandpa.

Sihle managed to smile a bit. She thanked her family and then winked at
me but I know her. Deep down her father's approval meant the world to
her.

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Luyanda didn’t take the news well so he went up to the bedroom that he
had picked for himself. I really didn’t know who told our family that they
could move into our house. Yes we wanted support but this was ridiculous.

Kumkani yawned in my arms and then opened his eyes. He looked at me

and then kept smacking his lips. He really looks like me. I scoffed when I
saw the resemblence and broke into a smile.

Me: hey baby.

I whispered as I got up from my seat and then I went to sit in the living
room with him. I didn’t do anything much with him, all that I did was to try to
wrap my head around the fact that I made this human being in front of me. I
made his skin, his bones, his nails… His hair. I produced his blood and
formed his organs. His brain and his breath… They were all made by me. It
all made me feel drawn and much closer to him than I did before I
understood that there is no one that can love Kumkani more than his father
and I can. Therefore I had to get over whatever it was that I was feeling and
be a mother to my son. He deserves that much from me.

My mother came into the living room and then sat down next to me.

Mommy: doesn’t sitting down hurt?

I nodded.

Mommy: tell your husband to get your cushion. Bendik thengele ngoba I
knew you would probably experience perineum soreness.

-I bought it for you because..

Me: thanks mommy. I feel like shit.

Mommy: yeah I felt that too. But I had no support. You have all the support
in the world so that means you can beat this post partum depression.

Me: uthethile nawe uLuphelo?

-did Luphelo talk to you?

Mommy: no we never spoke about this. I just know you. If you were happy
ngeku dala wamfaka kuInstagram lomntana but you haven’t.

-you would have long put this child on Instagram.

The tears fell down my eyes and I wiped them.

Me: after almost losing him you would think I would… I don’t know… Be
obsessed with him but I’m not. What’s wrong with me Ma?
Mommy: there is nothing wrong with you Ncumolwethu. You could just be
having baby blues which is normal. But if it’s really post partum depression
then it could be due to a drop in your hormones. Your body will return back
to normal.

Me: yeah but then I have to wait until 6 weeks to be intimate with uJama.
What if I never return to normal? What if I’m not ready after those six weeks
then those weeks turn to months and I’m ugly, fat and broken… Then he
finds a woman who has his shit together Mama-

Senior: if kwenzeke njalo molokazana m’divorce’e anye so gqhiba utye

imali.

-if it happens like that daughter in law, divorce him and then you eat his
money.

I giggled as he came to sit down next to me.

Me: unyanisile.

-you’re right.

He laughed. I didn’t know whether he was here for me or for my mother but
yeah.

Senior: relax Molokazana uyathandwa ngu Luphelo. Ngu mntana wenu

wokqhala lona and yena kudala wafuna ukuba ngu Tata so into ye mpundu
ayisa balulekanga kuye. Akacinge abeke umtshato wenu ecingweni.
Mthembe.

-you are loved by Luphelo. This is your first child and he has always
wanted to be a father so this thing of ass is no longer important to him. He
will never put your marriage on the wire. Trust him.

Me: enkosi Tata.

Senior: sure Hlalu.

He got up and then he walked out of the living room. I needed that from
him.
.

I have been told that I have to sleep whenever the baby is sleeping
otherwise I will never get any sleep at all so I went back to sleep when
Kumie was sleeping on the bed next to me. I was sleeping so close to him
that his tiny nose was breathing right onto my face. Shit was adorable as
hell. Then he sneezed in my face and I squinted.

Me: asizovana ke mntaka mnyeni wam. Asizo vana tu.

-we will not get along my husband’s child.. We won’t get along completely.

I said as he opened his eyes. He was awake again but at least he had
managed to sleep for 4 hours so when he got up I checked his diapers and
he made a mess so I gave him a bath and then changed him into new
clothes. Luphelo’s mother even came to help and then gave him to me
before leaving.

I slowly made my way to the bed with my child and then I sat down hip first.
Luphelo came in as I was about to breastfeed. He locked the door behind
us and then he came to just watch me breastfeed. His dick was hard again
and I don’t know why watching me breastfeeding turns Luphelo on so
much.

Luphelo: sarhaleli ukubayile ntwana.

-I am longing to be this boy.

Me: please don’t start.

Luphelo: start with what?

Me: Luphelo I know you want to be intimate with me but there’s no fucking
way in hell so I don’t know why you need to keep reminding me that you’re
horny.
He kept quiet.

Me: ndithetha ne donga ngok Luphelo?

-am I speaking to a wall now?

Luphelo: andifuni sixabane phambko mntana.

-I don’t want us to argue in front of the child.

Me: he’s a fucking day old Luphelo it doesn’t matter!!

Luphelo: it matters to me. We will not argue in front of our children and
that’s that.

Me: I don’t know why I have to listen to you all of a-

Luphelo: Hlalumi ndithethile nawe.

-I have spoken to you.

That little warning tone turned me on. I took my breast out of his son’s
mouth and then I burped him.

My emotions were all over the place because in the morning I woke up and
Luphelo by then was not in bed with me. I knew he was probably with
uKumkani and I didn’t care because I needed me time. I took a bath and
then I got dressed. I was feeling a bit better now: I was not as tired, my
pussy was starting to heal and my eyes were no longer tired.

My husband came back in the bedroom with our son sleeping on his back.
He literally had Kumkani wrapped with a towel on his back. It was the
cutest thing in the world. I smiled.
Me: baby uyabeleka ngok nawe?

He smiled.

Luphelo: iyand fanela neh?

-it suits me right?

I nodded as I went to kiss him and our son.

Luphelo: uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: uhm… I’m going to work. It’s Monday.

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu… Are you serious?

Me: ewe Luphelo. Do you need anything?

Luphelo was just speechless.

Luphelo: no we’re good.

Me: okay. Bye bye Kumkani Sthandwa sam. Mommy loves you.

I kissed his tiny cheeks and then I walked out without even eating
breakfast.

When I arrived at work people looked at me like they had seen a ghost.
They knew I had given birth but I suppose the question everyone was
asking is what am I doing at work? Truth is I didn’t know either. And I could
imagine that the follow up question was where is Luphelo? I went to my
office where my replacement was.

Lona: good morning Mrs Jama.

Me: good morning. You are my replacement?

Lona: yes Mrs Jama.

Me: Call me Ncumo please.

Lona: okay I’m Lona.

Me: yeah okay listen… Have you done this line of work before?

Lona: no but I graduated in administration and majored in business.

Me: good mamela keh love take this as training because I don’t want to
take maternity leave.. You will still get your salary without working as hard
as they want you to. I won’t be a bitch to you. Hell I will even make you
some coffee just… Let me do my work.

She giggled.

Lona: okay sis.

Me: thank you.

I said as I took my seat and then did my work.

During lunch I called Luphelo. He picked up.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi. How’s he doing?

Luphelo: he’s abusing my vocals lomntu. He cries whenever I stop singing.

I giggled as the tears fell down from my cheeks and I wiped them.
Me: maybe he became familiar with the sound of your voice from the time I
was still pregnant.

Luphelo: yeah maybe. I noticed he has my feet.

Me: yeah I know. Just really small and thinner.

He giggled.

Luphelo: yeah. We’ve been alone for like two hours now. And I made an
appointment for you at a psychologist. I hope you don’t mind.

Me: no I don’t sthandwa sam… I want to be able to bond with our baby. I’m
glad you did.

Luphelo: okay Majama.

Me: please be patient with me Luphelo. I hate the shit that I’m putting you
and our son through.

Luphelo: you aren’t putting us through anything Hlalumi. You wouldn’t Have
gone through all of that pain trying to give birth to Kumkani only to reject
him in the end. Stop hurting yourself and focus on getting better. We will be
waiting for you. Doesn’t matter how long it takes but we will wait for you.

I wiped my nose.

Me: ndiyanithanda Maqocwa.

-I love you Mqocwa’s.

Luphelo: we love you too baby.

We continued talking until lunch ended.

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.

I worked until it was late so I only arrived at home at past 7pm in the
evening. The family was waiting for me before they could have dinner so I
sat on my cushion around the dining room table, we prayed and then Sihle
and Lusanda started serving our food as I went to fetch my baby. He was
awake so I took him and then kept him on my lap sitting comfortably while
relaxed on my left arm.

Mommy: beku njani emsebenzini Majama?

-how was it at work?

Me: it was good thanks.

Ma: hay Kodwa Majama yintoni ephangelisayo Kodwa usando beleka?

Kumkani akeka gqhibi ne veki Kodwa wena sewumshiya.

-what is making you work although you have just given birth? Kumkani
hasn’t even completed a week but you’re already leaving him.

Luphelo: Nozala makoyonwabe I homeowner.

-let the homeowner be happy.

Senior laughed at that swerve.

Senior: imali inikwe umntu orongo kule family.

-money was given to the wrong person in this family.

Luthando: Kakade Timer but I do agree with Pabbles. What Hlalumi wants
to do should be up to her at this point.

Ma: no but leaving a child after 3 days? I love you Hlalumi and you know
that. But you have to give your child some attention.

Me: ndiyamnika Ma.

-I do give it to him.
Ma: nini Hlalumi? Umke apha ngo half 6 wabuya ngo to 8. What I’m saying
to you now is what I would have said to my son if he was the one doing
this. It has nothing to do with being a woman. Your child needs attention
otherwise you will hate yourself once Kumkani gets attached to his father
and doesn’t need you.

I exhaled. I wanted to just storm out but I didn’t want to embarrass Luphelo
so I stuck it out like a wife.

There is no woman that is going to make me look childish in my own

house.

Me: okay Ma.

I said before taking a bite of my meat. The mood was very awkward around
the dinner table but I did not care. No one knows what I’m going through.
So I’m not going to allow anyone to Mommy shame me.

Insert 67

A Luphelo & Ncumolwethu appreciation post.

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After dinner, Luphelo and I went to our bedroom while I carried King. He’s
getting cuter by the day and managing to stay awake longer now. He’s
such a quiet baby… If he has milk in his stomach he will never bother you
so I gave him a bath, gently washed what’s left of his umbilical chord and
then I went to lotion him. His father walked in and then he sat down on the
bed and watched us.

Me: uyamfuna ne?

-you want him right?

Luphelo: no I have had him all day. You need time with your baby.

Me: thank you.

Luphelo: lets go to an open mic night.

Me: tonight?

He nodded.

Me: what should I wear?

Luphelo: wear whatever you feel comfortable in. I understand you are still
healing kalok sthandwa sam.

Me: okay give me 10 minutes.

I gave him our son so he took him and then walked out of the room. I
assumed he went to ask for a favour from someone to keep Kumkani for us
while we go out. I quickly freshened up, got dressed in my red velvet
hoodie, black ripped jeans and my black Air Forces. I wore my curly wig
and then I took my phone. Luphelo came into the bedroom.

Luphelo: hay Skrr.

Me: khayeke. I really do look like a Skrr Skrr.

I laughed as I took my handbag.

Luphelo: you look beautiful.

Me: thank you.

I wrapped my arms around him and then I kissed him. We got caught in
that kiss such that we had to dig deep before we could break it up.

Me: uhm who did you leave our son with?

Luphelo: uSihle. She’s using him as her Guinea pig as she prepares to be
a mother.

I giggled.

Me: let me say goodbye to my son keh.

Luphelo: ndzok Linda emotweni.

-I will wait for you in the car.

I nodded before going to Sihle’s bedroom to say good bye to my son. She
had him on her back held in place with a towel.

Sihle: Kumie look who’s here… Mommy.

Me: hi baby I’m leaving now okay? I will see you when daddy and I get
back.

I said before kissing his face. I really have a gorgeous son.

Sihle: you will get better mntase va? I love you.

Me: I hope so. I love you too.

We hugged before I walked out and walked to the car.

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The night was so beautiful as I watched it from the window. Not to mention
Luphelo’s amazing music selection. The Cayenne is automatic so he took
my hand and kissed it.

We arrived at a small jazz night club in Central and then we took our seats
next to Reid and his wife Lelethu. We all greeted each other then our
husbands went to buy food for us.

Lelethu: hay sisi uyasi nyisa ku Instagram sahna. I follow you.

-no sis you are killing us on Instagram.

I turned pink before laughing.

Me: ndizoyeka.

-I will stop.

Lelethu: imali ikhona guys asazi mahn asazi siythini.

-the money is available guys we don’t know man we don’t know what to do
with it.

I laughed. Me: khayeke.

We started talking before our men came back with our food and then the
show started. We watched all of the performances and they were amazing
until Luphelo and Reid were Called up onto the stage. I had no idea that
they were going to perform and I could tell by the look on Lelethu’s face
that she didn’t either. They got up and then they walked onto the stage.

Me: did you know about this?

Lelethu: tu but relax I know Luphelo can sing. What the fuck is Reid doing
yena?

I laughed as I raised my shoulders to express that I didn’t know. After about

a minute, they started their performance after introducing themselves.

Luphelo: You’ve got

Those pretty little innocent eyes.

A contrast to those thick devilish thighs.

I spend most of my days inside.

But I still make time to love you.

I love you cos you give me peace of mind.

I love you cos you cos you accepted my past.

And never made feel like less of a man cos a woman took advantage.

(Reid: took advantage)

In fact you married me and became my bandage.

(Reid: a love bandage)

To my heart.

No prenup, we betting our money that we’ll never be apart.

(Reid: Ooooh)

Ask me what love is and I tell you this is it.

Put my son in my arms and I told myself I made it.

Million dollar crib, my cars got 4 pipes and my wrist got diamonds but when
I looked at my son I felt rich. (Reid: for the first time)
Spoke to him today and said King don’t ever fuck a bitch.

(Reid: don’t fuck a bitch you a King)

Sex is spiritual and not every woman has a clean spirit.

(Reid: Ooooh…)

Ask me what love is and I tell you that it’s my wife.

(Reid: you my Hlalumi)

Post partum depression or not baby you still my life.

(Reid: real talk)

You think I’m gonna watch your hips crack

Just to give up?

(Reid: never)

Nah I got your back.

You think I’m just going to watch you bleed

Just to not give you everything you need?

(Reid: never)

Nah I got you.

Dedicated to the greatest wife in the game.

(Reid: Lumi ka Phelo is her name)

I stood up and gave them a standing ovation when they were done and so
did Lelethu. The audience cheered and honestly I was touched by his plan
to bring me here to dedicate his piece to my condition because he knew its
killing me. I met him halfway as he came down and gave him an emotional
hug because I don’t know how it would have felt if I had to deal with not
feeling a connection with my son and then losing the deep connection that I
already had with my husband if he was not an understanding man.

Me: ndiyakthanda bonanje Luphelo.

-I love you though.

Luphelo: uthandwa ndim Ntikazi.

-you’re loved by me.

He kissed my forehead as we went back to our seats.

I had the best evening ever with Reid and his wife so she and I exchanged
numbers and took selfies which we posted on Instagram before leaving. I
actually enjoy couples nights out and I wanted more of them.

We went our separate ways so on our way to the car we almost got robbed.
Two men walking our direction saw that I had my cellphone out since I was
texting Sihle to check on my baby uKumkani.

Me: Luphelo bazos rob’a ababantu.

-these people are going to rob us.

Luphelo: ziphi brass knuckles zakho?

-where are your brass knuckles?

He laughed.

Me: ayhlekisi Luphelo.

-it’s not funny.

I said as I put my phone away.

Luphelo: sapha lo phone.

-give me that phone.

Me: are you crazy?

Luphelo: ine mela keh lekaka. Sapha lo phone.

-this shit has a knife. Give me that phone.

I panicked because I didn’t even notice that one of them has a knife.
Central is no fucking joke. Luphelo took my hand and tightened his grip as
the men approached us. He put me behind him.

Guy 1: iPhone fondin.

Luphelo: anina please makwedin?

-don’t you have a please you boys?

He asked as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. Such a neat freak.

Guy 1: andina xesha lalento mna..

-I don’t have time for this..

His intention was to stab my husband who threw my phone right on the
face of the first guy. The impact was so severe that it caused him to drop
his knife and when it dropped, I picked the knife and my phone which fell
and cracked my screen protecter. Luphelo then grabbed the guy and threw
him head first against the wall and then knelt down next to him where he
beat him with some punches in his face. He must have forgotten about the
second guy who tried to attack Luphelo from behind and I panicked. I still
had the knife so I impulsively stabbed his arm and he screamed.
Guy 2: biiiitch!! Yeses.

Luphelo: mizuzu Hlalumi masambe.

He said before taking my arm and then we ran to our car. Climbed in and
then he drove off.

Luphelo: uyaythanda I trongo ne Hlalumi?

-you like jail don’t you Hlalumi?

I laughed as he drove off on 180 km/h.

I was filled with so much adrenaline from what just happened that I couldn’t
wait to go home and to see my son. I just wanted to tell him all about what
happened tonight. Unfortunately he was crying when we arrived so we had
to take turns trying to get him to calm down. We didn’t know what it was
that was bothering him but I took some rubbing oils and gave him a rub
next to the heater. The heat along with the relaxation helped him fall asleep
because he rejected milk so he was clearly not hungry.

When he was Asleep, Luphelo and I just sat staring at him sleeping.

Me: how did we end up creating such a beautiful soul?

Luphelo: don’t we have beautiful souls?

Me: sisando hlaba umntu babe.

-we just stabbed someone.

We giggled?

Luphelo: si? Ha.a babe that was all you.

-we?

Me: baby he was ready to attack you and I panicked. If you didn’t forget
about the guy I wouldn’t have done what I did.

Luphelo: I’m happy for moments like that because it means you have my
back at all times.

I pecked his lips and he returned the kiss.

Me: I feel better.

Luphelo: don’t force it Mamakhe.

Me: I’m not forcing it Tatakhe. I’m not completely there but… I don’t know.
Now when I hold him… It’s a bit different. My heart is beating rapidly but
not in the anxious kinda way… In a good way. I’m quite happy and it’s
Because of you. Thank you for sticking with me.

Luphelo: that’s what husband’s are for.

Me: our marriage is soooo healthy. I’m proud of us baby.

I said as I caressed his chin and then kissed him again.

Luphelo: nxaki it’s healthy ngoba Sine evidence eninzi that could put each
other in jail so that’s why we are making our relationship healthy. Soyika
itrongo.

-problem is its healthy cos we have a lot of evidence… We are scared of

jail.

I laughed. Me: ptsek ke.

Luphelo: ptsek nawe tshonge kuku ene rhali. -with your pussy that has
threads.

Me: uyibawela ngok ine rhali awuzoy fumana.

-you want it although it has threads but you won’t get it.

Luphelo: ndiya dlala Mamakhe khaze kalok nje 1 round.

-I’m playing come here.

Me: kuku ine rhali kalok.

-the pussy has threads.

I said as I pulled down my ripped jeans and then walked around in the
room in my underwear just to tempt him. I took slow walks though. Careful
not to hurt myself cos after I ran I hurt myself a bit. Luphelo’s dick swelled
but he composed himself and instead chose to curl himself up next to
Kumkani.

Unfortunately insert 68 had to be deleted due to the fact that it was posted
as a caption to a picture that has to be taken down to satisfy Facebook’s
standards.

Insert 69

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I love the little bedroom sessions that I have with my husband. Him and I
had gotten so used to using sex to keep our relationship afloat such that I
was really starting to feel like I’m getting to know him all over again. I like
Luphelo. Ngumjita o grand lowa. He’s a dope ass nigga. Funny, smart,
supportive as hell and he’s humble. He never puts himself above anyone
but if I were to say that about him most people wouldn’t believe me
because he sold himself to be the opposite of who he is.

He was brushing his teeth when I walked in with King who was awake.

Me: baby?

Luphelo: hey.

Me: u Lusanda no Sihle went out today but I chose to stay here with you
guys. Cos I’m really trying my best to beat this.

He leaned down and then he gave me a passionate, slow tongue kiss that
lasted close to 15 seconds. He broke it and then he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: I’m proud of you.

He said as he caressed my chin and I blushed like a kid in high school who
just got recognition from her crush.

Me: enkosi baby.

Luphelo: Yinton waqhosha? Am I driving you crazy?

Me: inyawu likwi accelerator.

-your foot is on the accelerator.

Luphelo: utsho?

-you reckon?

I nodded shyly and he took my hand in his then he led me to the bed where
I sat down.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam… Since you turned me gay with all this information
about weaves and heels and make up…I got a gift for you.

I giggled.

Me: should I close my eyes?

I asked excitedly.

Luphelo: please.

Me: Okay. Kumkani your daddy though.

I closed my eyes as Luphelo handed me a box. I opened my eyes and then

I opened the box and inside was an entire Fenty Beauty make up kit. I was
so excited.

Me: No fucking way!! Luphelo thank you so much baby!!

I said as I jumped onto his lap and bombarded him with kisses. How tf did
he know I wanted this? Luphelo: you’re welcome Sthandwa sam.

Me: baby where did you get this we don’t have this make up in South
Africa?

Luphelo: I ordered it online.

Me: baby you’re such a great husband. Enkosi Tiyeka.

I said before kissing him for the last time.

Luphelo: anything for uMama womntanam.

Me: sooooo… Can I test out my make up on you?

Luphelo: ha.a Hlalumi this isn’t part of the deal.

Me: Ndakcela Taka Kumkani you have the best brows ever kalok and your
lips are great for testing out these lipstick colors. Ndakcela or nzokhala
mna.

-please… Please or I’m going to cry.

Luphelo: khala ptsek.

-cry.

I sulked before sitting down on the bed. I sniffed and he looked at me.

Luphelo: okay keh Nkosikazi. But don’t make me look like a thot.

I laughed.

Me: I promise I won’t.

I said as I excitedly got up and then I gave him a face beat while our son
was sleeping on my back. I’m really turning Luphelo into my doll but what’s
the point of having a husband if he won’t be down to helping you do the
things that make you a woman? Once I was done, we both laughed at how
pretty he looked.

Luphelo: Luphelo Jama… What the fuck happened to you ndoda?!! You’re
getting face beats Ngok Finisher?

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and then kissed his lips.

Me: hey Finisher leave my man alone wena. Luphelo is husbanding

properly and u yathandwa ngu mfazi wakhe. You make coming home
exciting Luphelo Jama. Have I ever told you that?
Luphelo: no.

Me: then I owe you an apology.

He smiled.

Luphelo: I love you… Bully.

I giggled.

Me: I will Bully you until we die but I will never ever cheat on you nor leave
you.

He held out his fist and I bumped it with mine.

We didn’t sleep at all at night because of our baby but what was so
significant is how Luphelo and I did everything for our baby together. We
didn’t take turns like we did before, we helped each other do

everything for Kumkani who was giving us hell. But teamwork is dreamwork
because we were able to overcome everything.

Kumkani was sleeping on his father’s chest in the morning so I took a

picture of them sleeping and posted it on WhatsApp. The flash woke him
up so he opened his eyes and then looked at me.

Me: xolo ngokvusa baby.

-I’m sorry for waking you up.

Luphelo: it’s okay.

He said as he gave me my morning kiss then he kissed his son.

Me: Mnyeni wam we need to get rid of the family ngok shame. I’m literally
sick and tired of everyone. I just want us to be alone with our son and that’s
the only way I will be able to deal with this.

Luphelo: okay hamboba xelela keh.

- Go tell them then.

Me: hay Tatakhe why me? The majority here is your family so I can’t just
tell them to leave.

Luphelo: ngubani fani yababantu?

-what’s those peoples surname?

Me: Jama?

I raised my eyebrow cos I didn’t understand the purpose of this question.

Luphelo: and yours?

Now I got it.

Me: Jama.

Luphelo: hambo xelela I family yakho imke endlini yakho keh.

-go and tell your family to leave your house then.

Me: uyadika mnyeni wam shame.

-you’re annoying.

He laughed.

Luphelo: I love you too.

We kissed multiple times before I took our baby from him.

.

I took care of u Kumkani and then made breakfast whilst he was on my

back. He was making little noises on my back and I would reply to them as
if I was having a conversation with my baby. Mrs Jama came into the
kitchen whilst I was making breakfast.

Ma: Molo Majama.

Me: hi Ma. Unjani?

Ma: I’m good sthandwa sam wena?

Me: nam ma.

Ma: Its good to see you bonding with your baby. You look so beautiful while
carrying him around on your back like that.

I smiled.

Me: thanks Ma.

Lusanda came into the kitchen, looking like a zombie.

Lusanda: olady.

Ma: buyawa Sela Lusanda?

-you’ve been drinking?

Lusanda: ewe mahn Mama Khandiyeke ndizi pholele mna I have lost the
love of my life so I’m stressed. I need liquor.

-leave me alone to chill.

She said as she came around to kiss uKumkani.

Lusanda: hi nephew. Heeeh mntana ozo khula e flexer. Heeeh mntana

ozokhulela kwi burbs. Mntana one trust fund. Heeeh wena Tata une
Porsche uMama une Range Rover. Tata une X6 M uMama une Mercedes
Benz. Hey wena… Tata une VW Tiguan I garage I gcwele.

-Child that is going to grow up flexing. Child that is going to grow up in the
burbs. Child with a trust fund. Daddy has a Porsche and Mommy has a
Range Rover. Daddy has a X6 M and Mommy has a Mercedes Benz.
Daddy has a VW Tiguan the garage is full.

I laughed.

Me: itsho qha ukba umntanam umbi ungade umteketise nge burbs ne
moto.

-just say so that my child is ugly and not compliment him using burbs and
cars.

She laughed.

Lusanda: not at all.

She said before helping me finish making breakfast.

Breakfast was served so the family gathered around the dinning room
table.

Senior: Sihle ufika nini uTaka Bhabha kuze azo batala intlawulo? Asiyfuni
thina ngoba azange siku khulise Kodwa keh funeka aybatale kuthi thina
siyise kokwenu thina.
-when is the baby’s father coming so he could pay damages? We don’t
want it because we never raised you but he has to pay it to us then we
send it to your home.

Sihle: uhm… I don’t know Grandpa. I will have to talk to him about that.

Luyanda: Azange nathetha Ngayo Sihle? Iyawazi amasiko lentwana?

-have you never spoken about it? Does this boy know tradition?

Sihle: he never had anybody to teach it to him. Bulelani is trying Dad. So

please give him a chance.

Luyanda: mnk.

This is legit one of the reasons why I want my family to leave. Luphelo was
late for dinner so he came and then he sat down and only greeted me and
his son.

Senior: ptsek Kwedin bulisa.

-piss off boy greet.

Luphelo: rha ndibatale Indlu kabuhlungu ndi phinde ndi bulise abantu
abase ndlini yam? Bulisani Nina akhonto niyenzayo.

-so I should pay for a house and then greet the people that are in my
house? You greet me since there’s nothing you’re doing.

The family laughed.

Sihle: Tanci is an entire mood though.

Luthando: Aw umntu ka Hlalumi madoda. Guys sometimes I think Hlalumi

has forgotten Luphelo’s name cos qho it’s “mnyeni wam, Tatakhe, Taka
Kumkani, sthandwa sam”.

We laughed And I turned pink because I haven’t said Luphelo’s name in a

while.
Senior: Abanye abantwana batshatile njema ulibele ku dlalisa wena so
awuzo understand’a.

-other children are married while you are busy playing around so you won’t
understand.

Luyanda: marriage ain’t shit wethu. Going through the most ngok mna
njema nindi bona ndi lapha.

Lusanda: uzenzile aka khalelwa.

She said making reference to the fact that Luyanda cheated on his wife.

Lusanda and Luyanda started arguing and it gave me a headache.

Ma: ofuna ubethwa anye ndim makathethe kwakhona.

-whoever wants to be beaten by me should speak again.

They both became quiet. We continued eating and at the end of breakfast I
told the family that we needed them to leave so that we could have time to
raise Kumkani alone and they agreed to move out and give us our privacy.

By 6 pm the family was already gone and it was just Luphelo and I in the
house playing mommy and daddy to our son. His phone rang while we
were applying gel to Kumkani’s hair who seemed to find this whole thing
relaxing.

Luphelo: ndicela undi Nike I phone yam.

-please give me my phone.

I took his phone and then I picked it up. He rolled his eyes.
Me: hello?

Yanga: hey sisi unjani?

Me: I’m good thanks and you?

Yanga: I’m good. Ndicela uthetha no L J.

-may I please speak to L J.

Me: he’s still busy at the moment but I can take a message.

Luphelo shook his head and then leaned back while watching me
answering his phone like he’s not even in the room.

Yanga: okay please tell him that we’re having a braai apha e Jeffrey’s Bay
beach so we’d like him to come. You can come too. There will also be our
wives there so… You’ll have company.

Me: okay I will speak to him but as for me I just had a baby so…

Yanga: yeah I understand you haven’t healed.

Me: yeah… But I will let u Luphelo know.

Yanga: shot.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then put Luphelo’s phone aside.

Me: Yanga is inviting you to Jeffrey’s Bay Beach.

Luphelo: ndihleli nani njena so andizokwazi uhamba.

-I’m here with you guys though so I can’t leave.

Me: you can go Tiyeka.

Luphelo: wena uzothini?

-and what will you do?

Me: I will give Kumkani a face beat.

He laughed.

Luphelo: ungak linge u block’e I pores zomntanam umenze amaqhakuva.

-don’t you dare block my child’s pores and then cause him to have pimples.

I laughed.

Me: I’m joking but iya.

-go.

I said before taking my wallet and then giving him R2300.

Me: thenga utywala bakho ne petrol and the change is for being one
handsome ass muthafucker God dammit Luphelo you’re handsome as
fuck.

-buy your alcohol and petrol.

My husband has never been more confused before. He tried to say

something but stopped himself before he ruins whatever is going on with
me.

Luphelo: you’re okay right?

Me: I can’t bond with my son if you’re around. Mqundwe PPD I’m gonna
love my baby and I’m gonna love him whole heartedly. So wena Tatakhe
go have fun and let me be a mommy. I’m done allowing my emotions to
overcome my motherly instincts.

He smiled.

Luphelo: okay. Ndicela imoto yakho. Intswembu lawei yakho Mamakhe.

-can I please have your car. That thing of yours is amazing.

I went to fetch my car key from the drawer and then I gave it to him while
feeling nothing but pride in myself. The feeling of borrowing your man your
car that you bought yourself is empowering. He took my key, thanked me
with a kiss, gave one to his son and then he walked out. Leaving me alone
with Kumie whose face is more valuable than anything that could be
bought.

Insert 70

A Ncumolwethu & Luphelo appreciation post. ❤

Before reading this insert please download Snoh Aalgera's 'I want you
around' and then read while listening to it.

Kumkani's father wasn't relaxing at all at Jeffrey's Bay. He was always

texting me asking if his son is still okay so I called him.
Luphelo: hi.

Me: uyandi dika.

-you're annoying me.

Luphelo: nawe uyandi dika. Why are you holding my child hostage?

-you're also annoying me.

I laughed.

Me: khasele utywala obu wethu.

-just drink that alcohol.

Luphelo: kunini ndisela apha but the music here is making me miss you.
Everybody is boo'd up here besides me.

I smiled.

Me: pleas sing the song that is making you miss me. The best part of it.

Luphelo:

We can get away

Palm trees, beach views.

Ordinary day.

All I wanna hear is inner visions on replay.

And sit right next to you, you.

I try not to show how I feel about you.

Thinking we should wait, but we don't really want to.

I just wanna get away.

And sit right next to you.

You...

Me: you should definitely play that for me when you're back.

Luphelo: okay. Nzobuya in about 2 hours.

Me: moja bawo.

He laughed.

Luphelo: shot kau.

I hung up and then I wore my make up, took a bath and then lay my lingerie
out on the bed.

When I saw him driving into the yard I quickly wore my lingerie. I didn't
know why I was doing this knowing that I hadn't healed but I just wanted to
be intimate with him. I miss his skin... His heavy breathing when he's deep
inside me... I miss the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the pinkish
colour of his nails whenever he presses his fingers too hard against my
thighs. I miss the way he ignores my requests for him to take it easy on me
just before he's about to cum. I just miss him.

So I played the song he sang for me which I downloaded after googling the
lyrics. The song is from a Swedish singer named Snoh Aalegra titled 'I want
you around'. This was going to be my female response to Miguel's Sure
Thing. Luphelo walked in and I love his reaction to my broken, ruined
beyond compare body that I had given up on.. I felt like it was never going
to go back to normal because I'm fat. I even have love handles and I could
barely fit into this damn lingerie. But Luphelo dropped his glass of whiskey
and the glass smashed on the floor. The music was on, Luphelo was tipsy
and his dick was hard. Yeah this wasn't going to end well.

Luphelo: ngeyam lento?

-is this mine?

Me: bizoba ngeka bani?

-whose was it going to be?

Luphelo: I have a huge dick sthandwa sam if I fuck you I will be killing you.
And you have a son who needs his mom around.

I had chest pains. The arrogance was just arousing.

Me: God damn it Jama.

He laughed.

Luphelo: let's rather dance.

He said as he pulled my body closer to him and then we moved along to

the rhythm of the song. I had my face on his chest, smelling his cologne
and I felt loved. Luphelo's body has warmth.

Me: never thought you would ever turn down sex.

Luphelo: never thought I would ever get married either. But look at me
coming home early and shit.

Me: are you happy?

Luphelo: beyond happy. You?

Me: yeah... I'm happy. I just didn't want to lose you nor let go of our
marriage by putting more focus on Kumie than on you. I want a balance.
Cos I still love you and I still feel butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I
don't wanna lose you.
Luphelo: you won't. Zithembe. You're beautiful. But I'm digging this... A
young working wife, mother of 1 with a Benz. It's sexy.

I smiled as we continued dancing while his hands moved further down my

ass. He kissed me whilst grabbing my ass. He slipped his one hand into my
underwear and then he touched my pussy. It was the first time in about a
week that Luphelo touched me down there. My breathing was slowing
down, his dick was swelling and our hormones were raging. His fingers
searched for my pussy but when he tried to slip a finger in, it stung.

Me: khupha khupha Luphelo ibuhlungu!!

-take it out it hurts.

I said with my eyes closed.

Luphelo: uxolo Ncumo. Are you okay?

-I'm sorry.

Me: I'm fine.

I said before getting down on my knees and then giving him a blow job to
compensate for my inability to satisfy him.

After going down on him in the living room, I made food for him. He was
already hungry although he ate at Jeffrey's Bay so him and I ate and then
decided to take a walk in our neighborhood while Kumkani is asleep for the
next 5 days. I swear that's how long our son sleeps. We were holding
hands as we walked.

Luphelo: baby ukuba kuthe gqhi inja apha sizothini njema ufuna ukwenza
intozabe lungu?
-if a dog comes what are we going to do since you want to do white people
things?

Me: I have a man nje.

Luphelo laughed so hard that he even stood still.

Luphelo: ukuba uthembele ngam Masi jike shame.

-if you're relying on me let's turn back around.

Me: uligwala kanti?

-you're a coward?

Luphelo: yes I'm scared of dogs Majama.. Ndigezele, bruise my ego. I don't
care.

Me: hay masambe I'm not scared of dogs. My mom once had a pit bull so I
know how to control them.

Luphelo: hehake Batista.

I laughed. Me: ptsek. Luphelo: mbonya.

I punched him in the stomach and he took my wig off. Me: ha.ana Luphelo
sapha!!!

Luphelo: masilwe keh man to man. I don't hit women. -let's fight man to
man.

Me: ha.a Luphelo sapha mahn man to man wanton kaka?

Luphelo: masilwe Ta Lumi fondin.

Me: Luphelo nzokhala sapha i wig yam. -I'm going to cry give back my wig.
He gave back my wig while laughing then he helped me wear it properly.
I sulked as we passed a store and then bought junk food and airtime. The
night was so beautiful and the air was nice and cripsy as we walked whilst
eating the things we bought. We sat down on the side of the road and he
had his arm around me as we observed the minimal activities of Lovemore
Heights.

Me: yabhora le ndawu usizise kuyo babe.

-this place that you brought us to is boring.

Luphelo: ukufa. But we need our surroundings to be as peaceful as our

relationship.

Me: our relationship? Is your definition of peace?

Luphelo: khayeke uphikisa Majama this is peaceful. I'm trying to be

romantic here.

-stop contradicting.

Me: yaybona lento bendiy thetha. Siyaxabana ngoku.

-can you see what I was saying. We are arguing now.

He sat and meditated. I'm annoying.

Luphelo: it's your fault.

Me: khathule wethu or ndakphuza unye mna.

Luphelo: Phuza net wena uzobona nzak thini.

I kissed him and he kissed me back.

Luphelo: revenge kalok. Andenzwa njalo mna. Rha undi phuze ndikyeke?

I giggled as I laid my head on his shoulder and then we continued listening

to our music. We probably listened to 5 songs before reality struck.

Me: Luphelo we're parents let's go check on our baby.

Luphelo: sendam libala lowo. Masambe. Ofike sigqhishi une post partum
depression.

-i even forgot about that one. Let's go. Whoever comes last has post
partum depression.

I picked my phone up and then I ran because I didn't want to lose this race.
He purposely gave me a head start which didn't last long because he finally
caught up to me and then we ran together. Symbolizing that this wasn't my
race alone... It was ours.

Insert 71

I had been planning Luphelo and I's wedding for 2 months now. And in that
2 months, Kumkani's umbilical chord had fallen and so did my Post Partum
Depression. Yes, the psychiatrist helped but I credited my healing to my
husband. He had been nothing but supportive, patient and loving during my
time of need and I didn't how how I could ever thank him for that. There
was no price I could pay as compensation for the love that he has shown
me so I knew that the only thing I could do for Luphelo is to continue being
faithful to him, give him great sex and continue to be an asset to his
business.

Our wedding was officially going to start at 11 am so I did my make up in

the presence of my mother, mother-in-law, Sihle, Lusanda, Mam Joy and
her daughters. I had a full face beat done and then they helped me into my
dress before my weave was put on my head. I had 36 entire inches of hair
that I didn't even tie because I wanted there to be no doubt in the world as
to whose wedding it is.

Mommy: awusemhle Majama.

-you are so beautiful.

Me: thanks Mommy.

Lusanda: Kumie come and see how beautiful mommy is.

She said as she brought my beautiful son around who is so heavy. She put
him on my lap and I blew his stomach to make him laugh.

Me: heyoo Jama. Unjani uMamakho? uMamakho uyotshata no Tatakho

namhlanje baby.

-how does your mommy look? Your mother is going to marry your daddy
today.

I bragged to my almost 3 months old son who gave me a little side smile. I
kissed him before giving him back to Lusanda because I really didn't want
him to ruin my dress by puking or doing something of that nature. Once I
was done, Luphelo's mom started ululating as I wore my shoes and this
started an entire ululation between the ladies. Everybody was making a
noise that made me so anxious although I'm already married to Luphelo
who sent me a text. I opened it and it was a dick Pic. The caption: in case
you were thinking of leaving me on the aisle.

I texted back: seriously reconsidering cos bendizok shiya nyan ❤

sebatywe bruh
Sihle: Okay Ncumo we really have to go now. Put your phone down and
let's leave.

Me: okay.

I took my phone, got up and then I followed them out into the hired
Lamborghini. Yes, you heard right. I hired a Lamborghini because I didn't
want to be driven around like a Princess while I sit in the backseat of a
Rolls Royce. No I wanted to drive my own Lamborghini because my own
alter ego is myself: Mrs Hlalumi Jama. I strapped my son on the passenger
seat and then started the car.

Me: khame nsayo tshata lentwana ungu Tatakho.

-let me go marry that boy which is your father.

The car is automatic so I pushed up the gear to R, and then stepped on the
accelerator. I had on the Rolex he had given me so I felt gangster as fuck.

We all arrived at the chapel and I made the grandest entrance ever. The
camera man captured my entrance in the Lamborghini and the way I
climbed out of it gave people life. Even road users were in awe of this bride
who is jumping traffic in a Lamborghini.

I took my son out of the passenger seat and then I locked the Lamborghini
and then waited as the people were ushered into the church so that the
wedding could start.

Once the wedding could officially start, I waited as the Bridesmaids walked
in as 'This is why I love you' played, Sihle walked in with Kumkani as the
matron of honor, Luphelo's mother walked in, my mother and then finally...
It was my turn.
As soon as I walked out into the church and saw my husband standing at
the end of that aisle, my heart became right. Everything that we have been
through in the past couple of months and even year felt worth it. I walked
down the aisle with my bouquet in hand, eyes fixed on my husband who
had tears in his eyes. But Luphelo will never cry in front of people he isn't
related to. It felt like I would never get to him and when I finally did, I felt
triumphant. I stood in front of my bridesmaids and honestly this damn veil
was annoying. I wanted to see my man clearly.

Pastor: you may sit down.

He said to the people attending and they did. Luphelo winked when he saw
me. I winked right back at him.

Pastor: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of

these witnesses, to join The Finisher and @mrs_hlalumijama, follow for a
follow if you have Instagram, in matrimony, which is commended to be
honorable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into
unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly.
Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If
any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let
them speak now or forever hold their peace.

Luphelo: ndyakhaba keh mnake bantase. Just saying.

He warned the crowd and they laughed at his threat. The pastor gave them
5 seconds before proceeding.

Pastor: I don't know if you really consent to this marriage or noyika u

Luphelo but let's move on.

(laughter) let us allow our lovely couple to say their vows to each other. We
shall start with you Lumi.

Me: uhm... Phelo we fell in love under peculiar circumstances.

Luthando: thoba i English bawo huzet wangu Shakespeare?

-turn down the English why are you being Shakespeare?

We laughed. This wedding is ghetto as fuck.

Me: hade Mkhuluwa.

-sorry.

Luthando: shot Majama.

Me: uhm I don't want to say much Luphelo because I don't want to break
down and cry... Because I won't be able to pull myself together. Cos when I
think about everything we have been through I just can't believe we made
it. I love you sthandwa sam... You're the best life partner and child's father
anyone could ask for. The effort you put into making our relationship work
is just unbelievable cos you acknowledge the fact that no relationship can
thrive when only one person is trying. I promise that today moving forward I
will give you consistency... Because I know for a fact I'm doing the best I
can to be the best wife I can be to you and I will maintain that until I can't
breathe anymore. Thank you for everything sthandwa sam. I love you.

Pastor: and wena Luphelo?

Luphelo: I just have to let you know how long my night was without you. I
realised that I was making the right decision by marrying you cos I never
wanna go through that again. I don't wanna go to bed without you
Mamakhe you make the little things in life exciting. A man like me doesn't
get to fall in love because money attracts toxic females and I had to be
pretend I was okay with that lifestyle but I wasn't. Majama thank you for not
caring about who I am and for putting me in my place when you're upset.
You literally have more power in our relationship than I do and I respect
that about you. You make me so weak and I'm fine with it cos I have you
and Kumkani. What else do I need? I promise to always love you, our son
and the children that we will still make in our marriage. I promise to always
listen to your needs and to never make you jealous of another woman. I
promise to love you until uthi yhu ha.a Luphelo uyaybaxa. I don't wanna
make any verbal promises cos I will show you but what I will say is this: I
will never be anything or anyone besides the Luphelo you know and learnt
to love... I promise.
The pastor called for the rings which we had to slip on each other's fingers
while repeating after the pastor.

Pastor: Ncumolwethu Sifora, do you take Luphelo Jama to be your lawfully

wedded husband. To love and to hold until death do you part?

Me: I do.

Pastor: Luphelo Jama-

Luphelo: ewe.

We all laughed. Technically Luphelo never said I do he said ewe.

Pastor: By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and
wife. You may kiss your bride.

Luphelo took my veil off and then he kissed me as the people cheered for
our kiss. We never practiced it but I was super proud of us for not delivering
a sloppy x rated kiss. After our kiss, we jumped the broom and then he
carried me out of the chapel.

After we became declared husband and wife, we went to take pictures in

the park with friends and family before going to our reception. My train was
removed which was really long so I went from having a Cinderella dress to
having a mermaid dress which was so simple yet elegant. My man loved it.

We sat on our chairs and watched as our ceremony unfolded. We had an

amazing time, our decor came out just as I imagined it would. It was black
and white and included gold finishes that looked amazing. Our venue
looked amazing so whilst the speeches were going on which were so
funny, Luphelo whispered in my ear.
Luphelo: ndicela impundu.

-can I please have ass.

Me: Luphelo kukho abantu.

-there's people around.

Luphelo: we'll fuck in the bathroom.

Me: it will look weird if we leave at the same time.

Luphelo: these people are busy Majama.. They won't notice.

Me: uyahlupha but okay.

We sneaked out and then got into the first bathroom which was the
women's bathroom and we closed the entire bathroom and he fucked me
doggy style against the sink. I have never reached an orgasm that fast.
Luphelo went to cum inside the toilet while I exhaled with my mouth opened
in an O shape. I looked for toilet paper to wipe my own cum. Once we were
done, we went back to Reception where Luphelo joined the dance floor. I
can't dance so I stood on the sidelines, watching Luphelo deliver a head
vosho by opening and closing his blazer which was so sexy.

People were really turnt up during our wedding, even Luphelo's speech
was slurpy from being drunk. Kumkani was at home with his nanny whom I
texted a million times to ensure that my baby was safe. I was tipsy too so
later on in the evening I slipped into my white tight jumpsuit and black
sandals while Luphelo was still in his suit. By the way, Sihle caught my
bouquet.
My husband called me whilst I was drinking with my friends so I followed
him to the other side of the venue where it was peaceful and empty.

Luphelo: umphonele uSophie?

-did you call..

Sophia is Kumkani's nanny.

Me: yeah. Uthi he's sleepy and she even sent a picture.

I showed him the picture of our son sleeping and he smiled.

Luphelo: yafana nam le ntwana.

-this boy looks like me.

Me: he really does sthandwa sam. He's cute.

He kissed my lips.

Luphelo: baby I wrote my cars in your name. I wrote the house in your
name. Wrote both of my companies in your name. Cos if I fuck up and lose
you... I might as well have nothing. I know you will never cheat. Call it blind
faith or whatever but you have too much respect for your pussy to give it
around like that so yeah... Thats why I did what I did. I just really love you
bruh.

He said as the tears fell from his eyes and I hugged him.

Me: I love you too.

Luphelo: ndi nxila kakubi bonanje.

I laughed as he blamed his emotions on the liquor.

Me: we did it baby. We survived into ka Sihle, survived into ka Mandla no

Mbali and we survived post partum depression together. What's next?

Luphelo: peace. That's what's next.

He said as he pulled me closer to him and then kissed me. Fireworks went
off in the background which made us giggle in between our kiss before
resuming.

Insert 72: Clock Vincent Lephema

Kumkani was now 3 months old meaning that I could take him out of the
house. I was so excited so I decided to take him to work. I woke up earlier
than his father and Kumkani was already awake by then as well. His big
eyes looked at me with so much excitement and I smiled.

Me: yafuna uphangela no Mama wena Jama? Heh sthandwa sam? Jonga
keh minca inteche yakho Lena inkulu kuze uTatakho angazokuva xana
ndiku thatha.

-do you want to go to work with Mommy? Hey my love? Look squeeze in
your big pot belly so that your father won't feel you when I take you.
I whispered to him before pulling him out of Luphelo's arms who grabbed
his sons foot.

Luphelo: uhleba uthini?

-what are you gossiping about?

He let go of Kumkani's foot so I took my son and carried him on my hip

before rubbing his ankle cheekily.

Me: I wanna take my baby to work.

Luphelo: we have a no baby policy Hlalumi.

Me: change that policy kalok cos I want everybody to see how beautiful my
son is. Khamjonge Luphelo. Awubaweli uqhayisa?

-just look at him. Don't you want to brag?

A smile formed on his lips.

Luphelo: ey intle nyani keh lentwana..

-this boy really is beautiful.

Me: yabona? Please daddy. We wanna go to Jama Constructions. So that

Kumkani can see his inheritance.

Luphelo: fine masambeni.

-let's go.

Me: yayyyy!!

I said as I pulled Kumkani's fist up in excitement.

Kumkani: yiiiihihihi.
He threatened to cry.

Me: xolo keh xolo mntana womnyeni wam.

-I'm sorry my husband's child.

Luphelo kissed us then we went to brush our teeth and he ran our
bathwater so the whole family got into the bathtub and I breastfed Kumkani
while I was in the bathtub.

Luphelo: Kumkani suvuma utyela eToilet.

I laughed before kicking Luphelo's leg.

Me: Subay kaka Luphelo I'm trying to feed him before he loses his routine.

Luphelo: this is turning me on Mamakhe.

He squinted. I looked at his dick and it was erect so I went over to him and
then I climbed on his dick whilst I was breastfeeding.

I rode Luphelo while breast feeding his son and he just leaned back against
the bathtub with his face facing the ceiling.

Luphelo: Hlalumi...

He exhaled.

Me: mhm?

Luphelo: suka nzocitha.

-get off I'm going to cum.

I climbed off his dick and watched him cuming in the bathwater.

Luphelo: you're a heck of a wife.

I laughed at how weak he was as I burped Kumkani.

Me: khajonge uTatakho.. One round sephelile. Mnk.

-look at your dad... One round and he's finished.

Luphelo: mxm.

He sulked as we bathed together.

We dressed our son in a nice tank top since it's hot with skinny jeans and
baby Nikes. He looked chilled asf. We covered his head with a hat then we
took him to my car since we were going to take it to work.

My man bought McDonald's for us which we ate on our way to work. I didn't
mix the McMuffin and Oreo McFlurry this time. I didn't even know why I
would think that combination went together. Pregnancy hormones are
crazy. I fed Luphelo his nuggets until we arrived at Jama Constructions.

Everyone's eyes were glued to us as we walked into the building with

Kumkani. Those stares turned into a round of applause and congratulations
cheers. Luphelo was carrying Kumkani who maintained a straight face
through out the chaos. He really is his father's baby. He's always
unbothered.

We got to Luphelo's office and then we got settled.

Me: can I have my baby please?

Luphelo: uzohlala nam uKumkani Hlalumi.

-he's going to stay with me.

Me: hay mahn Luphelo. I begged you to let me take uKumkani and now
you want him to stay in your office? Sudika.
-don't be annoying.

Luphelo: I'm still not giving him away.

I punched his stomach and he yawned. So I had to use my charm instead. I

pulled him closer to me and then kissed him before Lona came into
Luphelo's office without knocking.

Lona: Mr Jama ndi dinga i signature yakho.

-I need your signature.

Luphelo pulled away and then looked at her. I was really upset about the
way that she came into his office like she owns him. And naye he allowed it
to happen. He didn't even notice hence I wasn't mad at him for it.

Luphelo: babini oMr Jama apha. Ufuna i signature yomphi?

-there are two Mr Jama's here. Whose signature do you want?

She cracked a naughty laughter. I felt invisible.

Lona: eyakho Luphelo tsh.

-yours.

I was so annoyed that I grabbed her clipboard and then signed the damn
documents myself by forging Luphelo's signature.

Me: hamba keh.

-leave then.

Lona: wow.

She said before walking out of the office leaving me all worked up.

Luphelo: Hlalumi-

Me: hay Jama.

I said before taking my son and then walking out of his office.

Lona is now permanently employed but in a position lower than mine so

she wasn't in my office anymore but she was in my space because I had to
train her.

During lunch I went to the kitchen and then I overheard her speaking to
another colleague of ours.

Lona: sahna... So I sent him nudes today in the morning. We slept late
Izolo Because oko si WhatsApp'a qhonda heh his wife keeps posting as if
ba happy meanwhile the man isn't sleeping because of me. And yena
uGhyel-

Ovayo: hi Ncumo.

He greeted me nervously. This time he was not only rocking Luphelo's

haircut but he also was dressed like him.

Me: hi. Wait I'm listening-

Ovayo: Listening to what?!

He raised his voice such that Lona and Sindi stopped talking and continued
making their food.

Me: you're really impossible. Lona I need you in the boardroom.

Lona: Okay Mrs Jama.

She keeps calling me that although I want to be referred to as Ncumo or

Hlalumi if you really want to acknowledge the fact that I'm married.
I walked into the boardroom and she followed behind me then closed the
door.

Lona: yes?

Me: is there a past between you and my husband of some sort?

Lona: uhm no... Why?

Me: why? Cos I don't like the way you're acting around him. And I'm only
dealing with you cos you're the one making moves. If it was him I would
have been dealing with him but you have this tendency of calling me Mrs
Jama as if you're patronizing me, you're acting weird around my man and
it's bothering me.

Lona: no relax. I won't cause trouble.

Me: good cos I don't know if you have heard but I fuck up a bitch really
good. Don't try me with my sons father.

Lona: yes ma'am.

Me: great. Fokof'a keh.

-get the fuck out then.

My emotions were boiling at that point.

Luphelo and I knocked off so he drove to Forest Hill cemetery. I didn't know
why he was there but we allowed Kumkani to sleep in the back seat in his
portable sleeper and then he took us to Nondwe's grave. We didn't speak
in the car so I didn't know that he was taking me to her grave. He looked
down at her grave with tensed eyebrows. He was still disgusted. Even after
22 years.
Me: Jama what are we doing here?

Luphelo: ndizothi make sure ukba isafile Lena na.

-I'm here to make sure that this thing is still dead.

I exhaled.

Me: are you okay?

Luphelo: I used to come here every single year just to piss on her grave but
this time around I'm just scared of the same thing that happened to me,
happening to my son. Ingand bulala.

-it would kill me.

He said as the tears fell down from his eye. I wiped the tears that fell from
my own eyes and sniffed.

What the hell is Luphelo putting me through.

Luphelo: Nondwe msunwakho. You made me feel like shit vah? Hay
jongaaa... You took away a lot of choices that I should have made for
myself but couldn't cos you raped me. I had to say I was molested for so
long cos it sounded better than to say I was raped but I don't care anymore
cos I'm living the life

you wanted. You always wanted to get married, have a nice paying job and
have a family but you died ungeyonto and that's why you had time to rape
little boys it's cos you were 27 years old and you had nothing. Achieved
nothing. No matric. No job. No husband. No hope. No future... You were
just shit. So I actually thought you were powerful cos you brought me so
much pain but you were a weak muthafucker anyone who can't

Control themselves sexually is weak. So yeah... Mqundu... Happy birthday

msunu. Haske ndi phinde ndixelelwe ukba ufile..and if you ever show up in
my dreams again ndayoy tshisa inye ela tyotyombhe la kokwenu.
-I wish they could tell me you are dead again... I will burn that shack of your
home.

He said as he stuck a "Rapist" sticker on her grave and then he walked

back to the car. Honestly I thought there was power in what Luphelo just
did. To be able to put a Rapist sticker on the grave of your rapist so that
everyone can know what kind of person that person was should be made
legal.

We washed our hands and then I did the driving back home. Luphelo was
still a bit emotional but he did his best to stay responsive. We played those
baby jams for u Kumkani that he seemed to enjoy in the backseat because
he would make sounds and that showed that Kumkani is a quick developer.
He takes it from his father because Ma has mentioned to me that Luphelo
was a smart baby who was always ahead of his age development.

I decided to take my boys out so I paid for dinner at Spur and then we went
home. This day really was amazing being out and about with our baby. We
got home late at night so I fed our son, gave him a bath and then put him to
sleep. Then I went to the bedroom where Luphelo was sitting on the chair.
Dumbells in both hands while he's topless. And those were lightweights. He
had 10 kgs on each hand. Eyes closed. Earphones on. Dick print looking
like it would hurt anybody who dares to challenge. So with my silk gown on,
lingerie underneath and my heels on I switched on 'I want you around' and I
poked him. He opened his eyes and devoured the view of me in my gown.
He took his earphones off and dropped his weights.

Me: you can sit there and feel sorry for yourself or you can take advantage
of this body.

I said as I danced for him along the slow beat of this song. Which needed
me to slowly move my waist and those slow subtle movements looked
arousing since I was wearing the gown and I was in heels. Luphelo got up,
stood up behind me and danced with me. Our private parts were keeping
contact with one another... I would grind my ass against his dick and he
seemed to endure that until I stopped grinding and allowed my ass to
permanently touch his penis. He got tired of playing around because he
pulled my underwear to the side and then he fucked me along to the beat.
The vibe was set. This was us letting our emotions take over our mood.
Once he came, he took his pants off and then he put them aside to focus
on me.

Luphelo: We can get away.

Me: palm trees, beach views.

Luphelo: ordinary day.

Me: all I wanna hear is inner visions on replay.

Luphelo: and sit right next you.

We sang as we danced together. I'm enjoying this. Dancing with my

husband in the middle of the week.

Our weekend Is all day everyday.

Insert 73: Mafugal ZN Maimane

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Me: Luphelo you're snoring.

I said as I tapped his back in the middle of the night.

Luphelo: ndi divorce'e ke.

-divorce me then.

Me: ha.a mahn Tatakhe please tone it down.

Luphelo: nzozama.

-I will try.

He went right back to snoring so I exhaled and then I got up, took my
phone and went to sleep in Kumkani's bedroom.. Sihle had left me a lot of
missed calls so I got back to her. She surprisingly picked up.

Sihle: Maka Kumkani Nande.

Me: hi I got your missed calls. What's going on? Are you okay?

Sihle: ewe mntase I just have good news.

Me: okay? I'm listening.

Sihle: uhm uBulelani proposed to me so we're going to sign on Saturday.

However I don't want the family to know so can you please be my witness.

Me: what?!!! Okay congrats mntase... Oh my word I'm so happy for you
both.

Sihle: enkosi mntase. So can you come through?

Me: usabuza?! Am I allowed to tell my husband?

-you're still asking?

Sihle: No uLuphelo can't keep secrets worse xaye hluthi or xaye tipsy.
Ubay journalist.

-when he's full or when he's tipsy. He becomes a journalist.

I laughed hysterically and so did she.

Me: jongaaa that's so true. But okay mntase do you need me to help you
with anything? Buy you something? A dress? Shoes? Hair?

Sihle: won't that be a problem mntase?

Me: no mntase for wena? Hell no I love you.

Sihle: I love you more sthandwa sam. So I think I will need hair and make
up. Even if you borrow me the 36 inches of hair you wore for your wedding
and maybe you can borrow me those goldish heels of yours...

Me: eziyana zi botshwayo?

-the ones that you can tie?

Sihle: nqho.

Me: okay mntase. Accessories?

Sihle: I'm okay apho Lumi. I just need hair and your shoes qha.

Me: okay please get back at me with the time. I will be there. Omg I'm so
excited mntase!!

She giggled.

Sihle: uwhooooah you're exciting me ngok. Anyway mntase I have to go I'm

sleepy. I love you, good night and thanks for being a good auntie.

I laughed.
Me: I love you niecie... You and my grandchild should have a good night.

She laughed before blowing me a kiss and we hung up.

°° Saturday °°

I already told my husband that I have plans for Saturday so he told me he

is going to stay in with his son. It was nothing new to me because
Luphelo's Saturdays have been dedicated to being a daddy. I really wish I
had a father like Luphelo. Maybe I would have turned out differently if I did.

I woke up to an empty bed so I made our bed and then I went downstairs
where Luphelo was making our breakfast whilst playing music in the
kitchen for Kumkani who was giving his father little approving baby sounds.
Luphelo was topless, talking to his son.

Luphelo: amadoda funeka ephekile Kumkani. Siphaka ekitchen nase

bhedini nyana ungalibali... Umfazi funeka umenze anga phinde akubize
nge Gama. Umphathe kakuhle amane esithi "mnyeni wam" xayekbiza,
akuthuthe esthubeni Tiyeka. And umfazi akabethwa... Umfazi funeka
abone nge facial expression ukba unomsindo ngok otherwise akabethwa
umfazi. Ukuba ufuna umntu wobetha Iza kum u Tatakho silwe kuphele
uchuku.

-men have to cook. We dish up in the kitchen and in the bedroom son don't
forget. A wife must be made to never call you by your name. You should
treat her so well that she keeps saying "my husband" when she calls you,
and chant your clan names out of nowhere. And a wife shouldn't be
beaten... A wife must see from your facial expressions that you're angry
otherwise a wife should not be beaten. If you want someone to beat come
to me your father so we can fight and put the conflict to rest.

I stood against the wall whilst watching him speak some sense into his son.
I loved these Daddy lessons he was giving and I hoped Kumkani would
grow up with them because Luphelo's treatment of me is the reason why
my skin is popping. I have a low maintenance husband. One who doesn't
get jealous, angry nor does he need to be babysat.

Me: Molo mnyeni wam.

-hello my husband.

Luphelo: Molo sthandwa sam.

I went over to him and then I kissed him. Then I kissed Kumie.

Me: have you fed him?

Luphelo: yeah. That's why he's so energetic.

I giggled as I tickled his stomach.

Me: thanks baby. I'm leaving in about 2 hours keh.

Luphelo: okay. Uzobuya nini?

-when will you be back?

Me: probably at 11 pm or maybe during midnight?

He scoffed.

Luphelo: yho hay Kodwa Lumi. In the morning?

I raised my eyebrow. I run shit in my marriage. The Finisher is the Finisher

when we aren't in the same room together.

Luphelo: okay.
He sulked as he dished up breakfast for us, we ate and then I took a
shower. Got dressed and left.

I drove to the court where I met Sihle and Bulelani still waiting for their time
to get married.

Me: Mr and Mrs Cingani..

Sihle looked gorgeous by the way.

Bulelani: ey Majama.

He said before hugging me.

Sihle: where's my cousin?

Me: ndimshiye no Tatakhe. I woke up today and he was in the kitchen

giving Kumkani some daddy lessons. It's the cutest thing in the world.

Sihle: ncoh. Bulelani please take notes.

She joked as Ovayo came to sit next to me. I honestly forgot that him and
Bulelani were good friends Because of Sihle and I.

Ovayo: molweni.

Sihle: Molo Luphelo.

Ovayo: moja bawo.

Sihle: exhibit A. Hlalumi does this look normal to you?

Me: andifuni no thetha mntase khaya. If Luphelo hasn't said anything to his
imposter then what can I say?
-I don't even want to speak.

Ovayo: I'm not copying Luphelo. He didn't invent fades and tight fitted
tracksuits.

Me: k.

We sat and spoke until I noticed that Ovayo's phone was so out of his back
pocket that 90% of it was exposed and only 10% was inside his pocket so I
pulled it out as a joke to see how long it would take him to notice that it was
gone. Then I became curious so I excused myself and went to the
bathroom because I wanted to see what is happening in his life since this
transformation into Luphelo Jama Junior. I unlocked his phone, his
password has always been the same. It's his mother's name so I opened
his WhatsApp. I checked out his status and there were different pictures of
Luphelo and even some of Kumkani. My jaw dropped. His display picture
was a picture of Luphelo's wrist which had his Rolex. I was so shocked by
everything that was happening so I decided to go through his chats: I saw
Lona's photo as a display picture for a chat name "my love" and when I
read their conversations, I realised that Lona was being catfished into
believing that she was speaking to Luphelo. I went through Ovayo's entire
phone so I could see what else he was doing with my husband's name so I
read all of his texts and realised he was even promising some people jobs,
promotions, asking and giving nudes under Luphelo's name, getting
"training application fees" from different people and that was just on
WhatsApp. On Facebook and Instagram he was doing way more and I just
couldn't believe my eyes so I took screenshots, sent them to me, deleted
the chat and then I went back to everyone before I miss Sihle's signing.

Sihle & Bulelani finally tied the knot and I must have came across as a
jealous friend Because what I had just discovered fucked with me so badly
that I was angry and couldn't fake happiness at all. I couldn't wait to tell u
Luphelo so that he could give Ovayo some head injuries Because he
deserves it. He made me look like a joke at the workplace because people
are now looking at me as if I'm playing happy families with a cheating man
after all that Luphelo has done to try to protect me from looking stupid.

As I was about to call Luphelo, I received a Call from Lelethu who is Reids
wife.

Me: hi babes.

Lelethu: hi Ncumo uphi?

Me: I'm at the court but I'm on my way out. Why?

Lelethu: siyasela thina nabafazi eBlack Impala. So khaze.

-the wives and I are drinking at Black Impala. So do come.

Me: okay no problem.

Lelethu: are you dressed the part cos keh these wives are rich.

Me: ndingu mfazi ka The Finisher Jama mna noba bendi nxibe impahla
zobu Makoti

Mabamise inqondo.

-I'm the Finisher Jama's wife so even if I was wearing bridal clothes they
would have to get their minds straight.

Lelethu: yeses.

She hyped and I laughed. I really will not be undermined as if I don't go to

bed next to one of the hardest working men in PE.

Me: tsh... Give me about 3 hours cos I promised my best friend I would
stick around for her celebration.
Lelethu: okay babes.

Me: sure.

I hung up and then walked to my car where I followed behind Sihle and
Bulelani's "just married" car.

Luckily, Ovayo wasn't going to come to the celebration with us.

After drinking at Sihle's celebration party, I went to Black Impala to meet up

with the "rich wives". They were a bit too snobbish for my liking in the
beginning but after some shots, I began to tolerate them.

I began drinking so much that I thought I could dance. Fuck, I was having
the time of my life. I haven't had this wild type of fun in forever. I was really
drunk that I started crying cos I missed my man. Ladies have you ever
been so drunk that you just want your man? the music was super loud and
all of these different guys were hitting on me. This guy came to speak to
me.

Him: hi lovey.

Me: nditshatile.

-I'm married.

Him: awumncinci for u tshata. Unangaphi? 25?

-you're so young to be married. How old are you?

Me: twenty two.

Him: yaybona lonto... Iza kum xawune nxaki zakho emtshatweni ndizak
nceda.

-can you see that... Come to me when you have your problems in your
marriage I will help you.

Me: tshayiwe wena yamaz mnyeni wam? Akamhle wenza umsunu...

Mntuwam une Mali angay thenga inye le club ukba ike yavuka inkenqe...
Mnyen wam une 6 pack uqhuba iPorshe, BMW ne Tiguan. Wandithengela
ne Range Rover owam umntu... And jongaa mntuwam uthwele i
underpants iyasindwa nguye. Jo... Uzandikbonise i picture yakhe-

-you're crazy do you know my husband? He's so handsome... My person

has money he can buy this club if he wants to... My husband has a 6 pack
and he drives a Porsche, BMW and a Tiguan. My person

bought me a Range Rover... And look my man is loaded his underpants are
being overloaded by him. Look... Let me show you his picture-

I felt Luphelo's hand grabbing my shoulder. My heart stopped. I turned

around to look at him and he looked really pissed.

Luphelo: masambe Hlalumi.

-let's go.

Him: umsaphi?

-where are you taking her?

Luphelo didn't even justify himself he just gave that guy a loud backhand
which the guy didn't even retaliate to because he knew there was more
where that came from.

Luphelo: ngumfazi wakho lona?! Suqava mqundu.

-is this your wife? Don't be forward.

He said before taking my hand and after that backhand I didn't want to
upset Luphelo so I followed him out as drunk as I was.

Me: baby ubizwe ngubani? Bingu Lelethu?

-who called you here? Was it Lelethu?

He was so upset that he didn't say a word.

Me: Luphelo baby hima hima hima whoa... Uyayazi ukba ndiyakthanda?
Khame mahn baby... Uyayazi ukba wena uya Thandwa ndim?

-do you know that I love you? Wait man baby... Do You know that you are
loved by me?

Luphelo: Luthando olu lenzayo Hlalumi? Uncokola nawanye amadoda ndi

khona?

-is this love that you are doing Hlalumi? You're talking to other men but I'm
here?

Me: bungekho Luphelo-

-you weren't there Luphelo-

Luphelo: so that makes it okay?

His voice was cracking. Luphelo wanted to cry and I keep forgetting how
sensitive he is. I don't know why I keep doing that.

Me: ha.a baby yhoo... Mamela... Mntuwam lamntu bendi plita... But umna
bendim xelela ngawe... Hima hima whoah Taka Kumkani... Hima...
Uzibonile indlela omhle ngayo for ubane worry ngawanye amadoda.

-listen... My person that person was asking me out... But I was telling him
about you... Wait wait... Have you seen how handsome you are to be
worried about other men?

Luphelo: Hlalumi -
Me: ha.a Mnyeni wam I not will let you think of me that etc. Never again in
infinity!

Luphelo: Yinton lekaka uykhumshayo? Khangene motweni before

undihlaze. Yere uKumkani akena Mama.

-what English are you speaking? Just get into the car before you
embarrass me. Damn Kumkani doesn't have a mother.

I laughed as I climbed into the passenger seat on his car and he climbed
into the driver's seat. Luphelo: where's your ring?

I gave him my left hand and his face softened when he saw it. Kumkani
was in the backseat but I didn't want to wake him up.

Me: baby Ndiyeke usela?

-should I stop drinking?

Luphelo: no... You're 22. Have fun but don't leave with random people. I will
come pick you up whenever you go out just let me know. Okay?

He caressed my chin and I smiled.

Me: okay. But furthermore there are various upcoming further news I
should be talking-

Luphelo: hay khathule Hlalumi. Indenza i stress le English yakho.

-no keep quiet. Your English is stressing me out.

I laughed hysterically as I leaned back and fell asleep.

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Insert 74: MaDiba Jwambi

I had my first drunken sex moment with my husband on that night. I never
knew that sex has the ability to make a female so horny. I fell asleep in the
car but I woke up when I felt him carrying me up the stairs and then put me
on the bed... I was so aroused. Yes, I'm attracted to my man but the liquor
made my pussy really wet. He put Kumkani in his cot in our bedroom and I
watched him undress. I slid my hand in my underwear and then
masturbated to the sight of him stripping down. His silhouette... His frame...

Those firm buttcheeks... I was horny. He came around to my side whilst he

was still in his underwear and then he leaned down to undress me. He
knew I was up but Luphelo didn't know what to say to me at this point so he
took my clothes off including my bra and left me in my underwear.

Me: awuzonditya?

-aren't you going to fuck me?

Luphelo: unxilile.. I'll fuck you in the morning xawusezi nqondweni.

-you're drunk... When you're in the right mind.

If Luphelo won't even have sex with his own wife when she's drunk then
why do some men think it's okay to have sex with women when they are in
that state? Spousal rape is a real thing... And Luphelo refuses to do that to
me.

Me: Mnyeni wam... Mamela... Ezi impundu nge zakho... Ungazitya 24

hours nge emini bengathi ungena kwa McDonald's mntuwam... Monday to
Sunday... Uzilobolile ezi mpundu zitye zinye... Noba ndikqhumbele
impundu zona nzakupha ngoba andifuni uyozi fumana kwenye indawu... So
Iza mntuwam.

-my husband... Listen... This ass is yours... You can eat it 24 hours a day
as if you are entering McDonald's my person... You paid Lobola for this ass
fuck it... Even if I'm mad at you I will still give you ass cos I don't want you
to get it elsewhere... So come my person.

Luphelo: baby kukho umntana eroomin-

-there's a baby in the room-

Me: yamaz uKumkani yi heavy sleeper baby.

-you know Kumkani is a heavy sleeper.

He thought about it before he climbed on top of me and then he teased my

entrance with his dick until his dick could enter smoothly. My legs were
wrapped over his shoulders as he penetrated me deeply. His head was
stimulating my G-spot so I was groaning and moaning as Luphelo's raw
penis thrusted inside me. His body was colliding against my clit while he
was reaching the g spot and that sent me cuming. I reached an orgasm
which left me experiencing muscle spasms and some shivering although it
was hot in our bedroom since Luphelo adjusted the temperature for
Kumkani who was coming down with a flu. I came first and Luphelo
followed by cuming on my neck but he didn't even give me a break. He just
went right back to fucking me and I had my hands on his buttcheeks. Trying
to do as much as I can to control his depth and simultaneously spank him
when he's giving me too much Xhosa dick. We were recklessly kissing. I
have never been the girl who fucks whoever so this moment made me feel
like a whore and I loved it. I will be a whore for my husband any day who
gave me long, slow strokes between the thighs which left us both groaning
and my legs shaking. His grip on my body was quite firm
so when he came it softened and he slept on my chest while cumming
inside me. Our bodies sinked back into our pre-aroused state and we shut
down.

I was extremely hungover When I woke up in the morning but luckily for me
I was never the type to throw up in the morning. I had a headache, my body
felt tired but when I looked at my bedside chest of drawers, Luphelo had
left two chocolate chip muffins, a juice bar, a glass of water and two
headache tables.

Me: fucking lifesaver.

I said as I ate the muffins, drank my juice and my pills. Once I felt a bit of
relief, I took my phone and then I called him because I noticed that
Kumkani was not in his cot.

Luphelo: Mamakhe?

Me: hey niphi?

-where are you two?

Luphelo: bendiyo Landa iBenz yakho kalok. So I left with our baby.

-I went to fetch your Benz.

Me: oh... I forgot about that. Ndicela undi thengele ukutya.

-please buy food for me.

Luphelo: I not will help etc. Never again in infinity.

Me: Luphelo please don't do this to me right now I'm suffering.

He laughed.

Luphelo: yaynxila ikaka shame Hlalumi. But is Roco Mama's okay?

Me: no I just need zinger wings sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: okay. I love you, you little troublesome wife.

I laughed.

Me: I love you too baby.

He hung up and then I went to bed.

When Kumkani and his Dad arrived home, I had already taken a shower
and brushed my teeth. I waited in bed for them and Kumie smiled when he
saw his mommy.

Me: hey yancuma wena Jama? Ncumela uMamakho wena Jama? Hay
ntana entle? Heh ntana ezo khula i flexer? Ntana ethandwayo? Inkulu ka
Lumi no Phelo? Heh ndoda?

I fussed over my baby boy who kept pulling my bottom lip.

Luphelo: Yibambe njalo Kumkani.

-hold it like that.

He said before kissing my bottom lip and we laughed. It was cute. He gave
me my wings which I couldn't eat properly since Kumkani made my lips his
toy but his father distracted him with his Winnie the Pooh stuffed toy. I
finally Ate.
Me: Tiyeka I just want to apologize for what you saw at the club. I really
didn't do anything with that guy and I'm sorry you had to see that. I have
too much respect for you as my man to go around entertaining other men.
I'm sorry if you felt disrespected by that.

Luphelo: hay relax Hlalumi I know what happens emjaiveweni... People talk
to each other all the time so its okay. Thank you for apologizing though. It
means a lot.

He said before caressing my chin and I blushed and turned pink.

Me: I love it when you do that Luphelo stop... My face is going to explode.

He laughed.

Luphelo: uxolo sthandwa sam.

I recovered. I really didn't want to have to ruin our mood by telling him this
but I had to.

Me: mnyeni wam... I need to tell you something about uOvayo. Uhm...
Yesterday I was with uSihle and her man and Bulelani and Ovayo became
friends during the time him and I were dating. So I took his phone as a
prank but then I became curious and went through it. That's when I found
out that Ovayo has been catfishing abantu using your pictures . What's
worse Jama is that he's even catfishing people from Jama Constructions.
Lona is the one he's really fast with... He even asks for and sends nudes its
ridiculous... He even scams people of money, makes employment and
promotion promises to people... It's just a lot Luphelo. I even took
screenshots and sent them to my phone.

I showed him the screenshots and Luphelo was calm and collected on the
surface.

Luphelo: ihlisa isidima Sam lentwana.

-this boy is diminishing my dignity.

Me: I know and that's why I'm upset mnyeni wam. You look like a whore. I
look stupid at work. It's infuriating.
He exhaled.

Luphelo: I will sort it out baby relax, okay?

Me: okay Jojo, Tiyeka, Zikhali Mazembe...

I called out his clan names because I wanted to activate Luphelo's sicko
mode. His beast mode. Ovayo deserves the beating of his life. And I knew
he was going to get it.

°° Ovayo's perspective °°

Ta Jay called me and told me he was outside my home. I didn't know why
he would come to my place because whenever he needs me he always
expects me to come to him so I was curious to know what was so urgent
that he would come down his high horse and come to me.

So I went to his car. He came in the Porsche Cayenne this time and
everytime I see that car I think about Mandla. I climbed into the passenger
seat and he was wearing a tight fitted dark blue Polo tracksuit with brown
horses all over the jacket and white Bathu sneakers. His fade was freshly
cut and the stripes were crisp. Side burns trimmed and all that. Ta Jay
really is a clean man.. He started the car and then he started driving.

Me: Ya Ta Jay.

Ta Jay: so wena undim ngok?

-you're me now?

My heart dropped. How the fuck did I get busted? Who snitched? Luphelo
was so calm about it that it scared me.
Me: hay Ta Jay Mamela..

-no listen..

I expected him to cut me off but he didn't. I

Didn't have an explanation so I had to be honest, truly honest and hope it

would evoke emotion in him.

Me: bend funa uyazi kunjani uba nguwe Ta Jay. Bra undi xuthele i cherrie
yam ebendiy thanda, wamu mithisa gqhiba wamtshata. And nam bendi
bawela uba njengawe ndiphile ubomi bakho cos yabonakala ukba uHappy
wena grootman. Like onke lama cherrie baya phambana ngawe... Uyaba
cisha ndaqhonda keh mnake ndibawela la attention Ema meidini.

-I wanted to know what it's like to be you. You snatched my girlfriend that I
loved, made her pregnant and then you married her. And I also wanted to
be like you and live your life because it's obvious that you are happy. All of
the girls are crazy about you... You're killing them and I thought I would like
to have that attention from girls.

Ta Jay: bungeno sebenzisa i pictures zika Kwesta keh undiyeke mna?

-couldn't you use Kwesta's pictures and then leave me?

I looked down because that was typical Luphelo being sarcastic. I knew I
was going to get my ass kicked any moment now. I just needed to brace
myself for it. The location where he took me to said it all.

Ta Jay: get the fuck out of my car.

I climbed off and then he came to meet me. He took his jacket and watch
off. LJ protocol. He doesn't want blood on his brands.

Ta Jay: mamela keh mqund wakho... Mna nawe sizolwa ngoku. Ibayindoda
uyeke umoshana ne sdima Sam ngoba emsebenzini inoba bandi jongele
ingathi mna Ndiyi ndoda engena sdima ngelo xesha mna ndizthandela
umfazi wam. Yeka ukhalaza ingathi uyi damsel in distress mnqundu. Zange
ukwazi umpatha uHlalumi so ayo Mali emenze wahlala nam. Luthando.
Gqhiba kwam ngawe in the next 30 seconds, uzolungisa into ozoythetha
emsebenzini to clear up my name and then hand in your registration.
Uvile?

-listen here you ass... You and I are going to fight now. Be a man and stop
ruining my dignity because at work they are probably looking at me like I'm
a man with no dignity although I only love my wife. Stop complaining like a
damsel in distress. You never could treat Hlalumi right so it's not money
that made her stay with me. It's love. When I'm done with you... You're
going to fix what you're going to say at work... Did you hear that?

I nodded as the tears fell down from my eyes. I didn't even challenge Ta
Jay who threw a fist right to the side of my cheek. It ripped my skin apart
and I bled before he followed it up with a kick to the side of my head that
knocked me down but Ta Jay never let's his victims fall so he shot a
stinging knee in between my eyes which hurt like a bitch to force me back
to my feet. He grabbed my body and then he power slammed me to the
ground where he punched multiple face breaking shots. I was bleeding but
that wasn't enough because he kicked the side of my face when I was
down. in true MMA fashion, he wrapped his legs around my neck and
squeezed just to make me pass out. I tapped weakly because this shit was
a painful submission maneuver.

Ta Jay: ubona i referee apha mqund wakho? Referee yi catfish. Yibize

izonqanda.

-do you see a referee here you ass? The referee is a catfish. Call it so it
can break us up.

He said before shooting a disastrous shot to my temple which rattled my

skull. And that's what did it.

That's what knocked me out.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°
My husband came home at about 6 in the evening. I was carrying Kumkani
on my back when he came home. He looked too relaxed for someone who
just went to take care of "business".

Me: are you okay?

Luphelo: yeah ndi grand.

Me: how's Ovayo?

Luphelo: use sbhedlele.

-he's in hospital.

Me: okay keh Zikhali . What do you want your reward to be?

I asked as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He was ice cold.

Luphelo: uvile ndithini kuwe Ncumo? He's in hospital.

-did you hear what I'm saying to you.

Me: and that's where people who fuck with us belong. I don't feel remourse
anymore for people who fuck with us Luphelo. I really don't. And I know
you're sensitive and emotional but Jama... Our family comes first at all
times so I don't feel bad for protecting our family.

Luphelo: kwenzeke ntoni kuwe Majama?

-what happened to you.

Me: I struggled to get to this point where I can be happy so whoever fucks
with my family will need a medical aid mntaka bawo.

I said as I walked back into the kitchen to decrease the heat of the stove
before our dinner burns.

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Insert 75

Men are weak. I see it all the time with Luphelo. Sure he kicks ass and he's
ripped but this thing with Ovayo was really taking its toll on him. So after
dinner and putting his baby to sleep, we took a shower and then I rubbed
his back as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Me: Luphelo kutheni iku phatha kakubi lento? Ovayo is not your first victim.

-why are you taking this badly?

Luphelo: bendi bona i potential kula ntwana Hlalumi. Ebendi Khumbuza

ngam kuze bendi lingana naye ngok iyandi nyisa eyo kuba funeka
ndimenze lento.

-I was potential in that boy. He reminded me of myself when I was his age
now it's fucking with me that I have to do this to him.

I kissed his neck.

Me: baby I feel for him too. I mean at some point... He was my boyfriend.
But life changed and I have to think about you now. What if someone
posted the nudes on social media and it trended? Cos you didn't know this
was happening and I can only imagine the excuses that he gave those girls
as to why he can't meet up with them. They could have gotten frustrated
and decided to ruin you. How would that have affected us?

Luphelo: maybe was there no furthermore upcoming catfishing never again

in infinity kalok ku Ovayo mntuwam.

I laughed as I let go of Luphelo.

Me: uzond dika.

-you're going to annoy me.

I pointed at him with my index finger and he kissed it whilst laughing.

Luphelo: Ovayo was supposed to confess to the people at JC about what

he did and clear my name... And then resign because I don't want to be
sued for unfair dismissal. But we have to wait until he's healed.

Me: oh...don't worry about that baby. Let's watch TV qha thina and just be
grateful that nothing major happened.

Luphelo: Okay.

We kissed and then he sat in between my legs while we watched Fifty

Shades freed. I applied hair food to his scalp. We have to keep the fade
looking healthy for the Finisher.

Me: baby am I going to get dick tonight?

Luphelo: never again in infinity.

Me: k.

I said as I cheekily combed his hair.

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.

I left Kumkani with his father in the morning since I didn't finish all of my
work on Friday therefore I needed an early start at work. By 9, I was
already finished with Fridays work so I was relaxed by the time Lona came
into my office. I had literally forgotten about her because my mind was
focused on the people Ovayo catfished as a collective that I forgot about
his favorite victim.

Lona: hi Mrs Jama.

There the bitch goes again. This is exactly why I needed Luphelo to fuck
Ovayo up. It's because he put me through bitches like Lona who can't stay
the fuck away from married men.

Me: hi Lona unjani?

Lona: I'm good thanks and you?

Me: I'm fine.

Lona: yeah I need an update please on how many water pipes have been
sent for Site 490. Because I just got a call saying more is needed so I need
to make sure that the site manager isn't maybe... Selling them for personal
gain and then lying to us by saying there has been a shortage.

Me: good thinking. I will send you an email.

Lona: thanks.

Me: yeah and by the way Lona... I'm really upset about this but I'm going to
be very professional about this. I understand that you had reason to believe
you were speaking to my husband. And it bothers me that you ignored the
fact that he's married and entertained a married man.

Lona: Ncumo-

Me: oh so you know my name now?

Lona: Ncumo it wasn't like that-

Me: it wasn't Kakade Because Ovayo was using Luphelo's pictures to talk
to you girls and you all fell for it. Now if this is not a lesson to leave married
men alone then I don't know what is because your nudes...

Are on Ovayo's phone. My husband never saw them. So please go back to

all of the ladies you talked to during lunch time, making me out to be the
fool... And let them know that he isn't the man you were sending nudes to
in the early hours of the morning.

She shook her head weakly and I laughed.

Me: uSis Bhanxa rha.

-you're a fool Damn.

I said as she walked out with her tail in between her legs. It's really never a
good idea to start something with a married man.

After work I decided to visit Ovayo. I knew he had a medical aid and he
often goes to Greenacres hospital so I asked which room he's in and I was
told so I went up to him. He was really fucked up. I would have passed him
if he didn't have a slab of Bubbly by his bedside chest of drawers which is
his favorite. So I sat down on the chair and he avoided eye contact with me
by looking forward.

Me: Ovayo do you know why I started putting a watermark on my Herbalife

pictures?

Ovayo: no.
Me: it's because there was this girl who started a fake profile using my
pictures and started scamming people of their money who wanted to buy
Herbalife. And you know how expensive the products are. I then met this
woman who harrassed me while I was out with my mother at the mall
saying I took her money and ghosted. It wasn't pretty... She made threats
so my mom had to pay her. But after that I never felt safe again. Cos I
didn't know who else was going to threaten my life and I didn't have that
kind of money to pay everyone she scammed back. That's why this whole
catfishing thing angered me it's because you put my husband in danger. He
cannot protect himself from things he doesn't know about and Ovayo... If
one of those bitches you were talking to has a psycho partner and he tried
to or did kill my husband over that whole thing I would have killed you
myself. Cos I am incapable of loving another man that is not Luphelo Jama.
And imagine if those nudes were posted online and they thought it
belonged to Luphelo. Just think of how his businesses would suffer?

The tears fell down his eyes.

Ovayo: it's painful watching you with him. And knowing he's a better man
far beyond his money hurts even more cos he really does love you...
There's no way I'm even getting you back from him. And that's why I tried to
live his life but I went too far.

Me: you had one job bruh... And one job only. And that's to treat me well.
The sex would have followed but you couldn't wait. So please... Move on.
You're a handsome, smart guy and I love you but family comes first.

Ovayo: I fucked up.

Me: we all fuck up. And him beating you like this wasn't to hurt you... He
also didn't take this well but I warned you and you didn't listen so this was
necessary. Luphelo and I have been through so much in our marriage
because of people and it has made me really angry to the point where I
don't care what happens to people who threaten my family anymore.

He coughed out blood so I wiped the blood coming out of his mouth with
his cloth.

Me: are you okay?

Ovayo: yeah just some broken bones. That's all. Yi sylon uTa Jay rha.

I exhaled.

Me: I brought you your favorite though... Pizza from Pizza Hut. I kept it in
the car because I wanted to see how our conversation was going to go first.

He laughed.

Ovayo: do I deserve it?

Me: yeah I'm coming back.

He nodded so I went back to my car and then I came back with his pizza.

Sihle called me and told me that she and Bulelani would be coming to the
house. I let Luphelo know so I cooked dinner and dished up when they
arrived. Bulelani looked terrified of Luphelo. I think the stories he heard
from Ovayo scared him. Sihle put Kumie on her lap and he adorably
cuddled up to her belly and slept.

Sihle: aww uMalume.

We laughed. Its really funny that Kumkani is going to be an uncle soon. Ffs
he's not even a year old and he's already got responsibilities.

Sihle: eh Tanci I need to tell you something.

Luphelo: andifuni uyiva.

-I don't want to hear it.

Me: ndakcela Tancu Rolex. Aw Bhut "I get what you get in 10 years in 2
days". Tancu Law school Cum Laude.
She was really working on his ego and it was working in her favor.

Luphelo: Mxm Sihle ufuna uthini?

-what do you want to say?

She laughed at his side smile.

Sihle: uhm I'm married.

Luphelo squinted.

Luphelo: why Sihle?!

Sihle:

Because Tanci it's the best thing for us right now.

Luphelo: Sihle subhanxwa ngu Instagram ka Hlalumi. Do you know the

responsibilities that come with being married?

Sihle: it can't be harder than being a parent Kodwa Tanci-

Luphelo: well are you a parent yet? You're pregnant... You know nothing at
this point about what you're putting yourself into. When you're married you
need to become a provider, you no longer have control over your finances
ngoba what's yours becomes ours... You are no longer living for yourself
anymore...

You need to overthink your decisions and make sure they won't
inconvenience your spouse. Marriage is not easy I don't know why you kids
make it sound so easy-

Me: you kids?!!

I exclaimed and Sihle and Bulelani laughed.

Sihle: your wife is a kid too keh.

Luphelo laughed.

Luphelo: guys hayin mahn I feel like the only adult in the room right now.

Bulelani: Grootie it was my Idea to marry her and I'm aware of all of the
things you have brought up but I promise you have nothing to worry about.

Luphelo: ulbatele i Lobola Kwedin? Uyaziwa zi ancestors zakokwenu

uSihle?

-did you pay Lobola boy? Is Sihle even known by your ancestors?

Bulelani: andikabina Mali yayo bhuti. We are currently focusing on raising

our baby.

-I don't have money for it yet.

He looked down and Luphelo bit his lip. He does that when he's thinking.

Luphelo: I don't know why the fuck I became so soft but fuck... Mamela
Sihle. Ndiyakthanda mntaka bhuti. And ndifuna u lungisa indlela endak
phatha ngayo kuze ndive ukuba awungowam so masenze kanje... Bulelani
ndizok Nika imali Yolobola uSihle Kodwa keh sizoy gcina phakathi kwethu
lento. Abanye abantu mabangayazi ngoba bazo funa uthetha ikaka yabo
bakjongele phantsi but I need to play my role and be an uncle ngoku so
yeah... I need you to promise me that you will treat my daughter the same
way I treat my wife. If not, uzayolala ecamko Mnge wakho uOvayo.

-listen Sihle. I love you my brother's child. And I want to fix the way I
treated you when I heard that you aren't mine so let's do it like this...
Bulelani I will give you money to pay Lobola for Sihle but we are going to
keep this between us. Other people shouldn't know about this because
they will want to talk shit and look down on you... You will sleep next to
your friend Ovayo.

I don't know why tears started falling from my eyes when he said that but
when I looked at Sihle she was also in tears.

Sihle: enkosi Tanci.

She said as she went over to her uncle and they hugged. And for the first
time I saw them lock lips and it was the cutest thing ever because that's
okay in Xhosa families as long as it's consensual and heartfelt.

Sihle: I love you so much Tanci you don't understand.

Luphelo: I love you too baby girl.

Bulelani got up and also hugged Luphelo.

Bulelani: ndyabulela grootie.

-I'm grateful.

Luphelo: sure ntwana. And send me your payslip and CV I will try to get
you a job that pays more cos I don't want Sihle to quit school.

Bulelani: thank you grootie.

They broke up their hug before going back to their seats. I got up and went
to fetch some tissues because this night was too emotional but beautiful.

Insert 76: Mpho Gift Tolo

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Kumkani couldn't stop crying when Sihle had to leave. So Luphelo and
Sihle had to sing a duet for him in order to calm him down. Once he was
calm, I carried him upstairs whilst holding my baby close to my chest.
Nothing brings me more joy in this world. His tiny hands grabbed my skin
while I planted little meaningful kisses along the crown of his face. My little
King. My first born. The only thing in this world that could ever make pain
worth it. My child. My son. My oxygen in an air filled with toxic gasses. My
baby. My everything. My reason to wake up in the morning and make
money. It's not even about creating envy on Instagram anymore. Its about
making sure he grows up flexing. I have never experienced a love deeper
than the love I have for Kumkani. I think I even love him more than the man
I'm married to. I struggled to love this baby and when I did, I came out guns
blazing.

Luphelo came into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Luphelo:
ulala nathi lomjita namhlanje? -is this guy sleeping with us today? I nodded.

Me: is this us now? Sleeping with a little us in between us?

He smiled.

Luphelo: it's been almost 4 months but ayqheleki.

-it's hard to get used to.

Me: true. It feels-

His phone rang. He picked up.

Luphelo: hello... Tshayiwe andizi... Last time you said what you said
remember how that shit turned out... Fine ndiyeza.

-you're crazy I'm not coming... I'm coming.

He hung up and I looked at him with a raised eye brow.

Me: what's going on sthandwa sam?

Luphelo: I just got a call from uMandla. Uthi he's arrested and he needs
me.

Me: so you are going to help uMandla?

Luphelo: he's going to pay me Hlalumi. Don't make it seem like a favor.

Me: Ngcolosi... Please don't associate yourself with that person.

Luphelo: Maka Kumkani listen... We need to pay off this mansion andithi? I
owe R1 000 000 ngoku of which I planned to pay it off in the next 6 months
but if I take this case I could cut it down to maybe 4 months. So let's not let
feelings get in the way of business. Please.

Me: okay.

I sulked and he kissed my forehead. Then he kissed the bridge of my nose.

And he paused before kissing my lips. I smiled.

Luphelo: yekile uqhumba? Andikwazi uhamba umfazi wam Endi qhumbele.

-are you done being upset? I can't leave when my wife is upset at me.

I smiled as he caressed my chin. One of these days I'm going to lose my

face due to overheating.

Me: I'm okay ngok sthandwa sam but just... Don't get emotionally attached.

Luphelo: okay Mamekhaya. Good night.

Me: I'm gonna sleep when you get home phola.

He laughed.

uTatekhaya gave his son a kiss and then he walked out.

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°° Luphelo's perspective °°

When I arrived at the police station, Mandla was being questioned in the
interrogation room by the detective handling his case.

Detective: Mandla you shot your wife with an illegal gun. The evidence we
have is solid-

Me: Detective if you don't learn to start utilizing the word "allegedly" when
speaking to my client then you will give me reason to have you looked into
because you are being biased towards my client.

He exhaled as I walked into the room and took a seat next to Mandla who
relaxed when he saw me.

Detective: I'm just trying to help your client.

Me: then set him free.

Detective: you know it doesn't work like that.

Me: just like interrogating someone without their lawyer present. So please
excuse us.

The Detective got up. I know him. We didn't get along when we were
growing up in New Brighton. He had everything and allowed his parents'
money to get to his head and when he lost them, his world came crashing
down.. But he has since recovered.

Detective: ungu mnqundu Luphelo ukuba uzomela lomntu. He killed his

wife.

-you're shit if you are going to stand for this person.

Me: keh ngoku? Uyoyika dahn? Khange uthi solid le evidence yenu? And
ndithe kuwe Ithi allegedly msunu.

-so? Are you scared? Didn't you say your evidence is solid? And I said you
should say allegedly.

Detective: inxaki ndiyakwazi Luphelo ngo phika. But not this time around
Jama.

-the thing is I know you and denying.

Me: you forget I got the name The Finisher in court. But khahambe mahn
sifuna uythakatha le case and lithe igqhirha lam funeka siqhumise ngo 10
entloko singabi late.

-but just leave man we want to be witch this case and my traditional doctor
said we have to light smoke at 10 pm sharp.

Zuko was so annoyed that he walked out and left me alone with Mandla
who was stressing.

Me: Mandla what the fuck did you do? I don't have the evidence file with
me right now.

Mandla: I shot my wife.

Me: I know but why?

Mandla: because... Uhm... I was abusive. And... She tried to fight back this
time around and... I shot her.

Me: and this gun you used... Is it really illegal?

He nodded and I wiped my face.

Me: so when you fought with your wife... Did she suffer from any bruises or
anything that the state could use to maybe try to prove that it was pre
meditated? Because if they are successful that immediately ups your
sentence.
Mandla: andi khumbuli.

-I don't remember.

I sighed.

Me: I have dealt with such cases and I could get you out on a very strict
parole which is Better than nothing but I need my deposit. I will charge R1
150 000 and I need my deposit of R500 000.

Mandla: yeses Luphelo udhuru Kodwa.

-you're expensive though.

Me: let me paint a picture for you. You killed your wife with an illegal gun,
your wife of 10 years who has filed several assault charges against you
over the years and I'm 100% they will bring that up and try to establish a
pattern of behavior within you that deems you unfit to walk amongst
society. You can get life for that or even more than life. But I'm
guaranteeing you maybe 10-15 years of parole... But if money is more
important-

Mandla: okay fine. I will make sure you're paid first thing in the morning.

Me: okay. Now don't accept any plea deals without talking to me... Phof
don't accept them at all. Issa trap.

Mandla: Yinton wakhala ngo Issa wena wabasi Skrr Skrr se advocate hay
ptsek mahn.

I laughed cos deep down I enjoyed seeing him in this position. I was
worried about his wife more than anything because I told her years ago to
leave Mandla because abusive men never stop being abusive until they kill
you but she never listened. And now the world mourns her. I wrapped up
my meeting with Mandla and then I went home to my wife and son.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

My man came home at about past 11 pm. I was really excited about him
coming home so I went to meet him downstairs and tried to scare him as
he came inside.

Me: Bhaaa!!

Nigga didn't even flinch. The only thing that moved was his eyebrow which
he raised.

Luphelo: une xesha.

-you have time.

I laughed but I was really disappointed.

Me: baby weren't you lowkey scared.

Luphelo: no.

Me: mxm... How did it go? What did Mandla do?

Luphelo: car accident.

He avoided eye contact with me. He's lying.

Me: let's try this again Taka Kumkani... And this time I need you to tell me
the truth. What did Mandla do. Lie to me again and we'll have a problem.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: he killed his wife.

Me: wow... And you're defending a person that killed his wife?

Luphelo: Majama... I'm an advocate that's my job.

Me: you already have enough money to reject this case-

Luphelo: so you're content with this life? Don't you want to have more
money? Be a Billionaire someday?

Me: no I'm good with this lifestyle. It's giving me everything and a good
nights sleep.

Luphelo: this lifestyle... Has been funded by my decisions Hlalumi. My

dreams. I don't want comfort. I want money. I already turn down rape cases
cos I just can't... I get emotional. I lose my shit whether they put me on
State or whether they put me on Defense so if I turn murder down too what
am I going to earn?

Me: Kodwa Luphelo uMandla-

Luphelo: let Mandla go Hlalumi. It's not about him. Yaz Yinton in case you
couldn't tell but I'm upset, I'm tired of this shit. I just

Want to go to bed.

He said as he walked past me and went to sleep in the spare bedroom. He

needed time to cool off because Luphelo doesn't like confrontations so I let
him be.

>> Next Friday <<

It took Ovayo two weeks to recover from the beating he received and even
then he hadn't fully recovered so he went back to the office to fetch his
stuff, hand in his resignation letter and then clear Luphelo's name. The
reason why he was told to resign is because he was given this job as a
favor by Luphelo because he felt sorry for taking his girlfriend. he didn't
even qualify for such a job in the first place since he hasn't finished
studying yet and he fucked things up for himself. This is real life. You bite
the hand that feeds you, you end up hungry. We called everyone in the
office to gather around to watch Ovayo say his speech.

Ovayo: uhm guys listen... I'm sorry to everyone who has been affected by
my actions. I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings nor image. The
consequences of my actions will always haunt me... Uhm I catfished some
of you using Mr Jama's pictures. I just allowed admiration to turn into a
dangerous obsession and need to be like him. I used his pictures to start
relationships and to feel powerful... I'm sorry to everyone whom I deceived.
I was just going through a hard time and I will never stop regretting myself.
I hope that what has happened to me could be a learning lesson to
everyone to not catfish other people. You risk their reputations and
business interests if they have them. I thought I was finding healing by
pretending to be the man who married my ex girlfriend but I was actually
pulling myself further from healing. So Mr Jama said he will pay everyone I
scammed back with my salary for this month so you will be refunded guys.
Thank you for listening.

He adjourned the gathering and all along my eyes were fixed on Lona who
was so embarrassed. Ovayo walked out of Jama Constructions with his
head held down.

It was Friday night and a girl wanted to drink so I called Lelethu and asked
her what her plans were. She told me there was a house party somewhere
in Zwide so I bought my alcohol and then went to meet her there. I had
already asked my husband if it was okay and he told me I must be back
before he gets mad. And Luphelo has a long temper so I still had time.

I was wearing the clothes I wore at work, my black chest revealing black
blouse, ripped jeans and black heels. I'm hot bruh. The HJay steeze was
on point.
I met Lelethu when I walked into the house and she couldn't stop gushing
over how sexy I looked. I thanked her so we stopped speaking in the
kitchen and went to join everyone and honestly I had a blast. The men
were fighting over me. Even men who have their girlfriends present at the
party but I'm married and I take that seriously so I didn't let any man come
close enough to touch what Luphelo has paid to touch. We danced,
smoked and drank before I received a call. I didn't even check what the
caller ID was. I just answered.

Me: thetha joe thetha thetha yey ndithi kuwe thetha.

Ma: hay Hlalumi ndim uMazala wakho.

-no Hlalumi it's me your mother in law.

I became sober immediately.

Me: uhm Molo Ma I'm sorry me was thinking hlambi... Maka Luphelo...uhm
Mama bendi cimba ungu Luphelo.

-I thought you are Luphelo.

My brain was fried.

Ma: oh so wena umphendula njalo unyana wam? Uthi thetha yey ndithi
kuwe thetha? -oh so that's how you answer my son? You say "talk yey I'm
telling you to talk". Me: ha.a Mama.

Ma: ndi lapha eZwide ndabona imoto. Ndicela ukbona.

-I'm here at Zwide then I saw the car. Can I see you.

Me: okay on the way mama.

She hung up. I was so fucking scared.

Me: Lelethu khaze i jersey yakho my mother in law is here.

Lelethu: ufuna nton lowo?!!!!

-what does that one want?!

Me: chomi if I known ngendi ngazanga.

-i wouldn't have came.

Lelethu: chomi let's go together cos ha.a sahna that English needs back
up.

Me: teamwork ok chomi.

I wore her jacket and then we walked out together to Luphelo's mother who
stood next to my car.

Me: Greetings Maka Bae.

Lelethu: Molo Mazala.

She said as she squeezed my finger.

Ma: molweni sisi. Ayinkulu le jersey Hlalumi uphinde wamitha?

-this jersey is so big are you pregnant again?

Me: never. It's the climate yho Mama i global warming tends to be
troublesome shame. Hence the jersey is big.

Lelethu: ngqo. Hence Mamazala, hence.

Ma: mnk... Buyekeni utywala shame. Anindi bhanxi.

-leave alcohol alone. You are not fooling me.

Me: What?

Lelethu: alcohol?

Me: what's that?

Lelethu: I don't know chomi.

Me: tsh Kodw Mamu Jama after sithe hence usasi tyhola ukba siyasela.
Umntu onxilileyo akamazi uhence kalok.

-after we said hence and you are still accusing us of drinking? Drunk
people don't know hence.

She took her phone out and called her son on loudspeaker. I was dead
quiet.

Luphelo: Mama?

Ma: ndi lapha eZwide no Hlalumi. Uyamaz ukba unxilile?

-I'm here at Zwide with Hlalumi. Do you know that she's drunk?

Luphelo: ewe bend xelele.

-yes she told me.

Ma: wena no mntana niphi?

-where are you and the baby?

Luphelo: endlini kalok Mama.

-at home.

Ma: so wena uyi house husband while your wife is out drinking?

Luphelo: yakwazi uzi phatha uHlalumi Mama ndicela uyeke umfaz wam.

-Hlalumi can carry herself Mom please leave my wife alone.

Ma: nanku umamele nangoku.

-here she is listening now.

Luphelo: nxila ugheze mntuwam umqala ngowakho!!

-drunk and become mischievous my person the throat is yours.

Me: shot Ta Jay!!!

Luphelo: uba Nike i English lessons mntuwam ndikthembile Shakespeare!!

-and give them English lessons my person I trust you Shakespeare .

Me: Nzabanika mnyen wam!!

-I will give it to them my husband.

We all laughed.

Luphelo: bye bye keh. I love you.

Me: bye bye sthandwa sam. I love you and my son.

Luphelo: moja baby.

He hung up whilst Ma shook her head.

Ma: haike Hlalumi have fun mntanam.

Me: k ma. Bye bye.

Ma: bye.

We hugged and then Lelethu and I walked her to the house that she was in
before turning back to go to the party. I'm really married to the coolest man
in the game.

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Insert 77: Kuhle Jadezweni

I drove back home myself and arrived at about 11 pm at home. It was just
before midnight and Kumkani was still awake. Watching movies with his
Daddy. The temperature in the living room was so warm. It was welcoming.

Luphelo: hi.

Me: hellllllllo ladies.

I said before dancing in the living room. My husband watched me with a

raised eyebrow.

Luphelo: ubhekisa kuba xawusithi ladies?

-who are you referring to when you are saying ladies?

Me: kuwe no Kumkani.

-to you and Kumkani.

He laughed.

Luphelo: uyaqhela. Khaze baby. Ebendik khumbula.

-you are disrespectful. Come baby. I missed you.

I took my shoes off and then I cuddled up next to him and our son. I
covered myself with their blanket and we all snuggled up together. I kissed
him.

Me: thanks for the defense against your motherhood.

Luphelo: pleasure all is the mine.

Me: idea is gone for all the stuff I did to deserve husband as you.

Luphelo: my want is live the 1th life you is having. Young is you.

Me: young is me baby?

Luphelo: young is you sthandwa sam. Let fun have you.

I laughed as we kissed. Kumkani became restless and started crying.

Luphelo: crying is the son of us.

Me: handle the son of us please.

He laughed.

Luphelo: okay.

He gave our baby the bottle before rocking him to sleep. I was so tipsy that
I fell asleep whilst watching him putting out baby to sleep.

In the morning, my husband woke up and wore his robe. I seldom see him
in it because he keeps it in the office at JLS so everytime I see him in it I
become really horny. He wears it with so much pride. So much dignity. He
looks like an advocate from a movie and not a real one. He's so neat and
so put together but at the same time he's got that fade with those stripes
that take 10 years off his age. He wore his watch and his cologne and I
exhaled.

Me: look at you going to get a murderer off.

Luphelo: look at me going to be paid in a 7 figures.

I exhaled.

Me: Kodwa Luphelo-

-but Luphelo-

Luphelo: Hlalumi I support every little thing you do. I need you to do the
same..

Me: okay.

Luphelo: you can come watch me if you would like.

Me: I will do a better job at supporting you Tiyeka Kodwa... I can't knowing
that he's guilty.

He nodded before shrugging his shoulders.

Luphelo: okay.

He took his laptop bag and then he kissed my lips.

Luphelo: I love you.

Me: I love you too.

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I decided to go watch Mandla's trial so I arrived at the court when it was my
man's turn to cross examine the first witness who is Mandla's late wife's
sister. She took the stand and Luphelo stood up, looking sexy as hell. I
didn't agree with what he's doing but it is his job. It's not like he's
committing a crime.

Luphelo: So Miss Mafu, please tell the court what kind of a person your
sister was.

Her: she was very kind, loving, honest and she was very smart. She liked
to help people and was very motherly to everyone who needed motherly
love. She liked to share and was a strong believer in God.

Luphelo: then why didn't you two get along? Because I have siblings too...
And I know that good siblings get along with good siblings. One good
sibling doesn't get along with one bad sibling. So if my maths literacy
serves me correct, you must be the unkind, unloving and dishonest sister.
Right?

Her: no that's not the case. We just didn't get along because (pauses)... I
was jealous of her life.

Luphelo: I see you also have a history with drug and alcohol abuse.Are you
still using?

Her: no I'm... I have recovered and I have been off drugs for a little over a
year now. And I have been sober for 7 months.

Luphelo: congratulations. What do you do for a living?

Her: uhm... I'm unemployed.

Luphelo: let me repeat myself... Uviwe Mafu what do you do for a living?

Her: I sleep with wealthy men.

Luphelo: so you're a prostitute?

State advocate: Objection Your Honour. I request the Defense to use a

different line of questioning.
Judge: I will allow this line of questioning. The defense might be onto
something here. Answer the question Miss Mafu.

Her: yes.

Luphelo: so when you're with these different men... Sleeping with them. Is it
easy for your mind to tell your self that you love them and that you're
enjoying this experience since you previously said you don't use drugs nor
alcohol anymore?

Her: yes... I mean... No... I just-

Luphelo: you mean yes. So lying is easy for you?

Her: no lying is not easy-

Luphelo: but you just said yes without hesitation? Your Honour Miss Mafu
is not a credible witness and is unfit to take this stand because firstly she is
woman with a very colorful history with drugs and she's also a very
elaborate liar who is not only able to convince other people of her lies but
she is also good at convincing her own self hence she can sleep with
different men that she may not even be attracted to without using drugs nor
alcohol.

State advocate: Objection. Your Honour the defense is drawing an entire

conclusion about my witness's character based on very minimal
information.

Judge: Sustained.

Luphelo: Let us go to the unfortunate night when my client tragically lost his
wife.

I rolled my eyes because Luphelo was making this so God damn emotional
knowing good and well that his client killed her.

Luphelo: you said you were there, sleeping in one of their servants quarters
right? So when you came running into the house, what did you say to
Mandla?
She started crying.

Her: I screamed and yelled what did you do? And he confessed by saying
"sorry".

Luphelo: just sorry?

Her: yes.

Luphelo: so there was no pronoun for example "I" that points directly to my
client. No finite verb "I am" that we could use in addition to the sorry to
conclude that my witness is confessing. "Sorry" alone could be "Sorry I
didn't protect her". Therefore we cannot use a single word to throw a
grieving widower in

prison. But Miss Mafu, you previously stated to the court that you are sure
that the gun belongs to my client. Could you please corroborate?

Her: uhm I don't understand.

Luphelo: I mean explain why you are sure.

Her: because I have seen him handling the gun before. It was in his safe.
So I know he killed her.

Luphelo: you're lying Miss Mafu like you always do. That gun weighs 4.7
kg's. My client is left handed which also happens to be his weaker arm. He
could not have possibly been physically able to shoot his own wife 7 times
using his weaker hand. You are just trying to believe that Mandla did this
and I'm even doubting the fact that you were there on that night maybe you
were somewhere getting high and distorting reality-

Her: but I have recovered-

Luphelo: that will be all Your Honour thank you.

He said before sitting down and then taking a sip of his bottled water.
.

Insert 78: Continuation

The court went for a break so I went to my husband who didn't expect to
see me there. He was so pleasantly surprised.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: what changed your mind?

Me: you talked about support and I'm your wife. I owe you that.

He gave me his fist which I bumped and we giggled.

Luphelo: masambe siyo Linda emotweni. Ndi lambile.

-let's go wait in the car. I'm hungry.

Me: okay.

We went to the car and on our way we met a man dressed in policeman
gear.

Him: Finisher ndiyakucela yeka le case.

-I'm begging you to leave this case.

Luphelo: k. Sapha la Mali bendizay fumana ku Mandla.

-give me the money I was going to get from Mandla.

He exhaled.

Him: I don't have that money.

Luphelo: then I won't drop this case.

Him: Luphelo-

He grabbed Luphelo's wrist who grabbed an entire policeman by the neck

and strangled him. I have a pit bull of a husband. Who is tamed only by the
sound of my voice.

Me: Jama.

He dropped that guy and then fixed his own robe.

Luphelo: le watch ingak khupha e matyaleni uyeke uba blacklisted cimba

andiyazi ukba une beef no Absa? Ngaphinde undi bambe kwi Rolex
uyawfa. And don't ever touch me like that in front of my wife again.

-this watch could get you out of your debts and stop being blacklisted. You
think I don't know you have a beef with Absa? Don't touch my Rolex again
you'll die.

He said before we walked to the car and then ate pizza.

Me: who is that?

Luphelo: Zuko. This is probably the 3rd person he has arrested that I'm
defending so we know each other well. And he knows I'm going to win this
so that's why he's pissed.
Me: Luphelo you're such a great advocate I didn't realise that. Luphelo: why
do you think they call me the Finisher? Me: wait... You got that name here?
He giggled.

Luphelo: ewe. I'm the Brock Lesnar of the Legal world. Manqanqa. Mike
Tyson. Muhammed Ali. Xandi dlula kuthi huuuu.

Me: unomoya?!

Luphelo: vele.

I laughed as I took my last bite of pizza.

Luphelo: celi blow job kalok Mamakhe.

-can I please have a blow job.

Me: hay Luphelo.

Luphelo: I need the boost for the second witness. Please.

I shook my head as he pulled his dick out and I sucked it.

Court was in session again so the second state witness was brought to the
stand. She was examined by the State and then it was brought over to
Luphelo who casually drank his water.

Luphelo: Mrs Faku, how long have you known the deceased.

Her: 21 years.

Luphelo: and you say she was abused by my client and she has filed
several charges against him but ended up dropping them. Why?
Her: she loved him.

Luphelo: Love of him or love of his money?

Her: Love of him.

Luphelo: Not lack of proof that he was abusing her?

Her: That wasn't an option though sir-

Luphelo giggled. I swear all advocates have the same laughter. Is there a
module that teaches advocates how to laugh?

Luphelo: That wasn't an option? Just like letting your best friend of 21 years
down isn't an option so you are choosing to ignore the fact that your friend
was continuously building a case against my client so that one day she
may be able to leave him to be with her true love, Chuma, because a string
of abuse claims could mean she will get money from their divorce
settlement since they signed a prenup?

State advocate: Objection My Lady! Speculation.

Judge: The Defense's reasoning is reasonable. Advocate Jama you may

proceed.

Luphelo: Thank you my lady. Mrs Fana, if you say the deceased loved her
husband more than she loved his money. Why did she cheat on him?

Her: she was feeling ignored, undermined and lonely. She needed a
shoulder to cry on and reached out to Chuma and they picked up where
they left off.

Luphelo: so... The deceased was feeling ignored, undermined and lonely...
Then she reached out to her high school sweetheart whom she has loved
longer than she loved her husband and they had an affair which only
stopped once my client found out otherwise they clearly had no intentions
to put an end to their affair. Would you agree that she loved him more than
her husband?
She looked down.

Her: yes.

Luphelo: would you agree that she didn't leave my client to be with him
Because he doesn't make half as much money as my client does and
wouldn't be able to afford the lifestyle she has become accustomed to?

Her: yes.

She was crying at this point.

Luphelo: my client found out about this and didn't lay a single finger on his
wife nor on the man who was sleeping with his wife. Would you agree that
if my client was abusive he was supposed to have beaten her following this
scandal?

Her: I...yes.

Luphelo: Do you believe that your friend wanted out of her marriage to be
with her ex?

Her: yes.

Luphelo: Okay I get it. clearly divorce wasn't an option for the deceased
because they signed a prenup. So over the years she falsely amassed
multiple false assault charges that couldn't be used due to a lack of
evidence because she wanted to make sure she leaves with some money if
she divorces him. But then she realised that she could make more money
from killing him instead so the deceased hired a hitman to kill my client but
the plan went wrong and she got killed. So Mrs Faku, do you believe that
there is a possibility that the deceased could have tried to get my client
killed in order to claim from his insurances.

Mrs Faku teared up on the stand.

Her: Judge make him stop please..

Luphelo: Mrs Faku you're wasting our time it's Saturday and we have
plans.
Her: Yes!!!

Luphelo: thank you Your Honour. I think we're good.

Luphelo went back to his seat and reclined. Handsome devil.

After we came from the court, we went to drop my car and then Sihle called
me when I was in Luphelo's car and we were about to drive to my mom's
place where I left Kumkani.

Me: babes?

Sihle: hi sisi uphi uTanci?

-where is Uncle?

Me: he's right here. The phone is on loudspeaker.

Sihle: okay so Tanci I just want to tell you that the Lobola has been paid
keh. Bulelani uyoyika uthetha nawe atsho ngokwakhe.

-is scared of talking to you and say so himself.

He laughed.

Luphelo: Its okay mntaka bhuti.

Sihle: yeah so today I'm having a little "bring your own booze" party cos we
leased an apartment so we just want to have a little chilled party so I
wanted uHlalumi to come.

Me: Yaaaaaaaas!!! What time?

Luphelo: no Sihle akazi. She went out Izolo... Tonight is strictly husband
and son time.

Me: but-

Luphelo: no.

Sihle: Kodwa Tanci-

Luphelo: no. Tonight I'm spending time with my wife.

I sulked.

Me: haike mnge. My husband has spoken. I will see you maybe next
weekend vha?

Sihle: okay keh... Bye guys I love you both so much.

Us: love you too.

We said before hanging up.

We took our son from mom's house and then took him to Mercantile where
he got his injection. My baby hates injections so he couldn't stop crying. We
had to buy chocolate and make him lick it before he could stop crying. Our
baby likes nice things.

We spent the rest of our day at the Baywest mall where we watched a
movie with Kumkani who was dead silent in the cinema. He would baby
giggle at irrelevant moments though which was super cute. We then ate at
Spur, bought a few clothes for our son and then we drove back home. Our
house may be too big for the three of us but the love that's present inside
those walls is too much.

We took a bath together, all three of us and Luphelo put my cushion in the
water so that his son could sit on and he held his son upright since his back
can't support itself.

Me: baby look at Kumie's fingers. They are so gorgeous like yours.

He giggled.

Luphelo: designer baby fondin Lena.

Me: I never thought I would ever have a baby so adorable.

Luphelo: me neither.

Me: baby aren't you upset about your mother seeing me drunk? Even the
least?

Luphelo: baby you're grown. I married an independent woman capable of

making her own decisions. I really don't want anyone telling me what to do
with my wife because you owe me loyalty and that's it..not submission. So I
can't tell you to stop drinking cos you're happy when you're drunk. I love
seeing you happy.

I smiled.

Me: you Are such a great husband.

I said as I caressed his chin and he blushed too.

Luphelo: I love to see you happy.

Me: I'm happy with you. And you have my blessing to defend Mandla. I will
be as supportive as I can.

Luphelo: I'll buy you another car as soon as we're done paying the house.
Sabu BMW M3.
Me: I don't want anymore cars baby I want a farm.

Luphelo: hehake De Beer.

I laughed so hard.

Me: this coming from Mr "Black excellent". Let's buy a farm sthandwa sam
and stop buying cars that lose their value as soon as we leave the car
dealership.

Luphelo: okay Sthandwa sam. Kumie ungasbulali please cos yey imali
ozobanayo Kwedin.

-don't kill us please cos the money you're gonna have boy.

I laughed.

Me: we'll have to sleep with one eye open.

We laughed and Kumkani looked at us then he smiled. Babies sense the

energy in the air and reflect it.

Insert 79: MaDiba Jwambi

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.

It was Sunday morning when I was woken up by a slap between my face

from Kumkani. He giggled when he realised what he had done and I
squinted.

Me: undbethelani mntaka Luphelo?

-why did you hit me Luphelo's child?

Kumkani: *blows bubbles through his mouth*

Me: wenzi MMA nawe baby? Fuzu Tata wena?

-you're also doing MMA baby? You're just like daddy?

I asked as I picked my bundle of joy up and then I went to feed him. Since I
am now drinking I had to relinquish the beautiful honor of breastfeeding my
baby. I was bottle feeding him against the kitchen counter when my
husband pressed himself behind me. Dick print pressed against my ass
and everything. His breath smelt like mint, flesh smelt like cologne... Lips
as soft as cotton. I felt butterflies in my stomach... And fire in my heart at
the touch of my husband.

Luphelo: Molo Ntikazi.

Me: hi.

Luphelo: you're (kiss) good (kiss)?

Me: keep kissing me and I'm going to drop this baby. You're making me
weak.

He giggled before planting a kiss to the side of my face. His eyes shifted to
his son and his eyes beaming.

Luphelo: Molo Tiyeka. Molo boy.

He said as he kissed his baby all over who giggled with every kiss his
father gave him. Luphelo was kissing our baby's belly and the inside of his
thighs and Kumkani was dying from laughter.

Me: baby uyambulala.

-you're killing him.

We both laughed before he kissed his sons forehead.

Luphelo: baby I have court today keh. What will you do?

Me: I wanted to go to church namhlanje sthandwa sam but I guess it will

have to wait until next week.

Luphelo: go to church Majama... The trial starts at 2 but I have to be there

earlier so go to church then come watch your man show you "how to get
away with murder".

Me: Cum Laude madoda. Mr "pay me in 7 figures".

Luphelo: yeses.

We giggled as I took our baby and then we went to take a bath in a

different bathroom..

I called Sihle so I asked her to attend church with me. So I dropped

Kumkani off with Luphelo's mother since they live closer to the church and
then I picked Sihle up from her new apartment with her husband. We
arrived at church and then she forced me to buy food for her. Bully.

Sihle: chomi did you and Tanci have sex until the final month?
Me: I gave birth at 8 months kalok mna but I think if I carried full term we
would have cos wow.

She laughed.

Sihle: he's that good hey?

Me: you do know what they say about men who can dance.

Older lady: hayin sanuthetha ngezonto ecaweni.

-don't talk about those things in church.

Me: hehake secretary ka God.

Older lady: sies niyazi thanda izimanga bantwana ndin. Izimanga azizonisa
ndawu. Nizomitha qha nixakane nabantwana abangena Tata umnye.

-yuck you love sex you children. Sex won't take you anywhere. You will just
fall pregnant and not know what to do with children who have different
fathers.

Me: yhuuuuu sitshatile.

-we are married.

We said as we flashed our rings.

Sihle: Senza baaaaa?

-who are you making us out to be?

Me: tyi singo Mama bekhaya nathi Mama. Siyafana nawe.

-we are the women of the house too Mama. We are just like you.

Older lady: mxm abafazi Bangok.

-wives of today.
She shook her head and then turned her head and we laughed.

Sihle: what are your plans for today mntase?

Me: go to court, see my mother-

Sihle: go to court? What for?

Me: kalok my man has this murder case he's working on so I want to
support him, you know? At first I didn't agree but Luphelo defends me even
against his mother. Like lately I have been going out, drinking and just
living my best life and he doesn't shame me for doing that... He encourages
me to have fun and he stays at home with our baby. I'm just blessed to
have him Sihle sometimes I feel like certain life experiences are great
because of him. I just love that man chomi yhoo... Thats my heart. My soul.
My baby daddy my friggin husband... The way he looks at and loves our
son is just amazing. I'm blessed.

Sihle: Ncoooh chomi you have a real one.

Me: bruh...

Sihle: can I watch him too?

Me: yeah sure.

I kissed her huge balloon face then we focused on the service.

After church, I drove to the court with Sihle on the passenger seat. I always
make sure I come right on time for my man's cross examinations because
the State's examinations are boring tbh. Luphelo is the sauce of this whole
boring thing.
The Third State witness was the one with the biggest meat on his bone so
Luphelo had to come for this witness with everything in him. It was
Mandla's long time enemy, his own father. The man who taught

Mandla everything he knows about abuse. He was brought to the stand in

order to prove that Mandla's upbringing in an abusive home is the reason
why he killed his own wife.

Luphelo: So Mr Xaba, please tell the court what kind of a relationship you
have with your son.

Him: we don't like each other.

Luphelo: I have a son. And one of the things that I realised is that it's my
duty to love my son and that my actions towards my son are what
determine the relationship we will have in future. So do you think you are
the reason why you don't like each other?

Him: yes but I have reached out to him and tried to fix things but he won't
listen to me.

Luphelo: when did you try to reach out to him?

Him: when he was about... 27?

Luphelo: isn't it just convenient that you tried to reach out to him exactly
when my client became a millionaire? Because when my client turned 27
he was worth R1 600 000.

Him: I didn't know that.

Luphelo: Mr Xaba you are under oath.

Him: I didn't know he was a millionaire but I knew he had money.

Luphelo: you knew he had money. So with this being said do you agree
that Mandla rejected having a relationship with you because he knew you
were after his money and that it's not because he's got "a heart of stone"
like you have previously told the court?

State: Objection My Lady! Leading the witness.

Judge: Overruled. The witness must answer the question.

Him: yes, yes I Do.

Luphelo: Right so Mr Xaba, you were not very involved in your son's life. All
you ever did was to bring pain and Suffering to your children. Was your
father like you?

Him: he wasn't in my life.

Luphelo: so where did you learn to be abusive?

Him: I'm short tempered so it's a combination of that and alcohol abuse...
And poverty.

Luphelo chuckled.

Luphelo: well my client is pretty controlled and has no anger issues, he

doesn't have an alcohol abuse problem and he's rich. He's also the same
man who was cheated on by his wife and didn't lay a single hand on her.
So Mr Xaba, I don't know about you but I believe that your actions showed
my client what a deadbeat, good for nothing, alcoholic, lazy, unemployed,
abusive man is like and he vowed that he would be better than you-

State: Objection My Lady!! Badgering the witness.

Luphelo: and you just cannot take it-

Judge: Advocate Jama!!! (banging)

Luphelo: because it makes you sick to your stomach that you couldn't get
anything right-

Judge: Advocate Jama!!! (banging)

Luphelo: and now your son is a better man today because of your
downfalls.

Judge: Advocate Jama!! (banging)

Him: STOP QUESTIONING ME DAMNIT I TRIED!!

He lost his shit and tried to reach for Luphelo who didn't even back up. His
stare fucked with Mandla's father so badly that he retreated and sat down
again.

Luphelo: Now Mr Xaba, you said your son isn't left handed. So let's test
what you know about my client. If you don't know just say "I don't know "
please don't try to explain anything. It's either you know or you don't know.
So What's his favorite color?

He exhaled.

Him: I don't know.

Luphelo: what was his favorite sports activity growing up?

Him: I don't know.

Luphelo: what was his first word?

Him: I don't know. That was too long ago.

Luphelo: I said don't explain. What did he study at University?

Him: I don't know.

Luphelo: at least tell me Which University he went to?

Him: I don't know!

Luphelo: what's his favorite food?

Him: I don't know.

Luphelo: When is his birthday?

Him: 5th of November.

Luphelo: it's on the 27th of February. You know nothing about your son Mr
Xaba. And here you are again... Failing him like you have done all his life.
Last question, you said during your questioning with the State that you are
100% sure that your son is not left handed. Given the fact that you knew
nothing out of these questions that I have just asked you... Are you still
sure that he's not left handed?

He exhaled.

Him: I'm not sure.

Luphelo: no further questions for the father of the decade Your Honour.
Thank you.

He said before sitting down and then fixing his ring. My face turned pink.

I had been waiting for hours for the State's next witness: Mbali. I was very
excited to watch Luphelo decimate her because I asked him as a personal
favor to make sure she pays for all the shit she did to us in that courtroom
and he asked me "have I ever failed you". The State completed her
questioning and it was then handed over to uTaka Kumkani.

Luphelo: Miss Jali, taking into consideration everything that you have said
about my client and his alleged abuse towards his wife and towards you...
Do you believe that my client is capable of murder?

Her: Yes I do believe that he is capable of murder.

Luphelo: are you sure?

Her: yes.

Luphelo: If you believe that he is capable of murder then why did you allow
him and his wife to adopt your baby?

Her: it wasn't a legal adoption. They were just raising her for me because I
can't afford to raise her yet due to her expensive hospital bills.

Luphelo: how much are her monthly medical expenses?

Her: they can range from R4700 minimum to R12 000 maximum. Some
months are better than others.

Luphelo: I see. That watch you're wearing... It's a Michael Kors

Chronograph Crystal Pave Dial Ladies watch. Retails for R8 500. Correct?

Her: Yes.

Luphelo: Okay... But it still doesn't change the fact that you were allowing a
man whom you believe is capable of murder to raise your child. What kind
of a mother allows her child to be raised by a man who beats his own wife
and sister? Unless... That is all a lie.

Her: Its not a lie. Mandla is abusive, short tempered, mean spirited and
he's an overall narcissistic human being. If I had my way I wouldn't even be
speaking to him let alone letting him raise my daughter but I didn't have a
choice.

Luphelo: "I didn't have a choice". (scoffs) Miss Jali, are your breasts, hips
and buttocks real?

State advocate: Objection Your Honour!! Relevance?

Judge: Advocate Jama. What does the nature of her body have to do with
your case?

Luphelo: Please trust me Your Honour.

Judge: Proceed. Miss Jali you must answer the question.

Her: uhm... No.

Luphelo: I took the liberty of asking for your medical report from the Doctor
who performed your four surgeries: you had breast augmentation, a
liposuction, you had fat from the liposuction inserted into your buttocks and
you had hip fillers.

He said before taking four pages and then handing one to the judge and
one to Mbali.

Luphelo: now if we check the dates that you have had these operations, the
first one was performed on the 7th of July of the previous year when your
daughter was already 6 months old and you had previously told the court
that your daughter was sick from 3 months. I also took the liberty of
obtaining your daughters medical record from the time she became sick
until now which is on the second page. I then highlighted the medical costs
spent from the month your daughter was adopted by my client and the
deceased and they have spent R76 000 on her medical costs. You have
spent R84 000 on your plastic surgeries. So tell me, what are we missing
here Mbali? Do you love your daughter?

She started breaking down.

Her: Yes I love my daughter how could you even ask me that?!!

Luphelo: Then please explain to the court how can a mother who loves her
daughter allow a man who has abused not only her but his wife as well to
raise her daughter? How can a mother who loves her child allow a man
whom she believes is capable of murder to raise her child?

Her: Luphelo please!!!

Luphelo: Your Honour this woman told the court that she had no choice but
to allow my so called abusive, capable of murder client to raise her child for
her because she couldn't afford her daughters hospital bills but I have just
proven to the court that this witness is a liar because she could afford to
slap her daughters entire hospital bill on her breasts, hips and buttocks... I
cannot understand how a mother-
State advocate: Your Honour!!

Judge: Advocate Jama!! (banging)

Luphelo: could risk her child's safety by sending her off to live with her
abusive brother who is capable of murder just to look appealing to men and
to look rich on Instagram with R8 500 watches-

Mandla: Luphelo enough!! She's still my sister. Can't you see she's crying?

Luphelo exhaled.

Luphelo: Your Honour look at my client. He cannot even hurt his sisters
feelings and you want to believe that he is capable of taking a life? But the
question still stands... If my client is such a bad man who abuses women
and is capable of taking a life... Why is Miss Jali choosing to allow him to
raise her daughter when I have just proven to the court that money is not
the issue. The issue here is that Miss

Jali is not fit to be a parent and she understands that my client... The
hardworking, loving and forgiving husband that he is... Could do more for
her daughter than she ever could.

Luphelo is so good that he had already discussed this stunt with Mandla.
He told him that he would make Mbali cry and that once she cries, he
needs to stand up and defend her just to look good.

Judge: Advocate Jama she is crying on the stand. Please give her a break.
The Court will now take a recess. We will be back tomorrow at 4 pm. Court
is adjourned.

She banged and then walked out as Luphelo winked to the State attorney
who rolled her eyes at him. She must have challenged him before the case
started and now was learning the hard way why he is called the Finisher.

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°° Luphelo's perspective °°

The court was adjourned so I escorted Mandla out because I needed to talk
to him.

Me: bawo state witness esi landelayo ngu Reid. Ndiy libele.

-the next State witness is Reid. I forgot.

Mandla: ngok nxaki Iphi? Mnyise lewei unyise abanye.

-so where is the problem? Fuck him up the way you fucked everyone else
up.

Me: I don't have enough information about him. He's clean.

He exhaled.

Mandla: satyana.

-we fucked.
I raised my eyebrow.

Me: what?

Mandla: ewe... Bruh usakhumbula eRes kuze wena wenzi kaka wathengisa
ibhedi yakho gqhiba waynxila lamali? And we had to go looking for you so
when we found you... I let you sleep on my bed. I was prepared to sleep on
the couch but lamjita wathi Mandize kweyakhe iroom he has a sleeping bag
so fine ndaya keh pha... And we drank, talked and it was all good... Andazi
kwenzeka nton but ndabona ngomjita sendphuza and yeah... We had sex.

-remember at Res when you fucked up and sold your bed then you drank
that money... I don't know what happened but I just saw the guy kissing
me.

My stomach turned. Not at the thought of them sleeping together but at the
thought of me having to say this in front of everyone.

Me: I can't say that Mandla.

Mandla: Luphelo... Reid has the potential to destroy me, okay? He knows a
lot about the shit I have done to my wife and I used to tell him all the time
about my desire to kill her. He could fuck me up.

I exhaled.

Me: did you two fuck once?

Mandla: no...

Me: when did your fling end?

Mandla: the day I met my wife. I was convinced that I wanted-

Shirley: well, well, well... Scheming much?

That was Mandla's cue.

Mandla: nzokbona Jama.

-I will see you.

Me: moja.

Shirley is the State Advocate that I'm against.

Me: What do you want?

Shirley: When they told me I'm up against you... I knew this would be the
most challenging case of my life because I know you're like an uncaged
animal but what I didn't expect is for you to disrespect Mbali the way you
did. You targeted the two most important things to a woman: her
motherhood skills and her body. And I am disgusted.

Me: And I don't care. You have been in this industry long enough to
Understand that what we do is not a reflection of who we are but you just
don't like the fact that a brown skinned advocate is kicking your ass. That's
what disgusts you. So relax... And swallow some Colgate. It helps with
nausea.

I said as I walked out in search of my wife.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I waited for Luphelo against his car while talking to Sihle. He arrived
dressed in that robe of his that smells good.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hey baby. Good job out there.

I said as I kissed him.

Luphelo: enkosi babe.

He turned his attention and then he hugged his niece.

Luphelo: I didn't know you were here.

Sihle: Hlalumi told me you had a case so I thought I should watch you.
You're amazing Tanci.

Luphelo giggled shyly with his head faced down. His high must have worn
off and he was back to being humble.

Luphelo: enkosi. Mamakhe let's go land shopping kalok. I know of at least 4

different pieces of land on sale and we still have time to go through them
all.

Me: okay. Chomi cela uthathe imoto yam but please... Take care of it.

-please take my car.

Sihle: Haska ndi qhele i Porsche zika Tanci mna cimba ndithe nqha nge
Range Rover?

-I'm used to Uncle's Porsche do you think I care about a Range Rover?

Luphelo: lo Porsche ka Tanci ise gameni lika Majama eyonanto.

-That Porsche of your Uncle is in Majama's name.

I laughed before giving my man a high 5. He's always got my back.

Me: yabona wena sthandwa sam.

I giggled as we kissed and Sihle rolled her eyes.

Sihle: hambani yhuuu.

-just leave.

Luphelo: bye bye.

Sihle: bye guys.

Me: bye. Please drop my car off at my house and then take an Uber home.

I said as I gave her R200 to pay for her Uber but she rejected.

Sihle: I got it.

Me: thanks chomi.

She hugged us and then went into my car. She drove off as I took the
driver's seat of Luphelo's car and then drove.

We arrived at Luphelo's home and my mom's car was there. I was nervous
because a part of me was afraid that maybe she was there for Lubango but
no: she and Luphelo's mother were painting each other's nails while
drinking wine in the dining room. It was the cutest thing in the world to
watch our mothers kick it like friends and it was even better knowing that it
is all because of us. Kumkani was awake, watching them from his high
chair.

Luphelo: mommy 1 and mommy 2.

He hugged them both by wrapping each arm around them.

Them: hey.

I also greeted then we sat around the table opposite them. Luphelo took his
son and put him on his lap.

Me: Yaz Mama bendi funa ukuza kuwe namhlanje.

-mom I wanted to come to you today.

Mommy: mxm ndi busy mna Hlalumi. Nge weekend mna no Louisa Siya
eJoburg.

-I'm busy Hlalumi. During the weekend Louisa and I are going to Joburg.

She beamed.

Luphelo: what for?

Ma: tyhin nyana we gave birth to soul mates. And we share a grandchild.
We need to go out together to strengthen our relationship to improve our
communication so that if you two ever encounter problems we can be able
to deal with them accordingly.

Luphelo: Hehake Bella Twins.

Mommy: umona!!

-jealousy.

Mr Jama walked into the room looking sleepy.

Luphelo: ekse Timer.

Senior: Ya Nyana. Hey Hlalumi kutheni ungabulisi? Ucinga iCider?

-Hlalumi why don't you greet? Are you thinking about a cider?

Me: Ooh Tatu Jama Khandiyeke.

-leave me alone.

He laughed.

Senior: hehay jonga... Le ntwana iku fuzile akemde umqala. Ugqhibe ubisi
benyanga lomntu eyedwa Andazi noba uthi masthini thina.

-this boy takes after you his throat is so long. He finished a months worth of
milk all alone I don't know what he wants us to Do.
We laughed.

Me: yaktyola uKhulu Mos Ndoda andithi?

-Grandpa is accusing you man right?

I said to my son who flashed that beautiful smile.

Senior: Mjonge uyancuma. Yayazi inyani.

-look he's smiling. He knows the truth.

We continued talking until Luphelo told them we have to leave.

The sky was beginning to darken and it was becoming really beautiful.
Night time is my favorite part of the day especially when I'm not driving.
Kumkani was relaxing in my arms so I held my baby with everything I had.
I'm so in love with him. Luphelo was playing love songs, all dedicated to
me. My favorite dedication though was Trey Songz's 'Already taken' which
he sang for me.

Since it was getting late, all we did was to view the different pieces of land
to decide which one we wanted. We had a blast showing Kumkani the
different pieces of land that he was going to own in future. We want our boy
to grow up flexing.

On our way back home, it started to rain. It was amazing.

Me: baby I was thinking... I don't know if it seems like a stupid idea but I
really fell in love with law. Like you make it seem so good... And I want to
go back to school and maybe study LLB when I'm 25. Maybe study part
time for 5 years.
I said with my head faced down. Luphelo pulled my chin up with his index
finger and then he made me look at him.

Luphelo: that's an amazing idea sthandwa sam.

Me: really?

My eyes beamed.

Luphelo: yeah. There's nothing you can't do Ncumolwethu... You're so

smart. So beautiful... So eager to learn and I admire that about you. If you
want to study law, I will support you. Mentor you... Give you all the training
you need... I will stay up late with you when you study. Help you with your
assignments...whatever you need i will give it to you.

I wanted to cry, I felt the tears coming so I wiped them with my sleeve a bit.

Me: really?

Luphelo: yeah. Really.

He held out his fist and I bumped it.

Me: even when the sky comes falling?

Luphelo: even when the sun don't shine.

He locked his fingers in mine and then he kissed my hand.

When we arrived at home, we took a bath as a family, fed our son and then
we ordered pizza for ourselves before watching Television with the baby of
us in the middle. He slapped Luphelo.
Luphelo:

Yemka i trust fund.

-gone is the trust fund.

Kumkani smacked him again.

Luphelo: zemka ishares zika Jama Constructions.

-gone are the shares of Jama Constructions.

Kumkani formed a fist and punched his father in the mouth.

Luphelo: ha.a Kumkani mahn. Baby am I okay?

I laughed so hard at how concerned he was about his appearance. Luphelo

has soft lips so he had a little tear.

Me: you have a little scratch mnyeni wam.

Luphelo: yaybona lento yakho yolwa umithi.

-you see this thing of yours of fighting while you're pregnant.

I laughed hysterically.

Me: Ingenaphi Jama?

Luphelo: tsh wake wambonaphi umntana one left hook enje?

-where have you seen a baby with a left hook like this?

I laughed.

Me: mxm he just takes after you wethu.

I said as I kissed my man's cut.

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Kumkani was dosing off so I took him upstairs to his bedroom and then I
put him in his cot. He doesn't really like it, he likes sleeping on our bed but
he was already asleep so that's why I put him there. And besides, I wanted
to spend time with my husband and just focus on us. So I went back
downstairs to my husband who was busy texting on his cellphone.

Me: uthetha nabani?

-who are you talking to?

Luphelo: my mother.

Me: let me see?

Luphelo: utsho ukuba ufuna sohlukane Majama.

-just say if you want us to break up.

I giggled as I sat on the armrest of the couch and put my legs on his lap.
Me: oh so incoko yakho no Mamakho iyohlukanisa?

-oh so your conversation with your mother is capable of a break up?

Luphelo: baby do you know what the top 5 diseases that cause the most
deaths worldwide according to the World Health Organization are?

Me: no.

Luphelo: Ischaemic heart disease, stroke, Chronic obstructive pulmonary

disease, lung cancer ne phone yendoda.

-and a man's phone.

I laughed hysterically.

Me: don't worry I'm immortal. Give me the phone.

He giggled as he handed his phone over to me which he had unlocked with

his finger print. I scrolled through his WhatsApp but Luphelo is such a loyal
husband that I didn't even read any of his chats. So I handed his phone
back to him.

Me: I really don't need to do this to you sthandwa sam. So... Let's go
upstairs.

Luphelo: okay.

He switched off the TV and then he went upstairs with our blanket.

I took a bottle of wine from our wine cellar and some wine glasses then I
went upstairs. I always knew I would live in a house with a wine cellar with
a collection of aged wines but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. This just
takes black excellence to another level. I started to see things from
Luphelo's eyes from that moment on. Luphelo loves being black. He loves
his culture. He loves his brown skin. Loves his tradition. Loves being
uMqocwa.

I walked into our bedroom and Luphelo was sitting by the balcony. Smoking
his cigar while he stared out at the view. He's stressed.

Me: are you okay?

I asked as I sat down opposite him and then poured his wine in a glass
then gave it to him. He thanked me.

Luphelo: Mamakhe... Being an advocate is nice and all. Pays really well.
Gets you respect. But you have to say things to people... And reveal things
about them that you shouldn't. Just to secure the bag.

I was pouring my own glass of wine by then. I took a sip and then looked at
Luphelo. Me: are you talking about uMbali? Baby everyone knew her ass is
fake-

Luphelo: I'm not talking about that thot wethu Majama. She deserved it. I'm
talking about uReid. He's bisexual and I have to reveal his sexual
encounters no Mandla in court and use that... To spin some kinda bullshit
about that. I don't even know what I'm going to say yet. What do I do
Hlalumi?

I exhaled.

Me: can't you tell him to say the right things so you won't have to attack
him?

Luphelo: no baby uReid didn't get a subpoena he went to the cops and
wrote a statement about uMandla telling the cops what he knew. So he
can't change his statement.

He sniffed as the tear fell down his eye. He wiped it before looking down.
Nothing is as precious as watching him break down and cry.
Me: sthandwa sam listen... Qina Tiyeka. I know it's not easy... But if he was
in your shoes he would do the same thing. I just want you to know that you
aren't a bad guy... You're the sweetest, most considerate man I know and if
you weren't... You wouldn't be going through what you're going through
ngoku. You hear me baby?

He nodded.

Me: Taka Kumkani... Mnyeni ka Hlalumi... You have responsibilities now.

You need to provide so go out there and do what you got to do... Then
come home and cry about it.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: I love you.

Luphelo: love you too.

Me: thank you. Your loves mean a lot to me.

I said as I wiped his tears and then put his head on my breasts. His safe
place.

I had one of the best mornings with my little family. We took a bath together
like we usually do and since it is Mr Jama Snr's birthday, Luphelo and I
said Happy birthday to him when we went to their house to drop Kumkani
off. We really need a nanny but Luphelo's history with sexual abuse has
made him not trust a single soul that is not his mother, my mother, Sihle or
Lusanda. Those are the only people that he is comfortable with.

Mr Jama said he wants us to organize a dinner for him at our house and to
let everyone know so I created a group chat on WhatsApp named "The
Jama's". My mother changed the group chat to "The Jama's and Sifora's".
Mr Jama changed the group chat to "Susqhela Pat uy1 oJama bay 8 ".
Lusanda

changed the group chat to "Aniba dala". Luthando changed the group
name to "ithini way forward". Luphelo changed it to "hehake Potwana". Ma
changed it to "Lubango's birthday celebration". Luyanda changed it to "its
not about him". I changed it to "8 Jama's, 1 Sifora" and then the family got
along.

At work, Luphelo sent out an advertisement for a new position: for a

quantity surveyor and then he called me to his office. I walked in and then
closed behind him.

Me: baby?

Luphelo: uybonile la ad?

-did you see that ad?

Me: ha.a oko ndi busy kalok.

-no I have been busy all along.

Luphelo: okay there is a vacancy for a quantity surveyor position and your
degree is in quantity surveying and business management right?

Me: ewe.

Luphelo: okay so... Unfortunately you have to follow protocol like everyone
else and submit your CV and qualifications and be interviewed but you're
the most qualified for this position Sthandwa sam. So Khabe uzilungiselela
for upeya iR30 000 okwa ngoku.

-so just prepare yourself to earn R30 000 for now.

Me: sthandwa sam thank you.

Luphelo: no Hlalumi thank you. If you weren't a smart ass wife this money
would be going out to other people but now our wealth stays in the family.
He looked at his watch. The one I bought.

Luphelo: I have to attend a meeting ngok. I will see you later keh vah.

Me: okay.

He got up and then he hugged me while his hands grabbed my ass.

Luphelo: uyeke ezo brukwe zithe nca that ass makes it hard for me to think.

-and stop wearing those tight pants.

Me: eshee.

I said as we giggled. He walked out and left me in his office.

Reid was unable to take the stand on that afternoon so his testimony was
postponed until further notice. But for now, the trial had to carry on and call
other witnesses to take the stand.

Mandla's neighbour was called to the stand. His name is Jaco Van Niekerk.
He was examined by the State and was now going to be cross examined
by Advocate Jama.

Luphelo: Mr Van Niekerk, you told the court that you are, and I quote
"beyond certain that daai ding killed his wife". Can you please repeat for
the court what you saw on that night?

Him: I was driving down the street in my bakkie. And I heard some
screaming so I turned down my radio and stopped my car. I heard his wife
screaming and then heard a gun shot. His gate was opened so I went in
and saw through their sliding door him shooting her 6 more times. I then
ran back to my bakkie to get my phone. I was the one who called the
police.

Luphelo: Do you know what he was wearing on that night?

Him: uhm a blue sweater with blue jeans and black sneakers.

Me: do you recognize that clothing as his? He's your neighbor so... Was he
wearing anything familiar?

Him: he's rich he can afford to buy new clothes everyday.

Luphelo: Yes or no?

Him: no... He didn't wear anything familiar.

Luphelo: did he wear a glove?

Him: I don't know...no...i don't remember look I was terrified okay? I didn't
pay attention to everything.

Luphelo: but you still remember what he was wearing. So please tell the
court, keeping in mind that you're under oath, whether or not you believe
he was wearing a glove or not. I need just a yes or no.

Him: no.

Luphelo: so if you are "beyond certain that daai ding killed his wife" then
why didn't the police find any gun powder on his hands?

Him: I don't know. Witchcraft maybe? You black people have your way with
things.

The black people in the court watching went crazy. The judge had to call for
order.

Luphelo: Wow... Mr Van Niekerk would you consider yourself a racist?

Him: no.
Luphelo: I went through your social media page on Twitter and you tweeted
"yes, I am a racist" 5 weeks ago. So Mr Van Niekerk you are lying under
oath and if you can lie about being a racist then why should we take
anything that comes out of your mouth seriously? By the way, you have the
Apartheid flag as your profile photo.

Him: that's different okay boetie? Whether I am racist or not has nothing to
do with this case-

Luphelo: Oh well it has every single thing to do with this case. Your Honour
this man tweeted "honestly all black people look the same to me". So
looking at me, looking at you My Lady, looking at my client and even
looking at this lady in the front row... This man cannot see a difference
because we're all black-

State advocate: Objection Your Honour! The Defense is using a social

media tweet from the witness to discredit his testimony. People post
irrational things on social media all the time. It doesn't necessarily mean
they mean what they post.

Judge: But whatever people post on social media is a reflection of their

thoughts. Adv Jama continue.

Luphelo: thank you, your Honour. Mr Van Niekerk, you also told the court
that you knew that my client was abusing his wife. You also told the court
that you knew my client owned a gun and that it's illegal.

Him: Yes.

Luphelo: but how come you didn't know that your wife who was living under
the same roof as you and was sleeping on the same bed as you... Was
depressed? Why did she have to end her own life before you knew that she
was battling with depression?

Him: She didn't say a word to me!!

Luphelo: Did my client tell you he was abusing his wife? Did he tell you he
had a gun?
The witness was getting upset. He knew he wasn't making sense. I have
never seen Luphelo this calm with a witness. And this is the only witness
who actually saw what happened on that night. Without him, this case is as
good as nothing.

Him: No but I saw everything that he was doing! Mandla beat her in the
yard sometimes he didn't care who was watching. The whole street knows
this.

Luphelo: okay... Your daughter. Why did she move out? Be honest this
time. We can only tolerate so many lies in court before we are forced to
discredit your entire testimony.

He exhaled.

Him: she is dating one of you people... And I wouldn't allow it. So she left.

Luphelo: Why wouldn't you allow it?

Him: I just can't!! All you people are the same. Look this one killed his wife.
I don't want my daughter to end up dead too.

Luphelo: Your Honour, here we have a racist man who is "beyond certain"
that my client has killed his wife. A man who believes that all black people
look the same and refers to us as "daai ding" to show that we have no
individuality to him. He sees us as a collective and not individual members
of society. If this man cannot be able to distinguish between black people
during the day. How can we trust him to tell us whether my client is the one
who committed the murder on that night? This man also told us that the
killer in question was not wearing a glove so if my client was the killer...
Gun powder should have been detected on his hand but both of his hands
were clean. He never even saw the face of the killer but today he is
"beyond certain" that it was my client because according to him we are all
the same. His racism against black people runs so deeply that he let his
only daughter leave just because he can't

stand the fact that she's with "daai ding". And now he's trying to take his
anger out on my client by trying to have him convicted of a murder that he
didn't even commit. My Lady this isn't a testimony, this is what an old racist
white man would like to believe happened so that our prisons could be filled
with black people like they were during his favorite Era, The Apartheid Era
which he is still enjoying the benefits of.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Luphelo said as he took his seat and the court room went silent after his
conclusion because everyone in the room felt that. The State advocate
buried her face in her hands because she knew it was over.

Court was adjourned earlier today so my husband and I went to buy a gift
for his father. We fetched Kumkani and then drove back home to prepare
for his birthday dinner. The food I had ordered arrived and the cake so I
prepared the table decor and decorated the dining room just so that it could
look nice for him. Luphelo didn't do a single thing.

The family arrived at about 7 pm so once everybody was settled, I brought

the platters while everyone was chatting away. Kumie was on his
grandfather's lap, eating cream.

Senior: Hlalumi enkosi mntanam.

-thank you my child.

Me: akho nxaki Tata.

-no problem.

Lusanda: guys we need to sing happy birthday for Daddy. Luthando

isuprano kalok.

Luthando: happy birthday to you.

He started off the song and it was my first time hearing him sing. He's so
good. His siblings followed behind him with their unique vocals and Sihle
also joined in. I was so jealous cos I couldn't even sing to save my life.

Lusanda: Luphelo ivay vay kalok.

Luphelo: toooooo youuuuuuuuu.

We all giggled before Senior gave him children a round of applause.

Senior: I love you kids.

Them: we love you dad.

All 4 got up to hug and kiss their dad happy birthday and I took a group
selfie of them. The dinner was great. It was a chilled family vibe filled with
laughs and good food and drinks until Sihle ruined the vibe. I know her.
When shes overthinking something she just blurts it out.

Sihle: I'm married!

The room fell quiet.

Ma: Yintoni ngoku Sihle? Uxelele bani ukuba uyatshata?

-what now Sihle? Who did you tell that you're going to get married?

Sihle: ndixelele uTanci.

-I told Uncle.

Luphelo: into? Hay hay Sihle uze apha sewutshatile ufuna ukundi faka
enxakini.

-what? No Sihle you were already married when you came here you want
to put me in trouble?

I keep forgetting that Luphelo is still terrified of his mother.

Luyanda: Mom let it go. Luphelo no Sihle will always do things in their own
way so let's not even worry about it.

Luphelo: bhuti uvile ndithini? Ndithe ufike kum setshatile what was I
supposed to do?

-did you hear what I was saying? I said she came to me already married.

Luyanda: and what did you say? Did you even

Reprimand her?! Or did you just accept it.

Luphelo: reprimand her on what grounds Luyanda? My wife is her age

fondini..

Senior: Luyanda no Luphelo yekani ukulwa-

-stop fighting-

Luphelo: No Tata ndi dikiwe kuba caught phakathi kwaba babini mna.
When I take a step back from Sihle's life I'm the bad guy. When I'm there
I'm still the bad guy. What must I do?

-I'm tired of being caught between these two.

Ma: But Luphelo nawe you should have told your brother-

Luyanda: exactly Mama he likes to play older brother just because he's got
the money and he doesn't fucking respect me as Sihle's father-

Me: uhm bhut Luyanda... You kept in a secret for months that could have
prevented all of this from happening andithi? If you had owned up to the
fact that Sihle is your child from the beginning, this bond wouldn't have
occurred. So you have no right to complain nor to point fingers at my
husband. So please don't demand respect from Luphelo just because
you're older when you keep raising your voice at him
in his own house. I, as his wife, can't take it. Please understand that whose
older than whom ends at the gate...then it becomes about whose house it
is and then people have to adjust themselves.

My mom looked at me with enlarged eyes. Mr Jama bit his lip. Lusanda's
mouth was hung open. Even Kumkani kept quiet and stared.

Ma: yho Mamcethe. Sicela uxolo.

-we are sorry.

The family giggled lightly.

Luyanda: yho hay Majama ungand bulali ngendoda yakho. I'm sorry to you
both.

-Majama don't kill me over your man.

Me: it's okay.

Luphelo gave him a thumbs up to show that he was over it.

Luyanda: Sihle nawe congratulations I suppose ke.

Sihle: thanks Dad.

Luyanda: just... Slow the fuck down with the announcements ngok shame.

She giggled.

Sihle: okay Dad.

She looked at me and then winked at Aunty to thank her for knocking some
sense into her father. Luphelo on the other hand, slipped his hand
underneath my skirt, pulled my panty to the side and then played with my
pussy while we ate and I had to keep a straight face.

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It was now time for dessert so Lusanda, Sihle and I took the plates to the
kitchen. They washed the dishes while I made ice cream with custard and
crushed Oreo's.

Lusanda: so basically 22 year Olds are getting married and I'm not? Hayin
guys share the secrets. What did they teach you at your old model C high
school that I wasn't taught eLungisa?

We laughed.

Sihle: mitha babes. That might make the situation urgent for your man.

-fall pregnant.

Me: ha.a bad advice Lusanda. Just... Wait until it's real. If it's not then
marriage will suck. And a marriage really isn't supposed to suck.

Lusanda: no but Hlalumi waiting for something that's real at my age is a

little bit... I don't know...
Unrealistic? I just want stability, you know? Dikiwe kubuzwa ndi tshata nini.

-I'm tired of being asked when I'm getting married.

Me: it's better to be asked "when are you getting married" than to be asked
"why are you still staying with him" Lusanda. We aren't all going to get
married... Marriage isn't an achievement. Look at my mother... She's not
married but she's happy bruh. She lacks nothing. So don't let your friends
or Sihle and I pressure you into getting married to someone prematurely.

She sighed.

Lusanda: yho hay Kodwa it's easy for you to say cos you already have the
ring ...Sihle what's your name keh?

Sihle: Yandisa.

She beamed.

Lusanda: uzamile shame uSister ka Bae. It's a beautiful name. Do you

know what Hlalumi's name means?

-Bae's sister really tried.

Sihle: No what does it mean?

Lusanda: stay and be firm.

Sihle: even if the sky comes falling.

Lusanda: even when the sun don't shine.

They mocked and we all laughed.

Me: mxm ya'll are annoying.

I said as I sliced the cake.

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.

I served the dessert to everyone and Luphelo grabbed my ass when I put
his plate and wine glass filled with ice cream down.

Me: hay Tatakhe.

-no.

I said as I adorably pointed at his nose with my index finger. He smiled.

Senior: heke nyana. Cofa impundu zakho bengathi uva i sonka sika My
friend ukba asikho stale na.

-press your ass as if you are determining whether bread from the foreigners
shops is stale or not.

We giggled. As a father, Senior couldn't be more prouder of Luphelo's

sexual nature. He must be the only son who really takes after him.

Mommy: oh hay umntanam uhleli kakubi apha.

-no but my daughter is not in a good space here.

Senior: utsho ngoba?

-why are you saying that?

Mommy: uveske acofwe impundu nje espacin?

-she just has her ass pressed out of the nowhere.

Senior: ngok Yinton ekwenza ucimba uhleli kakubi?

-so what makes you think she's not in a good space?

Mommy: umbonile uthi hayi Mos.

-you saw her saying no.

Senior: Patricia believe me when I say uHlalumi uya acter. Uyithanda ukufa
lento yenzwa ngu Luphelo.

-Hlalumi is acting. She absolutely loves what Luphelo was doing.

Mommy: u yazelaphi Senior?!

-how do you know?

Senior: nantsi evidence ifaka umnwe kwi dessert yam. Cimba u Kumkani
wenzwe njani?

-here is the evidence putting a finger in my dessert. How do you think

Kumkani was made? We all laughed.

Me: mommy don't listen to him.. u Kumkani was conceived via IVF.

Mommy: sandbhanxa.

-don't fool me.

I giggled as we all ate our dessert.

Luthando: otherwise it's getting late guys we might as well sleepover.

Luphelo: bhuti ha.a yazbona keh?

Lusanda: I second that.

Sihle: I third that.

Luphelo: khaye ku mnyeni wakho wena.

-go to your husband.

Sihle: No I'm good here Tanci.

Luphelo exhaled. This sucked.

Luphelo: all of you should be out of here by 8 am ngomso.

Senior: birthday week kalok Lena nyana. We will leave during the weekend.

-this is my birthday week.

Luphelo: Dad... 8 am tomorrow. And that's it.

After dessert, we gave Senior his gifts and that was the end of the birthday
party dinner. I was surprised that our family had even brought back up
supplies just in case someone brings up the possibility of them sleeping
over and then it becomes confirmed so they wanted to be prepared. They
must really love being in our house.

My man and I decided to take a walk outside in our neighborhood since

Lusanda had offered to sleep with Kumkani so we were free. We held
hands and walked like two lovers that are still trying to get to know each
other.

Me: Kodwa Tiyeka our family doesn't respect the fact that we're grown. I
just dislike how they do whatever they like in our house and we just have to
accept it.

Luphelo: utshate ne last born born Mamakhe. Izinto bezizoba njalo Kakade.

-you're married to the last born. That's how things were going to be.

I exhaled.

Me: it's unfair though Jama... But I will let it go for your sake cos I know you
love your family. And I don't have siblings so I will never understand. You
worked hard for this house so you should be able to have your family
around from time to time.

Luphelo: your maturity is a turn on. Enkosi.

He said as he kissed my temple.

Me: it's not maturity kanti ku thanda umnyeni wam.

-it's loving my husband.

He giggled.

Luphelo: even better then.

Me: Luphelo?

Luphelo: mhm?

Me: what's its like to be The Finisher? Like please tell me what it's like to be
so young and to be so...

Wealthy? Ndixelele? Please.

-tell me?

I said as I took both of his hands and then I held them. He was laughing at
my curiosity.

Luphelo: it's cool and all Mamakhe... It makes you feel good about yourself
cos you made it and you can afford whatever you want. But it doesn't feel
half as good... As being married to you.

Me: suxoka Tatakhe.

-don't lie.

Luphelo: I promise.
He wrapped his arms around me and then he kissed me. At first I felt like
he was misleading me but why would he do that? All he has ever done was
to support me.

Me: baby I have an idea.

Luphelo: okay?

Me: can't we buy taxi's? Like from your next tender... Drop a million on
maybe 10 taxi's and then we get a discount for buying in bulk... And that
way our wealth grows. And it's even going to cut down on transportation
costs for our construction workers to and from sites... We don't have to pay
for transport anymore we will just claim from the quote. And you know how
expensive transportation costs are.

Luphelo: What about the farm?

Me: We still have time for that. But the taxi business is a monster business
and a huge guarantee that our son is going to grow up flexing. And by the
time we're gone, he's going to have an empire.

Luphelo: so we're doing all of this for our son?

Me: yeah. All of this is for our son.

Luphelo: akumnandi ukuba ngu mntaka Lumi no Phelo.

-it's so nice to be Lumi and Phelo's child.

Me: yaybona?!

-can you see?!

We giggled before hugging each other and then we kissed underneath the
stars.

Me: baby please sing for me and be my jukebox on our way home.

Luphelo: khayeke Hlalumi.

He dismissed But I looked at him with my puppy eyes. Jukebox it is. I
asked for a piggyback ride from him while he sang all of my favorite songs.
No but I'm a wife bully sometimes but this man is my best friend so he has
to deal with it.

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I woke up on a stained sheet in the morning. I was on my periods. I had

been told by my doctor during my checkups that I should start anticipating
them soon but I became so comfortable that I relaxed. And Luphelo and I
had been having a lot of raw sex so I started becoming anxious, wondering
if I couldn't be pregnant again. That would really fuck me up because I don't
believe in producing an army of kids. If I have a daughter in maybe 3 years,
its a wrap and Luphelo will have to understand.

I got up from the bed whilst yawning and then tapped my husband on the
back. He's handsome even in his most natural state.

Luphelo: mhm?
Me: ndi mensele i sheet ndicela uvuke ndizolisusa.

-I menstruated on the sheet so please wake up so I can remove it.

Luphelo: it's just blood phola.

-chill.

Me: ha.a Jama vuka kalok.

-wake up.

He exhaled before getting up from the bed. I took the sheet off the bed
before he kissed me.

Luphelo: hambo Vasa. I'll put this in the washing machine.

-go take a bath.

Me: no it's okay-

Luphelo: mntuwam... Ndingabe Ndiyi ou enjani ekuyeka usebenze Kodwa

uyamensa? What if une period pains? Hm?

-what kind of a boyfriend would I be to let you work although you're

menstruating? What if you have period pains?

He's so charming. And so sweet.

Me: I love you.

Luphelo: I love you more. (kiss) galela amanzi ethu Mamakhe ndiyeza.
Ndizobuya no Kumkani.

-run our bathwater I'm coming. I will come with Kumkani.

Me: okay.

He walked out with the dirty bedsheets so I went to take a quick bath, wore
my pad in my underwear and then I changed the bedding.
.

As a woman, nothing sucks more than seeing another woman in your

kitchen. Especially one that you aren't really familiar with. But she couldn't
have known because she doesn't know me well enough to know what I like
or don't like. She has only interacted with me a handful of times but never
Directly enough to know me. She's Mrs Jama. Luyanda's wife. I didn't know
when she came. She must have came when we were already asleep.

Me: Mkhuluwakazi hey.

Her: hi Mninawakazi.

We hugged.

Me: uright?

Her: I'm alright wena?

Me: I had my first period so Andika zazi ndi njani.

-I don't know how I am yet.

She giggled.

Her: you will be fine wethu. I'm sorry for coming into your house this late
qha I work very late. I just landed. I was in Ibiza for two weeks.

I keep forgetting this lady has the best job in the world. She gets paid to
travel.

Me: what is it like there?

Her: well-
Ma: ngaske abayenu Benu babenje.

-I wish your husband's could be like this.

She said as she came into the kitchen with my son. We giggled.

Her: kunga netha imali.

-it would rain money.

We all laughed. Ma made porridge for my baby so Milisa and I dished up

breakfast and then served the family. We sat down and then everyone
started eating their breakfast.

The family left as we had all agreed and then I went to work. Leaving my
son and my husband behind. He had to prepare for Reid and I had to take
care of JC. I was in and out of meetings all day although I did make time to
submit my application for the new position at HR.

After work, I went to watch the trial. I even called Luphelo before I left just
to make sure that he's still okay. The last thing that I wanted was for him to
walk in that court room feeling like it was the end of the world. At the end of
the day, he had to win this case for not only his family but for this
reputation. These are the types of cases that give advocates exposure.
Having a healthy winning streak on some cases brings you a lot of
recommendations that are good for business..

The Trial Started and the State attorney questioned Reid. Once his
questioning was over, it was time for him to take a walk through hell.
Courtesy of Advocate Jama.

Luphelo: Mr Faliso, after you heard that my client's wife had been tragically
murdered you immediately went to the police and wrote a statement telling
Detective Zuko that you're sure that my client has killed her. Is that a fact or
is it just something that you assumed?

Him: it's something that I assumed based on my knowledge of the accused.

And I have explained to the court why. I don't want to repeat myself.

Luphelo was immediately getting annoyed by his attitude.

Luphelo: I see. You also told the court that you had witnessed my client
abusing his wife, you knew that he owned a gun and have also produced
evidence in the form of texts and voice notes of him telling you that he is
going to kill his wife. Did you ever maybe warn the deceased or try to get
any help for her?

Him: I didn't take it seriously. And that was my mistake.

Luphelo: so if you and I go to South America right now. And we're about to
cross a swamp and I'm busy setting up a boat. Then an anaconda swims
up to you and knowing it's nature... And what it's capable of, just like you
claimed you know what my client is capable of and his nature in that
statement... If it tells you "I'm going to squeeze the life out of that guy over
there"... Are you not going to take it seriously and warn me that I might get
killed so I need to protect myself?

Him: I'm going to take it seriously and warn you.

Luphelo: but you failed to take my client seriously and you failed to make
the deceased aware of my client's alleged intentions to kill her. So it's clear
that you're either lying to the court or you're over exaggerating your
testimony.

Him: I'm not lying nor am I overexaggerating anything!! Mandla is abusive!!

He's arrogant!! He's been that way since we were still in university!!

Luphelo: he's the love of your life too, isn't he?

The courtroom fell silent.

Him: Luphelo hayi mfethu.

-no bruh.

Luphelo: Mr Faliso, keeping in mind that you're under oath.. Please tell the
court whether you have ever loved or had any sexual encounters with my
client?

The tears fell from Reid's eyes and I could tell by the look in Luphelo's face
that he wanted to cry too.

But he had to keep it together.

Him: yes.

Luphelo: and I understand that it was very difficult for you when he met the
deceased and told you that your relationship had to end because he loves
her. It was so difficult that you left Cape Town and relocated to Port
Elizabeth just so that you wouldn't have to be reminded of the fact that
you're no longer together. If my client was abusive and arrogant since you
were still in university, by the way that's when your romance began, why
was losing him so hard?

Him: because I loved him and he abuses women and not men. I could
handle him.

Luphelo: that's a lie Mr Faliso. I have a record of all of the assault charges
that have been laid against my client. All of them are pressed by men. Only
one has been pressed by a woman, and that woman is the

deceased and we all know why she did that. Your Honour I would like to
call a Clinical Psychologist specialist, Dr Patricia Sifora to come and give
her professional view point of Mr Faliso's testimony.

My mother got up and walked up to the front and she stood next to my
husband. Both of them dressed in black and white. Both of them dripping in
postgraduate degree's and professionalism. I was so inspired by the
teamwork between them. This was the best surprise in the world.

Mommy: Thank you Advocate Jama.

Husband: The floor is yours Doctor Sifora.

I died..

Mommy: Your Honour, listening to both sides of Mr Faliso's testimony I

have been able to come to the conclusion that Mr Faliso is still in love with
the accused. That is why him and the accused still keep in contact because
there is absolutely no reason for someone to keep close contact with an ex
lover that broke his heart and is allegedly "abusive". Men naturally have a
lower tolerance for abuse than woman so it is absolutely unlikely that Mr
Faliso could have watched the accused abusing his wife and not done
anything about it especially since he claimed "I can handle him" . He has
never reprimanded the accused even once about his alleged abuse against
his wife which leads me to believe that Mr Faliso either enjoyed watching
him abuse his late wife or he would just like to believe that the deceased
was being abused just to convince himself that he was better off being
without the accused . Lastly, Your Honour, I have observed that Mr Faliso
likes to act on things before thinking them through. He didn't take the
accused's threats seriously for years because he knew he was just venting
about his marital problems to a friend since that's all Mr Faliso is to the
accused now but the minute he heard that his wife was shot, he went to
write a statement. The question is why? I am not certain but from my expert
opinion I can honestly say that Mr Faliso knew that this is his one chance to
escape the man that he loves but can't have nor get rid of. Thank you Your
Honour.

My husband and my mother both gave one another a nod of respect before
she stepped down and went to sit down. I couldn't be any more prouder of
the baddest team any Court has ever seen.

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Luphelo: Mr Faliso, given Dr Sifora's expert opinion about your relationship

with my client. Do you believe that you might have jumped at the
opportunity to have my client implicated by your statement just so that you
could have him out of your life for good?

Him: No.

Luphelo: Do you have other proof besides those texts and those voice
notes to prove that my client had any intention to kill his wife?

Him: No.

Luphelo: Do you believe that my client might have just been venting to you
in particular that he would like to kill her just to make you happy? Just to
express how dissatisfied he was in his marriage? And that he didn't actually
mean any harm.

Him: it could be a possibility.

Luphelo: "it could be a possibility". I need a direct yes or no-

State advocate: Objection Your Honour!! The Defense is forcing my client

to answer for his client and that is an absolutely absurd expectation.

Judge: Sustained. Advocate Jama, accept his answer that it could be a

possibility.
Luphelo: Noted My Lady. Since you claim that there is a possibility that the
only tangible proof that you have that my client had intentions to kill his wife
could have just been him venting out about his marital strife and not him
actually planning to kill her, do you believe that you had overreacted by
writing that statement based on what he said in those texts?

Him: yes.

Luphelo: no further questions Your Honour. Thank you.

He said before sitting down with his head faced down. He couldn't stand to
face Reid after what he had just done not only to him but to his marriage.

Court was adjourned so I followed my husband. I was going to meet up

with my mother a bit later but I needed to make sure he's okay. So I caught
up to him on his way to his car.

Me: Luphelo?

Luphelo: Ncumo?

He exhaled when he saw me.

Me: are you okay?

Luphelo: no. Ndicela uthatha i drive no Kumkani just to think?

-can I please take a drive with Kumkani?

Me: uzayomlamda?

-are you going to fetch him?

Luphelo nodded.
Me: okay.

Luphelo: nzam fundisa uqhuba.

-I'm going to teach him how to drive.

Me: ungaklinge.

-don't you dare.

We giggled as he hugged me. Reid came storming to us and then he stood

in front of Luphelo.

Reid: why the fuck didn't you warn me about this shit Luphelo?!! I thought
we were friends fondin Jama.

Me: okay Reid can we just talk about this?! He was only doing his job-

Reid: well fuck his job then. What happened to muthafucking heart?
Friendship?

He said as he yelled in Luphelo's face who fixed his clothing. He didn't

know what else to do nor say.

Reid: I would never do that shit to you Luphelo!! Never!! Why the fuck did
you even accept this fucking case after all the shit he did to me... To you!
You're already The Finisher everyone knew that if they've got you they will
walk free you didn't need this case bruh. You ruined me. You ruined Mbali.
You ruined Melz's sister on that stand. And Mandla fucked us all over we
didn't deserve this shit.

He pointed at Luphelo's forehead whose conscience was so scarred that

he didn't even protect himself. He just allowed Reid to do whatever hence I
stayed out of it because if Luphelo wanted this to stop, he would have
ended it before it even started.

Luphelo: ugqhibile fondin?!

-are you done?!

He asked cheekily. He was upset.

Reid: get the fuck out of here.

Luphelo: I will meet you at home Hlalumi.

He said as he climbed into his car and then he drove away so I decided to
go to my mother.

I climbed into my mom's car and then I hugged her.

Me: I didn't expect to see you Mama. It was an amazing surprise.

She smiled.

Mommy: umnyeni wakho told me you had taken an interest in law so telling
you would have ruined the surprise. He wanted to inspire your dream.

I smiled.

Me: it worked. But Mama were you even allowed to do that? Like... You're
his mother in law.

Mommy: I'm a specialist first and his mother in law second. I can defend my
opinion anywhere. Kalok Ncumo uLuphelo told me it would be good for his
case to bring in a witness of fact to discredit Reids decision to write that
statement so that's what I did. It's the judge's prerogative to use my opinion
or to discard it. Whatever she does with it... That moment with my son in
law was amazing Hlalumi.

I smiled.
Me: I'm just sad that this is how Mandla's wife lost her life Mama. Imagine
being killed and no one really cares? Like other people are gonna get paid
in 7 figures, other people are getting inspired to study law, other people are
forming motivational teams... It's just sad.

Mommy: that's why you should not accept even a slap. I don't care what
the reason is... There is no abuser that starts off by blowing your brains off.
It starts off with a slap. Then he gives you a backhand. Then it's a fist. Then
it's a full on assault. Then he has you staring down a barrel and like the
white folks say "the rest becomes history". I don't want to lie mntanam... I
love the life you're living. You're happy. But if that Jama boy ever touches
you. I will divorce him myself.

She said as her breathing rose. She was getting angry just thinking about a
man beating her daughter.

I drove home and I really will never get used to coming home to an empty
home. A house without my chubby, adorable son and my husband will
never be a home so I decided that I was going to make burgers for dinner
since we both needed a pick me up so I took the bacon and beef Patty's
out of the freezer just to let them defrost. I made my Boxers Chilli Russians
in the meantime and then I went to take a shower. I changed my pad and
then received a call from Lelethu. I was too nervous to pick it up because I
expected her to confront me about what happened at the court.

Me: hello?

Lelethu: Hlalumi have you seen my husband? He hasn't come back after
the trial and I know Luphelo's reputation for tearing witnesses apart. What
did he say to my husband?

I exhaled. I didn't know whether I should tell her or not. But I didn't know
what else to say... So I had to come clean.
Me: uhm... He... Asked him about his history no Mandla.

Lelethu: what history? Were they... Together?

Me: yeah.

I said, exasperated. She exhaled over the phone.

Lelethu: why did he keep that from me?

I raised my eyebrow.

Me: I don't know... Maybe... He thought you would mind?

Lelethu: Hlalumi... Love is love. I don't care if he's bisexual I just love my
husband.. Can you please help me find him?

Me: yeah I will call Luphelo and ask him to take us. He might know where
Reid might be.

Lelethu: okay hurry I'm nervous.

Me: okay.

I hung up and then called Luphelo and told him to come home quickly to
pick me up so I got dressed in my Fila bodysuit, ripped jeans and sneakers
then I wore Luphelo's hoodie since it was cold. He arrived at home with
Kumie so I climbed into the car, we picked Lelethu up and then we left.

I love night time but there was nothing to love about this night. Kumkani
was awake, smiling at me. He loves smiling. I held him in my arms while
Lelethu argued with Luphelo.
Lelethu: why the fuck would you do him like that Luphelo?!

Luphelo: it's my job.

Lelethu: I'm a lawyer but I still don't understand why it was necessary.

Luphelo: all you do is give out legal advice Lelethu hence you don't
understand. It's people like me that have to do the heavy lifting.

Lelethu: poor advocate Jama. Poor Finisher. Wawunje Kwase classin

mqundwe cum laude.

-you were like this since we were in class fucking cum laude.

I didn't know that they studied together.

Luphelo: ptsek.

Lelethu: msunu.

Me: guys isn't that Reid's car?

Lelethu: yiyo misa mahn wena tshonge fade Kodwa una 30'nto.

Luphelo: ayisandi faneli.

-it suits me.

He said as he parked and then she climbed out and ran to her husband
who was sitting inside of his car.

We also climbed out of the car and then watched as Reid got out of his car.

Reid: Lelethu what are you doing here with those people? Lelethu: why
didn't you tell me that you're bisexual? Reid: FUCK LUPHELO YOU TOLD
HER TOO? WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!

Lelethu: No it's not like that Reid. I accept you, okay? My dad told me
during his last days ukba he wishes he had been more honest with us that
all he ever wanted was to be a woman. He felt like a woman trapped in a
man's body. So he told me I have a responsibility as his daughter to be
more accepting to the people that I love. So Reid mnyeni wam... Okay you
like men too but do you love me? I mean really love me... Like in love with
me? I need to know whether you're just gay or bisexual? Please be honest.

He started crying.

Reid: ndi bisexual Lelethu. I love you. I really do and we have been so
great until la Satan we Advocate ruined things.

Lelethu: no la Satan we Advocate freed you. You don't have to pretend

anymore cos I'm okay. As long as you are faithful. I don't care what your
past is.

Reid took his wife and kissed her while Luphelo and I watched from our
car, hearts experiencing contentment.

Reid: so ndithini kla Satan we Advocate? Ndithi enkosi?

-so what do I say to that Satan of an Advocate? Say thank you?

Lelethu: hay uzam gezisa la Satan we Advocate myeke.

They giggled before Reid and his wife came to us.

Reid: I'm sorry fethu.

Luphelo: I'm sorry nam bawo.

Reid: sigrand ngok?

-are we cool now?

Luphelo: ingandvuyisa lonto.

-that would make me happy.

He said as our husband's shook on it and hugged it out. Lelethu came to

stand next to me and wrapped her arms around me. She was cold.
Me: Soooooo... Husband's sicela i carry pack ezimbini ne Ciroco for le
trauma nisafake kuyo.

-husbands we are asking for two carry packs and a Ciroc for the trauma
you put us through.

Reid: yere Luphelo uyanxila umfazi wakho.

-damn Luphelo your wife can drink.

Me: hayyy rhaaa uthini ngo Lelethu?

-what do you say about Lelethu?

Reid: she drinks but wena?!!

We argued while laughing at our argument.

Luphelo: let's have dinner eCubana ninxile phana keh. But first let's go drop
the baby off kuMamam.

Lelethu: okay guys.

We all agreed on the plans so Luphelo and I got into our car and they
followed behind us in their car. Me: baby thank you va?

Luphelo: for making peace with Reid?

Me: hay rhaaa for lentba uzovusa ndingenaphi kwi beef yenu mna?

-no for the fact that you're going to buy alcohol for us what do I have to do
with your beef?

My husband looked at me and then shook his head. He probably doesn't

know what the hell he did to deserve a wife who loves alcohol as much as I
do.

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Insert 85

We arrived at Luphelo's home and then we went to knock on the door. Mr

Jama Senior opened up the door in his vest, boxers and gown. He was
wearing his wife's slippers.

Senior: Anda Dikwa.

-I became annoyed.

We laughed.

Luphelo: asizanga kuwe mahn Timer size ku Mama.

-we didn't come to you Dad we came to Mom.

Senior: please keh nithi make sure nihamba no King Jama. Sifuna i peace
namhlanje no mkam.

-please make sure you leave with King Jama. My wife and I want peace
today.

Luphelo: Nozala?
-mommy?

Ma: ndiyeza Pabbles.

-I'm coming.

She said before she walked into the living room.

Ma: Hlalumi mntanam Molo.

Me: Hi ma.

We Hugged.

Luphelo: Mama ndicela undi jongele umntanam.

-Mom please look after my child for me.

Ma: okay nizomlanda ngomso?

-are you going to fetch him tomorrow?

Luphelo: ewe Mama.

Ma: okay. Bye bye 'ini ke.

Us: bye Ma enkosi.

We said as Luphelo handed Kumkani over with his bag. Ma took him and
then I kissed him goodnight and goodbye. No but this leaving my son life
really sucks but I needed to have fun.

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We arrived at Summerstrand and then made our way inside Cubana. I
really like this place. And so did Ovayo. We chose a table near the balcony
just to get the right view for Instagram. Lelethu and I took selfies with
Luphelo's phone and then uploaded on Instagram before the menus
arrived. My man and Reid ordered a Cubana Mixed Grill with a bottle of
Bisquit Cognac which they were going to share then Lelethu and I ordered
a rib basket with Usain Bolt cocktails for now. Luphelo asked for 12 shots of
tequila which came in a tray.

Reid: Luphelo for ntoni keh ngok?

-what for now?

Luphelo: ndifuna ubona ngubani ozokwazi usela the most tequilas without
even flinching.

-I want to see who will be able to drink..

Reid: you expect us not to flinch? Kwi tequila fondin?

Luphelo: ewe fondin Reid Izani. Any questions?

Me: what's the end game? What are we playing for?

Luphelo: Respect sthandwa sam. Bragging rights.

Me: ha.a mnyeni wam. Lets all put R250 on the table. Winner takes all.

Lelethu: Hlalumi why must everything be a business venture apha kuwe?

Luphelo: awumazi. Noba ndithi baby ndicela impundu uzathi jonga "beka
nezi zakho impundu baby yazba sokwenza more rounds xanezakho
zilapha".

-you don't know her. Even if I say baby can I please have ass she's going
to say "look put your ass too baby then we know we will make more rounds
if yours is also here".

They laughed. He's such a liar.

Me: mxm Jama.

I said as I stroked his arm. Everyone took their R250's and then we placed
them on the table. Winner gets R750.

Luphelo: masiqhaleni ke. We will do this Anti clockwise keh.

Reid: Okay. LLB start.

Lelethu failed immediately. She lost her money by flinching.

Reid: Iza Cum Laude.

Luphelo passed round one..

Reid: BSc in Construction economics sime ngawe.

I took two shots without flinching and Luphelo's mouth hung open.

Luphelo: Maka Kumkani Xabektheni?

Me: Yinton Taka Kumkani? I'm taking the load off. Iza fondin Bachelor of
Architectural studies.

Reid passed round one. We were having a blast stunting with our
qualifications. We went through our second round where all 3 of us passed
and I still took two shots while the men took one. Luphelo retired on the
third round because he said he still had to drive. So it was between Reid
and I. But he quit on the fourth round and claimed he couldn't catch up to
me anyway since I was taking two shots at a time so I took 6 tequila shots
in total. And I was starting to feel the effects but a bitch had to stay firm and
pretend my husband wasn't right here to pick me up. You can't be a weak
bitch when you're drinking around people. That's how you black out and
end up in trouble.

Luphelo: shorty imma only tell you this once you this illest.

He said as he gave me a round of applause for winning the competition.

Me: thank you so much guys for giving me imali nje out of the blue you
guys are so kind.

They giggled.

Lelethu: sadiki umfazi we Finisher.

-the Finishers wife is so annoying.

Luphelo: yi Punisher Lena fondin.

-this is the Punisher.

He said as we side eyed one another in the most adorable way ever. I love
him. I love him even more for never embarrassing me when we're out with
other people or couples. He knows how to behave.

After dinner, Luphelo settled the bill and then Reid took care of the tip. I
was fucking drunk by then but I didn't want to open my mouth because I
knew I was gonna say some dumb shit. I held my mans hand on my way to
the car and didn't even let go when I was hugging Reid and Lelethu
goodbye. They left so Luphelo gave me the keys. Tf? Is this man serious?
How can he expect me to drive in this condition?

Me: undi Nikelani isitixo ngoku Jama?

-why are you giving me the key?

Luphelo: Funeka ufunde uqhuba xawunxilile Majama. If I'm going to trust

you to go out on your own I need to make sure you can drive back noba
Sektheni because other men will take advantage of you and I don't want
you to experience the pain of being raped. Okay?

-you need to learn how to drive when you're drunk.

He sniffed. The thought of someone raping his wife was too much for him
even to think about so I took the key and although I was tripping over my
own feet, I climbed into the passanger seat and then started the car.

Luphelo: nxiba i safety belt.

-wear the safety.

Me: Yes Mr Love of my life.

He smiled, rolled his eyes and then he looked away as I wore my safety
belt.

Me: Did you just blush Taka Kumkani?

Luphelo: hayi kha qhube wethu.

-no just drive.

I giggled as I took his hand in mine and then kissed the back of his hand
like he does to me when he's driving. His hand smelt like apples since
that's the flavor of his hand lotion. You just have to respect a man who
makes sure his appearance and hygiene is on point. He kept giving me
"drunk driving" lessons all because he wanted to make sure that I don't
ever let my guard down and be unable to drive home after a wild night out.

I couldn't go to work the next morning, I was way too sick to even get up.
But Luphelo gave me a bath since I was still on my periods and needed to
take a bath then he made breakfast for me. I ate, went to bed and after two
hours I had to get up from the bed to fetch Kumkani from his grandparents'
house. He was so happy to see me. He even giggled. I took him to the mall
where I bought him some clothes then I called Bulelani when I was there.
Him: Hlalumi?

Me: hi B are you good?

Him: yeah wena?

Me: I'm fine. I'm here at the mall no King and all of a sudden I thought
about having a baby shower for uSihle.

Him: kalok Hlalumi I'm still the only one working so I can't afford all the
extra things. We have spoken about it.

Me: kalok you don't have to plan it alone. People can make a contribution.
That's what family is for.

Him: okay... That would be nice... So I'm leaving it up to you then you can
let me know what's going to come up.

Me: okay keh.

Him: sure thank you.

Me: bye.

Him: bye.

In the mall I ended up buying a new phone for my man, the iPhone Xs and
then I bought a customized pouch for him. It was black and was written in
gold "look at me about to be paid in 7 figures" - The Finisher. Luphelo is so
going to love this. After shopping in the mall, I went to a car dealership to
negotiate the price of buying taxi's in bulk and it could amount to a 10%
discount which I couldn't wait to tell Luphelo about.

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It was eventually time for us to go to the court where the judge was now
going to give her ruling. So the State Advocate and Luphelo had to state
their case for the court one more time in order to try to convince the judge
that Mandla is either guilty or not. Detective Zuko was also called in to tell
the court what he believes happened during that night but Luphelo tore that
down immediately since there was insufficient evidence to point it back to
Mandla.

The court took a break while the Judge deliberated. She came back after
an hour with her final verdict.

Judge: I have carefully and thoroughly investigated this case with a fine
tooth comb because domestic abuse, gender based violence, gun violence
and murder are an ongoing problem in South Africa. And it is a problem
that we as the enforcers of the law are trying to combat in order to ensure
that our country is safe. I urge all of the women, even men in this court of
law to make a commitment to protect our women and to do a better job at
protecting the women who need your help. Do not let fear of doing the right
thing cost another woman her life. However in this case, a criminal case,
the State had to prove without a reasonable doubt that the accused had
killed his wife on the night in question. No gun powder was found by
detectives on the hands of the accused. The only witness who saw what
happened on that night couldn't confirm whether or not the killer in question
is the accused and he stated clearly and unambiguously that the killer in
question was not wearing a glove. Considering what the accused has been
through, I do believe that there is an element of abuse in him. Every single
state witness that has taken this stand has atested to this and I cannot
overlook that. But this is a murder case. Not an assault case. Therefore the
court finds Mr Mandla Mthethwa, not guilty of murder. However, he is
sentenced to 2 years of probation to ensure that he doesn't abuse any soul.
He will have to consult with his probation officer about the terms of his
probation and failure to comply with the terms of his probation will result in
another hearing. Court is adjourned.

She banged before getting up and then walked out. Mandla was so happy
that he tried to hug Luphelo who shrugged him off. I read his lips.

Luphelo: sund bamba. I did my part so we're done ngok.

-don't touch me.

Mandla: I know you hate me but thank you for getting me off I knew I could
trust you.

Mandla was fetched by the officials so the State Advocate came to give
Luphelo a handshake. I moved in closer to hear this cos I can't have
females around my man and not eavesdrop.

Her: well done Luphelo.

Luphelo: well done for getting a murderer off?

Her: a certain advocate once told me that I should know that who we are in
court isn't who we really are. Yes, this wasn't the best circumstances to
show off who you are but you're a fucking good brown skinned advocate
Luphelo.

Luphelo: thank you.

Her: I would like us to work together at some point. I have a law school...
Well it's a family business and I would like you to occasionally teach my
students how to have swag. You just have that thing that makes you so fun
to watch... You're in?

He laughed.

Luphelo: yeah I'm in.

Her: cool. I will call you sometime.

Luphelo: okay bye.

Her: goodbye LJ.

She walked away and I rolled my eyes. You just know you're a good
advocate when you make the State advocate fall in love with you .

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Insert 86

A Ncumolwethu and Luphelo appreciation post. .

I walked out of the court room and then went to my car. I was lowkey
annoyed about this woman and her feelings towards my husband but I had
to remind myself that nothing was going to happen. Luphelo loves me. And
he has proven that time and time again.

He followed me to my car where Kumkani was sleeping. He climbed into

the passenger seat and then he closed the door.

Me: Iphi moto yakho?

-where's your car?

Luphelo: Molo nawe Majama.

-hello to you too.

Me: hello. I'm sorry.

Luphelo: I took an Uber and left my car at work.

Me: Oh okay... May I congratulate you on your victory?

Luphelo: definitely not. Ndi grand ngale case mna I just wanna put it behind
me and pretend I'm not the reason why that muthafucker u Mandla is going
to be free to abuse somebody else.

-I'm all good with this case.

Me: at least he's on parole though. Maybe that will make a difference?

Luphelo: masthembe. u Shirley, la advocate that I was up against would

like me to teach her students in future. I was really surprised that she
asked.

Me: she wants you. That's why she asked.

Luphelo: no she has a law school and she just wants to ensure that her
students get the best training-

Me: while she gets with a successful black man. She wants you Luphelo
sukundi phikisa. I could tell by her body language when you two were
talking that she wants you.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: haike... Cos I like a woman with coarse hair and thick lips. Umntu
endinom thutha... A woman

with colour on her skin whose ass bounces back when I slap it. A woman
who can carry my baby on her

hips cos they are broad enough... I love black women Majama. I love you in
particular so relax. You will

never lose me to another woman in general... Let alone a white one. Yayazi
English yam iphelelwa rhou.

-you know my English runs out quickly.

I giggled. I love it when Luphelo says relatable things because he's not a
relatable at all. He's just different. He took Kumkani from the backseat and
then he held his baby all the way to the house. It was a beautiful sight. A
black man holding his baby whilst wearing his robe which Kumie puked on
anyway.

We arrived home, took a shower and then we made dinner. We ate, took
care of our baby whom is an angel because he's really quiet unless he's
hungry or something is bothering him then he will scream. Otherwise the
baby of us, Kumkani Nande Jama is an angel and moms keep telling me to
enjoy these months whilst they last because when he's teething he's going
to become impossible.

After putting him down, I went to the bedroom where my husband was
sitting on the edge of the bed.

Luphelo: Mandla paid the rest of my money keh... So tomorrow we're going
to settle the house.

Me: you're going to settle the house Jama. It's your money.

Luphelo: the last thing I'm going to do as a husband is to let how much I
earn disrespect your contributions to our family. When I was 22, I didn't
have anything. You're on the right track mntuwam and one day... You're
gonna be as successful as your husband.

I smiled.

Me: you think so?

Luphelo: I know so.

I wrapped my arms around him and then chilled behind him whilst
occasionally kissing his back.
Me: I went to check out the price of the taxi's and we could get a 10%
discount if we buy 10.

Luphelo: we can't just go to one dealership Mamakhe. We need to

compare at least from 5 and see where we can get the biggest discount.

Me: yeah I know qha I just wanted you to know what we're looking at.

Luphelo: you do know that the taxi business is ruthless right?

Me: yes but I also know we can make it work as long as we aren't greedy.
Let's do things the right way and we will be fine. And besides we won't only
use our taxi's on the road as I said they will be beneficial to Jama
Constructions.

Luphelo: Okay Mamakhe. But let's buy 4 now and see how it goes... Then
buy the rest if everything goes well.

I kissed his shoulders as I nodded. I love a man who can fund a dream

Me: khaphe umntu wakho umthondo keh.

-give your person some dick then.

He giggled as I caressed his chest whilst planting kisses on his back

Luphelo: izomthatha.

-come and fetch it.

He said seductively and I switched sides without hesitation. I missed him.

We hadn't had sex in a while because of this trial so it felt good to be in his
arms again. I straddled him and we kissed with so much passion because
we both knew we hadn't done this in a while so we had to savour the
moment instead of rushing it. We made out whilst he undressed me Until I
was completely naked so he put me down on the edge of the bed before
wearing a condom. I really can't get used to him wearing a condom since
he always hits it raw.
He pulled my legs apart before inserting himself inside me. He gave me
about four strokes before he became annoyed by the condom and then he
took it off and fucked me raw. The perks of being married. We fucked for
three rounds and after the last round, I gave him his new cellphone which
he was beyond excited about. Not to mention the pouch.

Kumkani screamed in the early hours of the morning so his parents went to
his bedroom. We were both sleepy so we switched on the lights and he
stopped crying when he saw us and baby giggled. He's so adorable
especially when he starts kicking those little legs of his.

Luphelo: Kumkani usibizelantoni apha?

-why did you call us here?

Me: Uyayazi your son doesn't want to be alone so he woke up and realised
he's alone so he started crying.

He exhaled before taking his son and then he kissed him before we sat
cross legged on his carpet and then put Kumkani in between his father's
legs.

Me: baby khandfundise ujaiva torho kalok. It's Friday tomorrow and I'm
going out.

-baby please teach me how to dance.

He laughed.

Luphelo: I thought you'd never ask Iza mntuwam. Hambo thatha i Huawei
yam eroomini yethu.

-come my person. Go fetch my Huawei from our bedroom.

I ran to our bedroom then I came back with my man's phone and gave it to
him. He unlocked it then he played his favorite gqom Playlist which he got
from Lusanda who is another great dancer. He asked Kumkani to hold his
phone for him which was the funniest thing ever.

Luphelo: yaykwazi Thuso Phala Mos?

-you know how to do the Thuso Phala right?

Me: no baby I can't.

I sulked.

Luphelo: watch me.

Me: don't do your cum laude Thuso Phala that has the Vosho involved. I
just need the standard Thuso Phala that everyone does.

Luphelo: haha okay Ncumo.

He did it and then it was my turn to. I wasn't so bad so we moved on from
him teaching me individual dance moves to him teaching me an entire
routine while Kumkani watched us dancing in front of the mirror whilst his
back was against a pillow. After more than an hour of getting dance
lessons from my husband, I was finally the Gyel. I wasn't on Babes
Wodumo's level but if a song came on right now I was going to be the first
on the dance floor.

Me: enkosi baby

I said as annoyingly sat on his lap whilst bombarding his face with several
kisses.

Luphelo: Ncumo ndizowa kanjan.

-I'm going to fall.

He said before trying to get his balance.

Me: xolo mntuwam... But I'm so ready for the weekend ngoku. Lelethu is
not gonna know how this happened.

He giggled.

Me: baby do we need to discuss a curfew? Cos I feel like sometimes I'm
pushing it.

Luphelo: Andiy boni point ye curfew mna. You're grown Hlalumi...be safe
and be loyal. Even if you come home at 6 am as long as you told me I'm
good. Marriages end cos people become way too possessive and that's
fucked up mntuwam. You need to chill in a marriage and allow your partner
to breathe. Kuthi huuu pha kuye. You already had to deal with a strict mom
so... I don't want you to deal with a crazy strict husband.

-I don't see a point of a curfew.

I hugged him and then ran my hair through his fade.

Me: I love you so much.

Luphelo: I love you more baby. Believe me.

I kissed him and he kissed me right back.

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Luphelo: thetha fondin iyasinda i iPhone XS.

-talk bruh an iPhone XS is heavy.

I was woken up by Luphelo's flex in the early hours of the morning so I

giggled as I got up and then kissed his face. I then went to fetch our son
from his bedroom who was still sleeping like an angel and decided to allow
him to sleep between us whilst I give him time to wake up on his own.
There is nothing that Kumkani Jama hates more than being woken up. If
you wake him up, he will be cranky the whole day. His father wrapped up
his call then he put down his phone and looked at his son so affectionately.

Luphelo: akasemhle lomjita.

-this guy is so beautiful.

He said before kissing his son and Kumkani took his hand and put it on his
father's face as if he was encouraging Luphelo to keep kissing him. It was
so adorable.

Me: Luphelo uyay need'a i nanny ngoku uKumkani.

-Kumkani needs a nanny now.

Luphelo: Mamakhe, it's either you take a maternity leave or we keep taking
him to my mom's house.

He's not getting a nanny.

Me: Luphelo nothing is going to happen to him, okay? Trust me. Not every
woman is uNondwe.

Luphelo: I'm not going to take chances with my son Hlalumi.

He said as he got up and went to the en suite so I stuffed pillows next to
King to make sure he doesn't fall off the bed as I go argue with his father in
the en suite.

Me: Luphelo we will install camera's keh to see how the nanny will behave
around our son. Please!

Luphelo: anzoxabana nawe mna ekhona uKumkani.

-I'm not going to argue with you when Kumkani is around.

I exhaled as I pulled his arm out of the bedroom and then we went into his
office.

Me: Luphelo we can't keep having to live like this okay? uKumkani ulele
ngoku and we both know our baby hates being woken up. He cries all day
cos he becomes moody. Kanti if he had a nanny he would be able to sleep
as much as he wants.

Luphelo: then take maternity leave Hlalumi it's that simple. Or my parents
can live here with us. Those are the two options.

He said as he walked out and I became so damn frustrated.

I went down to the kitchen and made Luphelo's breakfast. We may be mad
at one another but he's still my husband so he still needs to eat. I made a
call to Lona telling her that I won't be going to work cos I will be at home
with my son so I asked her to attend all of my meetings. Luckily I never
schedule important meetings on a Friday. Luphelo came down with
Kumkani and his bag but I went to take my son and carried him on my
back. His diaper was still clean since we had just changed it in the morning.
Luphelo: unxiba nini?

-when are you getting dressed?

Me: andizok phendula.

-I'm not going to answer you.

Luphelo: ye yakho naleyo.

-that's your prerogative.

I exhaled.

Me: I'm not going to work today. I'm going to look after him.

Luphelo: I hope you're not going nanny hunting cos sizoxabana.

-we're going to argue.

Me: Luphelo I'm just trying to figure out a plan okay? Stop being so mean
to me I'm not used to you being like this.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes.

Luphelo: I'm sorry Hlalumi... It's just that you know what my issue is with
nannys. I don't know how to be civil when dealing with this situation.

Me: Luphelo please understand that while I may not be the kind of mother
who you may have expected me to be... I fucking love my son and anyone
who hurts him will die and that's not a threat it's a warning and a spoiler.. I
would lay on a track while a train is coming for my son and die for him cos
life without him now seems impossible. So you need to trust me with this,
okay? We need a nanny.

He looked down and then wiped his own tears. Nondwe really fucked my
husband up.

Luphelo: have it your way. Ndimkile ngoku Hlalumi. Bye.

-I'm gone now.

He said as he got up and then he walked out. I exhaled before leaning on

the kitchen counter and cried in my own arms.

Mommy called me just when I was done dressing my little baby and I was
putting on cartoons for him to watch. He loves those baby songs.

Me: hey Mama.

Mommy: hey angel face. Utheni? You sound so sad.

I held my tears back to no avail.

Me: Mama uLuphelo akafuni sibene nanny but Kumkani really needs one at
this point.

-Luphelo doesn't want us to have a nanny.

Mommy exhaled.

Mommy: you know what his nanny did to him Kodwa Hlalumi.

Me: I know but mama that won't happen to uKumie. I will make sure of it.

Mommy: Sthandwa sam that's easy for you to say cos you don't know what
Luphelo went through. Kalok Nondwe didn't just molest him she abused
him emotionally as well and he's had to live with that pain for literally as
long as you have been alive Hlalumi.

Me: I think I should take maternity leave then. Cos I don't know what else to
do to solve this problem..

Mommy: maybe you should nyani Hlalumi cos I have to take his side apha.
I wiped my tears because I really didn't want to leave my job.

Me: maybe.

Mommy: Hlalumi sthandwa sam be strong vha? Kumie will grow up and
you can go back to work and be you again. Okay?

Me: yeah.

Mommy: okay. I love you.

Me: I love you more.

Mommy: bye.

Me: bye.

°° Shirley's perspective °°

I decided to visit Luphelo at his law firm because I heard through the
grapevine that he has one and I didn't even know about that. So I was told
he was still in a budget meeting but as soon as it was adjourned I went up
to his office with some seafood for lunch.

I knocked on his door and he told me to come in. I opened the door and his
mouth hung open with he saw me. I didn't know why. Whether it was me
that he was surprised to see or my body or the fact that I had food... I just
couldn't tell.

Luphelo: Shirley what are you doing here?

Honestly black men look hotter when their shirts are tight.
Me: I just thought I should come check out your company in case I get
fired.

He smiled.

Luphelo: I don't know if you have noticed but this is a black lawyers only
firm so...

He shrugged before getting up to hug me.

Me: I could get a tan and cornrows. That would work right?

He shook his head as he laughed silently at my endeavors to fit in.

Me: okay. I brought seafood. I hope you like it.

Luphelo: No I don't... Actually I hate it. I just like fish.

Me: well luckily I brought fish so thank me later since it's lunchtime and you
don't have lunch.

I was doing so much out of nervousness and I could tell by the look on his
face that he noticed too. I just couldn't explain why I was feeling this way
over this man. I have been up against a lot of men in my 9 year career but
none of them have wrecked havoc like Luphelo has. He's so smart. So
sarcastic. So cool and he's interesting... Has that thing about him that you
can't put your finger on but you know it's there.

I laid down our lunch on the table and he asked his PA to bring bread for
his fish. It was the weirdest thing ever. His PA came with a loaf of bread
and Luphelo ate his fish and chips with bread. He put everything in bread.
He put prawns in bread. Lobsters in bread. I just couldn't stop laughing.

His door opened and his wife came in. Carrying their beautiful son on her
back and she had a little bag which I assumed had his lunch. She looked a
bit surprised to see a woman in his office but recovered when her husband
spoke.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam.

Ncumo: hi.

Me: hello.

Ncumo: I'm Ncumolwethu Jama. His wife.

Me: I'm Shirley Zeelie. I was the State advocate of Mandla Mthethwa's trial.

Ncumo: I know I watched. You were good.

Me: thanks.

She turned to her husband and then put the bag on his desk.

Ncumo: uhluthi Luphelo?

-are you full?

Luphelo: mntuwam akhange undi xelele Uyeza.

-you didn't tell me you're coming.

Ncumo: Ithi lonto itya ukutya okuze nalomntu? Bona icebo keh uzokutya
nokwam.

-does that say you should eat food that came with this person? Make a
plan cos you're also gonna eat mine.

Luphelo: heh Maka Kumkani iabs zam fondin zithini zona?

-what about my abs?

Ncumo: andithanga nqha ngazo fondin.

-I don't care about them.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: Uhm Shirley..

Me: I have to leave right?

Luphelo: yeah.

He

Said whilst feeling exasperated.

Me: okay. It was nice seeing you two. Good bye.

Them: good bye.

I neatly took what was left of the lunch I came with and walked out with it.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I took Kumkani and put him on my lap as I sat down on the chair opposite
Luphelo's lap and watched him with squinted eyes.

Luphelo: ha.a baby uyandi bulala ngoku. Ndi hluthi.

-no baby you're killing me now. I'm full.

Me: what was she doing here Jama?

Luphelo: andimazi Mamakhe. But she had food and quite frankly she saved
me cos I was really hungry.

I rolled my eyes before taking my food but he stopped me.

Luphelo: nzayitya ngo 3 Hlalumi. Enkosi.

-I will eat it at 3. Thank you.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: Can I please have my son?

Me: Didn't Shirley bring you a son?

Luphelo: Ndafa Nkosyam.

-I die.

I was becoming annoying so I decided to give him a break. I gave him his
son whom he put on his chest.

Me: Luphelo I decided to take maternity leave.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: wena?!

-you?

Me: yes me... Luphelo you always have my best interests at heart for
everything. When I need you, you're always there. And I don't like to see
you cry it fucks with my soul because I know nothing will happen to our son
but you don't believe that so as your wife... I'm going to take maternity
leave to show you that I love my job but I love you and Kumie more. So
yeah.

Luphelo gave me the broadest smile I had ever seen.

Luphelo: khand phuze.

-kiss me.

He said as I went over to his side and then gave him a lip lock. His lips are
so soft.
Luphelo: enkosi Lumi ka Phelo.

Me: you're welcome.

I kissed his cheek and then laid my hand on his shoulder while smelling his
cologne. Then Kumie farted and spoiled the entire family moment.

Insert 88

My man's phone rang so he put the call on loudspeaker. It was his mother.

Luphelo: Nozala?

Ma: Pabbles uphi uMamekhaya? Ndizamile umphonela Kodwa

akaphenduli.

-where is the woman of the house? I tried calling her but she's not
answering.
Me: ndi lapha Mama.

-I'm here.

Ma: Okay Majama kukho umgidi ekhaya eKamva ngoku ndicela

uyoncedisa upheka mntanam. Kodwa subana worry sendiba yalezile ukuba
une degree wena ne Benz ngoku bathi wena uzo chuba i veg awuzoya
ngamandla.

-there is going to be a Homecoming at my home at Kamva now I'm asking

you to please be of help in terms of the cooking. But don't worry I already
told them that you have a degree and a Benz now they said you will just
chop the vegetables you won't do much.

Luphelo laughed.

Luphelo: Ja Nozala!!

Ma and I giggled.

Me: okay Mama nini?

-when?

Ma: Saturday. Sorry for the last minute notice Kodwa you have to start
cooking tonight. Please mntanam.

Me: okay sure Ma text me the directions and I will be there.

Ma: uzay thini Kumkani?

-what are you going to do with the King?

Me: ndizamsa ku Mamam.

-I'm going to take him to my mother.

Ma: ha.a ipetto yam ibusy namhlanje. Ndizam jonga.

-no my friend is busy today. I will look after him..

Me: okay ma.

Ma: sure Majama I will text you.

Me: okay Ma.

Ma: bye bye'in ke.

Us: bye Ma.

He hung up so I looked at the time. Luphelo's break was long gone.

Me: baby we need to leave ngoku. I will see you when you come home.

He got up and then he came to hug me before he kissed me.

Luphelo: lento yalo mgidi ayizo mosha i plans zakho keh ngoku? You're
allowed to say awufuni fondin.

Awutshatanga bona utshate nam.

-won't this thing of this Homecoming ruin your plans? You aren't married to
them you're married to me. Me: yeah but it's my responsibility to come
through for events like this as a wife-

Luphelo: bullshit. People need to start hiring caterers and stop treating our
wives like free Labour. So if awufuni Majama let me know and I will let
uMama know.

I kissed him.

Me: I will be fine sthandwa sam, okay?

Luphelo: okay.

He kissed his son and then helped me carry him on my back. Once King
was strapped in, I gave him one final kiss before walking out with our baby.
.

I called Lelethu once I arrived home.

Her: Lumi?

Me: mntase I can't make it for tonight's plans.

Her: hoekom?

-why?

Me: want ek sal besig wees met n kak mgidi van my man se familie. ek
Moet die vegetables chop.

-because I will be busy with a shit Homecoming of my man's family. I must

chop the vegetables.

Her: let me help you kalok chomi. I don't mind.

Me: okay thanks chomi. I will text you the address and please come
through in your BMW.

Her: so you want us to be wife goals up in that bitch?

Me: yeah...that's the plan.

Her: okay chomi. Text me the address keh.

Me: sure but I'm getting dressed ngoku.

Her: sure.

Me: bye.
I hung up and then forwarded the message Ma sent me to Lelethu before
going to change into my traditional clothes. As a wife you have to dress in a
certain way when you are going into any house that your husband is
related to so I had to wear a doek, a shirt with my traditional skirt and had
my scarf wrapped around my waist. I sprayed on my Beyonce heat, took
selfies and then I walked out with my son and dropped him off at his
granny's house.

Since Lelethu was not ready I ended up going to Lorraine to wait for her to
finish getting dressed. Then she and I followed each other in the German
beasts we bought ourselves. We bought our alcohol and the vegetables
from Woolworths that Ma asked me to buy. We even sped down the
freeway and threw gang signs at one another cos we're the shit and we
knew it.

We finally arrived at Kamva and parked our cars next to each other.
MAJAMA 2 EC next to EYAM 2 EC.

Lelethu: sizokwazi usela apha?

-are we going to be able to drink here?

Me: Lelethu mntase masi galele utywala pha kweza botile zika Kungawo.

-let's pour alcohol into Kungawo's bottles.

Kungawo is her 1 year, 2 months old son.

Lelethu: chomi wena.

She said as we went into her car and then we poured our Ciroc into those
bottles and dashed with Grape flavored Appletiser. We then walked into the
house while wearing our sunglasses and Rolexes. An entire mood.
Us: molweni family.

We said in the kitchen. The family went quiet for a moment. They didn't
know what just hit them because they had never seen wives with such drip.
But they quickly recovered.

Mandisa: Molo ungu mfazi ka Luphelo Mos wena. Lona une Benz?

-hello. You're Luphelo's wife right? The one with the Benz?

Me: precisely. Ndize nale veg bendiy celiwe.

-I came with the vegetables that I was asked to bring.

Zimasa: eyakwa Woolworths sahna. Mnk.

-from Woolworths?

Mandisa: usincedile wethu. Enkosi.

-you helped us. Thank you.

Luyanda's wife came in using the back door. She greeted Lelethu and I
with a hug and we spoke a bit before Lelethu and I chopped vegetables in
the bedroom because we said we want to be in "solitude" but that's
because we wanted to drink our alcohol in peace.

I received a call from Sihle as I went to my car to get more alcohol. We had
weakened our Ciroc with the juice so we weren't even tipsy.

Me: hello?

Sihle: Ncumolwethu who are you hanging out with?

Me: Sihle haibo... I'm hanging out with u Lelethu.

Sihle: is she your new best friend now?

Me: no she's not Sihle.

Sihle: then why are you always with her? Am I boring you?

I exhaled.

Me: Sihle I love you so much but I really don't need this right now, okay?
It's Friday I just wanna drink and have fun okay? I will talk to you ngomso.

Sihle: No Hlalumi akhonto sizay thetha ngomso. I get it... You and Lelethu
are goals together. You two are living life... And I'm not. So I don't fit into
your puzzle-

Me: that's bullshit Sihle and Uyayazi lonto. You have always turned up ever
since we were teens but I had to stay at home cos my Mother was strict.
I'm starting to get my freedom and you're pregnant that's why it feels like
we're drifting otherwise I will always be down for you.

Sihle: mxm. Fuck you. And good night.

I scoffed.

Me: I love you too Sihle.

She hung up so I reluctantly went to pour our alcohol and Lelethu followed
behind me. We dashed 65% Ciroc and 35% juice this time and we even
used a calculator to determine how much ml's we needed of each to get
the desired percentage. Our husband's showed up.

Luphelo: abafazi bethu bade basebenzise ne calculator for ubhala utywala

Reid mfethu.

-our wives even use a calculator to calculate alcohol.

We laughed.
Us: ningenaphi?!!

-where do you guys fit in?

Reid: i scientific nogal.

-it's even scientific.

They laughed as I went to my man and kissed him until he pulled away.

Luphelo: Hlalumi ndibatyiwe suka.

-I'm horny move.

I pecked his lips as he shifted his penis to a less revealing position then we
all walked back to the house. I didn't even realise that Luphelo's brothers
were all there and Mr Jama as well so we greeted and then went inside
where the wives were dishing up. I took the first two trays for Mr Jama and
his friend and then I went back inside to fetch the other plates for Reid and
Luphelo.

Me: u mnyeni wam akayityi butternut keh so Ndicela ningay faki otherwise
ithanga lona uyali thanda bendil thengele yena specifically keh so ndicela
uligcwalise. Wena Lelethu mntase buthe owakho umnyeni uthanda ntoni?

-my husband doesn't eat butternut so please don't include it otherwise he

loves pumpkins and I bought it for him specifically so please put a lot of it.
And you Lelethu what did you say your husband likes?

Lelethu: itapile ne nyama mntase akamthandi umnqusho.

-potato and meat he doesn't like samp.

Me: okay.

The lady dished up so I went to give Reid and Luphelo their food before
going back into the house to take more plates to the people.

.
.

Insert 89

It was finally time for Lelethu and I to sit down and eat. We were exhausted
and tipsy so we sat on the bed that was in the bedroom we were chopping
vegetables in.

Me: yhu hay ndifuna u goduka ngoku mna. Ndifuna umntanam.

-I want to go home now. I want my baby.

Lelethu: Aw u King Jay. How is he?

Me: I don't know let me call uMa but last time I checked he was fine.

I said as I took my cell phone out and then called Ma. She told me that he
was okay and that she had just put him down so I thanked her and then
hung up when we were done speaking.

Me: chomi I'm taking maternity leave keh.

She put her hand on my forehead and I laughed.

Lelethu: the Punisher is taking a maternity leave? Boss bitches don't rest
kalok mntase.
Me: yeah well I'm doing it for my husband. He doesn't want nanny's around
our son so I had to make a sacrifice.

Lelethu: that's what being a wife is about keh Majama. I'm proud of you cos
I remember when I met you I thought you were those entitled, spoilt girls
that are just after imali ka Jama. I honestly thought he was making a
mistake but you're not like the other girls. You're actually real.

I smiled.

Me: I feel so motivated ke ngoku. Enkosi.

She giggled.

Lelethu: yeah chomi married life is fun on the outside Kodwa keh on the
inside umnqundu ukwi primer.

-your ass is on the primer.

I laughed hysterically.

Me: Yinton dahn?

-what's going on?

She bit her drumstick.

Lelethu: chomi this whole Reid being bisexual thing. I'm starting to look at
the men he's around differently ngoku... Like yey what if?

I tensed my eyebrows.

Me: no mahn Lethu I don't want you to do that to yourself. Reid loves you
and he treats you well. If he's gonna cheat, he's gonna cheat. Whether it's
with a man or a woman... It's an affair qha qwaba.

Lelethu: what would you do though? If you were me?

Me: it would take time to accept but... I don't think I would be able to leave
uLuphelo. Cos he's a great husband... And if I leave him for being bisexual
what am I gonna do? Who am I gonna be with cos no man would ever treat
me the same way again. I just think lento has to do with abantu... We are
so afraid of what people gonna say that the issue isn't that your man is
bisexual the issue is people and their big mouths.

Lelethu: chomi... Thank you.

Me: am I making sense?

Lelethu: truck loads. I will make sure I keep you company on your days off
keh. Maybe use your pool house as my office to consult my clients cos i
rent is so expensive lately yazi.

I giggled.

Me: I legit don't mind as long as you're gonna keep me company. But we
need to first speak to the Finisher.

Lelethu: oh bawo. Akadiki

-he's so annoying.

I laughed as I finished my food.

Lelethu and I didn't have to wash the dishes so we said our goodbyes to
the other wives and then went to where the men were seated.

Me: Tiyeka?

Senior: khajonge le ntwana ibanjwe ngamasende ngumfazi wayo izo taka

nje ngo bizwa kanye.
-just look at this boy whose wife has him by the balls is going to jump after
being called once.

Luphelo: andiso sthulu Timer.

-I'm not deaf dad.

Senior: skaa u weak mahn.

-you're weak.

Luphelo ignored his father and just got up and came to me.

Me: Siya hamba keh ngoku.

-we're leaving now.

Lelethu called Reid who came to stand next to his wife.

Reid: nizohamba ngok ngok?

-are you leaving now now?

Us: yeah.

Reid: andika funi uhamba mna Kodwa so sithini? -I don't want to leave yet
so what must we do? Lelethu: ninga hlala kalok nina asithanga nqha ngani.
-you guys can stay we aren't phased by you guys. Luphelo: yinyani Lena
baby? -is this true baby?

He asked as he looked at me seductively. I froze. His voice was even

slightly toned down.

Me: uh..

Lelethu: Lumi mxelele asithanga nqha.

-tell him we aren't phased.

Luphelo: hm? Awuthanga nqha ngomnyeni wakho?

-aren't you phased by your husband?

He asked as he took my hand and pulled me closer as I watched him

chewing his gum slowly. Why are men so gorgeous? It's unfair.

Me: ndithe nqha ngawe mna baby.

-I'm phased by you baby.

Lelethu: Argg mxm sies uweak!! Masambe mahn Hlalumi.

-lets go Hlalumi.

Reid: yeka abanye abantwana bathandane ukhabe usiza ngapha wena.

-leave the other children to love each other while you come this side in the
meantime.

He said before pulling his wife to her car and then Luphelo and I went to his
car.

We made out in the backseat of his car and fucked with me on top. I was
riding him in reverse since Luphelo loves to see ass and he came onto the
scarf I wrapped around my waist. We fucked for two rounds before Lelethu
knocked on his window.

Lelethu: gqhibani ngoku Kumkani usali need'a ixesha loba yedwa.

-finish up now Kumkani still needs time to be alone.

Me: ndiyeza.
-I'm coming.

Lelethu: okay.

I kissed my husband before fixing myself.

Me: Uzobuya nini?

-when are you going to come home?

Luphelo: maybe ngomso kalok Mamakhe. Funeka siyolanda ikrwala

ehlathini ekseni.

-maybe tomorrow. We have to fetch the "krwala" from the bush in the
morning.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: I can't wait until our son becomes a man.

Me: uzoko lukela esbedlele njena.

-he's going to be circumsized at the hospital.

Luphelo: inoba nenze i miscalculation yotywala no Lelethu kuze benibala

nagalela 100% yotywala..

-you and Lelethu probably made a miscalculation when you were counting
and poured 100% of alcohol.

I giggled.

Me: xolo keh baby. Uhm u Lelethu would like to use our pool house as her
office as she keeps me company during my maternity leave. Ndathi mna I
will first speak to you.

Luphelo: okay. As long as ezomka before I'm back cos kalok andifuni
chomi when I'm back and wanna fuck.

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

Me: yeah thats fine ke. Good night I love you.

Luphelo: good night I love you too.

We kissed.

I got up opened the door and then I went out and he followed me.

Luphelo: Hlalumi?

Me: hm?

He showed me my own underwear which was in his hand but he

immediately stuffed it into his pocket and closed it with his zipper. I turned
pink on the spot cos wow... I felt like my own man's bitch and that felt good.

Lelethu and I agreed that she was going to sleep over at my place so we
first fetched Kumkani from Ma's place who was reluctant to let me take him
because deep down she knew I had been drinking but she couldn't see it
because I became sober as soon as I knew I was going to drive home with
my son. I checked the blind spot before switching lanes all the time, I was
even driving 10 mph less than any speed limit showed by road signs
because I wanted my baby to be safe. A mother would even drive home
blind folded if her child is in the car.

Once we arrived at home, I put him in my bed and he just couldn't stop
crying. Lelethu and I tried everything to calm him down to no avail so I had
to swallow my pride and call his father.

Luphelo: Hlalumi?

Me: uyakhala uKumkani and mna andiyazi mandithini.

-Kumkani is crying and I don't know what to do.

Luphelo: khamnike iPhone.

-give him the phone.

I put the phone against his ear, still screaming.

Luphelo: mntanam Yinton lento umenza yona umfazi wam ngoku?

Uyazama kalok uMama nangoku uzoyeka into aythandayo, umsebenzi
wakhe for wena ngok wena umbulela ngolu hlobo? hay kalok Tiyeka...
Suyenza lonto kalok ngoba uMama uzo cimba yinyani xaku thiwa "men are
trash" kanti asiyo trash mna nawe andithi Jama? Siyamthanda uNcumo
thina neh? Siyamhlonipha neh?

-my child what are you doing to my wife now? Mommy is trying she's even
going to leave the thing she loves, her job for you and this is how you pay
her? No way Tiyeka. Don't do that because Mommy is going to start
thinking it's true when they say "men are trash" but we aren't trash right
Jama? We love Ncumo right? We respect her right?

His son started calming down as he started to be able to identify his fathers
voice.

Me: uyathula baby.

-he's keeping quiet.

Luphelo: scratch under his left foot and kiss it. He will fall asleep.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: bye

Me: bye

He hung up so I followed his advice.

.
.

It

Was finally time for umgidi so I took a shower in the en suite and Lelethu
took a bath. She then left at about 7 am to get dressed in her own house
and that's about the time my man came back home to change so he said
he wanted to sleep a bit so I fed uKumkani, gave him a bath and then I
kissed him a million times. My baby loves kisses. They unleash a volcanic
eruption of giggles within him especially when he's being kissed on his
belly he will even wet himself sometimes. I just think that's one of the best
things about my baby. How happy he is. Kumkani is such a happy baby
you will even see it in his eyes that he's happy and the way he behaves
when he sees his parents. He will become so excited that he will even kick
his legs forward.

Lelethu and I decided to go to Kamva in our SUV's this time. I came in my

Range Rover Evoque Sport and she came in her Jaguar F Pace. That car
slaps. And as usual, we parked side by side. But this time we promised
each other that we would cook because we are actually good at cooking so
we worked really hard but it was optional. No one was going to force us to
bust our asses like we had nothing in our heads and I was only doing this
because Luphelo gave me good dick last night otherwise I was not going to
do shit tbh. The patriarchy system in our black families is so oppressive to
us women that we are competitive over who cooks the best food instead of
who is making the most money and to me that's a problem. Not that we
have to be competitive at all but if needs be... I would rather we make
money moves and eat out at CO if we feel we need good food.

The food was served which Lelethu and I cooked together whilst wearing
Rolies and she was teaching me what she knows about law. People really
loved our food and Ma couldn't stop raving about the fact that her daughter
in law made it. It actually made me feel really proud of myself to listen to
my mother in law speak so highly of me. She also bragged about
Luyanda's wife who gets paid to travel so naye she wasn't left out.

I wanted to speak to my husband so when I went out I saw him talking to

the other men, it actually seemed like a debate.

Man: so Luphelo wena uyamyeka umfazi wakho asele akushiye endlini ne

ngcosi?

-so you allow your wife to drink and leave you alone with the child.

Luphelo: Ngeyam la ngcosi.

-that's my child.

Man: so? Usakshiya ne ngcosi nge weekend fondin uthi wena thini?

-she's leaving you with the baby during the weekend what is she saying
you must do?

Luphelo: uthi mandi jonge umntana lona ndimenzileyo ake yena ayotya ela
xesha waliphosayo kula 9 months ebendenzela umntana. Anina mbulelo
Nina madoda ingathi azange nangena kwi delivery room.

-she says I must look after the baby I made so she can make up for the 9
months she missed while she was making a baby for me. You men aren't
grateful it's as if you weren't in the delivery room.

Man 2: hay but still Luphelo umfazi ngu mfazi. Akeno kwenza unothanda
ndimbukele yikaka leyo.

-a wife is a wife. She can't do whatever she likes and I have to watch her
that's bullshit.

Luphelo: mxm aninayo ne Mali Kodwa nifuna uba controlling I don't

understand imagine if beni peya in 7 figures ngeni njani? Cos mna I want
my wife to be free. Khacinge I'm going to spend my entire life with this
person... Ndizazi thini eza hours azihambayo on a Friday when I have my
whole life with her? Umtshato Nina nimenza nzima that's why abafazi benu
be dikwa Nini it's because niyaythanda i power

and ni abusive. Mna ndifuna ubayi best friend yomfazi wam. I want to be
the coolest person in her life. Xayene nxaki aqhale kum. Ndibey first option
yakhe yomntu wohamba when she wants to explore indawu entsha.
Ndifuna xayene idea andi xelele cos she knows andizom hleka I'm going to
support her and even fund her dreams if I can afford to if I can't sobona
icebo nomntu wam fondin as long as she gets what she wants cos I
married her kuba bendiyazi I can make her happy. Andiyazi ke Nina
nitshatele ntoni but try making your wives happy uba yellow umfazi ubone
ngaye sengay nxibi ne wig cos umncome wade waybona ukuba she
doesn't need it. Umhle kuwe. So yeah... Khabe ke Nina nifuna ubangaba
zali ebantwini benu mna nzohlala ndingu "mnyeni wam".

He squeaked his voice to imitate me and the men laughed as they hyped
him.

-ya'll don't even have money but you want to be controlling I don't
understand how ya'll would have been if you got paid in 7 figures. Cos I
want my wife to be free. Just think what am I going to do with those hours
that she takes off on a Friday when I have my whole life with her? Ya'll
make marriage difficult and that's why your wives get annoyed by you guys
it's because you love power and you're abusive. When she has a problem I
want her to start with me. I want to be her first option when she needs
someone to go with her to a place she's exploring for the first time. When
she had an idea I want her to tell me cos she knows I'm not gonna laugh at
her I'm gonna support her and even fund her dreams if I can afford to if I
can't my person and I will make a plan as long as she gets what she wants
cos I married her because I knew I can make her happy. I don't know why
you guys got married but try making your wives happy, she will become
light skinned and you will see her not wearing her wig anymore cos you
complimented her until she saw she doesn't need it anymore cos she's
beautiful to you. So yeah keep being parents to your wives while I remain
being "my husband".

Reid: qondile bawo.

-true.
He said as they fist bumped and Lelethu stood next to me.

Lelethu: mnk kanti they are actually smart?

I giggled.

Me: ndi shooketh.

-I'm shook.

She laughed.

Lelethu: masambe siye kwa Spar ndibawela ichocolate.

-let's go to Spar I feel like getting a chocolate.

Me: okay.

I said as we walked out to her car and then I drove her car to Spar.

Insert 90

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.

It was Sunday and I was too tired to go to church although I would have
liked to. So I faced my son who was quietly playing with his fingers in
between us. He was awake, eyes opened and I kissed his mouth. He
stopped playing and put his hand on my cheek. I'm so in love.

Me: Kumie hey.

I whispered and he exhaled. He had eaten in the morning when he cried so

that's why he was still quiet.

Me: mama uyakthanda mntanam vah?

-mommy loves you my child okay?

He squeezed my cheek and I kissed his cheek. His father's phone rang.
The caller ID was Shirley Zeelie. I exhaled before picking his phone up.

Me: hello.

Shirley: hi Ncumo. May I please speak to Luphelo.

Me: he's sleeping but I can take a message.

Shirley: okay. Please let him know that 10 of my students are going to write
their board exams soon so I would like him to please go over law of
evidence theory with them. Hopefully on Wednesday.

Me: sure. I will let him know.

Shirley: thank you. Enjoy your day.

Me: same applies to you. Good bye.

Shirley: good bye.

I hung up and then exhaled. Honestly it was really flattering when I was a
teenager to have people crushing over my boyfriends but now it was
becoming a headache. Nothing turns Luphelo on more than an intelligent
woman and Shirley is way smarter than me. She knows more. Has more.
And she's his age so I felt really insecure. If she was black I would be going
crazy right now. Luphelo heard his phone ring so he woke up but allowed
me to continue speaking.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi.

We kissed before he took his son.

Luphelo: uthini lo?

-what is this one saying?

Me: uthi i students zakhe eziy 10 zibhala i board exams so ucela uyoba
fundisa i law of evidence theory.

-she says 10 of her students are going to write board exams so she's
asking you to please teach them the law of evidence theory.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: uyayazi uShirley lento. She's just wasting my time.

-Shirley knows this.

I looked down and he pulled my chin up with his index finger.

Luphelo: u Right Majama?

Me: yeah I'm okay.

Luphelo: awubaweli uyofunda ilaw of evidence since uzabe ukwi maternity

leave?

-don't you want to learn law of evidence since you will be on maternity
leave?
I flashed a smile.

Me: sooo... Ndinga hamba nawe?

-I can go with you?

Luphelo: yeah. Xawunombuzo uthi "xolo Adv Baby Andiy understand'i mna
lento".

-when you have a question you say "sorry Adv Baby. I don't understand
this".

I giggled. He made me feel better already.

Me: I'll be there. Thanks baby.

Luphelo: sure.

I kissed him then played with Kumkani's hair which was due for a little hair
cut at the top soon.

We planned to have a family picnic so we took a bath, got dressed and

then Luphelo drove to Checkers where we bought some junk food and then
he drove to the park. We laid our rug which we sat on and then set up our
snacks. The weather was just perfect.

Luphelo: baby Siya jumpisa ukba sine Mali?

-are we making it obvious that we have money?

I laughed. His question was so random yet lit as hell. I can't wait to relate to
my husband.
Me: you're such a mood.

He smiled as he opened his chocolate and he ate it. He really likes

chocolate.

Luphelo: ndimxelele uReid about your idea yothenga itaxi and he said we
can go 50/50 to buy our wives the taxi's you two want cos caba naye
uLelethu it's been something she has spoken about kwakdala so... Yay.

He rolled his eyes.

His Yay was bored yet so funny.

Me: baby manyani?! Does Lelethu know about this?

Luphelo: I don't know yet but I'm sure semxelele. But Hlalumi let's make it
clear, yours are strictly for uJama Constructions and all the transport costs
will be paid to you. Lelethu yena can use hers for public transport.

Me: deal. Enkosi baby.

I said as I hugged him then I kissed him.

Luphelo: anything for you.

Me: I'm really excited Luphelo... You don't understand cos now I get to do
this with my best friend-

Luphelo: best friend? uSihle yena?

I exhaled as I ate my chips.

Me: baby our lives are different ngoku. I love her more but I have more fun
no Lelethu. It's like we think the same... We stand for the same purpose.
We're both feminists... We both love cars, work and our husband's... We
both have sons that we would die for... I don't know how to make you
understand.
Luphelo: baby I know you're having the time of your life being goals no
Lelethu and the double dates are good but your friendship needs money.
Eyakho no Sihle has always been there without money. So...

please don't fuck up your sisterhood over a friendship cos uzobe ukhala
apha ndibe mna ndi batyiwe ndikutye ngoku une ntliziyo ebuhlungu cos I
warned you.

-you will be crying while I'm horny and I'm going to fuck you although you
have a broken heart.

I laughed.

Me: you're so mean but unyanisile. I owe her an apology bruh.

He smiled.

Luphelo: bendi funa ntoni emntwini ona 21 ndina 33 thixo wam. Look at me
giving friendship advice at my age .

-what was I doing with a person who is 21 when I'm 33 my Lord?

He asked as he looked up.

Me: kuthanda impundu apha kuwe.

He laughed but sometimes I even forget such an age difference exists

between him and I. Luphelo is really one dope ass husband.

After the picnic Lelethu called me and asked me if I heard the news and we
both gushed over them before ending our conversation when Kumkani
cried over my noise. Then Luphelo parked opposite Sihle's new apartment
with her husband so I came in with the rest of the stuff we bought for our
picnic but didn't get to finish as an apology. I went up to her apartment,
knocked and she opened looking very tired.

Me: hey.

Sihle: hi.

Me: may I come in?

Sihle: yeah.

I walked in and then she closed the door behind me as she followed me to
the living room.

Me: how are you nomntana?

Sihle: we're fine enkosi. Wena no Kumie?

Me: we're okay mntase. Thank you.

She nodded.

Sihle: juice?

Me: no thanks bruh I came to give you these... And to also apologize for
making you feel like you come second to Lelethu. I started hanging out with
her after you got married and then we just became alcoholics together...
Otherwise there's nothing more to it.

She giggled.

Sihle: wena? An alcoholic? I'm even surprised she got you to this level cos
ndazama ndakuncama mna you just weren't into alcohol.

Me: mntase I don't know what came over me bumnandi qha utywala. But
I'm gonna tone down ngoku before Luphelo gets tired of understanding.

Sihle: he won't he's patient.

Me: you're supposed to be encouraging me to stop mntase.

She laughed.

Sihle: I'm glad you came and apologized cos I don't wanna lose you cos at
this point I don't know where the fuck my life is going. I understand why
Dad was upset.

Me: you won't lose me mntase cos I don't wanna lose you either. I'm sorry I
was a bitch and you're 22 stop putting pressure on yourself. You're gonna
give birth soon, get a job and then things will fall into place.

Sihle: yeah I suppose but ndiku xolele.

-I forgive you.

Me: so are you now cool with me hanging out with her?

Sihle: yeah.

She smiled so I gave her a hug.

Me: I love you Yandisa.

Sihle: I love you too Hlalumi.

She said as we continued chatting.

Reid and Luphelo made the necessary payments for the taxi's we wanted
and he told me that I was going to have to go to work on Monday to let
them know about our new transport system and I was so excited because I
was going to work for a day!! Waking up sucks I know but I'm passionate
about my job and I'm grateful for it so everytime I'm there I become happy.
We then went our separate ways. They went to celebrate at Black Impala
and we went home, ate, showered and then the family of three got ready
for bed. It was still early but we wanted to cuddle

Luphelo: baby ndiceliwe ukuba mandi thathe i rape case.

-I was asked to take a rape case.

Me: baby ukwi defense?

-are you on the defense?

Luphelo: no... Fuck no. I was approached by the State.

He bit his lip.

Me: Jama I think it's time you took it sthandwa sam. In order for you to heal
you need to tear apart that rapist

Like you tore apart Mandla's case and made him get a 2 year probation for
a murder. Like what the hell.

Luphelo: what if I fail keh ngoku Ncumo? Cos I have never finished a rape
case... I lost my first one, quitted on 3 others and then I stopped taking
them.

Me: how old were you when you lost your first rape case?

Luphelo: bendina 26.

-i was 26.

Me: buyi attorney ngoko uyintoni ngoku?

-you were still an attorney then what are you now?

Luphelo: an advocate.

Me: ungu bani ngoku?

-who are you now?

I said as I punched his chest.

Luphelo: The Finisher.

Me: and what does the Finisher do with his cases?

Luphelo: wreck havoc.

Me: and how did The Finisher obtain his LLB degree?

Luphelo: Cum Laude.

Me: so why the fuck are you doubting yourself?

Luphelo: cos I'm scared.

Me: scared of what?

Luphelo: thinking about uNondwe.

Me: uphi uNondwe?

-where is Nondwe?

Luphelo: she's dead.

Me: and where are you?

Luphelo: I'm right here.

Me: right... Sthandwa sam accept this case and do it for free. I will be there
with you and hold your hand throughout this case cos I love you and I'm
done seeing the man I love tripping over a dead bitch. You're strong
Luphelo and I believe you can do this. So... Are we doing this or what?

He smiled.

Luphelo: we're doing this.

I held out my hand to him and instead of shaking it as a nod of power he
submitted by getting down on his knees and then hugging my body. Such
power, physical strength and attitude given to a man who has a tiny, weak
soul.

Insert 91

I couldn't wait until Monday because it was the last day for me to go to
work. I will really miss my job and it sucked that I'm going to be away from it
for about 4 months so when Luphelo woke up, I left Kumkani to sleep and
then followed him to the en suite and brushed my teeth as well.

Luphelo: kutheni uvuke early nje?

-why did you wake up early?

Me: ngoba ndifuna ukwenza i breakfast yakho.

-because I want to make your breakfast.

Luphelo: I can cook Hlalumi ungaphinde uvuke early for indoda endala.

-don't wake up early for a grown man again.

Me: baby please let me wife in peace torho? I appreciate you trying to
make sure I don't encounter unnecessary hardships in our marriage but
please... I like this.

Luphelo: okay..

He stood behind me and I knew what was coming.

Luphelo: what else do you like?

He asked as he slid his hand inside my underwear and then searched for
my clit. When he found it, he played with it. A moan escaped my lips.

Me: I like this...

I said nervously.

Luphelo: I thought you were gonna say you like dick.

Me: no... I love dick.

He stared at me through the mirror before he took his hand out of my

underwear and then pulled it down my thighs and then parted my ass. He
then put his penis between my thighs and allowed me to put it in myself so
we fucked doggy style. Our second round was done on the closed toilet
where Luphelo sat down on it and I rode him while he buried his face
between my breasts. The visual turns him on... And I like to show it to him.

After the second round, we took a shower and then I wore a towel and
made breakfast whilst I was wearing my wig in a messy bun, towel and
slippers. I looked really sexy and it was all for my man. Luphelo came down
whilst already dressed without Kumkani.

Me: akeka vuki?

-isn't he up yet?

He shook his head.

Luphelo: uzoya xeshaphi kwa JC?

-what time are you going to JC?

Me: the meeting is at 1 so by half 12 I will be there.

Luphelo: okay mntuwam.

Me: sure. Here's breakfast Mqocwa .

I said as I served his food. The presentation of his food was on point. He
had his plate positioned accurately in the center of the tray, utensils neatly
packed and his juice didn't have any spilled drops. It was just perfect cos I
wanted it to be out of respect for my man.

Luphelo: enkosi Mamakhe.

He grabbed my ass, kissed me and then I fed him. I probably fed him for 5
minutes before I heard our son crying so I ran upstairs to fetch him and
then I came back down with him. I really miss breastfeeding but I chose
alcohol so I made his formula in the kitchen while bouncing around in my
towel to calm him down.

Luphelo: Uyayazi sexy njani lento uyenzayo?

-do you know how sexy what you're doing is?

I blushed.

Me: I'm sorry if I'm turning you on-

Luphelo: I don't mind.

He said in the sexiest manner ever. He looked at me like he was going to

eat me. He was making me feel so sexy as I was feeding his son. He
finished his food and then he looked at the time before getting up.
Luphelo: Funeka ndi hambe ngoku. Ndizoni bona ubuya kwam. Ndibuye
nantoni?

-I have to leave now. I will see ya'll when I come home. What should I
come home with?

Me: nothing I'm cool.

Luphelo: okay. Thank you for agreeing to take maternity leave. I know it's
not easy but enkosi mntuwam.

Me: you're welcome sthandwa sam.

He kissed me whilst grabbing my ass and then he kissed his son and
asked him to take care of his wife. I don't know how many ass grabs I got
from Luphelo this morning alone. I put Kumkani on my chest as his father
lifted my towel up and fucked me for the last time. He then walked out of
the house and left me alone with our baby.

I took lots of nude selfies for Luphelo whilst he was at work. I then sent 6
nudes to him and his reply was "I'm putting my tongue inside when I get
home ".

I giggled before deciding to send more appropriate pictures of Kumkani and

I bonding together whilst wearing some of Luphelo's clothing items. He was
really happy about that and even made one of our selfies his profile photo
on WhatsApp and the best part about it was the fact that he took the worst
out of the bunch. It was clearly his favorite.

Lelethu called me while I was doing the laundry with Kumkani on my back. I
picked up.

Me: chomi?
Lelethu: hey friend. Unjani?

Me: I'm good thanks and you?

Lelethu: I'm good. Did you speak to uLuphelo about the pool house?

Me: ewe I did but he told me ukuba it's okay but I really don't feel
comfortable with the idea of people coming in and out of our yard mntase.

Lelethu: oh hay Kodwa Hlalumi it's not like it's going to be chaos njena.

Me: I know that Lethu Kodwa still... I'm sorry for getting your hopes up
bendi nxilile. I didn't think this through.

Lelethu: okay keh.. I will just have to carry on kulendawu ndikuyo keh.

Me: okay mntase.

Lelethu: sure ke babes. Bye.

Me: bye bye.

I hung up and exhaled. I was hoping this didn't drive a wedge between our
friendship but she seemed like she understood my reasoning.

It was time for me to go to work so I got dressed in a Grey knee high dress,
my black heels which I bought From Zara and my wig. I didn't apply any
make up, I'm a new mother who has been complimented by her husband
adequately before I left the house so I was good. The wig was just there to
make me feel like I am the Gyel.
I arrived at work with Kumkani who attended his first board meeting ever. I
kept him in his stroller inside the board room where his father was sitting on
the far end of the Boardroom table.

Me: so the central reason of this meeting is because myself and my

husband would like to discuss and to inform you all of a change in our
transport system. Over the weekend we had just purchased 5 Toyota
Quantums which we will use to transport our construction workers to and
from construction sites as a way to make sure that we generate more
money from tenders. We bought 5 because we wanted to test out exactly
how much we can get from using our own vehicles and if everything works
out, which we are quite optimistic it will, we will look to expand our fleet and
buy more. So how this will work is... We will have to first make sure we get
a return on the money that was spent on the purchasing of the vehicles.
Once that is out of the way, 60% of the profits will come to us personally
and 40% will be shared amongst the company.

Lwando: 60% will come to you Mrs Jama? How when you bought the fleet
using the company's money?

Me: no this came from our personal account.

Lwando: no you guys are just fucking with us right now.

Luphelo: Language. We're all grown here.

He said in a flat tone. Lwando apologised.

Martin: we need to see proof of this though Mrs Jama. That it came from
your personal account.

Me: that will be sent through first thing tomorrow.

He nodded.

Khuselo: but still even if it's their money... You said you first make sure you
pay off the money you spent on the fleet which is fair enough and we have
no problem with that. But once it's paid up... Why must you take 60% and
make us share 40%? Its ridiculous.
Me: because we took the risk and came up with the idea so we need to
reap the fruits of our brains. You are in any case getting nothing from using
other people's transport. From this deal... You stand to get something so its
either you stop being greedy and accept your 40% or my husband and I
take 100% because we are not doing something illegal or unethical. This is
just business nothing personal. Whoever is with us can raise their hands. If
not, you can keep your hand down and that means you will be excluded
from getting the 40% management share that is a privilege and not a right.
So whats it gonna be?

Everyone raised their hands up and I smiled.

Me: good. Is there anything anyone else would like to say?

They shook their heads.

Me: Jama?

He shook his head.

Me: right. Meeting adjourned.

I said as I got up and then walked out with my baby.

°° Shirley's perspective °°

I have another murder case and this time I'm on defense so I decided to
pay the Finisher a visit because I needed to discuss this with him and see
how I could get out of it because the evidence against my client was tight.
So I needed him to help me get a strategy so I knocked on his half opened
door as he was speaking to his PA. She's beautiful. I didn't even
understand why I was jealous because I'm not his wife.
Me: hello.

Them: hi.

Me: am I interrupting?

Luphelo: yes-

PA: No, not at all. I was just on my way out. Expect my call pha ngo 5 keh.

Luphelo: okay.

He sighed as I closed the door behind me and sat down.

Me: I'm sorry if I have been annoying you lately I just need your help.

Luphelo: with what this time?

He really is annoyed.

Me: I have a murder case and my client is fucked. So I need your help.

He wiped his face.

Luphelo: what happened?

Me: uhm my client is 27, shot a man dead in the early hours of the
morning... The bullet matches the gun licensed to my client, there's
fingerprints... everything. My client is known in his area as a gang member..
So I'm sure we will be having a lot of witnesses on the stand confirming this
meanwhile the man who was shot dead was a family man so yeah... It
doesn't look good.

Luphelo got up and then he went to his white board.

Luphelo: your client is 27 but what's his weight?

Me: he looks like he could weigh maybe 60-70 kg's but only because he's
tall. Otherwise he's skinny.
He wrote that information on his white board.

Luphelo: make sure you weigh your client. And the deceased? How old
was he and what's his weight?

Me: uhm he was 48 and he was classified as being obese.

Luphelo: did an assault take place?

Me: yes and my client still has marks to prove it.

Luphelo: are the fingerprints of the deceased on the gun?

Me: yes... But the gun has a license though.

Luphelo: good... So unlike my case with Mandla, you have no choice but to
admit he did it but say it was self defense.

Me: how but my client is the criminal?

Luphelo: so criminals are made of steel? If they get shot won't they die?
Was the deceased working before he died?

Me: uhm no he lost his job but didn't tell his family-

Criminal law excites Luphelo. He becomes a kid in a candy store when he

finds a way out of difficult situations.

Luphelo: so this is what you're gonna do. Paint this picture to the court that
the deceased was desperate to get some money so he tried to attack your
client. Your client is skinny and he was about to be attacked by a man who
is classified as obese so naturally he had to use his gun since he wasn't
going to win this fight himself. That's why it's legal to own one. How many
shots did your client fire?

Me: two but only one shot was used on the deceased since he missed the
first shot.
Luphelo: yes!!... So by law we are required to fire one warning shot. Your
client "fired a warning shot" they don't know that he missed. And you can
claim that the deceased knocked the gun out of your client's hands but then
he had to run for it and got to it first... Because of inertia... And then he shot
the deceased where?

Me: on the forehead.

Luphelo: yeah... Because he knew that's the only way he was going to die
because your client is not a murderer who enjoys torturing other people. He
wanted to ensure that his first shot will be his only shot because he was
scared of losing his life like...

Me: like his father did!! His father was shot on his way home from work
when he was 13.

I was so excited that I jumped up from my seat.

Luphelo: see? It's simple. Just work on that strategy and you will be good.

He sat down on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms. I stared at the
bulge in between his legs and I thought it was just an opinion that black
men have larger dicks than white men. It's actually a fact.

I smiled.

Me: so what can I do to make it up to you?

I asked as I swayed back and forth between his legs while seductively
playing with his tie. I have seen that tie before... It's from Tom Ford.

Luphelo: do you really wanna know?

He asked with a naughty smile.

Me: yeah.

Luphelo: come here.

I came closer.
Luphelo: you can stop calling me for one... And stop showing up at my
office. I'm not interested I have a wife.

I have never been this rejected in my entire life. This feeling was foreign. I
was on the verge of crying from humiliation so I took my stuff.

Me: I have to go..

I said with my voice cracking and then stormed out.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was making dinner while my son was on my back. I had no wig on. No
make up on. I wasn't even dressed like I usually do I was wearing my blue
and white maxi dress which is tight fitted and some flip flops. But when
Luphelo saw me, I started to doubt whether he was seeing me or maybe he
was having hallucinations.

Luphelo: baby... You look so natural.

His mouth hung open. Not dramatically... Just subtly but I could see he was
pleasantly surprised.

Me: yintwe right leyo?

-is that a good thing?

Luphelo: yes. You are so beautiful.

Me: stahp.

I said as I tried to look away but Luphelo was truly intrigued.

Luphelo: khame ndi phonele uMamakho okuzalayo.

-let me call your mother who gave birth to you.

He took his phone out and then he called mommy. She picked up.

Mommy: Phelo?

Luphelo: Pat intombi yakho.

-your daughter.

Mommy giggled just by hearing the sound of his voice.

Mommy: utheni?

-what did she do?

Luphelo: undiphefumlisa nzima apha Pat izomthatha uphinde umbuyise

cos kalok ngowam ngoku. Ndithi ndizi buyela emsebenzini ndizi dinele ndi
fike ndidibane nobuhle obungaka ndadinwa worse hay Pat khamnqande.

-she's making it hard for me to breathe Pat come take her and then bring
her back because she's mine now. I'm coming home tired and I come
across such beauty which made me even more tired please stop her.

She giggled.

Mommy: oh hay mahn nzazomthatha nge weekend avah? Kudala

ndimkhumbula Kakade.

-I will come fetch her over the weekend. I have been missing her for a long
time now.

Luphelo: Okay Sis Pat... Kodwa ndicela uyazi ndiyabulela nge nzala yakho.
She means the world to me.

-but please know I'm grateful for your offspring.

He said as he looked up at me. I smiled.

Mommy: uyathandwa ndim wena.

-you're loved by me.

Luphelo: nam ndakthanda Pat. Bye bye.

-I also love you.

Mommy: bye bye'in.

She blew a kiss before hanging up so he pulled me into his arms then he
kissed me.

Me: did you really just call my mother to tell her how beautiful I am?

Luphelo: yeah. Wena nzak Lobola every 5 years. Siphinde sixoxe futhi
naku round 2 we Lobola.

-I will Lobola you every 5 years. There will be negotiations again for round
2 of the Lobola.

I blushed. Me: okay.

Was all I could say because I didn't want to say some dumb shit out of
being in the presence of my crush.

Luphelo: you're so gorgeous.

Me: thank you baby. But I need to use Herbalife again cos look at isusu
sam-

Luphelo: I love isusu sakho mna. There has to be something about you that
makes you normal... That face will never be normal. Umhle Hlalumi. With or
without make up... But jonga without make up... Uthetha ne ntliziyo yam.

-you speak to my heart.

He said before taking out 5 keys from his pocket and then put them in my
hand. They were the keys of the taxi's I asked for.

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I ran my fingers through his fade and then kissed his lips. As soft and
addictive as they are. One kiss is never enough. So I put my tongue in and
lost myself completely. He tightened his hold around my body as he kissed
me. It’s amazing how we still have that chemistry. I pecked his lips before
pulling away to attend to the pots since I was still cooking. The last thing I
wanted was to burn the food I had prepared with so much passion for him.

I made dumplings and beef with gravy. Nothing beats an African, home
cooked meal. I dished up and then gave my man his food with his cold
drink. Honestly this felt so good. I may be a feminist but nothing feels better
than submitting to a man who deserves your respect and I was going to
make today all about him.

Luphelo: enkosi Mamakhe.

-thank you.

Me: okay. Fork and knife?

Luphelo: for I dumplings hay hay tsek.

I giggled.

Me: you’re so ghetto sometimes.

Luphelo: hay fondin. Ncoske uthi mandovasa izandla wena qha.

-you should rather say I should go wash my hands.

Me: yeah do that please.

He got up and then he went to wash his hands. Then he took his seat and
ate with his hands. He even does that in restaurants when he’s fed up of
pretending he is about that life.

Luphelo: heh baby bunyanisile.

-you were right.

Me: about?

Luphelo: ukuba u Shirley makathi gqhi kwi office ye ndodakho efuna

uncedo cos kalok uGyel une case qhonda uyand qhela cos uzayozi
shine’isa kla court nge strategy ska Luphelo but yiyeke leyo… Wavuya ke
uGyel wandibuza angenza ntoni to make it up to me qhonda undi buza
ikaka cos idhuru le advice ndimnika yona njema yena ebeku mela ukhupha
I cheque book waske wadlala nge tie lam umntu Endi seduce’a Qhonda
heh hay ayse weak nalento ayenzayo. Ngok ndamxelela mna ukba Maka
yeke undi founela ayeke nozond bona heh wasitsho isikhalo umntu baby.
Wathi akazo hamba yena kwa funeka ndim bizele I security baby heeeh
bimbi into ne metro police bezipha zoyiswa Ngu Shirley eba khomba nge
mipu esithi yena ufuna uLuphelo heh baby kwafuneka ndiphume nge
festire ndasindiswa yi
parachute. Ndafika emotweni ndakama I fade yam mntakabawo qhonda
heh akamhle umfazi wam for unxiba mnyama akamncinci umntanam for
ukhula phandle ko Tata ngenxa yo Shirley.

-Shirley came to your man’s office wanting help because the Girl has a
case and I thought she’s disrespecting me cos she’s going to make herself
look good in that court using Luphelo’s strategy but never mind that… Then
the girl became happy and asked me what she could do to make it up to
me and I thought she’s asking me bullshit cos the advice I gave her was
expensive she was supposed to be taking out her cheque book but instead
she played with my tie trying to seduce me and I was thinking wow what
she’s doing is so weak. Now I told her she must stop calling or seeing me
and she just cried hysterically baby. Then she said she isn’t going to leave
and I had to call security on her baby the scene was so bad even the metro
police was there but they were being over powered By Shirley who was
pointing guns at them saying she wants Luphelo. Baby I had to escape
using the window but I was saved by the parachute. I arrived in my car and
then brushed my fade thinking my wife is too beautiful to be wearing black
and my son is too young to grow up without a father because of the likes of
Shirley.

I laughed hysterically.

Me: uxokelani Luphelo?

-why are you lying?

He laughed.

Luphelo: baby ndithetha inyani ngoku njena.

-baby I’m being honest right now.

Me: no Luphelo I believe she came into your office and asked for advice…
And asked you how can she make it up to you but the rest? No.

He laughed and then held both of my hands in his.

Luphelo: let’s just say she won’t be calling your man’s phone anymore. She
won’t be in my office anymore. And she won’t be making you feel insecure
cos I don’t want women in my life that make my woman uneasy.

I smiled.

Me: do you remember what you said to me when we met okokqhala? When
we were alone?

Luphelo: I said you look uneasy.

We giggled.

Luphelo: andisoze ndilibale. I swear…when I looked at you… I didn’t know

what the fuck hit me I was just… I knew I was going to marry you and make
you pregnant qha eyoba nini, njani… Was the part I didn’t know cos you
were my “daughters” best friend.

-I will never forget.

Me: ncoh utheni namhlanje Jama? Upeyile?

-what’s up with you today? Did you get paid?

He laughed.

Luphelo: yes.

Me: sayibaweli I 7 figures.

-I’m craving for 7 figures.

Luphelo: divorce me and you’ll get 8.

Me: hay makuyekwe Finisher mntakwethu.

-no lets leave it then.

He smiled sweetly before taking another bite of his food.

.

After eating, I decided to put the dishes in the dishwasher this time since I
wanted to save time otherwise I kinda like washing dishes. It relaxes my
mind. But tonight I wanted to be busy so I took care of Kumie then I put him
down with a kiss on his forehead and then I went to our bedroom where I
gave his Dad a bath myself and then gave him a full body massage when
he was out.

He was butt naked on the bed as I rubbed his back, his shoulders and his
neck. They were a bit tense so I asked him why and he told me everything I
needed to know. It felt like a therapy so I moved on to massage his legs
and feet. This must have been so relaxing to him because his responses
started becoming vague before he didn’t reply at all. He fell asleep. So I
tried to help him get into a better sleeping position and then covered him
with the blanket. I then knelt down beside him and prayed. After praying, I
took my cellphone and then made a separate group chat on WhatsApp that
excludes uSihle since I wanted to let the family know of my plan to throw a
baby shower for her.

Me: molweni bantu bakwa Jama & mommy, I would like us to please plan I
baby shower ka Sihle on her behalf cos I spoke to u Bulelani & he said they
spoke about it but I baby shower financially Izoba sokolisa since he works
alone at the moment. So mna ndi cinga simncede hlambi wonke umntu
azame I 2k like per house… Then its going to be successful. ❤

Lusanda: if it’s 2k per house I assume uthetha per couple so what should
luthando and I bring since we’re single af?

Luthando: uyasi khwekhwa mntase.

-she’s mocking us.

Me: tu kanti xolweni ukba niyatyeka but it’s gonna be 1k kalok for you guys

Lusanda: tsh mntase but okay I’m in.

Luyanda: izoba right I 7k?

-will 7k be alright?

Me: yeah I think klo 7k we should spent 2k and give her i5k to spend for the
baby.

Mommy: why can’t we just give her the money and let her decide what she
wants to do with it cos baby showers are overrated?

Senior: nanko u Dr Phil ezasi moshela isinxilo sethu ♂

Mommy: oko undi lindele

-you have been waiting for me all along.

Me: Kodwa Tatu Jama mommy has a point.

Luyanda: she really does. Im going to bed ngok Hlalumi text me in the
morning what you guys have decided

Me: okay bhuti.

We continued speaking in the group chat until we all concluded that we

were going to donate 3, 5k each. 1, 5k is going to be used for the party and
2k is going to be given to her. The Jama family may be dysfunctional at
times but when one of us needs us, we will come through.

I overslept in the morning but when I woke up Kumie had a note attached
to his stomach from Daddy saying “I fed him don’t let him trick you into
thinking he never ate”. I laughed because I didn’t even know that uKumkani
did that trick. He was still sleeping since his father gave him a bath so I
took a bath, got dressed and then got him dressed. Lelethu called me.
Me: hey.

Her: hi sis how’s day 2 of maternity leave? Are you still coping?

Me: mntase… Thanks for checking up on me. I’m still coping.

She giggled.

Her: hay kalok mntase I know this is hard on you and I just want you to
know you have support.

Me: enkosi mntase. Are you at work?

Her: no ndise ndlini.

-I’m at home.

Me: let’s go out chomi please.

Her: okay what time?

Me: I’ll text you kalok I’m also gonna

Plan my bestie’s baby shower. So I need you to help me.

Her: okay sure ke sisi.

Me: alright bye for now.

Her: bye.

We hung up so I combed my natural hair and then tied it into a bun. I took a
selfie for my husband who put it on his WhatsApp status and his caption
was:

“onondenza ndi cheatele uMajama uzo fumana I 100k bantase izani

masbone who’s got what it takes”. -the one who can make me cheat on
Majama is going to get 100k come let’s see… Me: Luphelo sometimes…
I said as I shook my head and laughed as I texted him.

Me: Yinton lekaka uythethayo uzasi thakathisa.

-what bullshit are you talking about you are going to get us bewitched.

Luphelo: Soze kalok ndafumana ulevel 7 mna kwi physics ukuba ndike
ndathakatha kuyawuba tense eBhayi.

-never cos I got level 7 in Physics so if I would ever get into witchcraft it
would be tense in PE. Me: mxm let me just go Luphelo you’re crazy.
Luphelo: uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: endaweni zam.

-to my places.

Luphelo: ndizak Biza kwakhona. Uyaphi Hlalumi Jama?

-I’m going to ask you again.

My only wish was to get to hear him asking me that question instead of him
typing it. Me: like I said Luphelo Jama… Ezindaweni zam. Bye.
I sprayed on my sweet perfume, took my son who was looking at me with
his huge eyes.

Me: masambe Kumkani ka Mama.

I said as I took him, put on his hat and sun screen then we walked out.

I collected the money from every Jama family member including Mommy
and then I deposited the money into my old Nedbank student account.
Then I met up with Lelethu at Baywest mall where she helped me plan
everything about Sihle’s baby shower while we were at Spur. Kumkani
couldn’t stop eating. He wanted the marshmallows and cream of my
milkshake but I just gave him the cream. He wanted to eat the cheese of
my prawn steak. He wanted every single thing to the point where the
manager was so in love with him he offered to give him free ice cream but I
rejected cos he’s way too young for ice cream.

Lelethu: uzosela ke kule baby shower?

-are you going to drink at this baby shower?

Me: njani sahna in front of phambko Mazala?

-how in front of my mother in law?

Lelethu: yhu sokwenza njani keh ngoku?

-how are we going to do it?

Me: I’m not drinking kle weekend yand bona nangoku I’m drinking
milkshake.

Lelethu: hay don’t you dare bore me.

We laughed.

Me: I want to detox wethu and maybe I can be able to breastfeed again. I
miss breastfeeding my baby.

Lelethu: speaking of your baby… uJama wants to take uKing to brain

development classes when he’s 2 to train his left hemisphere of the brain
so he can be great kwi maths. He literally wants to turn uKing into a robot
uthi ndifuna umvusa ekseni ndimbuze “whats the square root of 1 000 000”
and King should know when he’s 4 ukuba its 1000. Now that idiot uReid
wants to take uKungawo to those classes and mna I’m not down to having
a robo baby sahna.

I laughed.
Me: what’s the harm in that? Our sons could be scientists, doctors etc.

Lelethu: but their dads are already great kwi maths so imagine if they
actually do this. They will be extra.

Me: and that’s okay cos it means school will be easy for them. Do you
know how painful it is to look at I university prospectus and realise you
were only like 9% away from being a doctor? Yes our husband’s are being
extra by wanting them to be robots but as parents we have all these
expectations for our kids academically but we never did the necessary
research to make sure our children grow up with the fundamental training
to make learning easy for them. Worse it’s not even expensive… Even
buying a

child puzzles, books, maths charts etc… we just rely on the schooling
system which is even more discouraging and competitive to teach our
children and they sink even further into depression.

Lelethu: I suppose you’re right. I will consider this mntase.

Me: okay mntase.

I said as I sipped my milkshake which Kumkani tried to take so I gave him a

spoon full of milkshake and cream. He was so happy.

After meeting with Lelethu, I went for my check up, brought lunch for my
man at work and then I went back home to spend time with Kumkani who
has a thing for my lips. Honestly it’s the greatest feeling in the world to
stare at the fruit of your womb, fertilised by the seed of the man you love.

Luphelo told me not to cook he was gonna buy pizza so I took a nap with
my son before my phone rang and woke me up.
Me: hello?

Her: hi am I speaking to Mrs Ncumolwethu Jama?

Me: yes.

I wiped my face of sweat.

Her: okay. My name is Fiona Swartz from Omega Constructions. I am

happy to let you know that you got the job you applied for as a Senior
Quantity Surveyor. I still need to get your current pay slip, dating back to 3
months but we are willing to offer you R45 000 right now. The rest of the
negotiations will be done once we received your pay slip.

I swallowed.

Me: but I’m on maternity leave right now.

Her: Oh… We need someone to start immediately Mrs Jama.

The tears fell from my eyes.

Me: when’s immediately? Tomorrow? Next week?

Her: latest next week.

Me: wait… I didn’t apply for a job there. Who… Applied for me?

Her: you didn’t?

Me: no.

Her: well here we have a “drop your CV” kind of system and your CV ended
up there. We can’t find out who sent it through I’m sorry. But we picked
you… So whether or not you’re taking it is up to you regardless. So we
need a response latest tomorrow at noon.

I wiped my tears.
Me: okay.

Her: alright then. Enjoy your day and please kiss the little one.

Me: will do. Bye.

Her: bye.

She hung up so I went to the bathroom to wipe my face.

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I wiped my face and then I went back to the bedroom. Kumkani was playing
with his toys by then, gently banging his stuffed centepede on the bed. I
sniffed before taking him and then putting him on my lap.

Me: enze njani uMama Tiyeka? Hm Ngcolosi?

-what must mommy do?

He pulled my bottom lip and that’s all that I got from my son. But what did I
expect? I put him back down and then contemplated calling my mother but
I already knew what she was going to say. Mommy was going to suggest
that I take that job and screw what Luphelo thinks because she doesn’t
understand the sacrifices that go into keeping a marriage alive. I tried to
think who might have taken my CV to Omega Constructions and why would
that person do that? I must have been so deep into my thinking that I lost
Track of time because Luphelo came back home. He came into the
bedroom and stood at the door.

Luphelo: baby? Abazali bam balapha so ndicela unxibe.

-my parents are here so please get dressed.

Me: okay.

He looked at me then he closed the door. I knew what he wanted but I

really wasn’t in the mood for it. But I knew that if I refuse he’s going to ask
me what is wrong and I wasn’t prepared to talk about it right now so the
best thing was for me to give it to him.

He kissed me whilst pulling my underwear down my thighs.

Me: Luphelo uKumkani –

Luphelo: akasi jonganga lomntu baby.

-this person is not looking at us.

He said before laying me down and then unzipping his pants. He pulled his
penis out and then he fucked me raw. I closed my eyes and allowed him to
deliver his strokes, get what he wants from me while I laid there like a wet
blanket. Waiting for it to end. All I was doing was trying to make sure that
Kumkani doesn’t roll over and see us. Yes, he’s still a baby and he won’t
remember anything but it was bad enough we were fucking on the same
bed he’s sleeping on. I couldn’t imagine him actually seeing it.
Luphelo finally came so he came inside me and then he kissed me. I didn’t
enjoy it. It was probably the nerves because Luphelo is used to making me
cum. When he doesn’t make me cum, he at least fucks me until I shiver.
But today, I didn’t feel it at all.

Luphelo: u Right?

Me: I’m fine.

I said as I got up and went to the en suite to take a quick rinse in the sink.
He stood next to the shower.

Luphelo: did I just force myself onto you?

He asked with so much remorse in his voice.

Me: No… I just have a lot on my mind sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: awu qhelanga ubanje Hlalumi even when you have a lot on your
mind. So please tell me… Did I force myself onto you?

-you aren’t used to being like this.

I exhaled.

Me: Jama…I didn’t want to but I didn’t mind doing it. If I minded… I would
have said so. Kukho umahluko.

-there’s a difference.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: Ndizoya downstairs ke.

Me: okay.

He walked out of the room and I sighed.

.
.

I went downstairs dressed in a doek, skirt & scarf around my waist. I don’t
understand tradition. This is MY house. So why should I have to dress
appropriately for my husband’s parents who are in MY house but he could
walk around in his boxers in front of my mother if he wanted to? When I
arrived downstairs, the whole family was there and not just his parents.
There was 4 boxes of large pizza on the table and 3 2l bottles of soda so I
didn’t need to offer them anything.

Me: molweni.

I said as I sat down.

Them: Molo Hlalumi.

Me: ninjani?

Them: si right wena?

Me: I’m okay.

Senior: so we called this meeting no mfazi because we all know umntana

wethu uSihle aka phangeli. She’s studying and she’s about to have a baby
soon. So we thought about Majama’s idea to put together money to give
her a baby shower and we realised it’s not enough. uSihle is married ngoku
and she’s relying on her husband… We can’t let that happen to our blood
because when men are the sole breadwinner they become arrogant and
entitled. So that’s why we decided that we should come together to give
uSihle money monthly until she can get a job. Lo Mali is going to be her
contribution to her family so that when her man says Rha yena uzothi Rhe.

We laughed.

Lusanda: I’m with that idea daddy.

Luyanda: sure Timer.

Senior: ewe so as the head of this family-

Luphelo: kutsho bani?

-who said so?

The Lu’s: Oooooooooh nanko!!!

Senior: yere wasi mosha uThixo ngonika lomntu imali.

-God ruined us by giving this person money.

Luphelo can be so childish when he’s with his family that he always
provokes them to get a reaction which leaves him laughing. Typical last
born tendencies.

Senior: anyway I was saying before ndiphazamiswe… Singo Jama thina.

We stick together no matter what so if you don’t want to contribute to this
then please get up and leave. We won’t hold it against you… Qha don’t
expect help when you need it from us.

Madlamini: ndicela ubuza ke mnake… Sizo yenza kude kuthini lento?

-can I ask… Until when are we going to do this?

Senior: until aphangele.

-she gets a job.

Madlamini: what if she doesn’t get a job?

Senior: kuyawu funeka simncedise awufumane.

-we will have to help her get it.

Madlamini: what about our personal interests Tatu Jama? We work hard for
imali yethu and to just give it away without a choice? And if we say no it will
make us look bad and not get assistance when we need it.
Senior: ayo threat Lena Madlamini. If awufuni unceda uSihle because it
conflicts with your personal interests then don’t expect the family to be
keen on helping you the day you need us. Ndinazi nonke financially
nimephi so I won’t expect the same contribution but some of you here
ninxiba iGucci belt, you drink Hennessey, you do all these expensive things
but do not consider what your blood is going through. So I’m not going to
hold a grudge against anyone who doesn’t want to contribute but
understand that life is not short. It’s long and you don’t know whose help
you will need in the long run. That’s it.

Luthando: so when must we start doing this?

Ma: hlambi next month? Upeya kwenu.

-maybe next month. When you get paid.

Senior: nipeya Ngeyiphi imini?

-which day do you get paid?

Lusanda & Luthando: 25th.

Mommy: 15th.

Luyanda & Madlamini: first.

Luphelo: sanuzulisa yi grant leyo.

We laughed and Luyanda gave his little brother a middle finger.

Me: 25th.

We looked at Luphelo.

Luphelo: hay kalok mna ndakwazi no peya nge 13th nje randomly.

The Lu’s: oooh nanko!

Lusanda: are you gonna die if you don’t flex?

Luphelo: ewe ndingane cardiac arrest.

-yes I would have..

Lusanda rolled her eyes.

Senior: so… Ndicela zeni buyele kum with how much you are willing to
contribute and then we take it from there.

Us: okay.

We changed the topic and then talked about lighter matters.

The family left at about 8 pm in the evening. So I tidied up after everyone

and then went to throw the boxes away. Luphelo has two personalities:
there’s Pabbles who always comes out when he’s with his siblings and is
childish and then there’s Luphelo the husband. Who doesn’t believe in
sweeping things under the rug. He firmly deals with whatever issues we
have and as much as I respect that, sometimes it feels like a curse more
than a blessing.

Luphelo: oko uthule Ncumo.

-you have been quiet all along.

Me: I just had a bad day.

Luphelo: can we talk about it?

Me: no.

He exhaled.
Luphelo: Ncumolwethu!

He banged on the kitchen counter. I have never been more scared of him
as I was at that moment in my whole life. My voice cracked.

Me: yintoni Luphelo?

-what?

Luphelo: andizo zenza I victim apha but ndikbuzile if I forced myself onto
you and you said no… Now you’re walking around not saying shit to me.
How do you expect me to feel about myself?

-I’m not going to make myself out to be the victim but I asked you-

Me: Luphelo if I didn’t want us to have sex we wouldn’t have. Sure I wasn’t
feeling it but you didn’t force yourself onto me!

Luphelo: ngoku Yinton inxaki Ncumo?

-then what is the problem?

He asked as the tears fell from his eyes and he wiped them.

Me: I got a job offer.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: a job offer? Bukhangela umsebenzi?

-were you looking for a job?

Me: no my CV somehow rocked up at Omega Constructions and they

called me and told me I’m hired as a Quantity Surveyor.

Luphelo: that’s the same post you are gonna get-

Me: yeah but they are offering to give me R15 000 more Luphelo. Khacinge
what that could do for me?
He exhaled.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam how the fuck did your CV end up phana? You
expect me to believe someone applied on your behalf for your dream job?
No… Hayi Maka Kumkani noko.

He still calls me sthandwa sam even when he’s angry at me.

Me: mntuwam believe me I have no fucking idea! I even told uFiona that I
didn’t apply and she said they have a “drop your CV” system so they can’t
tell who sent it in.

Luphelo: Yaz Yinton baby… I’m not buying this shit, okay? You wanted
more money it’s okay. You still have 4 months to reconsider.

He said as he turned around. I closed my eyes.

Me: bafuna idecision by tomorrow at noon. And for me to start latest next
week.

-they want a decision.

He turned back around and faced me then he scoffed.

Luphelo: what about our son?

Me: I can drop him off with your mom-

Luphelo: keep my mother out of this.

He said as he took his son and then he walked away. I could tell by the
direction he took that he wasn’t going to our bedroom. He was going to
sleep in a different one tonight.

.
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Insert 94

I love my family. There is nothing more in this world that I value more than
my family. But you don’t get applause for having a husband. You don’t get
applause for having children. You get applause for having your own power
and that’s what I want. I want to be a self made woman and not one that is
living underneath her husband’s shadow. And being at Jama Constructions
makes me feel that way. Even applying for that quantity surveyor job at
Jama Constructions made people look at me like I was wasting my time
because it was obvious that I was going to get the job since I’m sleeping
with the CEO. I feel like a little poodle next to a pit bull when I’m with
Luphelo. The difference between us is too much and I don’t like it. I walk
around with a target on my back every single day at Jama Constructions
and that’s why I wanted to leave. I don’t have friends. I have enemies there.
I spend my tea breaks in my office working because people are always
judging me, my outfit, my life etc because they think they know me. No one
even takes me nor my qualifications seriously there. They don’t see an
educated woman in me. All they see is Luphelo’s young wife who just
happened to graduate.

I washed the dishes in the kitchen and then I went to knock on the bedroom
Luphelo was going to sleep in tonight.
Luphelo: Yintoni?

-what?

Me: ndicela uthi good night ku Kumkani.

-can I please say good night to Kumkani.

Luphelo: okay.

I opened up the door and then went to fetch my son from the bed. He is
learning to roll over on his own now.

Me: good night mntaka Mama. I love you boy. Ndizokbona kusasa.

-I will see you in the morning.

I said before kissing him. I then turned to face Luphelo.

Me: Good night.

Luphelo: yeah.

Me: can we please not let this come between us?

Luphelo: take that job Hlalumi. If it’s what is going to make you happy. I will
eventually get over this mood but as for right now… Ndicela uphume if
ugqhibile.

-please get out if you’re done.

The tears welled up in the brim of my eyes. This really was serious.

Me: okay.

I walked out of the bedroom whilst crying and went to the kitchen in search
of sleeping tablets. I took 3 and then I went straight to bed.
.

I woke up early in the morning just in time to make Luphelo’s breakfast. I

made a bacon, cheese, egg, mayo and avocado wrap which was too good
to decline. He came to the kitchen and the scent was too much for him to
ignore.

Me: Molo Zikhali.

Luphelo: hi.

Me: I made breakfast.

Luphelo: I will grab something on my way to work.

Me: Luphelo ndicela ubuza what am I doing wrong?

Luphelo: awuyi boni?

-you don’t see it?

Me: No. Luphelo do you know what it’s like to work at Jama Constructions?
Ndiya hletywa Luphelo. People don’t take me seriously there. I am smart.
But I find myself having to defend myself to abantu who don’t have half the
knowledge I have ngoba they are clinging to the fact that I am your wife
and they can’t see past that. Everyone judges me there on a daily basis
and I don’t say anything to you cos I

told myself this is a family business but when I got that call I felt like
maybe… Just maybe I could be free and be able to start over in a company
where the men won’t be undermining me or the women won’t be eyeing my
husband.
Luphelo: Hlalumi you need to develop a thick skin. That shit happens
everywhere. Those women are jealous but at least you know you’re in
charge there. Uzofika uthini kwa Omega?

I scoffed.

Me: ndizo fika and be offered R15 000 more at least Luphelo.

Luphelo: why is money so God damn important to you Hlalumi? We have

everything-

Me: No Luphelo!! You have everything. I want my own shit. When I married
you and had uKumkani I knew that I still wanted to be me. Don’t you think I
also want to make my own 7 figures? Don’t you think I want my own shit
Luphelo? You asked me before you freed a murderer who almost ruined
our marriage if I don’t want to be a billionaire… And I do Luphelo so why
won’t you support me? Or must you be the billionaire and I have to just live
off your money like a little spoilt wife who always says “thank you baby”. No
Luphelo!! I refuse. I want to be my own woman and start my own shit one
day. I can’t do that while I’m still in your company.

Luphelo: fair enough Hlalumi but patience. You had PPD and that kept you
away from our son. Then you healed. Don’t you think you owe it to
uKumkani to take this maternity leave?

Me: I don’t owe uKumkani shit Luphelo. I gave birth to that baby. I’m the
one whose body experienced pain to make sure that he’s here. Everybody
is praising you for being a good Dad but Luphelo you never fell pregnant!
You never had an imbalance of hormones so loving him came naturally to
you as it would have to me if I didn’t go through that. But still… I
Persevered and here I am. I made sacrifices so I could take maternity leave
but I’m not gonna allow myself to lose out on opportunities because of a
baby we both made. It’s fucking unfair. If anyone should take a leave
between you and I… It’s you. Cos you can afford to work from home. You
earn in 7 figures right? You have 2 companies. So take a leave ke Jama.
Let me see you lose all your money for 4 months… For uKumkani since I’m
the terrible mother who loves money more than her family.

He exhaled.
Luphelo: I’m going to be late.

He said as he walked out. I was crying so much that I threw my mug and
the sound of it smashing against the tile soothed me.

I didn’t reply anyone’s calls all day. All that I did was to read Luphelo’s
message who told me I could take the job but honestly I was so pissed. I
wanted nothing to do with it anymore. Luphelo killed my desire to take it. So
I was going to stay at Jama Constructions and keep taking the abuse that
his employees were throwing at me. I was going to keep taking their
mockery. I was going to let the ladies try their luck with

him and hope they are never successful. I was going to let them Mommy
shame me. I was going to let it all happen… And hopefully by the time I’m
back from the maternity leave things will be different.

I received a call from Fiona. I answered.

Me: hello?

Fiona: Hi Mrs Jama. This is Fiona-

Me: I know. I’m not taking it.

Fiona: Mrs Jama is it the money? I told you we can negotiate-

Me: No its not the money. I’m just… Happy… Where I’m at right now.

Fiona: Mrs Jama at Omega Constructions we-

I hung up on her and then threw my phone on the bed and just cried in my
arms. I was so frustrated. I was a mess. A wreck. I hated being a wife. I
hated being a mom. I hated these one sided responsibilities that comes
with being a woman because Luphelo’s paternity leave was only 10 days
long but mine was costing me opportunities.

Lelethu called me and honestly this girl has too much airtime and time on
her hands to be calling me every day. I didn’t want to answer her so I
switched off my phone and then went to clean the house. It’s so big. And
here I was, cleaning it by myself since that’s what my life has now been
reduced to.

When Luphelo came home I had just made dinner so I dished up for myself
and sat on the couch in the living room. I was watching TV while eating and
he leaned down for a kiss but I stopped him.

Me: Yinton lento uyenzayo?

-what is this that you’re doing?

Luphelo: ndingam phuzi umfazi wam ngoku?

-shouldn’t I kiss my wife now?

Me: Luphelo!!

He felt that so he sat down on the couch closest to me.

Luphelo: Majama ndicela undi phakele? Andik nyanzeli ndiyaku cela.

-please dish up for me? I’m not forcing you I’m asking you.

Me: akhange ndik phekele.

-I didn’t cook for you.

Luphelo: ngoba?
-why?

Me: ngoba kalok mna ndisi sbhanxa sakho esivuke ekseni sizama
ucengana nawe kuze uzobona ukuba I don’t mean harm ngalento
ndiyenzayo but you didn’t appreciate what I was doing. Ndakwenzela I
breakfast and what did you do? You didn’t even show any appreciation
instead you made me feel like shit.

-because I’m your fool that woke up in the morning trying to beg you so you
could see That I don’t mean harm with what I’m doing..

Luphelo: Ndicela uxolo ke Hlalumi I realised how wrong and fucked up I

was and I told you to take the job-

Me: well I didn’t take it Luphelo. I gave up the one shot I had to be free of
the abuse I receive at your company but I would rather take the disrespect I
get at the Board meetings than to feel like I failed at the one thing that I
love most: wena no Kumkani. You hear how those men speak to me even
when you’re around what do you think it’s like when you’re gone? Do you
know that the only time I’m taken seriously at Board meetings is when you
are around-

Luphelo: Hlalumi-

Me: hay Luphelo. I’m tired. Ndifuna ulala but I couldn’t cos I had to watch
uKing and he’s been awake all day so ndi cela umjonge while I go to sleep.

Luphelo: ndicela simbeke kwi cot yakhe eroomini yethu then silale--can we
please put him in his cot in our room then we sleep-Me: no I think I like our
new sleeping arrangements. Good night.

I said as I took my plate to the kitchen and then put it in the microwave.
Then I went to bed with a glass of wine ngoba wow pain levels were on
hundred.

.
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Insert 95

When I woke up in the morning, I brushed my teeth and then I went

downstairs. It was Saturday so I was going to fetch Kumkani from his father
but in the kitchen I found his father making breakfast while his son was
strapped on his back. I opened the fridge.

Luphelo: baby Molo.

Me: Hi.

Luphelo: uzotya?

-are you going to eat?

I looked at him and exhaled. I was really angry but I was hungry and he
made pizza so I couldn’t say no to that.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: enkosi.
-thank you.

I went around to fetch my son from him whom I kissed. He blew spit
bubbles at me.

Me: unje ke xawu khunjulwa.

-you’re like this when you’re missed.

I put him on my hip.

Luphelo: Hlalumi ndicela sithethe-

-can we please talk-

Me: akhonto sinoy thetha ngoku Luphelo it’s done.

-there is nothing we can talk about now..

He exhaled and he dished up the fries and then took the pizza out of the
oven. He poured my juice and I thanked him for it before taking my food to
the living room with my son. He thought we were going to sit in the kitchen,
eat and have fun like we usually do but nah…he followed me to the living
room and sat down on the couch.

Luphelo: uhm Majama… uzo peya I 30k emsebenzini Kodwa I will give you
an extra 30k from my salary just to make up for lento ndiyenzileyo-

-you will earn 30k at work but… To make up for what I have done-Me: it’s
not about the money.

I said as I took a bite of my pizza.

Luphelo: I’m trying Ncumo-

Me: and I don’t need you to.

He exhaled and then became quiet. We ate in silence and then after eating
I went to take a bath.
.

Luphelo came into the bedroom when I was packing my clothes for the
weekend.

Luphelo: uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Me: uMama betshilo she wants me to visit her nge weekend you know this.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: are you seriously going to leave at a time like this?

Me: so I need to let this job go… And also let I weekend with my mother
go? Wow Jama.

I said as I took my bag and then carried it. He blocked my exit.

Me: Luphelo khasuke!!

-just move.

He took his phone and then he made a call on loudspeaker. Reid

answered.

Reid: Tata we King?

Luphelo: uphi?

-where are you?

Reid: espan huzet?

-at work why?

Luphelo: khanike uJoe I phone.

-give Joe the phone.

Reid: okay.

He went to give Joe the phone.

Joe: hay hay andi thethi nabantu abakhuphe uMandla mna.

-no I don’t talk to people who got Mandla off.

Luphelo: jonga ndawu kwenza I appeal mna kususwe kwalo probation

yakhe so ingathi ngewu mamela.

-look I will make an appeal to have his probation removed so maybe you
should listen.

He exhaled.

Joe: uthini Ta Jama?

-what are you saying..

Luphelo: let’s swop employees. I take your wife to be my business

administrator… And I will give you my wife to be your quantity surveyor or
financial planner.

Joe: yey ndivile ke ngale way yakho kuthiwa I clever iyanya. Inoba unyana
wenu se accept’iwe nase Rhodes ngoku.

-I heard about that thing of yours they say she’s fucking clever. Maybe your
son has already been accepted at Rhodes.

That was quite funny.

Joe: akho smoko Ta Jama qha umenzile umnqundu kula case ka Mandla
yere.
-no problem Ta Jay but you really fucked up on that Mandla case.

He hung up because he was getting annoyed by this Joe and his obsession
with Mandla being found not guilty. Luphelo bit his lip and then he looked at
me.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam… Ndiyazama. Ndicela ubeke ibag phantsi

sithethe.

-I’m trying. Please put your bag down and let us talk.

He said as he took my bag out of my hand.

Me: Luphelo I really promised my mother I would go to her house… Please

let me go.

He sniffed.

Luphelo: okay.

I took Kumkani and walked out.

°° Patricia’s perspective °°

I was excited all week for my daughter to come back home to spend a
weekend with me but that’s not the version of her I expected to see. She
was melancholy and she told me why. And honestly I felt for her because
Ncumolwethu has always had big dreams ever since she was in primary
school. She always wanted to be successful hence she spent most of her
time studying and as unhealthy as it was. As a mother I was happy that that
was how she chose to spend her days instead of being locked up with a
boy, getting pregnant. But now she had to put her dreams on hold for her
family and as much as I understood where she was coming from, women
are the ones who are expected to stay at home and raise the baby while
the men work. But how do you explain that to a feminist who believes that
both sexes should be held equally liable for their children?

She decided to go to sleep so I called Louisa while looking after Kumie.

Her: Mntase?

Me: andisena stress.

-I have so much stress.

Her: why sisi?

Me: abantwana bethu abavani Louisa.

-our children aren’t getting along.

Her: Oh hay ngoba?

-why?

Me: Hlalumi got a job offer but then she’s on maternity leave so uLuphelo
didn’t like that she’s Going to leave uKumkani. So she ended up declining
now she’s heartbroken.

Her: hehay keh ngoku Luphelo how can he expect her to leave a job offer
over I maternity leave? Khame ndomo phula amathambo-

-let me go break his bones-

Me: ha.a Hlalumi uzoqumba akafuni sizi ngene indaba zakhe no mnyeni
wakhe.

-will be mad she doesn’t want us to be involved in her and her husband’s
matters.

She giggled.
Her: sena stress ke ngok Pat but uzo Charm’wa ngok axole ngok Mos
yena.

-I’m so stressed Pat but she’s going to be charmed right now and be
content.

I laughed.

Me: kuzothiwa “Majama khandiphe impundu” bengathi akhange balwe

mntaka bawo sishiyeke thina siqumbe sodwa.

She laughed hysterically.

Her: ewe but thina let’s be on standby yabo… Cos our children cannot fight
kalok yhu.

Me: ewe sisi.

We continued speaking until we hung up.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

Lelethu called me again so I picked up.

Me: hey.

Lelethu: wow you haven’t been answering my calls.

Me: abantu ba busy Lelethu.

-people are busy.

She scoffed.
Lelethu: wow… Okay Hlalumi.

Me: look I’m sorry I’m just not okay. I don’t wanna talk about it though.

Lelethu: okay. Bye then.

Me: No Lelethu wait… I’m sorry I was so mean to you.

Lelethu: it’s okay chomi text me xawu right okay? Since you don’t want to
talk.

Me: okay babes.

Lelethu: sharp ke. Bye.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then I got dressed. I took my CV and then went out to the
living room.

Mommy: uyaphi angel face?

-where are you going?

Me: I have no idea Mama I just need to think.

Mommy: uphonile umnyeni wakho wathi uyakthanda.

-your husband called and said he loves you.

Me: mxelele nam ndiyamthanda.

-tell him I also love him.

I said as I took my son then I walked out to my car. I climbed in and then I
drove to Omega Constructions. I wanted to see how this system of theirs
works so I parked my car in their outside parking bay and then walked to
the gate leaving Kumie in his baby seat and covered the wind screen to
block the sun. The security guard whistled when he saw me.
Him: yoooooh hay Beyoncé!! Awusemhle sisi. Ndicela I number yakho.

-you are so beautiful sis. Can I please have your number.

Me: hay xolo bhuti ndi Tshatile. Ndifuna ubona ezi CV zibekwaphi apha.

-no sorry brother I’m married. I want to see where you put these CVs.

Him: heh hay sisi ndicela ukwazi mahn.

-can I please know you..

Me: mnyeni wam wenza iMMA ke. Ngu Brock Lesnar.

-my husband does MMA.

He laughed.

Him: uthi intozi yenza I Suplex.

Me: hay jonga… Unika umntu I brain injury zintozi ncane kuye.

-giving a person a brain injury is something small to him.

He laughed.

Him: yhuuu hay xolo Beyoncé.

I laughed.

Me: so… Where must I put this CV?

He took it and then looked at it.

Him: hay mahn sisi I have seen le CV before njena. Line butterfly kwi cover
page. You can’t apply twice. -I have seen this CV before. The one with a
butterfly on the cover page Me: uybone kubani?

-who did you see it from?

Him: I can’t tell you kalok sisi-

Me: I will give you my number ke.

Him: yisapha kuqhala.

-give it first.

I Exhaled before giving him Luphelo’s number. He took it and then he

checked Luphelo’s WhatsApp but luckily I was Luphelo’s profile picture so
he smiled.

Him: I will check the footage ngomso and then let you know on WhatsApp
first thing.

Me: promise?

Him: sho Beyoncé asoze ndi dlale ngawe sweetheart. Mna nawe si
dangerously in love kalok ugcwele.

-I will never play with you. You and I are dangerously in love you know.

I laughed.

Me: okay. What’s your name?

Him: Siphelo.

Me: you’re a prefix away from being annoying. Anyway thanks for your
help… I will wait for your response.

Him: sure Queen B.

I turned around and he lost his shit when he saw my booty.

Him: yhoo hay jonga inoba ugym’a nge ndutsu zakho uBrock.

-Brock probably gyms with your buttcheeks.

I rolled my eyes. Faked a laugh before getting back to my car.

I was on the couch, cuddling with Mommy and watching a movie when
Luphelo texted me. Him and I had been texting back and forth since he
would constantly check up on uKumkani but that is just about it. We never
really spoke about us.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam ndi fumene I message from umntu endi xelela zi
sexy indutsu zam.

-my love I just got a message from someone telling me my ass is sexy.

I held in my laughter.

Me: it’s some guy I met and he asked for my number so I gave him yours.

Luphelo: okay. I’m outside.

Me: right now?

Luphelo: ewe ndicela ugoduke Hlalumi.

-please come home.

Me: I want to but it’s unfair on Mommy ngoba she was looking forward to
this all week.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: but ndizo phuma ndizok bona. Let me get dressed.

-I’m going to come out to see you.

Luphelo: I’m still your husband. Iza unjalo.

-come as you are.

A tingle went down my spine. I blue ticked because I didn’t know how to
respond so I got up from the couch.

Mommy: uyaphi Hlalumi unxibe njalo?

-where are you going dressed like that?

Me: heh hay Mama… uTaka Kumkani u phandle.

-Kumkani’s dad is outside.

Mommy: mnk.

Was all she could say so I tied my gown and then went out to Luphelo’s
car.

I sat on the passenger seat and faced forward. He looks even better when
we aren’t getting along. He was dressed in a black Versace plain shirt and
left the first two buttons open, tight black leather pants and black
Balenciaga Italian shoes. He looked like a classy Skrr Skrr I don’t know
how the fuck he managed to pull it off. And he had a black cap on and then
that watch on those hairy arms… It felt like I was breathing through a staw
and he smelt so good. Goodness.

Luphelo: uqale nini unxiba xawu siza kum ngok wena?

-when did you start dressing when you come to me?

Me: uxolo.

-I’m sorry.
Luphelo: ndikthengele I Ciroc.

-I bought you Ciroc.

I bit my lip to cover my smile.

Me: enkosi.

-thank you.

Luphelo: okay.. Hlalumi marriage isn’t easy. But I would prefer to go

through such days with you… Than to be happily dating someone else.

Me: hehake Luther Vandross.

He laughed and I smiled whilst looking down.

Me: me too.

I mumbled as I looked out of the window.

Me: Luphelo?

Luphelo: Ncumo?

Me: can we try talking it out… Step by step? So we can understand where
we went wrong? Cos this hurts. And I know we would never be selfish
towards each other.

Luphelo: yeah… We can do that.

I exhaled.

Me: I don’t like being under your shadow. It’s like nothing I do will ever
deserve the necessary respect because when I got my own Benz abantu
said I can afford it cos it’s the only bill I have cos everything else is taken
care of by you. They are even doubting whether I really bought it or it was
another gift from my husband. That’s why I’m so determined to be
successful and do my own thing. It’s not that I don’t care about wena no
Kumkani. I just want to be my own person.

Luphelo: I hear you.

Me: Do you really?

Luphelo: yes… I really do. I won’t forget that.

Me: okay. Your turn.

Luphelo: I don’t like the fact that you didn’t tell me you were looking for
another job.

Me: I didn’t Tiyeka. Today I went to Omega Constructions to try to figure it

out… That guy who said I have a sexy ass is the security guard and he’s
going to try to figure out who sent my CV in.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I’m sorry I blamed you. I thought you did it yourself.

Me: it’s okay. I would think so too if I was in your shoes.. But uhm… I also
don’t like how you discarded the fact that I was willing to take maternity
leave until this job happened. They are the ones who were going to force
me to start working asap. Haven’t I proven myself to you that I’m willing to
stay at home for him? But it’s really unfair for me to have to compromise
my dreams just because I don’t have as much money as you do.

Luphelo: you have proven yourself baby but it happened way too fast for
me to process it. That you’re actually doing this maternity leave thing…
Hlalumi you’re a business minded machine…the only woman in this world
to ever challenge me in anything. I’m proud to have a wife who won’t
submit but kha submit’e mnqundu wakho Yhooo.

-just submit you ass.

He said out of frustration and I laughed hysterically. He put his head on the
steering wheel and that’s when I realised that Luphelo was exhausted of
the power struggle between us. He just wanted us to find a way to co exist.
Me: I can’t do that Luphelo… But what I will do is give into what uKumkani
needs and he needs his mom around.

Luphelo: Hlalumi… I’m only mad about this because you’re my greatest
asset. There is no one in that company that brings to the table what you
bring and I can’t afford to lose you. That’s why I’m pissed so please… Don’t
leave, okay? As for those dicks kla boardroom I will deal with them. The
ladies bona they are just jealous because they have never seen a woman
who has a wealthy man but still has her own dreams. They don’t
understand it. I fucked most of them Kakade and couldn’t even call them
the next day but you… You made me get married so I’m sorry for what I
did. It was unfair to expect you to be liable for a baby we both made. I’m
sorry.

I was shedding slow tears because this really took its toll on me.

Me: I’m sorry for making you feel like our family comes second to my
dreams.

Luphelo: okay Sthandwa sam. Now can you please kiss me?

I smiled before pecking his lips but he used his arms to bring me over to
him so I straddled his lap as we made out on the driver’s seat. My mother
came and knocked on the window on Luphelo’s side so I climbed off him
and he opened the door. Then he climbed out as a sign of respect.

Luphelo: Molo Sis Pat.

Mommy: I hope you aren’t going to ruin ixesha lam no Hlalumi ke. She
promised to sleep over.

Luphelo: Sis Pat kanti imali yam ye Lobola yayi batalele ntoni kanye
kanye?

-what did my Lobola money actually pay for?

Mommy: Ooooooh so we’re going there now?

Luphelo: ewe Masiye Pat cos mna ndizo godola ngok Kodwa ndibatele.

-yes let’s go Pat because I’m going to be cold although I paid.

Mommy: hay mahn Luphelo I made an appointment for my own daughter

and we agreed. You knew in advance she’s coming so sudika tshonge
perfume yase Traduna mall.

-with your perfume from Traduna Mall.

Luphelo: yi cologne.

-it’s cologne.

Mommy: tsek lonto iyiyo. Hlalumi… Correction Ncumo masambe mntanam.

-let’s go my child.

I laughed as I climbed out of his car because mommy wasn’t going to

leave. I know her. She was even holding my hand.

Me: Mama can I at least say goodbye.

Mommy: make it quick.

Luphelo: azange ndaybona ke Lena.

-I have never seen this.

He said as we all laughed. He hugged me and then he pecked my lips.

Luphelo: I love you.

Me: I love you too.

Luphelo: Iza Pat nawe suqina.

Mommy: Haska.

Luphelo: ndakcela.
-please.

Luphelo is so charming that he charmed my own mother into giving him a

hug then he kissed her forehead.

Luphelo: By 6 am ube sewuse ndlini wena.

-by 6 am you should already be at home.

I laughed. Me: okay.

He said his final good byes before driving away.

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.
I walked into the house with Mommy and then went to check on my son. He
was still sleeping so I went to the living room. I was so horny. Have you
ever been so horny that you become deaf?

Mommy: Ncumolwethu!!

Me: yhu Ma Yinton?

-what?

Mommy: kunini ndiku Biza? Ndithi kuwe umntana wase next door uthenge I
Spark esi bomvu ngenxa I Benz yakho ibomvu.

-how long have I been calling you? I’m telling you that the child from next
door bought a red Spark because your Benz is red.

Me: uyazi phambanisa.

-she’s driving herself crazy.

Mommy: yambo? Akacingi afike kowam umntana kalok.

-can you see her? She will never get to my child.

She beamed.

Me: heh hay Dr Sifora you need to see a psychologist nawe.

Mommy: your marriage needs a psychologist.

Me: oksalayo nditshatile. Wena? Umtshato wakho yi fani ka Jhene.

-at least I’m married. You? Your marriage is Jhene’s surname.

Mommy: Aiko?

We burst out laughing.

Mommy: ptsek tshongo mtshato o toxic.

-piss off with your toxic marriage.

Me: rhaa. My marriage? Toxic. We call it ups and downs babes.

Mommy: Luphelo bezothi “hehake elevator”.

-Luphelo was going to say..

We laughed.

Me: mommy do you really think our marriage is toxic?

Mommy: no it was a joke angel face. Umhle umtshato wenu.

-your marriage is beautiful.

I smiled.

Me: Soooo Mama?! Ndicela uya emntwini wam ke?

-can I please go to my person then?

Mommy: hay Ncumo you promised to spend time with me..

Me: I know but mommy please… Umbonile nawe umhle njan and he’s
obviously not going straight home tonight. Ndokwenza I damage control
mna before amacherrie ase Bhayi abe busy nomntu wam.

-you saw how handsome he is.. I’m going to do damage control before
women from PE become busy with my man.

Mommy: mnk hamba.

-go.

Me: thanks mommy. Please keep an eye on my baby.

Mommy: andina choice.

-I don’t have a choice.

She sulked as I kissed her. I went to my bedroom, kissed my son goodbye
and then I walked out.

I drove back to my house and then changed into different clothes. I wore
my black lacy body suit with black pants and my black pointed see through
heels which I bought from Zara. I wore my curly wig, wore my make up and
then I put on some perfume. I looked amazing so I tracked Luphelo’s
location and he was at The Black Impala so I called Lethu. She answered.

Lethu: Mfazi we Finisher?

Me: babes umnyeni wam ulapho?

-is my husband there?

Lethu: yep u busy apha ufaka utywala kwi formula ka Kumkani basela yona
namadoda apha.

-yes he’s busy putting alcohol in Kumkani’s formula him and the men are
drinking it here.

I burst out in laughter.

Me: oh uTaka Kumkani bawo. Okay… I’m coming qha don’t tell him that I’m
on my way.

Lethu: okay sis.

Me: sure.

We hung up and then I drove to the Black Impala. When I arrived there,
Luphelo was sitting with 6 of his friends… All of them brought their
spouses. But yena he was sitting next to some girl and they were
talking. Looking like they had important matters to discuss because he was
leaning towards her when he spoke and I took a deep breath before
walking over to their table.

Xolani: yho yho yho ngubani lona?

-who is this?

His mouth hung open and that’s when everyone looked at me. Luphelo’s
eyes blinked twice before he could recognize me.

Luphelo: lona ngu Miss Independent wam madoda.

Them: Tsiiii.

Luphelo: Istharara sam esqhuba iMercedes madoda.

Them: Tsiii.

Luphelo: iMbali yam endilalisa kamnandi ebusuku.

-my flower that makes me sleep well at night.

Them: Tsiii.

Me: No guys I can’t…

I said as I blushed and covered my eyes and they all giggled at the fact that
I was turning pink. The found it cute. My man got up and gave me a hug
then he kissed my forehead.

Me: Luphelo sometimes…warn me.

He laughed.

Luphelo: okay Mamakhe. Ciroc yakho ikwi X6 and ndiy shiye endlini ndaza
ngo Reid so ndik thengele enye.
-your Ciroc is in the X6 and I left it at home and came with Reid so should I
buy you another one?

Me: yes since wena unxila nge formula ka Kumkani.

-since you’re drinking with Kumkani’s formula.

Luphelo: hay baby ndithethile no mntanam wathi ndingay thatha.

-I spoke to my child and he said I could take it.

I giggled. He’s such a liar.

Luphelo: I’m glad you’re here mntuwam. I don’t like not talking to you.

He confessed.

Me: before we get all emotional… Ngubani lowa buhleli naye?

-who is that you were sitting with?

Luphelo: ngu Qhama but relax I’m not fucking her or anything like that. I
just didn’t want to look like a third wheel apha.

Me: ubondi phonela.

-you should call me.

I said as I went to the bar to order alcohol.

I bought food as well. Steam bread and ox liver which my husband loves.
So we went back and this Qhama girl was not prepared to give me space
so I had to sit on top of Luphelo who was so horny. I ate whilst texting
mommy and asking her for updates on Kumkani while uLuphelo kept
drinking his “Milky Martin” which is a mixture of Remy Martin and Nestlé
Nan Stage 1 Starter Infant formula.

Reid: This one is for Kumkani Jama for agreeing to give us his formula
kuze sizoy nxila.

-so we could drink it.

Them: To King J.

Athi: uYour Highness.

I shook my head as they toasted with my sons formula.

Me: ayidhuru bawo.

-it’s so expensive lord.

I mumbled as they laughed.

We spoke until Mampintsha and Babes Wodumo’s ‘Mercedes’ went on.

Me: haike haike.

I said before pulling my husband and then we went to the dance floor and
danced. Honestly I had the best time of my life dancing with him and
twerking, grinding against his penis. We were so in love with each other…
Maybe alcohol had something to do with it but ultimately it was bringing out
the love we already have for one another.

He pulled me closer to him with my waist and then he tongue kissed me on

the dance floor. And usually I’m the one who is conscious about our
environment but this time I didn’t care. I just wrapped my arms around my
husband’s neck and kissed him with my cup in my hand.

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.

We left the dance floor to tell everyone that we were going home. They
weren’t happy about that but it was late and we wanted to fetch Kumie so I
drove to Mommy’s house while my husband kept telling his overly spiced
stories. They are Hella funny though. I then went to knock on the door and
mommy opened the door.

Mommy: ubuyile?

-you’re back?

She smiled.

Me: no Mama I came to fetch u mntanam.

Mommy: hehay Hlalumi… Why?

Me: mommy I’m sorry we argued kle weekend no Luphelo but I really need
to go home and be with them. I will make it up to you I promise.

Mommy: okay but are you fit to drive no King?

Me: yes. I wouldn’t endanger my own baby Mama.

Mommy: okay.

She opened the burglar door so I went to fetch my son and all of his stuff
and then I took him to the car where his father took him. We then said our
goodbyes to Mommy and drove home with our baby.

We arrived at home and by then Kumkani was already up and he was

crying. I didn’t know what he was crying about but his father and I stayed
up for about 30 minutes trying to calm him down. All to find out he was
constipated.

Luphelo: masimnike I stameta.

-let’s give him some stameta.

I laughed.

Me: dumbest idea ever Jama. No… Masicinge enye into.

-let’s think of something else.

Luphelo: syringe.

Me: Luphelo hayi. Something else.

Luphelo: sunlight?

Me: okay you’re drunk. Go to bed mntuwam.

I kissed his forehead and he kissed my lips.

Luphelo: Kodwa mntuwam… Fruits helps with constipation so if we give

him fruit he will be okay. Like berries..

Me: he cant eat solids kalok Tiyeka… But we have juice. He can drink juice
right?

Luphelo: I suppose… Yeah.

Me: baby let’s do this together kuze if he falls sick it can be our doing.

He laughed.

Luphelo: okay Masiye.

We walked downstairs and then we gave our son some mixed berries juice
and he loved it. We gave him just enough and then we put him on the bed
naked and just watched his butt to see if he’s going to shit.
Luphelo: indutsu ezi sexy. Heh abantu bakho Hlalumi.

-a sexy ass. Hlalumi your

People.

He laughed. He’s such a mood when he’s drunk.

Me: uzuthi “abantu bakho” even when I know who did this.

Luphelo: I don’t even care anymore Hlalumi. Its clearly a set up someone
wants to fuck with our marriage… Again… Cos they know how business is
important to us. But somehow whenever we go through such bullshit we
come out knowing each other more… And loving each other more. So I’m
good.

Me: I get that Kodwa ke Luphelo… I need an explanation from whoever did
this. I can’t just let this shit go.

I said as Kumkani finally was able to pass his stool onto the towel we had
put for him so once he was done. We washed him to make it easier for him
to fall asleep, gave him a body massage and then he was out like a candle
flame.

I was truly exhausted by the time Kumkani was asleep but Luphelo wasn’t
exhausted at all. He was only getting started. We put Kumie in front of me
since I like cuddling with his potbelly. His tiny body brings me peace. So I
kissed my sons head and then closed my eyes. Luphelo pressed his
manhood against my butt cheeks. He was horny.

Luphelo: mamekhaya?

Me: mhm tatekhaya?

Luphelo: ndicela udlale indima yakho.

-please play your role.

Me: ithini indima yam?

-what’s my role?

Luphelo: suqhosha ntombentle Uyayazi ndifuna ntoni.

-don’t be shy beautiful girl you know what I want.

Me: hlambi ungandi Khumbuza ngoyi khomba lento uyifunayo kalok soka
lam..

-maybe you can remind me by pointing at what you want my boyfriend.

Luphelo: mna ke ntomb’yam ndingu Zikhali, uTiyeka, uJojo, uButsolo

bentonga… Ngoku xandi khomba mna ndi khomba nge ntonga.

-I, my girlfriend am…. So when I point I point with my stick.

Me: ungenza ngalendlela ubona ngayo Ngcolosi ngowakho lomhlaba.

-you can do the way you see fit because this is your land.

Luphelo: haike ntombi Endi ncumisana nayo yase Macetheni… Iza ndi
xhentse kumhlaba wam.

-well then, my girlfriend from the Cethe clan… Let me dance on my land.

He was being so romantic that I didn’t want him to stop but at some point
he was going to have to get what he wants. So I turned around and faced
him before kissing him. We then went on to have one of the most beautiful
sexual intercourse we have ever engaged in.

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Insert 97

I was still curious to know who dropped my CV off at Omega Constructions

so I took Luphelo’s phone from under his pillow and then I took his finger
and unlocked it while he slept. I went to his WhatsApp and then went
straight to Siphelo’s contact.

Siphelo:

Hi bbe. Ndutsu ezsexy.

Beyonce.

Hee ynd blue tika nba hlel nala kaka Brock.

Mxelel and moyik.

Snke sinaw manqind.

I almost bit my tongue from the irritation of how he was typing. That irritates
me. No wonder Luphelo didn’t even reply to his texts. But I needed him so I
got up and then I went to my closet and called him when I was inside.

Siphelo: aww Queen B.

Me: Hi. Uyifumene la footage?

-did you get that footage?

Siphelo: kalok Queen B bi down I system Izolo namhlanje andingeni. Lento

ndizay fumana ngomso kusasa subana worry.

-the system was down yesterday and today I’m not going in. I will get this
tomorrow morning don’t worry.

Me: oh okay. I will call you ngomso ke.

Siphelo: okay. Why undi blue tick’a nje?

-Why are you blue ticking me?

Me: yamaz uBrock kalok u yalinda so… Bundi textela Ngama xesha ama
wrongo nawe.

-you know Brock keeps tabs so… You were texting me at the wrong times.

Siphelo: okay. Kodwa wenzani wena ngoku?

-but what are you doing now?

Luphelo wrapped his arms around me and then he kissed my temple.

Me: uhm jonga ndizo buyela kuwe Ku WhatsApp vha can’t talk. Bye.

-look I will get back to you on WhatsApp.

I hung up and then put my man’s phone down on my chest of drawers in

the center of my closet. I was holding onto it for support as Luphelo planted
small, arousing kisses on my back. I arched it and pulled out my ass for
him because I knew what he wanted. He lifted up the only piece of clothing
I had, his t-shirt and then he fucked me doggy style. I moaned as he ran his
fingers through my natural hair with one hand and then used the other to
control my body. I know that he likes the look of a female booty so every
time his body collided with my butt cheeks I made sure to exaggerate the
bounce and that fucks with him. He finally came so he came into my little
gold dustbin in the corner before coming back to me. No pun intended.

Luphelo: Molo Majama..

I smiled.

Me: so uqhala ufake inkunzi esibayeni so gqhiba ubulise mva.

-so you first fuck me and then you say hello afterwards.

He laughed.

Luphelo: subano chuku Ntikazi.

I gave him his phone back.

Luphelo: uyivule njani?

-how did you unlock it?

Me: ndisebenzise umnwe wakho kuze ubulele..

- I used your finger when you were sleeping. Luphelo: okay. Ubuthetha
nalamntu wase Omega? -where you talking to that person from Omega?

Me: yeah he says he will know by tomorrow.

Luphelo: okay. Baby uJoe texted me about the exchange… Do you still
wanna go through with it?

Me: you don’t want me to change nje baby.

Luphelo: no fuck me right now… What do you want?

I exhaled.

Me: ndizo hlala.

-I will stay.

He smiled.

Luphelo: ndiyakthanda. Umamele?

-I love you. Are you listening?

I love it when Luphelo speaks our language. His entire delivery changes
when he speaks in isiXhosa.

Me: I love you too.

We kissed but it was broken up by the sound of Kumkani crying.

We fed our baby and then we took a bath with him. He likes water. It’s the
best thing in the world to him so Luphelo always gives him little dips in the
water which make him laugh. We put his plastic toys in the bathtub with us
and he enjoys that. He’s at the point now where he even cries for certain
toys when taken away from him and is able to cling to toys now. He’s even
got a favorite toy and it’s one that I picked for him. It’s a plastic Stallion.
After we got out of the shower, I picked out his outfit for today while Daddy
lotioned his son and put on his diaper. I sprayed a bit of baby cologne from
Clicks and then dressed him in a sky blue tracksuit with his tiny Air Forces.
He was so cute.

Me: heeeeeh wena mntaka Phelo. Heeeeeh wena mntaka Finisher. Heh
baby? Heeeeeh wena mntana we crush yam. Heh?

I said as I lifted him up and affectionately shook him. He laughed so I took

him and then kissed his tiny lips while he held onto the side of my cheeks.

My phone rang while I was playing with my son.

Me: Jama ndicela uphendule I phone yam.

-please answer my phone.

He took my phone and then he answered.

Luphelo: thetha phambkoba libole I apile.

-talk before the Apple rots.

Me: wow.

I said as I rolled my eyes. Luphelo just can’t let a call end without letting the
other person on the line know that he’s using an iPhone. Luphelo is what
we Xhosa’s call “umXhosa xhwa”. And that means that a person is Xhosa
through and through, money will not change their tendencies because he
should be used to all of these things but he gets excited over everything
like it’s his first.

The call didn’t even last long before Luphelo took the phone away from his
ear and then looked at the screen.

Me: ngubani?

-who is it?
Luphelo: andimazi.

-I don’t know.

He gave me my phone so I checked the number. It was Ovayo’s and I still

remembered so I texted him back. He replied with “please meet me at my
house I need to talk to you”. I exhaled before getting dressed and then sat
on the bed when I was done.

Me: baby can I leave?

Luphelo: yeah zobuya nini?

-when are you going to come home?

Me: maybe at 4.

Luphelo: okay. Shiya uKumkani mna namadoda sizosa abantwana bethu

kwa Spur. Cos my squad has responsible black husbands and fathers.

-leave Kumkani cos myself and the men are going to take our children to
Spur.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: inincedile into yonxila nge formula Mos Izolo. But what is your son
gonna eat?

-drinking with a formula really helped you guys yesterday.

Luphelo: kalok nzamnika I yoghurt… Just a bit.

-I will give him yoghurt.

Me: baby please be careful with our baby.

Luphelo: I will Mamakhe phola.

I exhaled before kissing him..

Luphelo: you’re beautiful.

Me: thank you baby.

He gave me his phone.

Luphelo: le security guard yase Omega oko iphone’a apha so take my

phone with you. And mxelele makayeke I drama he’s a security guard not
ijoni makasuse I bomb le ikwi DP.

-this security guard from Omega has been calling all along… And tell him to
quit the drama he’s a security guard not a soldier so he must remove the
bomb on his DP.

I laughed because I also thought the bomb was overly dramatic. I said my
goodbyes to my boys and then I walked out.

I drove to Ovayo’s place and then I knocked on the door. His sister opened
and she didn’t look too pleased to see me.

Her: uzothini apha ekubeni ubumshiyile uOvayo?

-what are you doing here when you left Ovayo?

I exhaled.

Me: I thought you’d be happy you didn’t like me kakade busithi ndizenza
better so why are you so touched all of a sudden?

Her: No I’m not touched qha I don’t understand what you are doing here.
Shouldn’t you be with your husband? And your baby? Instead of being here
with my brother.
Me: your brother needs better communication skills ke. Cos he called me
apha.

Her: Mxm. Ovayo une flat ngoku. So jikela.

-Ovayo has a flat now. So go around.

I nodded. Her: Ncumo?

I looked at her.

Her: you look way better… Now… Without my brother. Congratulations on

everything.

Me: enkosi.

I said politely as I walked around to Ovayo’s flat. I knocked on the door and
he opened. He had a girl inside. She’s Thobeka and she lives two blocks
away from his house. I always knew she had real love for him but he just
couldn’t see it no matter how many times I tried to show him.

Thobeka: Ovayo what the fuck is this? Are you still with her?

Ovayo: hayi baby she’s just visiting-

Thobeka: I don’t believe a word you’re saying Ovayo you two will always
have a thing for each other.

She said as she packed her bag. I suppose she slept over.

Ovayo: Ncumolwethu thetha fondin!

-talk!

Me: hay Thobeka nditshatile okay I’m… Not here to ruin your relationship
we just want to talk.

Thobeka: so married women can’t cheat? Inoba nicimba ndisi sbhanxa

mna.
-you probably think I’m a fool.

Me: hehake Thobeka

I don’t want him I promise. We can even talk in your presence ke-

Ovayo: no we will not do that. Thobeka utshate no Ta Jay lomntu.

-she’s married to Ta Jay.

She scoffed.

Thobeka: Lowe BM?

-the one of the BM?

He nodded cheekily. All of a sudden she calmed down as if she knew I

wouldn’t cheat on Luphelo with Ovayo.

Thobeka: oh… Xolo Ncumo mntase I didn’t know.

Me: it’s fine mntase.

Thobeka: I will wait inside the house ke..

Me: yeah…

I faked a smile before she walked out and then Ovayo and I exhaled and
sat down. He offered me my Mama’s Chilly Russians from Boxer and I
couldn’t say no to that so we ate.

Ovayo: eh Majama… Ndicela uthethe no Ta Jay torho… I need a job. This

job hunting shit is so hard although you have a degree.

-please talk to Ta Jay.

I exhaled.

Me: ha.a Ovayo I’m not getting involved.

Ovayo: please Hlalumi. I need a job and I was getting good money eJama
Constructions until I fucked it up.

Me: besides Ovayo he created that position specifically for you because he
didn’t feel good about dating your girlfriend. He just wouldn’t say it but
ndamazi uLuphelo he’s sensitive like that so you fucked with his sympathy
now he needs to ask himself whether he needs your qualifications or not…
And to be honest he doesn’t.

Ovayo: I will babysit uKing Jama ke.

I laughed hysterically and so did he.

Me: hay hay…

Ovayo: please Hlalumi.

Me: jonga Ovayo… Go to uLuphelo.. Be a man about it… Don’t show

intimidation but do own up to your bullshit. And cry… He will forgive you.

He scoffed before sipping his juice. But that’s the lesson our boyfriends
need to learn. Mistreat us today.

Tomorrow you’re begging our husband’s to hire you.

After meeting with Ovayo, I went home and then I waited for Luphelo and
Kumie who came home after about 2 hours so in the evening I made
supper for us and then we watched TV in our bedroom with Kumkani who
sat on my lap in his diapers.

Me: hi Kumie.

Luphelo: ze ayazi English kuqhala kune siXhosa umntanam net soxabana.

Ithini Molo Kumie.
-should my child know English before isiXhosa we will argue. Say “Molo
Kumie”.

Me: skaa.

I gave him the hand which he kissed. I kissed him and somehow we were
both thinking the same thing… To the point where we didn’t even need to
communicate so I put Kumie against my pillow and then held his hand so
that he doesn’t fall off the bed. Luphelo pulled my underwear down and
then he fucked me missionary style. I thought it was going to be a quickie
but no…Luphelo fucked me so good and so slow that I let go of Kumkani
who ended up falling off the bed. Luckily for us our bedroom mat is quite
thick so although he fell, he didn’t hit hard. And he only cried when he saw
us crowding him.

Me: Kumie I’m so sorry baby fuck!!

I said frantically. This was his first fall ever and I just couldn’t take it. I
literally cried more than he did and Luphelo was just sitting on the bed,
taking in the pain as a man. I managed to calm our son down and then
gave him his dummy which he sucked with wet eyes.

I went to sit down next to Luphelo .

Luphelo: are you okay?

I nodded. Me: you? Luphelo: grand.

We just exhaled before I received a call from my step mother telling me that
my father is sick and that I should come see him at his house so my
husband and I got dressed along with our son then we drove to this house.

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When we arrived there, the mood was very depressing. My father didn’t
look like he was about to die but I understood why the family was
concerned. He wasn’t even talking but I had called my mother and told her
on the way what happened and she said she would come see him. She
sounded really concerned over the phone so I had hope that maybe she
had put her feelings for him aside and was going to support me.

My father cried when he saw me… Especially when he saw uKumkani

maybe he was guilty over the fact that he had gotten so big and he hadn’t
even seen him but he knew I had given birth. I guess he didn’t care enough
but he didn’t really know about my financial status. Maybe now that he
knows… He will treat me differently because money makes people cling to
you even when they don’t really give a fuck. The family decided to gather in
a prayer but we heard some singing outside. Luphelo looked at me and
whispered.

Luphelo: baby that sounds like… Our family.

Singing:

Designer waye culu Panda…

Iyooohaaaaa.

Culu Panda.

Culu Panda.

Designer waye culu Panda.

Iyooohaaaaa.

Culu Panda.

Culu Designer.

Designaaaaaaaa.

The door opened and Patricia Sifora barged in with Luphelo’s family as her
backup. Literally Tatu Jama was there, Luthando, Lusanda, Luyanda along
with three of my old cousins. Luphelo’s mouth hung wide open. I was
mortified that these grown people thought it was okay to barge into the
house of a person who might die at any given moment to let us know that
Designer once sang a song called “Panda”.

Mommy: Sithi Timmy Timmy Timmy Turner

*finger clicks*

He be wishing for a burner.

*finger clicks*

To kill everyone walking. He know his soul in a furnace.

*finger clicks*

Fuck bitch on BET

*finger clicks*

Have her Wilding.

I got up and then tried to stop this chaos that my in laws led by my mother
were doing. Me: Mama!!! Yinton lento niyenzayo kuyathandazwa apha? -
what are you doing there’s a prayer in session here.

Mommy: tseeeek cimba uThixo uzosindisa uGraham? Tsek lonto leyo.

She said as she and the family continued with their song. Luphelo hadn’t
moved an inch. He was still frozen with his mouth wide open from the
disbelief.

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Insert 97: Continuation, Bonus insert whatever you wanna call it. ❤

Step mother: ngobani ngoku aba?

-who are these people now?

Senior: sizi Ghost Busters.

-we are the..

Uncle: hay hay phumani anina mbheko?! Nibadala for lekaka niyenzayo-

-get out don’t you have respect?! You are old for the shit you’re doing-

Mommy: yey George ungaku linge undi xelele ngobudala mna! Kuze u
Mninawa wakho bendi dlwengulile buyazi waxakwa kunqanda ngoku
umdala ngoku uzondi xelela ngobudala?!

-Hey George don’t you dare tell me about being old. When your little
brother raped me you knew and you couldn’t even stop it although you are
grown now you are going to tell me about being old?

Tempers were flaring and my uncle tried to reach for my mother but Senior
stepped in. Now I understand where Luphelo gets his calm but intimidating
chill.
Senior: Mbethe. Mbethe. Awuphinde ke ngoku uzibuze ukuba ndi ngubani
uzondazi.

-hit her. You won’t ask who I am again you will know.

He said with his hands behind his back. My uncle exhaled and then he
looked away.

Senior: ndithe Mbethe!! Or kanye bufuna umntu obhinqileyo?! Awuy funi

indoda yona?

-I said hit her! Or you want a woman? You don’t want the man?

He asked as he came near my uncle who kept taking steps back. Senior is
just like Luphelo. He doesn’t chase. So he wanted to back him against the
corner but Luphelo had to get up to stop his father.

Luphelo: Timer ndayaz unomsindo Kodwa ndakcela myeke lomntu.

-I know you’re angry but please leave this person.

Senior was staring bullets at my Uncle at that point but Luphelo managed
to persuade him to let him go. I could understand why Senior was upset…
That happening to his own children made it hit home and that’s why the
siblings also tagged along. Sexual abuse is such a sinister form of abuse…
It never goes away unless you find people who are willing to love the
person you are after it because you will never be the same again. Mommy,
Luyanda and Luphelo are people who are surrounded by a family that will
do anything and everything to make sure they receive healing.. No matter
how absurd it might be. I took Kumkani then the family walked out of the
house and into our separate cars. It was clear that we were all going to
sleep at my house tonight because they all followed behind our car.

.
Luphelo and I didn’t speak at all in the car. We just walked into the house
and the family followed and then we all gathered around the dining room
table. I was surprised that Ma had came but she waited for them in the car
because she wasn’t prepared to let us know that Designer once sang a
song called Panda.

Me: Mommy what happened?

She was an emotional wreck.

Mommy: ndikxelele nje Ncumolwethu.

-I told you.

Me: no Mama akhange undi xelele.

-you didn’t tell me.

Mommy: he raped me.

She shrugged her shoulders.

Me: when? Buthe he left you at the aisle-

She became so frustrated.

Mommy: Luphelo talk to your wife she’s so slow.

She said as she wiped her eyes. I looked at Luphelo.

Me: buyazi?!

-you knew?

Luphelo: she asked me not to tell you kalok Majama.

I wiped my tears and bit my lip.

Me: Thetha kaloku.

-talk.

Luphelo: uGraham raped her and that’s how she had you… They never
dated it was just a story she told to protect you.

I inhaled deeply because the truth broke me. Hearing how I came into this
world disgusted me. I am the product of a sin. An assault. I must be just as
guilty because I come from the manhood of a beast. I was the fastest thing
that came out of him to reach my mother and I was ashamed of myself. I
looked at my mother who cried on her chair and honestly I felt like dying but
I couldn’t make this about me. This was about her. So I went over to her
and then I hugged her. My mother and I have always been close so hugs
were nothing new to us but we have never held one another tighter than
this.

Me: uxolo Mama.

Mommy: it’s okay.

Senior gave us some tissues and we wiped our faces.

Me: I love you so God damn much. Thank you for never treating me like a
sin-

Mommy: a sin? Ncumo… You saved me. You make me proud. You gave
me a family I could call when I need to fuck shit up.

The Jama’s laughed gently.

Mommy: if you’re a sin then I will burn in hell to be your mother because I
love you. So much. I hate him but he gave me you. And that’s the only
reason why I waited until he fell sick before I did anything.

Luphelo was even crying in the corner at that moment. But that was nothing
new. What was new was seeing Senior crying. My husband got up and
then he came to join our hug and so did the entire family.

Luthando: Sijama family over everything guys! Wolf pack mentality at all
times we got each other.
Us: yes.

We all agreed.

Luphelo: wenzani uDesigner Bantase?

-what is Designer doing my relatives?

Them: Waye culu Pandaaaa.

Iyhoohaaaa.

They sang before we all laughed it off.

The family first spent time by the pool, eating and taking the edge off with a
bit of wine. But Luphelo and I didn’t join, we went to our bedroom and I
could clearly hear Mr Jama betting that I was probably going to fall
pregnant again next year. So Luphelo and I went to the balcony.

Me: siyakuva Tata.

-we can hear you.

Senior: nam bendinga sebezi.

-I also wasn’t whispering.

Me: haike uzo lose’a imali yakho ngoba ndi Gqhibile mna ngoku for at least
3 years.

-well then you’re going to lose your money because I’m done now..

Senior: rhaa Nina? Mxm.

He just has the funniest “mxm” I have ever heard so we laughed it off, said
our goodbyes before we climbed back into bed and I sat between Luphelo’s
legs while he plaited my hair.

Luphelo: baby looking at how close our family is we really need to get our
shit together and make sure our marriage lasts.

Me: they would be more sad than us if we divorced.

We laughed.

Luphelo: iGhost Busters. My dad is embarrassing yazi.

I laughed.

Me: I loved the way he stood up for mommy though. Kuze uGeorge befuna
umbetha.

-when George wanted to hit her.

Luphelo: uzothini efuna impundu?

-what’s he going to do when he wants ass?

Me: hay but baby for him to fight just because he wants ass?

Luphelo: heeh baby awzazi impundu wena!! Impundu zinga kwenza ubethe
uUndertaker ngempama uthi “yes madolo ka yise usay nxiba nangoku I
mascara”. It’s really not that deep with my dad.

-you don’t know ass. Ass can make you slap The Undertaker and say “yes
Daddy’s knees do you still wear mascara”.

I burst out laughing.

Me: is he still on that though?

Luphelo: yeah.. But I warned him against that. It would ruin the family and I
also trust uPat that she wouldn’t do that to uMamam.
Me: yeah of course.

Luphelo: baby uMamakho uzazelaphi lyrics zika Timmy Turner? Ngoba

andizazi mna kuqhala ndiva ngaye ukba kukho o “Fuck bitch on BET. Have
her wildin”.

-how does your mother know the lyrics to Timmy Turner? Because I heard
from her that there’s… Me: Jonga I have no idea. Do you think they
rehearsed this?

Luphelo: bebezoli fumana phi xesha? Mental institution patients are good
at improvising.

-where would they find the time?

I laughed. He had a point there.

After he finished plaiting my head, I thanked him with a kiss and then I got
up.

Me: baby I’m gonna sleep with Mommy tonight va?

Luphelo: I’m also gonna sleep with mine ke.

Me: who is Kumie gonna sleep with?

Luphelo: no Mamakhe tyin.

-with his mother.

I giggled as I went to take my baby from his little nest that we made
between us, kissed Luphelo good night and then I took out my debit card
from my wallet. By the way, don’t get a credit card Issa trap.
I walked to Mommy’s bedroom because believe it or not… Our family has
already picked their rooms in our house and they always use the same
rooms. So I knocked on Mommy’s door and she opened up for me.

Mommy: angel face?

Me: hi mommy. Singa lala nawe?

-can we sleep with you?

Her eyes smiled even before her mouth did.

Mommy: of course.

I smiled excitedly before closing the door behind us and then I fixed
Kumkani’s place.

Me: mommy I’m sorry for everything I put you through from the time I
started seeing uLuphelo and started acting out because I wanted to grow
up… To the time I started wanting to know lanja u Graham… I just didn’t
know-

Mommy: Ncumo. I went to school because of you. If I didn’t have you I

would have never been a Dr. So yes I was raped and that hurt my soul but
look at what God gave me in the end because there was no way I was
going to get a masters degree, a beautiful daughter or this life all on my
own. And after letting it out today… I’m finally free.

I wiped my tears and then put my debit card on the bed.

Me: the pin is 2109. Luphelo’s birthday. I want you to take a day off
tomorrow and go crazy. I love you Mamam and I’m blessed to have a
mother like you.

She Hugged me and kissed me. No matter how grown you are, nothing
beats being in mommys arms.

.
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Kumkani cried twice in the morning but even with those disturbances
Mommy woke up with a smile on her face.

Mommy: Molo Angel face.

Me: Molo Mama. Awusencume ngathi awuvuswanga kabini ngu

mzukulwana wakho.

-you are smiling as if you weren't woken up twice by your grandchild.

Mommy: ndlela le ndimthanda ngayo.

-the way I love him.

Her dependent clause was so beautiful that it was an exception to the rule.
We could allow it to stand alone. It made sense without any back up.

Me: he loves you too Mommy. How do you feel today?

Mommy: I feel at ease. Kuze bundi xelele uGraham uya ghula bendi
qhonda ngaske ndimbulale Hlalumi. Umsindo... Nda fonela uLubango
ndamxelela ukuba ndibawela ukuya endlini ka Graham ndiyom tyisa ityefu
but he said we should rather storm in there and turn their grief into a circus
otherwise I would get arrested and I wouldn't even be able to get uLuphelo
to represent me. And Hlalumi that showed me that yazi we become so
obsessed with acting our age that we lose our minds and forget to laugh.
That's why adults die from stress related diseases it's because we would
rather take the high way just to be appropriate than to handle things in a
humorous way. So I feel so good. I'm glad I did what I did. I haven't had fun
like that in forever.

-when you told me that Graham is sick I thought I wish I could kill him. The
anger... I called Lubango and told him I want to go to Grahams house and
feed him poison.

I laughed.

Me: wena no Lubango are the best parents anyone could ask for because
you both make it so easy for us as your kids to communicate and we all
appreciate that.

Mommy: kalok Hlalumi there is a fine line between respect and fear. We
want respect. True, genuine respect... And respect stems from love.
Knowing that's your parent and you will do whatever they want you to do
because you love them and you want to. And knowing you can talk to your
parent about everything and anything... But you still know that's your parent
and not your friend. Then we get uptight parents who want fear... Those
parents don't know their children because they don't listen to their children.
They lose their children to alcohol and drugs because when their children
get into trouble the first thing on their mind is "Mom and Dad are going to
kill me" ngelo xesha Mom and Dad have the answers but they raise their
children with an iron hand and then wonder why their children aren't
successful Kodwa they ruined them mentally. So mntanam it's okay to be
grown and to want authority but just look at how much fun our family is
having. The parents along with their children... It's a vibe... A mood...
Because no one is uptight and you could build a skyscraper with the
respect we have for each other and no one has wrinkles.

I giggled.
Me: come to think of it... Unyanisile. Lubango is like 58 but he looks so
good.

Mommy: that's due to knowing when to be serious and when to just chill.
Can't be serious all the damn time mntase khaya yhu.

I giggled as we continued talking about how she plans on spending my

money today.

I went downstairs to feed Kumkani and to make breakfast but Lusanda was
already there. She likes being busy. That's one thing I like about having her
around. She always helps to take the load off me whenever my in laws are
around and does a great job of hiding the fact that I wasn't worth the Lobola
shame I'm quite lazy. . I make great food yes but cleaning? I hate that... But
I have to do it because I don't want to hire a maid. We may afford one but I
don't like the idea of having a stranger in my house, cleaning after my
family.

We greeted each other and then I fed Kumkani while she finished up
breakfast and telling me about how she and her brothers all slept on one
bed last night. It was quite funny.

Once breakfast was ready. We served breakfast, everyone ate, freshened

up and then people left one by one so I approached Luthando and asked to
meet him in the smallest living room we have in the house.

Luthando: yes Hlalumi?

Me: uhm... I just want to thank you for being one of the people who helped
uMama. It means a lot that you were willing to do that for her.

Luthando: Wolf pack mentality all day everyday.

Me: yeah... Thats why I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that you
can move back in eHumewood and not pay rent. You can live for as long
as you would like... But please make sure you do buy a house. Just so that
your kids can have an inheritance otherwise... You can live there.

He smiled.

Luthando: Uyayazi uPabbles lento?

-Does Pabbles know this?

Me: he won't mind I know. He loves you guys so yeah..

He hugged me and then lifted me up and kissed my forehead.

Senior: hey hey hey... Sanukwenza intozika Bold and the Beautiful apha.

-don't do Bold and the Beautiful things here.

We laughed.

Me: Iza ndikphuze nawe ndakbona ufuna eyakho.

-come let me kiss you too I can see you want your yours too.

He laughed before extending his arms and I hugged him but I could only
reach his jaw because he's quite tall. Luphelo looked at us from the
doorway and he smiled.

Luphelo: Tata ungabi ngu Bill Spencer.

-Dad don't be Bill Spencer.

They laughed.

Senior: haska oHlalumi ngama 2000... Abantu abane ID ezingama card

ngathi umntu uzo swipe'a. Yonki information ilapha. Fondin mna ndifuna
abantu abane ID eyincwadi Umane ngoy tyila..
-Hlalumi is a millennial. People with ID's that are cards as if they about to
swipe. All the information is there. I want people who have ID's that are
books that you can keep paging.

We laughed as my husband signaled that I should come to him so I did and

he kissed me goodbye. And left his phone with me.

When I was finally at home alone, I called Siphelo.

Siphelo: Queen B?

Me: hey. Did you finally see the footage?

Siphelo: yes but andimazi ngubani lo sisi khazozi bonela .

-I don't know who this sis is come and see for yourself.

Me: awundi bhanxi?

-aren't you fooling me?

Siphelo: tu sis wam ndingane sono.. Iza uzazi bonela.

-not at all my sister I would have sin. Come and see for yourself.

I exhaled.

Me: okay give me 20 minutes.

Siphelo: sure.

I hung up and then took Kumie and we went out together. It was raining so
I really enjoyed the drive to Omega Constructions. It calmed down my
nerves because I was really anxious to see who did this.
I finally arrived so I kissed Kumkani's face because he was awake.

Me: baby ndizobaleka, ndifumane i face yalomntu Uqhela umtshato

wabazali bakho umqundu so gqhiba ndibuye rhou uyevah? Nzathi 1, 2, 1,
2.

-baby I'm going to run, get the face of the person that is disrespecting your
parents marriage and then come back quickly okay? I'm going to be fast.

I opened the door and Kumkani made baby sounds so I closed it. He was
quiet. Then I opened the door and he cried again and I closed it then he
kept quiet.

Me: Oh ke.

I said as I took him and he smiled when I took him out of his carrier. I
giggled a bit before putting him underneath my turtle neck and then
covered him with my rain coat before running to the gate.

Siphelo let me into his tiny "office" and then he closed the door.

Siphelo: ngubani lona? Blue Ivy? Baby Brock?

-who is this?

I laughed.

Me: it's Kumkani.

Siphelo: Royalty fondin. Molo Your Highness.

He said as he shook Kumkani's hand. Siphelo is sweet.

Siphelo: nantsi ke lento. I couldn't see the face but I remember this woman
she dropped your CV that's how I could tell. Do you recognize her?

I zoomed into the picture. At first I couldn't recognize her but then I
remembered... It was Zim. The bitch Luphelo was with when we first met.

Me: ewe ndiyamazi..

-yes I know her.

I said with my breathing slowing down. I was pissed.

Siphelo: kutheni u nomsindo Queen B? I mean lomntu ukzamela

umsebenzi... Yintoni embi apho?

-why are you so angry Queen B? This person is trying to get a job for you...
What's bad about that?

Me: you won't understand Siphelo lomntu bezama ukundi xabanisa no

mnyeni wam.

-this person was trying to make my husband and I

Argue.

He exhaled.

Siphelo: but sisteri... Uxabanisa dhuru lomntu.

I laughed and he smiled when he saw me laughing. I reached into my back

pocket and I had like R85 there so I took it out and gave it to him.

Me: I know this is stupid but... McDonald yaphuma apho so maybe you can
get lunch I don't know but thank you for your help.

Siphelo: sure sisteri. Enkosi.

Me: enkosi nawe. Bye bye.

Siphelo: bye bye Sisteri.

He hugged me and then kissed Kumkani's hand before we walked out.

I drove to Luphelo's JLS and then walked in with Kumkani to the

receptionist.

Me: hi ukhona uTaka lo?

-is this one's father in?

Her: yes-

I didn't even listen to what else she had to say because I just walked to his
office where he was smoking his cigar, staring into thin air. He must have
came from court because he was wearing his black gown.

Me: ndi suka Kwa Omega.

-I come from Omega.

Luphelo: and?

Me: your ex uZim is the one who gave in my CV.

Luphelo: told you she's not my ex.

Me: I don't care what she is point is benilala kunye andithi..

-you were sleeping together right..

Luphelo: precisely.
Me: so that makes her your ex for all intents and purposes. But Luphelo
why didn't you tell me you still keep in contact with her? It's clear she still
visits your office... No wonder she got my CV.

Luphelo: Hlalumi must I tell you everything ngoku?

Me: she's your ex... It would be good to know that you see her.

Luphelo: buphi Izolo?

-where were you yesterday?

He smoked his cigar and I flushed.

Me: with Ovayo.

I said cheekily.

Luphelo: bund xelele?

-did you tell me?

Me: no but... It's not the same Luphelo.

Luphelo: what's the difference?

Me: all of the shit that happens to us always comes from your side Luphelo.
People you know.

Luphelo: so when your ex catfished using my identity... That was okay?

That wasn't shit?

I inhaled and looked down.

Luphelo: Mrs Jama?

Me: heh Mr Jama?

Luphelo: ayidhuru i white wedding for ukuba Masi qhumbelane.

-a white wedding is so expensive for us to be mad at each other.

My mouth betrayed me by giggling. I sealed my lips.

Luphelo: uyayazi phofu ukba uza kuqhala ku mnyeni wakho?

-do you know that you come first to your husband?

Me: e.e

-yes

I said while blowing up my cheeks and tensing my eyebrows. When women

lose the fight, we become babies.

Luphelo: Izake ndi ncamise ezi nyeke ziqhumbileyo.

-come then so I can kiss these lips that are upset.

No but I can't... I can't with Luphelo Jama's charm anymore. I got up and
then went to sit on his lap and we kissed. I love him and I shouldn't have
taken this out on him but I was just taken by surprised when I saw who did
this because Zim was the last person on my mind. I deadass thought it
might be some

heffar from Jama Constructions but honestly I should have known they
aren't smart enough to think of such.

Insert 99: Sandra Mcdonald

.

I left my man's office and then drove home. Mommy knocked on the door
shortly so I went to open up for her. It was still raining so she wiped her feet
on the doormat and then hung her coat.

Mommy: yhu Lumi andi dhinwe.

-I'm so tired.

Me: khandbone uthenge ntoni?

-let me see what you bought.

I said with a smile. I was so excited to see what she had bought.

She showed me a gold bracelet which she bought at Sterns and a cute two
piece jumpsuit for babies and her eyes beamed when she showed me all
she bought.

Me: Mama uthenge lento qha?

-mom you bought this only?

Mommy: ewe kalok Hlalumi this two piece was R900 and le bracelet biyi R1
200.

-yes Hlalumi this two piece was R900 and this bracelet was R1 200.

I buried my face in my hands.

Me: Mommy I told you to buy whatever you want and you come home with
an outfit for uKumkani and a cheap bracelet?

Mommy: it's R1 200 Hlalumi it's not cheap-

Me: it's cheap compared to the things you did for me Mama so hamba
uphindele emall uthenge intwe bhadlileyo.

-go back to the mall and buy something that makes sense.

Mommy: Kodwa Hlalumi-

-but-

Me: Mama!

Mommy: sudikwa kaloku.

-don't be annoyed.

She sulked.

Me: Hay Kodwa nawe Mama uyatyafisa tsh uKumkani has enough clothes.
I want you to do whatever you want because I have been saving my salary
for months so I have enough money for you to maybe... Go to a different
province no Joy and just have fun.

Mommy: hay hay asoze ndibheje nge Mali yomntanam kalok. Andika yityi
imali yabakhe so mna ndizoz visa kamnandi ngale Mali.

-no no I won't spoil her with my child's money. I haven't spent her children's
money so I'm going to make myself feel good with this money.

I laughed and so did she.

Me: I love you mommy.

Mommy: I love you more. Akeka goduki u Mr "ndi peya nange 13th nje
randomly".
-Hasn't Mr "I get paid even on the 13th randomly" come home?

I giggled.

Me: No. Ndivela kuye ndiyolwa naye waske Wandi charm'a umntu Mama
heeeh. He was like "izake ndi ncamise inyeke ezi ziqhumbileyo".

-I came from him because I wanted to fight with him instead the person
charmed me.

Mommy blushed as well so we just sat there laughing at it.

Mommy: Luphelo is his father's son wake wamuva uLubangu xaye thetha?
Bethe kum ukuba ndifuna i revenge ngalentba ebendi molestiwe ukhona
yena ndinga phindisela kuye.

-have you ever heard Lubango when he speaks? He said to me If I want

revenge about the fact that I was molested he's here so I could get revenge
on him.

I looked at Mom with a raised eyebrow.

Me: Mama are you still a lesbian?

Mommy: Hay hay Hlalumi Ndiyi lesbian nangok if Bunga zalwa ndim
bendizak plita.

-I'm a lesbian even now if you weren't birthed by me I would have asked
you out.

I laughed hysterically. Mom though.

Me: I'm just saying Mommy we have a close family and I know those Jama
men have a slick tongue that make panties drop. Please don't ruin our
family.

Mommy: hehake Hlalumi you don't trust me? Let me go to the mall futhi
before they close.
Me: heh mommy..

Mommy: tsek.

I laughed as she kissed Kumkani good bye and then walked out with my
card.

My man came home when I was in the kitchen baking brownies which was
going to be for dessert but dinner was pork ribs with two half corns and
coleslaw salad.

Luphelo: molweni.

He greeted his son and I as he came into the kitchen.

Me: hi Mqocwa.

I toned down the heat of my stove from 6 to 3 and then went to hug my
husband then we kissed. Kumkani was excitedly kicking his legs on his
high chair when he saw Daddy so Luphelo took him from his chair and then
kissed his baby.

Luphelo: akasa nuki kamnandi. Good job Mommy.

-he smells so nice.

I smiled. Honestly being told by your man that you're doing a good job as a
mother is the best compliment he could ever give you. Far better than
being called beautiful.

Me: thanks Daddy. How was day 1 of court today?

Luphelo: siqhale kakuhle Hlalumi. Enkosi ngondi support'a.

-we started off well. Thank you for supporting me.

Me: that's what wives are for baby. Are you ready for dinner?

Luphelo: yeah please ndi lambile.

-I'm hungry.

Me: okay.

I said as I went to dish up for him and he went upstairs to change with
Kumkani whom he said he was going to try to put to sleep. Then he came
back topless, dressed in only his black sweatpants and it was clear that he
wasn't wearing any underwear. Breathe Hlalumi. I took his food to him
along with his alcohol and then I got down on my knees when I served him.

Luphelo: baby what's going on with you?

I giggled.

Me: what do you mean?

Luphelo: buqhumbele into ka Zim like 3 hours ago. Then I come home and
you cooked this amazing meal with my favorite cognac and now you're
kneeling in front of me. Channel 171 ndiyam Bukela sisi this is a set up for
a murder so tell me Iphi poison? Ikwi ribs? Or kanye iku mbhona? Or ikle
salad? Or ikwi cognac? Or kanye ikweza brownie zise ovenin? Itsho ngoku
ndibe ndi sitya ezi zi safe ndinga fiki ezulwini sendi lambile ndi dike uYesu
ndisa fika sendi buza kuphakwa nini.

-you were angry about this Zim thing.. I watch Channel 171 sis... Where is
the poison? Is it in the ribs? Or is it in the corn? Or it's in the salad? Or is it
in those brownies in the oven? Say so now so I can eat the safe ones in the
meantime so that I won't arrive in Heaven hungry and annoy Jesus upon
my arrival by asking when are they dishing up.

I burst out laughing. Why doesn't he trust me?

Me: baby I'm your wife. I love you and I just wanna spoil you... There is no
poison.

He smiled.

Luphelo: I love coming home.

Me: I love it when you're at home.

I said before pulling his manhood out of his sweatpants and then giving him
a blow job.

We ate dinner and dessert then we put the dishes in the dish washer and
he carried me to the bedroom.. Then he put me on the bed and kissed me.
He climbed on top of me with his body in between my legs and he tried to
pull my skirt down but I stopped him. I wanted him to beg for it. He's so
romantic when he is begging for pussy.

Luphelo: yintoni ngoku Nzwakazi?

-what now Beautiful?

Me: ndiyo yika.

-I'm scared.

He looked at me on some "bitch I saw you giving birth" but he smiled and
stuck to the mood. I laughed internally.

Luphelo: andizoku visa ubuhlungu. Ndizokuba nobulali.

-I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to be gentle.

Me: andi qinisekanga..

-I'm not sure.

Luphelo: ndi thembe Ntikazi yam. Ndicela undi ngenise ngesini.

-trust me. Please let me into your vagina.

He finally unlocked the cookie jar and that's when I allowed him to pull
down my skirt and to penetrate me between the thighs. I opened my legs
and allowed him to thrust inside me.

Me: ahhh fuck!

I screamed as one hand was on his buttcheek and the other was around
his neck.

Me: ooooh Phelo baaaawo.

I said breathlessly as he made love to me. I enjoyed the rhythm of our

bodies having sex with each other, our skins rubbing and the electricity was
being built up inside us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him
to penetrate me deeper. After a few more strokes he was ready to cum so
he came into a towel and then he collapsed next to me and we both
breathed heavily on our backs.

Luphelo: so mna ndisa cenga for impundu ngoku nditshatile?

-so I still beg for ass although I'm married?

I giggled and nodded. He laughed too then he got up and he went to fetch
a plastic bag in his laptop bag from Hair City. I sat upright on the bed with a
huge smile on my face.

Luphelo: Hlalumi... you and I argue over the dumbest shit sometimes.
Sometimes I care and sometimes I don't but as soon as a woman is
involved in our arguments I have to be a man and apologize because you
had the best body in the world until I made you pregnant so... Of course
that's going to fuck with your esteem. By the way mntuwam... This thicker
you is really making it hard for my dick to stay down.
I smiled as he caressed my chin.

Me: Taka Kumkani stahp.

Luphelo: Ndiyeke?

-should I stop?

Me: hay hay Qhubekeka.

-continue.

He laughed.

Luphelo: so baby I really don't want you to trip over any woman. You're the
only one I want. So I owe you 3 bundles and a closure for everytime we
argue about a woman I don't fuck with so yeah...I'm sorry mntuwam. I don't
want you to be threatened of any woman in this world.

He said as he gave me the plastic bag and when I looked inside. There
were three bundles of 28 inches of Malaysian hair and the closure had
bangs. I screamed.

Me: baby!! Baby thank you so much!! Yazi Taka Kumkani uZim le CV
beyphathiswe ngu Shirley, no Qhama no Amahle-

-you know Zim was helped to carry this CV by Shirley, Qhama and Amahle-

Luphelo: suxoka Hlalumi Jama!!

-don't lie.

He said as he laughed hysterically and wrapped his arm around me before

kissing my cheek.

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The next morning went by way too quickly. I ironed my man's clothes, fed
my baby and then he gave me the contract to sign for my new Quantity
Surveyor position which I was going to take once I get back to work so
when he left I just spent my morning planning Sihle's baby shower which
was going to be this weekend so I called her and we spoke for a while. Our
conversation was really mediocre and boring. I really tried to add life into it
but Sihle was bored. Not bored of me... Just bored in general and I could
relate because those final months of pregnancy just suck you dry so I
understood and didn't take offence to that. If anything, I could appreciate
how she tried to act interested in speaking to me.

So after that call I decided to call Lelethu.

Lelethu: Yibamb' iMercedes.

Me: Yibamb' iNtoyam.

She laughed.

Lelethu: hey Mamu Jama.

Me: Mamu Faliso. I'm busy planning the rest of the baby shower apha so
are you free?

Lelethu: yes babes.

Me: okay I will come pick you up ke in like 2 hours.

Lelethu: sure.

Me: bye.

I said before hanging up. I decided to wear my white Nike body suit with my
blue jeans, black pointed red bottoms and my black leather jacket. I took
my son and then I went to the Greenacres mall where I did my natural hair
and then sent my weave to Hair City to ask them to turn it into a wig. Once I
was done, I went to fetch my bank card from Mommy and this time around
she actually spent it wisely and I was content with everything she did with
my money. Nothing beats being able to spoil your mother. After fetching my
card, I went to pick Lelethu up. I took a selfie in my car and sent them to my
husband who posted my selfies and captioned them "the man is having
way too many speeding tickets because road speed limits don't make
provisions for men who have wives this beautiful and therefore need to get
home sooner".

We bought everything we needed for Sihle's baby shower and honestly

everything was coming together now so she and I ate at Mugg and Bean
and then I told her about the Zim story and she actually told me that she
knows Zim. Apparently Zim and Luphelo had a thing for about 4 years prior
to him and I being together but Luphelo never made it official. He never
gave it a name. Never celebrated a single anniversary with her. In essence
he was only fucking her for 4 years so that's why she was upset. She gave
him an ultimatum when he left her for me and said she would leave and not
come back if he chose me and he chose me... so she went to Dublin for a
while and then came back to check if we were still together... Only to find
out we are married with a baby now so I drove to her workplace. She's a
huge events planner so I went to her office and knocked. She told me I
could come in so I walked in with Kumkani and then sat down on a chair
opposite her. She looked really shocked to see me.

Zim: Okay this is strange.

Me: Far stranger things have happened.

Zim: Care to elaborate?

Me: with pleasure. Far stranger things like seeing your face kwi
surveillance camera's zase Omega Constructions dropping my CV.

Her face flushed.

Zim: so uzothini ke? Uzond betha right now?

-so what are you going to do? Are you going to hit me?

Me: if I was ngendi shiya umntana ka Jama emotweni but no. I don't need
to. Just like I also don't need to be here but I had to tell you woman to
woman. Awundi tyeli, awundo yikisi qha uyandi dika. Wena uyafana nje ne
pad ethi nca kwi nzeft. So Ndakcela yiyeke lento uyenzayo lekaka looks
good on television not kwi real life.

-I would have left Jama's child in the car...You're not eating from my plate,
you don't scare me you're just annoying me. You're just like a pad that
sticks to your pubic hair. So please stop this because this shit you're doing
looks good on TV not in real life.

Zim: so it was good when you took my man?

Me: when he was with you besithini xaye fill'isha in i form? Besithi single
andithi? Uthini ngoku enam kwi form? Uthi married. So he was fair game
and besides wayekphika. What could I have done ndibona indoda
endiythandayo?

-what did he say when he used to fill in a form? He used to say single
right? What is he saying on the form now that he's with me? He says
married...besides he was denying being with you... I was seeing a man that
I love.

Zim: andizo nqandwa nguwe mna Ncumolwethu. Luphelo is a man entitled

to make his own decisions.

-I'm not going to be stopped by you.

Me: okay. No if he fucks you it's fine I won't deal with you cos I married
him... But pull another stunt like what you've just done and I'm telling you
you are going to cry because I don't know how far you're willing to go
before you accept that he doesn't want you . That's what I came here for to
warn you just in case you think I don't know what you're doing. But ke
here's a word of advice and I tell this to everyone: you can try any marriage
in the world and that's fine... But when you see oka Hlalumi umtshato... run
mqund wakho... Run. I'm not going to beg you to back off I'm going to make
you back off. And you don't want to know how.

I scoffed before getting up gracefully with my son and then walked out.

Insert 100: Slindile Regomoditswe Maluleka

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°° Zim's perspective °°

When Luphelo's wife left, I felt really embarrassed about what I had just
done and I didn't know whether or not she had told him about it. And
Luphelo being the type not to care about certain things, he probably knew
but decided not to ask me about it so I decided to go talk to him and since I
knew he's got a rape case I went to JLS since that's probably where he is
going to spend most of his time until it's done.

I walked to his office and I found him there reading a book. Most lawyers
have these books from Wall to Wall in their offices but not Luphelo Jama.
He's got like 5 books. And all of them have pictures. But when he takes the
stand he will make those lawyers with all the books in the world seem
stupid. But that's just the best part about him. He has a brain like a sponge
so he still remembers everything he has studied from years back. Me: molo
Mabombo.

He looked up at me and tensed his eyebrows.

Luphelo: molo.

I sat down on the chair opposite his and then exhaled. He looks so
handsome when he's in his black gown. No advocate in this world can pull
off this gown quite like he can.
Me: uhm... Ndisando thetha no Ncumolwethu.
-I just spoke to Ncumolwethu.
Luphelo: I'm sure she's gonna tell me about it when I get home.
Home? That stung. He never discussed the concept of home with me. I
scoffed.
Me: Luphelo did you really just marry a child? She's so young. Or was that
the point?
You wanted a cub?
Luphelo: hehake Lion King.

He said as he paged his book with so much chill I was becoming angry.
Me: Luphelo I was with you for four years and you just married someone
you knew for a
year? Njani?
-how?

Luphelo: Zim le 4 years umisa ngayo... What happened between us kula 4

years? Nothing. It was just two adults having sex. You need to come to
terms with the fact that four Years is just an indication of the passing of
time and not the quality of the relationship. And yena uNcumo... With her I
have a relationship that I could be part of my whole life and still be happy
without needing to count years to validate that.

Me: well it was more to me than sex ke Luphelo! And I could have also
been with you

my whole life and still be happy.

Luphelo: I'm sorry you felt that way Zim but mna I'm tired of apologising to
be honest. I'm not proud of what I did but you couldn't expect me to
compromise my happiness just to make you happy

I sniffed and wiped the tears that were falling from my eyes and he avoided
eye contact because tears mess with him. He can't stand to watch a
woman crying so he pushed his tissue box towards me and then hid behind
his book.

Me: the worst part is... I wanted a baby with you and you had a vasectomy
that you wouldn't reverse. Do you know how hard it was to see her carrying
a child that looks exactly like you? A child that is going to inherit these
companies that I helped to build... Wow Luphelo. What is so special about
this girl?

Luphelo: the more you keep telling yourself she's a girl, the more you're not
going to understand. She may be young but... She's an adult. She's a
woman. And she's my wife.

Me: Luphelo Kodwa-

Luphelo: ha.a Zim ndi dikiwe ngoku! Ndicela uzibona ndi ndodwa.
-no Zim I'm tired now. Can I see myself alone please.

I exhaled as I took my handbag from his desk and then got up. But then
when I thought about the 4 years that I had wasted with this man I lost my
shit and gave him a backhand across the cheek. He was typically chilled
about it and instead crossed his arms as I stood in place, frozen yet boiling
out of anger.

Me: I fucking love you Luphelo!! I gave you all of my time! My mind and I
built you! I'm 32 and I'm not even married because no man will ever be
good enough and you...you're treating me like this over a 22 year old? Fuck
you Luphelo!!

He didn't even pay any attention to me. Even after I slapped him and I
knew it was gender alone that saved me so I decided to walk out because
he had me feeling so stupid. I couldn't even get his attention even after I
slapped him right across the face. But that is the detriment of building a
man. Yes Luphelo was Luphelo before I came into his life but there are
things that he wouldn't have been able to accomplish without me. But then I
should have spent a little more time building my own self as a woman
because builders never live in the houses they build. .

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was kneeling in the en suite, bathing King Jama who was having the time
of his life in the water because I kept sliding him side to side in the
bathwater. He was laughing so much and he stopped laughing when he
saw his father and instead cried for him so Luphelo took a towel and then I
put Kumkani inside the towel so his Dad could dry him. We kissed while
carrying our son between us. Luphelo was drying his hair while I dried his
body and Kumkani was smacking his lips between us. Me: hey.

Luphelo: hey.

He kissed me again to the point where Kumkani had to step in and slap his
Dad so that he could give Mommy a break. We laughed.
Me: yhu Luphelo u sexual mahn Ude unqandwe nangu mntana.

-Luphelo you're so sexual to the extent where a baby has to stop you.
He laughed.

Luphelo: just had a long day sthandwa sam. I promised I would call my Dad
yazi about this thing ka Sihle and the money.
He said as he took his phone and then he called his father on loud speaker.
Senior: Luphelo Kwedin sukundi phonela ndi mamele uSjava.
-Luphelo boy don't call me when I'm listening to Sjava.
We laughed. Senior is funny just by opening his mouth.

Luphelo: hehake Timer. Ndicela uxolo.

-I'm sorry.
Senior: yazi uthini uSjava?
-do you know what Sjava is saying?
Luphelo: khaycule Timer.

-sing it Dad.
Senior:
intliziyo yam iketha wena.
mhmm.

Amehlo am ajonge wena.

Luphelo:
Gcwala ngya Gcwala.

Baby you're the one for me.

Gcwala ndya Gcwala.

Baby you're the one for me.

Senior: Believe me when I say...

Luphelo: Ngempela... Ngempela.

Senior: haike haike nyana then ndicinge wena xabe sithi:

Wena muntu..
My boo boo.
I won't play with..

Inkomo yakho.

Luphelo burst out laughing and I laughed too because Luphelo and his dad
are an entire mood. Father and son goals and I knew he will have the same
relationship with his own son if not better. Their duet was so amazing. It
was my first time actually hearing his father sing and he's got pipes. I went
to dress uKumkani in his pyjama and when I came back Luphelo was done
with the call. Me: what did he say?

Luphelo: everyone else contributed they were waiting for us. Qha I'm
gonna transfer imali ngoku.

Me: okay baby. Did Luthando tell you I said he could live eHumewood?
Luphelo: ewe Mamakhe. He was happy about that.
I smiled.

Me: uhm Ngcolosi... You came home and you didn't even ask about dinner
although you can see nothing is happening in the kitchen... So... Are you
okay?

He scoffed.
Luphelo: uZim uzile wazond bona. I know you saw her.
-came and saw me.

Me: okay... But then what did she do? That made you lose your appetite?
He exhaled. I had a feeling I don't wanna hear this.
Luphelo: undi qhwabile.

-she slapped me.

I could feel my heart beat accelerate, body shake and pores sweat. I closed
my eyes because I could almost see and hear that slap that some bitch
gave my husband that I have ever touched.
Me: ndake ndaku qhwaba mna Luphelo?

-have I ever slapped you?

I asked as a tear fell from my cheek.
Luphelo: no but baby-

Me: Good then. So I trust that whatever I do with this information will be
upon the warmest and utmost reception and comprehension of you. I trust
that you shalt perceive that in no way are my actions towards Zim from this
day going forth going to signify malice but will merely show that to me
feaces is feaces. But if thou shalt perceive my actions as malicious then so
be it.

Luphelo looked at me with his mouth hung open.

Luphelo: baby une multiple personality disorder ngoku? Yey ha.a ndizok
tixela ngomso endlini once
Ubeno msindo okhumshisayo ha.a awuyindawu wena ngomso.
-baby do you have multiple personality disorder now? I'm going to lock you
up in the
house tomorrow once you start having an anger that makes you speak
English. No you
aren't going anywhere tomorrow.
Me: Kodwa Luphelo-

Luphelo: hay baby jonga... Myeke lomntu bekhuphela umsindo. Wena qha
sumhoya and I didn't wanna tell you but at the same time I don't want to
keep secrets from you. -no baby look... Leave this person she was just
letting go of her anger. Just don't pay attention to her.
He said as he got up from the bed and then he came to hold me and kissed
me.

Me: okay.
Luphelo: khaphe umnyeni wakho impundu ke.
-give your husband some ass then.
I laughed. Me: andifuni.

-I don't want to.

He grabbed my ass and then he carried me and pinned me against the wall
whilst my legs were around his legs.

Luphelo: awufuni? Ndizok bizela i family meeting keh mnake Ntikazi.

Ndixelele oMalume ukuba wena awufuni undi ngenisa esibayeni.

-you don't want to? I'm going to call a family meeting on you. And tell my
uncles that you don't want to let me into the kraal.

I giggled at the thought of him calling that family meeting. I was turned on
by the thought of him stating his case so I giggled even louder as he kissed
my neck and gently bit my skin.

Me: okay keh yhuuu uyahlupha nawe. -you're a hassle.

He smiled before kissing me and then he put me down on the bed where
we fucked in the missionary position. The Beyonce of all positions. I love it.
There is no better position than that one. Other positions look good but if
you want a feel good position...

Thats the one. We fucked for three rounds and then lay on our backs,
exhausted as hell
when it was all over.
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Once Luphelo and I had recovered from the sex, we decided to take a night
drive with Kumkani whom we had dressed in his bear cub onesie that
makes him look so cute. I wore a black tight fitted knee length dress which
has a zip at the front with suede thigh high boots and Daddy wore a white
shirt with a Chinese collar with jeans and a nice low pair of Puma sneakers.
He looked classy even with sneakers on. We then had dinner at Co. with
our little bear cub and Daddy settled the bill before we could drive back
home. Me: baby if I had a child before meeting you. Would you have given
my child an inheritance?

Luphelo: yes... Because then it would be our child. Shouldn't even be a

question in mind.

Me: would it be equal or less than Kumkani's?

Luphelo: more. That would be my final reassurance to him or her that I
really loved you
kid it wasn't an act.
Me: really?
I don't know why that made me emotional.

Luphelo: ewe Hlalumi. I really wish you had a child so I could prove it but...
I would make a really dope stepdad. If you had a son and maybe he was
5...I would spend time with him and Kumkani while you're out getting drunk
and speaking broken English on Saturdays simane ngoku hleba ba wow
uGyel. And if you had a daughter, I would do her hair in the morning before
she goes to school. Create false stories about how boys ain't shit so she
doesn't get a boyfriend...and cry on her wedding day.

I smiled.
Me: and what would your relationship with my baby daddy be like?
Luphelo: ixhomekeke kuye kalok. If ngumjita ogrand I will be lenient and
our child can
have co fathers which would be good to have two mature level headed
dads who have
the same goal and can provide... But if yikaka he's not coming near my kid
because

when our child gets disappointed he or she is gonna need me to pick up

the pieces so
nah...
Me: ncoh.

The way Luphelo was speaking about this made me really wish I had a
child that was already older because I'm pretty sure I could have loved him
more after seeing him go through all these lengths for my child.
I received a call from my sister from Graham's side whom is 3 years older
than me so
she's 25. I was shocked to receive her call because she and I seldom talk
although she
views my WhatsApp statuses all the time.
Me: Hello.

Her: Hello Ncumo.

Her voice sounded low.

Me: uright?
-are you alright?

Her: hayi uhm uTata wethu une cancer. So i family ibicela ukuba usincede
nge hospital fees zakhe. I mean I have a job but obviously Ncumo it won't
cover half of those expenses. Please Mamcethe.

-our father has cancer. So the family was asking if you would help us with
his hospital fees.

I exhaled.

Me: how much?

Her: R25 000 for 4 cycles of Chemotherapy.
Me: 25k mntase? That's too much...
Her: for his life? Ncumo come on please.
Me: I will have to speak to uMamam kuqhala.

-mom first..
Her: okay.
Me: sure. Bye.

I said before hanging up. I was so stressed about this because I truly don't
want anything to do with Graham after what he did to my mother but then at
the end of the day... He still is my father.

Me: baby did you hear that?

He nodded.
Me: so should I give him the money?
Luphelo: Mali ye Chemo mabay cele kwi Panda mntaka bawo.
-they must ask for money for the Chemo from a panda.

He said as I burst out laughing. He was right. Graham isn't getting shit
unless he gets it from a Panda.
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Insert 101: Melissa Dequish Brown

I've heard that every man's sexual peak is in the morning but Luphelo likes
to have sex in the evening when he comes home from work or when we
have to go to bed. But there is something

about a shower that turns him on and makes him change his entire routine.
Maybe it's the fact that everyone looks hotter in the shower. Or maybe it's
because a shower only allows you to engage in animalistic sexual positions
but I was not prepared to find him on top of me, struggling to fit himself
inside me in the morning, on our bed. It always takes a couple of seconds.
This isn't an average sized man.

he opened my legs further apart and then he penetrated me. He collapsed

onto my chest and then he started riding while exhaling deeply. Raw pussy
isn't for boys. He had his hands on either side of me, my feet were pinned
down onto the bed while my husband pounded inside me to the point
where my head was colliding with the head board. He was pounding inside
me and that went straight to the G-spot so when I received my orgasm I
grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him down onto my body. The contact
his chest was making with my sensitive nipples felt so Godly so Luphelo
just lay on top of me with his dick inside me while we both panted. This is
the best Round 1 in the history of Round 1's.

Luphelo: molo.

There he goes. Fucking me and then greeting me afterwards.

Me: Molo Jojo.

He took himself out of me and then kissed my forehead. He came inside

me.

Luphelo: uzayovasa?

-are you going to take a bath?

Me: yeah sure... Ndicela sikhawuleze unyana wethu engeka vuki. I just
want to spend time with you.

-please hurry up before our son wakes up.

He smiled as he nodded and then went to run our bathwater. This was truly
exciting. I did our bed and then brushed my teeth before joining my man in
the bathtub where I sat between his legs.

Me: I didn't sleep last night oko ndi cinga lento ka Graham.

-this thing of Graham's.

Luphelo: Mamakhe andizami ukxelela ukuba thini Kodwa ndicela uylibale

lento. Ngoba ukuthetha ngayo ku Mamakho is only going to upset her
because there is no way in hell she's going to support this. If she does...
She will be doing it for you and I think Pat has done enough sacrificing for
you Majama.
-I'm not trying to tell you what to do but please forget about this. Because
talking about it to your mother..

I exhaled before holding onto his knees.

Me: but baby this is about death.

Luphelo: Hlalumi your father doesn't give a fuck. Never did and never will.
And you want to save the life that wasn't around for you?

Me: mntuwam let's just leave this cos it's a bit depressing.

Luphelo: okay Ntikazi. Lama bele akho Kodwa Ntikazi aqinisa umthondo.

-these breasts of yours make the dick hard.

He said as he kissed my shoulder blades and gently grabbed my breasts.

Me: ukuvasa nawe Kodwa Butsolo bentonga.

-washing with you though..

Luphelo: awuno ngena emanzini ne ngwenya ucinge nizo dlalisana Ntikazi.

-you can't get into the water with a crocodile and think you're going to play
with each other.

A tingle went down my spine. I'm not married to a little boy here. I'm
married to a man. One who is powerful financially, physically and sexually.
He truly makes me wish I could step into his

shoes for a day and just go around freeing guilty people, signing cheques
and making people wet.

Me: Luphelo baby Ndicela uthule I can't..

-please keep quiet.

He laughed and then wrapped his arms around me.

Me: ndiyakthanda baby. I love you for still keeping our relationship on fire.

-I love you.

Luphelo: actions of a man who doesn't want to lose you.

He said before kissing me.

After we took a bath he ironed his own clothes and then I went to make
food for us so we ate and then he kissed me goodbye. Kumkani overslept
this morning and woke up on an empty tank so he cried hysterically and I
had to quickly feed him and even after eating he was restless. I suspect he
had a headache so I gave him a lot of water and put on his hat then kept
him in my arms as I tried to put him to sleep. Once he closed his eyes, I put
him down and then I got a call from Hair City saying they had finished with
my wig so I wore my make up and then got dressed. I was in a good mood
so I wore my pink Bob tube dress with pink and white Old Khakhi flip flops.
I wore my 24 inches long straight wig, sprayed my perfume and then I
looked at myself in the mirror.

Me: aww Hlalumi Jama. Maka Kumkani. Mfazi ka Finisher madoda.

uNtikazi. uMajama. uMamakhe. So thick I make it hard for his dick to stay
down. uMamcethe ongena emanzini ne Ngwenya. iPunisher.

I sang my own praises before taking a selfie and then sending it to Luphelo
and posting on Instagram but my husband was too busy to reply. So I took
my baby and then I went to fetch my wig at Hair City with him. Once I got it,
I went to Clicks to get morning after pills and I really needed to get on birth
control before Luphelo makes me pregnant again and Senior wins the bet.

After getting the pills, I bought bottled water and then went to my car where
I received a call
from an unfamiliar number.

Me: hello?

Zim: hi Ncumo before ubeno msindo... Ndicela sithethe.

-you get angry... May we please speak.

I exhaled. Me: phi? -where?

Zim: Cubana? Ndifuna sidibane in public... Apho ndiyaziyo khona ukuba i

temper azizoku nyuka.

-I want us to meet... Where we know tempers won't arise.

Me: unyuka kwe temper kuzo konzakala umntu and ayizobandim kalok.
Give me 3 other reasons why I should meet you after you slapped umnyeni
wam izolo.

-when the tempers arise then someone will get injured and it won't be me.
She exhaled.

Zim: I will pay for your food then.

Me: sewuzi yeka wethu mntase khaya ezinye izizathu ndonqena kude kube
mnyama sisathetha ndiyeza.

-you can leave the other reasons I'm afraid it gets dark while we are still
speaking I'm coming.

Zim: okay. Bye bye.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then drove to Cubana in Summerstrand.

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°° Zim's perspective °°

I arrived about 10 minutes before Luphelo's wife came. She was wearing a
beautiful pink dress with pink and white flip flops which complimented her
skin tone. She is certainly chubbier now than she was when I last saw her
but then again...she was pregnant so what did I expect? But still she
seemed better than ever. She was glowing, happy... And that's the part
about it that killed my soul. I love Luphelo but I always thought he was
incapable of making a woman truly happy. He was always busy and was
only available when he wants sex or a date to an event. He was always
around women. Always drinking. Always argumentative. And if I had
slapped the old Luphelo he would have ripped me apart with a sword of
insults but this time he didn't even look at me.

She put two chairs together and then put their sons carrier on the chairs
where he was sleeping and then made sure it was stable. I looked on with
a crushed soul at the baby that should have been mine being mothered by
a different woman.

Me: hello.

Ncumo: hi.

She said as she took the menu and called the waiter.

Ncumo: hello Can I please have the Escobar with cheese sauce on the
side... With a Conquistador cocktail.

Waiter: okay and you sis?

Me: the same.

He nodded before taking our menu's.

Ncumo: jonga zuxelele i chef zikhawleze.

-look tell the chefs to be quick.

Waiter: okay sisi.

He walked away so we both looked at one another. And looking at her was
a soul crusher because I have to admit she is beautiful.

Me: I called you here because I wanted us to talk about this... As women
who love the same man.

She was quiet.

Me: Ncumo?

Ncumo: I just want to know where you're going with this Zim? Cos we may
love the same man but it doesn't change who he is married to so I don't
understand. I thought you wanted to apologize. For what you did with my
CV and for slapping my husband whom I haven't and will never touch.

Me: Ncumolwethu...do you realise that you're living this life because of me?
I built that man And made him who he is. And wena you're just enjoying the
fruits of my hard work and honestly you came at the right time for uJama.
You came when he was ready to settle down and that's the only reason
why you have him right now.

Ncumo: I'm enjoying the fruits? Please ask uTaka Kumkani to show you
how much profit he made before I joined his company... And how he made
after I joined. I am the brains behind

JC's expansion. I'm the one who changed production processes and made
sure that we produce our own construction materials and sell them. I'm the
one who suggested that we turn into a franchise so that other people can
buy into our name so I made it a brand. I turned our surname into a
legacy... I also suggested that we buy taxi's to cut down on transportation
costs therefore we made an extra income using our own fleet and once we
pay that off we will expand. So what did you do for him? Did you stay up at
night while he studied? Did you yell "Go Tiyeka Go" while he worked on his
construction company business plan for funding? Huh?
I bit my lip because I had gotten shit twisted about this girl. She had
actually done more for him than I have. I built him mentally and she built
him financially... And that sunk me deeper into my depression.

Me: I am not going to go into that Ncumo. But l still hate you for the fact that
you took him from me. Do you know how stupid I look in front of my family
because they know that he's married now... And it didn't long when he
dragged me for 4 years and I have nothing to show for it. Ncumo: mamela
Zim... If I didn't take uLuphelo, someone else would have because the hard
truth is... He didn't love you enough. It's either you're gonna be a baby
about it or you're gonna be a woman about it and accept that there are
other men around that can love you. Now I really don't want to fight with
you. I understand why you are upset and I would be too but you slapped
him. I hope it took the edge off and that you're even...but this has to end.
Maturely... And no one will have to get hurt. Because honestly Zim I don't
blame you for trying to be there for the man but I have a husband who gets
paid in 7 figures but I went to work a week after giving birth because should
he find another bitch I don't want to be 10 steps away from him I want to be
on his heels. Athi Shona ndithi Connie. Athi Jay Z ndithi Beyonce. Athi
Offset ndithi Cardi B.

I wiped the tears from my eyes before drinking my cocktail which had just
arrived with our orders. She's got a bit of humor in her.

Me: okay.

Ncumo: so si grand ngoku? Its really unnecessary for us to argue about

this because nothing is going to change we're just going to hate each other
and gain nothing from it while the Finisher keeps talking to the both of us.

-are good now?

I forced a smile. It hurt to smile but there was nothing to be mad at. I would
be a hypocrite if I told Luphelo that his wife is young but I was the one
acting childish. Me: yeah. Si grand. You're right.

She gave me her hand and I shook it. Felt good to solve an issue with
another woman involving a man with a handshake instead of with a fist.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

Zim told me that Luphelo had always wanted a stripper pole in his bedroom
so I went to a hardware store in Newton Park and that's where I got them to
drill a pole in the center of our bedroom. It took them an hour to get the
pole fitted so I cleaned up in our bedroom when they were done working. I
looked at the time so 20 minutes before he came home, I drugged Kumkani
with some baby Panado medicine so he could sleep. Don't judge me. The
kids gotta sleep so the parents can play.

So I slipped into my lingerie with my highest heels and made sure I drink
enough wine so that I can be in the mood. I heard his car driving into the
garage so I went downstairs with my wine glass and waited for him in the
living room... Legs wide open in the arm rest.

Luphelo was on the phone when he came in. I heard him speaking and I
fell in love all over again with his voice, it was as if I was hearing it for the
first time.

Luphelo: yeah I suppose you can do it like that. No don't worry I will be
there sometime next week then we can discuss it during a meeting. Okay
yeah but THIXO!!

-God!

Luphelo yelled when he saw me and threw his phone on the chair as I
laughed at his reaction. Luphelo: Majama ndifa rhou kalok mna yhini na?

-I die quickly.

I giggled as I downed my wine and then walked over to him.

Me: ngoku? Kudala abantu bafa uzotsho ufele into eyiyo ngoku.
-so? People have always died at least you'll be dying for a worthy cause.

I said as I got down on my knees and gave him a blow job under his black
gown. That got my husband feeling some typa way immediately that he
took my wig off. And you know what they say about a blow job that makes
a man take your wig off. He finally came onto my chest so I got up and then
I undressed my Advocates gown and wiped my chest with his shirt.

Me: baby I have a surprise for you.

Luphelo: so this wasn't the surprise?

He asked with a smile on his face.

Me: nope... Masambe.

-let's go.

I took his hand and he was truly excited to see what the surprise is.
Luphelo: Majama uphi uKumkani? He's usually awake at this time. -where
is Kumkani?

Me: ndimselse yhez..

-I gave him medicine.

I mumbled. Luphelo: what?

Me: I gave him i Panado ke Tiyeka tsh I drugged your son how bout that?!
Ndibethe ke. -hit me then.

He laughed and then spanked my ass.

Luphelo: wena!! You're lucky my dick has a soft spot for you.

He said as he walked up the stairs and made our way to our bedroom. It's
so far. We finally arrived so I opened the door and then showed him the
stripper pole which he really was happy about. It wasn't an act... He was
genuinely happy about it and I was happy to have been able put that smile
on his face.
Me: So ke baby I also got some handcuffs so that you can wear them while
I strip. .

Luphelo: ngoba ngoku? -why now?

He asked as he put his hands in his pockets and then tilted his head. Why
do men do these adorable things that they aren't even aware of?

Me: ngoba andino ngena amanzini ne ngwenya ndicinge ndizo dlalisana

nayo. You are going to want to fuck me before I'm even done with my strip
show kalok.

-because I can't get into the water with a crocodile and think I'm going to
play with it. He giggled while chewing his gum.

Luphelo: okay Majama..

He said as he undressed until he was only left in his black Calvin Klein
underwear then I hand cuffed him to the chest of drawers. I then put on
music in the bedroom and the first song was Yo

Gotti's Rake it up ft Nicki Minaj which I twerked to and

Luphelo's. Mouth. Hung. Wide. Open when he saw me shaking my ass.

Insert 102: Sanelisiwe Yanda Gumede

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.

Relationship lesson: keep yourself interesting for your man. ✍

That's why Luphelo Jama is faithful to me. He's not faithful because he's a
Saint. He's faithful because no bitch can give him the pussy I give him and
he knows that. He's faithful because I make sure I look beautiful for him.
He's faithful because I respect him and I make him understand that he's the
best in the game. He's faithful because I only argue over important issues
and not random shit that will only drain our relationship. But most women
don't understand this. We drive men away ourselves and then ask
ourselves why are we so alone in a relationship? Men want quite a few
things and they cheat with every woman who has a piece of their puzzle
but it's your responsibility as the woman to make sure that you have all of
the pieces of the puzzle needed to draw your man's bigger picture. And
honey. I am Luphelo's bigger picture.

Beyoncé's "Dance for you" came on and that's when I lost my mind. As
soon as she started singing I grabbed the pole and pretended it was
Luphelo's body and then leaped on it. I held onto it with my legs wrapped
around it and allowed myself to slide down slowly. I pushed my ass out as I
got up slowly... and then I took my bra off and exposed my breasts. Me:
iqinisa umthondo lento baby?

-does this harden your dick?

I asked as I played with my breasts and I knew there is nothing that he

wanted more than to touch them.

Luphelo: baby yho andikwazi.

-I can't.
He said with torture written all over his face. But he was just gonna have to
be a man about it. I worked the pole to my advantage: grinded against it,
worked my waist and my ass against it to create a need in Luphelo to be
inside me. I undressed completely then I strutted over to him and I twerked
against his dick.

Me: this is for getting paid randomly.

I said to Luphelo who was moaning behind me.

Luphelo: Majama for fucks sakes... Ndikhulule.

-Untie me.

Me: would you set a crocodile free? Huh?

I asked as Ciara's Body party came on so I straddled Luphelo's lap and

wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

Me: Luphelo Jama?

Luphelo: Hlalumi Jama?

He asked, exasperated.

Me: this is for being the best husband in the game. This is for being an
amazing father to my baby. Thank you.

I said as I kissed his neck.

Luphelo: why are you torturing me then?

He asked and I laughed.

Me: ufuna ukhomba ngoku Butsolo bentonga?

-you want to point now?

Luphelo: please.
He begged so I took the key and then I unlocked it. My crocodile preyed on
me as soon as he was free because he grabbed me, threw me onto the
bed and then he fucked me while my legs were on his shoulders. Our sex
was so brutal on that night. But I wasn't about to complain to the Finisher
about this. It takes a real woman to be able to handle the dick of a real
man. And besides it was amazing

We fucked for our three rounds before deciding to call it quits. We were so
tired when the show was over that both of us just went out like a candle
flame.

My man didn't even hear his own alarm in the morning. He was completely
out of it and I wondered how he was going to be in court today if he was so
out of it like this.

Me: Tatakhe? Vuka kalok mnyeni wam.

-wake up.

He opened his eyes reluctantly and smiled when he saw me.

Luphelo: molo baby. What's the time now?

Me: half 7.

Luphelo: okay.

We kissed as he climbed out of bed and then walked to the en suite to

brush his teeth but I

stayed around to make our bed and then I took Kumkani who had just
woken up but was still
tired so he wasn't in the mood to cry.

Me: Molo Kumkani sthandwa sam.

I said as I kissed his head and then went downstairs with him where I fed
him plus two teaspoons of yogurt just to fill him up. He was in the stage
where he could be introduced to a bit of solids now and honestly my baby
deserved to eat nice things now with a bit of flavour. I strapped him on my
back and then made breakfast for his father who came down after about 30
minutes.

Luphelo: hey sthandwa sam.

Me: Hi baby. Unjani?

-how are you?

I asked as I reached for a kiss which he gladly gave me.

Luphelo: usabuza fondin?

-you're still asking?

We both laughed about it as I fixed his collar and then straightened his
black gown at the shoulders. He thanked me for that then I went to dish up
for him as he gushed over how handsome his son is.

Me: baby Izolo I met up with uZim again.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: Majama ndiya themba anilwanga-

-I hope you didn't fight-

Me: No I actually understood why she's angry so I took the fact that she
slapped you as her way of dealing with the anger and being even with you.
So we sorted out our differences over lunch eCubana... Woman to woman
with a handshake. Luphelo: maturity looks so God damn attractive on you.
I smiled.

Luphelo: thank you for being able to handle shit like this on my behalf
sthandwa sam.

He said as he caressed my chin.

Me: I've got you.

I said as we fist bumped. After eating breakfast my husband had to leave

so he kissed his son and his wife good bye before leaving.

I didn't have plans today so I decided to visit Mommy during her lunch time.
I bought burgers from Spur and then walked into her office. She was really
happy see her grandson and I. Mommy: once uze no kutya wena sendiyazi
uzazothetha ikaka.

-once you bring food I already know you're coming to talk shit.

I laughed.

Me: hehake Mama. Can't I spoil my mother?

She raised her eyebrow.

Mommy: ufuna ntoni Hlalumi Jama?

-what do you want..

She asked as she took her grandson from me and then put him on her lap.
I passed her food which she thanked me for.
Me: so uhm... Izolo elinye bendi hamba no Taka Kumkani sivela
eSummerstrand but then nda fumana i call ka Asanda. Uhm... uAsanda
ngu mntaka Graham.

-the day before last I was with Kumkani's father and we came from
Summerstrand but then I received Asanda's call. Asanda is Graham's kid.
Mommy looked so annoyed immediately.

Mommy: and then?!

Me: Mama sukundi shout'a kalok.

-don't shout at me.

Mommy: andika qhalisi ke kanti.

-I haven't even started.

I exhaled.

Me: uthi uGraham une cancer so ucela ndimbatalele i chemotherapy

yakhe. 4 cycles are R25 000.

-she says Graham has cancer so she's asking me to please pay for his
chemotherapy.

Mommy laughed.

Mommy: wow! So the kid he did absolutely nothing for has to save his life
now? Is that what she's saying?

I exhaled.

Me: Mama I just thought I should talk to you about it because I know what
he did...at the same time we aren't God and shouldn't decide who deserves
to live and who doesn't.

Mommy: if the child you raised with your own money... Decided to use that
money to save your rapist how would you feel?
That question crushed my soul. I didn't realise I was being so fucked up.

Me: uhm... Mommy I'm sorry. I didn't think of it like that-

Mommy: you didn't think at all Hlalumi. If Graham is supposed to live... He

will live without chemo. But Iza ndiku xelele mna... 4 cycles of
chemotherapy are not enough to save someone. He will need it again...
And again... And again... You might even spend 100k on that deadbeat
father of yours and when he's healed... He will go back to using the life you
saved to be with the family that truly means something to him. And you
won't be a part of it. But it's your money. She said as she continued eating
her food.

After meeting with Mommy, I decided I needed

To spoil myself a bit so I went to do my nails at a Nail Bar in Humewood.

Those types of nail bars where you get your nails done whilst drinking
bubbly. Best part of it is that a girl was using her own money so I felt really
good about myself. I also went to get box braids done which took me about
3 hours since two people were working on my head and that left me with a
bit of a headache but I drank Grandpa and then was good to go. But my
head was still on fire though. Kumkani was really tired of Mommy by the
time we arrived at home so I gave him a million apologies and gave him a
body massage as an apology because I know he enjoys it. I received a call
from Lelethu while I was massaging my son.

Me: baby?

Lelethu: Hlalumi?

She sniffed.

Me: mhm? Are you okay?

Lelethu: no uhm... I just heard that uZim tried to kill herself but it didn't work
so... She's in ICU.

Me: haibo what the fuck?! Lelethu I spoke to her Izolo and she seemed like
she's fine njena.

Lelethu: she uhm... Left a note ke saying she can't do it anymore.

I inhaled.

Me: indoda iyaphambanisa Kodwa Lelethu.

-a man makes one crazy though.

Lelethu: Ncumolwethu that's the conclusion I drew about this whole thing.
That's why we as women need to have our families and also our careers
and have a balance between them and not just choose the family alone
over the career because once the man doesn't want you anymore... This
will be the result. Insanity. Because uZim chased Luphelo's love over her
own dreams and look where that got her. I'm so hurt that it had to come
down to this.

I was crying so I wiped my tears.

Me: honestly Yaz Lelethu if we women built ourselves like we build men...
We would have empires ngoku. And if women tolerated and endured
school like we tolerate and endure men...
All of us would have degrees, diploma's or a certificate... Anything. But no.

Lelethu: true that mntase yho hay I'm speechless shame. Let's just pray for
her... And hope she survives this.

Me: okay mntase. I love you and thanks for telling me.

Lelethu: love you too mntase. Bye.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then took my son and held him to take the pain away.
.

Luphelo came home and threw himself onto the bed.

Luphelo: mabhebheza.

Me: hey.

He kissed me.

Luphelo: awusemhle sthandwa sam.

-you're so beautiful.

Me: thank you.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: uGrand Ntikazi?

-are you okay?

Me: uZim tried to kill herself. She survived and she's in ICU... Left a note
saying she can't do this anymore.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: zinini visiting hours?

-when are the visiting hours?

He asked as he undressed until he was only left in his underwear.

Me: I don't know.

I said as I took a Deep Heat tube from my drawer and then used it to rub
his back. My husband is tense so I rubbed his shoulders.

Luphelo: ithwani into enje Hlalumi? Like baby I love you... I love you
unconditionally but if you left me... And I could see that you're happy... I
know for a fact... That even if it kills me... I will take that. Because my love
for you is genuine... It's not unhealthy... It's not dangerous or toxic or
whatever... But her love? I don't understand it Hlalumi.

Me: I do Luphelo. She did everything she did for you cos she thought you
were going to end up together. She thought if she supports your dreams...
In a way she's making sure you have money and then you will be able to
provide for her.

Luphelo: then no wonder I married you in the end ke Majama!! Fuck that
bullshit I hate a weak woman!! I hate a dependent woman that needs me all
the fucking time to provide!! I hate a woman who is all about me and will
keep reminding me what she did for me instead of doing shit for herself
instead! Because those women end up in hospital when we leave and in
this world you owe nobody nothing for as long as you aren't married to
them you can change your mind even after 10 years for as long as there is
no God damn ring!! I know Hlalumi that if I ever left you... You wouldn't be
putting me through this shit that she's putting me through although you also
helped my company and I married you and gave you a child because
you're independent and you might even fuck around and build your own
construction company that could rival mine just to fuck with me. You would
never try to kill yourself and that Majama is the type of woman I need!!

Me: Luphelo!! Baby calm down okay? Hlisa umoya Tiyeka. I know you're
upset-

Luphelo: upset?!! No I'm fine!! I'm not mad at all I'm just...

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I'm just tired of apologizing for this shit. I have been apologising
for leaving her but now she just wants attention.

He said as he wore his tracksuit.

Me: uyaphi ngoku Tatakhe?

-where are you going now?

Luphelo: I want to take a jog Mamakhe. I will be back when I'm calm.

I nodded and he caressed my chin.

Luphelo: I'm sorry for yelling in front our son. I'm sorry.

Me: it's okay baby I understand.

He kissed my forehead before taking his cellphone and air pods then he
walked out.

Insert 103: Zamakhosi Luthuli

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He came home after about an hour, dripping in sweat and he was breathing
heavily. I was waiting for him on the bed whilst watching recorded episodes
of Love and Hip Hop. I paused.

Me: uziva njani ngoku?

-how do you feel now?

Luphelo: ndi batyiwe.

-I’m horny.

Me: Oh Luphelo..

He laughed.

Luphelo: ndiyadlala I’m giving you a break tonight shame.

Usebenzile Izolo.

-I’m playing… You worked yesterday.

I smiled.

Me: Did you enjoy it?

He took off his tracksuit.

Luphelo: it made my entire day namhlanje Ntikazi. It gave me the strength

that I needed in court. I love you.

Me: I love you more.

I kissed him.

Me: eh Ngwenya… Kha ngene emanzini mahn.

-crocodile… Please get into the water man.

He giggled before smelling himself.

Luphelo: ndiyeza ke.

-I’m coming then.

Me: no let me bath you ngokwam.

I said as I got up and then went to run his bathwater for him. I added bath
foam and lit some scented candles then climbed into the bathtub with him.
He really needed to relax… I’m a feminist that refuses to submit
but…nothing is stopping me from catering to my man’s needs. He put his
head on the edge of the bath tub and closed his eyes as I washed him. The
atmosphere was so calming around us. The water was so warm. The scent
was so heavenly. I kissed his soft lips and then he put his hand on my ass.
It wasn’t even sexual he just wanted me to straddle his lap.

Luphelo: ziyaku fanela I braids zakho mntuwam.

-your braids suit you.

Me: enkosi baby.

-thank you.

Luphelo: ndicela ufote I selfie nge phone yam zibe ninzi.

-please take selfies with my phone and let there be a lot of them.

Me: give me a number. How many selfies do you want?

Luphelo: maygcwale la internal storage ngo Majama.

-let that internal storage be full of Majama.

I giggled.

Me: okay Sthandwa sam.

I said as we kissed in the bathtub. The water was starting to become a bit
cold so we got out of the bathtub and then slept naked with Kumkani in bed
with us.

Kumkani woke me up in the morning by patting my face. He probably thinks

I’m one of his toys. He was smiling and nothing in the world is as precious
as my baby’s smile so I looked at the time and it was already 8 am.

Me: Phelo?

He inhaled and then stretched his arms out.

Luphelo: hm?

Me: must I make breakfast?

Luphelo: yeah I will wake up ngok ngok.

He said as he turned to face the other way. This Zim thing must really be
taking its toll on him so I allowed him to

sleep and then went downstairs to make Kumkani’s bottle. I put it in the
microwave and then I took it out after 20 seconds. I fed my little angel while
he adorably tilted his head onto my shoulder. I heard a knock on the door
and when I went to open it. It was a man wearing a hoodie. He was tall,
dark skinned and had a neatly trimmed beard.

Me: hello.

I said as I tried to bring Kumkani around me so that if whatever happens.

My baby won’t be within close reach.

Him: ndicela uthetha no Luphelo Jama.

-can I please talk to.

Me: akekho.

-he’s not around.

Him: eh sisi-

Luphelo: Mabhebheza?

He called as he came downstairs topless in his sweatpants. I will never get

used the view of Luphelo’s abs. Even if I have sex with him everyday. His
smile turned into a frown when he saw the man in the doorway.

Luphelo: Sthandwa sam ndicela usinike I space sothetha.

-my love can you please give us space to speak.

Me: hay Jama ndifuna ukuva nithini.

-no Jama I want to hear what you are saying.

He kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: uthi hay kum ngoku baby? Hm?

-you’re saying no to me now baby?

Luphelo’s respect is on another level. He’s patient with his requests and I’m
grateful for that. I looked at the man and my husband’s clenched fist and I
knew shit was about to go down. And that’s why he wanted me to leave. I
took Kumkani and then I walked to the other living room.

°° Siya’s perspective °°
Luphelo stepped out of his house and then he looked up. His wife was
peaking from the window so he told me to follow him to his basement. This
piece of shit has the

audacity to show me that he has a basement big enough to be my sisters

entire apartment

Luphelo: uyazelaphi ukuba ndihlalaphi? Oh kanene… Sister wakho ube I

CV yomfazi wam and that’s how she knew.

-how do you know where I live? Oh yeah… Your sister told my wife’s CV.

Me: Luphelo u Sister wam ulwela ubomi bakhe ngenxa yakho and wena
ubusy undi bonisa I basement?

-my sister is fighting for her life and you’re busy showing me basements?

Luphelo: ucebisa ndithini ke?

-what do you suggest I do?

I became so angry with the fact that he seemingly didn’t give a single fuck
that my sister could die at any moment because of him so I shot a right
hand to his left cheek. He didn’t even hesitate to shoot one back to me so I
responded by grabbing him and then shoving him against the wall. I’m a
Boxer and he does MMA so I knew this was surely going to be a fight. He
grabbed me and then threw me down onto the floor and once he was on
top he threw two punches at me but I grabbed his vulnerable

neck and chocked the life out of him. He then shot a knee to my abdomen
and ended the fight by putting me in an armbar submission maneuver. It
wasn’t fully locked in. He just wanted to talk.

Luphelo: fondin what the fuck is this going to solve?

Me: yonkinto mnqundu wakho. Angafa naninina uZim Kodwa wena

awukhathali ngalonto.

-everything you ass. Zim can die at any time but you don’t care about that.
Luphelo: fondin ndizamile uringa no Zim to solve this but akamameli. Ne
Nkosikazi izamile bayotya kwa Cubana yangathi bay lungisile lento. Andazi
noba mandithini mna ngoku yilento ndi sithi khandi cebise.

-I tried to talk to Zim… She doesn’t listen. And the wife tried and they ate at
Cubana and it seemed like they fixed this. I don’t know what to do now
hence I’m saying advise me.

I exhaled and that’s when he released me so we both got up and looked

one another in the eye like men.

Me: iya endlini phambko Mama no Tata uphuma ko Zim ucele uxolo ngoba
oko beku lindele ukuba uyawuze

umcele akutshate…waske wena wayo tshata I rubbishkazi ye ngcosi.

-go to the house in the presence of Mom and Dad once Zim gets
discharged and apologize because they have been waiting for you to ask
her to marry you all along. Instead you married a rubbish of a baby.

He scoffed before hitting me with a headbutt that made my head split and
then grabbed me by the collar.

Luphelo: bendik mamele ndizi xelele ukuba ndizoyenza lekaka uyfunayo

waske waymosha.

-I was listening to you and I told myself that I’m going to do the shit you but
you ruined it.

He said as he released me. I wiped the blood from my head before he told
me to leave so I walked out the same way I came in.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
When Luphelo came back, his face was a bit bloody and his sweatpants
were dirty. I knew by the look he had on

his face when he saw that man that they were going to get in a brawl.

Me: Luphelo ngubani lowa?

-who is that?

Luphelo: andifuni uthetha ngayo Hlalumi.

-I don’t want to talk about it.

Me: but baby-

Luphelo: Ncumo..

He warned so I shut the fuck up. I didn’t know whether he lost the fight or
what because I have never seen Luphelo look like this after a fight. I got
dressed for Sihle’s baby shower and the theme was white and a touch of
gold so I wore my white dress shirt with some gold block heels. I did my
make up and then I waited for uKumkani and his dad to finish bathing
together. Once they were done, I lotioned and then dressed uKumkani in a
white vest, white tracksuit pants and his white sneakers. Luphelo also got
dressed in a tight Versace tracksuit and his touch of golf was his Rolex and
wedding ring.

Me: baby Iza ndik fake I make up for ugqhuma lekaka isebusweni.

-let me put make up on you to cover this shit that’s on your face.

Luphelo: hay Hlalumi-

Me: hay baby mahn!! Awuzongena unje phambkwabantu.

-you won’t come between people like this.

I snapped as I took my make up kit and then tried

To cover his scars. Once they were all covered, we could finally leave so
we locked up in the house and then drove to the location of Sihle’s baby
shower. Everything was already laid out and I was happy that now men
were starting to attend baby showers unlike during the past when it was a
strictly female event. Men just add the spice to all female events.

The décor was beautiful. The weather was amazing too and the guests
were a combination of our old high school friends and family. Even Aunt
Nolwazi was there and we knew that was bound to cause problems.

Sihle finally arrived looking beautiful in an angelic white dress and she had
a white roses flower crown. We all yelled “surprise” as she came in and she
broke down and

cried immediately because I’m sure she never thought she was going to
have this baby shower.

Sihle’s baby shower was lit. We had an amazing time with the family and
friends. I think being surrounded by people her age reminded her that she’s
actually on the right track and that her life isn’t in any way delaying. She’s
where she’s supposed to be for a 22 year old. So she took my hand during
the evening while everyone else was having a ball and then she pull me
aside and gave me a hug.

Sihle: mntase enkosi ngale baby shower. Ndivile ngo Luyanda ukuba biyi
idea yakho.

-thank you for this baby shower. I heard from Luyanda that it was your idea.

Me: anything for you mntase.

Sihle: no really mntase… Like the effort you went through to contact the
whole family and get them on board just goes to show that you have my
back through everything. I’m sorry I allowed this pregnancy to make me a
bitch

towards you but even through everything you still managed to do this for
me.

Me: mntase we don’t need to be on good terms every single day for me to
have your back. I’m happy when you’re happy.

We hugged each other and honestly it’s been a while since she and I have
shared a hug and it felt beyond amazing. We kissed before going back to
the party where the family was dancing so we all joined the dancing.

I approached Senior and asked him if I could give him a refill and he
agreed.

Senior: ndiva ukuba wena ufuna unika uDraham I R25 000.

-I hear that you want to give Draham R25 000.

Me: he’s still my father Kodwa Tatazala and I didn’t want to live with the
guilt if he dies.

Senior: mxm Hlalumi…ukuba unoba unofa wena akano khupha ne R2 500.

Andifuni ube around aba bantu mntanam. Bazoku khubekisa and andifuni I
ntliziyo yakho ikhubeke. Nala ntwana yam ndiy xelela qho ukuba yenze
ikaka andikhose caleni lakhe ndikwelakho.

-if you would die he wouldn’t even cough out R2 500. I don’t want you to be
around those people my child. They are going to hurt your feelings and I
don’t want your heart to be hurt. And I tell that boy of mine all the time that
if he fucks up I’m not on his side I’m on yours.

I giggled.

Me: Ncoh you love me kanti?

Senior: umenza happy wethu Pabbles akhonto ingako.

-you make Pabbles happy there’s nothing much.

We laughed as he put his hand around my shoulder and I truly felt the love
of a father from him. We scanned the party and out of nowhere a fight
broke out between Luyanda’s wife and Nolwazi.

Me: hayini!!!

Senior grabbed my arm and then pulled me back.

Senior: uzofika wenze omphi umahluko kle fight umngaka? Khaphole

ubukele wethu nazi peanuts.

-what difference are you going to make in this fight when you’re this short?
Just chill and watch here are some peanuts.

He said as he passed a packet of peanuts and I laughed hysterically.

Insert 104: Nastyq Chiloane

.
The fight between Nolwazi and Madlamini was so brutal that Luyanda even
got hurt trying to stop it.

Senior: Kumkani nqanda fondin!

-Kumkani stop the fight.

Senior yelled at my poor baby and he can be so stupid sometimes. The

men managed to get involved and were able to separate the ladies and that
is how the party ended. At 10 pm, on a Saturday night. Nolwazi was sent
home by a couple that lives close to her while Madlamini stayed and
argued with Luyanda.

My husband came to his father and I. He was tipsy but he never loses
character when he's intoxicated.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza?

I really like this name. It makes me feel so attractive.

Me: Soka lam?

-my boyfriend?

Luphelo: sigoduka nini?

-when are we going home?

Me: singa hamba nangoku wethu akhonto siyi hleleleyo.

-we can leave even now because there is nothing that we are staying for.

Luphelo: okay. Timer.

Him and his Dad did their hand thingy and then hugged.

Senior: ya nyana.

Luphelo: I love you.

He said as he kissed his father's forehead.

Senior: Uthandwa ndim ntwana.

-you're loved by me little boy.

Luphelo: Siya hamba ngoku ndicela undi bye bye'isele ku Nozala.

-we're leaving now please say goodbye to Mom for me.

Senior: okay bye bye King Jay.

He said as he kissed my sons cheeks. We said our final goodbyes before

walking out.

I met Lelethu in the street as she was about to get into her car. She's
always in a mood to turn up. I really don't know how she does it.

Lelethu: hey Maka Bhabha Masiye Solids.

-let's go to Solids.

Me: no mntase I just want to be within arms ngoku and maybe watch a
movie or something in my comfy bed.

Lelethu: hehake Punisher. What am I supposed to do phana without the

only person who can

drink 6 shots of tequila without flinching?

I laughed.
Me: hay mahn Lethu I just want to be a mother and wife for a weekend.
Khandiyeke.

-leave me alone.

We giggled before she gave me a hug.

Lelethu: good night Majama..

Me: good night babes.

I said as I kissed her cheek and then I went to Luphelo's Tiguan. He started
the car and then he drove home. The sky was dark, beautiful and
mesmerizing. I truly love night time.

Luphelo: Hlalumi Ndisando peya nje randomly.

-I just got paid randomly.

I smiled.

Me: where did your income come from?

Luphelo: this case.

Me: I thought you weren't taking the money nje baby. I thought we're doing
this case for free.

Luphelo: hay kalok Majama I'm being paid by the government for this. So if
I didn't take it...

Someone else would have. Uyamazi urhulumente wethu unjani but if this
case was private by all means I would have done this pro Bono.

-you know what our government is like.

Me: oh. How many figures?

Luphelo: 6 bayandi delela.

-they are disrespecting me.

I giggled.

Me: saybaweli ngelo xesha mna. Baby I have been thinking about Jama
Constructions and I'm sick of us having board members. Lets buy them out.

Luphelo: buy them out? Majama... We're talking about a lot of money. Their
shares are worth a lot so getting them to take a buy out is impossible.

Me: I know but we're going to trick them.. Let's offer them a higher share of
the proceeds from our transportation as bait. Then we draw up a contract
that states that they also agree to be bought out for the value of their
original investment in our company whenever you please. I'm going to write
that contract myself and you can give me some legal pointers about how to
write a Contract but then when they sign... They will be agreeing to that
whole shit.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: baby you're cold.

I laughed.

Me: utsho ke Luphelo if you want to constantly explain yourself to people in

a company you built. I'm just saying... I don't want the money Luphelo. I just
am sick and tired of having to answer to them. It just gives me anxiety
when I think about having to go back to work. Luphelo: fine... We will do it
your way ke Mamakhe.

He said as he took my hand and then he kissed it.

.
We finally arrived at home. My phone was low so I went to charge it while
Luphelo went to put our baby to sleep. As soon as it was on, I saw all of
these different missed calls from my sister which I just ignored. I put my
phone down and then went to hug my husband from behind as he stood
over Kumkani's cot.

Luphelo: hm?

Me: Iza kalok sizolala.

-come so we can sleep.

Luphelo: I want to show you something.

Me: okay.

He took my hand and then he switched the light off in our bedroom as he
led me down to the basement. I have literally only been there once. This
basement is huge. He lit all of the lights on and there was a piano in the
center.

Me: we have a piano?

Luphelo: apparently we do.

Me: haibo baby siyphosa njani? Do you realise that people could live in our
basement and we wouldn't even know?

-how did we miss it?

He laughed.

Luphelo: qondile Majama. I want to turn this place into a bar. For you and
Lelethu to drink while

you're at home.

I giggled.

Me: I would literally fuck you everyday.

He looked at me like "whats different about that" but he didn't say a word.
Instead he just laughed it off and then he sat down on the seat and I sat
down on his lap.

Me: can you play?

Luphelo: yeah..

He said as he started testing out the piano. Luphelo has such amazing
fingers for a man. They are literally cuter than mine although I have cuter
feet.

Luphelo: okay it works. So Mabhebheza wam... The purple of all

colours...the Beyonce of all wives madoda... The Stork of all butters...Can I
sing for you?

I giggled. Me: please!!

Luphelo: so tell me how you feel?

Knowing I see the world when I look in your eyes. Your kisses like Duracell
they keep me energized. Tired of going back and forth baby I'm hypnotized.

You got a nigga on the love on the low though.

I'm looking at you and I swear it's been a long road.

A great ass a better mind what a combo.

You know you pretty and you winning with the convo.

He looked into my eyes and caught me tripping so he stopped.

Me: why did you stop?

Luphelo: I'm only going to sing the important parts and then change songs
okay?
Me: okay.

Luphelo: it's 02:30 in the morning.

Round this time you know I'm going in... Yeah.

I have the keys so you don't throw it in.

But you get crazy when you horny.

I feel like I should be your lover.

I should be your friend.

All these silly issues made up in your head.

Money can pay for your time but it ain't love.

And love can not pay for the shit that I bought Ya.

Swear to God I should be gone and leave you alone cos I..

Rather be with you and all your bullshit. x2

I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit.

Rather be with you and all your bull.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and then I kissed him. I really
appreciated what he was doing for me. He knows that I love his voice so it
really meant a lot that he brought me out here so that he could sing for me.

Me: baby you're literally doing things for me that you never did when we
were dating. Why now?

Luphelo: in a perfect world we would love to watch love alone sustain

relationships but the fact of the matter is that they need maintenance and
effort in order to survive the test of time. I don't want us to be those couples
who start off strong and then separate after years of being together just
because we never worked on ourselves...so that's why I'm doing the little
things to make sure you never lose the spark. Cos I know you're doing
whatever you can to make sure I never lose it too.

I kissed his lips and then we pressed our foreheads against each other.

Me: I literally don't want there be another woman to give you something
that I can't

Luphelo: I don't want there to be another man to give you something I can't
either.

He said before kissing me again.

Me: please teach me how to play the piano?

Luphelo: I love how you're always willing to learn new things Majama. Iza
ke.

-come then.

He said as he fixed my body so that I could be comfortable enough to play

the piano.

Luphelo left for work early on Sunday morning so I was left to take care of
uKumkani by

Myself. I was still a bit tired from last night and I was actually proud that I
didn't drink. I suppose I didn't drink because my mother in law was around
but still. I could have dashed my cognac with Kumkani's formula like
Luphelo did at The Black Impala and kept drinking it discreetly. But I
didn't because I would like to change and with everything going on from my
deadbeat, rapist of a father to Zim, I really didn't feel like drinking. I wanted
to be sober enough to deal with whatever happens head on.

I heard a knock on the door again and honestly I'm not used to getting all of
these visitors. It only dawned on me after I had opened the door that I really
shouldn't have just in case one of Zim's brothers were back. I don't know
many there are but you can never be too sure. But it was just my sister.

Her: Hi Ncumolwethu.

Me: Hi.

I faked a smile.

Her: ngu Kumkani lona?

-is this Kumkani?

She tried to take him but I held my baby tightly. She got the message.

Me: yes nguye.

-it's him.

Her: akasemhle umntaka Makazi.

-Aunt's child is so handsome.

Me: enkosi sisi.

Her: heh Ncumolwethu ndiyaqala ufika endlini yakho sekunzima namanzi

anga na mntaka Tata?

-I'm coming to your house for the first time and it's difficult to even give me
water my Father's child?

Me: andinabubele kusasa mna uyawu ndi xolela. But Iza ngapha.

-I'm not kind in the morning you will forgive me. But come this side.
I led her into my kitchen and then poured some juice for her. She looked
around in my kitchen in awe. It kind of feels really good to have the child
who was raised by your father who never gave a fuck about you look
around in your house with envy. That's the best revenge in the world for
any neglected child.

Her: so uhm... Ncumo I just wanted to know if sewu thethile no Mamakho

ngoba uTata really needs to start his chemotherapy soon. The sooner the
better.

-if you have spoken to your mother.

Me: sendi thethile no Mama and akavumanga. So nam ke akhonto ndino

yenza for uku gqhithela kuMamam.

-I have spoken to Mom and she didn't agree. So there's nothing I can do to
go over my mother.

Her: Ncumolwethu haibo!! Dad is dying please!! Give me a loan ke and I

will pay you back.

Me: iya ebankeni kalok for a loan.

-go to the bank.

Her: I won't qualify for a loan phana Ncumolwethu!!

Me: then it's not my problem ke sisi. Fathers nowadays should think
carefully before they choose to neglect innocent kids they made.

I said as I drank my own juice.

Her: so you really aren't going to give me the money because of that?

Me: tu.

Her: Ok... Don't consider yourself a part of our family moving forward. We
will make a plan.
Me: I never did. Qha isiduko sona ndiyasi gcina ngoba ke ndingu ye u
'Malahla aluthuthu ayatshisa wawa nyathela ungafa'.

-but I'm keeping the clan name because I am...

Her: uThixo uzaku fumana wena msun wakho.

-God is going to get you.

Me: mxelele Maka qhale ngo sindisa uGraham free of charge before abeno
fumanana nam mnqundu.

-tell him he should start by saving Graham free of charge before he tries to
get me.

I said as she dropped her glass onto the kitchen counter and then she
walked out.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

Reid told me that Zim has regained consciousness and was allowed
visitors so I decided to go see her. Reid came with me as support I
suppose so I bought flowers and then drove to the hospital with him. I
parked and then gathered enough strength to walk in. Her parents were not
there and thank God. Siya was there with Zim's younger brother.

Hlomla: ifuna ntoni lenja apha?

-what is this dog doing here?

He asked as he got up as if he was going to do something to me.

Siya: uzay mela lento uyqalayo Hlomla?

-are you going to stand for what you're starting?

He sat down.

Me: ndinga ngena?

-can I go in?

Siya: ja..

He avoided eye contact with me so I walked into her hospital room and
then closed the door behind me. She was coughing but stopped coughing
when she saw me.

Me: hello.

Zim: hi.

Me: uhm... Are you in pain?

Zim: it's not like you care.

Me: I do.

We both exhaled.

Zim: uzothini Luphelo?

-what are you here for?

Me: ekqhaleni Zim I didn't understand why you were doing all of this or
acting this way but 4 years is a lot of time and I wasted your time. I'm sorry.
I was a different man ngoko and I guess I was so focused on my
businesses that I didn't realise I was stringing along the same woman for
that long but... Zim I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

She sniffed.
Zim: I honestly thought that by focusing on you. I was kind of sealing my
own future I didn't think for a day that you would leave me and then marry
someone you knew for barely a year. Why do men always do that shit
Luphelo? Huh? Why? Do we become less attractive as the years go by?

Me: hay Zim it's not that. Sometimes women think we remote change
ourselves for the right woman but every single woman brings out a different
man in us and we can't control that change. As men we just have to ask
ourselves which man would we rather be... And I made a choice cos nawe
Uyayazi zandi njani Zim can we not act like we don't know. I was trash.
Zim: buyiyo Kakade but you were my trash and I loved you.

-you were.

I exhaled.

Me: for the most part... I did love you too.

Zim: mxm.

Me: and I appreciate the fact that you were there when no one else was.
So uhm... Do you have

any major events coming up?

She rolled her eyes.

Zim: ha.a andikfuni kwi events zam uzondi Sebenzisa kakubi.

-I don't want you at my events you're going to affect my performance.

I laughed.

Me: no andifuni ukuya nam I just want to invest. I will give you imali to plan
an event and you keep all the profits.

-I don't want to go.

She raised her eyebrow.

Zim: what? Nyani?

-really?

Me: yeah and I could help you write a lit business plan like you helped me...
And we could get investors for your events management business.

Zim: enkosi Jama. I would appreciate that.

Me: just don't pull a stunt like this again Ndakcela. I really do care about
you Zim and I need to be held accountable as a man for not making my
intentions clear enough for you. I'm sorry again.

She wiped her eyes and then inhaled.

Zim: it's okay wethu... I guess. I just have to find a way to deal with the pain
qha I'm happy you apologized genuinely this time.

We both smiled.

Me: so ke are we good ngoku Zim? I'm trying my best.

Zim: yeah. I suppose..

She said as I reached down and hugged her then gave her the bouquet of
flowers. It felt good to have been able to finally close this chapter by doing
something for her that she has for me.

Insert 105: Nombulelo Nyamakazi

.

After Asanda left, I went upstairs to take a bath with my dear son. He’s
such an angel. So beautiful. So happy. So smart. Kumkani’s actions are a
bit too ahead of his months. He literally does things that babies his age
aren’t doing yet. At the clinic they always compliment how much attention
he pays for his age. I ran our bathwater and then we climbed into the
bathtub together. He smiled as soon as his skin touched the warm water.

Kumkani: hiiiyiiii.

He giggled before smiling. My heart danced.

Me: yancuma wena mntaka Ncumo? Yavuya wena mntaka Phelo?!

Heeeeeh Sthandwa sam. I love you! I love you more than I love your
daddy. (laughs) ungam xeleli Kodwa ke yamazi uzoqhumba. I think you’re
the most amazing human being in this entire universe. Thank you for
choosing me to be your mommy.

-you’re smiling Ncumo’s baby? You’re happy Phelo’s child? Hey my love?
Don’t tell him you know he’s going to be upset.

I tickled his stomach and then I kissed his lips and he held onto my cheeks
and blew spin bubbles.

Me: Kumkani I’m sorry I was a bitch to you. I just… I thought that since I
have you I don’t need to do much but work for the things I don’t have. But
that was unfair. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. When I look
into your eyes… And I remember the pain I went through trying to bring you
in the world… I realise that there is nothing I can’t do. You give me power. I
love you my little King and when you grow up I want you to be like Daddy…
And fuck a bit like him too ngoba yey nyana uyihlo yi Ngwenya.

-hey your Dad is a crocodile.

I giggled and then kissed his forehead.

Me: I love you Kumkani Nande Jama and I swear nothing in this world will
ever change my love for you sthandwa sam.

I said as I took my little man and then put him on my chest. He

affectionately clinged to my arms and then I kissed his hair.

We finished bathing so I got dressed. I wore my red Fila body suit with my
denim skirt and white chuck Taylor’s. I don’t care how much money you
have, Chucks will always be a necessity. I took my son and his essentials
and then I drove out in my Range Rover. Luphelo called me.

Me: baby?

Luphelo: Ntikazi?

Me: hay hay call me Mabhebheza the entire week.

He laughed.

Luphelo: hehake Majama.. Andizobe ndi bamba lonto mna kalok andiyo
Sim card.

-I won’t be holding onto that I’m not a Sim card.

Me: ingathi ngewu bayiyo ukuba ufuna impundu.

-I suggest you become one if you want ass.

Luphelo: ndibey Sim card yeyiphi network Mabhebheza?

Vodacom uright?

-which network’s Sim card should I be? Is Vodacom alright?

I laughed.

Me: u Right ukufa.

-it’s perfect.

He giggled.

Luphelo: I called to let you know I’m having a few drinks ne squad ke so I
will be back home maybe phana at 4.

Me: sure sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: Qhama will be here ke. I’m just letting you know. Are you okay
with that?

Me: I’m not even bothered.

Luphelo: yatsho iPunisher. Uzithembile.

-the Punisher has said so. You trust yourself.

Me: no I trust I’m not married to no hoe and that you know if I find you
getting in the water with some bitch you’re both gonna drown.

Luphelo: I would tell you what I would do if I found you giving away the
pussy I paid for but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Liyawuze ilanga liku
tshonele emini Majama.

-the sun would set for you during the day.

Me: Abashwe ke Jama.

-let the games begin.

He scoffed.

Luphelo: bye bye Majama.

Me: bye bye Jama.

He hung up and then I smiled when the call had ended. The power struggle
between us is so real. We both have each other’s respect.

I drove to the bank and then withdrew R25 000. If I never spoke to my
mother about this then I wouldn’t have felt the need to give her this money
but it was unfair for me to show my mother that I had R25 000 to spend on
her rapist but can’t spend it on her. So I drove to her house and then
parked at the same time that the girl from next door was parking her red
Chevrolet Spark which she apparently bought because of me. The car is
such a beauty.

Me: hi Hlumisa.

Hlumisa: hello Ncumo.

She said as we hugged.

Me: ndiyaqala ubona imoto yakho. Ayisentle.

-it’s my first time seeing your car. It’s so beautiful.

She smiled shyly as if she didn’t expect me to be so supportive.

Hlumisa: hay wethu Ncumo ndiythenge na second hand qha ndaythanda.

Ayifani nezi Benz zakho nezi Range Rover.
-I bought it second hand but I love it. It’s not like these Benz’s and Range
Rovers of yours.

Me: ngoku? Second hand or not… Intle le moto. Mna ndiske ndane luck
kuba ndi dibene nomntu one company that needed my qualifications
otherwise I’m so proud of you. Red just makes every car feel like a Ferrari.

-so? This car is beautiful. I just got lucky that I met someone that had a
company..

She giggled.

Hlumisa: jongaaa… Xandi kwi freeway ndim me accelerator bhabha.

-look… When I’m on the freeway it’s me and the accelerator.

We laughed about it as she pulled Kumkani’s cheeks and complimented

him on how cute he is.

Hlumisa: thanks wethu mntase for the compliment you gave about my car
kalok once other women get a bit of coin baya phakama and bash the rest
of us for not being on their level.

Me: mxm Hlumisa that’s not me shame I will always fix another woman’s
crown kalok talking shit about your car won’t settle ela tyala ndi nalo kwa
Absa mntaka bawo oksalayo basezoy funa I installment Yale nyanga.

-the debt I have at Absa at the end of the day they will still want this
month’s installment.

She giggled.

Hlumisa: jongaa it was nice seeing you Queen.

Me: likewise Queen. Enjoy your day.

Hlumisa: nawe.

We hugged and then went our separate ways.

.

I knocked on the door and Mommy opened.

Mommy: oh Hlalumi… Hi.

She said as she opened the door.

Me: hi.

She opened the burglar door and I walked in. Senior was innocently sitting
on the chair on the polar opposite end of the living room, drinking tea.

Me: Molo Tatazala.

Senior: Aw Lumi ka Phelo. Sapha umzukulwana.

-give me the grandchild.

Mommy: hay hay ukum ngoku.

-he’s with me now.

Senior: Patricia ndimcele kqhala.

-I asked for him first.

Mommy: hay ngoku? Khaphole wethu uzamfumana gqhiba kwakho I tea.

-so? Just chill you will get him when you finish the tea.

I sat down feeling a bit uncomfortable about Lubango and Patricia meeting
one another in private. Mommy took Kumkani so Senior got up and then he
went to stand next to her and they both gushed over their grandchild.
Senior: Pat funeka ndi hambe ngoku before akhalaze uMaka Luyanda.
Ndizok bona ke.

-I have to leave now before Luyanda’s mother complains.

I will see you.

Mommy: sure.

He hugged the both of us before leaving.

Me: Mama what is going on here?

Mommy: andisa baweli kubekho into that’s going on.

-I wish there was something..

I laughed.

Me: what do you mean?

Mommy: what I mean angel face is… We talked about it like adults and
realised that this whole flirting we used to do would be dangerous and we
should stop it. For Kumkani’s sake.

Me: so you felt something for him?

Mommy: nje kancinci wethu Hlalumi he’s good looking, funny, he can
sing… He’s smart.

I giggled.

Me: remember when you couldn’t understand why I love uLuphelo. Look at
you now.

She laughed.

Mommy: I don’t think it has anything to do with him in particular I just think
the fact that I changed my sexuality due to being raped kind of… Me being
a lesbian is fading angel face because now I’m finding a bit of healing and
learning to trust men slowly but surely. uJoy and I don’t speak as much in
fact uyandi dika she’s so damn clingy… And mna I just want to try being
with a man ngoku and he was the first man I liked after all of this so… You
have nothing to worry about as far as me being with uSenior. I will never do
that to uMaka Phelo.

Me: good Mommy… So you sound so depressed ngoku and I wonder if 25k
would help with that?

I asked as I pulled out the bag of money I got from Absa when I withdrew
the money internally.

Mommy giggled.

Mommy: hey mahn ikhona lento Yandi nqanda from ukwenza I abortion
kanti uGod beyazi ndizothiwa faaaaa nge 25k out of the blue.

-something stopped me from doing an abortion all to find out God knew I’m
going to be splashed with 25k..

I laughed as she stretched out her arms and we hugged.

Me: thank you for everything Ma and I’m sorry I even asked you about
saving uGraham.

Mommy: it’s okay angel face. I love you.

Me: I love you more.

I said as I kissed her cheek and then gave her the money.

I left Mom’s house at about 4 pm and then I drove home. It was raining
again in Port Elizabeth and the view was so amazing. I wished Luphelo
was driving because then I would relax on the passenger seat while he
shows me his side burns and sings along to my favorite songs that are
playing through the aux.

My son and I arrived at home but Luphelo was still not at home. I didn’t
even know whether or not to make dinner because I wasn’t hungry and
when I called him he wasn’t picking up the phone. So I left him a lot of
voice mails.

Me: Luphelo Jama… Sthandwa sam… Mnqundu… Mntuwam… Msunu…

Baby… Unyile… My love… Heh uzoyazi toothpaste yenkawu… Uzoyazi
nyoka ithambisa eyiphi roll on… LUPHELO PHENDULA I PHONE MAHN
YERE!! Taka Kumkani… Heeeeeeeeh Luphelo ndizok bulala unye gqhiba
ndiku batale uzondi represent’a sukundi phambanisa!!

-you are going to know a monkeys toothpaste. You are going to know
which roll on snakes use. Luphelo answer the phone man damn. Luphelo
I’m going to fucking kill you and then pay you to represent me don’t drive
me crazy.

I ended the voicemail and then threw my phone on my bed.

Me: Kumkani you’re going to be fatherless tonight mntanam I’m sorry I will
get you a nice stepdad but your biological father yena he’s dying tonight.

I said as I went to fetch some chips downstairs to keep me occupied.

Luphelo came home about an hour later and then he tried to kiss me.

Me: uvelaphi?

-where do you come from?

Luphelo: heh baby ndikxelele nje ndizoyo Sela namadoda.

-I told you I’m going to drink with the men.

Me: why ungam Bambi umnxeba? You said you are coming home at
sixteen hundred (4pm) and now it’s nineteen hundred (7pm) so what was I
supposed to think?

-why don’t you pick up the phone?

Luphelo: intoni? Baby iyandi bhida le multiple personality disorder yakho
and zonke ezi personality zakho zi bipolar. Ukhala ngemi nxeba ngathi
ungowase Transkei uphinde ubize ixesha ngathi ungowase London hay
hay yhu.

-what? Baby this multiple personality disorder of yours is confusing and all
your personalities are bipolar. You’re talking about phones as if you’re from
Transkei and then calling time as if you’re from London no no.

Me: heeeeeh.

I gave him the laugh that you give when you are so mad that all you can do
is laugh.

Luphelo: xolo kalok Mabhebheza.

-I’m sorry.

Me: no Ithi Mabhebheza kwaba bantu buhleli nabo when you couldn’t even
pick up your wife’s calls.

-say Mabhebheza to the people you were with..

Luphelo: baby I was just having fun I didn’t mean to not pick up your calls. I
know it sucks when someone does it but… Please. Forgive me.

Me: mxm.

Luphelo: baby I’m sorry ke for being late and not picking up the phone.

Me: Ska.

I said as I covered myself with the blanket and faced the other direction.

.
.

Insert 106: Sthulile Nqobile Sikhakhane (I love you ❤ )

Luphelo: Mabhebheza?

I seriously can’t explain why this name kills me. It really drives me crazy
when he says it. He’s so charming. He makes me feel like his girlfriend all
over again and honestly being a girlfriend is really fun. I understand being a
wife looks good because you have the ring but ladies… The feeling of
being someone’s girlfriend is so

amazing. To be a girlfriend that is well taken care of, loved and respected
feels so amazing. To be intomb’ yomntu. I respect the girlfriend title just as
much as I respect the wife title.

Me: hm?

Luphelo: ndicela undi jonge.

-please look at me.

I turned to face him and begged myself not to smile just by seeing his face
and passed. His phone rang so he answered it on loudspeaker.

Luphelo: hello?
Reid: ey Jama kuthiwa mandik bize Uzobuya ngoba hay ku lit ngumsunu
kanyoko. Yi party yamadoda ane black cards.

-they say I must call you so you can come back because no it’s lit it’s your
mother’s ass. It’s a party for men with black cards.

He giggled lightly.

Luphelo: andizi Reid ndoda ndisa cengana nalo sisi ndimtshatileyo.

-I’m not coming Reid man I’m still pleading with this sister that I married.

He smiled at me and I covered my face with my hands.

Reid: hehake Ridge Forester khayeke umdala for uba whipped.

-you’re too old to be whipped.

Luphelo: bye bye Reid.

He said as he hung up and then put his phone down on the bed. Luphelo is
really easily annoyed and impatient when it comes to his friends and that’s
why he didn’t find humor in Reid criticizing him for being whipped. At this

age, it’s amazing to find a man who doesn’t feel a need to impress his
friends.

Me: I’m not upset that you came home late I’m just upset you didn’t pick up
the phone because I was worried sick about you kalok Mqocwa. Anything
can happen endleleni.

-on the way.

Luphelo: I understand nam kalok Sthandwa sam. I’m sorry. It won’t happen
again.

Me: thank you my love.

Luphelo: ndincamise ke.

-kiss me then.

I grew goosebumps as soon as he made that gentle command. I pecked

his lips and then we hugged for a while. It really felt good to make that
contact with my husband whose hands were firmly grabbing my butt
cheeks. He loves ass. So I decided to give it to him without him asking. I
took his belt off and then pulled his pants off his legs and then pulled his
penis out.

Luphelo: usi phathe kakuhle iskhali.

-do handle the weapon carefully.

I love it when we make use of his clan names to set the mood.

Me: ndivile Mazembe.

-I’ve heard you.

I said as I got down on my knees and then sucked his penis while he
exhaled on the edge of the bed.

Me: baby biyi malin Lobola lam? -how much was my Lobola? Luphelo:
akumelanga Uyayazi baby. -you aren’t supposed to know.

I gave him a hand job before straddling his lap and then sitting on his penis
in the “woman on top” position. He moaned as I rode him.

Me: if you don’t tell me I’m climbing off Jama I promise.

Luphelo: baby I can’t…(I climb off his dick) Okay okay ke baby!! Fine… I
paid R50 000.

Me: 50k? Not bad Mr Jama. Not bad at all. Thank you.

Luphelo: I thought Buzo cimba incinci.

-you were going to think it’s little.

Me: obviously we ladies like to think we’re worth 7 figures but ke… The
reality is we’re going to be bought in
5. So I’m quite happy with my price seeing that my mother received all
of that money and we didn’t spend it on the wedding.

I said as I kissed him so he pinned me down onto the bed and then he
entered me missionary style and we had sex. We had two rounds before
lying in each other’s arms, talking about the case before Luphelo’s phone
rang. He answered on loudspeaker. It was Luyanda.

Luphelo: bhuti?

Luyanda: ey Pabbles uyazala uSihle ngoku ndicela wena no Majama nize

esbedlele. Mercantile.

-Sihle is giving birth now can you and Majama please come to the hospital.

Luphelo: moja bawo.

Luyanda: shot.

He hung up so Luphelo and I quickly got dressed, took Kumie and then we
walked out.

When we arrived at the hospital, the Jama family literally came in with I
gwijo which is an African hymn. This family is so black and I love it. We
invade white spaces with our black culture.

Jama’s:

Ngu Sihle lo!

Abamaziyo!
Aba zange bambone!

(claps)

Abazange bambone! X2.

I looked at them like they were crazy until my husband joined his insane
family so I kissed Kumkani’s cheek who was inevitably awake.

Me: baby I know you’re related to all of these people but please do not be
like them, okay! I’m sorry I had to give you these people as your family I
should have been more considerate to your mental health mntanam I’m
sorry.

I kissed his forehead as oJama sang their African Hymns until Luyanda
said they should probably stop before they get thrown out since hospitals
don’t tolerate noise. We

finally walked into the hospital and Luyanda led us to the maternity ward
side and we waited in their waiting room. Luthando bought coffee for
everyone and then took Kumkani from me just to take the load off me since
he could tell I was a bit tired of Kumkani’s restlessness.

Madlamini: eh family I just want to let you all know while we’re here… I am
filing for a divorce.

Ma: haibo Madlamini why?!

Madlamini: because after the baby shower… unyana wena undiqhwabile.

-your son slapped me.

Luyanda: bendi qhala Madlamini and I told you I’m sorry.

You were provoking me.

-it was my first time.

Madlamini: so just because it was your first time it makes it right?

Ma: Madlamini ndiyaybona ukuba yikaka Lena yenziwe ngu Luyanda but I
divorce ngenxa ye mpama mntanam?

-I can see that what Luyanda did was shit but a divorce because of a slap
my child?

Madlamini scoffed.

Madlamini: if lonto biyenzeke ku Lusanda or uSihle wenu ngekudala

nimbethile umnyeni wakhe nathumela u Luthando no Luphelo bayombetha
but kuba indim aniyboni ukba yinxaki lento yenziwe ngu Luyanda. And…
Ndifuna uLuphelo abeyi divorce lawyer yam.

-if that happened to Lusanda and Sihle you would have beaten their
husband’s and sent Luthando and Luphelo to beat them up but because it’s
me you don’t see that what Luyanda did was a problem. I want Luphelo to
be my divorce lawyer.

Luyanda: unxilile uyeke u brother wam. Ubuzom afford’a njan u Finisher

futhi ptsek.

-you’re drunk leave my brother alone. How were you going to afford
Finisher anyway.

Madlamini: noko a divorce case isn’t so expensive so I would be willing to

pay R80 000 max to have the Finisher on my case and that’s because I
make more money than you and the house belongs to me so I don’t want to
end up losing my hard earned assets.

Luphelo: andizokwazi Madlamini.

-I can’t.

Madlamini: andizok ncama. And wena ke… Please find a place to stay from
now on.

-I’m not going to give up on you.

She said as she took her car and house keys from Luyanda and then
walked out. That was so damn embarrassing.
.

Sihle and I had always promised one another that we would give our
children similar names when we become mothers. That was my idea. And I
never knew that she actually meant it when she agreed to it. Goes to show
how Sihle is truly a great friend. She’s a woman of her word and has the
loyalty of a good dog. And for that I will always love her. I hadn’t forgotten
that promise but I thought we had outgrown that promise. But we didn’t and
I was beyond happy.

We were all allowed to come and see her so we walked into her room while
she held her daughter. She looked so exhausted. Somehow the family
knew that it was more

important for me to hold the baby first since Sihle is my best friend and this
child is practically my first grandchild.

Me: Sihle baby you look so beautiful.

I said as I hugged and then kissed her forehead.

Sihle: sandbhanxi.

-you’re fooling me.

Me: tu kanti. Congrats mommy.

Sihle: thanks baby.

She said as I took her baby from her. Luphelo: ngubani Gama lakhe? -
whats her name?

Sihle: Nkosazana Zenande Cingani. But we’ll be calling her Zana.

Me: you kept the promise you made to me bruh?

She nodded before we both giggled. I was so overwhelmed.

Me: enkosi Sihle. I love you. And uPrincess is so beautiful.

She smiled.

Sihle: I love you too mntase. Thank you.

She said as we hugged and then the whole family finally had their chance
to hold u baby Zana. By the way, she’s so adorable.

We went home in the early hours of the morning and Luphelo was tired. I
was really worried about how he’s going to be at court but luckily he said
they received a day off and the trial would resume on Tuesday and that’s
why he stayed so long at the hospital.

He woke up at about 9 am and then he went to run his bathwater so since

Kumkani was sleeping, I followed Luphelo to the en suite and then I
brushed my teeth before greeting him.

Me: Molo.

Luphelo: hey.

He was so chilled against the bathtub. Arms wide open exposing his chest.
I climbed into the bathtub and then sat between his legs.

Me: I’m so worried about what’s going on between uLuyanda no Madlamini.

Luphelo: uzofunda unga phathi kumntu obhinqileyo.

-he’ll learn not to touch a woman.

I exhaled.

Me: if Madlamini actually goes through this… She has my respect. I mean
throwing away an entire marriage… After years Because of one slap is
brave.

Luphelo: I Stan. But ke uLuyanda will be living eHumewood no Luthando

ngoku. I never knew impama is so serious it could take you from being the
man of the house to sharing your little brothers condo.

Me: hay kubi mntuwam.

-its bad.

I said as we continued bathing. I heard Kumkani waking up so I dried

myself and cut my bath short just to attend to him. I decided to breast feed
him this time since I had been staying away from alcohol and besides I was
too lazy to make his formula. I heard Luphelo’s phone vibrate so I took it to
check who was texting us. It was a woman named “Sinesipho” and her
message was “meet u today @13:00 pm in your office then. Only time I will
be free”.

I heard him come out of the bathwater so I marked the message as unread
and then put his phone down. He came out of the en suite in his towel and
then walked into his closet. I followed him.

Me: have you checked up on uZim?

Luphelo: yeah. We talked and I said I would invest in an event of hers just
to… Return the favor I suppose.

Me: Oh. How did she take that?

Luphelo: I think it helped.

Me: okay good. I suppose she won’t be bothering us anymore.

Luphelo: yeah I highly doubt.

I nodded as I walked out of his closet with his son.

.

°° Sinesipho’s perspective °°

I went to Luphelo’s office at 13:00 pm like I promised. I’m very punctual.

And I’m not used to men who actually keep time so I was pleasantly
surprised when I saw that he’s punctual as well. It shows good manners.
He was

listening to The Migo’s and I can’t say I didn’t expect it from him. Luphelo is
the only advocate I know that has a fade with stripes and is known for
hitting the Thuso Phala after winning a case. Nothing he does will ever get
any surprising to me… Or even cooler.

Me: good afternoon.

Luphelo: molo.

He stood up and then hugged me. Have you ever been hugged by a man
and you can already tell that he probably fucks shit up in the sheets just by
how he holds you? And I’m a woman that is sexually liberated. I have slept
with about 20 men in this year alone and I don’t consider myself a whore. I
just choose to put the pussy that God has given me to good use
irrespective of what society thinks about me. We will all die. The difference
between my death and a “good girls” death is that hers will be filled with
regrets. Mine won’t be. I’m like a Zodwa Wabantu with a degree in law and
I don’t think women like ourselves deserve to be judged for doing the same
thing that men do and for wearing whatever we want to wear.

It’s certainly amazing to see what he’s built like beneath that black gown.
Honestly the High Court should allow

Advocate Jama to do his job in tight fitted tracksuits. He looks so different

when he’s in his casual wear. I’m impressed although I won’t tell him. He’s
too arrogant and I will just be adding fuel to his fire.
Me: so what did you call me here for?

Luphelo: uBrother wam uzobane divorce ngoku ebendi cele ndim fumanele
I lawyer e ntswembu ngoku ndi cinga ukuba wena unga grand.

-my brother is having a divorce so he asked me to get him a good lawyer

so I thought you’d be good.

Me: why would you think so?

Luphelo: so you want me to Flatter you?

Me: maybe?

Luphelo: anzo yenza lonto.

-I’m not going to do that.

Me: then I’m not going to represent your brother.

Luphelo: okay. I will find another lawyer ke Kakade it’s not that hard to find
a divorce lawyer it’s the easiest shit in the world. What I called you here for
is because I wanted to make a deal with you. Your client is guilty. You

can’t possibly allow him to walk knowing that he did what he did.

Me: am I scaring you Finisher Jama?

Luphelo: no. You’re good but no. I fuck shit up.

Me: then why are you trying to cut a deal with me?

Scared you will lose?

Luphelo: I will win this case but it’s a matter of the length of the sentence
that I’m worried about. I can give him maybe… 30 years. But I want to
make sure he never sees the light of day and if we work together that can
be possible.
I exhaled.

Me: so I have to lose while you keep up your streak?

Luphelo: I have a streak in murder cases. Not this type of shit.

He said as he tensed his eyebrows. He’s certainly a beautiful man.

Me: oh… Luphelo umhle uyevah?

-you’re handsome.

He was certainly taken off guard by that.

Luphelo: thank you.

Me: I think… You and I should definitely do this deal if you just fuck me.

He laughed. I didn’t know if it was out of nervousness or shock or he was

really amused but he laughed at my offer.

Luphelo: uSerious?

-are you serious?

Me: I’m as serious as a verdict. Men cut these deals with women all the
time so what’s wrong with me doing it?

Luphelo: I’m not complaining… It’s a good offer but I’m married and my
wife has multiple personalities and one of them… Could kill the both of us.
And I love her so I’m good.

I scoffed before getting up and then locking the door. He looked at me with
a raised eyebrow. I think he wanted to stop me but at the same time he
wanted to see what I was going to do so he became paralysed. Men.

Me: Look… Luphelo working with you is distracting. I want to fuck you
every single time you twist a witness’s testimony it’s sexy. So fuck me…
And you will get your wish. Together we will give this dude 100 years even.
I said as I unzipped my jumpsuit and exposed my assets. He stared at my
body but didn’t even flinch however his dick was swollen… I was giving him
life but something in him snapped. Maybe he regained his sense.

Luphelo: nxiba Sinesipho! Nxiba.

-get dressed.

Me: what now?!

Luphelo: nxiba nditshatile fondin mna!

-get dressed I’m married.

He frantically got up and then he went to unlock the door. On his way from
the door to his desk, it opened and a thick light skinned woman carrying a
baby and a Steers take away bag walked in. Looking confused. First thing
she did was to look at me and then she subtly looked down at his dick print
which he covered by putting his hands in his pocket and adjusting it. She
then exhaled. She didn’t suspect anything.

Me: Hello Mrs Jama.

Her: Hi.

She smiled.

Me: I will see you tomorrow in court ke Adv Jay.

Luphelo: yeah moja. Please consider representing my brother.

Me: sure.

I said as I walked out. Luphelo’s ancestors truly work overtime because he

probably sensed that shit was about to go down hence he unlocked the
door.

.
.

Insert 107: Lebogang TJ Lechelele

Sinesipho left and then closed the door behind her, leaving me face to face
with my husband.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi.

Something about that encounter didn’t sit well with me. Kumkani was so
excited to see Daddy that he tried wiggling out of my arms so Luphelo took
him and then kissed his son as he made his way back to his seat and then
put Kumkani on his lap where he had placed his dick to cover it.

Me: your penis is hard.

Luphelo: no it’s not baby it’s just a bad angle.

Me: I suppose having a huge dick is a blessing and a curse huh cos u
batywa kwakho wena everyone can see.
-when you get horny.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: okay fine… Ndi batyiwe but Hlalumi you know I think about sex all
the time. You know this Better than anyone and that’s why I wanna fuck
every single night.

Me: no but Luphelo… I’m not stupid. I know you. She turned you on and
that’s why you were standing up when I came in. If you had innocently just
gotten horny

you would have never stood up cos you would want to hide it. Erections in
public embarrass you.

He wiped his face and then exhaled.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza? Awubaweli ubay Detective?

-don’t you want to be a detective?

I shot a warning stare at him and he apologized.

Me: sukundi dika mahn Luphelo what the fuck happened in here?

-don’t annoy me.

Luphelo: baby andiyazi kuqhubeka ntoni no Sinesipho inoba une Aids

ngoku ufuna ukuyi sasaza ngoba ndithe kuye masenze I deal to make sure
the rapist of this trial gets a larger sentence and I wanted a lawyer for
uLuyanda wathi yena uzay vuma le deal ukuba ndimnike impundu
ndamxelela ukuba ezam impundu Zine owner kalok engu Maka Kumkani
and akaphisi Wandi khuphela I bomb wayibeka phezkwe tafile-

-baby I don’t know what’s going on with Sinesipho maybe she has Aids
now she wants to spread it because I told her let’s make a deal… And she
said she will agree to this deal if I give her ass and I told her my ass has an
owner
and she doesn’t share and she took out a bomb and put it on the table-

Me: okay so now we’re at the fictional stage of your story. Continue.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: she undressed in front of me.

Me: so you saw her naked?

Luphelo: yes.

Me: and that’s what… Wow Luphelo. Sapha unyana wam.

-give me my son.

I said as I went around to take uKumkani from his damn sperm donor.

Luphelo: Hlalumi this is why I don’t tell you things. You always have this
reaction although I didn’t do anything.

Me: you’re a husband Luphelo. Ezinye izinto shouldn’t be happening for

fucks sakes. I knew as soon as I saw her message that shit like this was
gonna happen.

Luphelo: ujonga I phone yam ngoku Hlalumi?

-you’re looking at my phone now?

Me: it’s our phone Luphelo. We’re married. If une nxaki nalonto take your
ring back. Nantsi yi thathe.

-if you have a problem with that…here take it.

I said as I put my left hand up.

Luphelo: yafuna uphinde umithe Hlalumi?

-do you want to fall pregnant again?

Me: hayi.

-no.

Luphelo: ingathi ngewu thula ke or kanye ndawuk mithisa unye mna.

Ngoba ndiku cacisele imeko and I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want me
to do at this point. I didn’t fuck her. And I will never fuck another woman
besides you.

-then I suggest you keep quiet or I will impregnate you.

Because I explained the situation.

Me: okay.

I took my things and then walked out of his office with his son.

I arrived at home and then changed Kumkani’s diaper. I fed him and then
put him on his high chair while I made his father’s dinner. Honestly this shit
sucks. Having to cook dinner for a man you aren’t talking to sucks but we’re
married so I can’t not cook everytime we have an argument… For the rest
of our lives Luphelo came home with a new weave as promised that he
owes me hair for everytime we argue about a woman and I love this
suggestion.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam ndicela unga pheki xawundi qhumbele… I don’t

deserve to be cooked for after what happened.

-please don’t cook when you’re mad at me.

Me: be careful because at the rate you’re annoying me lately it seems like
you will lose weight.

Luphelo: Uyayazi Mos ukuba ndiyakthanda nje Ntikazi.

-you know that I Love you though.

He said as he towered over me and then backed me up against the kitchen

counter.

Me: Mabhebheza..

I whispered and he laughed.

Luphelo: ndiyakthanda Mabhebheza.

-I love you.

Me: I love you too.

He kissed me and put his hand in my underwear and played with my pussy.
I swear to God I have the most sexual husband in the world. Even his
kisses have to be accompanied by putting his hand in my underwear. He
then took his hand out, put me on the counter and then he pulled my
underwear down. Once it was off he sucked my pussy. I held onto the back
of his head while he used the tip of his tongue to lick my clit and I moaned
lightly. Once he was done sucking, I dished up for us. We ate, put the
dishes in the dishwasher and then we went to the bedroom with our son
who was starting to cry due to being sleepy so I put him down in his own
bedroom while Luphelo took a bath. When I came back to our bedroom
Luphelo Jama was going through my phone. It was the sexiest thing in the
world to find an entire crocodile, wearing just his towel around his waist
snooping through his wife’s phone while it was connected to the charger.
His abs.

Me: uya Linda ngoku Ngewenya?

-you’re keeping tabs now?

Luphelo: I’m just going through our phone. This message you sent to u
Lelethu is so interesting. “yhu chomi sadiki uLuphelo etshonge ntloko
enkulu ngathi yakhiwe eJama Constructions. Yhu ha.a sana chomi inoba I
7 figures uyifumene ngo thengisa la ntloko”.
-friend Luphelo is so annoying with a head that’s big as if it was built at
Jama Constructions. Friend perhaps he got his 7 figures from selling that
head.

We both laughed but Luphelo really found that funny.

Luphelo: yeses Hlalumi you’re crazy.

He said as I went to sit behind him on the bed and then I kissed his back
and wrapped my arms around him. He smelt really good.

Me: baby I am literally so scared of losing the tight relationship we have its
not even funny. I don’t want another bitch to be attractive in your eyes.

Luphelo: attractive women are everywhere Mamakhe but I have one wife.
So relax I know where home is.

Me: promise?

Luphelo: promise.

He picky swore before he continued looking through my phone and I

relaxed knowing I had nothing to hide from my husband. Loyalty is so
relaxing. ♀

Luphelo’s phone rang in the morning. He picked up.

Luphelo: Mkhuluwa?

-big brother?

Luthando: Mninawa khathethe no Mkhuluwa wakho undi dikile apha.

Uyadika ubhuti apha and I was given le condo ngu Majama ukuba
mandihlale ndodwa. Andiyazi sendizo hlala nalomntu ngoku ungandi
hloniphiyo kuba emisa ngoba yi condo yakho Lena.

-little brother please speak to your big brother he’s annoying me here. I was
given this condo by Majama for me to live alone. I don’t know why I’m living
with this person who doesn’t respect me since he’s on about the fact that
this is your condo.

Luphelo exhaled.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza?

Me: Mhm?

Luphelo: oBhuti bakho bayalwa and mna ndifuna ukulala so ndicela u

solve’e apha.

-your big brothers are fighting and I want to sleep so please solve this.

He passed the phone to me so I inhaled and then pressed the phone

against my ear.

Me: Bhut Luthando wenzani uBhut Luyanda?

-what’s Luyanda doing?

Luthando: silwa nge TV. Upheka anga vasi zitya.. Uya nxola… Undi philisa
kakubi Hlalumi.

-we fight over the TV. He cooks and doesn’t wash dishes.

He’s loud. He just makes it hard for me to live.

Me: please give him the phone.

He gave Luyanda the phone.

Luyanda: Majama?

Me: Hi bhuti are you good?

Luyanda: ewe wena?

Me: not really… Bhut Luyanda uyakhalaza apha uLuthando ukba

awumhlalisi kamnandi kwi condo and I

really think you two should try to co exist ngoba I gave the condo kuye so
he is supposed to feel at home phana. It’s his space… So I’m begging you
to meet your brother halfway and give him the respect he deserves-

Luyanda:

But kalok makazenzi ingathi nge yakhe ekubeni iyi condo ka brother wethu.

-he must not make it as if it’s his when it’s our brother’s condo.

Me: that’s not the point kalok bhuti the point is… The condo belongs to him
and he isn’t being unreasonable. You are being unreasonable. So
Ndakcela bhuti womyeni wam… Be fair okay? I love you both so much and
I don’t want to pick sides but please nibadala. Find a way to share that
condo with respect.

He exhaled.

Luyanda: I will apologize ke.

Me: good. I love you.

Luyanda: I love you too.

Me: please give Luthando the phone.

He gave Luthando the phone.

Luthando: Majama?

Me: I think I solved it ke bhuti. Let me know what happens.

Luthando: okay ke Hlalumi.

Me: I love you.

Luthando: I love you too.

Me: bye.

Luthando: bye.

He hung up and then I went to Kumkani’s room to check up on him. He was

out. Looking so angelic so I took him and then put him between mommy
and daddy.

Insert 108: Likho Msizi

I was woken up by the view of my husband bonding with our baby on the
edge of the bed. It was nothing new to me but he’s usually busy in the
mornings trying to get ready for the day ahead of him that he barely has
time to talk to his baby but on this morning… He finally did make time. So I
sat upright and watched them as Luphelo took Kumkani and then
disappeared into the en suite with him. I got up and then did our bed before
Luphelo’s phone rang. Sinesipho was calling us.

Me: yes?

Sinesipho: hi Mrs Jama. May I please speak to your husband?

Me: after what happened yesterday I believe it’s best if you speak to me.

She giggled.

Sinesipho: so he told you?

Me: yes. I’m quite disgusted that a woman would randomly offer a man she
barely knows a chance to enter her body. And even show it to him.

Sinesipho: I’m literally immune to society’s thoughts about how I choose to

live my life. It really wasn’t anything personal. You’re married to the
Finisher so I suggest you get used to things like this. I’m certainly not the
first or the last woman that took or is going to take a chance at him. And
one is going to be successful.

I exhaled.

Me: what do you want wethu Sinesipho?

Sinesipho: I wanted to tell him that I’m going to represent his brother.

Me: and what about the deal?

Sinesipho: about the deal… There will be no deal. He will just have to-

Me: ininzi lento uythethayo ngoku and ndikuvile akho deal so bye bye.

-what you’re saying is too much now and I heard you there’s no deal.

I dismissed her and then hung up. I put Luphelo’s phone down and then
went into the en suite where my boys were taking a bath. Kumkani was
typically smiling, holding onto Daddy’s biceps. I greeted them, brushed my
teeth and then climbed into the bathwater with them. I took Kumkani and
then I breastfed him in the bathtub. Luphelo received an erection
immediately.

Luphelo: baby ndicela uhlale kwi edge.

-please sit on the edge.

Me: why?

Luphelo: please.

I exhaled before sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

Luphelo: vula imilenze.

-open your legs.

A tingle went down my spine. Luphelo is so raw with his requests. He

makes you understand unambiguously what he wants and that’s what is so
sexy about it. I opened my legs as he asked me to and then iNgwenya
came closer to me while Kumkani was facing the opposite direction and
then he ate my pussy while I was breastfeeding on the edge of the bathtub.
I moaned as my husband muffed me until my right leg started shaking. He
ate me until I

creamed and he cleaned that up with his hand which heightened my

pleasure since it felt like he was playing with my pussy. I was exhausted
just from trying to get the feeling to subside alone but Luphelo wasn’t done.
He told me to ride him so we had sex in the “woman on top” position while I
held Kumkani against my chest so that he could face the opposite direction.
When he came, we bathed ourselves and our baby then we got out of the
bathtub.

.
I ironed Luphelo’s clothes for him while he did nothing but kiss me as I
ironed his clothes. Kumkani yena was strapped on my back.

Me: uSinesipho called us ke Mqocwa. She said she will represent

uLuyanda but she won’t take the deal.

Luphelo: mqund wakhe. Fuck uyandi capukisa! -she’s pissing me off.

He said as he grabbed his 10 kg dumbell and handled it like it was nothing.

Luphelo: yazi baby this case is going okay but fuck I’m not used to feeling
so weak. I’m not used to walking out of the court not feeling good about my
performance.

Me: Jama since when do you make deals with little girls?

Who the fuck are you?

Luphelo: uNgwenya.

Me: have you ever seen a crocodile negotiate with a deer?

Luphelo: no.

Me: you’re the devils advocate wena. Usiskhali esikhala kahle. Izembe.
Ubutsolo bentonga. You could probably put the devil out on a 5 year
probation for all of his crimes just by claiming that the devil is left handed.
So Sinesipho isn’t shit compared to you, uvile?

-a weapon that makes a beautiful noise. An axe. The sharpest point of the
stick..

Luphelo: ndivile Majama.

-I heard.

Me: fika pha uqhumise uthuli gqhiba ugoduke uzotya impundu

ozithengileyo.

-go there and blow dust then come back and fuck the ass you bought.
Luphelo: haike haike Majama!

Luphelo is so chilled but I know when my hype works on him. I gave him
his clothes and then I helped him get dressed and then gave him a
shoulder rub.

Me: I love you.

Luphelo: I love you more.

Me: ungabi weak.

-don’t be weak.

Luphelo: Soze.

-never.

He said as he kissed uKumkani and then he kissed me. He then said

goodbye and left without eating breakfast.

I went to visit uSihle at the hospital because she was still not discharged
yet. uZana was still being treated for jaundice so they were going to be kept
until her

condition is cleared. After visiting Sihle, Lelethu called me.

Me: Nxilakazi?

-drunkard.

Lelethu: Awuthethi.
-you aren’t speaking.

We laughed.

Me: why did you call me?

Lelethu: let’s go shopping bruh I’m a bit stressed and I need a break.

Me: so do we take the beasts or the Germans?

Lelethu: the Beasts Mos definitely.

Me: aike Moja bawo. What time?

Lelethu: in like 3 hours mntase.

Me: no problem babes. Where?

Lelethu: we’ll see but I think we should start eMoffet on Main.

Me: sure ke. Bye bye.

Lelethu: bye.

I hung up and then drove home where Luphelo called me.

Me: baby?

Luphelo: Mabhebheza ndicela uyo attend’a imeeting eJama Constructions

it’s financial planning related. I can’t make it.

-please attend a meeting at Jama Constructions.

Me: okay sure. I’m going shopping today ke.

Luphelo: okay baby. Ngay libali bloomas ye lace.

-don’t forget lace panties.

I laughed.
Me: oooh Luphelo. Ok sure bye.

He giggled.

Luphelo: bye.

I hung up and then packed Kumkani’s bag before getting dressed in a white
lacy body suit with my blue ripped jeans, black pointed red bottoms and
brown oversized trench coat since it was cold and my husband’s gold
chain. It’s quite heavy. He’s gonna kill me but hey whatever. Then I took
Kumkani to the Range Rover and drove to Luphelo’s home to drop him off
before driving

to Jama Constructions while blasting Ariana Grande’s “7 Rings”.

Lelethu met me at Jama Constructions when I was done instead because

we wanted to race one another as usual. And honestly she will never see
the day when she beats me at a drag race. Speed is nothing to me. I don’t
even scream that much when I get onto a Rollercoaster.

We finally arrived at Moffett on Main and our first stop was Aldo.

Lelethu: li card lika bani eli uzali Sebenzisa?

-whose card are you going to use?

Me: Elam kalok.

-mine.

Lelethu: okay sure.

Me: moja bawo. But ke mntase umbuzile usamile… Yimalini daily limit
yakho cos eyam yi R5000.

-but the question still stands… How much is your daily limit cos mine is
R5000.

Lelethu: mine is R8000.

We laughed about it because we had temporarily forgotten about that.

Lelethu: masambe kalok siyo khupha imali phakathi .

-let’s go withdraw money internally.

Me: okay but I’m thinking Masi bezi blesser fondin namhlanje sithengele
oTata babantwana bethu izinto.

-let’s be blessers today and buy things for our baby daddys.

Lelethu: that’s sweet mntase but no Basile amadoda. In fact let me use his
card instead. So uzothini wena? Do you still want to withdraw?

I laughed.

Me: yeah let’s do that.

I said as we made our way to the bank. I withdrew the money I needed and
then we started shopping. Even Lelethu changed her mind about using
Reid’s card and instead used her own and we had a blast buying clothes
and jewelry that we wanted. It was a very rewarding feeling to be a woman
who can afford her own clothes and it doesn’t matter if your clothes are
from Jet or they

are from Zara. If you bought those clothes with your own money then I
Stan. You’re the shit sis. You deserve a crown. You have my respect.

It is not easy to remove the mental chains placed on us by patriarchy that

makes us reliant on men so any woman who takes the first step in doing so
deserves respect. I respect all women who hustle. It doesn’t matter the
hustle. What matters is the principle and the reluctance to allow yourself to
be needy on a man whose time with you remains unknown. My respect for
women who want their own things runs so deeply that I respect even the
women who are currently unemployed but can’t sleep at night because they
know dependence on a man is like drinking poison through a straw. It may
not kill you now. Hell it might even be Strawberry flavored but eventually
that poison will kill you. Dependence is slow poison ladies. Do not allow
your circumstances to weaken you.

After spending time with Lelethu, I went to fetch my son uKumkani from his
grandparents’ house. He was sitting

on Senior’s lap and they look so alike because Luphelo looks like his father
and Kumkani looks like his father.

Senior: jonga Hlalumi kuphele I Air Freshner zethu apha ngoba kalok
uKumkani utsho ngomsuzo we breadwinner apha oko siflita but dololo.
Lamsuzo ka Kumkani uvuse inyongo yam funeka ndosela I pillis mna
ngoku so Ndakcela please ungaphinde umzise apha uKumkani yingozi.

-look Hlalumi we are out of Air Freshners here because Kumkani produced
the fart of a breadwinner so we’ve been spraying all along to no avail. That
fart brought back my bile so I need to take my pills so please don’t bring
Kumkani here again he’s dangerous.

I laughed hysterically.

Me: hehake Tata simthini ke ngoku thina?

-what must we do with him?

Senior: get a nanny tyin.

I giggled as I took Kumie.

Me: enkosi Tata.

Senior: sure Majama.

I said my goodbyes to them and then walked out with my son and drove
home. Lelethu called me when I was at home and told me that we should
take our boyfriends out so I agreed and told uLuphelo so it was a date.
When he came home, he got dressed and then we left Kumkani with
Kungawo’s nanny. Obviously Daddy wasn’t too happy about that but he
learnt to relax on our way to Cubana.

I’m a huge fan of double dates. Double dates with a couple that has the
same vibe as you and your man do. The same goals and both relationships
are steady. It’s amazing. No one is jealous of anyone. It’s just good adult
time all around.

We received our menu’s and placed our orders. Luphelo requested the
hookah for me since I don’t want to drink. And that’s my husband guys.
Nigga wants me to have fun at all times so Lelethu and I smoked before
Ariana Grande’s “7 Rings” came on.

Me: My wrist, stop watchin’, my neck is flossy

Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin’

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got
it (Yeah)

I sang as I twerked in my husband’s face and he took his sunglasses off to

look at my ass and didn’t say a word. That move drove Lethu crazy.

Lelethu: hay jonga I can already imagine your guys sex life.

Luphelo: kuyafiwa pha mntanam.

-it’s deadly over there my child.

Reid: fondin kwalonto uFinisher wonke atshate Saku ncama.

-the mere fact that the whole Finisher got married we had given up on you.

Luphelo: hay mntanam ndithi ndi ngena endlini sendi phoselwa impundu.
Sine stripper pole eroomini.

Lelethu: ha.a Luphelo please keep quiet otherwise uReid is going to have
expectations. I can’t dance to save my life so what am I gonna do with a
stripper pole?

Me: you don’t even need all that experience just drink wine uzoba right
what’s important is being comfortable qha. Your husband will appreciate it.

Luphelo: uyaxoka uHlalumi fondin uya twerk’a lomntu.

-Hlalumi is lying this person can twerk.

We laughed.

Me: hay mahn Luphelo.

Reid: Hlalumi teach my wife how to twerk qha wena ibeyilonto.

Me: Uyafuna mntase?

-do you want to?

Lelethu: I don’t see why not. Reid has been such a good husband lately he
deserves it.

She said as she kissed her husband. They are so in love.

Luphelo: sobe siphi ke ngoku thina xani fundisana u twerk’a?

-where will we be when you guys teach each other how to twerk?
Lelethu: oh Luphelo usisfebe. We want to be alone.

-you’re a pervert.

We laughed.

Reid: it’s a good question though. We want to be there.

Lelethu: is it fine Lumi?

Me: yeah it’s fine.

Luphelo: ndakcela ke Reid njayam umntu ajonge emfazini wakhe

akhomntu uli gxwem phakathi kwam nawe.

-I’m begging you Reid my dawg a person must look at his own wife there is
no one that’s cross sighted between you and I.

We laughed as the tequila shots they ordered came. Reid: awuzo Sela
nyan Maka Buli? -aren’t you going to drink?

We all laughed.

Me: sund qhela Reid mahn. But I’m not gonna drink. I’m doing this for
Kumkani Jama. His mommy loves him more
than she loves alcohol. ✊

Lelethu: akasa seli ke ngoku uTaka Kumkani yena.

-Kumkani’s father is drinking in the meantime.

Luphelo: umunca ne tray.

-he’s even licking the tray.

Me: I’m good wethu guys. I’m even not gonna smoke. I’m good.

They finally left me alone and drank their shots while I watched.
Unbothered. This is for Kumkani.
.

Insert 109: Lungile Pepe Gule

Our food finally arrived so we all started eating.

Me: so guys as people who have been married for almost a decade I need
to ask what is the key to longevity in a relationship?

Reid: effort. Give your partner what you know your partner likes and don’t
let yourself go. If you know umntu wakho likes to see you twerk then
twerk… And nawe Jama if you know uMajama likes 7 figures then show
her your 7 figures fondin. Just continue making an effort until death do you
part.

Lelethu: and communication bantase. Communicate respectfully and

clearly… There is nothing that makes couples argue quite like
miscommunication.

Reid: and acceptance guys.

He said as he looked at Lelethu and they smiled at one another.

Reid: accept your spouse wholeheartedly and they will never let you go.

Luphelo and I looked at one another.

Us: Mxm.

Me: I get that but andikayi accept’I Lena intloko ka Luphelo.

-I haven’t accepted Luphelo’s head.

Luphelo: askhulu isbunzi awulinganwa nangu “one size fits all” womnqwazi
but Ndithule mna andi thethi.

-your forehead is so big even “one size fits all” of a hat doesn’t fit you but
I’m quiet I don’t say anything.

We burst out laughing before we kissed each other.

We’re so stupid.

Lelethu: how’s the case going Jama? Are you okay?

Luphelo: yeah I’m okay I’m just not feeling like myself lately. It’s tough.

Lelethu: uzoba right Kodwa Luphelo Yaz when uHlalumi told me you of all
people took a rape case again… I decided to apply to write my board
exams cos I’m tired of just being a damn legal advisor. I’m tired of being
scared of failing them again so yeah.

-you will be alright though.

Luphelo: qondile? Board exams are not so hard Lethu I promise. They are
just tricky as fuck but I can lecture you according to how they ask those
questions.

Lelethu beamed.

Lelethu: really?
Luphelo: yeah really.

Lelethu: hay jonga I would be so grateful. Kalok uMans passed his board
exam ngo 82% and was so upset about that kanti mna I got 44%.

We laughed.

Luphelo: hay fondin you know I was used to 90’s.

The music changed so “Ntabezi kude” by Sun El Musician and Simmy

came on. I lost my morals so I got up and then took my husband with me to
the dance floor where we danced together. It was fun. After we shared the
dance, we went back to finish our meal and then we called the waiter.
Lelethu and I settled the bill and then tipped the waiter. We then left and
drove to Reid and Lelethu’s house

Kungawo and Kumkani were sleeping in the same cot which was so
adorable. Kumie is so tiny though. I was beyond happy to see him so I
kissed his cheek before walking back to the living room.

Me: Lethu we might as well commence with the twerk classes. Ndizok
qhalisa nge lap dance ke.

-I’m going to start you with the lap dance.

Lelethu: okay.

We took the dining table chairs and then put them in the living room where
Reid and Luphelo had to sit. We were using them as our props. I played
Ludacris and Nicki Minaj’s “My chick bad”.

Me: hold onto his shoulders and look into his eyes. Men like to be teased
ke so Mos you begin by standing over his lap so start by playing with your
waist kancinci… A bit slowly… If you can’t do that make sure your breasts
are in his face to shift the focus. The waist thing he can just imagine by
putting his hands on your waist. Then grind on his penis and shake your
ass on top of his lap. Let him touch it.

Luphelo: Reid bawo bamba ezo mpundu kushiyeke I fingerprints njayam.

-hold that ass until you leave fingerprints behind.

Reid: evidence njayam.

Luphelo: ugcwele.

They fist pumped and then allowed our lesson to continue.

Me: so mntase anything you do after that depends on the type of song you
have but for fast songs I suggest you shake your ass up and down or side
to side even… Like this (shakes ass side to side).

Reid: thixo wam Jama no wonder ubuya early Mos.

-you come home early.

Luphelo grabbed my ass to stop me.

Luphelo: azange ndilase ke kuze bendi Lobola. Ndithe Amehlo emfazini

wakho wedwa.

-I didn’t go 50/50 when I was paying Lobola. I said eyes on your own wife.

We laughed.

Me: baby relax kalok.

Lelethu: Yaz I’m not even mad cos even I’m turned on.

We laughed.

Me: hay as long as you know what to do.

Lelethu: I do. Hlalumi how did you learn this?

Me: from having sex in the woman on top position. When uLuphelo fucks
me from below he makes my ass shake really vigorously so I just pretend
we’re fucking when I twerk.

Reid: yho…that’s deep.

We laughed at how shocked Reid was.

Lelethu: hay jongaaa ezi. Guys ha.a we want sex tips ngoku. A
demonstration on how to be adventurous..

Reid: I want a woman on top demonstration.

Luphelo sat down on the chair so I straddled his lap. I’m now the prop.

Luphelo: hold her in place… Make sure she’s comfortable… Find a place to
hold onto. I like the ass. I love ass. She has a fat ass…

Me: Okay guys my husband is horny.

We giggled.

Luphelo: don’t let your back be straight… Your shoulders must touch the
headboard or whatever but not your whole back that’s what is going to
allow you to thrust deeper… And then once you’re ready…you start fucking
like this.

He started dry humping me from below. I was now the horny one. His
swollen dick was stimulating my clitoris. I was wet.

Luphelo: what’s important is holding her down while your penis is fucking
her upwards.

He still didn’t stop dry humping. Reid was getting a swollen dick. Lelethu
was sexually frustrated. His hands were grabbing my ass so I was really in
the mood to have sex. We need to get home.

Me: wena ke Lelethu… When he’s fucking you like this… Put your hands
on his chest and allow your breasts to be his focal point. Like this..
I said as I unstrapped my bra and allowed it to fall underneath my t-shirt
and then tongue kissed Luphelo for about 5 seconds before pulling away to
grind on him like he was grinding on me. This shit escalated from being a
harmless lesson to Luphelo and I deadass making out in front of other
people. I think it was the bra that I took off that set him off but Luphelo got
up with me in his arms and then pinned me against the wall where he
pressed his penis between my legs and a moan escaped my lips. And
that’s the point where Reid and Lelethu lost their shit.

Them: guys we’re fucking horny bye bye’in rha.

They said as they practically ran upstairs. Luphelo put me down and then
we laughed about it.

Me: what the fuck just happened?

Luphelo: we got fucking carried away.

We both exhaled.

Me: let’s fetch uKumie and get home. Maybe we might continue?

Luphelo: I will hold you to that.

He said as I went to the Nannys bedroom, fetched Kumkani and then we

went home.

Perhaps uKumkani knew the plans Mommy and Daddy were having
because he wouldn’t stop crying when we tried to put him down in his
bedroom.

Luphelo: baby asina choice we have to let him sleep in our room tonight.
I sulked.

Me: yhu hay Kumie zemka I shares zase JLS ngoku shame.

-gone are the shares of JLS.

We laughed about it as we went to our bedroom and then put him on the
bed between us.

Me: I had an amazing time with them though.

Luphelo: yeah..

He smiled then kissed me.

Luphelo: bekunjani ke kwi board meeting?

-how was it like at the board meeting?

Me: it was okay. I just can’t wait to buy them out honestly.

Luphelo: as cold as your plan is Majama. I have always wanted to seize

control of my entire company but I didn’t know how to do it. And you
showed me how to and it just goes to show that… Men need powerful
wives who will make the decisions irregardless of the difficulty.

Me: you’re too sensitive Jama sometimes. Business is a dog eat dog world
and I don’t want us to be thrown out one day by the shareholders. We
might have the majority of the stakes phana but it doesn’t feel like our
company when those people are around.

Luphelo: I understand. I will fix it.

Me: Good.

Kumkani farted.

Luphelo: baby akho adoption agency iku fuphi?

-isn’t there a nearby adoption agency.

I laughed. Me: hay

Hay we aren’t giving my baby away tyin. Tatakho une drama uthi Kumkani
uno msuzo we breadwinner.

-your father is dramatic he says Kumkani has the fart of a breadwinner.

He giggled.

Luphelo: Ska baby farts don’t stink. But eh Mabhebheza… Can’t we drug
this baby one more time? And call it even.

I laughed at the way he said it.

Me: hayi Jama we will get used to it. Wena qha switch the lights off and
fuck me missionary style.

Luphelo: okay.

He got up and then he went to switch our bedroom light off. I switched on
our bedside lamp and waited in excitement as Luphelo returned to bed. He
tongue kissed me while pulling my underwear down my thighs then he
penetrated me. The intimacy of missionary style is godly.

Just feeling the man you love fucking you between the thighs is a different
kind of pleasure. I had my hands on his back while he delivered raw thrusts
inside me. I enjoyed every single one of them… Every single hit his head
made to my g spot. Every single stroke his shaft delivered inside me while
my legs were wrapped around his waist. My phone rang and it was my
mother.

Luphelo: baby don’t answer please.

Me: it could be important kalok Jama it’s my mother.

Luphelo: andizo mela lonto ke mnake.

-I’m not going to stop for that.

He said as I answered my phone. He really didn’t stop fucking me.

Me: Maaaaa?

I asked softly, trying to contain my pleasure.

Mommy: hey angel face I just had a bad dream about you dying so I
thought I should just hear your voice mntanam. It felt so real.

Me: Ooooooh fuck Mama. Tttrust meee…I’m…okayyy.

I said as Luphelo flipped me over and fucked me doggy style.

Mommy: Hlalumi are you okay?

Me: Yeah… Yeaaaah… I’m just… Slee-fuck oh God… Uhm Mama… I’m
sleepy. Can I call you back?

I asked while panting at this point. I didn’t realise that talking during sex
was going to be this hard.

Mommy: Hlalumi I’m worried-

Me: bye Mooommmy.

I said as I put my phone down while my husband pulled his penis out so he
came on my ass.

Me: Okay Ngwenya so you’re just gonna fuck me while I’m talking to my
mother okay?

Luphelo: when faced with a tough choice choose me at all times cos
uMamakho is probably putting the pieces together and realizing u angel
face was getting fucked.

I bit my lip trying to hold back my smile as he went to fetch a towel. I got up
and then followed him to his closet because I can’t wait for round 2 any
longer.

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Insert 110: Lola Volcan

Mommy woke me up again in the morning with a phone call. So I got up

and then answered my phone in the passage.

Me: Mama?

Mommy: Hlalumi are you okay?

I yawned.

Me: yes Mama Izolo I was just… Sleepy. I don’t know Mama I’m just going
through something. I’m sorry if I sounded different.

Mommy: going through what?

Me: uhm… Mama… (fakes sobs) I just… There’s a woman who stripped for
uTaka Kumkani so I’m just… It still bothers me.
Mommy: she stripped for him? When? Where?

Me: uhm yesterday… In his office.

Mommy: and he just watched?

Me: yes and that’s why I’m so emotional. I’m sorry for how I sounded Izolo.

Mommy exhaled.

Mommy: you know you don’t have to stay in a marriage that makes you cry
right sthandwa sam?

Me: yeah I know but… I’m just gonna give him a chance.

Mommy: okay angel face. I’m sorry.

Me: It’s okay Mama.

Mommy: and please be safe. That dream didn’t feel good at all. It felt real.

Me: relax Ma nothing is going to happen to me. God wouldn’t give me this
life only to end it abruptly.

Mommy: let’s pray you’re right Sthandwa sam. I love you.

Me: I love you too. Bye Mommy.

Mommy: bye.

She hung up and then I went back to my bedroom and slept next to my son
and my husband who were literally sleeping in the same position. Lips
pouted in the same position and you really can’t fuck with genes. It’s such a
beautiful thing.

.
.

Luphelo got up in the morning and I watched him through squinted eyes as
he yawned. He really has an amazing body. I thank mixed martial arts for
the body that it’s training gave my husband because wow. I love the fact
that MMA doesn’t even require its artists to be buff that sport requires
artists to be calculated and I assume that’s why Luphelo is so good at it.
He’s a Virgo so every single move he makes is calculated. His abs are
always so elaborate in the morning so I watched him as he texted on his
phone with one hand and used the other to fix his dick print. That move
was so hot that I literally looked around to see if I’m the only one who is

seeing this. Fuck men are blessed with all the necessary tools to make a
woman’s world go around.

Once he was done texting, I caught him stealing a picture of Kumkani and I
in our sleep. That was cute. He smiled at the picture and kissed it through
the phone. Then he disappeared into the en suite and I followed him. He
was brushing his teeth when I arrived so I slipped my hands in his
underwear and then kissed his back.

Me: Molo myeni wam omhle.

-hello my beautiful husband.

I melted just by having him in my arms although that was my decision. He

looked at me through the mirror and I fell in love all over again with his
eyes. He rolled his eyes and then looked down to spit his toothpaste out.
He’s blushing again.

Luphelo: Molo Hlalumi.

He pecked my lips.

Me: ndizayokwenza I breakfast ngoku I don’t want you leaving without

eating again.

-I’m going to make breakfast now.

Luphelo: okay enkosi Mamakhe.

He said as he kissed my forehead.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and my phone rang. It was Sihle.

Me: is everything okay?

Sihle: ewe mntase that’s why I called. I’m getting discharged so can you
please come fetch me at 12.

Me: no problem. Ndiku phathele ntoni?

-what should I bring for you?

Sihle: McDonald’s!! Please. I’m dying because of this damn hospital food.

I giggled.

Me: Okay. I’m sure uMalume uKumkani is going to be awake this time to
see his niece.

She laughed.

Sihle: I can’t get over this uKumkani being an uncle thing.

It’s funny.

We laughed.

Me: it really is. And I’m a granny wow.

We laughed even louder.

Sihle: I will be seeing you later ke mntase va.

Me: moja bawo.

I said as we hung up. I bit my lip because I realised I have been spending
so much time with my husband that I ended up talking like him. I got started
on breakfast while listening to music in the living room. “Midnight staring”
came on just when Luphelo came down in his black gown and he started
dancing. He’s such a great dancer in general but when he dances in his
black gown he makes my coochie get all excited especially when he starts
doing the Thuso Phala. He does it with whichever hand has his Rolex.

Me: aw Butsolo Bentonga mahn.

I hyped and he laughed before coming to the kitchen to kiss me. Breakfast
was a bun filled with diced bacon and scrambled eggs with chilli mayo
sauce. He loved it. After eating, Luphelo said his goodbyes and then he
left.

°° Patricia’s perspective °°

I was not at ease about my dream and about how Hlalumi sounded last
night due to being stressed by her marriage so I decided to visit her
husband just to speak to him. They had been through so much lately that I
was beginning to think they need some time apart in order to figure out
whether they really want to be together because this shit wasn’t healthy.
And as a mother who has given up a lot for my daughter. It upsets me to
watch her cry in the hands of a man so I went to Luphelo’s office where he
was with some skinny woman. I wondered if she might be the one who
stripped for him.

Me: nqoh nqoh.

-knock knock.
I said as I walked right in without an invitation.

Luphelo: Yolanda ndicela uphinde ubuye.

-please come back.

Yolanda: okay.

She greeted me on her way out as Luphelo stood up.

Luphelo: Molo sis Pat.

Me: awuna Mama xawthetha nam Luphelo?

-don’t you have “Mama” when you speak to me? Luphelo: undi shiya nge
10 years suyenza lento. -you’re 10 years ahead of me don’t do this.

Me: mnk oHlalumi Bayasi delelisa ngo tshata namadoda amadala kunabo.

-Hlalumi is putting me in a position to be disrespected by marrying a man

older than her.

He smiled.

Luphelo: ndikthengele ntoni… Pa… Tri… -what should I buy for you.

Me: suli gqhibezela igama lam Luphelo!!

-don’t finish my name.

Luphelo: Chiii…

Me: Luphelo!!

Luphelo: Yaaaaa. I said it. Ndixhele ke.

-slaughter me then.

Me: mnk order I seafood wethu.

Luphelo: Okay.

He took his phone and then he dialled a single number.

It’s really hard to stay upset at him.

Luphelo: bawo ndicela I pilchard uMaka Bae uthi ufuna I seafood. Yeah ne
half e brown.

-can I please have Pilchard Bae’s mother says she wants seafood. Yes and
a brown half of a loaf of brown.

Me: uphambene Luphelo I pilchard?

-Luphelo are you crazy? Pilchard?

Luphelo: ivelaphi Pilchard? From the sea andithi?

-where does Pilchard come from?

Me: just give me the phone.

I took the phone from him and then ordered cheesy prawns with avocado
and chicken strips with some champagne. After the call we could finally
speak.

Me: I’m here because Izolo I had a bad dream about Hlalumi dying and
then I called her. I don’t like the way she sounded… It’s like she was going
through the most Luphelo..

Luphelo: Mhm imbi lonto.

-that’s bad.

Me: and then I called her in the morning and she said some woman
stripped for you and that’s why she was so sad Izolo.

Luphelo: I told her about it Kodwa Pat because I really wasn’t interested in
that woman. I didn’t know it still affected her. I’m sorry. I will speak to her
about it.
Me: yeah ngoba you two have been going through too much hardship and
mna I’m just too protective of my daughter to just feed her to the wolves
and leave her there.

He laughed.

Luphelo: no relax I won’t hurt my wife.

Me: my daughter.

Luphelo: uMkam.

-my wife.

Me: Umntanam.

-my child.

Luphelo: uMama womntanam.

-my child’s mother.

Me: inkulu yam.

-my eldest.

Luphelo: uMabhebheza.

He said with a “game over” smile and I giggled. What a charming individual.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°
Lelethu came to visit me after I went to see Sihle. I was so happy to see
her.

Me: hey babes.

Lelethu: chomi last night. I think I might be pregnant.

I laughed.

Me: I have morning after pills if you want them.

Lelethu: Iza nazo.

-bring them.

I laughed before going upstairs to fetch them so we both drank the pills
because wow last night was lit.

Lelethu: I came for more lessons ke.

Me: okay. Let’s go to my bedroom.

She followed me

To my bedroom and was in awe when she saw the stripper pole.

Lelethu: hay rhaa this is serious Mos Lumi.

Me: inoba ucimba siyadlala no Luphelo wena. Change into your clothes I
will be back.

-you probably think Luphelo and I are playing.

Lelethu: okay.

I disappeared into my closet and then changed into my pink tank top, black
jogging pants with socks and my purple red bottoms. Lethu wore her pink
red bottoms and I fucking Stan this woman.
Me: first thing is confidence ke mntase. Ndine nteche… Une nteche but
guess what they don’t care. We were pregnant and what matters to them is
that we are still trying to turn them on. So stop tripping over how you look
and focus on having fun.

-I have a huge belly, you have a huge belly.

Lelethu: okay I got it.

Me: always remember you’re beautiful no matter what. And he thinks so too
hence he married you. So don’t walk in feeling like shit. Be confident.

Lelethu: got you.

I played Beyoncé’s “Partition”.

Me: this song wants you to be in a trench coat and a wig with a red lip and
comfortable heels. With the sole mission to make your husband so horny
he starts to think your pussy is a religion. So walk in the bedroom to the
beat.. And then strip a bit for him by taking off your coat and teasing him by
giving him glances of your lingerie until the song says “now my mascara
running, red lipstick smudged”. Haike Lelethu that’s your cue to get down
on your knees and shake your ass on the floor like this.

I got down on all fours and then taught her how to shake her ass and she
did it along with me. We laughed about it, taught, learnt and it was fun until
she got it. She learnt how to shake her ass when she’s on the floor and
then I thought her basic moves on the pole which are far from perfect but
that’s not the point. The point is having fun and trying to reconnect with
your man sexually. We took a break and then went downstairs where she
drank wine and I drank Cranberry juice.

Lelethu: I’m legit having the time of my life doing this with you. And you
make me feel so good about myself. Thank you.

Me: you’re welcome mntase. It would really be nice to exist in a space

where we can look at other women as people who can assist us to make
our marriages work by giving us advice rather than to view them as threats
khubone.
Lelethu: haike yincame ke leyo Lumi.

-you can give up on that.

Me: bruh.

I scoffed as I sipped my juice again.

I heard my man’s car driving into my yard. My coochie became excited.

Me: relax Mama you ain’t fucking tonight.

I said as I tried to contain myself by reading the magazine on the couch

while Kumkani relaxed on his rocking chair. Luphelo walked into the house
and then he kissed me.

Luphelo: uMamakho came to my office because you told her about

uSinesipho and she was concerned about our marriage.

Me: I couldn’t allow my mom to imagine me getting fucked kalok. I had to

lie.

Luphelo: I understand baby but yamazi how Pat gets about issues in our
marriage so at least warn me.

Me: uqhumbile.

-are you upset?

Luphelo: no I’m not Mamakhe. I’m just trying to make this clear to you cos I
feel like your mother doesn’t quite understand me as a husband. And how
hard I try to be a good one.
Me: xolo Sthandwa sam but I swear it’s not that. She’s just overprotective. I
used to feel that way nam cos I never gave her hassles as a teenager but
when I started seeing you… She treated me as if I have been bout that life
so… It’s not personal

Luphelo: okay Sthandwa sam..

He took his black card and then he gave it to me. Me: to what do I owe the
pleasure this time?

Luphelo: I won the case.

Me: baby that was like sooooo obvious.

Luphelo: no Hlalumi you don’t understand. I’m not scared anymore. I’m
not… Worried about uNondwe anymore she’s gone. So if you want to go
back to work… Fine uKumkani can have a nanny. Whatever you want
sthandwa sam.

He said with tears welling up in his eyes so I kissed his forehead while
holding him.

Me: you may not be scared anymore but deep down I know you still like
having me at home looking after your baby… So I will stay like I promised I
would. Cos I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said as I kissed his temple. I have never seen a couple willing to make
more sacrifices for each other than us.

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Insert 111: Zintle Zeze

:: Mafikizolo's Masithokoze is a mood for this insert guys ::

Luphelo wanted to take a bath so Kumkani and I had to join the

breadwinner in the bathtub. Basile abobantu. So after taking a bath, we
lotioned and then Kumkani and I waited for Luphelo on the bed while
watching Peppa Pig.
Luphelo: Yinton ngoku Hlalumi sabukela i pork?

-Hlalumi why are we watching pork?

Me: so wena xawu bona islwanyane sewu bona inyama?

-so when you see an animal you're already seeing meat?

Luphelo: yes. Why are we watching this?

Me: it's for uKumkani.

I said as I pulled him onto my lap.

Luphelo: baby khafake into ene nqondo uKumkani doesn't even know what
the fuck is going on.

-please put on something that is reasonable.

Me: Tatakhe I recorded an entire season of Peppa Pig for uKumkani so
we're watching it.

I said as I turned up the volume. Kumkani was watching attentively with his
pacifier in his mouth while Luphelo watched reluctantly.

Luphelo: eh hay baby ndi bambekile kle kaka ngoku.

-I'm hung up on this shit.

I laughed.

Me: yabo it's a nice cartoon.

Luphelo: layta next episode.

-put on the next episode.

I did as he asked so we just watched Peppa Pig altogether while Kumie

watched from Daddys arms. I took my phone and snapped a picture of
them which I posted on my WhatsApp status. Caption: Daddy Pig &
George.

Luphelo saw my status and took a picture of me which he posted too and
captioned it "Mummy

Pig i pork ka Daddy ". Of course his had to be sexual. His business
phone rang.

Luphelo: baby kha gqhithise la phone torho.

-baby please pass that phone.

I took it and answered it. He squinted.

Me: hello?

Lady: hi may I please speak to Mr LJ Jama. This is Lydia from YBA.

Me: alright no problem.

I gave him his phone so he answered on loud speaker.

Luphelo: hello?

Lydia: LJ how are you?

Luphelo: Good thanks and yourself?

Lydia: doing just fine. Listen LJ your efforts as a black businessman have
been recognized by

our YBA society therefore we would like to Honour you with our
"outstanding businessman of the year award" at our awards ceremony
taking place next weekend in Durban.

Luphelo is so chilled. I was freaking out more than he did but I had to keep
quiet until the call ends.

Luphelo: oh I see... Thank you. I assume the details will be emailed to me.

Lydia: of course. We just need you to RSVP before the sun sets tomorrow.

Luphelo: no problem. Thank you.

Lydia: good night and congratulations LJ.

Luphelo: thank you. Good night.

He hung up and then I got up and screamed.

Me: Baby!!! Oh my gosh we are getting an award sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: heh? We? Ons?

Me: ewe Ons. We. Si. Baby I'm so happy for us hay rhaaaaa we worked
hard!! We laughed as I hugged him and then kissed his lips.
Me: I'm such a proud wife sthandwa sam. Congratulations on your award.
Usebenzile Mqocwa ka Mlowa and I want to see you shine brighter than
you already have. Luphelo: you're still my favorite award. Do you know
that?

Me: stahp.

Luphelo: no cap.

Me: Aw Skrr Skrr.

We laughed.

Luphelo: fundiswe ngu Ovayo lekaka.

-Ovayo taught me this shit.

I laughed.

Me: yeah... I love you.

Luphelo: I love you more.

We kissed.

It was Friday night so Luphelo and I decided to hit up u Lelethu and Reid
again because Luphelo couldn't sleep due to the news. He was too excited
so we drove to their place with Kumkani who was awake. We arrived in
Summerstrand where Lethu and

Reid live. They have a really beautiful, 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom mansion

with a lot of other features that I never bothered to keep note of because
I'm not that kind of friend to keep count of what you have. We knocked on
the door and Reid opened. Reid: molweni.
He said as he greeted us with hugs and then took Kumie while I went to
Lelethu in the kitchen. Me: wenzani?

-what are you doing?

Lelethu: hi mntase I'm just preparing the meat cos uReid told me you guys
are coming.

We hugged.

Me: so we are braaing?

Lelethu: precisely.

Luphelo came into the kitchen with a huge smirk on his face.

Luphelo: Molo nawe.

She went to hug him.

Lelethu: you're nice tonight what's going on?

Reid came into the kitchen.

Luphelo: I'm getting an award next week kalok. Businessman of the year
ninganya ne chomi zenu kwi Finisher fondin!!

Reid: at the YBA Jama?!

His mouth hung open.

Luphelo: heke! Pha kanye. Bullseye. And you get 4 tickets phana so I'm
taking you guys with me.

Lelethu screamed.

Lelethu: ncoh thanks Finisher mntase!!

Reid: hay congratulations Luphelo Njayam! Last year uJoey won Mos? And
I couldn't understand why instead of wena but look ngoku.

Luphelo: it's fine wethu cos ngoku I can afford the suit I want.

Me: sithini speech baby?

-what does the speech say?

Luphelo: *clears throat* hay jonga... There's no such thing as igwirha vha. I
mean like ziphi haters? I would like to thank uNozala ne Timer for
umnqongo owadala mna.

-Mommy and Daddy for the sex that made me.

We laughed.

Me: Luphelo bawo. Guys I'm not going to Durban anymore sorry.

They laughed.

Lelethu: guys I'm not even laughing he could really say that.

Luphelo: hayin I'm joking tyin.

He sulked due to the fact that he was taken seriously. We took the meat
Lelethu was marinating outside to the braai area where the men braaied
while drinking. We didn't. Music was playing and the vibe was chilled,
conversation was good until Reid played Mafikizolo's Masithokoze. Me:
haaaaaaike.

Reid: Wawuphi kuze kwaku khutshwa lengoma tshongobana 22. -where

were you when this song was released since you're 22? I sulked.

Me: baby uyam bona ke?!

-can you see him?

Luphelo hugged me.

Luphelo: Reid khayeke uHello Kitty wam fondin.

-leave my Hello Kitty bruh.

Lelethu: Hello Kitty?!!! Iyhuu.

She burst out laughing and I held in my own laughter.

Me: okay Luphelo!

Luphelo: Kodwa baby-

Me: ha.a moja bawo!!!

I sulked as he begged me until I forgave him. But the jam was lit. The food,
vibe and conversation was lit. It's nice spending time with these two.

We went home, went to sleep and then woke up the next morning at
something to 12: 00 pm. Kumkani cried once due to being hungry and then
I struggled with him for a while at 8 am hence

I woke up so late. Luphelo was sleeping like a log next to me. I took my
cellphone and then I texted Sihle. We made plans to meet up because she
told me that our old friends are going to gather to give her a little party type
of thing so she wanted me to come through. I agreed.

I went to take a bubble bath with Kumkani with all of his rubber duckies in
the bathtub. He wanted to play with every single duck and it was so
adorable watching him trying to look for all of them. After we finished
bathing, I lotioned him, dressed him and then put cotton wool in his ears
since it was a bit windy. I wore a white turtle cotton neck with my leather
skirt and white Bathu sneakers. I divided my braids in the middle
horizontally and then made a bun out of the top half braids and then
allowed the braids of my bottom half to be free. Then I applied make up
and I looked amazing.

Luphelo: Majama?

Me: hm?

Luphelo: are you sure you aren't offended about what I said Izolo?

Me: I'm sure baby. If you thought I was so young you wouldn't have trusted
me to build an entire life with you.

I said as I fixed my lipstick.

Luphelo: ndikthandela lonto Majama. Elo thanga Kodwa Majama liqinisa

umthondo.

-and that's why I love you. that thigh is hardening the dick.

Me: xolo ndizali fihla.

-im sorry I'm going to hide it.

Luphelo: izapha.

-come here.

I got up and then stood next to the bed.

Luphelo: khulula i panty gqhiba ubeke ikuku kum emlonyeni.

-take your panty off and then put your pussy on my mouth.

Me: baby you're so unfiltered.

I said before taking my panty off and then sitting on his face and he muffed
me while his hands were on my hips. Normal cunniligus is great but if you
are looking to gain the utmost pleasure from having your pussy eaten then
you need to sit on that man's face and
Let him eat you from below. He had direct access to my clit and his flat
tongue was doing wonders to my lady bits. I changed position so I could
take his dick out and then suck his dick while he ate my coochie. We were
hitting the 69 and we both managed to get an orgy. Once we were done,
we kissed each other good bye and I left him with Kumie because I was
going to come back early anyway.

I arrived at Sihle's little party and I saw everyone my age and I just felt so
out of place. It's as if I was a mother that came to chaperone her teenage
daughter to a party filled with Skrr Skrrr's. Our old classmates from high
school and even some from NMU. I just felt lost. I looked at these Skrr
Skrrr's we were once so fond of and failed to understand what we once had
in common. Not all of them were though some were quite decent but still it
wasn't the same. I really missed my friends and my husband at that
moment. I missed our laughter, intellectual conversations, relationship
building advices and the couples dances... I miss that. It just goes to show
that quality is better than quantity because I was in the midst of about 25
people here... But I was just missing the 3 people who make my time worth
it. As hard as it is to admit but I had outgrown my peers.

Sihle: hey mntase. I'm glad you came.

Me: hey Sihle how are you in the mood to have a party after giving birth so
soon? She laughed.

Sihle: andiyo kaka mna kalok. My Labour wasn't even that long.

-I'm not shit.

I laughed.

Me: sandi khwekhwi.

-you are mocking me.

She laughed.

Sihle: sorry babes. Why do you look so out of place nje?

Me: I'm not wethu mntase qha I'm a bit tired. Tanci wakho is getting an
award next weekend so he's been excited ngoku I'm tired cos we stayed up
Izolo.

Sihle: kanene I saw those pictures on your status of that other couple.

Me: yeah.

Sihle: we should hang out sometime. Like all four of us.

I scoffed.

Me: heh mntase u Bulelani uzo ncokola ntoni no Luphelo. We should just
hang out more and have mommy type of dates.

-what is Bulelani going to speak about with Luphelo?

Sihle: Hlalumi what's going on bruh?

I exhaled.

Me: mntase I feel so disconnected from people my age it's not even funny
anymore.

Sihle: I don't blame you. I'm also a bit disconnected but I realised that
today. We're grown ngoku Hlalumi so we won't be the same people we
were when we were deciding to be friends but thank God we still have one
another when we need each other.

I wiped my tears. The highs and lows in our relationship were emotionally
tiring me.

Me: I feel like I used you Sihle. I can't get this fucking feeling out of my
head.
She sniffed.

Sihle: I talked to Dad the other day... And he said... uTanci never forgives.
He said if you weren't around he probably would have never forgiven me.
So I'm better off with you in my life than not because ke Hlalumi the truth
always comes out so... We both benefitted from each other. It's all good.

Me: yeah... Thank you.

She opened her arms to me so I hugged her. I enjoyed it.

I went home and then took care of Kumkani while Lelethu bragged about
how she is shopping for Durban. Luphelo went out with his friends and then
came back to fetch me because he wanted me to meet some of his old
friends from New Brighton so we left in his BMW. We probably spent 3
hours with them and then he drove back home when it was dark and I was
breast feeding Kumkani. He was playing Sjava's "Vura" on the way.

Luphelo: passenger seat hleli occupied. Phethu mntwano yellow. He

rapped as he caressed my chin.
Luphelo: Aw Mabhebheza. Awubaweli sitshate?

-don't you want us to get married?

I smiled.

Me: Khandiyeke Luphelo.

-leave me alone.
Luphelo: asoze uybone ke leyo. Ufa kwam ndizo thumela i sniper ziku
bulale nawe fondin. Or kanye kuzo funeka ubene operation yovala ikuku
ngoba akhomntu uzay fumana Hlalumi.

-you will never see that. When I die I'm going to send snipers to kill you too.
Or you will have to have an operation to close your vagina cos no one is
going to get it. Me: rhaaa if I die first what are we gonna do with your dick?

Luphelo: how much have you paid for my dick?

Me: so it's about that? Luphelo iLobola isn't about the pussy.

Luphelo: it's the only logical explanation mntuwam. We are paying for
pussy as husbands so...

Until you pay for my dick I can fuck around even when you're gone.

Me: mxm tsek.

Luphelo: nawe.

He said as he drove into Engen garage. He wanted to buy petrol.

Luphelo: ndicela undi thengele i Magnum baby? Ne jelly babies. Nzazitya

no Kumkani.

-please buy a Magnum for me. And jelly babies. I will eat them with
Kumkani.

Me: he's too young baby. But don't you want food cos ke I'm not cooking.

Luphelo: uyand buza or kanye uyand xelela awuzo pheka? -are you asking
me or telling me you aren't going to cook? Me: Ndiyak xelela.

-I'm telling you.

Luphelo: andifuni kutya nzotya endlini ukutya okuphekwe ngu Mamekhaya.

-I don't want food I'm going to eat at home food that's cooked by the
woman of the house.
I giggled. Me: we'll see.

I said as I climbed out of the X6 and then walked into the shop with his
card. I got his ice cream with some sweets and then I bought pie as well.
The line was quite long and I didn't understand why.

Guy: hey.

Me: hi.

Guy: this line was going to be so terrible if bungekho wena. -you weren't
here.

Me: oh? How was I of any help?

Guy: umhle sisi. So ndizo citha isithukuthezi ngomane ngoku jonga.

-you're beautiful sis. So I'm going to shed my boredom by constantly

looking at you. Me: Oh.

I laughed nervously. Guy: ngubani Gama? -what's the name?

Me: uhm... Ncumolwethu. You?

Guy: Theo.

Me: nice to meet you Theo.

Guy: the pleasure is all mine. You're truly beautiful.

I honestly thought Luphelo was going to wait in the car but he came in from
nowhere. Luphelo: uselapha kanti baby wam?

-you're still here?

He asked as he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. He smells so

good.
Me: yes baby inde le line.

-this line is long.

Luphelo: oh... uGrand bawo?

-you good?

Guy: sure sure Grootie bendisa ncokola nje no sisi apha.

-I was still talking to sis over here.

He looked at me.

Luphelo: ndamazi ke uMama womntanam ngothetha.

-I know my child's mother and talking.

Guy: yeah... Hay umhle uSisi yena.

-the sis is beautiful.

Luphelo: qondile. Otherwise ndilapha ngoku so ziphelile i minutes so

ndicela ujonge phambili.

-I'm here now so the minutes are finished so please look forward.

Theo reluctantly faked a smile before looking forward. I looked at Luphelo

and he was a bit pissed lowkey. It was so cute to see that he gets worried
about other men too.

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Insert 112: IMbasa Mello Magam

Me: uhm Baby awuqondi ukuba mawu buyele motweni uyo jonga
uKumkani?

-don't you think you should go back to the car to watch Kumkani?

Luphelo: oh? Ufuna ukundi susa endleleni?

-you want to get me out of the way?

Me: tu kalok Jojo-

-not at all-

Luphelo: ndiya phazamisa mna?

-I'm a distraction?

Me: haike haike Ngcolosi. Nguwe othe ufuna i Magnum ne Jelly babies
apha so ndicela uhoye umntana lona simenzileyo. Or kanye uhlale wena
apha kule line umna ndiyo Hoya u Kumkani. -you are the one who said you
want a Magnum and Jelly babies here so please go and attend to the baby
that we made. Or you stay here in this line and I go attend to Kumkani.

Luphelo: Iya emotweni baby.

-go to the car.

He said as he gave me his key. I giggled. He's so jealous. I took the key
and gave him the items I was going to buy and then walked to the car. On
my way to the car I was approached by another guy and I just couldn't
understand what was up with PE men tonight and their attraction

towards me. Is it my leather skirt? After all my husband did say amathanga
am aqinisa umthondo but still this was too much for a single night.

Guy: xolo sisi-

-I'm sorry sis-

Me: yhoo ha.a bhuti wam ndi grand.

-I'm good.

I curved the man before he could even put three words in and then climbed
into Luphelo's car. I took Kumie who was quietly playing with his toys in his
carrier and then put him on my lap for the time being. Luphelo came out
after about 2 minutes and returned to the car. He gave me my pie and he
even bought a can of Fanta Grape for me that I forgot to take.

Me: thank you baby.

Luphelo: okay.

He opened his ice cream and he started the car. I honestly love watching
Luphelo driving. The way he holds the steering wheel incites me because
that's the way you handle your shit when you know you're that nigga. He
played Bebe Winans' "I believe" and that song is such a mood. That song is
such an old school type of jam but its so romantic. Luphelo:

Ooh..

Love never dies.

Tears fill my eyes.

You'll be right by my side.

Me:

I believe..

I believe every word that you say.

And he says his love never dies.

Tears fill my eyes

You'll be right by my side

I believe.

Luphelo: haike Mlowa!!

Me: okay sure Mqocwa!!

He turned up the volume so we sang our duet with Kumkani who was
bobbing his head adorably to the music. He's such a mood. Luphelo
changed the song and played "Everything to me" by Bebe. This is all
Mommy's favorite music. He sang the song for me and my favorite part is
when he sang: "you love me ndithi you love me". The "ndithi" which he
added to the song himself made it seem like to him my love is imperative.
He drove to his parents house.

He knocked on the door and his mother opened.

Ma: molweni.

Us: Molo Ma.

We greeted her with a hug and she immediately took her grandson. She
loves uKumkani. I don't blame her. He's the only son of her favorite child.

Luphelo: Nozala uphi uTimer?

-where is Dad?

Ma: Lubango!!

Senior: ndiyeza fondini!

-I'm coming.

Luphelo shook his head at how his parents are now speaking to each
other. It was quite funny though.

Ma: uRight Pabbles? You look pale mntanam.

Luphelo: nzothini ungabi pale ndi plitelwa umfazi eGarage?

-how am I not going to be pale when my wife is being asked out at the
garage? Me: hehake Jama. Akasena mona uLuphelo Ma.

-Luphelo is so jealous.

Ma: and rightfully so umhle kalok Majama.

-you're beautiful.

I thanked her before looking down. Senior came into the living room and
then he took Kumkani.

Senior: Aw naba oo "even when the sky comes falling".

We giggled as he kissed Kumkani's cheeks.

Luphelo: eh Nozala no Timer... Ndi fumene icall Izolo kuthiwa ndizo fumana
i award for being the businessman of the year eDurban.
-I got a call yesterday and it's been said I'm going to get an award..

Ma: Umntanam madoda izapha Pabbles!!

-my child come here Pabbles.

She said as she jumped from her seat to hug her son who met her halfway.
Lubango got up too to pat his son on the back. The support.

Senior: hay jonga nyana... I'm proud of you Pabbles. Uyalu nyusa igama
lethu Jama.

Congratulations nyana.

-you are taking our name to heights.

Luphelo: enkosi Timer.

Senior kissed his sons forehead and the intimacy between this family will
never cease to amaze me. They got over their emotional parents and child
proud moment and then sat down.

Ma: nawe Majama Sthandwa sam... Ndiyayazi unama phupho mntanam

and you will get there nawe one day. Umtshato wena umhle ngalendlela
ukuba u nomntu who is going to mentor you and not derail you from your
dreams. And chase your dreams relentlessly Hlalumi nanku Luphelo he is a
father and a husband Kodwa he's getting awards yena so don't let being a
mother and a wife stop you from getting yours. If he stops you from
following another dream let me know vha?

Senior: selo gqwirha mntaka bawo.

-you're such a witch.

We laughed.

Ma: ndim igqwirha?

-I'm the witch.

Senior: awuzboni? Khayeke o "even when the sky comes falling" benze
izinto zabo ngendlela yabo umoshela uPabbles ngoku.

-don't you see yourself? Just let them do their things their way you're
ruining things for Pabbles now.

They started arguing but Luphelo stopped their argument.

Luphelo: zemka i concert tickets zika Sjava.

-gone are the concert tickets for Sjava.

Senior: uthini ngoku nyana?

-what are you saying now son?

He asked with a smile. I didn't even know that Luphelo had this surprise for
his parents but he

took out four tickets and put them on the table. Two were for the flight from
PE to Ethekwini and two were VIP tickets to a Sjava concert.

Luphelo: eh Mama no Tata... Thank you the childhood you have given me.
You did the best you could under the circumstances and I appreciate the
love and the support you gave us. If there was ever a moment you doubted
yourselves as parents... Yekani. I feel blessed to have came from parents
like you two and I hope one day uKumkani will say the same about Hlalumi
and I...

So yeah. I love you both and I hope I could buy more years for you too but I
can't. And that fucks me up every single day. But yeah...

He exhaled.

Senior: enkosi nyana.

Luphelo: sure.
All three just looked down, trying to catch their emotions. I was emotional
too because I knew what this moment meant for this family so I just rubbed
Luphelos back. Trying to strengthen him.
.

After spending time with our in laws, it was time to leave. Ma said her
goodbyes and went upstairs while Senior walked us out.

Senior: Kodwa Hlalumi esi skirt hay hay.

-but Hlalumi this skirt.

Me: heh Tatazala zinxiba kanje intanga zam.

-but father-in-law this is how my peers dress.

They laughed.

Senior: oh so uphume eku bonile lona?

-you walked out when this one already saw you?

Luphelo: ewe Timer but ingathi ayiphinde yenzeke ngoku lonto. Ziya qhela
ezintwana ngoku.

-but it seems like that won't happen again. These boys are disrespectful.

Senior: injalo. But Phelo sewuy fumene i lawyer for uYanda?

-have you gotten a lawyer for Yanda?

Luphelo: yes Tata. They are scheduled to meet Monday.

Senior exhaled.
Senior: indenza i worry ke lento ngoba simcengile uMadlamini akavumi
qha.

-this is worrying me because we begged Madlamini but she's not budging

at all.

Luphelo: maybe in the long run she will change her mind. We can only
hope.

Senior: yeah...

They said their goodbyes before we climbed into the car and then Luphelo
drove home. Kumkani was asleep by the time we arrived so we put him
down and looked forward to the us time that we were going to have.

Luphelo switched his two phones and mine off and then he put them in his
drawer. Leaving his Huawei which has the best music on.

Luphelo: baby let's re act our wedding day.

I laughed.

Me: nyani baby?

-really?

He giggled.

Luphelo: Iza fondin. I have my suit... You have your dress. Why not?

-come bruh.

Me: okay should I do my make up?

Luphelo: I love it when you're natural nje baby. But if it makes you feel
better you can wear it.

Me:

Okay baby. Get your suit and then leave kalok you aren't supposed to see
the bride before the wedding.

He smiled.

Luphelo: okay give me your ring.

I took my ring off and then I gave it to him. I felt so lonely without it. He then
went to his closet, fetched the suit he wore on our wedding day with his
shoes and then he walked out. I went to my closet and then pulled out the
dress I wore during the best day of my life. I love Kumkani but giving birth
wasn't the best day of my life. I would be lying if I said it was. My wedding
day was the best day of my life.

I tied my braids in a different style and I looked so cute. I wore my shoes

and then stood in the passage and called out to him.

Me: Jama ka Chizama?

Luphelo: mntuwam?

Me: ndize?

-should I come?

Luphelo: yeah let me just... Get this song on.

He played "I believe" again and told me I could come down and I came
down to meet him in the living room while walking to the beat of the song
and he hyped me by hitting these dabs that looked so awesome when done
by him. He looked so sexy. He wore his blazer without his shirt so his abs
were my focal point. When I finally got to him, he wrapped his arms around
me and then we ballroom danced to the song while his hands were firmly
on my ass. So firm you would find his fingerprints on each buttcheek. We
both have absolutely no idea how to ballroom dance but fuck it. We were
having fun. And we danced with so much swag that ballroom dancers
would want to dance like us.

Me: baby i vows kalok.

Luphelo: ndi qhale?

-should I start?

Me: no let me start.

He nodded so I cleared my throat.

Me: mna ndili bucket wena unga manzi Joe ndi gcwele.

-I'm a bucket and you are water bruh I'm full.

Luphelo: moja.

Me: umamele bawo?

-are you listening?

Luphelo: volume iku top.

Me: heh hay jonga Jama Ndiyak ncanywa awtam hay jonga. Uzenza weak
ezintwana fondin uthi mandithini ke mnake xawungasa ndi funi? Into endiy
funayo kuwe luthando lwakho yi gcine i 7 figures ndi grand wena ndithande
randomly qha akho smoko fondin.

-look Jama I like you my guy. You make these boys seem weak what do
you want me to do when you don't want me anymore? What I want from
you is your love you can keep the 7 figures I'm good you just love me
randomly there's no issue.

Luphelo: sure case.

Me: moja Dyan.

We finished up my vows by laughing. It was his turn now.

Luphelo: aw Mabhebheza. Ntoyam yokqhayisa. Intoyam enga zulisiyo

xandi funa umnqongo. Jonga fondin Hlalumi ndlela le umhle ngayo ndiya
Kay 3 kwa Specs Saver nge nyanga just to make sure akho kaka
izokwenzeka ndiyawa needer lamehlo kalok. Umhle, i textbook uyayitya,
impundu zityebile amathanga adheki hay jonga Mamakhe. There's no such
thing as igqwirha elizosi mosha mna nawe. Ndiyafunga Malahlalu thuthu
ayatshisa wawanyathela ungafa. Ndiyafunga Mnyapha.

-my thing to flex. My thing that doesn't beat around the bush when I want
sex. Look Hlalumi the way you're so beautiful I go three times a month to
Spec Saver just to make sure there's no shit that is going to happen I need
these eyes. You're beautiful, you ace the textbook, the ass is fat the thighs
are thick no look there's no such thing as a witch that is going to ruin you
and I. I swear.

I smiled.

Me: shot kalok.

I said as we exchanged our rings and slipped them on each other's ring
fingers.

Luphelo: asisazi qhabadi steps fondin but fuck it... I may fuck my bride
ngoku.

-we are skipping so many steps.

Me: kiss the bride Luphelo yhuu.

We giggled as he pulled me closer to him and then he kissed me in the

center of our living room. I returned the kiss with my arms wrapped around
his neck.

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His music changed to Glen Lewis’s “Fall again” so I held onto his shoulders
while he put his hands on my hips and then we danced. Luphelo knows my
body so well that he already has comfort zones on my body. We didn’t
speak. We just allowed the music to speak for itself while we looked into
each other’s eyes. Trying to recall the moment when we looked into each
other’s eyes for the first time. Those heavenly 10 seconds when our eyes
locked as he came down those stairs. When we surpassed the time it takes
to fall in love by an entire 2 seconds. I love Luphelo Jama. I have this
burning feeling within me that I get when I touch his skin. We have a
chemistry between us that will never disappear. I love him so much that I
became obsessed with the child we share together. There is that love that
a mother feels for her child that is

beyond comprehension itself and then you add that to the fact that this
child is also the offspring of the man I would kill for. There is nothing
between Luphelo and I. Not pride. Not jealousy. We are as close as close
gets.

Luphelo: ndiyakthanda.

-I love you.
Me: uthandwa ndim.

-you’re loved by me.

Luphelo: Masiye roomin. I wanna do something.

-let’s go to the room.

Me: you mean you wanna fuck me qha you wanna make it less obvious?

He laughed.

Luphelo: tu fondin. Trust me.

Me: said no crocodile ever.

I said as we switched the music off and then walked upstairs. I took us
forever to get there because we couldn’t stop kissing. When we finally got
to the bedroom I sat down on the bed and waited as Luphelo put the music
on. He played Ginuwine’s “Pony” and haike he took his blazer off.

Me: Luphelo nooo you’re not gonna strip for me noooo.

I was trembling out of excitement. My feet kept kicking on the bed.

Luphelo: Jonga andizo tyelwa ngo Theo mna.

-I’m not going to have Theo eating from my plate.

I laughed.

Me: baby I can’t breathe.

I whined as he unzipped his pants while grinding his waist in the most
masculine yet sexiest way ever. I watched in awe as he allowed his
trousers to fall revealing his blue Fabiani underwear. His erection was
threatening to rip his underwear.

Me: baby?
Luphelo: hm?

He asked as he fiddled with his dick print. I crawled across the bed just to
be able to touch Him.

Me: ndicela umnqongo.

-can I please have sex.

Luphelo: sund bamba.

-don’t touch me.

He said gently. The seduction. I was so wet. I didn’t have time for this.

Me: ungoka bani dahn Luphelo? Sapha lomthondo mahn.

-whom do you belong to? Give me that dick.

Luphelo: mthathe kalok fondin.

-take it.

He said before I got down on my knees and then sucked his dick. He
should have cuffed me like I cuffed him during the strip show because I
wanted to watch more but my coochie couldn’t take it. Luphelo got enough
of being sucked, he wanted pussy now so he told me to get up and then
made me face the wall and fucked me doggy style. That type of position
tends to become uncomfortable but since I was in my heels and I was a bit
higher, it felt amazing.

Luphelo: can someone else fuck you like this?

Me: Andazi baby!!

-I don’t know.
Luphelo: ndithetha ne personality yase Transkei kanene ngoku. Khafake
leyase London iyayazi yona kuthiwa hayi xakubuzwa lombuzo.

-I’m talking to the personality from Transkei now. Put on the one from
London it knows you say no when you’re asked this question.

I laughed as he used his hands to stimulate my clit while we were fucking.

He came first and pulled his dick out. My own cum dripped so he took my
dress off me so that I won’t stain it. Once it was off, the next song we
fucked to was Beyoncé’s Rocket and the position was “woman on top” with
my braids loose… Breasts all up in his face which he licked while I grinded
on his dick which was inside me. I rocked on his penis, teased it and shook
my ass on it.

Me: use right nyana ka Louisa?

-are you still alright Louisa’s son?

Luphelo: tu.

I giggled and held onto him as I felt myself reaching my climax.

Me: ahhhh fuck here it comes Jama!!

He fucked deeper to meet it halfway so when I finally climaxed I rolled over

the side of the bed and then curled myself in the fetal position because that
enhances my muscle spasms when I try to suppress them.

Me: Luphelo (exhales deeply) if you divorce me ndizay lwela I dick yakho
shame.

-if you divorce me I’m going to fight for your dick.

He laughed before kissing my lips.

Luphelo: no one can fuck us like we fuck each other.

Me: qondile.
I said as I waited for him to bring the towel. We went on to fuck an
additional 2 rounds after that before calling it a night.

It was Sunday morning and I was woken up by the sound of Kumkani

crying through his baby monitor that we have for times when we want to
fuck and therefore keep him in the other room.

Me: okay okay kalok Jama wam. uMama ulapha.

-mommy is here.

I said as I took my son and then breastfed him. He took my nipple out of his
mouth and continued to cry so I realised that Luphelo had actually sucked
Kumkani’s breast milk last night so I was dry. I though he was just turning
me on kanti ebethoba. I went down to the kitchen to make formula for
Kumkani who couldn’t stop crying. When his food was finally ready, I fed
him and then took him up to his parents’ bedroom and woke his father up.

Luphelo: hm?

Me: I’m going to buy groceries. Are you coming?

Luphelo: no baby I just want to sleep ngoku yhu undityile Izolo rha Intoyam
ayivuki I numb.

-you fucked me yesterday my thing isn’t even waking up its numb.

I giggled.

Me: look who is unable to keep up no “Hello Kitty”.

We both laughed.

Luphelo: I will go next time nawe baby.

Me: it’s fine. I need to buy new food for uKumie cos kalok uTatakhe
ubuyele beleni.

-his dad is back to the breast.

He laughed.

Luphelo: yeah do that.

Me: but please look after him when I’m gone?

Luphelo: okay baby.

I kissed his lips and then went to the en suite to take a bath no Kumkani.
Baths with my son are arguably the best part of my day. After the bath, I
got us both dressed. I wore my white body hugging knee high dress with a
turtle neck which I paired with a black leather jacket and my

black and white Van’s. I then tied my braids in a bun, wore my gold watch
and then did my make up. When I was done, my husband looked at me..

Luphelo: khame ibengathi uMqocwa usondela ngase manzini kuze

azovasa emke no sapho lwakhe.

-wait Mqocwa should probably get closer to the water so that he could
wash and leave with his family.

Me: mhm utsho ngoku.

-you’re saying so now.

I mocked him as he got up and went to take a quick shower and I did the
bed.

.
.

We drove to the Baywest mall and then we started by having breakfast at

Spur. The waitress was an old classmate of mine and we had seen each
other during Sihle’s little party.

Her: hey kanti sizo phinde sidibane Ncumo?

-we’re actually going to meet again?

Me: yeah you work here kanti? Imagine being surrounded by food everyday
I would gain weight.

Her: you already gained nje. Awusengula Ncumo wakqhala when you were
using Herbalife.

Funeka ubuyele sahna or uyeke ilokhwe ezithe nca.

-you aren’t the Ncumo of before anymore. You should go back or stop
wearing tight dresses.

She did that on purpose. She was subtly trying to humiliate me in front of
my husband and to be honest it worked because I miss my Herbalife body.

Luphelo: umhle baby.

-you’re beautiful.

He said with so much genuine love in his voice. I smiled.

Me: enkosi Sthandwa sam. Uhm… Can I please have I cheesy prawns as a
starter and he will have buffalo wings. Drinks is a chocolate and a
strawberry milkshake.

She wrote down our orders and then walked away so Luphelo and I held
our conversation before Lelethu called me.

Me: Hello?

Lelethu: hey mntase unjani?

Me: I’m good thanks and you?

Lelethu: I’m fine. Reid and I were thinking why don’t we rather have a road
trip and drive to Durban? We can go there nge GLC ka Reid.

That’s his Mercedes Benz SUV. The Faliso’s are as lethal as the Jay’s.

Luphelo: huzet

Dahn Lelethu?

-why?

Lelethu: we just thought it would be fun lowei kalok Jama.

Luphelo: ha.a we can’t have a road trip sizolwa bantase.

-we are going to fight.

Reid and Lelethu laughed.

Reid: hehay qondile forget we said anything. We should take the flight as
planned.

Luphelo giggled.

Luphelo: bone Joe otherwise that was going to be fun.

Lelethu: yeah. Bye bye’in ke guys. No road trip.

Me: no road trip. Bye Faliso’s.

Lelethu: Bye Jama’s.

We blew kisses at each other through the phone before hanging up. My
husband and I continued talking before getting our starters. After starters
we ordered breakfast and yes I was self conscious now all thanks to the
comment made by uSibahle our waitress but Luphelo made me feel good
about my body although it was too different from what I was used to seeing
when I look in the mirror.

After breakfast, we went to buy groceries and we even bought some

groceries for my Mommy which we went to deliver at her house. She had a
man at home but she didn’t want me to meet him. The only reason why she
allowed me to see him is because she wanted to assure me that the man
isn’t uLubango Jama and her “man” is 4 years older than her meaning he’s
48 and only 14 years older than my husband who shook hands with him.
“ngu Makhulu ka Kumkani ke lona Grootie. Ndicela umhloniphe” were the
only words Luphelo managed to say to Mommy’s new man. And that was
weird to mommy so she pulled Luphelo aside.

Mommy: Luphelo umbi uSithembiso?

-is Sithembiso ugly?

Luphelo: hehake “how do I look”. Why undibuza lonto?

-why are you asking me that?

Mommy: because Luphelo wena wonke uthethe 2 sentences qha? Hay

hay…how is he?

-you of all people speak only 2 sentences? No?

Luphelo: akena criminal record lomntu?

-doesn’t this person have a criminal record?

Mommy: no. Why?

Luphelo: unala face li phambanisa I judge inxaki. La face igwebisa I 30

years just for ubetha umntu ngempama aqonde I judge hay hay ininzi into
asezo yenza lomntu masimvalele.

-he’s got that face that drives a judge crazy and that’s the problem. That
face that makes a person get sentenced to 30 years just for slapping
someone cos the judge thinks there is more this person is still going to do
let’s lock him away.

Mommy laughed while I rolled my eyes. These two are crazy.

Mommy: hay ndivile he’s ugly.

She said while trying to think how she should break things off with him.

After chilling with Mommy, my man and I drove home. Sunday is a very
beautiful day. It’s meant for rest. Serenity. And overall peace of mind. So
that’s why when we got home, we just played music while grilling some
meat in the kitchen with Kumkani strapped to my back. I was in my panty
and my husband was in his boxers and we were so comfortable. It started
to rain and our house makes rain look 1000x more beautiful from the large
window panes so once the meat was ready, we went to the sofa and
watched Acrimony. We all cuddled together. Luphelo was against the
couch, I was next and then Kumkani whom I wrapped my arm around.
Kumie yawned.

Me: idzuuu phanini. Pharoza uyazamla ke Mos yena uMinxi. Umntana

womntu. Umntanam. Iyhoo ozela moc yena umntaka Ncumo. Ozela wena
boy boy? Heeeeeh wena?

I said as I bombarded my little human being with kisses. He appreciated

every single one.

Luphelo: umhle umntana wethu.

-our child is so beautiful.

Me: ufuze uthando luka Mama no Tata mothi andithi?

-he takes after Mom and Dad’s love right?

I gushed as he kissed my back. His phone rang so he answered on
loudspeaker.

Luphelo: andizami ukfakela I pressure ke neh… But thetha.

-I’m not trying to put any pressure on you… But talk.

Joe: utshayiwe ke wena mnqund wakho.

-you’re crazy you ass.

They laughed.

Luphelo: ufuna ntoni?

-what do you want?

Joe: sifuna ukwenzela I braai as a congratulations for your award kalok.

Luphelo: yho hay enkosi Njayam sihleli kamnandi no Mamakhaya ne

Ngcosi andizo kwazi uhamba.

-no thanks the woman of the woman, the baby and myself are chilling
nicely so I can’t leave.

Joe: hehake fondin please.

Luphelo: ha.a njayam. Bye.

He said as he hung up and then put his phone down and pulled me closer
to him. This is where he would rather be.

Me: baby uTatakho uthi ufuna uhlala nathi yena? Akazo phuma yena?

-your father says he wants to stay with us. He won’t go out.

I said to Kumkani who baby smiled which made us both giggle. Black men
need a little encouragement here and there for the good they do just so that
when they can fuck up they can understand that you do see the good that
they Do. So when they fuck up, they must see the fucked up and not think
they are just unappreciated.

Insert 114: Yenziwe OyiNtando EPrecious Zulu

The week went by swiftly so it was finally time for us to head to Durban for
the YBA’s. Luphelo’s siblings had complained about the fact that they are
not invited to the awards ceremony so Luphelo gave them our plane tickets
and we decided to take the road trip as Reid and Lelethu had previously
Suggested. So the 4th ticket went to Reid and Lelethu’s nanny who was
going to look after the boys in Durban when we are gone to the ceremony. I
bought the 5th for Mommy.

Lelethu was going to let their son fly with the nanny but I wanted uKumkani
to be with me. I don’t mind allowing a nanny to look after him but I literally
can’t be away from Kumkani for too long so I decided to take him with me. I
love that little bundle of joy and the thought of being away from him for that
long was depressing. I can do that when I’m drunk but not when I’m sober.
We had our bags packed the night before so in the morning we just ate
breakfast, took a bath and then got dressed. Luphelo was dressed in a
white vest, blue Zara shorts and his blue Lacoste flip flops due to the fact
that it was hot. He wore his Gucci bucket hat with Bvlgari sunglasses and I
couldn’t not Stan.

Me: hay jonga Mqocwa. Sicela uxolo.

-we are sorry.

Luphelo: Sibonga umdali for le mpilo Majama.

-we thank the Creator for this life.

Me: Dankie mpilo.

-thank you life.

Luphelo: Dankie Mali.

-thank you money.

He said as he sprayed his cologne on and then I brushed his fade. He

takes his hair very seriously. The stripes have to be crisp at all times. Hair
must be shiny at all times. I love that. Nothing beats a man who takes care
of himself. A clean nigga. A man whom you can never bet against.

Me: are you ready?

I asked as we looked into the mirror. Kumkani was strapped on my back,

relaxing.

Luphelo: yeah I’m ready sthandwa sam.

Me: I’m proud of you yevah Ngwenya. Yevah Dyan? S’khali esikhala
kahle? Zembe. Ngcolosi.

He inhaled deeply.
Luphelo: uvakele Chizama ka Jama.

Me: Moja.

I said as I kissed him. This hype that I always give him is so necessary. He
needs it. So Reid called Luphelo and told him they are outside so we took
our bags, locked up in the house and then walked out.

I was dressed in a red Bob tube, heart neck shaped body suit with ripped
jeans and red pointed heels. The heels were just to impress uLuphelo
otherwise I was over them.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza are you sure azange ubey celebrity?

-are you sure you have never been a celebrity?

I giggled.

Me: I’m sure sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: ndicela ukfota ke.

-can I please take a picture of you.

Reid: hey hay Nina bonanje yhu.

Me: subano mona Reid.

-don’t be jealous.

I dismissed his complaints as I gave Kumkani to Lelethu while Luphelo took

pictures of me with his phone. He’s such a plug. His shots came out looking
professional as fuck so I posted 3 on my Instagram page when we were
inside the car and Kumkani was on my lap.

Lelethu: guys I just googled the location of the cottage we booked and
there are so many drinking spots around that area.

Luphelo: Reid busithi ngumfazi kabani kanene uMaka Buli?

-whose wife did you say is Buli’s mother?

Me: heke mntuwam khamthi chu cos Ndithule mna andi thethi ngu Lelethu
o busy nge drinking spots.

Lelethu: hay guys to my defense… I’m doing this for all of us.

Me: akhange siku cele fondin.

-we didn’t ask you bruh.

Reid: haike Lethu baby abana mbulelo.

-they are ungrateful.

That sparked a friendly argument about who drinks the most between all
four of us and honestly speaking its Lelethu for us ladies and Luphelo for
the men.

Reid: yile LLB.

-it’s this LLB.

We laughed as I changed the music and played Tamia’s “Still”.

Lelethu: Ooooh haike.

We jammed to the song until it got to my favorite part.

Me: ndithi He is my lover.

My baby’s father.

My lifetime partner.

And my friend.

I looked at Luphelo.

Me: Jama umamele?

-are you listening?

Luphelo: ndi mamele.

-I’m listening.

Me: Still the man of my dreams.

He’s still… Still the man for me.

And I’m still… In love with him.

So deeply… I think I’ll sing it again.

He’s still… Still the man of my dreams.

He’s still… Still the man for me.

And I’m still… In love with him.

Deep… Deeply.

Luphelo rolled his eyes and then smiled. We all know what it means when
he rolls his eyes.

He’s blushing.

Reid: He’s still… Still earns in 7 figures.

He’s still… The CEO of two companies.

And I’m still… Driving a Range Rover.

We burst out laughing.

Luphelo: Umona bawo!!

-Jealousy.

We were all just having fun laughs all around on our way to Durban.

It takes 11 hours to drive from Port Elizabeth to Durban so we decided to

stop at Mthatha just to rest and we would continue with the journey
tomorrow. We booked into a B&B and we found a small one that only had
one free room so we literally had to share a small room that had 2 beds: a
double bed and a single bed, a small corner that was classified as a kitchen
and a bathroom bearing one small shower and a broken toilet that still
worked.

Reid: fondin Luphelo kudingeka I Civil Engineer for u lungisa le toilet.

-a Civil Engineer is needed to fix this toilet.

Luphelo: khaqhale uyzobe Njayam ubethe I design yayo yakqhala then

ndizay lungisa.

-first draw it and give me its initial design and then I’m going to fix it.

Reid: Oh? Awuboni nto I rongo wena ngayo?

-you don’t see anything wrong with it?

Luphelo: tu. I’m hungry by the way.

Lelethu: bendik lindele. Masothenga ukutya kalok mntase.

-I was waiting for you. Let’s go buy food.

She was talking to me now.

Luphelo: nifuna malini?

-how much do you want?

Lelethu and I gasped.

Me: My wrist, stop watchin’, my neck is flossy

Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin’

Sogqbiba wena undibuze nge Mali?

-and then you ask me about money?

Luphelo wore his bored facial expression.

Luphelo: Izoba right I R600 Hlalumi?

-will R600 be okay?

Me: hay baby give me the card.

He gave me his card so Lelethu and I walked out to buy the food. It was
only fair to buy food for everyone since they didn’t charge us for the petrol
so we didn’t mind.

.
Lelethu and I walked into Steers which was right next to the B&B and
spoke while waiting for the orders.

Me: I think I need some help ngoku yazi. Like at home… I need a maid or
something. Cleaning that house alone is too much bruh yho.

Lelethu: kalok I can help you with that. Maybe talk to Rose and see if she
doesn’t know anyone in this line of profession.

I love how she called it a profession. Because that’s what being a nanny is.
It’s a fucking profession.

Me: I don’t want a nanny kalok mntase I need a house keeper.

Lelethu: Kalok Rosey kinda does that both for me. She can find umntu and
wena you will just tell her what you expect from her.

Me: I see. But Lethu how are you so chilled without your son around? I’m
not judging you nam I had my issues no Kumkani at first so I just want to
understand.

Lelethu: Hlalumi my son loves me and I love him. But I don’t want us to be
attached to each other cos when you lose a parent you were attached to it
hurts like fucking hell. I won’t be selfish to my child by letting him love me
unconditionally when I know my family has cancer and I’m at risk. But a lot
of people who don’t know this judge me… People should just leave moms
the fuck alone.

She was getting upset over this so I apologized for my part in her anger.
We got the food and then returned to our room where Luphelo and Reid
were already in their nightwears. I noticed that Lelethu was a bit
uncomfortable with this due to Reid’s sexuality. But I didn’t think she had
any reason to be concerned because Reid never showed any sexual
interest in my husband. If he did, this shit would be awkward. We ate while
I fed Kumkani and then I went to bath him in the sink when we were done.
Reid and Lelethu took a shower while I tried to put Kumkani down. When
he was sleeping, Luphelo and I took a shower.

Luphelo: ezi kaka zi gqhibe amanzi

Awashushu fuck.

-these shits finished the hot water.

He said as he turned the faucets off. We were so cold. But we dried

ourselves, got dressed and then walked out of the bathroom.

Me: nigqhibe amanzi amashushu Nina misunu yenu.

-you two finished the hot water.

Lelethu: tsek.

Reid: kaka.

Luphelo: anikrwada niya caca anikho award winning.

-you are so rude it’s obvious that you aren’t award winning.

Reid: hay rhaaaaa ngoba unga thukisi wena for one day?

-just because you haven’t cussed for one day.

Lelethu: safa yile award ka Jama bantase.

We laughed as we climbed into our beds and switched the lights off.

We took the double bed to accommodate uKumkani so Reid and Lelethu

took the single bed.

Reid played soft music in the background while we spoke to each other.
Reid: guys we need to make more money moves together ngoku. I do
believe we could create something profitable if we just put our brains
together.

Me: I still think a farm would be good. Like we could split the cost of the
land. One couple buys a cow and the other buys a bull. They fuck. We put
the necessary things to make our farm run. And then boom… Kumkani and
Kungawo have another inheritance.

Lelethu: that would be good.

Luphelo: I don’t know why no one is consulting the businessman of the

year-

Us: Oooooooh!!!

Lelethu: khathule bawo!

-keep quiet.

Reid: as much as I hate to admit this but he’s right. Jama has an eye for
business. And he can tell us what works and what doesn’t.

Luphelo: enkosi Reid njayam. But mna I volunteer myself to do the reading
up on how we can take this off the ground cos shame it’s a good idea.

Lelethu: Aw I nerd. Intwezine black card e library.

-things with black cards at the library.

We laughed.

Luphelo: tsek.

He sulked. He really is a nerd. Lowkey. But that’s attractive. Smart men

who like reading are slept on tbh. We continued to speak before we
decided to sleep so Reid switched the music off and then we said good
night to each other. We were probably 6 minutes into our sleep before we
heard soft noises.
Lelethu: ah…baby mhm…mhm… oh God..

Reid: baby sunxola ezi kaka zizosiva.

-don’t make a noise these shits are going to hear us.

Luphelo: wow. Ayka gqhithi ne 10 minutes.

-not even 10 minutes has elapsed.

He whispered as I held in my laughter. But Lelethu and Reid were seriously

fucking and they probably thought we can’t hear them. Luphelo pulled the
blanket over us which made the noise less but we could still hear them
feintly. I was getting horny too and so was Luphelo but we literally didn’t
feel like fucking so we just cuddling whilst trying to fight our urge to fuck
too. I really didn’t blame Lelethu and Reid for fucking. They probably
planned to fuck during the day but us not being able to get separate rooms
fucked with their plans. Lelethu and Reid were really driving Luphelo and I
insane… We couldn’t resist the urge to have sex either so he pulled my
panty down my thighs and then he penetrated me missionary style. It was
truly exciting to have sex in that situation. Fucking where you aren’t
supposed to be fucking is so amazing but as people we cling to what is
right and wrong so much that we lose out on the spontaneous things we
should do as couples that are naughty and nice. Luphelo triggered my g
spot with his dick so I literally lost my shit as I felt the muscle spasms.

Me: Mhmm…!!

I moaned in a high pitched tone.

Luphelo closed my mouth as we got Reid and Lelethu’s attention.

Reid: uright Hlalumi mntase?

Me: ewe uright wena mntase?

Reid: shot mntase.

Lelethu: uright wena Finisher mntase?

Luphelo: ndi right mntase. Wena?

Lelethu: hay ndi right mntase.

The funniest part about this whole shit was how guilty we all were when we
realised what we all did was crazy. We said our good nights to everyone
once again and I knew that no one was really going to talk about what
happened. But I was satisfied because I finally lived my dream of living the
Jersey Shore lifestyle for a few minutes so that was definitely a tick off my
bucket list dreams.

Insert 115

Kumkani woke us all up in the morning by crying so Luphelo got up and

then he fed Kumkani while yawning. He was topless and sat cross legged
at the end of the bed. That was so cute.

Me: Molo baby.

Luphelo: hey.

I crawled over to him and then I kissed him on the bed. We kissed several
times before we broke the kiss up to focus on Kumkani.

Lelethu: Romeo no Juliet sihamba nini?

-when are we leaving?

Luphelo: we should probably start going ngoku.

Reid: okay but bad news is… The shower head broke. So we can’t take a
shower.

Luphelo: Njayam are you sure akhange uyophule ngamasbomi cos

ndakwazi awuthandi uvasa kalok wena?

-are you sure you didn’t break it on purpose because I know you don’t like
to wash.

We laughed.

Reid: khawuyeke fondin Subay kaka.

-let it go don’t be shit.

Luphelo: Ithi lonto sizobetha umnqamlezo akho way.

-that says we will have to use the cross method there is no other way.

Me: Ah fuck.

I sulked as I went to the bathroom where Luphelo and I bathed Kumkani,

changed his diaper and then got him dressed. We also washed and then
got dressed as we gave Lelethu and Reid a chance to wash themselves. I
got dressed in a black turtle neck, black blazer with a black tight fitted knee
high skirt and my black thigh high boots. I curled my braids at the bottom
and then did my make up. Luphelo exhaled.
Luphelo: Hlalumi ezi skirts Mamakhe. We need to have a serious
discussion about them.

Me: ndakutya unye mna Luphelo. Akhonto sizay discuss’a apha.

-I will fuck you. There’s nothing that we are going to discuss here.

Reid: Yho hay Njayam RIP!

Luphelo: khawuvase emva kwe ndlebe bawo uyeke ukhala ngo RIP yere
unamapholi gqhith.

We laughed.

Lelethu: se bitter Finisher mntase.

-you’re so bitter.

Luphelo: mxm.

I wrapped my arms around him and then kissed him. He put his hands on
my ass as we kissed and grabbed it.

Me: aw my lover.

My baby’s father.

My lifetime partner.

And my friend.

Luphelo: moja kalok.

He tried to make himself immune to this song but it was getting to his head.

Me: I will only wear these skirts in the bedroom ke.

Luphelo: okay.
Me: I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said as Reid and Lelethu came out the bathroom already dressed so we
took our stuff and our baby and then walked to the car.

Luphelo was the one driving this time so I sat on the passenger seat next to
him. He put on some music but instead he put on an instrumental which he
tried to skip but it jammed.

Reid: haike guys we have to wait for the instrumental to end. So let’s just
freestyle. And flex on how rich we are.

We laughed.

Lelethu: qondile. Qhala Cum Laude. Then it will be BSc, then BAS and
then it will be me.

-start.

Luphelo: ya’ll bragging about being the breadwinner.

But I’m an award winner.

Guess from now on I should change my demeanor.

Can’t make time for everyone when you got a Rolex.

My son can barely talk but he’s so rich you would think he created Forex.

My wife’s ass so fat I should call her Peaches.

Papi like fat ass so you no worry baby bout deze bitches. (sounding
Jamaican) I also like getting degrees.

So I thought I should get two from different universities.

I put the smart in the phone.

I spend 2k on cologne.

I hit the Thuso Phala when I gotta come home..

When you got my kinda money your only enemy is SARS.

So rich I could take my wife on a date to Mars.

Let that shit sink in bruh those were solid bars.

Me: I’m twenty two.

But I can already afford to buy my own Jimmy Choo.

I don’t have a lot of friends.

So when I’m bored I just rev my Benz.

Husband’s dick so long I should call him Khali.

Heh wena Zi-Khali.

Let’s go to Zimbali.

Si spend’e imali singa dlali.

If our cards decline we can pay our bill off with my neck.

Start a new life with your wrist.

But that’s just a plot twist.

The reality is Daddy spoils me like I’m London Tipton from the Suite Life on
Deck.

And my house is a fortress.

You can spot that crib a mile away bitch don’t act like you didn’t notice.

Reid: My cars got horses.

Me and my nigga drive Porshes.

Black cards and black skins.

We need richer next of kins.

We take road trips with the Benz.

While you keep posting your Van’s.

Shits cheap to us but to you it’s expensive.

Because our net worth is extensive.

We are squad goals, we are black niggas with no excuses.

Came from nothing.

But look at us stunting.

Our wrists could change your life.

Majama’s neck could Lobola your wife.

Our houses could buy 10 of your houses.

Our spouses weave collection could feed all of your spouses.

.

Lelethu: All my accounts are paid.

All my designer prints are laid.

Damn right I gotta change my demeanor.

Cos I just bought a Beamer.

I wear red bottoms and Zara.

Princess cut diamonds and a tiara.

Ya’ll do illegal shit for this money.

But I just charge an arm and a leg for legal advice.

Then go shopping with my girl without checking the price.

I’m so humble I eat amanqina in Summerstrand.

I’m the highest bidder in auctions for land.

While you keep tweeting that white people should bring it back.

Next year I’m buying a Maybach.

We ended off the freestyles by Wilding out on each other’s verses and
giving each other a round of applause. That was hot.

.
We finally arrived at Durban and Kumkani was becoming a real pain in the
ass in the car. It took us 5 hours to get from Mthatha to Durban and by then
I was the one taking over from Luphelo with the driving. We arrived at the
cottage we booked and our families were already there but we didn’t have
time to bond because we only had 4 hours before the awards ceremony
begins so we slept for 2 hours, freshened up and got dressed in the other 2
hours and then the entire family went to the venue. Luphelo and Reid
rented two Rarri’s for the event and blasted Ricky Rick’s “Sidlukothini”
which was reminiscent of how they showed up to Luphelo and I’s white
wedding.

Them: wen’ unamanga boy.

Ndiyan’ bona niqoka ama fake.

They started dancing these American dance moves but the hype was real. I
only thought

Luphelo could do local dance moves I didn’t know he could dance to hip
hop as well. At his age.

I doubt this man will ever age.

So Lelethu and Reid got into the first rental and then Luphelo and I got into
the second. Luphelo let me drive while Reid drove his rental.

Luphelo: mamela ke Njayam… Nzok yeka u race’ise no Mamekhaya. If she

wins ndizoya esbhedlele ndiyok fumanela I donor le jwabu ulinxibe cos
uzabe uyi kwekwe.

-listen dawg, I’m going to let you race with the woman of the house. If she
wins I’m going to the hospital to get you a foreskin donor so you can wear it
because you will be a boy.

Reid and Lelethu laughed.

Lelethu: Baby don’t accept this challenge Hlalumi isn’t scared of dying
bruh.
Me: fondin Reid accept this challenge.

Reid: and if I beat her? What do I win?

Me: my wrist. And if I Win, I get your wrist.

Reid: Moja.

Me: Abashwe.

I said as I started the car and revved it.

Lelethu: 3…2…1…makunyeke.

Reid and I took off and raced each other to venue but I know Durban from
studying the routes when I was googling tourists sites and that’s how I
knew how to get there faster. So I won the

race and arrived there 5 minutes before Reid did. By the time they had
arrived, Luphelo and I were eating peanuts in the car so they parked next
to us and accepted defeat.

Reid: you’re crazy Hlalumi bonanje.

Me: funa u size bani lwe jwabu? Small, medium or large?

-what size of a foreskin do you want?

Luphelo: hay baby ngathi u grand u extra small for lomjita.

-no baby I think extra small is good for this guy.

Lelethu: rhaaa Unyile.

We laughed as I signaled that I want his watch and he gave it to me. It’s so
beautiful so I wore it on my other wrist before we were called in. It was time
for the ceremony to start.

.
.

The ceremony was quite fun. I expected it to be boring but I couldn’t wait
for my man to finally get his award. They played an 8 minutes long clip of
his achievements

On a flat screen monitor and that just made me fall in love with him even
more. They reflected on how he built his empires, featured his court
appearances and him hitting the Thuso Phala after every win. He’s
currently on a 41-0 winning murder case streak in court and that streak
began when he was only 25 so Luphelo has taken up an average of 4,5
murder cases per year since he was 25.

The background music was Da L. E. S ft Gemini Major’s “Lifestyle” and

Luphelo watched his own life with so much tranquility but deep inside I
knew he was feeling it. He was finally called up to say his speech so he got
up and then he went onto the stage while getting a standing ovation.

Luphelo: wangena uMqocwa. Wangena uJojo. Wangena uTiyeka. Sangena

Iskhali esikhala kahle. uMazembe. Ngcolosi ubutsolo bentonga elizi
thandela amalahla aluthuthu ayatshisa wawanyathela ungafa.

Crowd: Camagu!!

Luphelo: Aw Mabhebheza, Spinal chord Sam, arm rest yam phakama

mkam baku bone.

-stand up my wife so they can see you.

Luphelo never told me he was going to wild out on me but judging by the
reaction of the audience, they really wanted to see me so I stood up and
basked in the sound of their applauses and cheers. Luphelo was turning a
predominantly white space into a black invasion. I love that about him.

Luphelo: That is your future businesswoman of the year award recipient.

My wife. The Punisher. uMajama. Thank you for the support. Thank you for
telling me that I’m the best. Thank you for
the idea’s and for always making the tough calls when I’m emotionally
unable to. I love you Sthandwa sam. God bless you.

Crowd: Ncoh.

Everybody clapped their hands as I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. I
was really overwhelmed by the fact that he chose to Honour me instead of
focusing on himself so I blew a kiss to him which he caught.

Luphelo: “imoto umay mile ayi khonkothwa nazizinja. Kodwa umay mile
zikhonkotha ehambayo”.

He sang and some woman yelled “sing LJ” in the background and earned
some giggles.

Luphelo: “Imoto” by Mlindo the Vocalist is a motivational anthem for any

black child who wants to make it in the world irregardless of their
circumstances. My wife can tell you, I don’t watch soapies like The Queen,
Isibaya, The River etc because I hate the message. I hate the fact that they
are telling a black child that it is impossible to be successful without
shedding blood or being part of corruption for people like us. I don’t want
my son to grow up with that mentality because here I am. I made it in life by
using my brain which is lethal. My Xhosa brain is lethal. Success needs you
to be relentless in your pursuit. Success needs you to be untamed in terms
of what you want and I envisioned myself living a certain life but I didn’t
want blood on my hands nor a short cut. So I studied even under the street
lights at times. I studied next to a candle at times. I have been through hell.
I have been at a high school where teachers don’t teach. I have been
through trauma. I’m black. I have a huge list of excuses but I told those
excuses to kiss my ass. I just want to thank my mother for the unconditional
love. Mama your love has saved my life. Tata…Daddy. (crowd says Ncoh) I
love you Daddy. Thank you for teaching me about cars. It’s through you
that the dream of owning foreign cars was born. To my big brothers and big
sister… Growing up with you three was great. I know we have our
moments when we don’t see eye to eye but our eyes were created by the
same woman and the same man so we have no choice but to get along.
And I don’t mind because I love you guys unconditionally. To my friends
that came up with me L & Reid, I think it’s very important to surround
yourself with friends who have the same vision as you. You can’t surround
yourself with people who get mad when you can’t hang with them anymore
because you’re busy studying or pushing your hustle. You can’t surround
yourself with people who say “hehake Patrice Motsepe” when you tell them
about your dreams to become rich. I have many more people to thank but
let me just end off by saying I also thank me: The Finisher. For not allowing
my circumstances to define me. For not allowing the streets to consume
me. For not allowing relationships to be the most important thing in my life.
I wanted to have two companies and not two women. Thank you YBA’s for
this award and also thank you to my son Kumkani “Trust fund” Jama for
motivating Daddy with a single look. I love you boy. Thank you.

He concluded his speech by raising his award in the air and then earning
another standing ovation.

Insert 116: Mbangata Ikhona

:: THE CARTERS – FRIENDS is a need for this insert ::

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After the ceremony, everyone drove back to the cottage. When we arrived
there, the family was already waiting to congratulate uLuphelo. Even
Mommy was proud. It was actually the first time I saw her peck his lips and
knowing Mommy, she used to dislike this black culture that exists wherein
everybody can just kiss everybody. She never understood it until now.

I watched from the background as my husband received all the praise and I
couldn’t be happier. He deserved it. Busted his ass instead of accepting his
fate. He has told me several times the challenges that he had to overcome
in order to get to this place and he’s been through it all. Rejection, failure,
mockery etc… He’s seen all of that but he took all of that like a man and
persevered.

He finally slipped away from his family and then he came to get me.

Luphelo: Ndiyak khumbula bruh.

-I miss you.

I smiled and then kissed his lips.

Me: hay kalok Sthandwa sam I was just giving you your 30 minutes of
fame.

I said as I fixed his tie. It didn’t need any fixing. I just wanted to touch him.

Luphelo: how was my speech?

Me: half as amazing as you are. I just… It truly brings me anxiety to think I
could have not met you Luphelo. You’re so god damn supportive of my
dreams. And I’m proud of you. All you have achieved and you’re still so
humble. They don’t make them like you anymore.

Luphelo: Qondile. So don’t you dare leave me.

Me: yhu mna ndi shiye I Finisher yam? Never kalok baby.
-I leave my Finisher?

He giggled.

Luphelo: izand ncamise bawokazi.

-Let me kiss.

Me: andimanga ndleleni yakho nam bawo.

-I’m not standing in your way either.

He giggled as he leaned down for a kiss and we kissed against the rental.
I’m so attracted to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and then his
phone rang so he answered it. It was Reid.

Luphelo: Yinton fondin?

-what?

Reid: anisa funxani uyaphuma endlini uMaka Lumi uya apho phandle
andifuni afike umntanakhe efunxwa yindoda eyayise University kuze
uHlalumi beqhala uGrade 1.

-you guys are sucking each other so much but Lumi’s mother is

Going out of the house now she’s going there so I don’t want her to get
there and find her daughter being sucked by a man who was in University
when Hlalumi was starting Grade 1.

We burst out laughing. Reid is truly funny when he wants to be.

Luphelo: enkosi Njayam.

Reid: Moja.

He hung up and Mommy came out as Reid had said and walked over to us.
Mommy: uhm Jama I just want to apologize for always being on your case
about my daughter. Uyayazi I only want the best for her but after the
respect you gave her today…I realised I have nothing to worry about. So…
I want you to have this ring. Its very important to me Jama but ke I don’t
mind giving it to you because you put my daughter on a pedestal and
you’re possessive in a very good way. I wish you could teach more men
how to be possessive because you know she’s yours… And you put a
beautiful claim on her… But you still allow her to be her. And that’s
amazing so ina Mqocwa. Please wear this.

Mommy took the ring she wears on her right ring finger and then gave it to
Luphelo who wore it on his pinkie finger. It looked so amazing on his hand.

Luphelo: Enkosi Pat. And thank you for your apology. You didn’t have to
apologize though ngoba I’m a parent too so I understood your concerns.

Mommy: yeah thank you. I love you Kodwa ke Jama. And I’m sure you
know that by now.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said as he hugged my mommy and I will never stop appreciating such

moments. To have the most important people in your life, your mother and
your husband exchange “I love yous” is the most beautiful thing in the
world. I am content. I have learnt that I’m lucky to not only have

someone who knows how to treat me but knows how to treat my mother as
well. Because ladies, the reality is our moms are an older version of us.
Anyone who fails to convey love to your mother isn’t worthy of your love.

We walked back to the house where Senior and Ma were getting ready to
go to their Sjava concert. They said their goodbyes to everyone so Luphelo
took me to our bedroom.
Luphelo: baby I also got us tickets to go to le concert ka Sjava but I didn’t
tell uReid no Lelethu.

It’s his birthday today.

Me: really?!! Why didn’t he say anything?

Luphelo: he didn’t want to make today about him kalok Majama. So ndicela
uyoba xelela ba tshintshe. Find a way to make them get dressed in
comfortable clothes kuze sizoyo xhentsa.

I laughed.

Me: hay sum qhela umculo ka Sjava wena tsh.

-don’t disrespect Sjava’s music.

I said before going to knock on Reid and Lelethu’s bedroom door.

Lelethu: coming.

I exhaled as I waited. Lelethu opened after a solid two minutes.

Lelethu: Yinton bawo yintoni?!

Me: hehake Yinton ndi moshe umnqongo wenu dahn Bhudaz?

-did I ruin your sex?

I asked as I went to sit on the bed next to Reid and put my elbow on his
shoulders.

Lelethu: ewe Hlalumi Jama you did. What do you want?

Me: I just miss you guys. By the way kutheni nisanxibe formal?

-why are you still wearing formally?

Reid: Hlalumi mntase please massage my shoulders. Ayifuni le bitch.

-this bitch doesn’t want to.

We laughed as I sat behind him and then gave him a shoulder rub. A
softness fell on Lelethu’s face. She liked this.

Lelethu: mntase you’re right we should be changing Kodwa ngoku.

Me: yeah nam I wanna do the same qha I thought I must come check up on
ya’ll. Reid mntase get dressed in different clothes and I’ll massage you.

Reid: moja.

Me: sharp ke.

I said as I climbed off the bed and went back to my bedroom with my
husband who was now wearing a white thight fitted golf shirt with tight Grey
ankle length pants and black shiny Italian shoes. He looked so hot. I wore
my red polka dot maxi dress with a heart shaped neck line and I felt so
good about myself because it’s not tight therefore I Won’t have to worry
about my belly fat. When we were done getting dressed, I went to take
uKumkani from Rosey who is so amazing with babies but Lusanda was
actually the one who was looking after Kumkani. So I found her in the room
with Rosey so I chilled with them.

Me: Rose mntase ndicela I favor.

-I’m asking for a favor.

Rose: ndi mamele sisi.

-I’m listening.

She said as Lethu came into the room and then she sat with us on the bed.

Me: I need a house keeper. Can you help me find one?

Rose: Sure I can arrange that.

Me: ungabe undi ncedile.

-you will be of help.

Lelethu: uxelele lo house keeper ingaku linge Incwase u Finisher ke

please. Akadlali ngo Tato mntanakhe lo sisi.

-do tell that housekeeper that she shouldn’t desire to have the Finisher.
This lady doesn’t play with her baby daddy.

We giggled as I nudged her shoulder. We continued talking with the ladies

until it was time for us to leave.

Lelethu and I drove the rented Ferrari’s to the Sjava concert. They didn’t
know where they were going so they just followed behind us and Lelethu
parked next to me. This was a real squad goals moment and of course we
took pictures next to the twin Ferrari’s and posted them on Instagram.

Luphelo: Happy birthday to you!!

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear Mnqunduuu.

Happy birthday to you.

Reid laughed as him and Luphelo hugged.

Reid: heh kaka I thought ulibele.

-you forgot.
Luphelo: no I didn’t and I appreciate the fact that you kept quiet just so that
you won’t dim my shine. But ke Njayam… I know you love uSjava too so
we’re gonna see him in VIP.

Reid lost his mind when Luphelo took the tickets out so Lelethu and I held
hands as we adorably watched our husbands hugging.

Luphelo: and uhm… I bought you some shares kwi company ka Joe… 10%
as a birthday gift. I have the paper work in PE you just have to sign.

Reid: Yho Njayam enkosi bruh.

He said as he shook my man’s hand and then they hugged once again. I
also came to hug Reid.

Me: happy birthday idiot.

He laughed.

Reid: where’s my gift?

I took off the watch I won From him earlier during our race.

Me: Here’s your gift mntase. I hope you like it.

We all laughed.

Reid: ngeyam le watch kaka tsek.

-this watch is mine.

Me: no it was mine but now it’s yours again. Happy birthday once again. I
love you and I hope you get more years to come. We need you around.

Reid: love you too Majama.

He said as he kissed my cheek and then we hugged. Lelethu gave Luphelo

a piggy back ride to the gate. We’re so grown yet so awesomely childish.

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.

We had an amazing time at the concert. We didn’t see Senior and Ma at

the concert though. Mommy and Lusanda wanted to sight see different
places in Durban hence they didn’t come to

the concert. Luyanda and Luthando don’t like Sjava at all so they said they
would rather stay at the cottage and throw a party by inviting the people
they know in Durban.

The concert was 4 hours long and had a lot of artists. There was gqom too
which made the Finisher lose his morals and dance. Hay rha uyaysusa. He
was dancing with the keys of the Ferrari in his hands which made him so
attractive.

Lelethu: awwwww award winner.

Luphelo: vele!! Yabona from now on xanihleba ndini buze nithini anisoze
nithi “it’s none of your business” ngelo xesha Ndiyi businessman of the
year.

-you see from now on when you gossip and I ask you what you’re saying
you will never say “it’s none of your business” when I’m the businessman of
the year.

Me: Oh bawo. ♀

We laughed as Lelethu kept hyping him and I chilled with Reid since we
genuinely wanted to focus on the show.

After the show, we met the celebrities and paid to take selfies. Luphelo
initially refused to pay to take pictures with other people until he saw Nadia
Nakai. He paid for that selfie.

Once we were done, we drove to Eyadini Lounge. It was my first time being
there but the rest have been there so I just followed them and we found a
table and placed our orders. Zodwa Wabantu was performing there so
Luphelo subtly put his hands in his pockets to conceal his dick print.

Me: ubatyiwe Zikhali?

-are you horny?

Luphelo: ha.a baby.

Me: khupha izandla empokothweni ndibone!

-take your hands out of your pocket so I can see.

Luphelo: hehake Mrs Jama.

Me: Luphelo! I’m going to count down from 10 and when I get to 1 that dick
must be sleeping.

Luphelo: hehake baby ine bedtime ngoku intoyam? Hay hay baby.

-my thing has a bedtime now?

Reid and Lelethu were dying of laughter.

Lelethu: uMaka Trust Fund no Taka Trust Fund deserve a reality show to
teach couples how to argue shame.

She said as she laughed at us and we laughed too. Zodwa stopped

performing and we got our food so we ate while having a nice conversation.
I needed to use the bathroom to Lelethu and I went to the bathroom
together where we fixed each other’s make up. We wanted to look good for
our men so much that the women in the bathroom were even surprised that
we were trying

to look good for our husband’s and thought it was so adorable how we
wanted to look good for them.

We went back to the table and there was another girl sitting on the seat
next to my man.
Me: and then?

Zinhle: sawubona sisi.

-hello.

Me: hi.

Zinhle: igama ngu Zinhle.

-the name is Zinhle.

Me: Hlalumi.

Zinhle: mina bengiz’ bonela nje isoka phela umuhle lomuntu. Kodwa
beseng tshelile yena ukuba seshatile Kodwa mina ngathi angina nkinga ne
ndoda ene sthembu.

-I just saw a boyfriend because this person is handsome. But he already

told me that he’s married but I told him I don’t have a problem with a man
that is a polygamist.

Me: nam shame mntase andina nxaki nesthembu in fact lo utshate no Me,
no Myself no I.

Sibathathu kulo. uNumber 4 asimfuni. So ndicela uhambe sisi before ndiku

khaphe.

-I also don’t have a problem with polygamy in fact this one is married to Me,
Myself and I. There are three of us with this man and we don’t want a
number 4. So please leave sis before I accompany you.

Zinhle: yho hay shame ngiya xolisa-

I’m sorry-

Me: nam phela ngiyaxolisa sisi. Kodwa hamba manje siyabonga.

-I’m also sorry. But leave now thank you.

I said as she got up and then walked away. I was truly pissed at how
random that was.

Insert 117: Zandile Kupiso

:: Liquideep-Still wrote this insert for you guys ::

Lelethu was laughing hysterically at my reaction to the encounter between

Zinhle and I. Reid was shaking his head as if he has never seen a display
of lunacy of this magnitude. My husband was barely surprised. He knows
me. He knows I don't play games when it comes to my man. So he just
drank his shot and honestly I love to watch Luphelo drink. Especially when
he lifts his glass up with his left hand and exposes his ring. By the way he
has a really beautiful wedding band. It's not your average plain gold
wedding band, it's diamond encrusted on the exterior and on the interior it
has "Ncumo Jama" engraved in cursive handwriting. And he often jokes
that he had my name engraved inside his ring just in case he loses his
memory like the man in the movie The Vow. He wants to be able to believe
that he was married to me because I'm so crazy he wouldn't marry me
twice.

Lelethu: Jama awubaweli ubakwi Sthembu?

-don't you finna be in a polygamous marriage?

Luphelo gave me the side eye and they laughed because they knew he
wanted to say yes but he couldn't because I was around.

Luphelo: i coast ayikabi clear for uphendula lombuzo Lethu.

-the coast isn't clear yet to answer that question.

I giggled.

Me: no baby phendula shame cos noba unothi yes iyafana ayizo kwenzeka
lo kaka. Ungowam wena.

-no baby answer because even if you say yes it's the same thing it's not
gonna happen. You're

mine.

Reid: tsi.

Me: amen.

We laughed at the hype.

Luphelo: but I wouldn't be in a polygamous marriage ngoba I would always

wanna fuck

uHlalumi. Bathini abanye abafazi bona?

-what should the other wives do?

Lelethu: Okay Finisher.

He giggled.

Luphelo: no really I wouldn't be fair on the other wives. I would get upset
that they don't challenge me. They don't contribute to my businesses. They
just wanna be wives and mothers hay fock I want i Punisher yam mna.

Me: sakthandi.

-I love you.

Luphelo: Ndakthanda nam.

-I love you too.

We kissed and then continued having our conversation with them. We got
tired of being at Eyadini Lounge so we decided to move to a different
location.

In the car Luphelo played Liquideep's "Still".

Me: haike haike. Misa imoto!

-stop the car.

He pulled up on the side of the road and so did Reid and Lelethu. They
didn't even ask questions. They knew why we pulled over as soon as they
heard the music. I started dancing for my husband.

Me: Iza Taka Trust Fund fondin.

I said as I challenged him to a dance battle. He laughed because he knew

he's gonna fuck me up.
Luphelo: suyenza lento Maka Trust Fund.

-don't do this.

He dismissed as Lelethu turned up the volume.

Luphelo: Haike Hlalumi..

I will love you til time stands still.

I will love you.

Love you til time stands still.

I will love you..

Baby girl I always will.

I will love you.

Love you til time stands still.

I will love you.

Love you til time stands still.

It was so adorable how he sang the chorus for me. And the way he was
dancing for me was so chilled. He was happy. Lelethu and Reid were
dancing together in the background and this was just lit. This was fun. This
was life. He wrapped his arms around me and then he kissed my temple.

Luphelo: I mean it baby.

Me: I know sthandwa sam. I love you too. But I still want that dance battle.

He laughed as he turned me around and then hit a 5 second intricate

Thuso Phala which made me issue out an apology.
Luphelo: I dance better than I lay my case eCourt sisi so please don't
challenge me again.

Me: okay moja kalok Finisher bawo.

I said whilst sulking. We said our last happy birthday to Reid at 23: 59 pm
before driving back home.

Trust Fund wasn't asleep by the time we got home. He was crying so I took
him from Rose. I was too tired for this.

Luphelo: ndiku ncede baby?

-should I help you?

Me: No sleep. You're tired ndiyaku bona.

-I can see you.

Luphelo: okay good night.

He said as he climbed into bed in his underwear. He's so sexy. It's not even
funny anymore. I went to the living room to try to get Kumkani to calm down
so I tried to give him my breast. He sucked a few times but that still wasn't
enough so I walked all over the living room trying to get him to calm down.

Me: Oh yhini Tiyeka? Ndicela u sizele uMama kalok yhini na mntano myeni
wam. Please.

-Please feel pity for mommy my husband's child.

I pleaded as I sat down on the couch. I noticed I was sitting on something

so I pulled Luthando's cellphone from under my butt. He has no password
so curiosity killed the cat. I went through his phone and the first thing that I
did was to go to his Gallery. I saw a lot of general photo's but there was a
folder that caught my eye titled "her ".

I clicked on that folder and I almost fell from my seat when I saw literally
127 pictures of myself on his phone. And they were mostly my old pictures
from the time I used to use Herbalife so I was in mostly revealing clothes to
try to show my clients the benefits of using the product. I was in my swim
suits, gym clothes and tight jumpsuits, dresses etc and I was mortified.

Me: The fuck?!

There was probably only 5 pictures of me fully dressed on his phone and
only 3 of me taken when I was already married to his little brother. I couldn't
watch anymore so I threw his phone aside and luckily because he came
into the living room. He was stunned when he saw me in close proximity to
his cellphone.

Luthando: hi Hlalumi.

He said awkwardly.

Me: Hi.

He took his phone.

Luthando: Did you touch my phone?

Me: Luthando I'm tired... I'm up with a crying baby. Why would I touch your
phone? I sounded so irritated so a softness fell upon his face. He was
buying it.

Luthando: okay. I'm sorry. Good night.

Me: good night.

I said as he walked out. Kumkani managed to fall asleep so I took him and
put him in bed with

Mommy and Daddy.

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In the morning, Kumkani cried again so I woke his father up.

Me: sperm donor. Your product is crying.

Luphelo: ngoku ndine award na baby?

-even now that I have an award?

I exhaled as I got up.

Me: YBA's fucked up by giving you an award shame.

He giggled before going back to sleep so I took Kumkani to the kitchen

where Lelethu was with Kungawo. She was also feeding him so we greeted
each other. Reid was already up, taking care of his son like a good father
should.

Reid: where's Luphelo? He should be feeding his baby ngoku.

Me: mxm uske Wandi xelela nge award yakhe lamntu etshonge ntloko. -
instead that person told me about his award with his big head. Luphelo:
kutheni ingathi ayino nwabisi nje lentba ndine award?

-why is it that it seems like the fact that I have an award doesn't make you
guys happy? Us: Oooh. ♀ ♀ ♂

Luphelo: I mean like xolweni guys I didn't mean to be successful yi mistake.

Bendifuna nje i teaspoon le success ndaske ndakha nge cephe lonke.

-I just wanted a teaspoon of success instead I used the whole spoon.

Reid: kumoshakele.
-everything is ruined.

We laughed.

Me: akhonto iyawuze iphinde ibe right ngoku.

-nothing will ever be alright now.

We laughed as Rose came down and greeted us. She went to get the door
and in came a light skinned, skinny lady wearing a black jumpsuit with
purple heels. Her: hey mntase.

Rose: hey. Nanku ke lo sisi ndifuna umbone.

-here is the lady I want you to see.

She came to introduce that lady to me.

Rose: Hlalumi ngu Mpumie lona. She's currently unemployed so she can
be your housekeeper.

Luphelo coughed while Reid laughed silently on the chair.

Me: kutheni ukhohlela wena?

-why are you coughing?

Luphelo: ndine fever fondin Majama.

-I have a fever.

Me: iqhale ufika ko Mpumie?

-did it start upon Mpumie's arrival?

Luphelo: mnk khandiyoko ndlula i bhedi mna.

-let me go do the bed.

I rolled my eyes. Since when does Luphelo do the bed? He walked away
and Lelethu had to fix this for me.

Lelethu: Kodwa Rosey uMpumie is too beautiful to be employed by a

married couple. Be fair.

Rose: Kodwa Lethu-

Lelethu: ha.a Rosey.

Mpumie sisi I don't know you and I'm not trying to say you're that type of
housekeeper but sene fever ngoku Luphelo. We can't employ you we're
sorry.

-he already has a fever.

She said as she took out R300 as compensation for wasting Mpumie's time
and then gave it to her.

We all had breakfast while discussing the Sjava concert and Then we went
to take a shower.

Rose kept Kumkani while Luphelo and I showered together.

Me: Luphelo did you find her attractive?

Luphelo: who?

Me: uMpumie?

Luphelo: she's okay.

His tone was very dismissive. I left it at that because I didn't want to annoy
him. I thought about Luthando.
Me: (giggling) baby what would you do if you found out one of your brothers
has like pictures of me? Like those half naked ones from my Herbalife
days.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: bayawube bezi gcinelantoni?

-why would they keep them?

Me: I don't know... But would you be upset?

Luphelo: very.

Me: what would you do about it?

Luphelo: Andazi Hlalumi but no brother of mine is going to have such

pictures of uMama

womntanam... My wife... On his phone and expect me to not get upset.

Maybe ke I would let

that shit go if it was another man because ke they don't owe me anything
but not my brother's.

That's disrespectful.

Me: I see.

I said I kissed him. I shouldn't have done that cos Papi pinned me against
the wall and fucked me in the shower. When we were done, we got
dressed and then Reid blasted Mlindo the Vocalists "Imoto" in the passage
just to hype his best friend who sang the second verse in the passage.

Luphelo: Mna ndiyazphandela

Ndiyazphandela
Ndinadwazo lwempilo wam

Ndizamela abantwana basekhaya

Bantwana basekhaya

Ndifuna bakhule beflexer

Bakhule Beflexer (sings while flexing his wrist)

Ndifuna uDot afunde eMultiracial school

Afunde eMultiracial school

Ahambe ngezimoto ezithandwa nguye

Oh ezithandwa nguye

Varsity Intwana yam ifike ngtransi

Ifike ngetransi

NeO'lady liythengele itransi.

Ma: Iphi ke lo transi?

-where is that car?

Luphelo: nangomso ndingakunika.

-I could even give it to you tomorrow.

Us: Yho yho yho.

We all hyped his response and then laughed at it.

.
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Insert 118: Firstborn Lady-Dee

We said our goodbyes to our families because we needed to leave earlier

since we were going to drive. I truly felt like letting Mommy leave with
uKumkani because he becomes really difficult during road trips but I would
rather have that than anxiety. Because I will never relax knowing that he's
not with me.

Lelethu was the one driving so Luphelo and I sat on the backseat while the
sperm donor held his product. He would kiss Kumkani and Kumkani would
kiss him back. It was the cutest thing in the world.

Luphelo: Mcwah.

Kumkani:

Luphelo: Mcwah.

Kumkani:

Reid: akayazi lento ayenzayo uTrust Fund guys.

-Trust Fund doesn't know what he's doing.

We laughed.

Luphelo: uythethiswa yilento ndine award ne lento Njayam?

-you're saying this because I have an award right?

Us: Oh. ♀ ♀ ♂

Lelethu: and we're stuck with this person for 900+ km's.

We laughed.

Luphelo: ndifuna ukwenza umbulelo when I get back home.

-I want to make a Thanksgiving.

Me: that's a good idea sthandwa sam. Have you spoken to your father?

Luphelo: yes baby I have. He says it's fine.

Reid: ungaklinge uflex'e ebuhlanti Jama Ndiyak cela.

-don't you dare flex on ancestral grounds please.

We laughed.

Luphelo: I won't flex fondin relax.

He said as he looked out of the window.

Lelethu: Kodwa guys we need to talk about what happened eMthatha at

night.

We all laughed.

Me: yiyeke ilale Lelethu!

-let it rest.
Lelethu: no I can't Hlalumi. Did we all do what I think we did?

Me: yazi Luphelo and I had no intentions to fuck until we heard you guys
fucking... Then we became horny. Then yena ke ngoku he couldn't take it
so we also fucked. And we wanted to stay quiet but then he hit my G spot
and that's when I made a noise.

They gasped.

Lelethu: Jama you know where the G spot is?

Luphelo: my dick has great tunnel vision bruh.

He said whilst licking his lips.

Reid: Iphi G spot njayam?

-where is the G spot?

Luphelo: ndingu Google maps mna bawo?

-am I Google maps?

Reid: hay ptsek Finisher bawo khenze.

Luphelo: so the clit is not just what you think it is... It's actually bigger... So
ke the spot is more like a region instead of like... A button... Therefore I
position my dick such that its more to the top than the bottom of her vaginal
walls... And then I search for it. That's what makes sex feel good... Its the
searching. But you can also find it by using your fingers bengathi uthi
izapha ngeminwe.

-so it's like you're saying "come here" with your fingers.

Reid: Seyo expert.

-you're such an expert.

We laughed.
Luphelo: chwepheshe njayam.

-a professional.

Lelethu: yazi Hlalumi uLuphelo wanted to be a gynecologist at some point.

Me: hay rha yena eythanda kangaka ikuku!

-him? When he loves pussy so much.

Luphelo: ndithanda leyakho bawokazi.

-I love yours.

That stopped me in my tracks so I exhaled.

Me: what changed your mind Jama?

He laughed.

Luphelo: benza banjwa baby.

-I was going to get arrested.

We all burst out laughing because we knew what he meant. He was

probably going to fuck his patients.

We finally arrived eMonti where we were going to take our rest. We booked
into a hotel room this time but we booked one suite that had two bedrooms.
I changed Kumie with Lelethu in the bedroom whilst our men watched
soccer in the living room.
Me: Lelethu yesterday I saw my brother in laws phone and so I became
curious khubone. And I went straight to his pictures... And then I saw 127
pictures of myself saved on a folder. Like most of those pictures were my
revealing fitness pictures like why would he have those pictures? And I
kinda wanna tell uLuphelo about that because it's disgusting.

Lelethu: which brother is it?

Me: Luthando.

Lelethu: yhoo.

Me: what?

Lelethu: look if it was u Luyanda then by all means I would support you but
its uLuthando. And Luthando no Luphelo are equally aggressive. They are
equally stubborn so talking won't help, they will fight and both men aren't
used to losing a fight so they will kill each other. It will be like two tigers
fighting over

Territory so I suggest you speak to their mother.

Me: how do you even know this Lelethu?

She smiled.

Lelethu: I had a thing no Luthando baaaack when I used to study with

Luphelo. He used to do

MMA and jongaaa. Nigga can fight bruh and I was so attracted to that.

Me: I thought I was the only one who is crazy about men who can fight.

Lelethu: hay mntase yhoo imagine dating a coward? We want amadoda

okufuneka uwanqande uthi "baby please... Mxolele sthandwa sam he's
bleeding".

-men that you have to stop and say..

I laughed before taking Kumkani and then kissing him. I then strapped him
on my back with a towel before Lethu and I went to the kitchen to make
dinner for all four of us. We watched TV before everyone went into their
separate bedrooms. Kumkani was sleeping by then so my man

and I took a quick shower. I was starting my period so I wore a pad and
then climbed into bed whilst having a towel wrapped from beneath my
armpits. I was only in my underwear underneath it so Luphelo cuddled
behind me. I didn't say anything to him... I just allowed him to kiss my
shoulder blades. He was horny. So he took his underwear off and then he
caressed my breasts. All of this would have felt amazing if I wasn't
hormonal.

Luphelo: baby?

Me: mhm?

Luphelo: ndiyaku feba kalok febeka.

I exhaled.

Me: ndiya mensa.

-I'm menstruating.

Luphelo: I will use a condom.

He said as he pulled up the towel and tried to pull my panty down but I lost
it.

Me: What the fuck Luphelo!! Give my pussy a break you're always so
fucking horny hay Luphelo.

I started crying so he wore his underwear and then got out of bed. I was
emotional because I was just tired. I can't keep up with Luphelo. He's too
sexual and I was afraid that refusing might cause problems in our marriage.
That maybe he might try to find someone to supplement my performance to
his satisfaction.
Luphelo: xolo keh sthandwa sam. I didn't think I was pushing. Xolo
Majama.

He said as he hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and then held
him completely and I felt so safe.

Luphelo: are you being hormonal because of your periods or do you have
something to get off your chest and let your husband know?

I sniffed.

Me: baby we have sex too much and I'm tired but I didn't want to say
anything because I'm trying so hard to make our marriage interesting for
you. I don't want to lose you.

He hugged me tighter.

Luphelo: baby your beauty is so interesting. Your smile... Thats interesting.

Your humor is interesting. Watching you put your make up on... Thats
interesting too. Talking to you for hours is interesting and informative. I love
to watch TV with you... There's a lot of things about you that I find
interesting the sex... The sex is nice yes but it's only nice because I thought
we were on the same page. I would never marry a woman just for sex. I
love you so much and whatever issues we face I will face them at home not
between someone else's thighs Majama you're my only shot at this thing
called happiness so I need you more than you need me. Vah Mababy?

I giggled when he said "Mababy".

Me: that's so freaking cute.

We both giggled as he kissed my temple.

Luphelo: so let's talk ke baby.

He said as he took my hand and pulled me to the bed so we both climbed

in and then faced each other.

Me: sthandwa sam I think we should leave money for our nieces and
nephews education. There are 4 of them Mos... So I think we should leave
money for each child for university or college because we can't leave their
future on your brothers' hands. They are unreliable af. If they do manage to
get a bursary or your brothers can afford to pay ke they can use that money
to kick start their dreams. But I don't want uKumkani to have the
opportunities alone he will think he's the shit but he's not.

He laughed.

Luphelo: okay baby. That's an amazing idea.

He said before wrapping his arms around my waist and then he came
closer and kissed me. I kissed him back and we made

Out before I fell asleep in his arms.

Luphelo was such a husband on the following day because he left to buy
Neurofen tablets with Adco Dols, a sachet of Grandpa and some Lindt
Chocolates for my period pains which were extremely painful when I woke
up. He also left with Kumkani to make sure that I won't have to stress about
feeding him. So I showered when he was gone and then waited in bed
before he came back about 15 minutes later with breakfast for everyone.

Luphelo: Molo Mababy.

I turned pink. It's everything about the way he says it and means it that
knocks me out.

Me: hello myeni wam.

He kissed my lips.

Luphelo: how do you feel?

Me: it hurts. Period pains are like Labour lite pains.

He took out my food.

Luphelo: Should I help you up?

Me: no baby I can...

I said as I pulled myself up and then my man fed me. He also gave me my
pills and then he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: ndikthanda ingathi ndizo batalwa.

-I love you like I'm going to get paid.

Me: Ndikthanda ingathi ndiya nyanzelwa.

-i love you like I'm being forced.

Luphelo: ndikthanda ingathi ndiya threatenishwa.

-I love you like I'm being threatened.

Me: rha ndikthanda ingathi kuthiwa "thanda lomntu or kanye awuzo ngena
ezulwini".

-I love you as if they said "love this person or you won't enter heaven".

He giggled and we just both laughed it out. We are really crazy. Lelethu
knocked on our door and came in while holding Luphelo's award and she
was wearing his cap and tracksuit top. She did the Thuso Phala when she
walked in and she looked so cute.

Lelethu: kutheni ingathi anonwabanga nje ever since ndifumane le award?

-why does it seem like you're not happy ever since I got this award?

I burst out laughing.

Luphelo: asiy laselanga ke i success yale award. Khasapha mahn mnqund
wakho.

-we didn't go 50/50 for the success of this award. Just give it you ass.

Lelethu laughed as Reid came in so this turned into an impersonation

challenge.

Luphelo: nd'celi demonstration ye woman on top mna bantase.

-can I please have a woman on top demonstration? He said as he mocked

Reid and we laughed at him.
Reid: Luphelo... Sthandwa sam... Mnqundu... Baby... Msunu... Mntuwam...
Unyile.

We burst out laughing.

Luphelo: khayeke bawo.

Reid: ayataka injayam eImpala after ive la voicemail. Sabona ngo Finisher
seyi bye bye'isa yathi ayizazi noba izodibana neyiphi personality qha
ithandazelela uShakespeare noko yena xaye nomsindo uthi "thou hath thy
fury risen".

-my dawg jumped after he heard that voicemail. We saw the Finisher
saying his goodbyes and said he doesn't even know which personality he is
going to meet but he's praying for Shakespeare because at least when
she's angry she says "thou hath thy fury risen". Lelethu burst out in
laughter.

Me: oh uyandi hleba baby?

-you're gossiping about me?

Luphelo: yaxoka lomjita baby iyafana nam lonto baby? -this guy is lying
baby does that seem like me? Everyone: Ewe!!

Luphelo: mxm niyacaca anikho award winning nivuma yonkinto le.

-you're making it obvious that you aren't award winning you're agreeing to
everything.

We laughed at how this is our reality now. We're going to live to be told that
we don't have awards but it's okay. We packed everything up and then
checked out. .

We finally arrived at Port Elizabeth and it was still daylight at least so we

went to buy 1 bottle of Remy Martin cognac and 1 bottle of Ciroc.
Traditionally you're supposed to have a bottle of Viceroy brandy and a
bottle of Smirnoff but not LJ. We knew just by the bottles he bought he was
gonna flex. He wanted to speak to his ancestors to thank them for all that
he has achieved because Luphelo is very ancestoral. He loves and
respects his ancestors and he has always told me several times that he
doesn't think things would have worked out for him if he didn't consult his
ancestors. And as a book worm, Luphelo knows that African people have
worshipped ancestors way before European settlers introduced us to God
and he sticks to that. But most importantly, he told me that he may
generalise when he speaks but he speaks to his Grandpa and his three
uncles in particular because he was always close to them and they were
always free.

Luphelo: Mna ndingu Luphelo but Beninga khange ningayazi nilele niyazi.
In fact nindive nge Hugo Boss ukba uyeza uMqocwa le cologne igqobozela
nakwi after life. Tamkhulu nanku Mzukulwana wakho eyi award winner
bawo uthini ngalonto? Tanci nawe long time no see uyaphoswa ndim andi
rich ndiya phambanisa. Khand ghaye nge protection mahn ubey body
guard Kuya thakathwa phandle apha. Nawe Bhut Nkululeko nawe kha
hlanganise i restraining order phakathi kwam nentwezi mdaka. Makhuselo
aka Makaveli Ndithi ngeba Ndiyak khapha ngoku nge nkomo qha wamosha
ngondi vhimba inyama ye nkomo ayo irony ngu nyaka wonke. Otherwise
Maqocwa on a serious note ndi rich. On a serious note ndiya bulela. On a
serious note ndizani khapha shame uMakaveli ndiyam xolela shame
bengayazi ndawuze ndibeyi award winner. Nantsi Remy nantsi Ciroco ndini
thela Ngama levels andinokwazi kalok uninika Viceroy yi tyefu leyo yenzi
tlama.
-I am Luphelo but you never didn't know you went to sleep knowing that. In
fact you heard by my cologne that Mqocwa is coming this cologne breaks
through to the afterlife. Grandpa here is your grandchild he's an award
winner now what do you say about that? Uncle long time no see you're
missing out on me I'm so rich I'm driving people crazy. Please give me
protection and be my body guard because people are bewitching out here.
You too Brother Nkululeko please put together a restraining order between
bad things and myself. Makhuselo aka Makaveli I would be

collecting your spirit with a cow but you ruined things by not giving me
some beef it's so ironic. Otherwise on a serious note I'm rich. On a serious
note I'm grateful. On a serious note I'm going to collect your spirits shame I
forgive Makaveli he didn't know I would become an award winner. Here is a
Remy and a Ciroc I'm pouring levels on you guys cos I can't give you
Viceroy that poison gives one a hangover..

Reid: Thixo wam.

-my God.

He said as we all laughed at how stupid Luphelo's speech was but Luphelo
wasn't even laughing he delivered that speech with a straight face. But
Senior was laughing too because he knew that the people he was talking to
were equally as crazy and would have probably hyped Luphelo if they were
alive to see him. I slipped away and took Senior's hand to lead him to the
garden.

Me: Tatazala I need to talk to you about something really important.

Senior: ndi mamele.

-I'm listening.

Me: eDurban ndibone i pictures zam kwi phone ka Luthando. And ayizo
picture zi right Tata...

Kalok before I met uTaka Kumkani zandi thengisa uHerbalife so I had to

show off umzimba wam kuze abantu bazobona umsebenzi wale product so
I still kept them on Instagram but u Luthando unazo zonke. I don't know
what that means and mna I think it's very disrespectful to me and to my
husband ukba yena makabene pictures ezinjalo zam. So ndiqhonde
mandize kuwe ngoba andino kwazi umxelela uLuphelo ngokwam ngoba
besendim buzile ngalento to test his reaction and impendulo yakhe made
me realise its a risk.

-at Durban I saw my pictures on Luthando's phone. And those pictures

aren't alright. Before I met Kumkani's father I was selling Herbalife so I had
to show off my body so that people could see the work of this product so I
still kept them on Instagram but Luthando has all of them...for him to have
pictures like that of me. So I thought I should come to you because I can't
tell Luphelo myself because I had already asked him this to test his
reaction and his answer made me realise its a risk.

Senior exhaled.

Senior: izonceda into yomcela azi delete'e?

-will telling him to delete them help?

Me: it's not about that Tata. I just... I saw him as a brother. Ngoku knowing
he saw me ngalondlela just ruins everything.

Senior: Lumi jonga... Please don't tell uLuphelo. Whatever he said he

would do...he will do ndiyamazi but as a father obviously I want there to be
peace amongst my sons. I'm not saying what happened is small Hlalumi
I'm not those father in laws who don't take things seriously but being a wife
is being able to carry secrets that threaten to destroy your husband's
family. So please Majama. Let this be our secret.

I looked down..

Me: okay.

Senior: okay ke masambe Malahlalu thuthu ayatshisa wawa nyathela

ungafa.

I giggled.
Me: Okay Butsolo Bentonga.

He laughed too then wrapped his arm around me as he walked back to

everyone.

. Insert 119: Thobeka Gumede

We finally left Luphelo’s home and then Reid and Lelethu took us back to
Lovemore Heights.

We offloaded our bags and then hugged each other good bye.

Me: guys this trip was so amazing.

Lelethu: it really was. We should plan another one but next time we must
go overseas.

Me: qondile. I’m thinking Dubai.

I said with a smile.

Luphelo: first stop pha Njayam zi head quarters zika WM.

-first stop there is WM head quarters.

Reid: shot kau.

Lelethu: whats that?

Reid: ya’ll ladies wouldn’t know.

He said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: Lelethu mntase WM stands for W Motors and it’s a car

manufacturering company yase Dubai which has thus far produced the
Lykan Hypersport that you see ku Fast and the Furious 7 and its successor
which is the Fenyr Supersport which has a name derived from the name
Fenrir of the monstrous wolf in Greek mythology. The Fenyr boasts a 3.8l
twin turbo flat 6 engine configuration with a 7 speed dual clutch
transmission borrowed from Porsche and it produces 900 horsepowers and
it goes from 0-100 in 2.7 seconds. Which makes it a second faster than I
Lykan and I McLaren P1. . So yeah Reid bawo don’t ever let “ya’ll ladies”
include the award winners wife.

Reid: Fuck.

Lelethu: shot.

Luphelo: Kodwa bawokazi… Wena.

He said while staring at me with so much admiration. He was in love with

how I stood up to Reid using facts so we said our final goodbyes to our
friends and then we went into the house with

Kumkani. We were both so tired so we immediately went to our bedroom

and relaxed in bed with our little baby.

Luphelo: baby what were you and Daddy talking about in the garden?
Me: Luphelo you have several conversations with my mother that I don’t
ask you about.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: kutheni ingathi uyandilwa sthandwa sam? It’s just a question.

-why is it like you’re fighting me?

Luphelo is so calm even when I’m becoming argumentative.

Me: andikulwi myeni wam. I’m sorry if it feels like I am qha uSenior is my
father too. You know I don’t have a dad so having to explain the
conversations I have with him feels like he’s not my father.

-I’m not fighting you my husband.

Luphelo: I’m sorry Mamakhe.

Me: I’m sorry too baby.

We tongue kissed. I’m obsessed with his tongue. Sometimes I will stop
kissing him and just lick his tongue. That’s how deep I’m in. I love him. I
love the way he smells. I love the way he tastes. uTrust Fund started crying
so Luphelo got up and we spent about 15 minutes trying to get him to to
calm down. I was so annoyed.

We were woken up by Kumkani Jama making his baby sounds in bed with
us in the morning. He was now clapping his hands which was so adorable.
So I woke up the man who gave me this gift so we could gush over how
adorable our product is.
Me: baby khazo bona mahn wenzani u mntana wethu. -baby come see
what our baby is doing.

Luphelo opened his eyes and then he looked at Kumkani and smiled when
he saw Kumkani clapping his hands. Luphelo is so adorable in the morning.
He truly ages like fine wine. No one ever believes that he’s Damn near 34
when he says so and that’s an amazing thing.

Luphelo: iyakhula Indoda encinci Mos ngoku yona.

-the little man is growing up now.

He gushed as he took his baby and then he blew Kumkani’s stomach who
couldn’t stop giggling. Then he hugged his son and he became emotional
when he did that. I suppose he was counting his blessings.

Luphelo: baby ndicela umthengele ezinye impahla namhlanje.

-please buy new clothes for him today.

Me: ha.a sthandwa sam Kumkani has too many clothes that are expensive
and will eventually become too small. When that happens we will have to
give them away and ha.a shame… I would rather get him a lot of clothes
when he’s at least a year old. Not now.

Luphelo: fine I will get them myself.

I exhaled.

Me: Jama please listen to me. Ndiyakcela.

-I’m begging you.

Luphelo: baby imeko zethu azifani. Wena umfumene una 22 uKumkani

before you even thought about having a child. Mna besend ncamile. So I
don’t care about yonke lento as long as my first child looks good. Ne
Tiyeka?
-our situations are not the same. You got Kumkani when you were 22. I had
given up.

He asked before kissing his child’s face and then he went into the en suite
with Kumkani. That meant my husband was going to work today. Fuck.

I did our bed and turn took a quick shower before using a tampon and then
getting dressed. It’s amazing how tampons used to hurt me not so long ago
but then ndakhonjwa bu butsolo Bentonga and then they became
comfortable. I went downstairs to make breakfast and my husband came
down with our son after 15 minutes. He needed to be breastfed so I did so
while taking care of breakfast and Luphelo watched attentively. He was
going to be at J Con today. I could tell by the fact that he was wearing a
tight fitted G star raw tracksuit.

Me: Kodwa Mqocwa ezi tracksuit zakho. Khajonge uveza le dick print
yandenza umzali.

-but Mqocwa these tracksuits of yours. Just look you’re making the dick
print that made me a parent conspicuous.

Luphelo: subana worry abazoy fumana.

-don’t worry they won’t get it.

He assured me but I was still a bit upset about that. I dished up breakfast
and even fed my man myself before he could finally leave and go to work.

When Luphelo was gone, I decided to call uSihle. She was unusually quiet
on WhatsApp and her husband picked her phone up.

Bulelani: Ncumolwethu?

Me: uhm… Hi Bulelani. Ndicela unike uSihle I phone.

-please give Sihle the phone.

Bulelani: awuybuzi mpilo ngoku?

-don’t you ask about the wellbeing now?

I was shocked.

Me: jonga Bulelani… Andikho krwada mna so ndicela ungabi krwada.

Andiy khathalelanga impilo yakho mna I just want to speak to uSihle to be
honest.

-look… I’m not rude so please don’t be rude. I don’t care about your
wellbeing I just want to speak to Sihle.

Bulelani: she’s fine.

He said before hanging up on me. That was odd so when I got up because
I wanted to get dressed so I could visit uSihle to see what’s going on, I
heard a knock on the door. I put Kumkani on my hip which is something
that drives Luphelo crazy when he realises that my hips are wide enough to
seat an entire baby comfortably. I opened the door and standing behind it
was Luthando. My blood boiled.

Me: Luthando?

Luthando: hello Hlalumi. Unjani?

Me: I’m good you?

Luthando: good. uLuphelo uthe mandizo landa I MacBook yakhe.

-Luphelo said I must come fetch his MacBook.

I exhaled before letting him come in and then I went upstairs to fetch
Luphelo’s MacBook. When I came back down, Luthando was in the kitchen
pouring juice into a glass. I suppose he’s got a right to do that. It’s his
brother’s house.
Me: nantsi.

-here is it.

I put it on the counter.

Luthando: thank you. You… Saw what’s on my phone. Instead of talking to

me… You ran to uTata.

Me: it seemed like the only option I had at the time. What would I discuss
with you when you knew good and well having my pictures was wrong?

Luthando: fondin singabantu we all have fantasies that we aren’t supposed

to be having. And you’re my fantasy. I love you as a little sister and I’m
happy for u Pabbles that finally he’s married but yeses Hlalumi… I don’t
blame him for always wanting to fuck you. You’re so sexy. And even now
that you gave birth you’re still so sexy… So thick… But I’m sorry I deleted
the pictures so don’t worry.

He said before exhaling.

Me: Luthando please get out.

Luthando: Hlalumi-

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT BRUH! I’m your brothers fucking wife how the
fuck you gonna tell me shit like that?!

I yelled as I shoved him out and then closed the door behind him. I was so
frustrated by this shit because his comments were disrespectful and
disturbing as hell.

.
My husband came home earlier than I expected him to. He came home at 4
pm when he usually comes home at past 5 pm to 6 pm when he’s at JLS
and by then I was still in a foul mood and I was still angry over the
conversation I had with Luthando.

I was cooking with

Kumkani strapped on my back when he came.

Luphelo: spinal chord Sam.

He beamed when he saw me and then kissed my forehead. Honestly

Luphelo loves coming home hence on his freestyle he said “I hit the Thuso
Phala when I gotta come home”.

Me: hi.

I said as I was stirring the cheese in the butter, flour and milk combination
seasoned with salt and pepper to make cheese sauce for tonight’s dinner
which is cheesy steak with potato chips and onion rings.

Luphelo: are you okay?

Me: yes I’m fine. I just wish you could warn me when you send people over
to the house.

Luphelo: uthetha ngo brother wam?

-are you talking about my brother?

Me: Yes Luphelo I’m talking about your brother. Warn me because I also
have a life and places to be so stop being sure ukba when you send people
over they’re gonna find me here all damn day.

Luphelo: Hlalumi uya bawela ndikhuphe umthondo kwi underpants ndi

qheqheshe? Uyabawela ndimfake wonke ndingam cengi?

-do you want me to take my penis out of my underwear and then

discipline? Do you want me to put it in completely and not be gentle?
Me: hay Ngcolosi.

Luphelo: so I suggest you change the way you’re speaking to me because

I’m the man of this house not you.

Me: xolo Mabombo. Xolo Tiyeka.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I will call you next time.

Me: okay Zikhali. Awulambanga Mqocwa.

-aren’t you hungry?

Luphelo: awuka gqhibi upheka Mos.

-you aren’t done cooking.

Me: ewe kalok Jojo Kodwa ke ndinga kwenzela noba yi sandwich myeni
wam.

-yes but I could make a sandwich for you my husband.

Luphelo: yiyenze ke.

-make it then.

Me: okay butsolo bentonga.

Luphelo’s threat about taking this dick out and disciplining me fucked me
up so badly that I went from being the Punisher to being a village wife who
still believes in submission in 0.1 seconds. I made his sandwiches while he
went to the living room to watch TV with his son so when I was done
making the sandwiches I went to the living room and got down on my
knees to give him his plate. I even avoided eye contact with him bruh
because wives shouldn’t look their husband’s in the eye in the villages.

Me: Ina Tatekhaya.

I said as I gave him his plate and his glass of juice and he took both.

Luphelo: Hlalumi Kwenzeka ntoni ngawe?

-what is going on with you?

Me: akhonto Zembe qha uske Wandi songela wathi uzondi qeqesha
ngomthondo kwaye siyayazi sobabini ukuba wena awuyo kwekwe
Mqocwa. Ngoku ke ndiyo yika uku capukisa Tiyeka.

-nothing Zembe but you just threatened me and said you’re going to
discipline me with your penis and we both know you aren’t a boy Mqocwa.
So I’m scared of pissing you off Tiyeka.

Luphelo: okay. Kha tshintshe la channel ufake u Ignition.

-change that channel and put on Ignition.

Me: okay Zikhali.

I said before taking the remote and changing the channel. That’s how real
men control their wives. They don’t even need to raise a hand they just ask
her if she would like to be disciplined with his dick.

Insert 120: Gaxela Mousy Nelisa

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.

My husband and I ate dinner, bathed and took care of our baby whom we
put to sleep in our bedroom. Then we had some alone, adult time in which
he was sitting between my legs while I removed his dandruff from his scalp
with a comb and then applied hair food to his scalp. He likes that. I did a
whole lot of thinking about this situation with Luthando and honestly, Senior
will just have to forgive me. I’m the one going through the disrespect and
not him. He tried to solve the issue at Hand but I no longer feel safe around
Luthando. It’s like the brotherly-sisterly love was lost and Luphelo needed
to intervene because I would be livid if my husband tolerated the abuse
from my sibling instead of letting me know.

Me: sthandwa sam?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: I need to have a serious conversation with you.

I said as I took his head and put it on my cleavage. My cleavage is literally

the only place that calms my husband.

Luphelo: okay?

Me: Tiyeka… eDurban when we came from Eyadini remember uTrust Fund
cried and I had to calm him down while you were sleeping?

Luphelo: ewe?

Me: I went to the living room and I sat on Luthando’s phone then ndaba
curious. I then saw his pictures and une folder of my old fitness pictures.
Like 127 of them…

Luphelo tried to lift his head up but I brought it back down to my breasts.
Me: So I went to uLubango and told him about it and he asked me not to
tell you cos he knows how you get when you’re angry. But that’s why I was
so upset about Luthando coming here. I don’t like the way he was speaking
to me he said I’m sexy… It’s just disrespectful.

My husband exhaled.

Luphelo: I’m asking this question in the most respectful way ever. Ufuna
ndithini wena?

-what do you want me to do?

Me: I don’t want you to do anything Luphelo it’s just a burden that I needed
to get rid off.

Luphelo: uyam xolela?

-do you forgive him?

I nodded slowly.

Luphelo: okay.

Me: baby please don’t touch him.

He exhaled and then he bit his lip. He lifted his head and then climbed out
of bed and got dressed.

Me: baby uyaphi?

-where are you going?

Luphelo: ndiyo thetha nala ntwana.

-I’m going to speak to that boy.

Me: Tiyeka baby please okay? I don’t want uMamakho to hate me you
know she puts her sons above reason sometimes.
Luphelo: Hlalumi Jama… Andizokulwa no Luthando ndizo thetha naye. I
love you Sthandwa sam Kodwa ke andizo qheleka umnqundu ngu
Luthando ngomfazi wam. I can’t let this go I’m sorry.

-I’m not going to fight with Luthando I’m going to speak to him. I’m not
going to be disrespected by Luthando regarding my wife.

He said before kissing my forehead, taking his car key and then walking
out.

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

I drove to my condo and then I opened up. Luyanda was in the living room
when I came in.

Luyanda: ekse award winner nguwe lona?

-award winner is this you?

Me: uphi uMninawa wakho?

-where’s your little brother?

Luyanda: uyatya kla room yakhe.

-he’s fucking in that room of his.

I went to his room and then opened up. He was in bed with some Thot I
haven’t met before.

Luthando: Pabbles hay fokof mahn huzet?

Me: phuma wena.

-get out.

I said to the girl.

Girl: hay Futsek Sektheni uzongena apha sewu ndi gxotha akho kwakho
apha.

-no piss off why are you going to come in here and tell people to leave this
is not your place.

Me: Luthando.

Luthando: Precious baby I will meet you downstairs.

She scoffed before getting dressed underneath the blanket and then
walked out. She bumped my shoulder on her way out but I didn’t blame
her. I came across like a dick to someone who doesn’t know why I’m here. I
closed the door.

Me: une picture zomfazi wam ephonin ngoku Luthando? Uhamba umxelela
ukuba usexy?

-so you have pictures of my wife on your phone now? And you’re going
around telling her that she’s sexy?

Luthando: fondin I told her I’m sorry-

Me: so that should be enough? Yinton inxaki yakho Luthando?

-whats your problem?

Luthando: ayikho Pabbles mfethu. Qha isiqhelo siyayo yisa inqondo you
know you used to pass your bitches over to me.

Me: bitches?! Fondin that’s not a bitch that’s my wife are you fucking
stupid?!!
Luthando: that’s not what I mean namu Luphelo hear me the fuck out!! It’s
hard to get used to the idea of you having a wife. I used to know as soon as
you get a girl and she’s beautiful… That she will be mine next. And fondin
Luphelo all your bitches were beautiful but uHlalumi yena… Umhle lamntu
bruh. So I knew I’m not going to get her and that’s why I just kept her
pictures just to look at her. I didn’t mean to disrespect any of you in the
process bruh I’m sorry.

My brother was sounding so genuine that I couldn’t be angry at this shit

anymore.

Me: delete those pictures.

Luthando: I already did Mninawa you can check.

I exhaled.

I held out my hand for a handshake and he came and shook it so I

squeezed the life out of his hand. He tried to overpower me to get out of my
hold but he was trapped in a world of pain.

Me: I never chose to be your family Mkhuluwa but I chose uHlalumi no

Kumkani so thread lightly big brother or uzonya ndim.

I said before releasing and pushing him towards the wardrobe. He hit hard.
I then walked the fuck away when I was done and drove home.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I didn’t mean to fall asleep last night whilst waiting for my husband but I did
and woke up in the morning when I heard Luphelo’s alarm going off.

Me: baby please don’t go to work.

Luphelo: Sthandwa sam I have to. I have a new case so I need to meet up
with my client.

I don’t know why I was so emotional on that morning but I really didn’t want
him to leave.

Me: okay. How did it go Izolo?

Luphelo: we sorted it out without fighting.

Me: good. Thank you.

Luphelo: let me know if he bothers you again Mamakhe. I don’t give a fuck
who threatens you I choose you over my family any day.

He kissed my lips before getting up. I tried to wake uTrust Fund so that we
could take a bath with daddy and instead he almost punched me. Luphelo
and I were so shocked that we were temporarily stunned before laughing it
out.

Me: baby what just happened?

Luphelo: masimbambe baby I will be your lawyer.

-let’s arrest him.

I laughed.

Me: haike haike Kumkani Unyile boy. Daddy is gonna defend mommy so
iba prepared for ubantinta mntaka bawo.

-to serve.

I said as I took him and then we went to the en suite to take a bath with
Daddy. Ladies is it just me or is it sexy to call your man Daddy. I ran the
bathwater, brushed my teeth and then entered the bathtub with my boys.
Me: heh LJ last night I was scrolling through Instagram and uSibahle, that
girl we met at Spur apparently cheated on her man because he’s cheating
and now he found out because her side nigga posted her. So now he
doesn’t want her anymore.

Luphelo: mxm I don’t know why women think cheating on a man is

revenge. We’ll just dispose you. Go to school if you want to hurt a man. Get
your paper. That’s revenge not having your pussy fucked for nothing.

Me: our daughter is gonna have so many lectures.

He smiled.

Luphelo: our daughter has you. She doesn’t need my lectures sthandwa
sam. You’re the epitome of a woman. I remember how scared you were
when we were having sex for the first time. It was written all over your face.

I turned pink.

Me: what were you thinking?

Luphelo: I was honestly scared of fucking up bruh.

I giggled.

Me: haibo Luphelo you’re a sexpert nje wena. How could you be scared?

Luphelo: I just knew virgins don’t understand sex so the first time is always
unsatisfactory for them. I didn’t want you to think I’m whack.

I smiled.

Me: I didn’t.

He adorably tilted his head.

Luphelo: how did you feel?

Me: you made me feel like a woman. To have a grown man like yourself
with everything … Interested in a girl like me got me. Still gets me… I will
never get used to this feeling. When you touch me you do something to me
sthandwa sam… I can’t ever get used to being your wife. And

I enjoyed how gentle your thrusts were. How you were touching the most
personal parts of my body…please remind me.

I said as I took Kumkani and put him on my chest and he started breast
feeding. His father towered over me and then inserted himself inside me
and he made love to me whilst I was feeding his son. I was moaning but
then I took the time to appreciate the things my husband was saying due to
being between my thighs.

Luphelo: mhm… Shit…Hlalu…baby… Mhm… I own this…its mine.

I put my hand on his head while he fucked me then I kissed his temple. No
one can touch Luphelo’s hair but his barber, his mother and I. He collapsed
on my chest as he came inside me then I had both father and son on my
chest for different reasons. That sight made me proud of myself as a
woman for being able to use my body to satisfy both my husband and my
son simultaneously. I kissed Luphelo’s lips who was so at home on my
chest that he even wanted to fall asleep.

After we got out of the bathtub, we dried ourselves and then got dressed.
Luphelo was wearing a tight maroon shirt with black ankle grazing pants
and black suede loafers. He looked amazing. And those legs. He’s got
amazing legs hence his clothes are always tight fitted.

Luphelo: baby I will work really late namhlanje so please take me to work
and then fetch me.

Me: okay no problem.

I said as I took his car key for the Porsche Cayenne GTS and he took
Kumkani.

I started the car and then drove out of the yard while my man made
business calls. After he was done, he focused on me.

Luphelo: baby how do you know so much about cars? I was surprised.

Me: it was a way to motivate myself during high school. So I started

learning more I suppose.

Luphelo: can you tell me about this car?

Me: okay so iPorsche Cayenne is the first V8 the company has made since
1995. The last was the Porsche 928 so they just started making Boxer
engines ever since. Production of this SUV began in 2002… And this
particular model falls under the third generation of Cayennes. It’s a 4 l Audi-
Porshe V8 twin turbo with a 8 speed automatic transmission.

Luphelo: I don’t think I should even get mad anymore when other men want
you. Just… God Hlalumi tone down the fucking sexiness man just slow the
fuck down you’re killing me.

I giggled as I took a left to a dead end road.

Luphelo: sifuna ntoni apha?

-what are we doing here?

Me: I wanna show you what I can do but you need to take uKumkani and
yourself out of the car.

Luphelo: unga phambani Hlalumi.

-don’t go crazy.

I laughed and promised I won’t. They both climbed out of the car so I
pushed the gear back to 1 and then I hit the doughnut with his car. I
probably hit about 10 turns with his car and then I drifted 5 times before I
stopped the car and then climbed out. Feeling a bit dizzy but the
adrenaline. Luphelo’s jaw was on the floor when I climbed out. He was so
impressed but he literally didn’t know how to react.

Luphelo: shit that was so hot.

I wrapped my arms around him..

Me: really?

Luphelo: yeah… You could never just be a mother and a wife could you
Mababy? That wasn’t your dream.

He kissed my lips and I shook my head.

Me: I wanna be more than that.

Luphelo: you’re so much more than that. My dick became hard just
watching you.

He said as he pulled me closer so I could feel it and I laughed when I felt it.

I dropped my husband off at work and then I went to visit uSihle at home. I
didn’t feel comfortable with the conversation I had with Bulelani and when I
called her, her phone went straight to voicemail so I parked my man’s car
and then I walked to her apartment. I knocked on her door and she opened
with Zana in her arms.

Me: hey Zanaza… Hey pum pum. Hey pumpkin.

I said as I kissed her face. When I was done gushing, I looked up at Sihle.

Me: hey.
Sihle: hi.

She closed the door behind me.

Me: I tried calling you but your phone was on voicemail.

Sihle: oh yeah… Sorry.

She said as she put Zana on her lap and started breastfeeding her.

Me: Hlehle you’ve been offline and that’s unlike you. What’s up?

Sihle: I have been data less wethu Hlalumi.

Me: okay I can buy airtime for you right now give me your phone.

Sihle: oh no it’s not with me. My husband took it.

I raised my eyebrow.

Me: why would he take your phone?

Sihle: ngoba he’s my husband he can do whatever he wants.

Me: until a certain extent Sihle taking your phone is ridiculous –

Sihle: is that what you said when your husband took a bitch home? And
you found her in your kitchen wearing his t-shirt?

That hurt like a bitch but I had to stay calm and collected because Luphelo
never slept with her and we have come a long way in our marriage for me
to become upset over it.

Me: yes that’s what I said. Because it was wrong and no comparison to a
husband who actually cheated on his wife was going to change that. Just
like Bulelani taking your phone isn’t right.

Sihle: Hlalumi what do you want bruh?

Me: I came to check up on you. I called you Izolo uBulelani Wandi
phendula kakubi and wouldn’t let me talk to you. So I was worried.

Sihle: I’m not being abused if you think that’s what is happening. Babies
can bring couples together… Or they can put strain on a relationship. We’re
just taking strain.

Me: Sihle do you think you got married too soon? Maybe?

Sihle: I have been with uBulelani since high school. You married uLuphelo
in less than a year so tell me… Who got married too soon between you and
I?

Me: honestly bruh I asked this question because I’m trying to help you. But
to answer you… Time means nothing. There are people who have been
together for years and then break up but then there are also people who
last forever. And I believe that whether those people got married after a
week… They still would have had the same result so honestly I’m tired of
abantu and this time card with my husband and I point is we are going to
last and we were READY.

Sihle: haike fortune teller.

Me: and you wonder why I prefer to hang out with u Lelethu more than you.
She’s real and admits to her problems in her marriage but wena… You’re
always so fucking defensive-

Sihle: because you act like your marriage is so God damn perfect-

Me: Do I?! Nigga I’m the one who told you about that bitch in my kitchen.
I’m the one who tells you when my husband and I don’t see eye to eye and
I’m sorry our issues don’t last that long and that’s not called being perfect
it’s called having our shit together and having a love for one another that’s
bigger than the actual issue. So if you don’t get that mbonya ke.

Sihle: nawe mqundu.

Me: ptsek.
Sihle: kaka tshongo mntana ombi.

-with your ugly baby.

Me: my ugly baby owns the company your husband is working in.

Sihle: thixo wam.

-my God.

She said before we both burst out laughing. But Sihle and I changed and I
had given up on trying to repair our friendship because she seemingly
wants to have my life but it’s not working out for her. Perhaps she thought if
she got married as well it would make her as happy as I am but it didn’t
work out that way and now she’s miserable. That’s why women should
never get married because of pressure. If your friends are getting married
and you feel like you’re missing out, do not get married for that reason.
Marriage is not an achievement. Anything that should be obtained through
a man and not your own hard work is not an achievement but how could
women not feel like it is when having a family is put above having clout.
Society respects married unemployed women over single boss bitches and
I will never understand that. And it’s for these reasons that women in South
Africa are getting paid 26, 1% less than their male counterparts in the
workplace for doing the same job and we allow that to happen ourselves
because we don’t demand equality. We would rather let our men bring
home the serious money because we feel like we have achieved all we
need to achieve by having the ring. But not in my

World. Luphelo Jama has a few years left as the only one in our marriage
that gets paid in 7 figures before I come thru guns blazing and upset him.

After meeting Sihle I decided to go to the mall and buy my man another
watch and I got him a Fabiani gift card since he likes G Star Raw so much.
In the evening, I put Kumkani down in the car and then I drove to JLS. The
time was 9 pm, it was raining and I was off my periods which are quite
irregular after my pregnancy so I thought I should fetch my man in some
sexy lingerie so I wore a black Trench coat with my favorite type of lingerie:
a red corset and a bustier with my black red bottoms. I also wore my hair in
a bun which I know he likes.

I finally arrived at JLS and then I locked the car and walked inside. I left the
baby monitor on in the car so I could hear uKumkani if he wakes up. But
this has always been my dream. To twerk for my man in a trench coat and
lingerie in his office and honestly I would have been Content with twerking
for any man with an office irregardless of his position but here I am…
Strutting to the CEO’s office with his new watch in my pocket and gift card
in my bra.

I politely knocked on the door before walking into my man’s office. The
entire building was so quiet. He smiled when he saw me.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza.

Me: hey baby.

I said before going around his chair to massage his shoulders.

Me: you’re so tense.

I said as I worked his shoulders to release the tension.

Luphelo: that feels good baby. Thank you.

Me: anything for my husband. Uzi bukele bruh?

-are you watching yourself?

Luphelo: yes. Other advocates study other cases in order to win. I study
me.

Me: okay LJ. Okay. Fuck.

I said before kissing the side of his face and he giggled.

Me: would you like me to dance for you?

He looked at me seductively.

Luphelo: izand bone.

-let me see.

He said with so much tranquility it was sexy. I paired my phone to his

bluetooth speaker and then put on Beyoncé’s “Dance for you”. The song is
perfect for semi slow, intense dancing that can be arousing for your man.
The song requires a woman to be intimate to her man… To be grateful to
her man for his kind of love, his loyalty, his work ethic.. Dance for you
requires you to

Let your body speak for itself while dramatically flipping your braids or wig
and flaunting your assets in his face wherever the song provides a gap for
you to do so. I took my Trench coat off and exposed my goods and he put
his hands in his pockets. We all know what that means.

Me: Jama I can’t sing but I just want you to know I relate to this verse. And
for as long as you’re loyal to me I will reward you. But cheat on me and you
will wish somebody would have given your parents a condom.

I said before my show started.

I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you

Wanna show you how much I’m dedicated to you

Wanna show you how much I will forever be true

Wanna show you how much you got your girl feeling good

Wanna show you how much, how much you understood

Wanna show you how much I value what you say

Not only are you loyal, you’re patient with me babe

Wanna show you how much I really care about your heart

Wanna show you how much I hate being apart

Show you, show you, show you, ‘til you through with me

I wanna keep it how it is so you can never say how it used to be

My man leaned back on his chair as I straddled his lap and dry humped
him in the closing moments of the song.

Me: like that?

Luphelo: love it.

He said, exasperated.

Me: I love you Mqocwa ka Mlowa. Jama ka Chizama. You’re an amazing

husband and father. I don’t take your presence for granted in our lives so I
got you a new watch. It’s in the coat… And a Fabiani gift card just to say
thank you for loving me. It’s not easy but you love me better than you lay
your case in court.

He smiled while biting his bottom lip and that made him look a 1000 times
more attractive. He kissed me.. Not a tongue kiss. He just locked lips with
me and refused to let go. His hands were wrapped around my waist.

Luphelo: we’re happily married aren’t we?

Me: yep. Yeah. Yes. Ewe. Indeed. Precisely.

He giggled before kissing me again. We were exchanging tongue kisses

and spine tingling touches before Luphelo looked at the time.

Luphelo: let’s go home baby.

Me: I’m Literally blushing but we have been living together for an entire
year.

He giggled as we both got up and then I switched the music off. I tried to
wear my Trench coat but he stopped me.

Luphelo: baby akhomntu apha. Unga hamba nge lingerie yakho.

-baby there’s no one here. You can walk around in your lingerie.

Me: okayyyyy.

I beamed as I took the watch from my pocket and put it on his left wrist. He
loved it. I know my man’s style. We played music with his phone on the
way out and he played Liquideep’s Still again and I did the Thuso Phala for
him in my lingerie. He was really turned on but he also danced for me and
we just couldn’t stop laughing at each other. We finally walked out of the
company and then I climbed into the driver’s seat in my lingerie. I changed
and wore my black Bathu sneakers which made me look even more
attractive. Kumkani was still sleeping so I started the car and I drove out
while my husband had his hand inside my underwear.

.Insert 121: Londiwe Lolly Sontho KaNgwadi

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.

We arrived at home and then I carried Luphelo’s baby to the house.

Luphelo: baby the way you’re holding him is so sexy. Let me take a picture.

Me: okay.

I posed with Kumkani while Luphelo took several shots of us. I looked so
beautiful in those pictures: like a sexy, doting mother and of course
uKumkani looked all sorts of adorable whilst he was sleeping. He woke up
as soon as we walked into the house and he wanted to cry so I gave him to
his father. He stopped crying immediately and smiled.

Me: uKumkani ukthanda gqhithi and ayikho fair baby.

- Kumkani loves you so much it’s unfair. I sulked.

Luphelo: uyakthanda nawe nje Majama. I am just the favorite parent. -he
loves you too.

Me: you’re so modest.

I said sarcastically and he laughed at me. We walked up to our bedroom

and my phone rang. It was a call from Lelethu.

Me: babes?

Lelethu: hi Hlalumi u Right?

Me: yes baby and you?

Lelethu: ndi right mntase. Can I please speak to your husband?

Me: hehake Lethu you have his number njena.

Lelethu: hay Hlalumi mntase I can’t call a married man directly at this time
of the night. Especially oka Hlalumi ngoba we both know you don’t play
when it comes to I Finisher yakho mntakabawo and mna I still want our
friendship to continue.

We both laughed.

Me: mxm sakthandi. Anyway mntase I’m gonna give him the phone ke
ngoku vah?

Lelethu: I love you too sthandwa sam and okay.

Me: sure.

I gave Luphelo the phone and then him and Lethu spoke while I went
downstairs with Kumkani who was strapped on my back. He was a bit
restless so I made a bit of his porridge for him and then fed him on his high
chair. Once he was full, I strapped him on my back while making gourmet
burgers for my man. I only have one man. I need to give my best when
loving him or nothing at all.

Once I was done making the food, I went back upstairs to him with his food
and soda.

Luphelo: this is just what I needed bruh. Enkosi baby.

Me: sure.

We kissed as I handed over the tray and then got down to take his shoes
off. I never imagined myself being this kind of wife but I was digging this.
Natural submission. I put his shoes aside and then took his secret socks off
while the man of the house ate. I then took Kumkani’s plastic bath tub,
poured some warm water in it and then added some bath salts to make it
relaxing and then took it to the bedroom. I also brought a cloth and then got
down on my knees and put both of my husband’s feet inside and washed
his feet. He was so surprised but he loved this.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam? uGrand?

Me: I’m fine mntuwam I just want to show you how much I love you.
Luphelo: ndiyayazi njena mntuwam.

-I know though.

Me: no you don’t. You don’t get it bruh. And besides this was just to get
your feet to relax a bit since you’re always on your feet.

I said as I dried his feet and then went to throw out the water. He was done
eating, so I took his food downstairs and then came back up. Still in my
lingerie. This was more to give him visual pleasure. I then took his shirt off
myself and his pants off.

Me: uzovasa?

-are you gonna wash?

I asked, deadass ignoring his abs.

Luphelo: yeah.

Me: okay.

I went to the en suite to run his bathwater and then gave him a bath myself.
I also dried him myself… And lotioned him myself. Just the physical
touching we were doing so much was enough to turn Luphelo on who
pulled me closer, tipped my underwear to the side and then made me sit on
his dick. He exhaled just by feeling me settle on his penis. The warmth was
getting to him.

Luphelo: get on birth control baby.

He whispered as we fucked in the woman on top position on the edge of

the bed and his face was between my breasts.

Me: okay Jama.

I said as we continued having sex.

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.

After we were done fucking, I took his rubbing gel and then massaged my
husband’s back. He was busy with his MacBook. He’s such a workaholic.

Luphelo: baby you did accounting eVarsity right?

Me: yes.

Luphelo: were you good at it?

Me: I would fall short of distinctions during some semesters but I had a
distinction in my first semester of my first year and my first semester of my
third year. Why?

Luphelo: I need you to please do I accounting yase JLS. This shit doesn’t
add up.

Me: let me see?

Luphelo: no Mamakhe you won’t see anything ngoku. It’s been corrupted
from 5 months back.

Khame let me call u Trevor.

-wait let me call Trevor.

He took his phone and then he called Trevor who surprisingly picked up
although it was really late. It was past 11 pm.

Trevor: good evening Mr Jama.

Luphelo: good evening Trevor I need you to send all the books from let’s
say 7 months back because I think the imbalance occurred from 5 months
back… So send the books to my wife’s email address. Do you have a pen?

Trevor: yeah.
Luphelo: okay it’s ncumolwethujama@jconstructions.co.za.

Trevor: okay but why must I send it to her?

Luphelo: because Trevor you fucked this shit up so my wife is gonna have
to fix it.

Trevor: I’m sorry Mr Jama. But I will send everything right now.

Luphelo: okay bye.

Trevor: bye.

He hung up so I got up to fetch my own MacBook and then connected it to

the charger while waiting for the email. Trevor sent everything after 5
minutes so I was literally in my sexy lingerie next to my husband while busy
with my laptop. Trying to fix my husband’s company and he would keep
grabbing my ass while we were working.

I was super tired in the morning hence I woke up really late. My man and I
were woken up by our little baby’s cries. I truly love my son but sometimes I
just wish I had a remote and could put him on mute. Because I was
sleeping on my man’s chest, in his arms and he was taking that away from
me with his crying.

Luphelo got out of bed and then he went to take Kumkani from his cot and
then he brought him to me.

Luphelo: baby ndicela uncancise usana lwam.

-please breastfeed my baby.

I took Kumkani, sat upright and then I breastfed him. Kumkani loves my
milk so much that he does this thing with his fingers when he’s drinking it to
show that he’s happy. I smiled because it was a huge sacrifice for me to
stop drinking for the sake of being able to breastfeed my son and honestly
it’s all worth it. I have no regrets.

When he was done, I burped my husband’s baby and then I kissed him
when he finally burped.

Me: heeeh wena Trust Fund. Uzokhula u flexer wena? Heeeeeh Wena
skrrrrr. Heeeeeh wena mntana ozofika e varsity nge trans. Heeeeeh baby
wam? Sthandwa sam? Yancuma wena mntaka Ncumo?

I asked when my son started smiling and giggling. Then he put his head on
my neck and my heart started dabbing. I love this little human being so I
hugged him to show him that Mommy loves him more than anything in the
world. I love Kumkani more than I love Luphelo so that means I love him
more than Luphelo does… Cos I know deep down my husband loves me
more than he loves his son. He just will never admit it. But if our lives were
on the wire he would save me. I would save Kumkani.

Luphelo: Mfazi wam?

-my wife?

Me: Mhm Myeni wam?

-husband of mine?

Luphelo: please take me to work.

Me: so you’re getting used to having a chauffeur ngoku Jama?

He laughed.

Luphelo: kumnandi unga qhubi kusasa mntuwam.

-it’s nice not driving in the morning.

Me: okay it’s fine I will take you there.

Luphelo: enkosi.

He said before kissing my lips with his hand on my cheek. After we kissed,
the whole family went to take a bath. Kumkani was still a bit restless, crying
over shit he wouldn’t be able to explain if we asked him to. We then
lotioned, changed him and put him in a fresh diaper and new clothes. I took
the Tiguan this time and then put Kumkani in the backseat before driving
out. We wanted breakfast from McDonald’s and the cashier was actually
Luphelo’s ex girlfriend from High School.

Her: haibo Jama nguwe lona?

-is this you?

Luphelo: ha.a si stunt double.

-no it’s a stunt double.

He was so annoyed. It was quite funny.

Her: unje ke wena. Andisavuyi ukbona. Yi cherrakho le?

-you’re like this. I’m so happy to see you. Is this your girlfriend?

Luphelo: no ngu Mfazi wam.

-it’s my wife.

Her: oh… Wow Molo sisi I’m his ex. We dated eHigh School but then
ndamlahla wethu. He was broke.

-I dumped him.

This information was totally unnecessary and she sounded proud of what
she did. Either that or she was saving face. Either way I was gonna fuck
her up.
Me: mhm…enkosi ngomlahla vah. Ngendi ngena Range Rover ngoku mna
thixo wam.

-thank you for dumping him. I wouldn’t have had a Range Rover now my
God.

Her: ewe neh… Hay mna ndiyazi sebenzela mna I Range Rover ndawuzi
thengela andizoy fumana endodeni.

-I work for myself I will buy my own Range Rover I won’t get it from a man.

Me: sonke Siya Sebenza sthandwa sam ayinguwe wedwa ngoba ke I Benz
ndizi thengele. But yona iRange Rover ndiy thengelwe yile ndoda wayi
lahla eHigh School. Uyanxama.

-we all work my love it’s not just you because I bought my Benz myself. But
the Range Rover was bought for me by the man you dumped in High
School. You’re too fast.

Her: but kalok-

Me: eh sisi sicela I Mega McMuffin zibe mbini plus I cappuccino nazo zibey
2. Unga nxami xawu zenza. Good things come to those who wait.

-can we please have 2 Mega McMuffins plus 2 cappuccinos. And don’t be

in a rush when you make them.

She was so annoyed when she took down our order and then Jama paid
with his black card and I put in the pin. This woman taught me the
importance of patience. Your man may be broke now but do not leave a
man with a vision just because of his circumstances. He never chose it and
ladies, do not allow your friends to make you feel embarrassed about your
man’s situation. Fuck them. Just focus on making sure you give him the
adequate support needed to make him thrive whilst also pushing your own
hustle on the side because I have dated broke men before and never gave
a rats ass about what they can do for me because I knew we were young
and life can be very surprising.
My man and I waited on the seats and chatted up a storm with our little
baby and I could see her constantly being distracted by us because she
kept looking in our direction whilst attending to the customers.

We got our orders, ate and then I took my husband to work. I hugged and
kissed him good bye out of the car which was apparently so adorable
because his employees actually gave us a round of applause just for our
public display of affection.

I left with Kumkani and then decided to take my baby to “Baby Haven”
which is a baby spa where you can take your baby to get a massage and
skin treatments if for instance your baby has been using harsh soap and
now has uneven skin tone.

I was literally the only black person there who brought her nappy headed
baby to “Baby Haven” and people couldn’t stop gushing over my little
bundle of joy. They were in love with his hair and even gave him a hair
wash which he enjoyed. He couldn’t stop giggling.

Me: awusa hleki Mqocwa what if yi adoption agency Lena and uMama aka
phinde abuye?

-you’re laughing so much what if this is an adoption agency and Mommy

will not come back again?

He giggled and I couldn’t stop laughing at how happy my baby was. I also
decided to get a massage so I changed into my towel and then my baby
and I got our massages next to one another whilst holding hands. I was
having an amazing time with my son. Once we were done, Kumkani was
sleepy so we went back to the changing room and then I took several
selfies of us in our towels for Daddy. He posted my least favorite selfie on
WhatsApp and captioned it: ndi yekile u flex’a nge Mali ngoku. ✋ Khani
jongeni views zam xandi goduka. My wife and my son are beautiful. ❤
I got Kumkani and I dressed then I drove back home where I got started
with the rest of the accounting Luphelo asked me to do for JLS. It literally
took me 3 and a half hours to finish

everything and I was really tired when I was finished because I wanted to
do this as thoroughly as I could otherwise it could have taken less time but
the books balanced so I emailed the changes back to Luphelo and then
called him.

Luphelo: bawokazi?

Me: bonile bawo ukba I ncwadi zi balancile?

-did you see that the books are balanced?

Luphelo: shot Punisher.

Me: moja Finisher.

Luphelo: think I should fire my entire accounting division and hire my baby
mama.

Me: ngeyakho naleyo.

-that’s your prerogative.

He laughed.

Luphelo: I knew I could count on you. Thank you. I love you.

Me: baby I spent a total of 5 hours on this and I’m being paid ngo “I love
you”. Moja Tiyeka.

I sulked as he laughed.

Luphelo: jonga we’ll discuss payment at home. I need to go.

Me: currency zi rounds and pussy eating.

He laughed.

Luphelo: bye bye Majama fondin. I will see you at home. I love you.

Me: okay sure.

Luphelo: ndithe ndiyakthanda keh.

-I said I love you.

Me: fondin sitshatile secace ndakthanda nam.

-dude we’re married it’s so obvious I love you too.

Luphelo: just testing ukba uselapha fondin. Bye bye.

-if you’re still here.

I giggled.

Me: bye baby.

I hung up and then smiled. This man’s voice yho.

Insert 122: Mbali Matrose

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.

Lelethu paid me a visit when I was at home carrying Kumkani on my back

whilst cleaning the house and she came with a bottle of Moet and a box
wrapped with purple paper. She likes to tempt me.

Lelethu: hey mntase.

Me: hey. Ufuna ntoni apha ne champagne Kodwa Uyayazi andiseli?

-what do you want here with champagne knowing I don't drink?

I sulked.

Lelethu: your house has a wine cellar I don't think bringing a bottle of
champagne is tipping your scale Majama.

Me: touche. What's this?

Lelethu: it's a gift for you mntase. Thank you for your twerking classes and
for building up my confidence. It really helped umtshato wam.

-my marriage.

Me: Ncoh! Kodwa Lethu bendiyenza lento to help a sister out I didn't expect
a reward.

Lelethu: still. You're an amazing friend chomi so I saw these shoes and
knew they would look good since I noticed you like wearing heels for
uJama.

Me: okayyy chomi.

I said with some hype and we giggled as we hugged.

Me: I love you. Thank you so much.

Lelethu: I love you more. Did you solve the Luthando issue?

She asked as we walked to the living room and then sat down.

Me: ewe I told uLuphelo waya ke ku Luthando and confronted him about it
but by the looks of things they solved their issues peacefully.

Lelethu: that's good. I expected chaos I'm sorry if my advice was

misleading.

Me: it wasn't because if you didn't advise me I wouldn't have followed the
proper channels because I spoke to their father so... Undi ncedile.

-you helped me.

She nodded as she yawned.

Lelethu: okay chomi. Is LJ still going on about his award?

We laughed as we looked at it.

Me: tu he's quiet ngoku. He got over it.

Lelethu: jonga no Reid soyika nomphonela emini mntaka bawo that's why I
called him at night cos ndamazi aka flex'i gqhithi xana ediniwe. Luphelo's
flex peak hour is between 4 and 5. Haike haike yabona Kuyanyeka during
that time.

-look Reid and I are scared of calling him during the day... I know he
doesn't flex too much when he's tired.

I burst out laughing. That was true.

Me: I need to start planning i birthday yomntuwam soon.

Lelethu: oh kanene he's turning 34.

She beamed.

Me: akamdala Thixo wam. I should be calling him Sir Bae mntakabawo. Ta
Sthandwa.

-he's so old.

We burst out laughing.

Lelethu: akemdalanga nguwe lona ungu Hello Kitty.

-he's not old you're the Hello Kitty.

I sulked. Me: ptsek. She laughed.

Lelethu: what do you have in mind?

Me: maybe we can have a huge party here at the house... It's perfect for
hosting. I don't know. I will have to see cos I think he's outgrown the wild
partying scene and wants intimate settings ngoku.

Lelethu: true Kuya khulwa Lumi ngoku. Let's grow together mntase khaya.
All four of us:

mentally, physically, financially and romantically.

Me: let's drink to that. I will have one glass of red wine you can keep your
champagne mntakabawo.

She giggled as we got up and fetched the appropriate glasses.

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When Lelethu left, I checked my baby's diaper and it was still clean. He
should have went by now.

Me: you're constipated again baby? Hm?

I asked as I went to get him some water. He hates water. So he literally

bites the tit of his bottle when he has to drink water.

Me: Mntaka Luphelo nzak betha!! Yeka uluma le botile.

-Luphelo's child I'm going to hit you. Stop biting this bottle.

He didn't release so I gently pulled it out of his mouth, careful not to scratch
his gums.

Me: ndiyakcela kalok baby you need water.

-I'm begging you.

I tried again and he rejected until my 5th attempt. He is so stubborn. He

drank half of his bottle so I rewarded him with a fingertip of whipped cream.

Kumkani: *giggles*

He loves laughing. He takes that after his father. I played Ciara's "I got you"
for him before his father called me.

Me: Sthandwa sam?

Luphelo: khazond landa kalok.

-come fetch me.

Me: okay. Give me 20 minutes.

Luphelo: sure.

He hung up and then I took Kumkani and his changing bag then we went to
my Benz. I drove to JLS and then I called my man when I was in the
parking lot and he came out after 5 minutes. He adorably told the man he
came down with that yena he gets picked up from work and I was so happy
that he appreciated it.

He got into the car and then he kissed me. He smells so good.

Luphelo: Molo baby.

Me: hey babe.

Luphelo: ndicela siye ku Nozala.

-can we please go to Mom.

Me: moja.

I said as my husband took his son and then I started the car.

Luphelo: ngubani o relax'e inwele zomntanam? He looks like a side chick.

-who relaxed my child's hair?

Me: the ladies pha eBaby Haven. Their products are baby sensitive Kodwa.

Luphelo: hay baby I love my son's afro kalok Tyhini. Please don't change it.

Me: I'm sorry.

I said as Beyoncé's Ego came on.

Me: Dedicated to the Finisher.

It's on, baby let's get lost

You don't need to call in to work 'cause you're the boss

For real, want you to show me how you feel

I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal

Why?

Well, you got the key to my heart

But you ain't gonna need it

I'd rather you open up my body

And show me secrets you didn't know was inside

No need for me to lie

It's too big

It's too wide

It's too strong

It won't fit

It's too much

It's too tough

He talk like this 'cause he can back it up

He got a big ego

Such a huge ego

I love his big ego

It's too much

He walk like this 'cause he can back it up.

But baby u Beyonce wrote this song for us Kodwa rha.

Luphelo: I don't have an ego.

Me: you have the biggest ego I have ever came across in my entire life but
it's fucking sexy. It suits you. And the chorus... Is dedicated to your *clears
throat*.

He rolled his eyes and then he bit his bottom lip. I can't get enough of
watching him blushing.

We finally arrived at his Mom's house so he climbed out alone and I

admired the view of his ass from the window. He turned around and looked
at me and caught me composing myself. "Sfebe" was the word his lips said
when I read them. I laughed. He knows me by now. He knocked on the
door and his mom opened so they spoke. After about 6 minutes, Senior,
Ma and Luphelo all returned to the car.

Me: Molweni

Them: Molo Hlalumi.

Me: niyaphila bazali be crush yam?

-are you well parents of my crush?

Luphelo blushed as they told me that they are okay.

Senior: awuse charmeke Jama Yinton uyak cisha uMaka Kumkani?

-Jama you're so charmed. What? Is Kumkani's mother killing you?

Luphelo: nizond ncwaba soon Timer.

-ya'll gonna bury me soon.

They giggled.
Ma: at least ni happy bantwana bam.

Luphelo: we are good Mama.

He said as we fist bumped. My music changed and played DJ Khalid's

"Gold Slugs". This track still slaps bruh.

Me: She loves a nigga with em gold slugs, gold slugs.

I'm grillin and I'm fucking at the same time.

I'm grillin and I'm fucking at the same time.

I'm grillin and I'm fucking at the same time. x2.

Haike haike bawo.

Luphelo: Hlalumi... Baby...

Me: heh?

Luphelo: abazali bam Joe.

-my parents.

I literally forgot about their presence as soon as the song went on because
I hadn't listened to it since I was in High School so hearing it again made
me lose my shit.

Me: yhu xolweni I forgot nilapha ngenxa nihleli ebackseat.

-sorry I forgot ya'll are here because you're sitting at the backseat.

Senior: hehake!! Awumlibali uLuphelo yena!! Wabanjwa waphuma sewu

funa yena Kodwa thina sewusilibele nje ngoba sivale umlomo.

-you don't forget Luphelo. You got arrested and came back wanting him but
you forget us just for closing our mouths.
We all laughed in the car.

Me: oh yhini Tatu Jama I'm sorry. Let me change the song futhi.

Senior: hay yiyeke Hlalumi itsho kamnandi le beat.

-no leave it this beat is nice.

Me: in this day and age Tatazala we say this beat slaps.

Senior: this beat slaps?

Me: yes.

Senior: nzotsho enkonzweni Sunday. Ndithi hayy jonga... Eli Culo slaps.

-I'm going to say that at church on Sunday. I'm going to say no look... This
gospel slaps Luphelo laughed silently on his seat.

Luphelo: yazbona ke baby ngu Taka bani luzothi "eli Culo slaps"

Enkonzweni?

-you see now baby whose father is gonna say 'this gospel slaps' in church?

Me: lowakho fondin.

-yours.

Ma: bettere umzali... Imagine umnyeni ozothetha lonto.

-a parent is better... Imagine a husband that is going to say lonto.

Me: yho haike haike.

We all laughed in the car as I followed Bae's directions.

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.

We arrived in Uitenhage at VW and I already knew what we were doing

here. Luphelo had bought his mother a car. I parked and then he climbed
out and then opened the door for his mother.

Ma: Pabbles siyaphi?

-where are we going?

She asked anxiously.

Luphelo: masambe Nozala.

-let's go Mom.

He said whilst pulling her out of the car. Senior and I climbed out too and
then followed Luphelo and his mom while Senior had his arm around me.
He really loves me this one. We walked into the dealership and Luphelo
asked one of the men working there to call a guy name Refiloe. By the way,
black child please... When buying anything where commission will be
given, please make sure you buy from another black child. It's imperative
that we build one another financially and I hated myself for not thinking that
far when I bought my Mercedes Benz but this was not my last purchase so
my husband taught me the importance of feeding a mouth that has the
same colour as mine.

Refiloe greeted us and then he took us to where they store every model
that they have of VW's automobiles.

Luphelo: Mama khetha ufuna eyiphi.

-Mommy choose which one you want.

Ma was literally shaking but her son was there to hold her hand. She was
even crying.
Ma: Pabbles bendi dlala mna ngento ye moto.

-I was joking about the car thing.

Luphelo: Moja but ketha.

-choose.

Ma: Luphelo mntanam une family andifuni utya imali yakho-

-my child you have a family I don't want to spend your money-

Luphelo: Mama ucelwa ndim. Sukhala. Ketha.

-you're being asked by me. Don't cry. Choose.

He pulled her closer to his chest and then kissed her forehead before
wrapping his arms around her. Even Senior wanted to cry.

Me: u emotional kanti?

-you're actually emotional?

Senior: andikho emotional ptsek qha Le moment slaps.

-piss off I'm not emotional but this moment slaps.

I held in my laughter and focused on my husband and his mother who

pointed at a VW Polo Sedan 1.6 Treadline.

Luphelo: awuy baweli Vrr pha?

-don't you want a Vrr pha?

Senior: subasela ikaka Luphelo Vrr pha kle age ptsek. This car is fine.

We all laughed.

Ma: i right nyan Pabbles baby I love it.

Luphelo: Okay.

Him and Refiloe discussed payment so Luphelo wrote a cheque and was
given a discount for settling it on the same day. The process took less than
an hour so when everything was done, he gave his mother the keys to her
new car and Ma couldn't stop crying. She was truly emotional but I guess
those were tears of joy and I just felt determined to work harder man my
mommy deserves this moment too.

Ma drove back to the house in her new car with Kumkani in the backseat
and Senior in the passenger seat. I was surprised that she could drive so
well but it just goes to show how important it is to develop our parents.

We arrived back at New Brighton and then I took my son immediately

before we walked into the house.

Ma: Mrs Jama imbiza kalok. Sifuna i sophoro.

-the pots. We want dinner.

Me: ndipheke ntoni Ma?

-what should I cook?

Ma: lento Buzo phekela umnyeni wakho.

-what you were going to cook for your husband.

Luphelo: Mama ndi phelelwa i steak mna. Sikhona apha?

-mom I get steak cooked for me. Is it available here?

Senior laughed at his son's flex. I decided I was going to cook beef and
dumplings for them since Luphelo loves this meal. I cooked in the kitchen
with my son strapped on my back and my husband came to help me cook.

Senior: hehay nyana le korobela uHlalumi akutyise yona slaps.

-son the love potion Hlalumi fed you slaps.

Luphelo: Timer Khathule mahn.

-keep quiet.

I couldn't stop laughing. Luphelo and I finally finished cooking and then we
dished up and served his parents. We then sat down around the dining
room table and ate. We had a very funny, chilled dinner but I missed out on
the better part of it because I had to breastfeed Kumkani and change his
diaper. Once we were doing eating, we said our goodbyes to his parents
and then walked out.

Insert 123: E Zee Ntle III

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I did the driving back to the house and then Luphelo took a shower when
we got home while I looked after Kumkani. He wasn't sleepy and ignored
my attempts to put him to sleep. He even mocked me for trying by clapping
his little hands.

Me: mnk ndiyazi phambanisa ngawe mos mntanam.

-I'm driving myself crazy with you my child.

I said as I went to sit on the bed. Then I put on the TV and put on another
episode of Peppa Pig for him whilst changing him into his pyjama's. He
looked so adorable in his Lion King inspired pyjama's so when Daddy came
from the shower, he lotioned and then only got dressed in his pyjama
bottoms. He then took his son, got down on his knee and lifted his baby up
the same way Rafiki held up Simba on Pride Rock in the Lion King. I
giggled as I took a picture of them which I posted on my WhatsApp status.
The caption: my sexy Rafiki & adorable Simba.

After that, all these messages about my man's abs came flooding in. These
females were thirsty and I considered myself very lucky to have an
attractive husband. I don't have to force attraction to him: it's there. And
that's why our marriage is so fresh. I replied to a few of those dms though:

Likho: ayise sexy indodakho mntakabawo.

-your man is so sexy.

Me: wazi naleyo.

Amanda: oh bawo lendoda...

-oh lord this man.

Me: fill in the blanks mntase khaya. "oh bawo lendoda ka Hlalumi".

Wendy: Ncumo your husband is so fine.

Me: hehake caba nzo xelelwa nguwe.

-so I'm going to be told by you?

Thembie: he looks more like a boyfriend than a husband Kodwa.

Me: u mnqundu uqhala apho ke once ufanise umnyeni womntu ne

boyfriend. ✋ Ndiyaku exclude'a futhi ngoku from ubona i statuses zam.

Yolanda: sambaweli.

-I want him.

Me: ingathi ngewu yeka.

-you should probably stop.

I got so tired of replying to these ladies that I put my phone down.

Luphelo: Hlalumi ndi yenzile ke lanto buyi cebisile malungelana ne

shareholders. They signed.

-I did what you suggested about the shareholders.

He said as he gave me 7 separate stapled sets of paper. I assumed those

were the contracts.

Me: do they know what's in here?

He nodded.

Luphelo: ndiba xelele and they were livid. Some threatened to take legal
action against me.

-I told them.

I laughed.
Me: Legal action against the Finisher is like threatening to take the Devil to
hell. But sthandwa sam you should have told me I would have been there
at the Boardroom with you-

Luphelo: No I could handle it Majama. This is business and bona they have
to understand that it's not personal I just wanted control of my company. I
want you to run it at some point and it wouldn't be possible to do so whilst
they are still around.

I raised my eyebrow.

Me: you would let me run JC?

Luphelo: yes. You have more business knowledge than I do, you're
qualified in financial planning, business management and quantity
surveying. You understand building sciences and possess economic
knowledge. That's what my company needs Hlalumi and mna lately I have
been spending most of my time eJLS and I love it there. I need you to take
care of things eJC when you're done with your maternity leave. You think
you can do that for your husband?

I scoffed as I nodded emotionally so he hugged me and kissed my cheek.

Me: but baby aren't we biting off more than we can chew?

Luphelo: I will guide you kalok Mamakhe. But I believe in you. I would
never let someone I don't trust 100% run my company. Believe me.

He was empowering me here bruh.

Me: okay.

He went to switch the bedroom light off and then climbed into bed next to
his wife and son. He took Kumkani and put him against his chest such that
Kumkani's back was being supported by his Daddy's chest. He started
playing with my fingers and even started licking my ring.

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.

In the morning, Kumkani was still sleeping when we had to wake up so I

put him in his cot so that he won't roll over since Luphelo and I had woken
up. After putting him down, I went to the en suite to brush my teeth and
then my husband and I shared a steamy, passionate tongue kiss against
the door. Bethunana my marriage to my husband feels like sleeping over at
my rich boyfriends house forever. It never sinks in that I'm with my
husband... Even when we argue and he is sleeping in a different bedroom.
It never sinks in that this is serious hence we are able to work through our
problems faster than the average married couple.

I ran our bathwater and then we took a bath together where we fucked
doggy style against the end of the bathtub.

Luphelo: how does it feel?

He asked me as my legs were literally shaking as I was on my knees,

holding onto the end of the bathtub.

Me: babyyy... It's fucking good. Fuuuuuuck.

I cried as he fucked me deeper to the point where his pelvis was touching
my butt cheeks. He then took his dick completely out to tease my pussy but
I don't play that so I took his dick myself and then I put it in. Yes, I have
never slept with another man besides Luphelo but I don't regret it because
this man is good at what he does. I would rather have quality sex than
quantity sex and Luphelo gives me quality sex.

He came in the bathtub so I sat on the edge of the bathtub and then
opened my legs.

Me: izotya.

-come eat.

I commanded my crocodile who devoured my pussy. Luphelo ate me to the

point where my pussy creamed and he removed the cream with his fingers
and then rubbed my clit. Leaving me with intense muscle spasms so I
remained in the bathtub with my mouth wide open in the "O" shape.

Me: you're so good.

I said whilst panting and he gave me another tongue kiss that became so
intense that he pulled me out of the bathtub and then he fucked me on our
bedroom floor missionary style. Luphelo Jama loves to fuck and I don't
think most women who want him understand the difficulty of being with a
sexual man. He's used to having different bitches whom he fucked to take
the load off but now he's married so I have to deal with his sexual nature all
alone. But it's okay...

Because he gives great sex so he's forgiven. Otherwise if his sex was
mediocre... His sexual nature would have been the death of us.

After fucking, I ironed my man's clothes and then he got dressed in a white
turtle neck with Grey men's tight fitted pants and black Italian shoes with a
black blazer. He looked amazing and smelt amazing too. Kumie was still
sleeping so I went to make breakfast for Luphelo which was scrambled
eggs, streaky bacon and two cheese grillers.

Me: Jama I'm worried about uSihle.

Luphelo: huzet dahn?

Me: something is off in her marriage. I think uBulelani is controlling her.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: why?
Me: cos I called her the other day and he picked up her phone. He was so
rude to me Tiyeka. And then I went to check up on her and she said he
took her phone. Why would he do that?

Luphelo: is she cool with it?

Me: she says she is but come on Jama... We ladies love our phones we
would never just allow our husband's to take our phones.

Luphelo: maybe uSihle doesn't mind Hlalumi. (looks at watch) I need to go

futhi. I have a long day today so I will drive myself baby.

Me: okay.

I sulked.

Luphelo: izandi ncamise kalok.

-come so I can kiss.

I crossed my arms.

Luphelo: baby Yinton ngoku?

-what now?

Me: Mnyeni wam you aren't taking this seriously.

Luphelo: kalok Majama every marriage is different. I can't tell uBulelani

what to do if uSihle allows it. Nathi we have things that we do that abantu
don't agree with but it's our marriage so we do it anyway.

Me: Like what Sthandwa sam?!

Luphelo: like me staying at home no Kumkani while you went out to drink.
A lot of people told me thats wrong and I hated it when people had to throw
in their 2 cents about an issue that doesn't concern them. uSihle umdala
ngoku Hlalumi and I'm tired of sorting out her mess. She wanted to get
married? Fine... So let her deal with her own decisions.
I exhaled. As much as I didn't like what he was saying, he was kinda right.

Me: k.

Luphelo: ndicela i kiss yam mna.

-I'm asking for my kiss.

Me: uzoba late hamba.

-you're going to be late leave.

Luphelo: I'm not going anywhere until my wife kisses me.

He said as he leaned on his chair. Charmingly waiting for his wife to kiss
him so I stood in between his legs and then kissed him.

Luphelo: Ndiyakthanda.

-I love you.

Me: Ndiyakthanda nam baby.

-I love you too.

I said before giving him his last kiss and then he left.

°° Sihle's perspective °°

I was at home, studying whilst breast feeding my baby. This is harder than
it looks but I was motivated to finish my LLB degree. I only have a few
months to go anyway until its done. I took a break so I took my phone and
then logged onto Instagram to check on what Hlalumi has been up to.
Bulelani has taken my phone since last week so I fell behind. I went to her
Instagram page and then I saw all of the pictures she took from her Durban
trip. She had posted pictures of her in her street, standing next to a
Mercedes Benz GLC and credited the pictures to "her baby".

She also had pictures of her and Lelethu in Mthatha, pictures of the whole
"rich gang" in Durban standing in front of their rented cottage. There was
also pictures of her and Lelethu standing in front of "twin Rarri's", pictures
of the couples at Eyadini Lounge, pictures of her wrists wearing two
Rolexes and she said she won the other Rolex from Reid at a "Rarri Race".

I felt a sharp pain in my chest because we were supposed to live this life
together. That was the deal but not only did she get to live it first, she is
living it without me and I seem totally irrelevant. I hearted all of her pictures.

I called Mam Pat and she answered my call.

Pat: hello Hlehle?

Me: hey Ma... I need to talk to you.

Pat: okay baby girl jonga... I have a client on the way ngoku so I don't want
us to get far in our conversation and then have to cut it short. But I'm free
from 2 to half 3 so I will call you back. Or do you want me to visit you after
work?

I sniffed.

Me: uhm yeah okay I think the call will be better.

Pat: okay bhabha.

Me: yeah sure... Bye.

Pat: bye.
I hung up and then focused on Zana. She was done breastfeeding so I
burped her as Bulelani came into the bedroom.

Bulelani: ndiya hamba ke ngoku.

-I'm leaving now.

Me: okay.

Bulelani: sapha i phone yakho.

-give me your phone.

Me: no.

Bulelani: Siphesihle.

He warned me. He has never beaten me but he sure knows how to instil
fear inside a person.

Me: Bulelani ndizoba xelela oTanci bam ngalento and you know how they
are.

-I'm going to tell my uncles about this.

Bulelani: okay but they are gonna beat me the fuck up and then what? Your
daughter won't have a father. You won't have a husband... They won't
marry you cos I will divorce you and uHlalumi will laugh at you bruh. So
please don't be dramatic I just want your phone. Nothing else.

I took my phone from the bed and then gave it to him.

Bulelani: thanks baby. I Love you.

I inhaled.

Me: I love you too.

He kissed me and his daughter then he walked out. I couldn't stop crying
when he left. I was fucking livid because what the fuck was I gonna do all
day without a phone? After about 25 minutes I heard a knock on the door
so I got up and then I went to get it. There was a delivery man standing
behind the door.

Me: hello.

Him: hi, is this Sammy Graham?

This is a name I always told Hlalumi I was going to change my name to

once I'm older when we were in Grade 9. It was funny that she still
remembered.

Me: *laughs* yes.

Him: is Usher here?

That's our old code name for "husband".

Me: no he's not here.

Him: okay good. u Ncumolwethu Jama got you this phone and said you
should hide it. Just sign for it here.

I was so emotional as I signed for my new phone. It was a Samsung A50.

Me: thank you so much.

Him: no problem. Here's a card too.

Me: okay thank you.

The man nodded before walking away. I closed the door, locked and then I
rushed back to my bedroom. The card wrote:

Dear Sammy ❤

I am used to rejection so whether you reject me a thousand times, I will still

find a way to worm myself back into your life because pride doesn't exist
when you love someone. You have always been a pillar of strength to me
and it kills me that you are not allowing me to be your pillar. Either way, I
will be on standby until you are ready to speak to me. Please understand
that there is no one that will ever take your place. I don't understand why
you are so concerned about not wanting other people to be my best friend
when you're clearly more than a best friend. You're family. I wouldn't be
running after other people like I am running after you and I won't get tired of
running after you. I love you. You mean the world to me and I hope you find
the strength to overcome any challenge tossed in your direction. God bless.

-Alexis Graham

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I spent all day planning my man's birthday party, cleaning and looking after
my baby so I was really tired when Luphelo came back home. He could see
it in my face.

Luphelo: awu dhinwe baby.

-you're so tired.

Me: it's this house. Cleaning all of it is a drain.

He kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: we need to get a house keeper kalok.

Me: yeah. Ufuna ukutya ntoni?

-what do you want to eat?

Luphelo: no relax baby. Chef Finisher is gonna cook.

Me: I like the sound of that.

I said as we both giggled so he took his blazer off.

Me: Kodwa Chef Finisher I would like you to cook this meal naked.

Luphelo: moja ke.

He said as he undressed in the living room and was only left in his Grey
Calvin Klein underwear and Nike secret socks. I watched him cooking while
playing Migo's music. His favorite is Offset.

Luphelo: baby if you grew up rough too you would be uCardi B. Yaythetha
ishit xawthanda.

-you talk shit when you like.

I laughed.

Me: qondile bruh.

Luphelo: I just can't believe you played "gold slugs" in front of my parents.

I laughed.

Me: hay xolo baby nday gqhibela nini.

-when last did I listen to it.

Luphelo: mnk bendifuna ntoni kumntu ona 21 bawo.

-what did I want from a person who is 21 lord.

Me: you wanted life. And I give you life. Let's face it Finisher... Women your
age wouldn't give you what I give you. I make you hit the Thuso Phala
when you gotta come home nigga.

He smiled.

Luphelo: qondile bawokazi.

He said as he continued cooking our Mac and Cheese dinner. He's so
sexy. I could get used to having my dinner made by a half naked man.

Once dinner was ready, my man dished up for me and then we ate dinner.
After dinner, Luphelo washed the dishes himself while I breast fed
Kumkani. Once he was done, we went up to our bedroom whilst holding
hands and he would keep stealing glances at me that he thought I didn't
notice. He likes coming home but not as much as I love having him at
home.

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I received a call on my phone in the middle of the night. I checked the

number and it was unsaved so I got up and then I went to answer it in my
closet.

Me: hello?

I said in my sleepy voice.

Sihle: Lumi?

Me: hey Sihle.

Sihle: ndiy fumene i phone.

-I got the phone.

She said emotionally. Her voice was breaking.

Me: do you like it?

Sihle: a lot. Enkosi chomi.

-thank you friend.

Me: okay but why are you using it this late? Uphi lowa?

-where is that one?

Sihle: akabuyanga. He's not answering my calls.

-he didn't come back.

I exhaled.

Me: ndicela uzok landa Sihle? Just... Come here baby. Please.

-can I please come and fetch you.

Sihle: okay. (breaks down) hurry chomi please. I'm losing my mind.

Me: okay. I'm coming.

I hung up and then wore my tracksuit and sneakers before waking my

husband up to tell him I'm leaving.

Me: Ngcolosi?
Luphelo: hm hm yintoni?

Me: ndiyo Landa uSihle ngoku. Uzazo lala apha.

-I'm going to fetch Sihle now. She is going to sleep here.

Luphelo: why? Did something happen?

Me: no she's just tired Luphelo. She wants out of her marriage.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: ndi hamba nawe ke.

-I'm going with you then.

Me: no baby-

Luphelo: Hlalumi who knows what uBulelani is capable of? Masambe.

-let's go.

Me: fine.

I said as I took Kumkani and Luphelo wore his pyjama top so I went to take
my Range Rover and we all climbed in.

We arrived at Sihle's flats so I left with Kumkani and then I ran up to Sihle's
flat. I knocked on her door and she opened immediately. She was sitting in
the living room with her bags already packed and her baby was in her
arms.

Sihle: enkosi ngokuza Lumi.

-thank you for coming.

Me: no problem baby. Let's go.

She locked the door and when we were about to walk down the stairs,
Bulelani came up.

Bulelani: Kwenzeka ntoni ngoku apha?

-what's going on here now?

Me: Sihle uzayo lala kwam.

-is going to sleep at my place.

Bulelani: njani Kodwa ndim tshatile?

-how but I married her?

Me: mxm uyibiza utshata umntu lekaka buyenza e court? Ulotyolelwe

umfazi ngoku uzimgombha Isifuba ukba umtshatile?

-you call the shit you did at court marrying a person? The dowry for your
wife was paid for you and now you're beating your chest claiming you
married her?

Bulelani: heeh Hlalumi sukundi qhela ikaka.

-don't disrespect me!

Luphelo: or kanye? Kuzo kwenzeka ntoni?

-or what? What's gonna happen?

Bulelani: eh Ta Jay... There's nothing to worry about-

Luphelo: siyephi isiXhosa sakho ngoku?

-where did your isiXhosa go?

He exhaled.

Bulelani: xolo Ta Jay qha yayazi uHlalumi uske Wandi Khumbuza

ngalentba nday nikwa imali ye Lobola.

-I'm sorry Ta Jay but you know Hlalumi just reminded me that I was given
money for the dowry.

Luphelo: izapha Kwedin.

-come here boy.

The sexiest thing is when my husband calls men my age boys. Bulelani
reluctantly went down to Luphelo who grabbed his neck and strangled him.
He screamed.

Luphelo: Shhhh.

He said with his index finger of his free hand to his mouth and Bulelani
nodded with tears falling out of his eyes silently.

Sihle: Tanci ndicela ungam bulali!!

-please don't kill him.

Luphelo didn't reply but I assured her that he won't kill uBulelani. Luphelo
strangled Bulelani until he passed out and then took his unconscious body
and carried it on his shoulder. Sihle and I followed Luphelo to the car where
he dumped Bulelani's unconscious body in the boot and

then he drove to Humewood where he got off and took Bulelani with him.
He asked us to leave so Sihle and I reluctantly went to Lovemore Heights.

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I bought some food for Sihle on our way home. I guess food helps to take
the edge off. We arrived home and then dragged her bags to her bedroom
that we have here. We then sat on the bed cross legged whilst eating. Our
babies were asleep. So I gave her an entire bottle of wine for her to drink
alone.

Sihle: this is so fucked up.

Me: I'm sorry chomi.

The tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them.

Sihle: ngomso I'm filing for a divorce. A part of me is like "no Sihle it's just a
phone"... But its more than that. We weren't happy Hlalumi and we will
never be happy again. I thought marriage was gonna make me happy. I
thought marriage is an achievement. But it's just fucking hype and it's
overrated.

Me: true that.

Sihle: Hlalumi Bulelani and I hadn't been happy in like months... He was
different but I was prepared to fight cos he took my virginity and I thought it
would be cute to have that Lumi & Phelo "getting married to the man who
took my virginity" thing going on but... (giggles). Duuuuude I got married
cos you made it look so cool. Like I would see you in your doek, your nice
shirts and your skirt all wifed up and shit and I wanted that you know. I
wanted to be treated like you get treated by granny and grandpa. I wanted
a man to let everyone know his wife isn't gonna do chores and shit. I
wanted to be "umfazi ka Bulelani Lune Benz" to be how I'm introduced.
Dololo!!

The tears fell from my eyes when I realised I was partly responsible for this.

Me: I failed you.

Sihle: no you didn't. Lumi you're not supposed to tone down your
happiness for anyone or anything. I was just co dependent and it's not even
about the fact that you married uTanci that did this to me. It's the fact that
you married a man that really loves you. I would have had the same
reaction if you married someone else so yeah... I wish we women could
liberate ourselves from seeing men as necessities. Men aren't necessary
yeah we all want to be happy but being married for the sake of "bragging"
is dumb. Every couple posts their good times but behind closed doors
nobody knows their struggles.

Me: true.

Sihle: can you tell me your issues with uTanci? Please?

Me: uhm yeah... Yeah sure... uLuphelo doesn't let me touch his phone.
He's secretive bruh and I don't know what he's hiding. I think he might have
a girlfriend. He is short tempered lately...

When he's stressed he talks to me anyhow. He has a wondering eye...

When we go out he will just be fixated on other girls and it just kills me.
He's withdrawn from Kumkani lately...Yeah.

I lied. She shook her head while drinking wine stating that men are nothing
but trash.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

Bulelani was sleeping in the bathtub so we poured buckets of water on him

to wake him up and he almost drowned if Luyanda didn't wipe his nose.

Luthando: msule nge laphu le mpundu fondin.

-wipe him with the cloth for the ass.

Luyanda: good idea.

He said before changing the cloth and wiped his entire face with it.

Me: vuka fondin Drake susi sokolisa. Andithi ungu Controller?

-wake up Drake don't give us hassles.

Bulelani started coughing.

Me: yeka lonto.

-stop that.

He forced himself to stop coughing and it was so painful that he ended up

crying.

Luthando: besitheni kuwe Kwedin ngo Sihle? Khange sithi Yintombi yethu
leyana therefore ukba wenza ikaka sizoku nethela sonke?

-what did we say to you boy about Sihle? Didn't we say that's our daughter
therefore if you do shit to her we will all rain on you?

Bulelani: nitshilo madoda.

-you said so.

Luyanda: ngoku kwenzeka ntoni?

-so what happened?

Bulelani: ndimthathele i phone qha nje-

-I just took her phone only-

Me: for ntoni? Sihle akekho weak mnqundu wakho busthini kuye for
umenza ayinikezele?

-what for? Sihle isn't weak you ass what were you saying to her to make
her give it up?

I said as I beat the side of the bathtub. I was angry.

Luyanda: Jama subanomsindo kalok. Xolo Mninawa.

-don't be angry. Sorry little brother.

I hate the fact that I'm emotional. I hate the fact that I cry when I'm upset.

Luthando: akaxoki uLuphelo apha. And xasiyi jonga thina lekaka buyenza...
Icacile bumbetha uSihle.

-Luphelo is not lying here. And when we look at the shit you were doing. It's
clear you were beating Sihle.

Bulelani: Bendingam bethi madoda believe me.

-I wasn't beating her.

I took my phone and then called Hlalumi.

Her: Tatakhe?

Me: baby Eli Hobe belimbetha uSihle?

Her: ha.a not yet. But it's clear it was gonna happen.

Bulelani: Hlalumi hayi please!! I wasn't gonna-

I hung up on her as Bulelani screamed and cried.

Me: Luthando... Khayo Landa amabhanti pha sizo qeqesha lenkwenkwe.

Yabona ke Bulelani ntwana... I don't care how you treat other women
around you but you will know how to treat a woman related to us. Uvile?

-go fetch the belts there so we can discipline this boy.

He was crying as he nodded while we waited for Luthando to fetch the

belts.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I slept with Sihle all night and in the morning, Luphelo came back home
with Bulelani who looked pretty clean. I was shocked because I knew they
tortured him but I didn't understand why he looked good.

Me: ufuna ntoni apha lomntu?

-what does this person want here?

Luphelo: bayeke bathethe ngentozabo baby. Nge direction yomtshato

wabo is completely up to them but uyayazi ngoku lomntu ukba makazi
phathe njani. Andithi mnqundu wakho?

-leave them to talk about their things. The direction of their marriage... This
person knows how to carry himself. Right you ass?

Bulelani: ewe Grootie.

Luphelo inhaled.

Luphelo: Sihle?

Sihle: Tanci?

Luphelo: if usam funa lomnqundu don't be pressured into leaving him now.
You can go to see a councilor together if it doesn't work it doesn't but our
issue no Luthando no Tatakho is the abuse. Andiyazi Yinton limenze
wacinga he's the shit but he's not iyand capukisa futhi lento. Marriage is not
ownership its a partnership it needs respect and if lomnqundu doesn't
understand that even after last night then please leave. We love you and
we will always protect mntaka Bhuti.

Sihle: enkosi Tanci.

Luphelo: wena suyeka imali ikwenze ucinge you're the shit. Incinci lemali
unayo Kwedin for ukba ikwenze ucinge you have the right to call the shots
emtshatweni wakho. Respect umfazi noba aka phangeli ngoba she gave
you something priceless what is the price of a home? Of a baby?
Subhanxeka mnqundwakho. Ptsek. Baby masambe before ndimphonde
lomntu lo.

I hurried out with my man and then we closed the door behind us. I really
hoped for Sihle's sake that the torture worked because Sihle and Bulelani
are really not that bad together. He just let money get to his head and
forgot that he got to this position because of Sihle's family. That's why
ladies we need to not make impulsive decisions. Yes love is free but you
can't get married if you can't afford to but we forget that as black people
hence we literally have the highest divorce rate amongst other population
groups in South Africa. And again, I will never emphasize this

enough: do not feel pressured to get married if you know your relationship
isn't stable enough to make it last forever. Marriage isn't a band aid. In fact,
if the wrong people decide to get married then marriage can be the actual
wound itself. So ladies please, let's love ourselves so much that we
become immune to the pressures that we face from our peers. Don't look at
their lives and look at yours and think you ain't shit just because they have
more. That is a breeding ground for Jealousy and Jealousy cannot get to
confident people. Protect your mental health: delete Instagram if seeing
other people's achievements hurts your feelings, relinquish certain
friendships if they make you feel bad about yourself... Do whatever it takes
to protect yourself from making bad decisions with your life. It's okay
Queen. Queens are human too. I hope this helped someone. ❤

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°° Sihle's perspective °°

My husband sat on the chair in the corner of my room while I sat cross
legged on the bed, facing down.

Bulelani: Yandisa?

Me: yes?

Bulelani: ndicela uxolo.

-I'm sorry.

Me: wenzeni? Ndifuna ukuva undi xelela ukuba wenzeni.

-what did you do? I want to hear you tell me what you did.

He exhaled.

Bulelani: I was inconsiderate of your feelings. I acted like the King of the
jungle. I acted like I owned you. I controlled you... I abused you. I'm sorry.

The tears fell from my eyes.

Me: why did you do that?

Bulelani: Andiy qhelanga imali mna Sihle. So getting it just... It made me full
of myself. I felt like you and Zana need me and it just got to my head.

-I'm not used to money.

Me: oh so the money I was bringing in wasn't enough?

Bulelani: Sihle you got that money from i family yakho and I work. That's
why I became arrogant. It's just... Power makes us men go crazy when we
have it alone. I don't know how to make you understand this.

I scoffed.

Me: I don't even want to understand bruh. Bulelani the baby changed us.
uZana made me grow up and you didn't and the fucking people you hang
out with are the ones who are feeding these ideas in your head that you're
the shit. You're nothing without me! My uncle put you on. It's as if I paid my
own dowry so nigga why the fuck you acting like you are the King?

He bit his lip and exhaled.

Bulelani: So what now Yandisa? My body hurts... oTanci bakho really

fucked me up and trust me when I say... I don't want them on my ass
again. I won't hurt you again.

Me: une cherrie?

-do you have a girlfriend?

Bulelani: hayi-

I scoffed as I shook my head.

Me: I want us to have an HIV test.

He nodded slowly.

Me: right now. Let's go. I will take things from whatever your status is.

Bulelani: okay.

He said before I got up and then took Kumkani with me to Hlalumi's

bedroom. I opened the door and I found her on the bed, straddling her
husband as they adorably kissed. I cleared my throat to get her attention.
Hlalumi: mntase seni Gqhibile?

-are ya'll already done?

I nodded.

Me: I just came to drop uKumkani off and to borrow a car. Any car it doesn't
matter.

Her eyes watered as she took uKumkani. There are 5 things that are
important to Hlalumi: Her son, her husband, her mother, business and her
cars. And that's all arranged in order of importance.

Hlalumi: heh?

Me: please borrow me a car.

Hlalumi: Luphelo ndicela umnike i Tiguan Mos awuy thandi lawei lamoto.

-please give her the Tiguan because you don't like that car that much.

Luphelo: Uve ngabani mhlawumbi?

-whom did you hear that from maybe?

Me: Tanci please.

Luphelo: fine.

He opened his drawer and then he tossed the key and I caught it.

Me: enkosi Jama.

-thank you.

Luphelo: sure.

He said before I walked out of their bedroom.

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°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

Sihle, Bulelani and Zana all left so I breastfed my baby boy and then
Luphelo made breakfast for us. It was so difficult to wrap my head around
the fact that the same man who literally strangled

another man until he lost consciousness was now making breakfast. I think
my husband might also have a multiple personality disorder. He dished up
for us and then we ate.

Me: nimenze ntoni uBulelani?

-what did Ya'll do to Bulelani?

Luphelo: can we please not talk about it Mamakhe?

I nodded.

Me: as you wish Tiyeka. But I spoke to uSihle Izolo and she admitted that
she got married because I got married.

He scoffed and just ate his food.

Me: Izolo when she was opening up to me she asked me if you're fucking
up and shit and I had to lie and tell her you're acting differently and that I
suspect you're cheating.

He shrugged his shoulders.

Luphelo: if she needed to hear that in order to feel better then hey.

Me: I'm sorry though.

Luphelo: I legit don't care.

He said as he finished his food and then put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Me: Jama are you okay?

A tear fell from his eyes which he wiped.

Luphelo: Hlalumi I'm emotional. I don't like hurting people.

I got up and then went to wrap my arms around my husband.

Me: I know baby. I'm sorry. You just did what you had to do to protect
uSihle. Xolo Zikhali. I'm so sorry we brought you into this mess.

Luphelo: okay.

He exhaled as I kissed his forehead.

Luphelo: baby ndicela undi fundise ukuba evil.

-please teach me how to be evil.

I burst out laughing.

Me: okay Sthandwa sam. Lesson 1, zibuze ngobani aba? Lesson 2, don't
think about what you're doing. Lesson 3, pretend what you're doing is great
and beneficial for mankind. Lesson 4, phola mntakabawo.

-ask yourself who are these people?

He giggled before hugging and then kissing me.

Luphelo: I have to go sthandwa sam or I will be late. Bye bye.

Me: bye baby.

I said before he kissed my forehead and then walked out.

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.

I cleaned the house as soon as my husband left whilst carrying uKumkani

on my back and blasting music. I even got a sweet call from Senior
thanking me for the happiness that I had brought to his sons life. He even
became emotional because he said he still can't believe that uLuphelo is
smiling so often and has gotten back his love for laughing and sense of
humor. It truly meant a lot to be given that amount of appreciation by my
husband's father.

I heard a knock on the door so I went to open it. Curious to see whom it
was. The best part about living in a big house is that once you hear a knock
or a ring on the doorbell you make these fun guesses about who it could
be. When I finally opened the door, it was both my bitches: Sihle & Lethu.

Me: my eyes are deceiving me.

They laughed.

Sihle: tu kanti babes. We are here.

Me: how did this happen?

Lelethu: she dm'd me on Instagram wathi she would like us to come over to
your place and drink by the pool.

Me: Ncoh guys. Thank you.

I said as I hugged them and they giggled.

Me: but baphi abantwana benu?

-where are your children?

I asked as we walked into my house to get champagne and some glasses.

Of course for them, not me.
Lelethu: siba shiye ku Rose kalok.

-we left them at Rose.

Me: wow so I'm the only one carrying a baby around okay.

I sulked and they laughed at their wicked ways. We went to the pool and
then the girls put their feet into the water while Sihle took a picture of us for
Instagram. I was so crusty.

Sihle: so ke Hlalumi Bulelani and I had an HIV test done.. We both came
out negative but I'm taking a break from yena. I think we need some time
apart to figure out what we both want khubone?

Lelethu: was he cheating on you?

She nodded.

Lelethu: yho babes I know that feeling. If you Google the word cheater you
will see a picture of Reid mntakabawo the man put me through hell but ke I
stayed. And he's better now.

Sihle: do you recommend staying?

She shook her head.

Lelethu: it's a risk. Sihle you get men that would cheat even on Beyonce...
And then you get men who want to be faithful but maybe they are bored
cos uReid was unfaithful yes but he was always a gentleman. He never
treated me like shit so ever since I started putting work on my relationship
like Hlalumi suggested... He started putting work in too cos he
acknowledged my efforts so now we're good. You just need to identify the
problem in your relationship and effort isn't just about appearance its also
about how you talk to umntu wakho, how you treat him, how you make him
feel when he's at home you know... The emotional aspect is very important
too. So if you do all of that for the wrong guy he will never change and
that's why women generalise its cos they do everything for the wrong guy
and then think putting effort doesn't make a difference. But it does.
Sihle: true. But I'm done at the moment shame with uBulelani like we have
been together for years and I need something different. Girls do you think it
would be wrong to get another man? Not now but... When I'm ready.

Me: yho mntase don't you think another man would be a distraction Kodwa
if the aim is to fix things with him at the end?

Lelethu: aim ntoni? Jonga Hlalumi we

Aren't all with a man who has turned down several pussies for us vah? So
ptsek. Sihle mntase... You and Bulelani are going through a separation and
I'm sure naye he will fuck other women. He fucked them during your
marriage even so fuck men nawe. If you don't wanna come back to him
after that then it wasn't meant to be.

We giggled.

Sihle: wait so have you fucked other men whilst Reid was cheating?

Lethu laughed whilst sipping her wine.

Lelethu: ewe tyhin. Reid and I were once separated for 4 months and I
fucked another man. But I still loved my husband so when we came back
together I started to appreciate him more I suppose.

Me: guys I legit can't imagine myself being fucked by another man I'm
sorry. Like yhoo ha.a I can't. Just that sex is so intimate and you have to be
naked... Nah I can't.

Sihle: you literally can't Kakade cos imagine what uTanci would do to a
man who fucks his wife? He would literally strangle him until he loses
consciousness like he did to Bulelani.

I laughed.

Me: no offense Kodwa chomi that moment was so hot.

She laughed.
Sihle: avah. Especially when he was like "shhh" qhonda haike haike.

Lelethu: I still say ya'll haven't seen u Luthando when he's angry. Yey ha.a
uMamu Jama's womb must be made of diamonds. Her sons. Cos Sihle
uLuyanda is also fucking sexy qha he can't fight and that's the problem
otherwise if he could he would have been the one I called when Reid and I
had problems.

Sihle: could have been the one? So let me guess Luthando was the one
you fucked?

Lelethu: precisely.

She said as she drank her champagne and we couldn't stop laughing at her
revelation.

My husband came home in the evening. I didn't cook because I was tired.

Luphelo: hey.

He kissed me.

Me: hi.

Luphelo: Hambo nxiba i lokhwe e sexy for umnyeni wakho. We're going on
a date.

-go wear a dress that's sexy for your husband.

I smiled.

Me: okay give me a minute.

I said as I jumped up from my seat in excitement. He sure knows how to
make my night. I took a quick shower and then got dressed in my short
black tight fitted dress and black sock ankle boots. I then wore my Bob wig,
did my make up and my husband suggested we don't wear rings just so
that we could feel like we're dating all over again. It always brings the spark
back.

After getting dressed, I went to meet my husband who was dressed in a

stylish white t-shirt, tight blue jeans and black Christian Louboutin red
bottom sneakers. He completed his look with a black leather jacket and he
looked beyond amazing.

Me: baby what are we gonna do with our son?

Luphelo: uMama will keep him dont worry.

Me: okay.

I said before he hugged me and then he checked me out subtly. He didn't

even need to say a word to compliment me. He was done just by the look
in his eyes so we walked out to the car with Kumkani whom we dropped off
at his mother's house. We then went on to have dinner at Radisson Tabu
and on our way home Luphelo Suggested that we have matching crown
tattoo's at the back of our necks to symbolise our love for each other which
we now show through our son so we went to a Tattoo Parlor at the Baywest
mall for our tattoos. This was truly an amazing idea for me because there
are so many couples who tattoo each others names but once the
relationship fails, they are left with a scar not only emotionally but physically
as well that serves as a reminder of the failed relationship. But Luphelo and
I had these tattoo's done as a way to pay tribute to the life that we had
created and the love that created that life. These tattoos were also a way
for us to show that even if we are not meant to be, we will always have love
for one another and that the love we shared will never be erased.

On the way back home, another instrumental went on whilst listening to

Luphelo's music.

Me: baby please freestyle on your love for me.

Luphelo: baby I'm not a rapper.

Me: you can do anything baby come on. Please.

I said as I batted my eyelashes. He gave in.

Luphelo: girl you probably my mother's understudy.

And that's the reason why when it rains between us.

I will stick around until it gets muddy.

I appreciate your pretty smile and your brain.

Had to let go of a couple of 10's to make you the main.

You're actually the only and that's okay.

I swear bank notifications don't make me happy this way.

You make a nigga grin first thing in the morning.

Make a nigga pretend your movie selection ain't boring.

I knew you'd make a good wife.

But fuck I didn't imagine you'd be the highlight of my life.

I didn't imagine I'd be the nigga telling other niggas to keep my wifes name
out they mouth.

Never imagined I'd tell em to go North if they see you chilling on the South.

My heart is your home baby, sit down and recline.

Take my black card and go shopping swear that shit will never decline.

To your man you're more important.

Than all the cars I own that are imported.

My pride will only come through,

Once the issues between me and you.

Are sorted.

Cos I remember how it feels to lose you.

And I ain't losing you again.

I will admit that I have never been through so much pain.

But thank you for the King you gave me, my Queen.

Qamata, I'm here to show you the greatest love you have ever seen. He
concluded the freestyle by taking my hand and then kissing it. ❤ .

Insert 126: Zenande Africa (Kylie Jenner) ❤

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Luther Vandross's "I know" was the song we played on our way back from
the tattoo parlor. I believe that Luphelo and I relate a lot to this song
because we genuinely love one another and we know that we would never
hurt one another. Yes, there are moments when doubt does creep in and
make me in particular, I don't know about him, wonder whether or not we
are going to withstand the test of time. But nevertheless my heart will never
live down its love for my husband and my mind will never forget the
wonderful marriage we have. I think for a King and a Queen such as him
and I, this isn't just a marriage: it's a Reign.

He turned up the volume of the song and I wished he would sing it for me
but I suppose he also just wanted to enjoy the song so he took my hand
and then he kissed it.

Luphelo: have you spoken to uSihle again?

Me: yeah. She seemed okay ngoku ngoba she and Lelethu came over to
surprise me emini.

He scoffed.

Luphelo: uLelethu no Sihle? That's an unlikely pair.

Me: I know baby. They aren't friends qha u Sihle was doing this for me.
Kalok I bought her a phone and sent a card explaining that she shouldn't
be threatened by other people cos she's more than my best friend. She's
my family.

Luphelo: umthengele i phone? Eyiphi?

-you bought her a phone? Which one?

Me: Samsung A50 kalok. And yes I did.

Luphelo: we have the most fucked up marriage I have ever seen. We don't
discuss our expenditures.

Me: we literally are defying every single rule of marriage except the rules of
loving each other and being faithful. And that's why we're so happy. It just
goes to show that there's something wrong with the traditional rules of
marriage.

Luphelo: true. But I don't think there is a need for us to discuss finances
ngoba none of us are reckless spenders. We live within our means and I
think the reason why you and I are going to be happy for years is because
we live our lives as independently as we can but we come together for the
sake of being in love and being parents. So baby let's just...never stop
dating each other. Let's not let the pressures that come with marriage ruin
us. Please. I know we need to discuss somethings relating to money but if
you wanna spend your hard earned money the way you see fit... Do it. And
I'll do the same. But we both have to keep in mind that we need to eat and
we have a son. Fair?

Me: fair enough sthandwa sam.

He said as we fist bumped. Honestly, the liberty in our marriage is on

another level. And that kind of liberty is what will sustain us because there
is nothing worse than feeling suffocated in a relationship. Nothing is worse
than feeling like you have to include someone in every single thing you do
and nothing is worse than feeling like you have to dissolve in a marriage for
the sake of being one with another person. But Luphelo and I are different.
We aren't allowing ourselves to lose who we are because of marriage. We
don't play the "whats mine is yours" game. We play "I will give you what's
mine should you need it but it's not yours".

He drove to his parents' house and then we climbed out. We were here to
fetch uKumkani so he knocked on the door. Sihle opened up because she
lives here now.

Sihle: seni buyile.

-you're back.
Me: ewe mntase and we got matching tattoo's.

Sihle: let me see.

She beamed as we showed her our crown tattoo's at the back of our necks.
She couldn't stop gushing.

Sihle: hayin guys this shit is so cute. Nizi parents goals shame.

She said as Senior and Ma came down with uKumkani.

Senior: ngobani abane tattoo ngoku?

-who has tattoo's now?

Sihle: ngo "even when the sky comes falling".

We laughed. We really can't get used to being called that.

Senior: khandbone?

-let me see.

We showed him the tattoo and he smiled.

Senior: mxm nide Nizi vise ubu hlungu ngenxa ka Kumkani? Haska.

-you put yourself through so much pain for Kumkani?

I giggled.

Me: he's worth it Kodwa nje.

I said as I took my little bundle of joy who was so happy to see Mommy that
he started smiling. Luyanda came downstairs as well to greet us and he sat
down next to his daughter while holding uZana whom he gave to Luphelo
so that he could bond with her. It was the most adorable thing in the world
Kodwa uZana truly has the sexiest grandpa's in the world.

Luyanda: Pabbles le ntwana isa phangela pha eJC?

-does that boy still work at JC?

He was talking about uBulelani.

Luphelo: ewe usepha.

-he's still there.

Luyanda: why?

Luphelo: andinom gxotha kalok bhuti kusa funeka ehoye uZana.

-I can't fire him he still needs to look after Zana.

Luyanda: mxm. Yand dika shame yena.

-he's annoying me.

Ma: nyana ndiyakthanda Kodwa wena awuno thetha. ubusy ne divorce

ngoku ngenxa yokuba abusive.

-son I love you but you shouldn't speak. You're busy with a divorce now
because of being abusive.

Me: Ma please... What's done is done. At least he knows where he went

wrong.

Ma: yho... Nanko ke uHlalumi ethethelela uBhut wakhe.

-there goes Hlalumi defending her big brother.

Luyanda: shot Lumi mntase.

We fist bumped as the family laughed at our partnership.

Ma: Hlalumi imfutshane le lokhwe.

-this dress is short.

Luphelo: ndiyayazi Nozala.

-I know Mom.

He said with a naughty smile on his face and his mom shook her head as
Sihle, Senior and Luyanda laughed.

Senior: lomfisho slaps nyana.

Luphelo: hay nje kancinci.

-not even a little.

Luyanda: Sabaweli ufishelwa Thixo wam.

That was Ma's cue. She said her goodbyes and then walked to her
bedroom.

Senior: hay you slap manyan kalok wena. Uyayazi Luphelo ulawulwa njani
umfazi.

-no you literally slap. Luphelo knows how to control a wife.

Sihle: how do you control a wife ke Tanci?

She knew it's sexual.

Luyanda: hay hay Sihle we aren't having this conversation with a child.
Hambolala.

-go to sleep.

Sihle: Kodwa Daddy uHlalumi is my age and she's here.

Luyanda: Hlalumi ntoni? Ngu Manci wakho lona.

-Hlalumi what? This is your Aunt.

I laughed.
Me: tsh lomntana ndin ubiza umfazi ka Tanci nge Gama.

-this child is calling her uncles wife by her name.

Sihle: Ncumolwethu hayi! Sasi bethwa sobabini eCreche sisi xawunga funu
lala during nap time.

-we were both beaten at Creche when you didn't want to sleep during nap
time.

We all laughed.

Sihle: guys yazi uHlalumi was such a rebel. She came to creche even
when she had chickenpox and infected half of the class.

They Laughed.

Senior: wayephi uPat?

-where was Pat?

Sihle: wayekhona fondin but Mos uPat couldn't say no to uHlalumi. So she
allowed her to come to school gqhi uHlalumi Jama with a thick ass turtle
neck and gave everyone hugs kanti she's infecting us then she laughed
and was taken to the naughty corner for the rest of the day.

Luphelo couldn't stop laughing.

Me: mxm masambe Luphelo.

-let's go.

I said as I got up and then pulled my husband up. Sihle kept teasing me on
my way out but I kept it moving. I'm so sensitive when I'm being roasted by
her.

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.

We drove home, took a shower when we got home and then went to bed
with our son who cried for us to let him sleep between us. He didn't want to
sleep in his own cot so we had to put him in our bed and he smiled as soon
as I covered him with our blanket. Kumkani Jama is such an adorable little
baby who genuinely enjoys being around his parents. I love that about him.

In the morning, we followed relatively the same morning routine because I

went back to being the one to make breakfast for uLuphelo so we caught
up in the morning as usual. Reid called Luphelo.

Luphelo: ja mnqund wakho.

Reid: yey msunu uphi uLumi?

-where's Lumi?

Luphelo: uzamthini umntu wam?

-what are you gonna do with my person?

Reid: Yinton woyika Ndiyi threat?

-why are you scared am I a threat?

Luphelo: azange wayiyo ptsek. But nanku lapha uHlalumi the call is on
loudspeaker.

-you've never been it. But Hlalumi is here.

Reid: okay. Hlalumi baby unjani?

-how are you?

Me: ndi right my love wena?

Lelethu: mnk Finisher siba xelele about the other night?

-should we tell them about the

Other night?

Luphelo: bayeke Mabhebheza. We don't kiss and tell.

-leave them.

Me: hay hay akanoku Biza uMabhebheza kalok tsh. That's my title.

-he can't call you Mabhebheza.

I sulked as they laughed.

Lelethu: nawe no Reid sanu dhika kalok.

-you and Reid shouldn't be annoying.

Me: sorry kalok yhu. Reid what were you saying mntase?

Reid: jonga wena no Lele should go land shopping today.

Me: okay. How many hectares of land do you want?

Reid: maybe 10.

Me: that's approximately the size of 5 soccer pitches right? Isn't that too
much?

Luphelo: yes. 6 hectares might be fine.

Me: do we all agree?

Reid: yes.

Lelethu: yep.

Me: okay so when are we meeting up Lethu?

Lelethu: in 3 hours. Bring uHlehle.

Me: sure.

Lelethu: okay. Bye bye Jama's.

Me: bye bye Faliso's.

I took a bath with Kumkani then we both got dressed in white tracksuits. I
tied my braids in a bun before driving to Lelethu's house to leave uKumkani
with Rose and then Lelethu and I went to fetch uSihle in my car. She was
truly excited that I came so we went land shopping whilst eating a
McDonald's 'Share box' in the car.

We probably saw 7 different pieces of land before settling on a 6, 5

hectares wide piece of land which Lelethu and I bought by going 50/50
using our men's cheque books. We were not satisfied with that at all
because we needed our own and one day we were going to achieve that
dream.

After buying the land, we stopped the car under a piece of shade and then
we spoke.

Sihle: guys I wanna change my surname.

Me: to what?

Sihle: kalok I never had my dad's surname so I kinda wanna change to

Jama.

Me: will you hyphenate it? And be Siphesihle Jama-Cingani?

She shook her head.

Sihle: for now I will just be Siphesihle Jama. He needs to work for me to
keep his surname.

Lelethu: aww SJ.

She hyped as Sihle Giggled.

Me: I wanna hyphenate Kodwa mna guys.

Sihle: why?

Me: I have always wanted to keep my surname qha when I got married I
was excited to have a different surname khubone. But I think Sifora-Jama
sounds good.

Lelethu: it sounds like a tug of war between your mother and your husband.
Pick a side Hlalumi wethu.

Sihle: I agree and besides yamazi uTanci unjani.. He won't agree to that.

Me: mxm. Fuck.

I said as I looked out of the window whilst eating the rest of the nuggets.
When we were done, we drove to Home Affairs where Sihle officially
changed her surname to Jama.

Luphelo told me not to cook because he isn't gonna be around for dinner
since he has a business meeting. So when he came home, Kumkani was
laying in my arms being a big fat baby. He was literally just laying there,
doing nothing.

Luphelo: hey sthandwa sam.

He said as he sat down next to me on the couch and then kissed my lips.
Kumkani saw Daddy and excitedly tried to get his attention so he could
crossover to his arms.

Me: hey baby. What time are you leaving?

Luphelo: in like an hour. I'm not even in the mood cos the man I'm meeting
with is so fucking stubborn. And he's got a tender to build a mall so imagine
how huge that could be for us.

Me: let me go with you.

He raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: no thank you Majama I can handle this.

Me: Jama you're not using your resources. You have a sexy wife with a
nice cleavage, a fat ass, hips and I'm also nice to look at. Plus I'm smart...
Take me with you and I will seal this deal for you. Trust me.

Luphelo: Hlalumi that nice cleavage, fat ass, those hips are mine. I'm not
about to use you to seal any deal.

I exhaled.

Me: I'm not gonna fuck anyone Luphelo. Just take me with you and we'll
see what happens but I guarantee you... I will make this work. You have
nothing to lose.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: fine. But I don't like this shit.

Me: relax. Ndi nxibe ntoni?

-what should I wear?

Luphelo: formal I suppose. Nxiba i lokhwe.

-wear a dress.
Me: Okay.

I said as I got up and he followed me upstairs where we freshened up and

got dressed. Once we were done, we left and then dropped Kumkani off ku
Mamu Jama before we went to the club where we were going to meet
Roman.

We arrived at The Elite club hand in hand: him in his black and white
tuxedo and me in my fiery red bodycon dress and black heels. The room
stopped momentarily when we walked in. It's the J effect.

Luphelo led the direction to the table so I followed his lead and we arrived
at the table where the men were seated. I had the contract in a leather file
which I placed on the seat. There were about 7 men there including the one
I'm married to and I was the only female there.

Luphelo: good evening gentlemen.

Them: good evening LJ.

The man we wanted to get on board in particular stood up to shake

Luphelo's hand.

Him: I'm glad you could make it.

Luphelo: The pleasure is all mine. I'd like you to meet my wife. Ncumo
Jama.

Me: good evening.

I reached out for a handshake but Roman wanted to hug me so Luphelo

pulled me back subtly but Roman noticed and giggled a bit.
Roman: I see you don't play that game when it comes to your wife Jama.

Luphelo: not one bit.

Me: it's okay baby.

I assured him before giving Roman the hug he asked for. Luphelo was
internally pissed but this is business.. These are the things we have to do
to get what we want but at least he was right here and I wasn't going to
sleep with anybody. We took our seats and then a waiter was called to take
our orders so we ordered seafood excluding uLuphelo who ordered steak
and chips. He then ordered a shot of Remy Martin while I opted for
milkshake and asked for a cigar.

Roman: so Jama... Where did you meet this red fox?

Luphelo was so annoyed by his interest in me so I knew I had to take one

for the team here otherwise Luphelo could walk out of here anytime.

Me: he met me through his niece. We're best friends.

Roman: I understand that he's over 30 and you don't look a day over
20...but that body-

Luphelo: what about that body?

He asked with a stern voice?

Roman: it tells a different story. In a good way Jama don't get offended.
She's built like a woman although you can tell by her face that she's quite
young.

My man's shot arrived so he took it and then downed it immediately

because he couldn't get through this evening sober.

Me: Roman have you perhaps read our proposal?

Roman: yes I have. These are my other business associates and they
agreed that it's excellent.
Me: I sense a 'but' looming somewhere.

Roman: we can't make a decision yet about giving you the tender until we
have received all the proposals. Some companies tend to submit their
proposals late.

Me: mhm I see. It's such a shame though. Because by the time other
companies have handed in their proposals, we would already have started
with your mall which means that it could be completed on time for you to be
able to capitalise and profit from next year's December which is when
consumers tend to make the most purchases. If you delay construction,
your mall will be ready by the February or March after the next... Is that
really a good time to unveil a mall?

Other man: Mrs Jama, when malls open the stores do need to offer
products at a lower price anyway so it doesn't matter.

Me: yes but should you open during December, you will have served that
purpose during the time when people have the most money. Just imagine
how much rent you stand to gain from the stores. How much exposure your
mall stands to gain.

They nodded their heads.

Roman: still Ncumo we will have to think about it. I don't want to make
impulsive decisions.

This man is so exhausting.

Me: I understand.

I faked a smile as the cigar came which I lit and smoked. The men went
crazy over that but they didn't react in fear of Luphelo whose expression
changed when he saw me smoking. He looked like a guard dog.

Roman: but I really like you. The colour of your dress... I think the next car
I'm buying will be red.

Me: which car are you going to buy?

I asked as I Puffed.

Roman: a standard Lamborghini Aventador.

Me: you should get the Lamborghini Aventador SVJ

Roman: why?

Me: it's the fastest.

Other man: It's not the fastest. The Huracan is.

He scoffed.

Me: the Huracan is the fastest around a track. But not in a straight line. In
fact the Huracan does 0-100 in 2.9 seconds but the SVJ does it in 2. 8
which is the fastest a Lamborghini can do.

Other man: and you're basing this entire argument based on a 0.1 second
difference.

Me: you clearly don't understand how supercars work.

The rest of the men laughed at his foolishness. Roman was intrigued.

Roman: so if you can buy any 3 cars, which would they be and why?

Me: I would buy a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a Fenyr Hypersport and a

McLaren P1. I would buy the Bugatti La Voiture Noire because it's
breathtaking. Yes it produces 1500 horsepower, does 0-100 in less than 3
seconds, has a W16 engine and produces 1 180 Nm of Torque but I
wouldn't even rev that car I think it's equivalent to the Rolls Royce in terms
of elegance and sophistication. The exterior of the Fenyr would be the
opposite of the Bugatti as it looks mean and ferocious therefore I think it
would upset men to see a woman such as myself climbing out of such a
beast. And it's flat 6 provides better handling. Lastly, the McLaren P1 is the
epitome of a sportscar. It's beautiful, it's one of the most respected V8's in
the world and I love it.

I said as I Puffed my cigar and exhaled the fumes through my nostrils.

Roman: interesting selection Ncumo. Wow...I have never met a woman that
understands cars so much. Tell me... What do you do at Jama
Constructions?

Me: I'm currently on maternity leave but soon I will take up a quantity
serveying post when I'm back. However I do make creative decisions
regarding the direction of that company. I practically rebranded the whole
thing.

Roman: well I would like you to be the project manager for this tender. I
think you're a heck of a

woman: a tomboy in a dress. Luphelo your wife is the shit.

Luphelo: thank you.

He said dismissively.

Roman: so where's the contract?

He asked with his face flushed. I took the leather file from my seat and then
handed it over to him. The contract was inside with the pen. He scanned
through the document which was only 2 pages long, back to front and then
he signed on the dotted line.

Roman: I would like to work with you more Ncumo. I'm excited.

He said as we shook hands.

Me: Likewise Roman.

I said as the food arrived so I killed the smoke by pressing the cigar face
first on the ashtray and then dared the men to a game of poker when we
were done. Luphelo should do this more often. He should bring me over to
business meetings to help seal his deals because my beautiful face is
clearly working.

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After we played poker, Luphelo wanted to call it a night.

Luphelo: I hate to be a party pooper but we have to call it a night. It was

nice being here and thank you for your business.

Roman: come on LJ. At least leave Ncumo behind.

Luphelo: that's not happening.

Roman: Ncumo?

Me: no I'm sorry Roman. My husband and I came together, we leave

together.

Roman: I like that. Ncumo I look forward to seeing you again.

Me: Likewise.

I said as I gave them handshakes. We said our final goodbyes and then
went to the car. He was quiet.
Me: andise dhinwe.

-I'm so tired.

He didn't reply.

Me: Luphelo?

Luphelo: yintoni Ncumolwethu?!

-what?

He snapped. That caught me off guard. I honestly thought he would be

proud of me for helping him seal this deal. I truly didn't expect him to bite
my head off. My eyes watered.

Me: Luphelo... Ndikwenze ntoni?

-what did I do to you?

Luphelo: undenze ntoni? Ncumolwethu what the fuck was going on phana?
Uzama ukundi hlaza Ncumolwethu?! Uzama ukundenza weak?

-what did you do to me? Are you trying to embarrass me? Are you trying to
make me weak?

Me: ndi ngabe ndiyenzela ntoni lonto Jama? Taka Kumkani ndicela uxolo
ukuba ndiku khubekisile but I thought I was doing what I was supposed to
do.

-why would I be doing that? I'm sorry if I hurt you.

He exhaled. He was so upset and I'm not used to seeing uLuphelo like this.
He's always happy, cheerful and tranquil that I couldn't get used to this
feeling. He didn't say anything to me on our way to his parents' house. He
climbed out of the car and then he went to fetch uKumkani himself. He
didn't take too long, I suppose he was too upset to socialise with his own
parents because he came back to the car within 2 minutes with Kumkani
whom he gave to me. I took Kumkani whilst me and his father were silent.

We finally got home and then he went to the kitchen whilst I went to put
down Kumkani. I didn't know whether I should speak to my husband or
not... But I decided to try my luck.

So I went downstairs where Luphelo was making a sandwich in the kitchen.

I couldn't understand how he was hungry again so soon.

Me: baby I honestly don't know what I did that pissed you off so much.

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu... You were there to help me. Not to do all that shit
by yourself. I barely got a word in. I was barely recognized after all my
endeavors as a businessman. This is what my career has come down to?
My wife using her looks to get shit done? It was as if you enjoyed that
attention-

Me: I told you Luphelo before we even left the house what I was gonna do.
You know good and well another company could have bribed their way to
get this tender and I was just ensuring that you get it without bribing
because I know you don't do that shit. And Luphelo I can't believe you
would think I would enjoy attention from another man. I have always been
loyal to you. I have never kept my eyes off you since the day I met you.
And now when I decide to help you, you throw me with this shit.

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu. Ungaze uphinde undenze ndizive ingathi andingo

Luphelo Jama mna.

Ndiyak nqanda.

-don't you ever make me feel like I'm not Luphelo Jama. I'm warning you.

He said as he took his food and then he went to the living room to watch
TV. I thought he was going to sleep in his spare bedroom so I went back to
our bedroom and fetched my son from his cot. I put him in bed with me and
then I struggled to fall asleep. After about an hour, Luphelo came into our
bedroom and then he changed into his pyjama's and then fell asleep.

.
.

In the morning, my husband woke up and then went to the en suite with his
son. I did the bed and then went to the en suite where Luphelo was
brushing his teeth.

Me: Molo Tiyeka.

Luphelo: molo.

Me: Ndikwenzele i breakfast?

-should I make breakfast?

He shook his head and I exhaled. This was painful.

Me: Luphelo at the end of the day I was doing this for you.

He spat his toothpaste mixed with water out and then he drank water from
his cup to rinse his mouth. He then wiped his mouth with a paper towel and
threw it in the dustbin.

Luphelo: nguwe ozobayi project manager. Nale mali ndizayi Nika wena. So
thanks but no thanks Ncumolwethu. I don't want you thinking you did this
for me.

-you're going to be the project manager. And I'm going to give this money
to you.

I started crying. He's so fucking difficult.

Me: can't we solve this like we solve other things step by step ke Luphelo
to see where I went wrong? Please. I love you Jama and I'm sorry for
making you feel small I'm sorry I just genuinely thought I was making you
proud. I just want you to be proud of me Luphelo. That's all.
He scoffed before running the bathwater. He totally ignored my presence
as he took a bath with his baby so I walked out of the bedroom to make
food for myself downstairs. I was hungry, sleep deprived and emotional
because with Luphelo and I. When it's good it's good but when it rains it
pours. I made FutureLife porridge and then I ate in the kitchen while
recalling the entire business dinner last night. I tried to see where I might
have went wrong but honestly I didn't see anything wrong that I might have
done. I remained respectful to him throughout the entire meal. Spoke when
spoken to... I literally couldn't have controlled the depth of Roman's interest
in me. What mattered is that I got the job done and that's it. And I did it
without fucking anyone. After 40 minutes, my husband came down dressed
in a black hoodie with black tracksuit pants and black Nike Vapourmax
sneakers. He had Kumkani in his arm so he kissed his son goodbye before
giving him to me.

Me: ndiyaku thanda kodwa Ngcolosi.

-I love you though.

He stared daggers at me but still... I know... He loves me. He didn't reply

because he just walked away from me. He had such a fragile ego.

I received a call on my phone from an unsaved number. I answered it.

Me: hello.

Her: hi am I speaking to Mrs Ncumo Jama?

Me: yes. Who am I speaking to?

Her: Nadia Roodt. I am the PA of Mr Roman Mudukuti.

Me: oh, okay. Is there something wrong?

Her: not at all. Mr Mudukuti would like to invite you over to a game of golf.
Would you be keen?

Me: I can't play. And besides I told him that I am currently on maternity
leave so I can't leave my son alone.

Her: He made provision for that because he doesn't mind providing a

nanny for your son. Mrs Jama Mr Mudukuti is a gentleman. He will treat
you well and the biggest reason why he is inviting you to a game of golf is
because he would like to buy a new car this afternoon so he needs your
opinion.

Me: to be honest I'm not feeling well after we all went out last night.

Her: I will let him know.

Me: alright... Thank you.

Her: Good bye Mrs Jama.

Me: Good bye.

I said before hanging up and then making Kumkani's porridge. I was so

annoyed with this shit so I called Mommy.

Mommy: hey angel face.

Me: une ndoda ngoku awusandi harass'i.

-you have a man now you're no longer harassing me.

She giggled.

Mommy: ufuna ubane ndoda wedwa na?

-you want to have a man alone?

I giggled.

Me: sedikwe yile yam awuy baweli Ben 10?

-I'm so tired of mine don't you want a Ben 10?

Mommy: hehake Hlalumi don't depress me with your marital strife

Kwaksasa.

-early in the morning.

I laughed.

Me: mommy I need to talk to you haibo.

Mommy: hay hay sisi I'm too happy for your drama. Talk to me at 7 pm
about drama.

Me: uzabe buyile njena uJama ngoko andizokwazi ukumhleba.

-Jama will be back by then so I won't be able to gossip about him.

Mommy: Hlalumi mamela... Call me at 7 for drama. As for now... Bye bye.

Me: heh bye bye Mama.

She giggled as she hung up. That call made my day.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I was at Jama Constructions for the day because I needed to catch up on

what has been happening in my absence. I was briefed by my
management so I was in my office with several files which I had to go
through. I heard a knock on my door. I looked up and it was Roman.

Robert: LJ my man.
Me: I'm

Surprised to see you here.

Roman: I just thought I should come and check up on the company that's
going to build my mall.

Me: I see.

He sat down.

Roman: you should thank your wife. I mean this tender is huge. The
biggest you've ever had and that red fox just sealed the deal for you.

I exhaled. My intestines were burning so I clenched my fist to control my

temper.

Me: this company has been what it was before she came along-

Roman: LJ I read what that woman did around here. I mean people have
been saying that she's the one who has shaken this place up... She has
even mentioned that during dinner yesterday. I admire a woman who is a
boss. Ncumo is not bossy she's a boss. I like that. She's like a man in a hot
woman's body.

Me: Roman stop talking about my wife as if we went 50/50 on her dowry.
Otherwise I really won't be responsible for what I do to you.

He smiled.

Roman: I made plans to play golf with her and she accepted. I just want to
teach her more about business. I mean I'm richer than you Luphelo. I have
a bigger house... More cars...a bigger dick-

That's the point when I lost my fucking shit. I faked a giggle which surprised
him a bit before getting up and then grabbing him by his neck and then
squeezing like I did with Bulelani. He cried in my hold as he choked on his
own saliva.
Me: say that shit again!!

I said as I banged the Back of his head against the wall. He cried as he
struggled to say that he's sorry.

Me: I said say that shit again!!!

I yelled as I banged his temple flat against my desk.

Roman: Sorry!!! I'm sorry LJ I'm done I'm done please!!

He begged as I let go by throwing him on the floor head first and then sat
on my table and watched him.

Me: are you gonna talk about my wife again?

Roman: no LJ I'm done.

He cried.

Me: I don't give a fuck about your tender Roman. I don't even give a fuck if
you have more money than me I'm a happy man. You can keep your
fucking tender but make sure you keep Ncumolwethu Jama's name out of
your damn mouth.

He nodded as he said his apologies. The last time I have been undermined
this way was during my come up days and that was over as soon as I
launched my first company which was this one 7 years ago. I have never
been undermined since... Until this afternoon.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was wearing my old, worn out clothes just for comfort and a doek which I
stole from my mother. It's very beautiful and it helped to keep my braids out
of my face. I cooked dinner and I was done by the time Luphelo came
home. I was dusting the furniture when he arrived.

Me: Molo Tiyeka.

He nodded.

Me: binjani imini yakho?

-how was your day?

Luphelo: andifuni uku thetha ngayo.

-I don't want to talk about it.

I nodded.

Me: awulambanga? I cooked your favorite.

-aren't you hungry?

Luphelo: ndizotya ngomso.

-I will eat tomorrow.

He dismissed me.

Me: Kodwa Luphelo I did this for you. No matter how you try to spin this... I
was doing it for you and I wasn't trying to make you look like a joke in front
of other men. I would never do that to you. Mna I just want you to tell me
what to be. If you want me to be me then I will be me but if you want me to
be submissive or be the "normal" stereotypical wife then I can be that too.
For wena Jama. Because this is killing me and you know I don't like beefing
with you it hurts my soul Luphelo. You're my best friend in the whole world
and I just can't... I can't not talk to you that's why I'm being so annoying. I'm
trying to give you space but I can't Jama I can't I know I'm strong maybe
too strong but you're my weakness and I can't stop crying cos I never want
to hurt your feelings cos to me you're my role model in a way I know it's
crazy but you're my role model I think you're the greatest thing since sliced
bread I just love you. Please don't let business fuck us up I don't care about
that shit anymore I was doing this for you. So can we please go over this
step by step?

He exhaled.

Luphelo: no.

I wiped my tears.

Me: Luphelo please-

Luphelo: no because I'm over it Ncumo damn okay. I'm over it so phaka
Kakade bendingazotya ngomso bendizazi minca ebusuku xawu lele.

-dish up I wasn't going to eat tomorrow I was going to eat at night when
you're sleeping.

More tears fell as I giggled.

Me: can I hug you? Please?

Luphelo: ngo half 6.

-at half 6.

There was 45 minutes to go.

Me: uyandi bulala.

-you're killing me.

Luphelo: take it or leave it.

Me: fine.

I agreed as I went to the kitchen and then started warming up his food so
that I could dish up. He took the route from the living room to the dining
room where there is a passage leading back to kitchen so he could hug me
from behind. He wrapped one arm around my neck and another around my
waist.
Luphelo: Hlalumi?

Me: hm?

Luphelo: do you... Maybe... Think Roman is a better man... Than me?

Me: no. Trust me. I know he isn't. I told you I have never taken my eyes off
you since we met. I'm insanely in love with you.

He smiled before wrapping his arms around me tighter and then he kissed
my temple.

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Me: He got a big ego.

Such a huge ego.

But I love his big ego.

It's too much.

He walk like this cos he can back it up.

I sang for my egotistical husband who destroyed my entire performance

with a single stare. He then ate a spoon full of his dinner.

Me: Luphelo?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: I'm still going to be the project manager. I love you but I'm not going to
relinquish my position.

Luphelo: inoba wena wayalwa ngu Cardi B ne baby.

I love it when he's pissed but still calls me baby. That means that through
whatever, he knows who I am to him.

Me: Bunga khange ungayazi.

-you never didn't know.

He scoffed.

Luphelo: project management takes the whole day Hlalumi ndifuna uyazi
ubuya kwam I still want my dinner and I still want sex. I don't care if you're
tired.

-I want you to know when I come back.

Me: I can handle business then come home and be a wife to you. Just like
you know how to take care of business and then still be a husband. I'm not
much different from you Luphelo and I don't understand why I have to
always apologize for being who I am. How would you have felt if
at the time you were building your companies, you constantly had to
apologize to someone for that? How would you have felt if you had to be
cautious? Considerate? It would have been exhausting andithi Jama?

Luphelo: ndi cinga njalo.

-I think so.

He said nonchalantly whilst taking a sip of his juice.

Me: I just want equality Luphelo. Kamnandi there is nothing that I

compromise on. You take me out, I take you out. You buy me things, I buy
you things. You bought a house, I made it a beautiful home that I maintain
by paying utility bills too. You gave me a job at your company, I gave you
profit maximization. And one day Sthandwa sam... I'm gonna buy a car for
you uzobona ndifunga amaCethe edibene.

He inhaled. The emotions were acting up.

Luphelo: Ncumolwethu... You know... That I'm weak on the inside. You
know without you I'm back to living a meaningless, materialistic life. If you
get the things you want to get then you don't need me anymore. I will be of
no use to you kanti on the other hand... I will never stop needing you. So
I'm not angry at you for being who you are... I'm just... Scared Hlalumi. I'm
so scared of waking up one day and you don't want me anymore. I can't...
(sobs silently) I just can't...lose you bruh I love you.

The tears fell from my own eyes so I wrapped my arms around him and
then I put his head on my cleavage: his sanctuary. Then I kissed his
forehead.

Me: Tiyeka asoze ndiku shiye. Ndingayi ntoni Ngaphandle kwakho na

Ngcolosi? Heh wena Tato mntanam? Heh wena... Mr Love of my Life?
Ingwenya ziya kwazi uqhumba nazo kanti?

-I will never leave you. What would I be without you Ngcolosi? Huh you
father of my child? Can crocodiles also get mad?

I teased and he smiled. He's got such a beautiful smile. It's a reflection of
his soul.
Luphelo: ungam xeleli uReid no Lelethu ngale moment siyavana?

-don't tell Reid and Lelethu about this moment, do we hear each other?

I burst out laughing. That was so random.

Me: they won't know baby trust me.

I said as we kissed and then I sat down. He exhaled.

Luphelo: Kodwa Hlalumi... Honestly speaking I needed you there. So I think

going forward... you can come with me to these types of meetings. If the
person whom we are trying to get on board responds better to you then you
should take the lead and I'll let you talk. If the person responds

better to me... Then you keep quiet and I speak. But baby... The shit you
did when you exhaled the smoke out of your nose was sexy.

I smiled shyly.

Me: nyani?

-really.

Luphelo: yeah. Ndiyakdinga fondin Punisher. This is the biggest tender I've
gotten in my entire career and it's all thanks to your knowledge of cars.
Enkosi Ngcoko. I just need to learn how to chill.

-I need you.

I held out my hand for him and he shaked it. A sign of mutual respect for
one another's work ethic, knowledge and most importantly, clout. I think it's
very important for couples to have immense respect for one another
because that is what determines how a man will treat you after the
relationship has ended. I know for a fact that Luphelo will never look down
on or talk trash about me should we separate because he respects me, my
mindset and the way I treat myself. Real recognizes real. Game recognizes
game. Ladies, let's be real. Let's be Game.
.

My husband and I surprisingly didn't have sex last night. We just cuddled
and spoke all night. He went to sleep at 12 am although he is waking up at
8 am just for me and he even told me about what happened in his office
with Roman. Apparently Roman lied to him and told him that I had
accepted his invitation to play golf with him although I had rejected. That
totally pissed me off.

In the morning, Luphelo and Kumkani woke me up by kissing my face.

Luphelo obviously kissed my lips while Kumkani kissed my cheeks. What
an amazing way to wake up.

Me: molweni madoda am.

-hello my men.

Luphelo: molo cherrie yethu.

-hello our girlfriend.

I smiled as I sat up. They made breakfast.

Me: ncoh thank you for the breakfast. Yenziwe ngubani?

-who made it?

He laughed. The question was dumb.

Luphelo: take a guess.

He said as he rolled his eyes.

Me: Kumkani this was all you ne baby?

We both giggled before kissing. I took my son and then went to the en suite
to brush my teeth before returning back to the bed to eat my breakfast. It
was two fried eggs, two shoulder bacons with a beef patty and 3 fish
fingers and avocado slices.

Me: aren't you gonna be late?

He shook his head as he ate his own food.

Luphelo: I'm gonna teach uLelethu today at my office in preparation for her
board exams.

Me: okay that's nice. So you're gonna be at JLS today?

Luphelo: yeah. And then ngo 3 I'm going to go to my clients bail hearing.

Me: do you think he's gonna get bail?

Luphelo: no. But that's okay.

Me: what's your strategy to win this case Jama?

Luphelo: two words Majama: white privilege. Even a first year student can
get a white person off.

But when it's a black person... You need fully qualified lawyers with
masters and PhD's.

I shook my head. This shit isn't fair. We finished eating breakfast then we
all took a bath as a family. Once we were done, I belt over to lotion
uKumkani who excitedly soaked up the attention. I dressed him before my
husband took a pillow and then he put it over uKumkani to prevent him
from seeing what he was gonna do. So he pinned me down on the bed and
then he kissed me. He was horny.

Me: baby I'm ovulating kalok.

Luphelo: I told you to get on birth control Kodwa Hlalumi.

Me: I forgot.
Luphelo: baby ndakcela. I'm horny.

Me: okay ke... Yhu ufuna yonkinto.

-you want everything.

I said as I opened my legs for him. He fucked me missionary style and I

moaned so much that Kumkani started crying so we had to stop since we
didn't want to intimidate our baby. That's

how cautious we are when it comes to Kumkani. We don't want to expose

him to things that will hurt his tiny little feelings. He may be a baby but
that's an entire little person to us so we take him really seriously.

I went back to sleep with my baby before Sihle called me. I answered her
phone.

Me: hm?

Sihle: I miss you.

Me: ufuna Malini?

-how much do you want?

She laughed.

Sihle: chomi uMadlamini canceled my allowance la bitch.

I giggled.

Me: what did you expect she's no longer with your Dad?
Sihle: Haska oksalayo it's not final.

Me: so where do I fit in?

Sihle: chomi I need you to speak to uBulelani and tell him I need money for
Zana's medication.

Une flu.

-she has flu.

Me: hay hay I don't want to make a habit of being involved in your issues
kalok mntase.

Sihle: please Manci.

She sulked. I rolled my eyes.

Me: ha.a Hlehle I can just buy the medicine for you mna I don't mind.

Sihle: please chomi yhu. Are you gonna fetch me?

Me: yeah sure mntase.

Sihle: now ke.

Me: okay.

I hung up, got dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and red heels. I did

My make up, tied my braids and then I drove to Luphelo's home where I
knocked on the door and Sihle opened up. She came out with uZana whilst
wearing a beautiful green maxi dress. She looked amazing.

Sihle: hey Maka King.

Me: hi Maka Princess.

We kissed. Ma asked me to leave uKumkani behind so I did as she asked
before Sihle and I left.

Sihle: andise dhinwe ngu Bulelani nalentba ingathi akayazi ukba umntana
useno ghula.

-I'm so tired of Bulelani and it being like he doesn't know that the child can
get sick.

Me: umphonele?

-did you call him?

Sihle: ewe Hlalumi I did and he asked me ughula njani uZana and I was
like wow.

She clapped her hands. She was upset.

Me: mntase I got you like you got me when I needed you. Uzoba right
uBhabha. Doesn't she need to see a doctor?

She shook her head.

Sihle: ayikabi serious Lumi but I will tell you if it gets worse. I'm just glad to
have you back mntase.

Me: I'm glad to have you back nam babes. By the way... I'm gonna be a
project manager for a new mall that's gonna be built by JC.

Sihle: uyazelaphi project management wena?

-how do you know project management?

I burst out laughing. She's so right.

Me: kalok Sihle I'm gonna learn.

Sihle: no mntase just go to the internet and type "Coursera". It's a site
wethu where the courses are accredited so you just need data or wifi and
then you can study for free basically. So I'm sure they have i project
management there.

Me: I will definitely check that out mntase. Enkosi.

Sihle: sure.

She said before Zana started crying again. I was really surprised to know
that there are so many opportunities for us to study nowadays but they are
just unheard of. I was just excited to go home and to start studying for this
because I really didn't wanna fuck up.

I got the medication for Zana and then I went to the hospital to be put on
birth control. I wanted the needle because I really won't be able to cope
with eating pills everyday at the same time. ✋ So Sihle asked me to take
her to Bulelani's place. They had moved out of the flat after they broke up
so Bulelani was now living with Ovayo in his back room which is big
enough to support two men. I could imagine them having a blast in that
room so Sihle and I walked out of my car and then went to knock on
Ovayo's door.

Ovayo opened up.

Ovayo: eh molweni ladies.

Me: awuse nervous. Uphi u Mnge wakho?

-you're so nervous. Where is your friend?

Ovayo: kubuza bani?

-who is asking?
Sihle: rha awusazi ngoku?! Ptsek khasuke.

-you don't know us now? Piss off just move.

She said as we walked past him into the flat and there Bulelani was, in bed
with a bitch and there was another one on Ovayo's bed.

Sihle: oh wenza kanje? Umntana uyagula and you're busy fucking?

-you're doing like this? The child is sick..

Bulelani: Sihle ndithe ndizakunika ngomso imali wathi wena it's fine.

-I said I'm gonna give you the money tomorrow and you said..

Sihle: ewe but couldn't you at least come and see umntanakho ke Bulelani
instead of fucking random bitches?

Her: ngubani bitch ngoku wena? Ufuna ndiku qhekeze?

-who is a bitch now? Do you want me to split you in half?

Me: Sihle ingathi ngewu qinisa uGeorge bangazo phendula ababantu aba
ngoba ingathi ziyaqhela ezintwezi ngoku.

-I suggest you strengthen your English so that these people won't reply
because it seems like these things are being disrespectful now.

Sihle: my dearest, most favorable acquaintance who ranks first in the

hierarchy of acquaintances, should I commence to utilize robust English I'm
afraid that even the human being whom my intentions is to communicate
with will be unable to comprehend me.

Me: shot.

Sihle: otherwise Bulelani-

Her: nifane na khumsha oksalayo akhomntu uzazondi biza i bitch ndim

yeke mna. Worse engandazi.
-you could speak English if you want but no one is gonna call me a bitch
and I leave her.

Especially when she doesn't know me.

Me: buzocinga ntoni wena ngomntu olele no myeni wakho?

-what would you think about someone who slept with your husband?

Her: angandi buzi nje?

-why doesn't she asked me?

Me: abuze ntoni ulapha?

-and ask what when you're here?

I was so pissed. She scoffed.

Her: makangandi qheli kaka qha.

-she must not disrespect me.

Sihle: yazi Yinton babes... Awzazi nawe lento uyilwelayo shame and mna
ne chomam asolwa nawe uzomosha i nails zethu. So you can keep him.
Kakade mna bendizele imali yomntana not because I need it but because I
want it kalok andizi mithisanga. Wena Bulelani I'm done. We're not
Separated. We're done. Sapha i card Bulelani.

-you know what? You don't even know what you're fighting for and my
friend and I aren't going to fight with you we're gonna ruin our nails. I came
here for the child's money... I didn't make myself pregnant... Give the card.

He exhaled as he gave away his card to Sihle. He had water in his eyes.
Sihle took his card and then instructed me that we should leave. She didn't
fight for him. She looked so mature. So
graceful. I was proud. And as for his bitch? She looked so stupid and I'm
sure she felt stupid. Sihle changed and I was here for her metamorphosis
from being a woman to being a Queen.

Insert 129: Sabrina Luca Nongogo

°° Sihle's perspective °°

I asked Hlalumi if we could go to Tanci's office to talk to him about firing

uBulelani. I wasn't trying to be malicious or anything but my issue with him
working for my Uncle is that he was given the job so that he could be able
to provide for uZana and I. But he's not doing that anymore. So why should
he continue to have the luxury of earning 12k if he's gonna spend it on
Ovayo and bitches? Nah.

So Hlalumi drove to JLS where uTanci was in his office writing on his
drawing board with his free hand in his pocket. Hlalumi balled her fist when
she saw the view of her man's behind. I nudged her shoulder and she
giggled silently. He inhaled. He can smell her.
Luphelo: Nzwakazi?

Hlalumi: hey.

He closed his permanent marker and then faced us.

Me: Molo Tanci.

He greeted me with a hug and then took uZana.

Luphelo: nizothini apha?

-what are you here to do?

Hlalumi: Sihle would be delighted to engage in a truly intricate and grave

discourse with you.

Me: the accuracy of that statement is impeccable dear Uncle.

Luphelo: jongani mna ndisaya e Court ke andizo gqhiba i English yam kuni
mna.

-look I'm still going to Court so I'm not going to finish my English on you.

We laughed.

Hlalumi: our apologies are preponderously genuine.

He scoffed.

Luphelo: honestly speaking I am just disinclined to wield bombastic words

with you ladies for I know I shall be queried to corroborate due to fact that
you both shall be discombobulated.

Hlalumi: xolo Finisher kalok mntase.

Luphelo: singama Xhosa Mos ngoku. Siyavumelana?

-we are Xhosa people now right? Do we all agree?

We nodded by giggling. What were we thinking Kodwa? Playing this game
with Advocate Jama is like playing Russian Roulette with a sniper. He sat
down next to me since Hlalumi was sitting on his chair.

Me: Tanci ndicela ugxothe uBulelani. Lamntu uyandi dika shame cos now I
have to run after yena with imali for uZana when he got this job because of
me.

-please fire Bulelani. That person is annoying me.

Luphelo: andizokwazi ukum gxotha kalok ngoku funeka yena azi resignele.
Or that will be an unfair dismissal. I don't want to commit a ULP at this
point.

-I can't fire him he has to resign.

I exhaled.

Hlalumi: kalok baby force him to resign by being a bitch to him.

Then it becomes a constructive dismissal.

Luphelo: hay ndikwazelaphi ubay bitch mna? Hay Sihle I understand you're
upset but at this point... Let him continue working. Next year wena you're
graduating and then you're gonna pass your board exams and then you
work. Wayeke amadoda ngoku let them be the last thing on your mind and
just focus on building a name for yourself. Ndam xelela no Hlalumi ndathi
the best revenge for a man who cheated on you is success not fucking his
friend or uTatakhe or whoever uzoshiyeka ungena niks but regret and naye
he's gonna cry once and then look at you

like uyi thot forever. But if you do this, he'll never stop crying namajita akhe
amhleke qho ukba hay jonga he made a dumb move leaving you.

Me: that's true.

Luphelo: yeah. Qina Jamakazi, Mamqocwa. You'll be okay.

Me: enkosi Tanci.

He extended an arm so we hugged and this reminded me of how he used

to comfort me when we still thought we were father and daughter. Having a
young dad was good when it lasted.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

After leaving my husband's office, I drove to New Brighton with Sihle to

drop her off and to fetch uKumkani. So I parked outside the gate and then I
walked into the house which Sihle opened. Senior was not at home so only
uMa was at home. The house was quiet but her car was in the yard hence
we knew she's inside. We opened her bedroom and we found Ma on the
bed drinking Bernini Blush Sparkling Grape Frizzante. Sihle and I stood
there, mouth hung open.

Sihle: hay Mama!

She laughed when she saw us so she accidentally spat her alcohol out.

Ma: hay Sihle subane drama please.

-don't be dramatic.

She said as she wiped her chin.

Me: heh Ma kanti njema ubusy nam nokusela kwam uyazi minca wena.

-so you're busy with me and my drinking but you're hiding yourself.

She laughed.

Ma: ndimdala mna wethu. ✋ Ndicela ningandi xeli kwabantwana bam

torho.
-I'm grown. Please don't report me to my children.

She begged as we sat down on the bed next to her. I lay down on Senior's
side of the bed and then cuddled up next to her. She pulled me closer to
her.

Me: subana worry asizoba xelela. Khand selise ke.

-don't worry we won't tell them. Let me drink some though.

Ma: hay andifuni Hlalumi. ✋ Why ufuna yonkinto yam? Bingu nyana wam
kuqhala ngoku butywala bam.

-no I don't want to Hlalumi. Why do you want everything of mine? It was my
son first now its my alcohol.

I laughed.

Me: ndakcela Ma enye into zimnandi into zakho.

-please.. Another thing is your things are nice.

She giggled as she gave me my own can and also offered one to Sihle so
we sat cross legged on the bed whilst drinking with her. It was such a
chilled vibe. Ma is 56 meaning she had u Luyanda when she was 16.
During her time I suppose it was a big deal and besides she and her "baby
daddy" made it last. The best part about the aftermath of this is the fact that
I have in laws that are young enough to maintain a balance between being
linient and strict at the same time.

Ma: Hlalumi uzam fumanela nini uKumkani i nanny?

-when are you gonna get a nanny for Kumkani?

Me: do you have someone in mind?

Ma: ewe ukhona uMarhadebe. Kudala wabay nanny and una 53 so akazo
fishana no Myeni wakho.
-Marhadebe is available. She's been a nanny for a long time and she's 53
so she won't seduce your husband.

I laughed.

Me: Yazi wonke umntu uthetha lonto kum.

-you know everyone says that to me.

Ma: siyakwazi awudlali ngo myeni wakho kalok wena. And naye akadlali
ngawe. Ndini thandela lonto Nina.

-we all know you don't play with your husband. And he also doesn't play
with you. That's why I love you guys.

Me: true but I would like to meet uMarhadebe if that's fine with you.

Ma: okay mandi tshintshe uhlala kwalapha.

-let me change she lives here.

She said as she got up and dressed in more appropriate clothes. We then
left uSihle with the babies as we took a walk to Marhadebe's house. Ma
was literally greeting everyone on the street because she wanted everyone
to see who she was with and she kept introducing me to everyone. This
was my favorite conversation.

Ma: hello Mamu Xaluva.

Her: hi Mamu Jama. Unjani?

Ma: hay wethu ndi right oko ndi fikelwe ngu Molokazana wam omncinci.

-I'm okay since my youngest daughter in law came to visit me.

Her: oh lona ka Pabbles?

Ma: ewe nguye lona une Benz.

-yes it's her the one with the Benz.

Her: yhu inoba uyayitya imali yakhe.

-she probably spends his money.

She giggled and I fake smiled. Elderly people and their dry jokes.

Ma: tu kanti Mamu Xaluva kalok uHlalumi ufundile bese NMMU uneyiphi
degree kanene mntanam? Xelela uMamu Xaluva unga jongi mna.

-not at all Mamu Xaluva because Hlalumi is educated she was at NMMU.
Which degree do you have again my child? Tell Mrs Xaluva don't look at
me.

Me: BSc in Construction Economics with Business Management, Quantity

Surveying and Financial Planning as majors Ma.

Ma: yabonake benditheni?! Yilento ifunekayo.

-you see what did I say? That's what is wanted.

I giggled internally. I couldn't believe uMa was speaking so highly of me. It

was quite cute. And she was being so loud such that other ladies passing
in the street would turn back to look at what was happening but uMa didn't
care while I had to keep my head down. After she spoke to that woman, we
went to Marhadebe's house. I liked her and if Ma recommends her then
she was hired.

I spent 2 hours with uMa no Sihle and then I drove back home. I needed to
make my husband's dinner so I cooked while uKumkani was strapped on
my back. Lelethu called me.
Me: hey.

Lelethu: hey unjani?

Me: I'm good thanks and you?

Lelethu: I'm okay. I saw i status sika Sihle on WhatsApp and I'm not happy
about what's going on so don't you

Think we should take her out ave kamnandi?

-so she can feel good?

Me: tonight?

Lelethu: yes. We could not wear our rings and just turn up.

I exhaled.

Me: mntase I kinda wanna be in doors and spend time with my husband
and my son. Besides I have to catch up on this online project management
course so that by the time construction starts I can be ready.

Lelethu: okay. Ndicela uhamba naye keh mnake? She's your bestie I know
but I also know how it sucks to be going through a heartbreak all alone. I
don't wanna put someone else through lonto leyo. She's going through
problems with the baby daddy although she's a new mom it's a lot Hlalumi.
She needs us.

-can I go with her?

Me: okay fine I will tag along. Tell her about the plans..

Lelethu: I will open a group chat to enlighten wonke umntu.

Me: moja.

She hung up so I continued cooking whilst confirming the plans with them.
My husband came home and hit the Thuso Phala to express his happiness
to be here. I smiled.
Me: Molo Mqocwa.

Luphelo: hey Mamcethe.

He kissed me and then he kissed his son.

Me: baby ndiya phuma ke namhlanje.

-I'm going out today.

Luphelo: it's Thursday Hlalumi.

Me: so? We're doing this for uSihle.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: Hlalumi come on baby. You can do this ngomso.

Me: ngomso kalok I'm gonna be all yours. Please Tiyeka I wanna have fun
mntuwam.

I said as I kissed him.

Luphelo: fine hamba ke.

-go then.

Me: thanks Mr Jama.

I said as I caressed his chin and then kissed it. He took his son and then he
eagerly waited for me to dish up for him because he was really hungry.
After he ate, I made his dessert and then I put the dishes in the
dishwasher. I then fed uKumkani his milk and some baby porridge before
going to put him to bed. Then my husband and I took a shower together, I
got dressed and then I walked out after doing all that was expected of me
and I was proud of myself. I could never leave them without giving them a
piece of my love.

.
.

I went out to fetch uSihle so we arrived at The Xplicit club. I have never
been here before but Lelethu assured me that this club is really wild and is
no holds barred. But that's exactly what she and I needed so all three of us
ladies walked into the club just when Cardi B's Bartier Cardi was in its final
verse.

"Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)

Fuck up a check in Givenchy (cash)

Boss out the coupe and them inches

I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute

Who you know drip like this?

Who you know built like this?

I'm poppin' shit like a dude

Pull up to pop at your crew

Brrrrrrrat, poppin' at you, woo

They say you basic

I flooded the Rollie with diamonds

I flooded the Patek and bracelet

I got your bitch and she naked

Ice on the cake, when I bake it

I'm switchin' lanes in the Range

Swap out the dick for the brain

Swap out your bitch for your main

Swap out the trap for the fame

Ice on them Carti B Cartier frames".

We walked in and momentarily stopped the club. We looked so hot. I was

dressed in exactly the same outfit I wore to the YBA's, Lelethu was wearing
a black long sleeved black dress with black red bottoms and Sihle was
wearing a long black maxi dress with sock boots. We all had cateye
sunglasses on and gold watches. We looked amazing.

We found a table and then ordered our food and our drinks while talking
about everything while having our drinks. Another round of drinks came
that we didn't order.

Me: we didn't order these drinks.

Waiter: they are from the men from that table.

Lelethu: okay thank you-

Me: ha.a Lelethu we don't know what's in these drinks. Please tell them
we're grateful, okay. But no thanks.

The waiter agreed and then took the drinks back. Ladies, I know it's very
easy to be tempted into accepting drinks from strangers because we would
like to spare our money but it's not worth it. They could spike your drink
with date rape drugs and ruin your life over a couple of rands.

We continued speaking until the three men from the table came to us.

Simphiwe: molweni ladies. We were sitting over there and we noticed ukba
you could use some company.

Sihle: hehake CEO.

We laughed and so did they. Lelethu moved closer to me so they all came
to sit with us and introduced themselves. We did the same as uSimphiwe's
eyes were fixed on me. He's quite handsome. A little bit too handsome.

Simphiwe: ndicela ukwazi lona unxibe mnyama mna.

-can I please know the one that's dressed in black.

Lelethu: sonke sinxibe mnyama Joe.

-we're all dressed in black.

Everyone giggled. He smiled.

Mandlakhe: he didn't notice you girls kalok nantso inxaki.

-that's the problem.

Simphiwe: nyani mfethu. Sisi?

-really bruh. Sis?

He was speaking to me. I looked at him.

Simphiwe: awusemhle. Ungumni?

-you're so beautiful. What's your clan name?

Me: ndingu Mamce-... Ndingu Majama.

Simphiwe: Majama... Mna ke ndingu Gcina. uHelushe. uXhamela.

Me: Oh.

Simphiwe: yazi Intliziyo yam ibibu hlungu kuze bendiku bona ujikisa idrinks
ebendizi thenge nge ntliziyo entle kuba ndi zama uku fumana indlela yoku
thetha nawe.
-you know my heart was painful when I saw you returning drinks that I
bought with a clear heart because I was trying to get a chance to speak to
you.

Me: oh... Sorry.

Simphiwe: it's okay Amour. Ndicela i phone number yakho?

-can I please have your phone number?

Me: No... I can't. I have a-

Simphiwe: If you have a child it's okay. I really respect women who have
children so I would make an amazing father to your child. It would be a
bonus if ufana nawe.

-it looks like you.

He smiled.

Me: no I'm... I'm married. Ndi naye no mntana so yeah.

-I also have a child.

Simphiwe: ngoku Iphi i ring?

-where's the ring?

Me: ndiyshiyile.

-I left it.

He giggled.

Simphiwe: baby mamela you're not wearing a ring, you're out on a

Thursday night... And you expect me to believe utshatile? What kind of a
husband would allow that? If you were my wife I would keep you on a leash
mna ngoba umhle sisi yho. I wouldn't want anyone to see you and you
Definitely aren't stepping out of the house without wearing my ring.
Sihle: Awsa charm'i thixo wam.

-you're so charming my lord.

They all laughed and as much as I wanted to laugh I couldn't. I had to

leave. So I took my bag. It was slightly opened but I was gonna close it in
the car.

Me: I'm leaving ngoku so good night to all of you. I have to go.

Simphiwe: suhamba Ncumo. Please.

-don't leave.

Me: I'm sorry Simphiwe. Lele please take uSihle home.

She nodded so I said goodbye to my girls and uSimphiwe followed me to

the car.

Simphiwe: Ncumo? Wait...

Me: Yintoni Simphiwe?

-what?

Simphiwe: utshatile nyani?

-are you really married?

Me: yes. And ndi yamthanda nyani.

-And I really love him.

He exhaled.

Simphiwe: I respect that. Xelele umjita ndiya salute'a.

-tell the dude I salute.

Me: sure.
Simphiwe: it was nice seeing you.

Me: likewise.

He opened his arms for a hug which I gave to him.

Simphiwe: good night Majama.

Me: good night.

He nodded and I climbed into my car and then drove home. When I arrived
home, Luphelo was in bed with Kumkani cuddling with his baby boy. They
looked so adorable and so identical so I washed my make up off, wore my
ring and then wore my pyjama. I went to bed behind them and then cuddled
behind uLuphelo and then kissed his back.

Luphelo: ubuyile babe?

-you're back?

He asked in a sleepy voice.

Me: ewe babe.

Luphelo: okay.

He closed his eyes and then he fell asleep while I stared into the dark.

Insert 130: Sphelele Mdolomba

.

I barely caught a wink of sleep last night. The events that occurred last
night kept replaying in my head like a movie starring Simphiwe and I. I like
him. Honestly speaking I do and I didn’t understand what was happening.
I’m not used to this shit. I’m not used to having feelings for anyone else
besides my husband. I’m not used to thinking about anyone else besides
uJama… But here I was replaying the conversation we had right before we
hugged. I felt goosebumps on my skin. His cologne smelt so good. It was
different. I’m sure it doesn’t even cost half the price of Luphelo’s colognes
but the man smells so good. His arms are tangible. His skin was so soft
and his hair… The texture was perfect. I noticed all of those things and I
wished I hadn’t. I wished I could erase his smile from my memory box. I
wished I could erase his scent from my nostrils. His touch from my skin. I
wished I could erase his entire existence because I was tempted to see him
again. I was tempted to hold him again. I was just tempted to kiss him. This
was beyond frustrating and I made a vow to never leave this house again.

I sat upright when I heard uKumkani crying. I took him and then went
downstairs to make his formula. I was drinking again so I had to detox
myself before breast feeding again which meant uLuphelo was gonna have
to suck my titties dry because I don’t feel like using breast pumps. I fed my
baby his bottle with my back facing the entrance of the kitchen and I cried. I
cried because I hated this feeling. I don’t want to be attracted to another
man besides the one I love. I’m not used to this feeling and I felt like I was
disrespecting uLuphelo by carrying feelings for another man inside a body
that he paid for.

My husband came downstairs in his underwear so I wiped my tears.

Luphelo: ngubani okhubekise umkam ngoku?

-who upset my wife now?

He asked in the most soothing tone in the world. I sniffed.

Me: hey Jama.

He took Kumkani and then he fed him to take the load off me.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam utheni?

Me: I think the birth control is just playing games with me.

He smiled a bit.

Luphelo: are you sure?

I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: andina meetings zibalulekileyo namhlanje so I could stay at home

with you.

-I don’t have important meetings today.

Me: no baby it’s okay. I’m gonna study nam for I project management and
then go to bed.

Luphelo: okay. Did you have fun Izolo?

Me: yeah… Thank you for letting me go sthandwa sam. It was fun. uSihle
enjoyed it and appreciated the fact that we didn’t wear rings just to make
her feel better about her Separation.

He nodded.

Me: and how were you and uKumkani?

Luphelo: you put him down before you left so oko elele.

-he’s been sleeping all along.

Me: okay.

I nodded. My husband kissed my forehead again and then he went to eat

his leftover dinner from yesterday for breakfast before going back upstairs
whilst burping uKumkani. I made a quick sandwich and then I went back
upstairs to sleep while Luphelo took a bath and got ready for work. He
kissed me goodbye and then he left me with uKumkani.

I slept for about 2 hours straight before uLelethu called me. I picked up.

Me: yeah?

Lelethu: I wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?

Me: I’m fine.

Lelethu: uyi party pooper.

I giggled.

Me: ndimkiswe ngu Simphiwe bruh. I did say I don’t want those guys near
us.

-Simphiwe made me leave.

Lelethu: I’m sorry about that. If I had known he was gonna do that I
wouldn’t have allowed them to join us.

Me: it’s okay.

She exhaled.

Lelethu: Hlalumi uyam funa uSimphiwe?

-do you want Simphiwe?

Me: yeah and that’s why I left Lelethu. But Mos I won’t see him again so it’s
not a big deal.

Lelethu: what happens if you do?

Me: if I do then I will have to Honour the vows I made to my husband

ayikho enye indlela Lelethu.

-there is no other way.

Lelethu: of course. Text me if you ever feel like meeting him ndizok nqanda
nge gwijo.

-so I can stop you with an African hymn.

I burst out laughing. She’s so crazy.

Me: there’s no need babes.

Lelethu: jonga Hlalumi in 8 years of marriage… I have lusted over men

almost everyday. But I only slept with one man during my entire marriage
and it was during a separation I thought Reid and I weren’t gonna recover
from. People who aren’t married tend to think that once you’re married, a
part of your brain shuts down and prevents you from having feelings or
being attracted kanti that’s bullshit. Marriage is more of a strength and
endurance test than an IQ test. It tests how you’re able to deal with issues
practically and not theoretically so Majama don’t beat yourself up okay? We
know you love uPhelo Jama and naye he’s blessed to have a wife who
leaves when she can see she’s being tempted.

I wiped my tears.

Me: yeah I hear you.

Lelethu: okay baby. I love you. Ungabi weak.

-don’t be weak.
I giggled.

Me: I love you too and I won’t be weak.

Lelethu: moja.

She said before hanging up so I got up and then I went to take a shower.
Lethu’s call gave me the strength to. I also went into the steam room just to
think a bit and to unblock my pores.

I took my laptop and then registered myself on Coursera for project

management and then got started whilst using my breast pump. I received
a call on my phone from an unsaved number. I picked up.

Me: hello?

Simphiwe: Molo Amour.

I exhaled.

Me: Simphiwe ndiku xelele ndi tshatile nje. Why did you take my number?

-I told you that I’m married.

Simphiwe: bendi funa ukwazi ukuba ufike grand na Ncumo. I’m sorry.

-I wanted to know if you arrived well.

Me: yes I did. Bye bye ke ngoku.

Simphiwe: awunamdla woyazi how I got your number?

-aren’t you interested to know..

Me: no.

Simphiwe: I bribed one of your Herbalife customers by buying airtime for

her in exchange for your number.

A giggle betrayed me by escaping my mouth.

Me: that’s a dumb investment.

Simphiwe: I don’t want much from you Ncumo I just wanted to know if you
arrived home safely that’s all.

Me: okay.

Simphiwe: so… Do you have a job?

Me: yes I’m just on maternity leave ngoku.

Simphiwe: wait buke wamitha kulonyaka? Maternity leave is like 4 months

after you give birth Mos.

-you have fallen pregnant this year?

Me: yes. I was pregnant this year.

Simphiwe: Yinton ngathi ulungiselela uCoachella nawe njengo Beyoncé?

-why is it like you’re preparing for Coachella as well like Beyoncé?

I laughed.

Me: haska I gained weight and I wanted to lose the weight qha my husband
hasn’t pressured me about losing my weight so nam I’m just chilling.

Simphiwe: uyabona umjita ukba u sick uMamo mntana uzak fakela I

pressure njani when you’re already a diamond?

Me: maybe. Or he’s a good man. Because I’m very different from what he
was used to seeing.
Simphiwe: I see. Are you happily married? I saw your pictures ku Instagram
and you look happy but are you really happy?

Me: if I wasn’t happy Simphiwe I would have stayed Izolo ndaku mamela.
But I left so that should tell you something.

Simphiwe: awumphemduli umbuzo wam Kodwa Ncumo.

-you aren’t answering my question though.

Me: ndi happy Simphiwe. Please don’t call me again bruh. I mean it. My
husband is sensitive but very dangerous when provoked so I don’t want us
to get both sides of his coin. Because he’s gonna kill me with his emotions
and ke wena you’re gonna take a walk through hell. A very slow, painful
one.

He laughed.

Simphiwe: uyakhaba dahn?

-does he kick ass?

Me: yeah.

He giggled.

Simphiwe: can I at least dm you?

Me: appropriate things only.

Simphiwe: is “come over” appropriate?

Me: tu.

I bit my lip.

Simphiwe: is “can we meet up at the Boardwalk” appropriate?

Me: I suppose.
Simphiwe: okay.

Me: bye bye.

Simphiwe: bye Ncumo.

I hung up and then logged onto Instagram. After about 3 minutes, he dm’d
me.

Given_to_us: can we meet up at the Boardwalk?

Mrshlalumi_jama: nope.

Given_to_us:

Was his reply but I didn’t respond.

My man called me during the day to check up on me and that’s around

about the time when MaRhadebe came to the house to start working so
she and I cleaned the house together and we discussed payment. She said
R3000 per month will be okay including looking after uKumkani but I still
preferred to look after him myself in the meantime whilst I’m still getting
used to her. So yena she left at past 4 as I prepared a huge dinner for
uLuphelo that we were gonna eat on our balcony and it was gonna be
candle lit. I ordered roses, set the table so when he came home, I was
already waiting for him.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: hey.

He wrapped his arms around me and then he hugged me. I kissed his
forehead and his lips before breaking out of his hug.
Me: ndifuna ukubonisa into Jama.

-I want to show you something.

Luphelo: okay.

I took his hand so we walked up to our bedroom and then I took him to the
balcony and he smiled when he saw the table.

Luphelo: ayisentle baby. Enkosi.

-Its so beautiful. Thank you.

He exclaimed before he pulled me closer to him and then he kissed me. I

knew he would be appreciative but I didn’t expect this sort of happiness
from him. I had already dished up our food and covered them with metal
lids to keep our food warm so I told him it’s all a pleasure before we sat
down to eat our dinner.

Me: so how was your day?

Luphelo: it was okay thanks and yours?

Me: it was fine. Ufikile u Marhadebe ke. She’s quite okay. And I managed
to study namhlanje for my new post.

Luphelo: I’m glad you didn’t undermine this position and decided to start
reading up about it.

I’m proud of you.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

Me: thank you boyfriend.

He giggled.

Luphelo: how much are we gonna pay uMarhadebe?

Me: 3k monthly.

Luphelo: Is that fair? I used to pay uMacy R7000.

Me: yhu hay LJ yhu ha.a. Anyway I’m gonna pay uMarhadebe ngokwam
seeing that she’s helping my duties as a wife so I feel she’s my
responsibility.

Luphelo: if nivumelene nivumelene ke Majama.

-if ya’ll agreed then ya’ll agreed.

Me: ewe mntuwam.

We continued talking, laughing and just having an amazing candle lit dinner
to help me push uSimphiwe further back into my subconscious. Hopefully
once his memory is trapped there, my mind would eventually release him
and make him non existent.

Luphelo: nyeke zam zi dry baby ndiyabuya vah? Sendiyo Chama oko ndizi
bambile.

-my lips are dry baby I’m coming back. I’m going to urinate I’ve been
holding myself all along.

Me: okay.

He got up and then he went back to the bedroom whilst I admired the view
of Lovemore Heights at night. It’s truly beautiful. I snapped out of my
admiration for my own neighborhood and then I returned to the bedroom
where my man was looking through my purse whilst seated on my side of
the bed.

Me: what are you looking for?

I asked whilst sitting down next to him and then kissing his lips.

Luphelo: la DCT yakho.

Me: let me see.

He gave the purse to me so I found it immediately. It was right next to a

ring that I have never seen which had a tag with something that looked like
a phone number. Fucking Simphiwe!! But thank uQamata bawo that uJama
never saw this shit otherwise he would burn the world to ashes if he saw
this shit.

Luphelo: uGrand baby?

Me: yeah I’m fine. I’m just trying to think how much I spent Izolo on alcohol.

Luphelo: okay. Don’t worry about lonto wethu baby. I kinda feel bad for
giving you so many responsibilities at the age of 22. You were supposed to
be living your best life ngoku doing shit for the sake of it and waking up
uxelelwe wenze ntoni Izolo when you were drunk.

Me: that could never be me. And besides you let me live my life so thank
you for that. I don’t think I would enjoy being controlled in a marriage and
being told what to do or what not to do. But I think it’s time I stayed indoors
ngoku and just study all day.

Luphelo: what happened izolo Majama? This doesn’t sound like you.

Me: nothing happened Tiyeka-

Luphelo: but Hlalumi you-

Me: I don’t wanna talk anymore mntuwam. Can we just have sex? Please.

He exhaled and then bit his bottom lip. He was concerned about me.

Luphelo: okay.. Fine.

He said as I leaned in for a kiss.

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Insert 131: Ceeyarsanga Magula

We had 2 rounds of sex and then relaxed in each other's arms whilst
breathing heavily to try to let the orgasms subside. I don't think there is
ever a man on this planet that could fuck me the way uLuphelo does. This
man loves me like a husband and fucks me like a boyfriend. That's one of
the keys to longevity in a relationship. As shallow as it might sound, it's
true. Sex is very important.

His phone rang so he reached out to get it and then he answered it on

loudspeaker.

Luphelo: hm?

Chumani: Finisher khaze eImpala.

-come to the Impala.

He looked at the time.

Luphelo: kwenzeka ntoni dahn?

-what's going on?

Chumani: sihleli apha namadoda.

-the men and I are just chilling.

Luphelo: okay nzothetha ne Nkosikazi ke.

-I'm gonna talk to the wife.

Chumani: Sharp Finisher.

Luphelo: moja bawo.

He hung up and then he kissed my cheek.

Luphelo: baby?

Me: hm?

I sulked.

Luphelo: ndicela uhamba?

-can I please leave.

I fake cried on his chest saying "please don't leave me" while he giggled
adorably. I kissed his face before hugging him.

Me: "be loyal and be safe".

Luphelo: always. Ndiyakthanda Majama.

-I love you.

Me: nam ndiyakthanda Jama.

-I also love you.

We kissed before my husband got up and then he went to freshen up. He

then got dressed in a black Versace shirt with tight fitted black pants with
black men's Gucci flip flops. He has got cute toes so whenever he wears
flip flops I become impressed.

Me: haike Jama. Myeni kabani?

-whose husband?

I asked as he sprayed his cologne on.

Luphelo: Myeni ka Maka Kumkani.

Me: moja.

Luphelo: shot.

He said before smiling. He then hugged me and kissed me for the last time
before kissing his son goodbye and then he left.

I sat upright on the bed and then took my cellphone. I was really upset
about the ring uSimphiwe slipped in my bag so I took it out and then I read
the tag. It was really his phone number so I took the ring and then literally
flushed it down the toilet. I don't care if it might have been expensive. At
this point I'm just concerned about saving my marriage so I called him to
give him a peace of my mind. He needed to get it through his damn brain
that I'm not gonna give in. So the phone rang and then someone answered.

Sihle: Hel-

Me: What the fuck is wrong with you Simphiwe? Huh!! What were you
trying to do by slipping a ring with your number tagged on it in my purse?!
Are you trying to destroy my marriage?

She swallowed hard.

Sihle: Hlalumi?

I froze. Me: Sihle?

My mouth hung open.

Sihle: yeah...uthi wenze ntoni lona? -what are you saying this one did? I
exhaled.

Me: why are you answering his phone?

Sihle: he asked me to come over.

Me: ngeli xesha Sihle? -at this time?

Sihle: I'm single Hlalumi I can do anything. Wena why are you calling other
men at this time but you're married?

Me: He tried to ruin my marriage so I called to tell him to leave me the fuck
alone.

Sihle: ndizam xelela.

-I'm gonna tell him.

Me: Sihle niyadyola no Simphiwe?

-are ya'll dating?

Sihle: no we're just hanging out. Why?

Me: how can you hang out with someone who wanted me just yesterday?

Sihle: unomona Ncumo?

-are you jealous?

Me: no! Fuck no I'm not jealous I'm just questioning your decision because
it's gonna make things awkward. It's not smart.
Sihle: Hlalumi you dated my father. Look how that turned out for you
although it wasn't smart in the beginning. I'm not trying to get revenge but
uSimphiwe is hot and he's available. So I don't see what the problem is
here.

Me: moja Sihle.

Sihle: good night Hlalumi.

Me: good night.

I hung up and then shook my head. This was crazy. I switched the light off
and then went back to sleep.

The next morning was Luphelo's birthday so I woke my husband up with

several kisses.

Me: happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthay dear Finisher.

Happy birthday to you.

I sang for my husband who smiled.

Luphelo: enkosi Lumi.

We kissed and then I hugged him.

Me: baby I just wanna let you know that I really love you. I hope God gives
you forever and a day in life because that's how long I need you. I hope
your ancestors protect you... Babezi body guard bahlanganise ne
restraining orders between you and izinto ezimdaka. I appreciate your
maturity as a man. Your ability to do what needs to be done without having
to be told twice and how committed you are to making this family work.
Thank you for being responsible enough for me to be able to leave you with
our baby when I want to have fun. There's not a lot of men who possess
the nurturing side that you have and I'm truly blessed to have a man like
you. Mqocwa Uyayazi I love you unconditionally and I'm blessed to know
you let alone to be loved by you so sthandwa sam, I look forward to
watching you lose your perfect hair and your perfect teeth (Luphelo giggles)
and I look forward to watching your skin wrinkle and your back bend. I will
love you until time stands still my love. Happy birthday my husband.

Luphelo: this is the best birthday ever already.

He said as he leaned in for another kiss. I climbed off him and then led him
to the en suite where we brushed our teeth and then tongue kissed. I truly
enjoyed making out with him. We took a shower whilst uKumkani was still
sleeping and even fucked in the shower. Kumkani woke up when his father
and I were getting dressed so Luphelo was literally feeding uKumkani
whilst answering all these birthday calls. His phone was off the hook. But I
kept his phone on silent when we left the house.

I asked Lelethu to ensure that everything goes smoothly in terms of the

decoration and the set up of the house for the party while I distract uJama
by taking him out. We had breakfast at Cubana to celebrate my man's
birthday and then I took him to Walmer Park where he shopped at Zara in
the Moffett on Main mall at my expense. I also took him to the Greenacres
mall to buy at Bogart Man and Fabiani. I truly felt like a baller because I
was spending all of this money on my husband but I didn't mind. He
deserved it and naye he was having a blast being spoilt.
After shopping, I took him to The Paxton hotel where he got a full body
massage and treatment. He was all smiles and I couldn't stop laughing at
how Luphelo is not used to being spoilt. He's used to doing the spoiling so
he kept telling everyone that it's his birthday and asked them to guess his
age. No one got it right. Their guesses all fell under the 30 years mark.

After the massage, we went to take a family photo shoot just to buy time
since the party is gonna begin at 5 pm and then we went to watch a movie.
Lelethu texted me and told me that everything is okay and that people had
already arrived so I told Luphelo that we had to leave before the movie
ended. He was unsuspecting of the plans I had at home so he was
reluctant to leave. He's so stubborn. So I pulled Kumkani's hair and he
cried so we ended up having to leave.

I drove back to the house and then parked. Luphelo could tell by the
various cars that were there that he was having a party. He smiled.

Luphelo: baby ndine party?

-do I have a party?

I giggled as I nodded and he kissed me. He was so excited so he climbed

out of the car and then locked the car when Kumkani and I were out.

Luphelo: ziphi fans zam fondin?!

-where are my fans bruh?

He asked as he went to the back yard where he received a huge

"SURPRISE!!" Followed by a huge happy birthday song from everyone who
was present.

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I left Kumkani with uMarhadebe who was at the party which I was really
impressed with the turn out of. The decor was amazing, food and drinks
were of great quality and the guests really made the party special. There
was a DJ who was playing Luphelo's favorite music so we really had an
amazing time. There was alcohol in abundance and the vibe was really
chilled. Lelethu came to get me.

Lelethu: this is so beautiful mntase.

Me: I know babes I'm impressed. Naye uLuphelo he is so happy.

Lelethu: I

Literally don't understand why you love that idiot.

We giggled.

Me: oh yhini indodam Lethu.

She cleared her throat.

Lelethu: uSihle beze no Simphiwe and his friends came too ke. I literally
had to lie and say kukho i guest list before she told them to leave. I just
didn't want you to see him and have him ruin your day.

Me: honestly Lethu andimazi uSihle ucinga njani. How can she entertain
someone who wanted me the other day. It's a recipe for disaster.

-I don't know how Sihle thinks.

Lethu shook her head.

Lelethu: I asked her the same thing but yena she doesn't know you like him
too. That's the problem.

Me: mntase it's not even about the fact that I like him too because I'm
married so there's nothing I can do and this isn't high school drama we are
grown. Where will starting something with a guy who likes me leave us cos
ngoku it will awkward when we get together.
Lelethu drank her cocktail.

Lelethu: chomi the way I see it he's just using her to get closer to you and
it's sad cos I don't think he's being genuine.

Me: I don't even care Lethu to be honest. Sihle is grown she must sort out
her own ish but uSimphiwe won't get close to me. Nanku esiza masthule.

-here she comes let's keep quiet.

I said before Lusanda and Sihle came to join Lelethu and I.

The party was so amazing, dances and laughs were shared, alcohol was
drank, food was eaten and gifts were given. Speeches were also made so I
decided to say a speech for my husband.

Me: good evening to everyone. Guys thank you so much for coming
through to celebrate my husband's birthday. It means so much because I
know all of you mean something to my baby and I know he's happy to see
you all here. Andithi bawo?

Luphelo: qondile bawokazi.

They giggled lightly. I think it was more to admire the communication

between us.

Me: guys being married to Luphelo is hard bruh (crowd giggles)... Seriously
it's hard but in a good way. I know some of you think it is glamorous and all
that but uJama is real. He's human. Remove all the accolades and the
clout that he has and you will see that underneath the designer brands and
the ego lies a gentle soul that needs to be validated. I will never get tired of
validating my husband and I will never get tired of protecting his heart. I
consider myself to be very blessed to have a man who knows how to love.
Most of us women have men who do love but don't know how to go about
loving the right way but I'm blessed to have a man who loves me in words
and in action and that is what motivates me to love him even more with
every passing day because I realise that just like lightning doesn't strike the
same place twice, this kind of love will never strike me twice either. I think
the reason why him and I are so loyal to each other is because we're both
business minded so you can't be impulsive in business. Just like in
business you wouldn't risk losing your larger stake over a useless
investment that won't pay off, it works just the same in marriage. You know
what's worth it and what's not so we can't just risk losing each other for
people who won't pay off. So Jama ka Chizama, thank you for being who
you are. Thank you for not living for your friends. Thank you for allowing me
to be me. I know it's hard being married to a feminist who always
challenges your place but Jama I truly respect you as the man of the
house. As my husband. As my baby's father. Our marriage will never be
understood because you liberate me and that's why I will always be your
wife. In our marriage we literally have two rules: be loyal and be safe.
You're the coolest man I know. I go crazy if

you're mad at me cos you're so damn cool and I just wanna talk to you.
Sthandwa sam I could listen to you speak all day long cos you're so smart
jonga you're a walking encyclopedia which is so fascinating to me. And
then those dance moves!!

Crowd: Thuso Phala!!!

We all started laughing and so did he.

Me: hay jonga you give me life when you dance. So Mqocwa it's an Honour
to be married to you. Happy birthday Baby Daddy. My boyfriend. My crush.
My MCM. Sinqanda mathe samu. Aww Ngwenya.

Crowd: tsiiiii.

Luphelo flexed his eyebrows on some "if you know you know" and earned
some giggles from those who caught the drift.

Me: I love you baby.

Luphelo: I love you too baby.

Crowd: ncoooh.

They said as he Hugged me and then he kissed me. After the kiss, Reid
took the microphone and then led everyone out to the front of the house
because he had a gift for his friend.

Reid: okay so Injayam bought shares for me on my birthday so because of

you Njayam I can call myself a shareholder. Those shares will ensure I
have a R50 000 income every month for the rest of my life even if I could
lose my job njayam but I know you're covered you have those provisions
laid out cos you're a Chief Executive Officer.

Luphelo: vele.

Reid: so njayam here's your gift.

He took his phone out and then he made a quick call. After a few seconds,
a truck drove into the street which had a car covered on its trailer. Luphelo
was so anxious as the car was offloaded and then unveiled. It was a new
Mustang Shelby GT350. Everyone went crazy. Even Luphelo lost his mind
although he's notoriously calm and collected.

Luphelo: mizuzu Reid Njayam yi Mustang Mos Lena!!

Reid: happy birthday Finisher Njayam.

Luphelo wanted to cry so Lelethu, Reid and I all pretended to be having a

group hug meanwhile we were on "wiper" duty to wipe Luphelo's tears.

Lelethu: uGrand Finisher?

Luphelo: yeah ndi grand.

Reid: izandbone.

-let me see.
Luphelo looked up so we gave him a thumbs up before he could face
everyone else. Luphelo was handed the key by Reid and our men hugged
once again whilst Lelethu and I held each other. Sihle was in the crowd
standing with my mom.

Me: no but our husband's are friendship goals.

Lelethu: jonga. Nathi we need to do this ayikho Lena.

I laughed.

Me: we really need to give each other such gifts mntase.

Lelethu: one day?

She held out her pinkie finger to me.

Me: one day!

I said as I locked it with hers.

Insert 132: Busiswa Mkuzangwe

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.

Luphelo was truly emotional for the duration of the night. He didn’t speak
much. He was too happy for words so the four of us decided to take the
Mustang for a ride. Luphelo was in the driver’s seat, I was on the
passenger seat and Reid and Lelethu sat on the backseat.

Luphelo: jonga I mileage njayam!!

-look at the mileage!!

He sang in a high note. We laughed at his soprano. He was so excited.

Reid: 0 kms Njayam.

Luphelo: hay jonga! There’s no such thing as I Gqwirha vha!!

He said as he started the car. I love that line. He started his car and the
engine roared. I gave him another tissue. The horses were killing him so he
wiped his eyes.

Lelethu: Luphelo yeka ukhala mnqund wakho asizo qhutyelwa ngumntu o

emotional thina. Nika uHlalumi imoto.

-stop crying you ass we won’t be driven for by an emotional person. Give
Hlalumi the car.

Luphelo: eh ingathi nge hlika one nxaki ne emotions zam. Cos ke ngezam
asizi laselanga ezi emotions.

-I think the person who has a problem with my emotions should get off.
Because they are mine we didn’t go 50/50 on these emotions.

We laughed at the way he said it.

Me: anithandi ukulwa mahn yhu.

-ya’ll like arguing yho.

Reid: bruh.

He said exasperated. Luphelo and Lelethu are truly like cat and dog at
times but it’s all love.

Luphelo: siyaphi minqundu?

-where are we going?

Reid: siya ku msunu wakho.

Luphelo: umhle lomntu usando phendula?

-is the person who just replied attractive?

Me: tu baby.

-not at all.

Lelethu: awuno kwazi uthetha kalok wena. Uphelele eku judge’ ni

construction materials. Xaku fika eku thetheni nge looks zabantu bamba
ucwaka.

-you can’t speak. You are done at judging construction materials. When it
comes to talking about looks hold your silence.

Me: awusa fani no “this court finds the accused guilty”.

-you look like…

Everyone laughed.

Reid: yeses ufana ne ndaba ezimbi Joe.

-you look like bad news.

We laughed in the car as Lelethu nudged Reid’s shoulder.

Luphelo: Yinton ngathi yi road block leya? Khathi ndingene ndoba bonisa I
Mustang Yam.

-why does that look like a road block? Let me go in so I can show them my
Mustang.

Us: Oh bawo. ♀ ♀ ♂

Luphelo put us through a 13 minutes long road block and he was pulled
over. He was so happy.

Traffic: molweni.

Us: Molo.

Traffic: ndicela I license.

-can I please have your license.

Luphelo: awuy funi proof of ownership ye moto yona?

-don’t you want the proof of ownership of the car.

Lelethu: uyinyaphi?

-where do you get it?

We laughed as Luphelo gave the traffic officer his license. It was checked
and returned.

Traffic: Iphi number plate?

-where’s the number plate?

Luphelo: hay kalok bawo intsha lewei jonga I mileage nawe ukba awusi
kholelwa.

-this thing is new you can check the mileage if you don’t believe us.
The traffic officer exhaled.

Traffic: vulani boot ingathi kanti nine drugs.

-open the boot so it won’t turn out that you have drugs.

Luphelo and Reid: heeeeeeh ngenxa siba mnyama!!! Rha!!

Reid: Vula la boot njayam!!!

Luphelo: nzayvula inye ptsek!!

Reid: Senza bani?!!

Luphelo: khonba sakhulela eBlawa?!! Asinobana Mustang ngoku?

Reid: tyhi khonba sasilala singa tyanga Asinobana Mustang ngoku?!

They were so cheeky. It was so funny. Luphelo opened the boot so the
traffic officer checked and found nothing. Luphelo then closed the boot
again.

Reid: what did you find ke?

Luphelo: ufumene I black excellence.

-he found.

The officer laughed.

Traffic: have a safe trip.

They laughed too, thanked him and then drove off.

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The squad parked by the beach and then we all admired the view. We were
facing the final hours of Luphelo’s birthday so Reid carried me on his back
while Lelethu sat on Luphelo’s lap.

Me: monaye mpolaye.

Lelethu: I second that babes.

Luphelo: Reid ndicela uxolo ngalanto ndayenza e court Njayam. Andikazi

xoleli ngalanto.

-I’m sorry about what I did in court. I haven’t forgiven myself about that.

Reid: water under a bridge Njayam. It was fucked up but ke… It helped my
marriage. It helped me to be free and it brought us closer than ever. We
didn’t have this before the trial.

Luphelo: I suppose.

Me: guys let’s not be depressing ngoku. And just focus on the view and the
situation at hand.

Reid: Unyanisile uHlalumi. It’s all good wethu LJ yere u emotional. Une
feelings ze Nkazana ekwi periods.

Me: jongaaa. Awumazi. But I love this side of him guys I think it’s cute.

Lelethu: I cute nyan shame.

We giggled.

Luphelo: wena uncome mna Lelethu?

-you compliment me?

Lelethu: uske wa sexy oko une Mustang mahn.

-you’ve been sexy ever since you got a Mustang.

Luphelo: washaaa. Reid hade Njayam I’m taking your girl.

Reid: it’s fine uyazi ke mnake I’m left with your profit maximising lethal
weapon uHlalumi Jama.

Luphelo: hay Njayam ndadlala I want my wife back. Izapha Mabhebheza.

I giggled as I climbed off Reid’s back and then I went to sit on my man’s lap
and we kissed.

Me: I love you.

Luphelo: I love you more.

He said as we hugged and then kissed. The squad remained at the beach
while blasting Beyonce and Jay Z’s “Friends” and smoked Cuban cigars
compliments of the Finisher and I taught Lelethu how to exhale the smoke
through her nose just in case she ever needs to hold her own in a room full
of men. I love how she is always willing to learn how to be a boss. I love
how she stands with me in terms of not allowing patriarchy to succeed. We
love our husband’s but we will be dammed if we relinquish our power for
them. Those are the kind of women I shall forever Stan. Boss bitches.
Relentless females. Power friggin rangers. Women who give birth and then
get back to business.

We drove back to the house and the party was in its final stages. Most of
the people were gone so only family was left and even they were on their
way home. So Luphelo parked his Mustang and then we all climbed out.
Reid and Lelethu were gonna sleep over in our house so I went to fix a
bedroom for them. Sihle came into the bedroom.

Sihle: beku theni kuze nindi shiye?

-why did you leave me?

Me: xolo mntase we were taking the Mustang for a spin.. You would feel
like a third wheel if you came.

Sihle: okay. Yho hay nizi goals nobay 4. I mean imagine buying your best
friend a Mustang.

Lelethu: Yaz Hlalumi I wanted u Reid to get a Luphelo a more meaningful

gift unlike a Mustang cos the shares was really a very thoughtful gesture
kune moto. The value of the Mustang will decrease over time.

Me: but Lethu did you see how happy uJama was ngala Mustang? And
Reid did say uLuphelo doesn’t need shares he needed that car.

Lelethu: I’m just glad he’s happy.

Me: yeah me too mntase.

Reid: Baby?

Lelethu: hm?

He motioned with his hand that she should follow him so Lelethu told us
that she’s coming back as she followed her husband. They held hands
when they connected. I smiled before Sihle closed the door.

Sihle: Hlalumi was there a guest list apha?

I exhaled. Me: yes Sihle.

Sihle: who was in charge of checking who came in? Cos it was a free for all
until I came with uSimphiwe.

Me: Sihle khupha lento ilapha kuwe ngaphakathi.

-get rid of what’s inside you.

Sihle: why are you and Lelethu ganging up on me about uSimphiwe? I’m
just trying to get to know him and it’s like you two don’t like that.
Me: we just want you to be smart about it Sihle. Lomntu wants me. He left a
ring with a tag of his number in my bag. Then he bribed a Herbalife
customer of mine to get my phone number and asked me ukba am I
happily married.. Then later on the same day he’s got you over at his place.
Ithini kuwe lonto Sihle?

-what does that say to you?

Sihle: maybe he got the point?

Me: or he’s using you to get closer to me Sihle vula Amehlo.

-open your eyes.

Sihle: not every fucking thing is about you Hlalumi damn it! You’re
frustrating at times.

Me: nothing was ever about me Kakade Sihle. I was always under your
shadow bruh like this is literally the first time in my life I’m seemingly getting
a one up kuwe but I’m not fighting into yakho no

Simphiwe I’m just trying to make sure you’re not gonna end up hurt.

Sihle: I’m not. Because we’re just friends.

Me: you can’t just be friends with a man like u Simphiwe. I have everything
but still he got through to me imagine what he can do to someone like you?
Just be smart that’s all I’m saying.

I said as I walked to the door.

Sihle: I get it ngoku bruh. You want him too right Ncumo?

I exhaled.

Me: angashaya I Thuso Phala buno funwa ndim uSimphiwe. Apeye I 7

figures nje randomly.

Sendtsho angalala avuke ene degree ezimbini. So nah… I don’t.

-he would hit the Thuso Phala if he would be wanted by me. He would earn
7 figures randomly.

I’m saying he would sleep and wake up with two degrees.

I said before walking out and then slamming the door on my way out. I was
lying. I knew it. She knew it. But I had to save face due to a lack of trust in
her. I could admit this to Lelethu any day but not to uSihle. I love her and
she loves me but the shit that has happened to us in the past has made us
unable to trust each other again.

I spent time with the Jama’s who are typically crazy as fuck. Senior was
typically being the jokester that he is and he created a humorous vibe by
telling stories of uLuphelo when he was a baby and I could see the tears
welling up in his eyes as he tried to skip the part of his son’s life when
uNondwe was involved. I was very proud of uSenior for how he handled
what happened to his son. He said before he found out about the assault,
he was not the greatest of fathers as he used to drink and was unfaithful to
his wife but when he heard about what happened to

uJama he changed. He became a family man because he blamed himself

and his actions for being unable to notice what was going on with his son.

I was sleepy so I went to my bedroom and Lelethu followed me. I gave her
my extra pyjama’s and she insisted on sleeping next to me so I kissed
uKumkani who was sleeping goodnight and then climbed into bed next to
uLelethu. I took my phone and logged onto Instagram. I had a dm.

Given_to_us: happy birthday to u bhuda. much respect to the man.

Mrshlalumi_jama: thank you.

Given_to_us: trying to be nice Ncumo. I deserve an emoji.

Mrshlalumi_jama: ina

Given_to_us: I will take it ❤ Instagram dm’s are expensive can I

please WhatsApp you?

Mrshlalumi_jama: nope. Honestly I’m keeping you around cos you are
adding to my followers otherwise you’re unnecessary.

Given_to_us: are you like this everyday?

Mrshlalumijama: all day, everyday.

Given_to_us: okay. so it’s cool if I hang with sihle right?

Mrshlalumi_jama: literally can’t comprehend why you’re asking me this.

Andingeni ndawu Simphiwe.

Given_to_us: okay I’m sorry.

I put my phone down.

Lelethu: chomi Simphiwe’s newsfeed.

Me: he’s such a pork.

She laughed.

Lelethu: let’s both cheat on our husband’s naye to eliminate guilt.

I burst out laughing.

Me: hay hay. ✋ He’s hot but not hot enough.

Lelethu:

I laughed.

Me: you aren’t helping bruh. I should block him ku Instagram.

Lelethu: no blocking doesn’t help mntase khaya. He can create a million
profiles and if you’re weak you will reply. Has uLuphelo ever ran from a
bitch?

Me: no… I don’t think so.

Lelethu: exactly. He’s got this theory ukba you run when you’re scared and
you’re scared because you’re weak and you’re weak because you didn’t
stand your ground and you’re not standing your ground because you don’t
trust yourself and you don’t trust yourself cos you have either never been in
this position before or you have been and failed. So you have never been
here before Hlalumi… You have to make sure ukba you don’t fail. Awunoko
gqhithwa ndim. ✋

I giggled.

Me: I hear you chomi.

Lelethu: moja. Besides mna I talk to these guys until they get so annoying.
Simphiwe seems like he would just bore the hell out of you if you knew
him…maybe he’s just a pretty face kanti if you avoid him he will seem so
interesting cos he’s got more time to think about what to say.

Me: your advice is so legit.

Lelethu: lindela I invoice wena soon.

-wait for a invoice soon.

Me: hay njan this isn’t legal advice kaka.

Lelethu: Its advice though msunu.

Me: yes but keep in mind the adjective. You only charge for legal advice
not every advice emhlabeni. Our men are giving each other shares and
cars and you are ouchea charging for advice? Suba stingy.

-don’t be stingy.
Lelethu: Ska.

Me: mxm.

I said as I charged my phone and then closed my eyes. Lelethu and I were
so tired that we just fell right asleep.

Insert 133: Leigh Precious

If uKumkani Jama wasn’t around, Lelethu and I would have probably slept
forever. That’s how lethargic we were. The alcohol mixed with the dancing
we did last night proved to be detrimental to our bodies. So when
uKumkani cried, I woke up reluctantly and then I went to fetch my
pulchritudinous son from his cot. He gave me a side smile when he saw me
but he didn’t allow my face to distract his purpose so he continued to cry.

Me: okay kalok mntano myeni wam. I will feed you ngoku.
I assured him on my way downstairs. I made his porridge, put him on the
high chair and then I fed him. Kumkani Jama doesn’t waste food. I have
never witnessed him refuse to eat unless he’s full nor have I ever seen him
spit food out or throw food out.

Lusanda: hey Lumi.

She startled me.

Me: yey… Undoyikisile.

-you scared me.

Lusanda: xolo sthandwa sam. Listen I kinda need to talk to you.

I raised my eyebrow.

Me: about?

Lusanda: uHlehle. Hlalumi she’s really not dating this guy but uthi wena no
Lelethu are giving her hell for being friends with him.

I exhaled.

Me: I literally can’t believe she told you this.

Lusanda: ngoba?

-why?

Me: because Lusanda it’s really not that deep. Sihle needs to stop being
emotional and use her head qha. Maybe she would like to believe Lelethu
and I are jealous of her friendship or whatever… Maybe that will make her
happy but we aren’t. So Maka khule mahn and realise that we are just
looking out for her.

-she must grow up.

I said as I fed Kumkani his final spoon of porridge and then gave him a bit
of mixed berry juice just to aid his digestion and to prevent him from being
constipated. Lusanda didn’t reply, she just got started with breakfast so I
took Kumkani with me upstairs.

I took a bath no Kumkani whilst uLelethu took a shower. I gave her my new
panties to wear but they were just the ones from Jockey that I bought for
my periods otherwise hell would freeze over before I give her my lacy
underwear.

Lelethu: bruh kunzima uhlala endaweni enye no Luthando.

-it’s hard to stay in the same place as Luthando.

I sighed.

Me: you turned out just fine eDurban nje.

Lelethu: it was different eDurban we never sat down and had to eat
breakfast together in this manner.

Me: Lethu do you still love him?

Lelethu: no… Qha yey I’m kinda going through what you’re going through
nam in terms of beating myself up for having feelings for another man.

She sulked.

Me: married people don’t have a part of their brain shut down to prevent
them from having feelings. Remember where I got that quotation from?

She smiled.

Lelethu: yeah.
Me: great… now let’s go.

She nodded so we went downstairs to where our husband’s were seated

as well with the rest of Luphelo’s family. Mommy was also there so we
greeted.

Reid: zehla I feminists madoda masizimeleni.

-the feminists came down men let us hide.

We laughed.

Lelethu: sudika kanjan Reid.

She said as she kissed her husband. Luphelo and I fist bumped on some
“ja bawo/ja bawokazi”.

Breakfast was served so we started eating.

Ma: Hlalumi mntanam ekhaya kuyalwa umfazi omtsha so ndicela

uyomyala. No Lelethu anga hamba nawe.

-my child at my home the new wife is being advised so please go and
advise her. Lelethu can go with you.

The whole family laughed.

Me: haibo what’s funny?

Luyanda: uHlalumi? Ayoyala umntu? Wake wayalwa yena kuqhala?

-advise someone? Has she ever been advised before?

Me: ewe Bhut Luyanda. I have.

Luyanda: and how did that go? Name one thing you were told to do that
you actually did.
Me: bekuthiwe indodam mayinga lambi ndi khona and ayilambi. Kwathiwa
indodam mandingay cheateli and I’m loyal. Kwathiwa I must maximize my
husband’s profits-

-they said my man must not be hungry when I’m here and he doesn’t
become hungry. They said I must not cheat on my man.

Luthando: suxoka.

-don’t lie.

The entire family started laughing.

Me: what time must I be there Ma?

She looked at her wrist watch.

Ma: ngo 4. Pha eKamva.

Me: oh okay Ma.

Reid: heke Lumi no Lethu, siye Kapa no Jama ke. We want to meet up with
uLanga who knows a lot about farming to tell us what the next step is.

Me: hay hay hay nodwa? We wanna go too.

Lelethu: bayeke mntase bayeke bazonya eke sane 7 figures. Nx.

The family laughed at how we were sulking. Marhadebe arrived just when
the family was finishing up breakfast and ready to leave.

.
Everyone was gone so only Kumkani, Luphelo, Marhadebe and I were in
the house. I packed my husband’s bag for him and then went back to bed
next to him. He was so tired but I was horny.

Me: Finisher?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: Khandiphe umthondo.

-give me some dick.

Luphelo: ha.a baby I’m tired yho.

Me: kalok baby uzomfaka kwi spooning position so gqhiba umyeke. Please
baby. I’m really horny ayisa hlekisi.

-you’ll put it in the spooning position and then leave it… It’s not funny
anymore.

He exhaled before towering over me and then we made out before fucking
whilst the music played in the background. Round 1 was over in a
heartbeat but we continued fucking for pretty much the last time before
uLuphelo comes back home. We then went to sleep for another 2 hours. I
woke up earlier than uLuphelo so I got dressed to go to Ma’s home and
then went downstairs to where uMarhadebe was cleaning in our TV room.

Her: Princess?

She calls me Princess because she says I’m too young for uLuphelo. But
she also thinks I’m beautiful.

Me: ewe Ma?

Her: Ndicela I yoghurt for abazukulwana bam.

-can I please have yoghurt for my grandchildren.

Me: okay nzaske ndimthengele ezinye uKumkani Akukho nxaki.

-I’ll just buy others for Kumkani there’s no problem.

Her: enkosi Princess.

Me: okay Ma. Mamela Mama Uyayazi Mos kwenzeka ntoni ku myeni wam.
Uyi chomi ka Mamakhe… Kumele Uyayazi.

-Listen you know what happened to my husband. You’re his moms friend…
You’re supposed to know.

She nodded.

Her: yayimbi into eyenzwa ngu Nondwe mntanam.

-what Nondwe did was really bad.

Me: yeah it was. And it has taken mna no myeni wam a long time to finally
decide to get a nanny ngoba we don’t trust anyone. But Ma ndifuna uyazi
ngoku ukuba if you or someone close to you does something to uKumkani
aniphinde nimbone ungomso. Ndiku hloniphile Ma Kodwa ndifuna uyazi
uKumkani yinkulu yam. Ndiyamthanda ukodlula ubomi bam Ngaphandle
kwakhe akusekho nto ndiy philelayo. Itrongo andiyonqeni mna so ndicela
umntanam umkhusele xana ndimshiya nawe or kanye akhomntu
uzakonwaba.

-you will never see tomorrow again. I respect you but I want you to know
Kumkani is my eldest. I love him more than my own life without him there is
nothing that I’m living for. I’m not afraid of prison so please protect my child
when I leave him with you or no one will be happy.

Her: wenza njalo uMama Princess. Uvakele.

-that’s how a mother does. You’re heard.

My breathing slowed down. Ma needed to hear that so that she can know
where I stand because I know she thinks that since I’m young I’m weak
hence she calls me Princess but I’m not a Princess.

.
.

Lelethu and I left the house before we could see our husband’s leave. But
that wasn’t a problem because we had already kissed them goodbye. Sihle
called me on my way to Kamva. I didn’t feel like picking up but I did
anyway.

Me: hey.

Sihle: hi. Unjani?

Me: I’m alright I suppose. You?

Sihle: I’m fine. Listen Lumi I’m not talking to uSimphiwe anymore.

Me: oh. Why?

Sihle: his presence is causing tension between us and it’s not worth it. On
top of that, he’s not going to add anything substantial to my life. He’s just
gonna waste my time.

Me: I don’t want you to feel like you have to relinquish any friendship for my
sake Sihle. Mna I just really thought you two are together when you
answered his phone and I just don’t wanna see you get hurt.

Sihle: Hlalumi I thought he’s over you. I thought it’s just drunk flirting I didn’t
think he would go to the extent of leaving a ring in your bag so I understand
why you were against this whole thing. It’s just miscommunication between
us.

Me: yeah that’s what it is chomi.

Sihle: I’m sorry I thought you were jealous and for the things I said.

I giggled.

Me: Sihle you’re used to calling me far worse than the things you’re
apologizing for. It’s okay.
She giggled.

Sihle: okay chomi. Have a great day ke.

Me: sure nawe.

Sihle: bye.

Me: bye.

She hung up as I continued driving. I finally arrived at Kamva and waited

for uLelethu who arrived 10 minutes later. I was so pissed but those
feelings subsided when I saw her. We were wearing tight white shirts with
our brown skirts and our black doeks. Lelethu wore her pink pointed red
bottoms which looked so adorable and I wore my black red bottoms. We
looked beautiful as we walked in with our designer bags and expensive
watches. When we arrived, we greeted everyone and then paid our
respects to the elders before we were allowed into the room where the new
bride was. Ma’s family doesn’t have a lot of married women hence she
needed Lelethu and I to come through. After some talking I was finally
asked to throw in my advice for the new wife.

Me: uhm molweni. Mna ndingu Hlalumi Jama, umolokazana ka Louisa

Jama omncinci. So she asked me namhlanje to say a few words to you to
prepare you for umtshato and honestly I

noticed a trend from abantu abayalayo. Cos nam I was in your shoes once
and I realised kuyalwa carelessly with a lot of disregard to the aftermath of
their advice. So mna ndizok yala nge textbook mntase khaya taking in
consideration your feelings in this whole thing ngoba its as if we are
sacrificing wives for the benefit of husband’s. That needs to stop because
seemingly no one cares about the physical and mental well-being of the
woman. Marriage is utopia for men and a dystopia for women.

So Soyama mntase khaya, abantu abadala said you should sleep with your
husband whenever he pleases. But that’s rape. Sex requires consent that
is not forced onto you in order for it to feel good to you too. Abantu abadala
bathi you must be back before the street lights come on and you must
always be around endlini to look after the house if you don’t work so you
can be there when your husband wants you. Kanti mntase kuba lit once the
street lights come on and the consequences of being at home too much is
moodiness which leads to depression, anxiety & restlessness, sleeping
troubles, weak immune systems, bone and muscle weaknesses. Once you
are battling with those ailments, the spark in the marriage is gone, the
communication, love, fun etc that you once had is all gone. Then your man
will cheat and then you will have to “bekezela” ngelo xesha these issues
could have been avoided if your husband would have just allowed you to
live your life. Abantu abadala bathi you are responsible for the baby that
you both made and that umyeni should never have to change diapers or be
responsible at all but this is why fathers are so disconnected from
abantwana. When men bond with abantwana, their testosterone levels drop
and their prolactin hormone increases which helps them to be more
nurturing and to be more gentle. Their stress hormone also changes… So
letting your husband be involved with umntana is beneficial to not only their
relationship but to your marriage because nothing is more beautiful than to
see your husband and your baby bond its amazing. So I’m not trying to be
disrespectful but I think moving forward we need to think about what we
say to new wives and to be able to substantiate on the things we say
ebafazini and not speak nje… Because something sounds good. We need
to think of the consequences it will have on women as well before sithethe.

I continued to speak about other discrepancies in marriage and I realised

that I was pissing off a lot of misogynistic women who support patriarchy in
marriage but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t about to allow them to make a
modern woman lose herself in a marriage that was supposed to be blissful.
Marriage can be such a beautiful thing if both genders just respected one
another and treated each other as equals. ♀ And of course, were loyal.

Me: So that will be all from my side.

I said as I sat down. Naye u Lelethu also stood up “wayala nge textbook”
and I truly wish this could be a trend in future because wives are given
advice from people who never researched the toll their advice has on
women. They speak because to them it sounds good but on paper, they
are wrong. They have failed the wives they have spoken to. Honestly
Kumkani’s wife is already lucky because she will have a mother in law who
will always empower her to put herself before keeping a marriage alive.
.

The elderly women finally warmed up to Lelethu and I’s speeches and
admitted that they never saw things our way because they were told the
same thing when they were young and nabo they never saw a point to
question what was seen as a norm in marriages. Kakade marriage to them
was seen as a service to men and they weren’t happy either in their
marriages but they never thought to question it. Marriage to them was seen
as a rite of passage to womanhood and not something to initiate for
pleasure purposes once you love someone so they told uSoyama to listen
to Lelethu and I because if bebe “yalwe nge textbook” they would have
realised the seriousness of this and how toxic it is to submit. So the women
wanted us to stay longer but Lelethu and I wanted to go to the beach so we
bought new bathing suits at Billabong, bought meat, charcoal, junk food,
alcohol etc and then we drove to St Georges. We called our husband’s to
tell them what we were up to and then checked up on our babies by calling
their nannys. After that, we slipped into our bathing suits and then we went
swimming for about 25 minutes. It was getting dark so Lelethu and I made
our way back and I noticed this BMW 325i parked next to my car and there
were 3 guys braaing there.

Lelethu: oh chomi nanko.

I fixed my eyes and it was Simphiwe and his friends.

Me: sedikwe yile Migo’s! How the fuck did they find us?

Lelethu: I made a live video ku Instagram remember?

Me: He follows you?

She nodded so I rolled my eyes.

Me: fuck. Do we leave or do we stay?

Lelethu: we stay. And listen to them sound stupid to us.

She said as we walked to our cars. Simphiwe smiled when I came closer to
him since he was parked directly on my right.

Simphiwe: Molo Ncumo.

Me: you’re a stalker now?

Simphiwe: awuvuyi une stalker esi cute?

-aren’t you happy you have a cute stalker?

He smiled and he’s got amazing teeth. Gosh. He’s got great pictures on
Instagram but he’s truly even hotter in 3D. I swallowed hard.

Me: no andivuyi. Its creepy.

-I’m not happy.

Simphiwe: to my defense I live apha eBluewater Bay so we wanted to go to

the beach Kakade.

Me: you should have went eBluewater Bay kalok there’s a beach there duh.

Simphiwe: yeah but you can’t make a fire phana.

Mandlakhe: and by fire he means you Ncumo.

He said as he came to stand next to Simphiwe who was irritated by

Mandlakhe’s presence. And Mandlakhe sensed that so he went to speak to
uLelethu.

Me: uzoyenza kude kuthini lento Simphiwe?

-you’re going to do this until what?

Simphiwe: you think I’m doing something Ncumo? Andika qhali sisi. Uqhala
kwam awuzo funa noybona I ring yakho.
-I haven’t started. Once I start you won’t even want to see your ring.

He said whilst breathing down my neck. He came closer and I moved back
until my ass collided with my car to announce that I had no more room to
go. He smiled.

Simphiwe: you could have had more room to go qha that ass is too fat.

He said before looking into my eyes and then he subtly licked his pink lips.
My heart started beating. I was nervous. My temples were throbbing and
my palms were sweating. I closed my eyes and I thought of my family. I
could see my son and my husband’s faces behind my eyelids and that’s
how I got the strength to push him away. It wasn’t a violent push, it was just
enough to get him to move away from me. He smiled.

Simphiwe: ndiqhalile ke ngoku… Baby. Uzoba ngowam wena.

-I have started. You are going

To be mine.

He said as he walked back to his braai stand so I just stood there,

wondering what the fuck just happened. I inhaled and exhaled before
climbing into my car and then popped my fingers. I wore my ring which I
took off since I was going swimming to avoid losing it in the ocean and then
I kissed it.

Me: I love my husband.

I love my husband.

I love my husband.

I love my husband.

I love my husband.

I reminded myself as I sat on my seat. I knocked on the window of the car

to get Lelethu’s attention who climbed in.
Lelethu: hm?

Me: masambe.

-let’s go.

Lelethu: again? Hlalumi this is bullshit uSimphiwe-

Me: uSimphiwe is gonna ruin my marriage. Let us go please!!

I said whilst crying out of frustration at this point.

Lelethu: okay baby we’re going I’m sorry.

I wiped my face as Lelethu climbed out. We didn’t even say goodbye to the
squad we just started our cars and drove away.

Insert 134: Nhlonipho Nkosi

:: Please listen to Phora – Faithful ::

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.

I pulled over on the side of the road because as soon as the panic
subsided, I realised I actually do want to be around uSimphiwe. So
uLelethu parked behind me and then we both climbed out of our cars.

Lelethu: huzet?

Me: this is not the time to be using my husband’s lingo ndiyakcela.

-I’m begging you.

Lelethu: moja.

Me: you’re such a bitch.

Lelethu: shot.

Me: Lelethu sudika okay? I just… Let’s go back.

Lelethu: Uyafuna uyo hlala nabo ngoku?

-you want to go and chill with them now?

Me: kinda. Awufuni wena?

-don’t you want to?

Lelethu: I like to have fun so I don’t mind. But it’s not a matter of wanting to.
And Hlalumi this is clearly dangerous so we should probably leave.

I swallowed.

Me: I can handle myself. Let’s go back.

Lelethu: fine.
She said as she climbed into her car and then we made a U-Turn.
Simphiwe and his squad were still there so we parked and then we went to
get our groceries.

Mandlakhe: I thought you left.

Lelethu: okay so?

Simphiwe and Xhanti laughed at him.

Mandlakhe: uyandi funa kanjani wena.

-you want me.

Lelethu: unga afford’a uthengela I best friend yakho I Mustang before

ufunwe ndim.

-you would afford to buy your best friend a Mustang before you’re wanted
by me.

Simphiwe laughed before looking at me. He was piercing my soul.

Simphiwe: uyenzani petto yam Lelethu?

-what are you doing to my friend?

He asked as she set up the braai stand.

Lelethu: he talks too much.

She said as I went to lay the charcoal and the Blits which I lit.

Simphiwe: whoah ungazi tshisi Ncumolwethu.

-don’t burn yourself.

He said as he jumped up and then he stood behind me to take the

matchbox from my hands.
He didn’t even do this on purpose but he pressed his manhood against my
ass.

Simphiwe: God I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry Ncumo. I’m not a pervert. I swear.

Me: just sit the fuck down bruh. I can handle this.

I said, faking being upset.

Simphiwe: fine.

He said as he sat down and I took our meat and put it on the braai stand.
Simphiwe played Phora’s “Faithful” as I focused on making the meat.

Lelethu: mntase are you gonna drink?

I looked at Simphiwe who hadn’t taken his eyes off me. His stares were so
gentle. He’s a stalker but I was in denial about it because he’s so sleek
about it. He’s a stalker that you can kick it with and wouldn’t feel in danger.

Me: hay chomi I need to be sober for this one.

I said as we made our meat and once it was ready, we laid our camp chairs
and then sat down and ate.

It was my turn to play music so I played “Focus” by H. E. R. Simphiwe sat

next to me while we all sat by the fire. It was dark and I broke my rule by
drinking. I was even getting cold now but Lelethu and I hadn’t brought
jackets.

Me: babes masambe.

Lelethu: why?
Me: I’m cold.

Simphiwe: take mine.

Me: no I’m-

He draped his jacket around my shoulders and then he smiled. It smells so

good. And it’s warm.

I relaxed.

Simphiwe: relax. The birthday boy might be doing far worse eKapa.

Me: my husband is not like that. He’s… An amazing husband. Loyal to the
bone. Very understanding. Very smart. Very ambitious, you know? He’s
very sweet. Too sweet but he is not boring. He’s good with babies too like
kids like him. Meanwhile I’m different.

Simphiwe: you’re the evil in the relationship?

I giggled.

Me: yeah I suppose. I kinda make the tough calls cos Yena he’s emotional
and he puts people first. I truly don’t give a shit mna. Like literally my
husband is warm… He’s the warm hands and feet type…mine are cold.

Simphiwe: at which point are you gonna mention that he’s rich?

I burst out laughing.

Me: Sihle told you that?

He giggled whilst nodding.

Me: no wethu it’s not the best part about him. He’s way more than that.

Simphiwe: so he’s not negligent? Or arrogant? Cos when I saw you I

thought that maybe… He’s the 24/7 working type who barely has time for
his young, pretty wife.
I shook my head.

Me: no he’s got two jobs but he still makes time for his family. Legit don’t
know how he does that. Speaking of which… I never told him I appreciate
that. Let me call him.

I got up and then I went around to my car and Simphiwe followed me and
pressed himself against me. He put no pressure… He wasn’t forcing
himself on me. He just threw bait and I was trying so hard not to catch it.
But he got me… He fucking got me.

Simphiwe: Ncumo?

Me: hm?

I whimpered. My heart was beating rapidly.

Simphiwe: kiss me.

I shook my head as he put his hands on my waist and secured me in his

arms. He was not rough in any way but it felt like I was locked in his arms.
My body froze. His cologne, his breathing and those bloody lips were
making it so hard for me to think.

Simphiwe: hm? What do you want baby? Do you realise that marriage is
forever? Are you gonna turn people you want down forever? Hm?

He asked as his hands roamed below my waist. He eased down to my ass

which he grabbed and then he pulled me closer to his dick.

Me: Simphiwe please…

Simphiwe: Ncumo I’m not forcing myself on you… I’m just trying to see
what you really want.

Me: I’m married.

I said whilst looking down but he pulled my chin up with his index finger and
then he tried to peck my lips but I looked away right on time so he ended
up missing and he kissed my cheek instead. My thumb reached for my ring
which provided a distraction for me to be able to regain common sense. I
took Simphiwe’s jacket off and then I threw it at his chest.

Me: get the fuck out of my life nigga!! For fucks sakes!!

I said as I climbed into my car and roared at Lelethu for us to leave. I

actually had to make sure she gets into her car and follows me before I
could drive off.

I sped home whilst crying silently. It was dangerous. Lelethu kept calling
my phone but I didn’t pick up. I was just too melancholy and ashamed of
myself for allowing another man to touch me so I just wanted to be alone. I
realised that ever since I met uSimphiwe, all that I did was cry and fight. I
was just tired of this phase of my life and I wanted it to end.

Lelethu followed me to the house and then climbed out after parking and
ran after me.

Lelethu: Hlalumi slow the fuck down!!

Me: Lelethu uLuphelo doesn’t deserve this shit!!

I said as I wiped my face. She exhaled.

Lelethu: wenze ntoni no Simphiwe Hlalumi?

-what did you do with Simphiwe?

Me: undi febile I suppose.

-he touched me.

I said as I giggled out of frustration and smacked my hands on the side of
my hips.

Lelethu: how?

Me: He grabbed my ass and I liked it.

Lelethu: that’s nothing but it’s a start… You need to speak to uJama.

Me: uphambene Lelethu? Uyamazi unjani uJama he’s gonna lose his shit.

A tear escaped her eye.

Lelethu: Hlalumi… I’ve had enough of your shit ngoku ke. You send me
back and forth for your little fling no Simphiwe and I’m doing this because
I’m trying to help you move on. But you’re playing with fire you have a man
who loves you genuinely and all you have to do to put an end to this shit is
let him know. Luphelo can’t stay mad for long you know that so if you still
wanna see u Simphiwe then fine by me but our friendship has to end bruh
cos I love you but I’ve been friends with u Finisher longer so my loyalty lies
with him just like he has always been there when Reid was fucking up. So
what’s it gonna be?!

I wiped my tears because I never realised how deep in this dark hole I was
in that Lelethu had to give me this heartbreaking ultimatum. I exhaled.

Me: I’m gonna tell him.

Lelethu: good. Take care. I’m leaving.

Me: okay.

I said as she turned around and then walked away. That made me really
emotional because Lelethu probably thinks I’m enjoying this.. I’m not. I
have just tried to get uSimphiwe to leave me alone but he doesn’t get it and
I didn’t want this to get to Luphelo but there’s no other way.

.
.

I walked into the house where uMarhadebe was sleeping in her bedroom
no Kumkani. Her grandchildren were also sleeping at our house and I was
lowkey pissed because she didn’t

Discuss this with me but what other choice did she have? I took Kumkani
then I checked the fridge and they ate most of the nice things: Kumkani’s
yogurts, the cake, juice, ice cream and Strawberries. They even ate
Luphelo’s Oreo’s and honestly Marhadebe is safe because he’s gone
otherwise Luphelo doesn’t play that game with his cookies.

My son and I went to my bedroom and I fixed a nest for my baby to sleep in
then I checked my phone. I had 37 missed calls from Luphelo so I called
him back.

Luphelo: Hlalumi what the fuck bruh?

Me: I’m sorry baby I was at the beach.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: ngoku does being at the beach exempt you from your
responsibility to pick up the phone? You don’t like it when I do that to you.

Me: ndicela uxolo Tiyeka.

-I’m sorry.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: uyandi capukisa.

-you’re pissing me off.

Me: I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.

I said as I wiped my eyes.

Luphelo: are you okay?

Me: yeah I’m fine… I’m just tired.

Luphelo: no Hlalumi I know you. When you’re okay or tired you are still in
the mood to fight with me so you would have told me that although you
don’t like it when I don’t answer your calls, I still do it sometimes but you
went straight to apologising which means you aren’t okay. Utheni?

Me: I just… It’s this birth control, okay? And mna Luphelo I miss you. You
didn’t prepare me enough for you leaving.

Luphelo: ufuna ukuza ke Mababy? I can book a flight for you uzobona I ou
yakho if ufuna lonto.

-you want to come… So you can see your boyfriend if that’s what you want.

I giggled.

Me: are you sure it’s not a problem?

Luphelo: nothing is ever a problem if it’s to make you happy. Uyayazi that’s
my sole purpose in life.

I blushed. Me: I love you.

Luphelo: I love you more.

He said as we continued talking. I just couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know where
to start to tell him this knowing his emotions are uncontrollable. Luphelo
and I literally spoke for 3 hours on the phone and once I was done, I had a
text message from Lelethu:

Lumi I’m sorry about how I spoke to you. I was being an unnecessary
addition to your stress. You tried your best to face your fear of uSimphiwe
and it didn’t work out the way you planned but I can respect that you tried. I
respect the fact that you didn’t kiss him. You could have done anything you
wanted to if you were a weak bitch but temptation has never met Hlalumi
Jama. You have my respect you really love your man. So I’m sorry for the
ultimatum I just don’t wanna see you lose a good man over a pretty face.
Simphiwe is an unnecessary pretty face cos you’re married to a pretty face
with a pretty brain and a pretty heart. I didn’t even need to validate that cos
you know that hence you’re at home on the bed you share with him instead
of being on Simphiwe’s bed. So Lumi deal with this the way you see fit it’s
your marriage but when you need me I will be around cos I know you would
have done this for me too if I needed you. Good night Lumi I love you
bestie. ❤ ❤ NB: not everything that glitters is gold.

-lamntu ufana no “this court finds you guilty”. ❤

Insert 135: Mpho Pretty

I video called my girl after reading her text message. She was in bed with
Kungawo.

Lelethu: besend cimba uqhumbile sahna njema ungandi phenduli.

-I was thinking you’re upset since you aren’t replying.

Me: no mntase I was on the phone no Jama. We spoke for like 3 hours.

Lelethu: nine ncoko.

-you have conversation.

I laughed.

Me: I miss him. And I tried to tell him but I just couldn’t. I don’t know where
to start.

Lelethu: we need a plan B ke if telling him is difficult.

Me: there’s no plan B mntase I have to tell him. So Ndizoya eKapa ke and
you’re coming with.

-I’m going to Cape Town.

Lelethu: okay. Just don’t tell him I knew about this. I don’t want to be a
victim of his fury.

Me: you’re scaring me bruh.

I said exasperated. She apologized.

Lelethu: I will buy the plane tickets ke. As a little encouragement gift.

Me: thanks mntase but I’m sure uLuphelo will take care of it himself. For
both of us.

Lelethu: okay moja.

Me: shot. Good night mntase.

Lelethu: good night. Kiss the trust fund baby for me.

Me: kiss the other trust fund baby for me too.

We laughed before blowing kisses and then hung up. Lelethu and I truly
have beautiful sons Kodwa who look like their fathers.

Mornings are not the same without uJama in bed with me. I truly miss my
husband. I miss helping him get ready because he makes me feel
important. He really doesn’t need me but sometimes he will ask me to do
certain things just to make me feel important because he knows I hate
feeling useless.

My son was already up but he was quietly playing with his fleece by tugging
the fabric. He has his father’s fingers.

Me: Molo Jojo.

I said to my son sweetly. I took him and kissed him just as his father called
me.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: baby ise right I Mustang Yam?

-is my Mustang still alright?

Me: Molo Luphelo.

I giggled.

Luphelo: Molo baby. Ise right I Shelby?

-is the Shelby still alright.

Me: yeah it’s alright.

Luphelo: okay. What time do you want your flights to be?

Me: jonga babe just transfer the money then Lelethu and I will book
ourselves. We don’t want to fly first class ke u Right uGeneral.

Luphelo: yimalini uGeneral kalok? Andimazi mna.

-how much is General? I don’t know.

Me: R3000 will be fine ku General mntuwam. For both of us.

Luphelo: okay Mamakhe there’s an incoming call apha so can I call you
later?

Me: sure sthandwa sam.

Luphelo: bye for now.

He said before hanging up to attend to his other call. I took my son and
then I went downstairs to the kitchen to make food for him and
Marhadebe’s grandchildren were running around in the living room. I was
so annoyed.

Them: Molo sis Ncumo!!

They exclaimed. I sighed.

Me: molweni. Ni right?

Them: ewe sisi.

Me: okay ke.

Dineo: Molo Ncumo.

She said as she came in from the patio. This is Marhadebe’s daughter and
I only met her once. I didn’t know that she was here. And these are her
children.

Me: Dineo? I didn’t know ulapha.

Dineo: ndi fike ngoku kusasa ndizo jonga abantwana.

-I arrived now in the morning to look after the children.

Me: kutheni uzoba jongela apha nje?

-why are you looking after them here?

Dineo: ndikxelele inyani Ncumo Kuya bhora pha endlini. Akukho ne TV.

-to tell you the truth Ncumo it’s boring at home. There isn’t even a TV.

Ma came into the kitchen and she greeted me.

Me: Ma Kodwa I know I’m young but please… Yindlu yam Lena mandi
xelelwe kwenzeka ntoni endlini yam you can’t just bring family over without
letting me know!

-this is my house I must be told what happens in my house.

Marhadebe: xolo kalok Princess I didn’t think yinxaki-

Me: Thetha nam kuqhala okay!! Zilahleka kanje izinto zabantu xaku ngena
nabani na endlini!!

-talk to me first okay?! This is how people’s things get lost when anyone
can just enter the house!!

Dineo: Ncumo suthetha kanje no Mamam.

-don’t talk to my mother this way.

I exhaled.

Me: I’m sorry. But Dineo nabantwana please leave, okay? I don’t want a lot
of people here. It makes me uncomfortable.
Everyone exhaled as I fed uKumkani. I don’t know what came over me.
After feeding uKumkani, I gave him some water before we went upstairs.

I took a bath and then Luphelo video called me when I was inside the
bathtub with his son. He was so turned on when he saw me naked…so I
played with myself just to drive him over the edge and I truly respect my
husband’s dick size. Visually it’s appealing and he also knows how to use
it. He makes me forget I only slept with one man because Luphelo can give
me mediocre sex when he’s tired, he can give me good, better and great
sex. Sometimes he will even give me “yes madolo ka Yise usay nxiba I
mascara” Undertaker slapping sex. So I have been through it all because of
him and versatility is important.

After taking a bath, I took my laptop, bought the plane tickets and then I
studied for about 2 hours before Sihle stormed into my bedroom and stood
in front of my bed. She looked pissed so I took my earphones off since I
was doing audio learning.

Me: okay?

Sihle: Ncumo. I relinquished my friendship no Simphiwe thinking that I was

strengthening our friendship and now… He posts pictures of you and
Lelethu hanging out with them eSt Georges. What the fuck bruh?

Me: He posted pictures? Wow.

I laughed out of frustration whilst taking my phone and then logging onto
Instagram to see what kind he posted. It was just a harmless group selfie
that I wasn’t even aware of because I was eating.

Sihle: how could you play me like that Ncumo?

Me: Sihle I didn’t play you. Lelethu and I were at the beach and they came
kuba they knew we were there. It’s not our fault that he stalked us.
Sihle: no but Ncumo wena uyalontsha ngoku. Cos you look happy to be
there in those pictures.

You and Lelethu could have called me.

I exhaled.

Me: we could have called you? And then what? We have to fetch you? We
have to pay for your alcohol? We have to do this? We have to do that? Hay
mahn Sihle you are the one who involved

yourself in this shit with this guy and now you’re blaming me for your
involvement. You didn’t do me a favor by relinquishing your friendship
naye. You were doing yourself the favor cos he was gonna hurt you.

Sihle: okay Ncumo. So you’re not sorry?

Me: no I’m not sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Tonight I’m telling u
Phelo so he will be out of my life.

Sihle: okay.

She said before storming out. I was really upset and I wasn’t about to run
after her because I did nothing wrong.

°° Simphiwe’s perspective °°

I was in my bedroom, drawing whilst seated behind my desk. I was

sketching a picture of her. Miss Ncumolwethu Sifora. She’s so beautiful. I
wanted to have something of hers to stare at that will make me feel less of
a weirdo than I am right now. Last night I caught a perfect angle of her
smiling on camera that I wanted to pass on to paper. My phone rang and I
answered the call. It was Roman.

Me: Mr Mudukuti.

Roman: have you gotten her yet?

I swallowed. Me: no Sir.

Roman: what is taking you so damn long Simphiwe? You usually get these
girls within a single day.

Me: she’s not like other girls Sir.

Roman: well you’d better. Construction has to start soon so we need to get
that contract back to us. I could get her husband’s assets anytime but the
tender is what I’m pressured to get back asap.

Me: I understand sir and I’m on it.

Roman: don’t let me down. Get me the leverage I need because Ncumo
might be power hungry but she loves her family. She would never risk her
family over assets.

Me: yes sir.

He coughed over the phone.

Roman: bye.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then went back to sketching her picture. I was sent to Ncumo
to charm her, fuck her and then get pictures to threaten her into
relinquishing the tender back to Mr Roman Mudukuti and also to force her
to sign over his construction company to Mr Mudukuti since her dumb love
sick husband signed over 100% of his assets to Ncumolwethu so she owns
everything he built. If that’s love I don’t want it. But I swear I love this
woman and
I didn’t think what was happening to her was fair so I kept having to fight
myself to not tell her the truth because I don’t need this money. But her… I
need her.

I was interrupted by a knock on my front door so I put the sketch in my

drawer and then walked to the door barefoot. I opened the door and
standing behind it was Sihle.

Sihle: hey.

I exhaled. Me: hey.

Sihle: can I come in? It’s kinda drizzling so…

I looked outside. I have been cooped up in here since last night that I
wasn’t even aware of the weather.

Me: sorry. Ngena.

-come in.

I said as she came in and then I closed the door behind her.

Sihle: Simphiwe I-

I didn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence because I just kissed her. I
kissed her passionately the way I would have if Ncumo had allowed me to
kiss her yesterday. I grabbed her ass and reached for her thighs which I
used to pull her up and then I carried her to my bedroom whilst we made
out. I placed her on the bed where I made out with her whilst I was between
her tights, grinding and using my fingers to test the waters. Her pussy was
dripping wet so I opened my drawer and then took a condom.

Me: can we?

Consent is important. No matter how horny I am, I’m not a rapist. I need to
hear a woman say yes. She nodded.

Me: say it.

Sihle: ewe Simphiwe. Let’s fuck.

She said as I pulled my sweatpants off and then wore the condom. She
was wearing a maxi dress so I pulled down her panty and then penetrated
her… Fuck… She has an amazing pussy. She was so wet, Sihle is good at
this. I undermined her. She was the one fucking me… Her sex blew my
brains out. I came quickly and then collapsed on the bed next to her.

°° Sihle’s perspective °°

Simphiwe and I were just finished with the third round so we were cuddling
naked in bed whilst the rain poured. I was so comfortable next to him. His
arm was wrapped around my waist and he was kissing my shoulder blades.

Me: you should have called me Izolo at the beach.

Simphiwe: you said you didn’t wanna hang out with me anymore.

Me: I thought I was being a good friend. But ke…I can’t be the only one to
give.

Simphiwe: what do you mean?

Me: I mean… Ncumo wants you bruh. She’s usually very dismissive of
other men but she’s not like that with you. I thought I was doing a good
thing for our friendship by cutting ties with you but why doesn’t she do the
same?

He exhaled.

Simphiwe: like you said… She wants me.

I rolled my eyes.
Me: tonight she’s gonna see her man…so she said she’s gonna tell him
about what happened between you two in order for you to be free.

Simphiwe jumped up.

Simphiwe: what?!

Me: no… Not like that relax bruh.

Simphiwe: relax? I need to talk to her Sihle. Kuthiwa her husband is crazy
on top of that he’s got a murder case streak he could kill me and make that
shit go away. I don’t wanna risk my life.

I exhaled.

Me: phola Simphiwe! Listen… uTanci is very proud. If he founds out that
his wife also wants you he will never show his face because you never
forced himself onto her. Its only if you did that he would kill you but not like
this… Relax. And naye uNcumo I’m sure she’s gonna find a way to cover it
up since there aren’t any pictures to prove anything. He won’t hurt you…
Okay?

His breathing started slowing down so I held him. Once he was calm, he
went to the bathroom so I sat on the bed alone. I opened his drawer and
then I found his sketch book. I opened it up and I saw his sketches. He’s
really good. I smiled as I paged through expressions of his thoughts. I got
to the last drawing in his sketch book which was an incomplete picture of
Ncumolwethu Jama. My soul broke. My heart shattered.

.
Insert 136: Sthembiso Blvck Frak Magquba

Our flight was going to depart at 20: 00 pm so Lelethu and I planned to

leave our houses at 18: 30 pm just so that we could be able to have dinner
at the airport. So I packed my suitcases and Kumkani’s suitcase, locked up
in the house and then I went to my car. I received a call from uSimphiwe on
my way out. I exhaled before answering.

Me: what?

Simphiwe: I need to talk to you Ncumo.

Me: there’s nothing to discuss Simphiwe-

Simphiwe: check your mirror.

I checked the rear view mirror and he was parked opposite the house. I
didn’t know how I missed him but I hung up and then made a U-Turn
because I wanted to hear him out. For the last time before I tell uLuphelo
everything. I was just looking for an excuse to not have to tell my husband
what happened because maybe he was gonna tell me he’s done running
after me.

He climbed out of his car and then he climbed into my passenger seat. His
BMW is quite nice to be honest.

Simphiwe: hey.
He smiled.

Me: make it quick Simphiwe.

Simphiwe: ndive ukuba uyo xelela umyeni wakho ngathi.

-I heard that you’re going to tell your husband about us.

I balled my fist.

Me: God dammit uSihle!! What the fuck is wrong with her?!

Simphiwe: yi pillow talk Ncumo. She didn’t mean to.

I scoffed.

Me: pillow talk? So you’re fucking now?

Simphiwe: just once. What? You’re jealous.

He tensed his perfect eyebrows.

Me: mxm. You’re wasting my time.. What the fuck do you wanna say?

Simphiwe: ndiyakthanda Ncumo…I really do. Today I drew a sketch of your

face. I didn’t bring it because I’m afraid you will tear it up but… I took a
picture.

-I love you.

He said as he took his phone out and then he showed me the sketch. He’s
such a great artist. I melted… But regained my solid form.

Me: it’s nice.

Simphiwe: enkosi. I just…I wish uSihle was the happily married one and
you… I wish you were single so I could show you my type of love. My
parents… My mother is black and my dad was white but ke they loved each
other irregardless of colour. I thought it was really special how they
never had a bad day in their marriage and I was determined to find a love
like the one they had one day.

Me: had?

Simphiwe: yeah… uTata passed away last year. Cancer.

Me: I’m sorry to hear that. Owam uTata has cancer too but… I suppose I
don’t give a shit.

Simphiwe: ngoba?

Me: ngoba he was never in my life. He chose to raise every other kid
except me so unfortunately for him… I’m the kid who married a wealthy
man so… His daughter came to ask me for money for chemo but I refused.

He scoffed.

Simphiwe: I can’t say I blame you.

Me: You couldn’t Kakade. He raped my mother and that’s how I came into
existence.

Simphiwe: that’s deep. But ke Ncumo I just look at it as… You were
supposed to be here. You were a necessity and your parents weren’t
gonna fuck under normal circumstances so… God allowed this to happen I
suppose.

Me: wow. What a way of looking at it.

I said as we both laughed a bit.

Simphiwe: I truly love you.

Me: are you saying this cos you don’t want me to tell my husband?

Simphiwe: no… Yes… Look I’m telling you because… Ncumo I just don’t
know okay? I love you and I have this feeling deep inside that you want me
too. Just admit it Ncumo… Baby please I just wanna hear you say it. Cos I
know deep down you wish you weren’t married kuze sibenokwazi uba
kunye baby. I know. I see it when you look at me… I know you wanna kiss
me. No one is around… This could be our little secret..

He said as he caressed my cheek. His hands were warm. They reminded

me of Luphelo’s hands. I looked into his eyes that were glowing. There
were times when I would doubt his feelings for me but this time I truly felt
like he was being genuine. He leaned in but I blocked him by pushing my
forehead forward. So we were stuck in that position like two ill-fated lovers
as I exhaled deeply, trying to regain my common sense.. This is my third
escape and I don’t know how long I will be lucky. I need to tell my husband
about him otherwise one day I will not be able to escape.

Me: Hlika Simphiwe.

-get off.

Simphiwe: Ncumo?

His voice broke.

Me: I mean it. Sihle doesn’t just fuck whoever. She loves you. So Hlika.

He exhaled before he climbed out of my car and then he went to his. I

started my Benz and then drove to the airport.

Lelethu kept calling me on my way to the airport. I was late. So I apologized

for being late by paying for our dinner which I ate whilst staring into space.

Lelethu: BSc?

Me: hm LLB?
Lelethu: talk to me.

Me: I’m seriously sick and tired of talking about the same dude all the time.
One would think my life revolves around him.

Lelethu: ufike uSimphiwe ngomoya ebomini bakho kwathi huuu.

Me: Jonga! (chuckles) yazi uSihle told him that I’m gonna tell uLuphelo
about us so he asked to speak to me when I left the house. That’s why I
was late.

Lelethu: why would she do that?

Me: pillow talk mntakabawo.

Lelethu: hay I respect I pillow talk bhabha. Pillow talk kalok yenza u Kagiso
a xelele u Kamina I route abahambisa ngayo I drugs zakokwabo kalok.

-pillow talk made Kagiso tell Kamina the route they sent their drugs
through.

I burst out laughing as I drank my wine.

Me: I just can’t believe she slept with him. Sihle is so fucking impulsive.

Lelethu: Impulsive? Ncumo to tell you the truth… You had an amazing
friendship no Sihle until you fucked it up by fucking her father. uSihle lost
her best friend and her father at once but still… She forgave wena no
Finisher and she had to watch you guys Thuso Phala and flex and have a
baby and be all happy while she sat in a corner trying to act happy for you
guys. So

pardon her if she’s fucking a guy who likes you. Simphiwe is hot if I wasn’t
married I would have probably done the same but ke… (lifts up her left
hand).

Me: ingathi uzazi batalela le meal yakho mnqundu wakho.

-it looks like you’re going to pay this meal for yourself you ass.
Lelethu: akho nxaki but you had to know the truth. Sihle loves you but she’s
also very angry at you. Give her credit for trying to let go of uSimphiwe
although you couldn’t let go of uJama for her.

A tear escaped my eye but I wiped it and leaned on the chair with my
elbow. I really fucked up my friendship with her and I don’t know how I can
fix things with her. I pushed my friend into this dark place she’s in because
her life was good until I fucked her dad and she fell pregnant early, married
early and fucked a man who doesn’t love her all because of me. We
finished eating in silence, I paid and then we went to board our flights.

We touched down in Cape Town after about 45 minutes and we were met
by our husband’s at the airport. I truly missed uLuphelo although he wasn’t
even gone for 3 days.

Me: sthandwa samu!

I yelled as I jumped in his arms and kissed him. I was carrying Kumkani on
my back who was awake.

Luphelo: baby uya sinda. Intozo tsibela indoda maziphelele kwi DSTv.

-you’re heavy. Things of jumping on a man must end on the DSTv.

I laughed. He was lowkey making fun of my weight.

Me: ndi fika nje sendi ghezelwa nge weight.

-I’m being teased about my weight upon my arrival.

He giggled.

Luphelo: uThick Mamakhe. Big booty sexy Mami weeh.

He said seductively before kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck
as we kissed and my coochie was all excited. I kept having to mentally tell
my coochie “relax Mama your husband gon sort you out”.

Reid: eh bo “even when the sky comes falling” we need to go.

Me: hey Reid mntase.

Reid: ey Illuminati.

Me: seriously? How did Lumi turn into Illuminati. ♀ You’re so annoying.

He laughed as we hugged and he kissed my forehead. Luphelo took his

son who was strapped on my back and carried him to the rented Mercedes
Benz G63 that they had rented for the duration of their trip.

Me: wow ya’ll rented I G63 just to get farming advice?

Reid: qondile.

Me: mnk.

Lelethu: waste ye Mali Lena niyenzayo.

-what you’re doing is a waste of money.

Luphelo: umhle lomntu uthetha nge waste ye mali?

-is the person talking about a waste of money beautiful?

This question will never not be funny to be honest.

Lelethu: Luphelo wabhanxwa ngubani wathi umhle bro?

-who fooled you and said you’re handsome?

Luphelo: ngabantu abahle kunawe. Phof that being the vast majority.

-people who are more attractive than you.

Lelethu: abancomi wena bancoma I 7 figures.

-they aren’t complimenting you they are complimenting the 7 figures.

We burst out laughing.

Reid: Jay Z pt 2. “Ain’t no such thing as an ugly millionaire. I’m cute”.

Luphelo: hey ptsek ndimhle mna. Andithi Mabhebheza.

-piss off I’m handsome. Right Mabhebheza?

Me: kuya nceda u peya nje randomly mntuwam.

-it helps to get paid randomly.

The squad burst out laughing, including Luphelo. Reid was driving so we
admired the beautiful view of Cape Town at night on our way to where ever
Reid and Luphelo were staying.

We went to put our bags before our husband’s told us that they had a
surprise for us. Luphelo had already hired a nanny from Cape Town who is
actually the mother of a woman he used to study with at UCT so he knows
and trusts her really well. I was uncomfortable with leaving uKumkani
behind but ke Luphelo gave me my word that he was in safe hands.

Lelethu and I took a shower together and then we got dressed. I wore my
white Nike body suit with tight fitted blue ripped jeans and my black thigh
high boots. I wore my black blazer and my accessories then I did my make
up. Luphelo yena wore a black golf shirt with tight fitted jeans and black
buckle pointed leather shoes and he looked amazing. I truly love his style.
We all left and arrived at this military base where there were all these
different choppers. Lelethu and I screamed and jumped up and down when
we realised that our men had organised to take us flying over the city of
Cape Town.

Me: baby this is so cool.

I said as we were being strapped into our seats with the safety belts and all
the other protective elements. The pilot explained the safety measures to
us and the rules and we all agreed that we were okay. He finally took
started the helicopter and off we went into the night sky.

Reid: what’s this?

He pointed to a button that literally said “emergency landing”.

Luphelo: your name is literally a homophone for read Kodwa awuyenzi

lonto. Read Reid!

We laughed.

Reid: Seyo kaka.

Luphelo nudged his shoulder. We all watched the view of Cape Town whilst
roasting one another.. We sounded like little kids but it was truly amazing.
After the helicopter ride which lasted for 30 minutes, the squad drove back
to the house where we took uKumkani and we called an Uber for his
nanny. Our son was sleeping so we played monopoly where uLuphelo
literally went broke trying to pay my debts.

Lelethu: ayise broke I businessman of the year.

-the businessman of the year is so broke.

We laughed.

Reid: busy ngo Mabhebheza kalok. Mnqundu ka in community of property.

Me: wait so you guys have a prenup?

Lelethu: ewe rhaaaaa bungayazi? Bebulalana abantu ngula in C. O. P si
grand no baby thina. I don’t know why people think having a pre nup
means you don’t love nor trust each other.

-didn’t you know? People kill each other because of that in COP.

Luphelo: hay jonga I’m inspired Nini vha.

They laughed.

Reid: Jama you’re stupid Kodwa wena. How can you sign over your assets
to uMajama when you know she’s power hungry? Once that love she has
for you is gone… Uzoba broke lewei ulilo ku Monopoly. No Porsche. No M
powered BMW. No Thuso Phala. No iPhones or watches that don’t tick
tock.

Luphelo: yey Sundenza I stress wena.

Me: baby relax trust me. I won’t do that to you.

Reid: watsho u Delilah ku Samson phamkoba amsike I Dreads.

-that’s what Delilah said to Samson before she cut off his dreadlocks.

We all burst out laughing. Reid is so annoying.

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.

The squad played music just to set the vibe. We were behaving like this
was a weekend after the payday and this is what power and
accomplishment looks like. To be able to turn up on a

weekday with your friends in a different city whilst drinking thousands worth
of alcohol is a luxury that not many people have. We worked hard man. We
perservered. And we made it.

Luphelo: Dankie Blue Label.

Reid: Dankie Moet.

Lelethu: Dankie Remy.

Me: Dankie Hennessey.

We said as we all toasted with the bottles that were on the table and
laughed it out. I scratched my scalp.

Me: andi dikwe zezi braids. Baby ndicela undi khulule.

-I'm so tired of these braids. Baby please take them off.

Luphelo: okay let me fetch scissors. Two Mos baby?

Reid: make that four.

Me: ncoh thanks Reid mntase.

Reid: moja Illuminati.

I sulked as Reid laughed at me. He literally wasn't gonna let go of this

name. Luphelo came back with the scissors so we all worked to take my
braids off. Once my braids were off, Lelethu gave uLuphelo her hair food so
he applied it to my scalp and then he combed my hair to remove the
tangles.

Reid: I never thought I would live to see u Finisher wonke combing his
woman's hair.

Luphelo: ngu Mamekhaya lona fondin Misa inqondo.

He said as he kissed my forehead. He loves me so much.

Lelethu: Reid you have never done this for me bruh.

Reid: did I grow up watching uMamam doing people's hair? Maka Luphelo
worked at a salon ptsek so he knows these things. Yakwazi no frerha
lomntu.

Lelethu: why am I hearing this for the first time? Hlalumi?

I laughed.

Me: He literally asked me not to say anything njena.

Lelethu: u wrongo shame.

Luphelo: Reid let me teach you ke Njayam ubezi husband goals nawe.

Reid: Moja. Lelethu khulula i wig Siya kwazi umbi susokolisa.

-take off your wig we know you're ugly don't give us hassles.

We all burst out laughing.

Lelethu: umhle lomntu usando thetha?

-is the person who just spoke handsome?

Luphelo: azange aqalise samncama.

-he never was we gave up on him.

Reid nudged his shoulder while laughing. Luphelo passed the comb to his
friend and then he taught his friend how to plait his wife's hair. It was the
cutest thing in the world to watch two black married men Teach each other
how to be better husbands to their wives.

After the lesson was over, Lelethu and I ended up with a full head of plaited
hair by our husbands and Reid did amazingly for his first attempt. We were
all proud of him. So after admiring our new hair do's, we said our good
nights and then we all disappeared into our bedrooms.

I closed the door and Luphelo was already there, dick print pressed against
my ass and he wrapped his arms around me. He breathed down my neck
which he kissed. He was horny. I was horny too and the alcohol... It just
made things urgent.

Luphelo: Ndiyavuya ukbona Ntikazi.

-I'm happy to see you.

He confessed. His deep voice echoed in my ears.

Me: nam Ndiyavuya ukbona.

-I'm also happy to see you.

I said before he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss we shared before was
friendly. This one was more of a reflection of how much he missed me
although I wasn't gone for long. He put his tongue in my mouth and we
kissed passionately. His penis was swelling even more so I broke up the
kiss.

Luphelo: ikhona inxaki Ntomb' endi ncuma nayo?

-is there a problem my girlfriend?

Me: Soka lam ndiya cinga ukuba sagqhibela kudala ulala kunye ngoku
ndicela unga nxami xawuse mhlabeni wakho. Kalok Tiyeka intonga
okhomba ngayo inkulu.

-my boyfriend I'm thinking we haven't slept together in a long time so

please don't rush when you are on your land. The stick you point with is
big.

He tilted his head slightly and exhaled.

Luphelo: mhm. Sukubane xhala Mamu Jama.

-don't worry Mrs Jama.

He drove me crazy with that moan because he loves it when I compliment

his dick size so I pulled him closer to me and then I kissed him again. This
time we made our way to the bed where we made out passionately on the
bed. I was already wearing my pyjama so all that my husband did was to
pull my underwear down my legs and then he laid down on the bed. I knew
what he wanted so I climbed onto his face and then rode his face.

Me: Jammmma mhmm oh shit *panting* ahhh baby yeahhhh *whinces* I

like that yeah.... I like

that.

I said in exasperation. Luphelo was eating my pussy and then he would

neutralize the effect by kissing my pussy with his soft lips. I turned around
and shifted it into a 69 by sucking his dick which he likes and we both came
from each other's tongues. After the oral sex, I was on all fours with my
back slouched and then I allowed Luphelo to fuck me doggy style. He had
one leg on the floor and one on the bed and both of his hands were on my
butt cheeks.
Luphelo: mhm... Mhm...your ass is so fat I can't even fucking see you.

He said breathlessly between clenched teeth. I tried to reply but I couldn't

find a reply to that. I mean what do you say when your man tells you that
your ass is all he sees when he's fucking you doggy style? He came on my
ass and then we took a breather.

In the morning, I wore Luphelo's underwear and then wore his t-shirt before
taking uKumkani from his sleeper. He was awake but was still sleepy
hence he wasn't crying so I took him and fed him in the kitchen. I burped
him then Lelethu came to the kitchen and rolled her eyes when she saw
me.

Lelethu: ja.

Me: ja nawe.

Lelethu: have you?

I shook my head.

Me: Rolex.

It took her time to understand that I meant "timing". She nodded as

Kumkani burped.

Lelethu: iyhoo mahn yabhodla yena uTiyeka omncinci. i Little Finisher ke

yona. Baby 7 figures.

Kha flex'e sibone Kumkani.

I laughed as I kissed his forehead, I gave him his pacifier and then I carried
him on my back.
Lelethu: chomi let's make breakfast for our husband's kalok.

I yawned.

Me: I'm so tired but okay.

I said as I looked in the fridge and these MF's had so much food. It was
crazy.

Me: Lelethu Yinton uReid no Luphelo were they planning to leave and
never come back?

Grocery engaka?

Lelethu: mnk I'm not even surprised shame cos those men can eat.

Me: ewe chomi but 30 eggs? 2 l of oil. An entire 6 pack of milk? Look at the
meat... Hay hay they were planning on leaving us.

She laughed as Reid came out of the bedroom.

Reid: molweni.

He said before sniffing. He must have caught a cold. We greeted.

Me: Reid why do you and Luphelo have so much food? Were you even
planning on coming home?

Reid: my nigga and I were still contemplating.

Me: hehake.

I said as we all laughed. I love being around Reid and Lelethu. Everything
is funny when I'm around them. I used to think our friendship was about
money but it's really not. Money allows us to do the things we do together
but the root of the friendship is pure love. People who are brought together
by money alone never give one another opportunities to be better because
deep inside there is the pressure to be better than the other couple but our
friendship is not like that. We combine our heads and money for joint
business ventures. We give one another shares. We teach one another so
that the other can pass her board exams. We buy one another gifts.

We support and keep each other's secrets. That's what friendship is. We
also roast one another and treat each other like family. And for that I will
always be Reid and Lelethu's respective Stan.

Lelethu and I made breakfast whilst uLuphelo slept. He sleeps like a log
after getting good sex so I had to wake him up so that he could join us.

After breakfast, we took a shower and then we lotioned in our bedroom.

Luphelo was going to play golf with some business associate of his that he
wanted to introduce Reid to so he was in his full golfing strip and he looked
amazing. I straightened his collar and then kissed his lips. I just love how
his biceps pop out from his short sleeves.

Me: awusemhle.

-you're so handsome.

Luphelo: kwandiseyi embryo.

-ever since I was an embryo.

I giggled as I lay

My forehead against his chest. The guilt and the urgency to tell him about u
Simphiwe was acting up again but I couldn't tell him right now, in broad
daylight. I had to at least tell him when we're alone because I honestly don't
know how he's going to react and I want him to be free to chop my head off
if he wants to and I know he won't do that in the presence of Reid and
Lelethu. He will want to act like everything is fine when it's not fine.
Luphelo: uGrand?

I nodded.

Me: I just really don't know what I did to deserve a man like you.

Luphelo: u Lucky nyan Joe.

-you're really lucky.

We both smiled at one another and he leaned down to kiss my lips.

Luphelo: we're both lucky.

He said as he ran his fingers through the cornrows he did on my head last
night.

Luphelo: go do your hair. I want to be blown away when I come back.

Me: ufuna ndenze ntoni?

-what do you want me to do?

Luphelo: I don't know but... I love it when you have African hair do's. You
look really beautiful in everything but... African hairstyles make you look
every hotter.

Me: okay. I'll see.

He looked at the time so he kissed uKumkani and then he kissed me again.

Luphelo: ndiyakthanda Majama.

-I love you.

Me: I love you too Jama.

He kissed me for the last time before he walked out. I don't know how
many kisses I got from him this morning alone but I'm sure those kisses
would last a lifetime for a couple with no spark. Him and Reid walked out to
the G63 and left Lelethu and I alone with the baby.

Kumkani and I were together all day long because I took him with me to the
salon to do my hair. I went without uLelethu because I just needed time to
think and be alone. I also went to do my nails so when I came back home, I
went straight to bed although I had difficulty sleeping so Lelethu gave me
sleeping pills.

Reid and Luphelo returned later on in the evening at 17: 50 pm so Luphelo

came to sleep next to me. I heard him climb into bed next to me but I was
too weak to offer a reaction so I just continued sleeping until 19: 00 pm.
When I woke up, the house was quiet. Kumkani and Luphelo were playing
in the living room floor.

Luphelo: uvukile uMama boy. Akasemhle uMamakho. Hm? Ithi enkosi ku

Tata for uknika uMama omhle ngolu hlobo.

-Mommy is up boy. You're mother is so beautiful. Say thank you to Daddy

for giving you such a beautiful mother.

I giggled as I sat down on the mat opposite them. Luphelo had set up
Kumkani's train toy that has a track so Kumkani was admiring the train as it
went around its track. He's really got dope toys. Some are even too
advanced for his age.

Me: thank you baby. Where is uReid no Lelethu?

Luphelo: they went out. But you were sleeping so... I didn't want to wake
you up.

Me: oh.
He nodded. If I don't tell him now... I don't think I ever will. So I swallowed
and popped my fingers for courage.

Me: Butsolo Bentonga?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: uhm... We need to talk Ngcolosi.

Luphelo: about?

I swallowed.

Me: ngo Simphiwe.

I said as my eyes watered.

Luphelo: bhokwe yaphi leyo?

-where's that goat from?

I exhaled. He sensed the seriousness of this but he just wasn't about to let
himself believe it until he actually had all of the information. I wiped my
face.

Me: Luphelo... Ndicela ungandi shiyi.

-please don't leave me.

Luphelo: Ncumo... Thetha.

-talk.

He was anxious. It was making him lose his temper very quickly.

Me: Tiyeka uSimphiwe... I met him eclubin... Xplicit... When we went out no
Sihle... No Lelethu... Without rings and uhm...bendifuna Jama... So he... I...
We... I kinda... Look Jojo I don't know what happened... Then he started
following me... It became creepy... Then Luphelo... Baby I don't know... A
part of me... *breaks down* I was not used to wanting someone who isn't
you... I don't know how it happened Jama you have to believe me... So I
came here... Ngoba I can't fight this by myself... I need him to leave me
alone Luphelo and I figured... I figured if you know the truth...

I would be free... I hate liking someone else Luphelo I fucking hate it!!! But
he won't back the fuck off fuck it's so frustrating Luphelo because when I
married you I made vows and I don't know how the fuck this is happening.

I yelled and I didn't realise that my face was drowning in tears until I
stopped talking. I looked at u Luphelo and naye he was crying softly. He
wiped his face and then he sniffed.

Luphelo: so wena Hlalumi... Mfazi wam... You're developing feelings for

other men now? Is that what you're telling me?

Me: Luphelo I didn't mean to! Uyayazi nawe ukba you don't have a choice
with feelings. If you had a choice... Mna nawe... We wouldn't have been
together but they happen. And when they happen you can either let them
grow like a disease or you can fight them and I'm fighting right now. Lo
Simphiwe isn't worth me risking my family and Luphelo mna I love you and
hiding this from you is what is gonna make this disease grow. I think
honesty was the best thing for us cos I really can't do this all by myself
otherwise I will keep falling into this trap and I don't want that. I want you... I
want uKumkani.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: ndizok buza umbuzo Hlalumi... Have you given lento le anything
that belongs to me?

-I'm going to give you a question.

Me: never.

I said as I shook my head frantically.

Luphelo: have you ever cheated on me?

Me: no.
He exhaled before looking down.

Luphelo: this shit hurts Hlalumi. Other women turn me on ndiyavuma but as
for having feelings? That shit has never happened to me so I'm struggling
to understand how the fuck that's possible... But...but Hlalumi at least you
had the decency to own up and say it because you don't want to ruin our
marriage (wipes tears)... And if sinoy bamba njalo we'll never be apart. Cos
ke Kakade that's the end goal. You're human I guess. And thank you for
choosing me. You could have ran off with my assets niyoba happy nale
bhokwe but you chose me so it's not about the money (sniffs)...ndiyabulela
I suppose.

-thank you.

Me: enkosi Mqocwa. Enkosi Zikhali... Tiyeka, ndiyabulela Ngcolosi.

Sthandwa sam I will always choose you. I'm sorry I fucked up but you're my
home. My love for you will always reign supreme if it's not you I don't want
it. Awuyazi Mqocwa ukba indi vuyisa njani into yoxolelwa nguwe I don't
ever want to lose you. Uyintliziyo yam Luphelo ndiyakthanda. Ndicela uxolo
but trust me this will never happen again. For the life of me if it does I will
let you know first thing so we can deal with it because secrets breed
disaster. I don't want to step out of our marriage I'm happy here.

Luphelo: I just need one thing from you ngoku so we can put this shit
behind us. Ndifuna uybona le bhokwe. Can we do that?

-I want to see this goat.

Me: uhm... Okay. Yeah if that's what you want.

Luphelo: okay.

He said as he got up and then he went to the bathroom to get toilet paper
for us. It felt like an entire load has been lifted off my shoulders and
honestly I thank uQamata for the understanding my husband has given me.
He knows that if he had bitten my head off, he would never receive the
truth from me again and that's why he decided to force himself to
understand although deep down he doesn't.
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He gave me some toilet paper which I thanked him for and then he sat
down next to uKumkani again. He then took his son and placed him on his
lap and I watched in admiration my husband being the father I have always
needed. I'm truly blessed to have this kind of man in my bed. His
understanding is above and beyond what's considered normal and I will
never take that for granted. Luphelo is truly something special he just
knows how to love a woman unconditionally and still be the Finisher.
Because even after witnessing him cry over me I still live in fear that one
day he will realise he's too good for me and leave me. We were sitting in
silence and I needed to break the ice for us. I didn't know what to say.

Me: Phelo?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: are you okay?

Luphelo: ndi depressed.

-I'm.

I exhaled. At least he was being honest about it instead of trying to display

toxic masculinity by pretending to be fine. Luphelo teaches me something
every single day. One would assume that the man who doesn't cry and
refuses to forgive his woman for being attracted to another man is the
bigger man but this man right here who is quietly wiping his face whilst his
son is on his lap is in actual fact the bigger man. I respect a man who can
face his problems at home.

Me: nam ndi depressed. So siyafana.

-I'm also depressed. So we're the same.

He smiled.

Luphelo: masibe depressed kunye kalok.

-lets be depressed together.

The tears fell from my eyes and I wiped them while looking away.

Me: I hate hurting your feelings. I just wanna protect you all the time
because I know you're sensitive.

He inhaled.

Luphelo: marrying you made me vulnerable Ntikazi.

Me: marrying you made me strong Jama.

We looked at one another before Luphelo got up and then he held out his
hand. I took it and he pulled me up before hugging me. He kissed my
temple and I kissed his cheek. We were both emotional but yena uKumkani
didn't see all of that. He was just enjoying being in the company of his
parents like he always does.

Me: baby let's go to bed please. I don't want oFaliso to arrive and find us
like this.
Luphelo: okay. I'll clear up i toys zika Kumkani and then-

Me: ziyeke ndizi qoqoshe-

-let me clear them up-

Luphelo: Hlalumi!

Me: Luphelo! I'm not fucking losing you!!

Luphelo: and I'm not losing you either Hlalumi!!

We both exhaled and then we calmed down. We then both packed

Kumkani's toys and then we went to the bedroom where we put our son
down and Luphelo changed his son's diaper. He's

really good at this. Once he was done, we put our son down and then we
locked the door. We just wanted to be alone. So I put my head on his chest
whilst he wrapped his arm around me and we stared into the dark. I could
tell we still hadn't gotten over those emotions because neither of us had
stopped crying and it wasn't even about uSimphiwe anymore... We just
didn't wanna lose each other. And we came so close that it just made us
emotional.

Me: Phelo?

Luphelo: heh?

Me: do you ever feel like the way we love each other is dangerous?

Luphelo: ubuza kwa lomntu unikezele nge assets zakhe emfazini?

-you're asking the person who gave away his assets to his wife?

I giggled and he laughed as well. He's got an amazing laughter. It makes a

beautiful sound.
Me: I will sign them back to you baby. Just to show you it's not why I'm
here.

Luphelo: Mamakhe... I suppose deep inside I was convinced you love

money and power over me but seeing you crying like that over me when
you have everything showed me that I was wrong. I'm sorry I doubted you.

Me: moja.

He giggled as he wrapped his arms around me tighter.

Luphelo: Kumkani ungaze uthande umntu boy kuyanyeka apha Rha.

-don't ever love someone it's shitty over here.

I giggled.

Me: ha.a baby sumnqanda myeke nathi zange sinqandwe ngabazali.

-no baby don't warn him we also weren't warned by our parents.

Luphelo: ndim yeke azibonele ne baby?

-I should let him see for himself?

Me: nqo.

-exactly.

Luphelo: cos Hehay jonga ndibawela uku google'isha "how to be fine"

ngoku.

-cos look I wanna Google "how to be fine" now.

I burst out laughing.

Me: sabu "how to stop crying baby".

Luphelo: jonga bruh ndi bawela u Google'isha "why me".

-look I want to Google "why me".

I died on his chest as we just laughed the pain away.

Me: I love you Mqocwa.

Luphelo: I love you more baby.

He said as we listened to music just to distract us from the deeper

underlying issues and it worked.

Luphelo was not in bed with me when I woke up in the morning so I did our
bed and then I went to the living room where uReid no Lelethu were playing
iXbox one on the couch. It was raining.

Me: bo Faliso have you seen my husband?

Reid: asiyazi la marshmallow yakho iyephi but uphumile.

-we don't know where your marshmallow went but he's out.

Me: Marshmallow?

Reid: ewe.

Lelethu: he's roasting him for being emotional Illuminati duh.

I laughed.

Me: zuymele xana la Marshmallow iku bambile.

-you should stand for it when that Marshmallow touches you.

Reid: asoze ndilwe no Luphelo mna. Andiphambenanga.

-I will never fight with Luphelo. I'm not crazy.

Lelethu: Seyo turn off.

She said as she gave him the elbow. I went back to my bedroom when I
heard uKumkani crying and then I took my phone to call uLuphelo whilst
making Kumkani's formula. Luphelo picked up.

Luphelo: baby?

Me: Tiyeka uphi?

-where are you?

Luphelo: I went for a jog.

Me: hay baby buya it's raining.

Luphelo: I didn't even realise that. Ndizo buya.

-I'm going to come back.

Me: you didn't rea...okay buya Jama.

Luphelo: yeah.

Me: sure.

He hung up and I couldn't understand how he could miss the fact that it
was raining. I fed uKumkani and then I burped him. Then we went to take a
bath without his father who came back to the house topless and wet. He
looked so sexy that even u Lelethu couldn't take it.

Lelethu: ha.a ingapha kwam lento ndiybonayo ngoku mna. Mandi hambe.

-no what I'm seeing is beyond me now. Let me leave.

She said as she walked to her bedroom and then hid.

Reid: awuna skipa fondin?

-don't you have a shirt?

Luphelo: Buzo nxiba iskipa ukba bunje? You wouldn't even know how to
behave if you had my body.

-would you wear a shirt if you were like this?

Reid: life isn't fair cos I eat healthier than you but you have steel abs and
mna I have a potbelly.

He said as I went to fetch a warm towel for uLuphelo.

Me: uzobane fever Jama. Ndizok galelela amanzi ovasa amashushu so

you can relax and then I will put the heater on for you.

-you're gonna have a fever. I'm gonna pour hot bathwater for you.

Luphelo: okay. But we're leaving today.

Me: leaving? Why?

Luphelo: baby I'm sick of being here.

Me: Luphelo can we please just stay for a couple of days please?

Luphelo: Hlalumi I wanna go home, okay?

Me: This is about la bhokwe andithi Jama?

Luphelo: no. Ndifuna ugoduka.

-I want to go home.

I exhaled before going to the bathroom to run his bathwater for him. I was
prepared to bath him myself but he was to cut our trip short so he can sort
himself out. I packed mine and Kumkani's bag and left his unpacked to
show him that I don't want to leave and then I went to the kitchen to make
food.
.

Luphelo got dressed and then he packed his own bag. He didn't even ask
me why I didn't pack his bag because he knew I would tell him I don't want
to leave. So he came to the living room and he sat next to me on the couch
and crossed his legs. He was wearing a blue Tom Ford tracksuit with black
Gucci flat sneakers. I love it when he wears tracksuits. Ya'll don't
understand what justice they do to this body.

Luphelo: baby ndi lambile.

-I'm hungry.

Me: good to know.

Lelethu: Hlalumi why une cheek fondin? Ngu boss wakho lona.

-this is your boss.

Luphelo: qondile Lelethu mntase.

Me: ufuna sihambe namhlanje uLuphelo njema ulibele ku basela wena.

-Luphelo wants us to leave today while you're busy enticing.

Lelethu: haibo why?

Luphelo: ndi dikiwe kuba lapha fondin sesi thethile Mos

Nalomjita we got the advice we wanted there's no reason to stay.

-I'm tired of being here we have spoken to this guy.

Reid: Luphelo besivumelene ukuba kuzo hanjwa Thursday. So sizo hamba
Thursday you aren't gonna fucking change plans as you please. Phola
Hlalumi.

-we agreed that we're gonna leave on Thursday.

Luphelo: bendithe mna no Hlalumi are leaving you two can stay Akukho
nxaki.

-I said Hlalumi and I are leaving... There's no problem.

Reid: Luphelo why do you want to leave bruh? I don't understand.

Luphelo: I just wanna go home qha bawo.

He said as he got up and then he went to make his own food.

Luphelo wasn't in the best of moods today but I appreciated him for
concealing our issues and for not making it obvious to Lelethu and Reid
that we were going through shit. Him and I have a deal that we never really
discussed but it's tacit I suppose and the rule is... We fight like Brock
Lesnar and Braun Strawman behind closed doors but in front of people
we're Cardi B and Offset. In front of people we should never let our cracks
show.

Reid begged uLuphelo to reconsider leaving so soon and Luphelo finally

gave in and I was beyond happy about that so the squad decided to have
dinner at the Grand Life Cafe and I took uKumkani with me although u
Lelethu carried my baby for me just to help take the load off me. I
appreciated that so the squad had an amazing, stress-free and romantic
double date that we ladies ended up paying for.

Once we were done, we ended up going to the beach and I really didn't
expect it to be so packed at the beach in the middle of the week but it was
and there was a group of men and a few women drinking next to us as we
chilled and discussed our business plans. Everyone else was sitting down
but I was standing so this guy from the other car came to approach me.

Him: Molo sisi.

Me: Molo bhuti.

I always greet benevolently because not everyone wants you some people
approach people for different reasons.

Him: sisi oko ndiku jongile njema ndihleli phana Ndaqhonda mandike ndize
ndizo ncokola nawe.

-sis I have been looking at you all along since I was sitting over there and I
thought I should come and speak to you.

Luphelo: bhuda ngowam lona. Ndicela umyeke.

-this one is mine. Please leave her alone..

Him: fondin akhomntu ungowomntu kude kungene inkomo.

-no one is anyone's until the cows come in.

Luphelo was getting irritated.

Luphelo: sitshatile nalo sisi. Kuze bumjonga buqabada ezinye indawu away
bona i ring?

-the sis and I are married. When you were looking at her did you skip other
places and didn't see the ring?

The guy giggled.

Him: mxm khayeke fondin wena ndisa thetha apha-

-just let it go man I'm still speaking here.

My husband exhaled before he undid his belt in the quickest manner I have
ever seen him take it off and then he grabbed that guy by with collar,
brought him closer to him and then he beat the hell out of him with the belt.
It was truly the most bizaar thing in the world to watch a grown man being
beaten by another grown man with a belt. And I'm sure it must have been
humiliating to that guy to be beaten like that and to have screamed through
the entire assault. Once Luphelo was done with him he pushed him back
and the guy fell on his ass whilst crying. Even his own squad laughed at the
shit that happened to him. Lelethu and I have always expressed our
appreciation for men who can come out victorious in a fight but I have
never witnessed anything sexier than to watch my man discipline another
man like that and he didn't even break sweat.

Luphelo: ptsek suqhela Kwedin yazi ndawu yakho uzazi types zakho
mnqundu plita i cherrie ene Benz utshayiwe?

-piss off boy know your place and know your types you ass you're asking
out women with a Benz's are you crazy?

He asked as he sipped his shot nonchalantly. That "boy" is his age but
Luphelo couldn't care less.

A woman who was part of that guy's squad looked at Luphelo and tried to
wave at him but I caught her just as she was putting her hand up.

Me: haike wena ungakulinge uthi kunqandwa enye uthi gqhi ne yakho. Ngu
myeni wam lona.

-don't you dare start your own thing when one thing is being stopped. This
is my husband.

I said as Lelethu laughed at me.

Lelethu: hehay jonga nina ningu life fuck.

-no look ya'll are life.

Reid: Heke Jama asisalwi nezi ntwana ngoku sithatha ngo faka i bhanti qha
siqeqeshe.
-we don't fight with these boys anymore we just give them the belt and
discipline.

Luphelo: qondile.

He said but I was just imagining what Luphelo is gonna do to uSimphiwe

because he was only taking his anger out on this guy... Imagine what he's
gonna do when he meets his real problem.

Insert 139: Bubbliey Tshegofatso Mocumi II

We ate and then Reid asked us to move because he wanted to meet

someone at the V & A Waterfront so Luphelo did the driving but Reid sat on
the passenger seat next to him since I wanted to relax eBackseat no
Kumkani. When we arrived there, we waited in the parking bay while Reid
looked at the time.

Luphelo: fondin umhle lomntu simlindeleyo?

-bruh is this person we’re waiting for beautiful?

I truly don’t know where uLuphelo got this question. ♀

Reid: umhle kunawe into endiyaziyo.

-the person is more attractive than you that’s all I know.

Luphelo: bendi funa u Yes or No qha.

-I just wanted a yes or no.

He said as he sulked. I giggled because u Reid truly knows how to get

under my husband’s skin. That’s how I know that Reid really means a lot to
uLuphelo because not everyone can say they have the luxury of getting
under Luphelo’s skin under normal circumstances.

Reid: xolo ke Njayam. Yayazi Mos umhle wena.

-I’m sorry. You know you’re handsome.

Luphelo: kwakwi first trimester?

-ever since the first trimester?

Reid: oko umhle kwakwi stage zokqhala zobomi.

-you’ve been handsome since the first stages of life.

We burst out laughing. This is the difference between white people and
Xhosa people:

White people: you look handsome Bob.

Bob: thank you buddy.

Xhosa people: umhle fondin Jama.

Jama: kwakwi first trimester. ♀

Xhosa people just always want to stretch things for no reason at all.

Reid received a call from the person he wanted to meet up with so him and
Luphelo walked out and left Lelethu and I in the car with uKumkani.

Lelethu: chomi I take it you told u Finisher hence umntana bantu at the
beach had to be whipped in front of everyone.

Me: we both know he would have done that anyway Lelethu whether I told
him about Simphiwe or not. Lamntu was being disrespectful.

Lelethu: yeah but uLuphelo believes in quick fixes. One slap and a
“suqhela Kwedin” would have been enough but that humiliation? That’s not
uJama and nawe you know that. I’m just afraid of what’s gonna happen
when he gets to PE.

I exhaled.

Me: you’re stressing me out bruh cos ufuna umbona uSimphiwe.

-he wants to see Simphiwe.

Lelethu: yaphela I pretty face ka Phiwe. Aw Phelo no Phiwe. Abantu abaka

Hlalumi. Jonga you have a refined taste in men.

I laughed.

Me: ptsek. Let’s just not talk about this anymore.

Lelethu: moja.

I rolled my eyes as our husband’s came back. That was quite quick. They
climbed into the car and then explained that they were there to get the
number of suppliers for everything that we will need to get our farm up and
running. So Luphelo started the car and then he drove us back to our
temporary home.

.
.

We got home and then uReid took uKumkani to play with him. Luphelo’s
friends really love uKumkani. The first thing they always compliment is his
adorable face, then they move on to his tranquil and quiet personality and
last but not least, his inheritance. So he’s got all these different nicknames
from his father’s friends that are quite funny.

Reid: guys we need to put uKungawo no Kumkani in the same school.

Me: That would be so cute. But which one?

Reid: Grey High School.

Luphelo: boys school? Ifebe nini ntwana yam ke ngoku? Fondin funeka athi
u teacher efundisa ibe isandla sika Kumkani sise pentini yomntu.

-when must my boy be touchy Feely? When the teacher teaches Kumkani’s
hand must be in someone’s panty.

Me: mnk yho Luphelo you love pussy myeni wam. It’s sad.

Luphelo: what’s sad is how you keep giving me yours even when I don’t
ask for it.

I giggled as Reid and Lelethu hyped the moment.

Me: mxm okay shot Finisher.

He giggled as he took some yogurt from the fridge and then he sat down on
the couch next to me. He then ate the yogurt without a spoon as we
watched The Queen.

Reid: makhona amacephe.

-spoons are available.

Luphelo: usatya I yogurt nge cephe Njayam u Lelethu will never cum when
you go down on her.

-if you’re still using spoons to eat yogurt.

We giggled as Reid obviously asked for another demonstration about how

to perform cunnilingus and Luphelo gave it to him by sucking and licking
the yogurt cup dry. The things he was doing with his tongue was so
arousing. I got turned on just by watching him doing the things he usually
does to me with his tongue. He ended his demonstration by kissing the
inside of his now squashed cup like he usually kisses my pussy.

Lelethu: wow. Jonga you guys need to release a “how to fuck” book
ninga rich.

-you would be rich.

Luphelo: we would be richer mntase Misa inqondo we are already at that

level.

Lelethu: oh Jama you know what I mean ptsek. But hay jonga guys thank
you for always being down to give us sex tips to help improve our marriage.
It means a lot.

Reid: manyan guys. Thank you.

Me: nathi guys we are also grateful for being people we can talk to when
we have issues. The support you give us is amazing. Thanks guys.
Marriage is not easy but ke when you have the right friends around it can
be easier. So thanks guys.

Lelethu: group hug?

Me: group hug!

We all gathered to join one huge group hug that ended in laughter.

.
.

We went to bed and then woke up in the morning. Luphelo woke up first
and his abusive ass woke me up too.

Me: hm?!

Luphelo: vuka (kiss) nam (kiss) ndi (kiss) vu (kiss) ki (kiss) le (kiss).

-wake up I’m also up.

Me: how’s that my problem Kodwa baby yazbona ke?

I asked as I groaned and he smiled. I kissed him.

Luphelo: I’m sorry.

Me: it’s okay. Akalambanga owam umyeni?

-is my husband hungry?

Luphelo: khambuze ngokwakho.

-ask him yourself.

I rolled my eyes and he giggled because he wanted me to be direct about

the fact that he is my husband and not any other man in this world.

Me: Myeni wam?

-my husband?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: ulambile Tiyeka?

-are you hungry?

Luphelo: yeah.
Me: okay. Nzoyokwenzela Intoyo kutya ke.

-I’m gonna make something for you to eat.

Luphelo: enkosi baby.

Me: sure. I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

We kissed and then he allowed me to get up so that I could make his food
in the kitchen. Maybe it’s just me but this Simphiwe thing has brought
Luphelo and I closer because giving into temptation is easy. You just do
what you really want and then you keep it as a secret because you know
“what they don’t know won’t hurt them” but what’s extremely difficult in life
is to resist temptation and to do what’s right by the one you love. And I
believe that’s why Luphelo and I’s marriage will last forever. It’s because
every challenge we go through only brings us closer together instead of
pushing us further apart.

I made breakfast for everyone and then I dished up before calling the
squad to come get their food. They thanked me, we ate and then we
prepared to leave. Our flight was for 19:00 pm tonight.

The weather in Cape Town was so beautiful. It was almost as if it never

rained in the morning of yesterday so all four of us hit the pool. Lethu and I
were in our bathing suits and our men were in their boxers. Reid wore a
tank top to hide his insecurities.

Luphelo: ndim ndodwa one flat stomach apha. Ninga ndi thakathi torho
xolweni.
-I’m the only one with a flat stomach here. Please don’t be witch me I’m
sorry.

We laughed.

Me: baby please be humble nje for one day? Please?

Lelethu: chomi buyela ku Herbalife umnyise.

-friend go back to Herbalife and fuck him up.

Me: ha.a nxaki niyamazi ubanomsindo xandi plitwa.

-no problem is he gets angry when I get asked out.

Luphelo: mayicace andi lasanga kwi Lobola lakho fondin.

-it must be obvious I didn’t go 50/50 on your dowry.

Lelethu: Luphelo don’t be mad at me but I just wanna know… Why do you
wanna meet uSimphiwe?

Luphelo: nje.

He shrugged.

Reid: bruh ubethe umntu Wabantu nge bhanti just for talking to u Hlalumi.
Bekselaphi someone who kept persisting and shit.

-dude you beat someone with a belt just for speaking to Hlalumi.

Luphelo drank his shot. He looks so hot when he’s raising a glass with his
left hand.

Luphelo:

Lamntu wasn’t just talking he was disrespecting me you know I don’t like to
be disrespected by amakhwenkwe.
-by boys.

Reid: bekwi 30’s lamntu fondin.

-that person was in his 30’s.

Luphelo: makayeke uqaba I Revlon anti aging cream ke cos uzaz khabisa
ngam ngenxa yala baby face yakhe.

-he must stop applying Revlon anti aging cream because him and his baby
face will be kicked by me.

Me: Tiyeka please don’t be violent when you speak to-

Luphelo: oh une worry ngaye?

Me: no I’m not worried about him Zembe I’m just worried about you and
trying to make sure you won’t get into trouble cos Andazi… He might press
charges or something I don’t know.

Luphelo: Hlalumi uthe kum he’s making it hard for you because he keeps
following you around. So when there’s a man following my wife what must I
do? Slide in his dm’s and ask him to leave you alone? Ndim Whatsappele
and send him a VN on some “khayeke uMkam mahn bruh”. I’m not some
lunatic who just goes around beating everyone up qha xandi thetha naye
Maka mamele or kanye uzoyazi texture ye bhanti lam..

-but when I speak to him he must listen or he’s going to know the texture of
my belt.

Reid: gqhiba ushaye I Thuso Phala njayam.

-then you hit the Thuso Phala.

We all laughed as Luphelo and Reid bumped their glasses.

Luphelo: shot.
He said as he took his drink to the head. They were having so much fun
while I carried uKumkani on my chest who was playing with my braids while
his pacifier was in his mouth.

Lelethu: guys this whole thing makes me realise that so many marriages
would have been saved if people let go of certain toxic ideologies that they
have about marriage and if they let go of their prides cos I legit thought u
Finisher was gonna lose his damn mind over this. I mean nyani… Being
married doesn’t mean you will only be attracted to one person.. You can’t
help that feeling but you can help your reaction towards that feeling. If
you’re weak you will follow it but if not… You will do your best to not follow
it I guess.

Luphelo: yeah maybe I would have thought so too nam if I didn’t have
women throwing themselves at me because I know how hard it is to walk
away. So I appreciate my wife for being able to walk away… It’s not easy.
And I just wanted to encourage honesty in our marriage… Also I know I’m
possessive but uHlalumi is still her own person responsible for her own
happiness. So she still has a right to leave me and be with whoever makes
her happy cos ke you only have one life so mna I’m just happy ukba she
still wants to be with me so yeah.

He said as he put his bottom lip inside his mouth and then looked at me.
He’s so handsome.

Me: sakthandi.

-I love you.

Luphelo: suzulisa izand ncamise.

-don’t beat around the bush let me kiss.

Me: undbhaqile.

-you caught me.

I said as we giggled and then kissed.

Lelethu: Ncoooh.

She said as my husband and I kissed and then he ended it off by kissing
my cheek. After that, we continued having fun and took pictures for
Instagram. Luphelo posted a picture of him and Reid’s bodies which he
posted on WhatsApp and captioned “what you ordered online vs what you
got in the mail”. Reid is still looking for a comeback.

Once we were done hanging out in the pool, we went back to the house to
play with uKumkani. I have never met a baby who likes to laugh quite like
uKumkani. It’s so adorable. He laughs and kicks his feet to show his
happiness and I truly feel blessed to have such a baby. He’s so quiet and
all happy and all adorable it’s really a blessing to have a non troublesome
baby.

The time was now 17: 00 so we prepared to go to the airport so we could

have dinner there.

So we all got dressed and then we went to the airport. We ate dinner at
Primi Piatti so I needed to use the bathroom. I went there alone and I
checked my phone. I had 3 missed calls from uSihle and I was on time to
catch her 4th.

Me: hello?

Sihle: Ncumo?

Me: hey.

Sihle: chomi have you told uTanci about uSimphiwe?

I exhaled. Me: yes why?

Sihle: does he want him?

Me: Sihle I-

Sihle: relax I’m on your side here. uSimphiwe… he changed his number so
that you won’t find him but yena he thinks we’re beefing so when you come
back I will tell you where he is.

I exhaled.

Me: why are you doing this when you ratted me out kuye just the other day
and told him my plans?

Sihle: if you don’t appreciate that I’m helping you ngoku then good bye
Ncumo.

She said before hanging up so I exhaled, urinated and then I went back to
my husband and to my friends. After we were done eating, we went to
check in and then boarded our first class flights which are so spacious.
They are quiet and just overall bliss. The food served is amazing as well so
we had to wait while the safety checks were done and then we could take
off. Luphelo and I took the last window seat and uKumkani was in his
seater.

Luphelo: are you okay?

Me: yeah… Wena?

He nodded. I smiled seductively.

Me: can I suck your dick?

I whispered and he smiled.

Luphelo: usabuza? Izapha.

-you’re still asking? Come here.

He said as he pulled his zipper down and pulled his penis out for me to
suck. We’re such rebels. ♀
.

Insert 140: Billie Ily

We finally landed in Port Elizabeth and then we all got our bags from the
conveyor belt and then we put them in our cars which we left at the airport.

Luphelo & I: bye bye'in misunu.

Reid & Lelethu: bye bye'in minqundu.

We all laughed as we gave each other hugs. We climbed into our cars and
then Luphelo drove his wife's Mercedes and naye uReid drove his wife's
BMW. Goals if you ask me. My husband played Boys II Men's "Never"
through the aux. The song along with the beauty of the night got me.
Adulting can be so beautiful when done right. When done with people who
are mature, selfless and are on the same mission as you.

Me: I had so much fun eKapa baby. Kumnandi uhlala nala couple shame.

-it's nice to stay with that couple.

Luphelo: yeah. I don't know why mna no Reid thought we could have a
good time without wena no Lelethu.

I giggled.

Me: niyaphapha kalok. Kodwa baby admit it. Lelethu and I are damn dope
wives. Admit it. We're the best in the game. Inja ze game. Independent
boss bitches who give birth and then get back to business. Intwezi nxiba
ama dhaki ne Rolex.

-things that wear traditional clothing with Rolexes.

He looked at me and scoffed.

Luphelo: you're that wife that my side chick would go broke trying to
imitate... If I had one phof but ke Mabhebheza uyayazi wena ungamanzi
mna ndili bucket ndi gcwele.

-but Mabhebheza you know you're water and I'm a bucket I'm full.

I giggled as he played Thee Legacy's "Sthandwa sam".

Me: Hehay jonga Tiyeka ndiyakthanda mntuwam andikwazi noyinceda.

-look Tiyeka I love you my person I can't even help it.

Luphelo: uthando lwethu yi trap baby. What if usebenza undercover for

ukundi nyisa Joe?

-our love is a trap. What if you're working undercover to fuck with me?

I giggled.

Me: haike then I did a bad job cos ndi bambeke umna self joe.

He took my hand and then he kissed it.

Luphelo: happily married?

Me: qondile.
I said as I fist bumped with my man as we continued listening to the music
in the car on our way home.

Our baby was not willing to fall asleep at all he was restless and naye
uLuphelo was determined to imitate uKumkani.

Kumkani: *screams*

Luphelo: *screams*

Kumkani: *blows bubbles*

Luphelo: *blows bubbles*

Me: haike haike Jama Tyhini. Nguwe lona umenza worse uKumkani.

-you're making Kumkani worse.

Luphelo: ukxelele lonto yena?

-did he tell you that?

Me: mxm. Uyanxola qha.

-you're making a noise.

I said as I went to the en suite to take a shower. I had fun in Cape Town but
it was good to be at home with my son and my husband. After taking a
shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and then returned back to the
bedroom to lotion.

Me: funeka ndi phonele uMarhadebe ndimxelele sibuyile.

-I have to call Marhadebe and tell her we're back.

Luphelo: hm okay.

He said as he took pictures of me in my towel. I didn't mind.

Me: qha she's annoying Luphelo because it's like she doesn't respect me
just because I'm young. Like okay sure I'm 22 but still... Respect is a 2 way
street Mos Jama. Yena she just brings over her grandchildren and her
daughter without letting me know.

Luphelo: uyaqhela.

-she's disrespectful.

I exhaled.

Me: I'm boring you with this conversation ne?

Luphelo: yes baby ndiy ntoni kwi ntoze maids mna?

-what am I to maid things?

Me: okay fine ke baby ndithule.

-I'm quiet.

I said as I climbed into bed with him and Kumkani and then we took selfies
together. Kumkani was even smiling in most of them. He's so adorable.
Luphelo then took pictures of Kumkani and I and he posted one which he
captioned "family yakho nayo inje or Ndiyeke uchuku?" ♀

-is your family also like this or must I stop this conflict?

I took a screenshot of his WhatsApp status and then posted it On my

WhatsApp and captioned it "umyeni endi tshate naye". My mom texted me.

Mommy:
Me: lavuka igqwirha elikhulu.

-the biggest witch woke up.

Mommy: no like Ndenzba such redundancy. You can't have a husband you
aren't married to.

Me: Mama ndi happy.

Mommy: I'm happy for you Sthandwa sam. ❤ ❤

Me: thanks mommy. ❤ ❤

Mommy: ❤

I put my phone down and then I took uKumkani and then I tried to put him
to sleep and he gave me the most gangster look in the world as if he was
telling me that yena he isn't gonna fall asleep for no one. I burst out
laughing.

Me: haike Tiyeka uMini Finisher won't fall asleep. So we have to sleep with
him namhlanje.

Luphelo: msapha.

-give him here.

I gave him to his father who rubbed his sons back.

Luphelo: hay kalok nyana Yinton na? Khalale kalok kuze uTatakho azo
fumana i mpundu Yinton na umoshela uDaddy? Subay enemy kalok. Don't
stab me in the back.

-no son what now? Sleep so that your dad can get some ass. Don't ruin
things for daddy. Don't be an enemy.

I laughed. "Don't be an enemy". "Don't stab me in the back". All of this just
for ass? He sang for his son who eventually yawned because of his Dad's
soothing voice and then he fell asleep. Once he was put down, Luphelo
fulfilled his purpose by fucking me until I seriously considered giving my
father money for chemo. That's how happy his dick made me. Luphelo has
a dick that can make you want to mend fences and allow water under a
bridge to flow.

My husband's voice was the first thing I heard in the morning.

Luphelo: yeah it's LJ... I can't take a case right now I'm still in the middle of
a heavyweight right now...we're halfway but what I can do is meet up with
the accused and then perhaps waiting for bail and a trial date will buy us
enough time so that I could be available... Yeah... Look I'm not cheap so I
need you to be prepared prior to us meeting to avoid us wasting one
another's time because the more the evidence points to my client the more
expensive it will be for me to represent ... Alright next time please call my
office okay... Cool... Bye.

He said before exhaling and then put his phone down.

Me: "look I'm not cheap so I need you to be prepared". Aw Butsolo

Bentonga.

Luphelo: khayeke Hlalumi.

He said as he laughed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and then I
hugged his back from behind and put my hands on his bare chest. I kissed
his neck.

Me: you smell so good.

Luphelo: I don't even have cologne on.

Me: I know. I'm in love with your natural body scent.

He turned to look at me so we kissed. His lips so soft and the texture is like
velvet. I'm in love.

Luphelo: funeka ndi phangele baby.

-I have to go to work.

Me: no you don't.

Luphelo: yes I do.

I sniffed.

Me: okay let me make breakfast ke.

Luphelo: okay.

He said and then he kissed me. I got up and then went to the kitchen to get
started on his food. I made a pizza burger for him and I made it from
scratch because I had time. My man showed up downstairs after about a
half an hour so I served him his food. He thanked me with a kiss.

Luphelo: Majama?

Me: hm?

Luphelo: uhlala phi?

-where does he live?

He exhaled.

Me: I don't know-

Luphelo: andizoba nomsindo if you have been at his place just let me
know.

-I won't be angry.
Me: Jama I don't know where he lives I swear. He said he lives eBluewater
Bay but I don't know where phana.

He exhaled.

Me: but I will find out.

Luphelo: okay.

He turned quiet after that and just focused on eating his food. I looked at
his free hand and it was balled into a fist to express his internal intentions.
Once he was done eating, he drank his soda and then I took his plate.

Luphelo: bye bye baby.

Me: bye sthandwa sam. Be safe... I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said as we hugged and then he kissed my forehead. I fixed his clothes

with my hands and honestly there is never anything wrong with Luphelo's
clothes. I just want to touch him. He walked away and my heart broke when
he left.

I called uSihle when uLuphelo left. She picked up.

Sihle: yeah?

Me: ndicela i address ka Simphiwe?

-can I please have Simphiwe's address?

Sihle: chomi he's got camera's in his place. Just... I will tell him you two
need me to look after your
Mansion and then I need him to stay the night with me.

Me: will he believe it?

Sihle: ewe... He's very gullible.

Me: wow. ♀ Okay. Let me know how it goes.

Sihle: okay.

Me: Sihle what did he do to you? Please let me know.

Sihle: Ncumo this isn't about me ngoku okay? You were right qha that's all
you need to know. I hope you're happy.

She said before hanging up and I exhaled.

Me: Fuuuuuuuuck I'm tired of paying for this shit!!!

I said as I almost threw my phone but I remembered it's on contract lol still
have 9 months to go. But honestly Lord knows I'm tired. I love Sihle and I
know she loves me..

But we're both sucking the life out of one another and we both can't pull the
plug of our friendship because we have become so used to each other that
life would seem distorted without one another present.

I heard a knock on the door and it was uMarhadebe who came with
Luphelo's mother.

Me: molweni Ma.

They greeted.

Ma: Hlalumi ndiqhonde ndibawela isihoyo namhlanje Ndaqhonda mandize

ku molokazana wam ake andi Nike i massage. Kalok ndiku zalele umyeni
one 7 figures Yaqhonda? Umyeni ongaku Niki nxaki. Umyeni omhoyayo
umntanakhe ade amhoye yedwa. Or kanye ndiya xoka Hlalumi?
-Hlalumi I thought I want attention today. So I thought I should come to my
daughter in law so she can give me a massage. Because I birthed a
husband with 7 figures for you you understand? A husband who doesn't
give you problems. A husband who looks after his child and even looks
after him alone.. Or am I lying Hlalumi?

Me: hay Ma awuxoki.

-no Ma you aren't lying.

Ma: heke... Ndilale phi?

-where should I rest?

Me: the couch will be fine... You can recline as well.

Ma: ha.a ndifuna la room yenu ndizokuba kufuphi ne bathroom ndizo Vasa
ngeza bath stones or salts yey Andazi Andazi nzobona phambili.

-no I want that room of yours so I can be close to those bath stones or salts
hey I don't know I don't know I will see ahead.

She said as she led the way upstairs to our bedroom. Ma was not serious.
♀

She arrived in our bedroom and I was super grateful that uJama had made
the bed before he left because that would have been embarrassing. So
uMa took her shoes off and then lay on her stomach on my bed and I just
watched her for a few seconds, silently clapped twice before taking some
massaging gel.

Ma: Hlalumi Yinton Lena?

-what's this?

She asked as she pointed at our stripper pole.

Me: ngeyo xhasa i roof Ma. Yi pillar.

-it's to support the roof. It's a pillar.

Ma: mhm. Yayeka ubay stripper pole ngok niybiza i pillar? Mnk.

-it stopped being a stripper pole now you call it a pillar.

She said as she pulled her sons pillow closer and cuddled with it.

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I really never knew uMa was such a slave driver. Luphelo made a mistake
by buying his mother a car ngoba now we are seeing her true colours. Ma
is just like her son if “humble pie” was a real dish she would be allergic to it.

Ma: heh Hlalumi azisena mona I chomi zam nge moto yam.

-Hlalumi my friends are so jealous of my car.

She said as I massaged her feet.

Me: fake friends ezo Ma.

Ma: zi foes. Frenemies mntakabawo. But ke mos asizo busiswa sonke

enzaleni.

-but we won’t all be blessed in terms of our children.

I smiled. I really can’t wait to make my mother this happy and this proud of
me because our mothers face so much hardship raising us and the last
thing they need is to be putting their heads down whilst other mothers are
discussing their children’s progress in life. We do need to take the weight
off our parents shoulders and not to force our parents to raise us through
two phases of our lives. Ma’s phone rang and it was a call from her
husband which she answered on loudspeaker.

Ma: thetha.

-talk.

Senior: ungaklinge ndithi ndiku founele kuba ndiku khumbula undi xelele
mandi thethe rha bendizo khonkhotha dahn?

-don’t you dare after I called you since I miss you tell me to speak was I
going to bark?

Ma: ufuna ntoni Lubango? Ufuna I lift?

-what do you want Lubango? Do you want a lift?

All three of us laughed.

Senior: Hehay jonga isighezo sakho slaps vha.

Ma: ndi rongo ngobuza Taka Luyanda?

-am I wrong for asking?

Senior: mxm ndise ndlini mna uphi wena?

-I’m at home where are you?

Ma: ndilapha endlini yo “even when the sky comes falling”. Ndise roomini
yabo uMolokazana wakho uyandi massage’a.

-I’m here at the house of the “even when the sky comes falling”. I’m in their
bedroom your daughter in law is giving me a massage.

Senior: wanya ngu Luphelo ngo Sebenzisa u Mabhebheza wakhe.

-you’re gonna be fucked by Luphelo for working his Mabhebheza.

Ma: haska andi moyiki etshonge stripper pole eroomini. Hehay Lubango
last born yethu inzulu mntakabawo naku Hlalumi exoka esithi yi pillar
qhonda hehake ucimba asizazi izinto lomntana.

-I’m not scared of him with his stripper pole in the bedroom. Lubango our
last born is deep here is uHlalumi lying saying it’s a pillar and I thought wow
this child thinks we don’t know things.

He laughed.

Senior: mnk hay Nkosikazi nawe yeka uthanda izinto ufuna ntoni eRoomini
ka Pabbles nawe? Hay phuma phuma umdala uzobona amaqhaga apho
ne ntozi hlabayo ne mvubu ubene worry kanti bayazazi bona ngezothini so
phuma.

-stop liking things what are you doing in Pabbles’s bedroom? No get out
you’re grown you’re gonna see padlocks and sharp things and whips and
be worried but they know what it’s for so get out.

I burst out laughing. Padlocks, sharp things and whips of all things? Why
would we have those things in our bedroom?

Ma: hay ndizo phuma myeni wam andizokwazi umelwa yintliziyo.

-I’m going to get out my husband I can’t have a heart failure.

He laughed before him and his wife talked for a little while longer and then
said their goodbyes to each other.

Senior: ndiyaku thanda ke Nkosikazi.

-I love you, wife.

Ma: nam ndiyakthanda Tata wabantwana bam.

-I also love you father of my children.

They hung up and my husband’s parents are so adorable.

I left uMa at the house and then I decided to make lunch for my husband so
I went to JLS to meet him but I had no idea that he had clients inside. But
uLuphelo doesn’t like to keep me waiting so he told me to come in. I
greeted the middle aged couple that was there with my husband and they
greeted me back.

Luphelo: this is my wife Ncumolwethu and my first born uKumkani. Baby

this is Mr and Mrs Samuels.

Me: nice to meet you.

Them: Likewise.

I put his lunch down on his table and he thanked me for it then I went to sit
down on the couch in the corner of his office with Kumkani.

Luphelo: has your son been interrogated thus far?

Her: yes but his lawyer was there, Mrs Faliso who referred us to you. She
said she can only do so much but this case needs an attorney or advocate
so… That’s why we’re here.

Luphelo: okay so I will have to speak to her about the evidence file so I can
see what I can do but is there anything at this point that you two can tell me
about your son that I need to know? Do you perhaps think he did this and I
need to know the truth so I can know-

Mr Samuels: do we think he did this?! Does it even matter Advocate Jama?

We are going to pay you a lot of money for our son so you have no fucking
right to put us in a position where we need to answer this question. What
use is your education if you still need us as his parents to answer this
question, huh? It’s either you can get him out or not so we can find a better
Advocate to do your damn job.

Luphelo scoffed and then raised his eyebrow.

Luphelo: get the fuck out of my office. Both of you. Get out.

Mrs Samuels: Advocate Jama please he’s just scared-

Luphelo: scared? Listen I’ve never lost a murder case and its not just by
chance or by luck it’s because I know what I’m doing so I won’t stand to be
disrespected by people who need me more than I need them. So it’s either
you get yourselves together or I relinquish this case and move onto another
one. Let’s hope the next advocate to take this case will give your son
maybe 15 years. How’s that?

They shrieked.

Mr Samuels: we’re sorry.

Luphelo: don’t undermine me again. I hate that. Now let’s start from the
top… Do you think he did this? I’m trying to establish his character here so
that I can be prepared for what witnesses might say about him so that there
won’t be character clashes to confuse the judge. And I can’t defend
someone I don’t even know.
He said and they seemed to understand why he asked that question now
so they opened up to him. After the meeting, they said their goodbyes and I
could finally be with my husband. I sat down on his lap and kissed him
before taking his lunch and then warming it. I made beef and dumplings.

Luphelo: Yinton ekwenze wapheka inkomo ne dumplings emini?

-what made you cook beef and dumplings during the day?

Me: uMamazala wam came to the house and made me give her a body
massage. Then she told me she’s hungry so I had to cook for her and I had
to scratch the dandruff off her scalp… Paint her nails and she made me
watch uDays of our lives naye baby. Jonga don’t ever doubt my love for
you vha?

He smiled seductively.

Luphelo: you did all of that for my mother?

Me: ewe tsh uzalile lamntu. And she saw our stripper pole.

Luphelo: what was she doing in our bedroom?

Me: she said she wanted yona specifically so she could be able to take a
bath using our bath salts.

He laughed.

Luphelo: wow uNozala.

He said before laughing. Once his food was warmed up, I served my
husband and teased him by getting down on my knees.

Me: Naku ukutya kwakho Tatekhaya.

-here’s your food father of the house.

He giggled.

Luphelo: enkosi Mamakhe.

He said as I gave him his food which he took and then I sat on his desk
with my legs spread in front of him so he was literally staring in between my
thighs. He locked his door and then he pulled my panty down and then he
ate my pussy as if he was eating yogurt without a spoon. I orgasmed and
came and he cleaned me up with his tongue. Luphelo is fucking good at
this muffing thing. He then ate his food with his hands and I stared at those
adorable fingers of his while we spoke.

I left Luphelo’s office and then went back home. Ma was still there so she
and Marhadebe left together at 16: 00 pm. Sihle called me.

Me: hello?

Sihle: hey. What time should I get him to come over?

Me: maybe at 7? Luphelo will be at home by then.

Sihle: okay. Sure.

Me: cool update me ke.

Sihle: sure.

She hung up so I went to go fetch my laptop and then I studied while

uKumkani kept tugging my braids. He wanted to play.

Me: Jama uMamakho uyafunda kalok bhabha.

-your mother is studying baby.

Kumkani: *blows spit bubbles*

Me: andingo Tatakho mna.

-I’m not your father.

Kumkani: *blows spit bubbles louder*

Kumie is as demanding as his father is at times so I gave in and then blew

spit bubbles along with him which made him laugh. We did this for literally
about 7 minutes and my lips were tired. My tongue was dry. This baby
depleted all the saliva I had in my system and yena he kept producing it I
don’t know how the hell he has so much saliva in his tiny body than I do.
Babies are like little aliens Kodwa to be honest.

I spent some time with uKumkani whilst being anxious about the meeting
that will take place between uLuphelo no Simphiwe so when uLuphelo
came home, we didn’t really speak much. We just waited for Sihle’s call
and she called us at half 6.

Sihle didn’t want to come so yena she asked us to leave the key under the
front door mat for uSimphiwe and she would lie and say she’s inside. So
naye ke as gullible as he is, he did as she told him to. He opened the door
and he fell right into our trap. He locked the door behind himself and lost
his mind when he saw the inside of our house.

Simphiwe: Wow this house is awesome!! Sihle fondin?! Tanci wakho yi

lawyer or yi president?

-is your Uncle a lawyer or he’s a president?

He asked as he made his way to the living room where he was met by
Luphelo’s presence. Simphiwe stood in the center of the living room frozen.
He knew whose eyes he was being stared down by and the look alone
made Luphelo’s intentions clear.
Simphiwe: Yho…wow. Bhut Luphelo ndicela ungandi khabi torho I’m just
here for uSihle that’s all she said uzoba lapha.

-please don’t kick my ass I’m here for Sihle… She said she’d be here.

Luphelo exhaled.

Luphelo: hlala phantsi.

-sit down.

Simphiwe: Bhuti-

Luphelo shot a warning stare at him so he sat down reluctantly.

Simphiwe: Bhut Luphelo I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried to
pursue your wife I’m sorry I just-

Luphelo: thula.

-keep quiet.

Simphiwe was rambling but Luphelo’s one word brought his rambling to a
halt. Luphelo: kutheni undi qhelu mnqundu nje Kwedin? -why are you
disrespecting me boy?

Simphiwe: Bhut Luphelo I didn’t know she’s your wife-

Luphelo: oh. Yinton mahluko phakathi kwam nenye indoda ethanda umfazi
wakhe? -what’s the difference between me and another man that loves his
wife? Simphiwe swallowed.

Simphiwe: uyakhaba wena Ta Jama.

-you kick ass.

Luphelo: oh. Yabawela undi bona ndi njani xasendi khaba umntu? -do you
want to see what I’m like when I kick someones ass? Simphiwe shook his
head frantically and nervously.
Simphiwe: hay Ta Jama. I’m sorry.

Luphelo popped his fingers and took a deep breath. He had one foot laid
sideways on the floor and he was shaking it as if he was trying to control
his temper.

Luphelo: Kwedin bufuna ntoni ku Hlalumi? Yintoni was it a bet? What was
it?

-what did you want with Hlalumi?

Simphiwe: Ta Jama bendim funa-

-I wanted her-

I think Luphelo must have snapped.. His patience was already running low
and now uSimphiwe was making it run on empty by seeming like he was
lying to my husband. He got up and then he grabbed uSimphiwe by his
neck and then he threw him against the single couch in the corner.
Simphiwe hit hard. The side of his face connected with the armrest and that
was enough to make him cry.

Luphelo: Simphiwe!!! Kwedin Kwedin… Sukundi linga ndithi ndikwenzela

inceba. I’m trying to understand why you almost ruined umtshato wam cos
uHlalumi uthi bumane umlandela and it’s clear ukba ikhona into
obuyfuna..what was it? Huh?

-boy boy… Don’t test me when I’m having mercy on you… Hlalumi says
you kept following her and it’s clear that there was something you wanted.

Simphiwe coughed as Luphelo pulled him and forced him to stay on his
feet.

Luphelo: ndi phendule or kanye nzakphinda kwedin don’t test me.

-answer me or I will do this again boy.

He yelled as Simphiwe cried.

Simphiwe: Ta Jama please… If I tell you this promise me you’re gonna
keep quiet about it.

Luphelo: ndizobona.

-I will see.

Simphiwe exhaled.

Simphiwe: I work for someone… I can’t… Say the name but you just have
to trust me… And mna I seduce rich businessmens wives and then get
leverage to make them sign over certain assets… And then I was assigned
to your wife… I guess… Nam Ta Jama I felt something for her and that’s
why I kept following her but… Bhut Luphelo every wife I was assigned to…
I got… But not your wife. Ta Jama your wife is loyal fondin at some point
she told me about you and said… She said you’re an amazing husband
and she said she loves you. I have never seen that before and it’s not like
she didn’t want me she did… But she loves you more than she wanted me
and we’ve been in difficult situations where another woman would have lost
it but not her… Not your wife bruh. So all in all… This marriage of yours
taught me that a wife put on a leash and is not given the right amount of
just about everything you’re supposed to give as a man will be vulnerable. I
couldn’t understand what kind of a husband would allow his wife to go out
ringless on a Thursday night whilst looking after a baby but that’s the
happiness Ncumo has that allowed her to be able to withstand my
temptation. Every other wife I fucked used to complain about their
husband’s bathi the husband’s are too controlling, too musculine and the
only thing they aren’t too much of… Is loving. So yeah Ta Jama… Please
don’t change. Keep treating your woman the way you are treating her
because it’s what made her realise nothing is worth losing you… I’m

sorry I almost ruined your marriage I was just doing my job and caught
feelings but fuck this marriage has my respect. Both of you have my
respect.

Simphiwe said before reaching his hand out to Luphelo who tried to fight
his urge to shake his hand but he shook it… Weakly. Simphiwe wiped his
face and Luphelo inhaled to prevent his emotions from embarrassing him. I
think Luphelo realised that if he was a different kind of man he could have
lost everything but because he is such an amazing husband, he made me
able to withstand temptation simply because he was too much of a great
husband for me to risk. That’s why in relationships it’s important to
constantly strive to be the best you can be for your lover and work on
yourself physically and emotionally because sometimes our partners love
us but the things we do or don’t do drive us to other people who can give
us what we need but Luphelo and I work overtime on us.. And some people
think the grass is greener on our side but no we just water it. Because we
love each other. And because we love each other and we are the right
people to love, we will always be together.

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The mood was quite emotionally intense in the living room so I decided it
was time I stopped hiding and spying on them from upstairs. So I went
down and then nodded at Simphiwe. I was really disappointed that he was
hired to pursue me. It is not really important to me how he feels at this point
but it hurt to know that I have been put through so many emotions but to
him it was all just a job. I know he said he felt something for me too but
still... It was a job. And he could have said all of those things to neutralize
Luphelo's anger and to avoid a beating.

Simphiwe: mandibeyi ndlela ke Bhut Jama.

-let me be the way then.

Me: who were you working for?

Simphiwe: Ncumo-

Me: Please.

Simphiwe: Ta Jama ndicela uthethe naye I really can't say who I'm working
for this shit could get me in trouble and rather ndibethwe nguwe Ta Jama
than to be fucked up by who I work for ngoba yena he's gonna get people
to beat me up on his behalf. All I can say is it's nothing personal just
business. This is how lomntu gets rich anyway so you aren't in any danger.

Luphelo nodded.

Luphelo: fine.

Me: But Luphelo-

Luphelo: Majama..

He dismissed me so I kept quiet. Simphiwe said his goodbyes so Luphelo

walked him out and took the house key whilst I went back upstairs where
uSihle called me again.

Me: hey.

Sihle: hey. How did it go?

Me: uLuphelo khange amenze nto.

-didn't do anything.

Sihle: what? How?

Me: I don't know. I'm quite okay with that actually because uSimphiwe
surely is gonna leave me alone ngoku.

She exhaled.

Sihle: as long as he's gonna back off and leave you alone. Ngoba Ncumo
you're annoying sometimes but I don't want you to go through the pain of a
separation and face a possible divorce. I'm still not okay.

Me: mntase why don't you call my mother and talk-

Sihle: no talking won't help. I just have to suck it up and move on. Zana
needs a mother she can look up to.

Me: are you sure chomi?

Sihle: yeah I'm sure.

Me: don't you wanna talk to me?

Sihle: you literally wouldn't understand Ncumo. And I don't want to drain
you with my negativity.

I exhaled as the tears fell down from my eyes.

Me: I really do love you Siphesihle.

She sniffed.

Sihle: I love you too.

Me: you and I could pull the plug kwi friendship yethu at any moment. Like
literally we could...

But we can't.

Sihle: "you can't choose family". Sitsho islungu.

-that's what English says.

I giggled.

Me: Sihle I know you wanna be strong and shit Kodwa ke if you wanna talk
I'm here. Cos I don't want to lose you to some depression hole and next
thing I find out you drowned yourself in your bathtub.

She laughed.

Sihle: rha not uJamakazi kalok. We're survivors ekhaya.

I smiled. Zana started crying in the background so uSihle had to leave. We

said our goodbyes and then hung up.

Luphelo walked into our bedroom and then he closed the door behind him
just when I was climbing in my side of the bed.

Luphelo: bingu Roman.

-it was Roman.

Me: wow.

Luphelo: yeah.

He said as he climbed into bed on his side.

Me: uzokwenza ntoni ngayo keh ngoku Tiyeka?

-what are you going to do about it?

Luphelo: nothing. He said uRobert will be pissed that he couldn't get you
yes... But he also said uRobert doesn't get physical except with his
"workers" and that's only when they expose him. So he won't do anything
to us but when you're working as i production manager yakhe be safe
Hlalumi. I know you aren't stupid enough to meet him beyond business
environments.

Me: Kakade. Do you even want me to be the production manager? Unzulu

uRoman Luphelo.

-he's deep.

Luphelo: ikuwe lonto Mamakhe. I will just protect you through whatever
decision you take.

-that's up to you.

I smiled as I pecked his lips and kept my mouth on his for a few seconds
before pulling away slowly. My hand was still on his cheek. His eyes
watered a bit but he somehow made those emotions disappear.

Luphelo: Hlalumi?

Me: Tiyeka?

Luphelo: izapha.

-come here.

I sat on top of his lap and straddled my husband who wrapped his arms
around my waist. I still get butterflies in my stomach when he holds me. I
tried to hold in my smile when I sat face to face with him to no avail.

Luphelo: Uncumelani Ncumo?

-why are you smiling Ncumo?

I giggled.

Me: my crush is recognizing me.

He smiled.
Luphelo: Ndayeka ubangu myeni wakho ngoku? Ndibuyiselwa ku Stage 1?

-did I stop being your husband now? I'm being brought back to Stage 1?

Me: but baby being a crush is a good thing.

Luphelo: it's not good enough for me.

He said with so much intensity. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered and

I smiled.

Luphelo: hm...baby thank you for... Everything. But most importantly thank
you for being faithful. Even the Bible says a man's pride is in his wife.
Uyandazi ndi njani mna I'm very arrogant and what not because of what I
have worked hard for over the years but if you fucked that boy my pride, my
demeanor, my clout would be gone cos everyone would say "yeah he's
successful but his wife still cheated on him" and that is enough to bring any
man to his knees. So thank you for not ruining my reputation, my pride as a
man is on you Hlalumi.

Enkosi Malahlalu thuthu ayatshisa wawa nyathela ungafa.

Me: ndiyakthanda LJ.

-I love you.

Luphelo: Uthandwa ndim Majama.

-you're loved by me.

He said before we hugged one another to express our gratitude to one

another.

.
My mornings are usually amazing but nothing prepared me for this
morning. Luphelo was doing push ups in the living room with uKumkani on
his back strapped with a towel. Kumkani kept laughing every time his father
went down.

Luphelo: Kumkani hay hay ndi diniwe Kodwa boy. Ndenze 60 push ups
already hay Kodwa mntanam uyand bulala.

-Kumkani no no I'm tired though boy. I did 60 push ups already my child
you're killing me.

Kumkani cried when his father stopped so Luphelo had to do an additional

25 push ups to satisfy uKumkani who was even kicking his feet from
excitement and happiness. I caught that moment on video and posted part
of it on WhatsApp and my caption was "you probably should have pulled
out Zikhali ".

Lelethu replied.

Lelethu: fihla londoda wena.

-hide that man.

I burst out laughing because I knew what she meant and I caught Luphelo's
attention.

Luphelo: hey baby.

Me: hey sthandwa sam. Unjani?

Luphelo: ndi diniwe rha uKumkani uyandi gymisa apha ngelo xesha yena
une nteche i onesie zakhe ziba ncinci rhou. Khafake lomntana kwi diet.

-I'm tired damn Kumkani is making me gym here meanwhile he's got a
potbelly his onesies become small quickly. Put this baby on a diet.

I laughed as I took uKumkani from uLuphelo.

Me: baby are you listening to your favorite parent? Hm? Daddy wants me
to put you on a diet.

Kumkani clenched my bottom lip so I removed his hand and then kissed it
before kissing Luphelo's lips.

Luphelo: unjani wena?

Me: I'm good. Let's make breakfast together today.

Luphelo: moja kalok bawokazi.

He said before I played music just to start the day for us. We made
breakfast together whilst I grinded against his penis and twerked for my
man.. I hadn't done that in a long time. So after eating, we took a bath
together with our baby and then uLuphelo left for work.

Marhadebe came to work at 8 am so when she arrived, I locked myself in

my bedroom to pump my breast milk. When I was done, I went to get my
mother and took her to the Nail Bar so we could get our nails done. We
chose our nail styles and nail design then we sat next to each other whilst
getting our nails done and she drank champagne. I didn't drink because I
was detoxing.

Me: so Mama how's your dating life going so far?

Mommy: it's okay angel face.

Me: when am I meeting him ke?

Mommy: yazi he's 3 years younger than me.

Me: ngoku? Who said men have to be older?

Mommy: ha.a ndoyika uJama amgezele. Athi unala face i phambanisa i
judge cos lona ndamthanda so ndizo khubeka rhou.

-no I'm scared that Jama will tease him. And say he has that face that
drives judges crazy cos I love this one so I'm

Going to be hurt.

Me: Kodwa Mama you asked him yourself otherwise he wouldn't just say
that. So phola... And let me meet him.

Mommy: give us 6 months ke. Then you will meet him.

Me: why Mama?

Mommy: because you introduced me to one man. I owe you the same
respect.

I smiled.

Me: if only you knew I almost lost everything ke in the past couple of days.

She raised her eyebrow while sipping her champagne so I explained to her
the situation and she was truly hurt that I excluded her from knowing all of
this although it could have potentially ruined my entire life so I spent the
entire time I was with her apologizing.

Lelethu and Reid told Luphelo and I about a new club opening in PE so we
all agreed we would go out together. So when my husband came home, we
took a shower, got dressed and then we went to leave uKumkani with his
grandparents for a few hours. When we arrived at the club, they were
waiting in the parking bay for us so we all greeted one another with hugs
and Luphelo and Lelethu gave one another the middle finger as usual.
So we went inside together and then we found a table. The squad ordered
their alcoholic drinks except me. I drank a non alcoholic cocktail and uReid
ordered one with me just to make me feel better.

Luphelo: hehake Reid usela i non alcoholic cocktail nawe? Ingabani xesha
appointment yakho ye nails?

-you're also drinking a non alcoholic? What time is your nail appointment?

We laughed at Reid and he laughed too.

Reid: I'm being a gentleman LJ for i sake ka Hlalumi.

Luphelo: hay jonga if bumhle ngendine stress qha ke mos umbi. Ndi traums
mna ngenxa ka Simphiwe andifuni kwamntu ojonga kwi direction ka
Hlalumi.

-no look if you were handsome I would be stressed but you're ugly. I'm
traumatized because of Simphiwe I don't want anyone looking in Hlalumi's
direction.

Lelethu and I laughed.

Lelethu: finally you had someone to threaten you. You became so

comfortable cos you had no competition.

Luphelo: khave umntu oyqhelileyo i competition ufuna sonke sive i pain

yakhe.

-just listen to the person who is used to competition and thus wants us all to
feel her pain.

He said nonchalantly before we all discussed what happened in the

meeting between uSimphiwe and Luphelo. I was asked to tell the story
before uLuphelo over spices the story. We became sick of being at this
club. It was mediocre anyway so we went to fetch uKumkani after only 2
hours and then we drove home with the squad.

.
.

We arrived at the house and then I carried uKumkani on my back because

he was refusing to sleep. So Luphelo brought our the snacks and we
decided to play Crazy 8 which was so fun.

Reid: ndicela i material ye rings zethu bantase. Diamond.

-can I please have the material of our rings. Diamond.

Lelethu: how many cards?

Reid: Oh baby you're ruining the moment fondin.

Lelethu: khacole fondin.

-pick up.

Reid picked up from the deck.

Me: jump for ubay kaka Lelethu. Betha Luphelo.

Luphelo: Ndiyacela 2 cards. Ndicela lento u Reid angenayo. Impundu.

-I'm asking... I'm asking for what Reid doesn't have. Ass.

We all burst out laughing.

Me: xabumjongele ntoni?

-why were you looking at him?

Reid: khambuze.

-ask him.

He said whilst laughing and then playing his hand. Lelethu reversed back to
Reid.
Reid: eh Finisher take 2 for uphantse utyelwa.

-take two for almost having someone eat from your plate.

We all burst out laughing.

Luphelo: yeses Crazy 8 Wama Xhosa u personal amasimba.

-damn Crazy 8 with Xhosa people is fucking personal.

He said as he picked his two cards from the deck.

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After playing the "Personal Xhosa Crazy 8" which was won by uReid, we
watched uIsibaya together whilst both couples cuddled on the couch.
Me: ndiyay thanda le ngoma ka Mabuyi mna guys.

-I love this song by Mabuyi.

Lelethu: imnandi nyani Hlalumi.

-it's really nice.

Reid: masiba culele Njayam.

-let's sing it for them.

Luphelo pulled me closer to him whilst uLelethu took a video of them

singing.

Them: Kodwa ngizo Linda.

Ngizo Linda.

Zolinda uz' ulunge.

Uzu lunge.

Yebo ngizo linda.

Ngizo linda.

Ngizolinda uzulunge,

Uzulunge sthandwa sam.

They finished the chorus by hyping their own vocals before Lelethu and I
even said anything.

Reid: hay jonga siyacula Njayam!

-we can sing.

Luphelo: qondile. Sawu hlala siphi for abafazi bethu Kodwa Njayam?
-where will we always be for our wives?

Me: hay njani ukba nizo hlala niphi? Tyi nizo hlala ningabethu. I swear
Luphelo you will never move on from me shame. Your next wife would
never be happy ndise khona.

-what do you mean where will you always be? You will always be ours.

Lelethu: Hlalumi would make the worst ex wife ever.

They giggled.

Reid: angaya eJLS qho on some "Tatakhe nazi impundu" ebe enxibe some
mini skirt and yamazi uLuphelo akana hayi he would fuck her.

-she would go to JLS on some "Tatakhe here's some ass" whilst wearing
some mini skirt and you know Luphelo can't say no.

We laughed.

Luphelo: Ndinazo i morals.

-I have morals.

Lelethu: yhuuuuu. You never did kwase Rhodes kalok wena.

Reid: at least he was older eRhodes. Wayenjani eUCT?

Lelethu: older? He was just 20 fondin lomntu. Luphelo fucked around until
he was 32 kalok Misa inqondo Reid. Then he met uNtikazi yahlala phantsi
inja enkulu. Nguwe Hlalumi owenze uMnge abe emotional cos I've never
seen Luphelo cry in years before he met you.

Me: I think when the right people fall in love... The man becomes weak and
the woman becomes strong. It all balances each other perfectly.

I said as my husband kissed my shoulder blade.

Luphelo: bone uthande umntu umane uzibuza "ngumtshato wam nyan
lona". Umane ngo shine'isa i ring Njayam uqhonde Jah. Qondile.

-see when you love someone and you keep asking yourself "is this really
my marriage". And you keep shining your ring and you think yeah.

Reid: la feeling fondin Finisher. Umane ujonga ixesha Njayam uqhonde

"ndifuna ugoduka mna".

-that feeling bruh. And you keep looking at the time and think "I want to go
home".

Lelethu and I: Ncoooooh.

We said before giggling. We got grown men whipped.

I was tired so I wanted to go to sleep whilst uLuphelo stayed downstairs

with our friends. I called uSihle. She picked up.

Sihle: hey Lumi.

Me: hey. Are you okay?

Sihle: yeah honestly I'm okay mntase.

Me: want me to visit you ngomso?

Sihle: ndiyafunda kalok mntase. I don't want you to come over all the way
here for nothing.

Me: I could come over to be your book marker kalok.

Sihle: like old times?

I giggled.

Me: yeah like old times. Nam anyway I need to study.

Sihle: okay mntase. I would like that. Kanene this project management
thing you're gonna do.

Me: yeah. A part of me feels discouraged yazi.

Sihle: why?

Me: kalok chomi uSimphiwe was basically hired to seduce me by a man

who gave Jama Constructions a mall tender which is the biggest we've
ever had so yeah... He did show interest in me Kakade and I just don't
know if it's wise to work with him.

Sihle: yho... Chomi that's a hard one. But Mos these tender owners seldom
show up Mos they hire people to supervise processes for bona.

I bit my lip.

Me: Andazi Sihle I'm just undecided bruh.

Sihle: what does uTanci say?

Me: He wants me to do what I want to do but he did say he's gonna protect
me khubone?

Sihle: then relax. You mean the world to him so... If he says he's gonna
protect you then trust me he will. The world is dangerous wethu Hlalumi
Kakade... I'm not saying you should insanely and purposely put your life at
risk but I trust my Uncle.

Me: so I should take it?

Sihle: by all means.

Me: talking to you helps bruh. Thank you.

Sihle: you're welcome.

She said and we spoke further before saying our goodbyes. I then wore my
pyjama, washed my face and went to bed before uLuphelo did. He came to
bed after almost an hour and then he put his hand in my underwear.

Luphelo: Ntikazi?

Me: Phelo?

Luphelo: ndicela undi nike lento yam ndiku gcinisileyo.

-please give me that thing of mine that I asked you to keep for me.

I blushed like a red tomato. He was talking about my pussy.

Me: yithathe kalok myeni wam.

-take it my husband.

Luphelo: uyabonga uNgcolosi.

-Ngcolosi is grateful.

Me: kubonga mna Tiyeka.

-I'm the one that is grateful.

I swear, uLuphelo makes sex seem so deep with his word foreplay. I love
the fact that he pleads for it. He's humble. I truly love my husband.

My husband ordered breakfast this morning so he woke me up with

breakfast in bed.

Luphelo: baby?
Me: hey.

Luphelo: nantsi breakfast.

-here's breakfast.

I opened my eyes and realised that my baby was already dressed and
ready to go.

Me: hay hay baby why are you already dressed?

Luphelo: funeka ndi hambile kalok Mamcethe.

-I have to leave.

Me: hay hay Luphelo you don't have to leave baby ha.a don't leave me. I
didn't prepare to see you leave Luphelo ha.a I need 30 minutes prep time
before you leave me.

Luphelo: u Serious Hlalumi?

Me: ewe I'm serious hay hay Luphelo.

I said as I got up from bed and then sulked in his arms. He exhaled.

Luphelo: Mkam ndizoba late kalok baby.

-I'm going to be late.

Me: hay Luphelo baby I need to prepare myself emotionally to see you
leaving.

Luphelo: Sthandwa sam.

He said gently and I tightened my hold around him.

Me: hm?
Luphelo: I can give you my black card instead ke. Then you go shopping
and I make it on time-

I shook my head and continued hugging. One thing I love about my

husband is his patience. He exhaled.

Luphelo: Ntombentle endiy kethileyo kuwo onke ama ntombi kuze azondi
khela i khaya?

-beautiful girl that I chose out of all the girls so that she could build me a
home?

Me: hm?

Luphelo: ndicela undi khulule ndimke.

-please release me so that I could leave.

I shook my head so Luphelo exhaled and then took his phone out and then
made a call.

Luphelo: Christopher... Yeah listen man I'm gonna be a bit late... My wife is
acting like she's seeing me for the first time so she's clinging on me and
won't let me leave (giggles) yeah I'm so sorry... Alright man. No problem.
Bye.

He hung up and then he put his phone down. I looked up at him and he
looked down at me then we both smiled at one another and then kissed
before I sat down next to him to eat breakfast.

Luphelo overstayed so he left when uMarhadebe arrived. I always keep our

valuables locked up because you can never trust a person fully and then I
took uKumkani with me to the Jama household.
I knocked on the door and Senior answered the door.

Me: Molo Tata.

Senior: molo Hlalumi. Nawe King.

He said as he kissed his grandchild. He was in the living room with his
friend whom I greeted.

Senior: ngu Hlalumi lona bawo. Umfazi ka Luphelo wesine.

-this is Hlalumi. Luphelo's 4th wife.

Me: asoze kalok Tata.

-never.

Senior: uthi nguwe Wedwa pha?

-you say it's just you there?

Me: ewe kalok.

I said as we all laughed it out.

Me: ukhona uMa?

-is Ma around?

Senior: mxm lowo uya kwa My friend nge moto ngoku. -that one goes to
the foreigners shops with the car now.

I laughed. Me: oh bawo.

I said before uSihle came to the living room to get me. She and Senior
fought over uKumkani but Sihle won so we went to the bedroom and then I
took uPrincess. She's so chubby gosh. And she's adorable.

Me: Sihle you make me wanna have a second baby.

Sihle: what if you have a boy again?

Me: hay kalok we could have an IVF done to make sure it's a girl.

She giggled.

Sihle: waste yemali. Didn't you say you want to have a big family anyway?

Me: I changed my mind Sihle yhu i childbirth mntase.

She laughed.

Sihle: bruh! But

Don't they say it becomes easier with time? Like the second time is Better
than the first and so forth?

Me: Andazi shame... Luphelo wants a big family yena but mna yhu ha.a 2
is enough.

Sihle: how many does he want?

Me: 4 or 5. But 4 would be enough and 5 is the cutting point basically.

Sihle: and you want 2 so maybe ya'll could cut a "plea deal" and get 3.

I laughed at the plea deal.

Me: that's a good idea Kodwa mntase.

Sihle: I know right.

She said whilst flipping her hair and I rolled my eyes.

Me: mntase remember e primary school when we always wanted to change

our surnames so we could have the same surname?

Sihle: yeah?

Me: we have the same surname now.

I said whilst smiling and we both hugged it out and giggled out of
excitement. It literally never hit us until now so our biggest dream as
bestie's was accomplished. After catching up, we had to start studying
again.

I went back home but uLuphelo told me to take an Uber to Jama

Constructions because he wanted us to buy clothes for uKumkani. So my
Uber took us there and then I met him in the parking bay. He came out and
I purposely Waited by the drivers door of his Mustang.

Luphelo: Molo Hlalumi.

Me: hi. Ndicela isitixo.

-can I please have the key.

Luphelo: baby asiy laselanga le friendship yam no Reid indi fumanise le

Mustang ke ne.

-we didn't go 50/50 on this friendship of mine and Reid that got me this
Mustang.

Me: baby please.

I gave him my puppy eyes so he gave me the key and then I unlocked the
car. This was the first Mustang I have ever driven and I was excited. We all
climbed in and then we strapped uKumkani in his car seat. I started the car
and then I drove out. This American muscle car drives like a dream. We
finally arrived at the Baywest mall where Luphelo and I did shopping for
uKumkani. I swear this has now become my new hobby. Shopping for your
baby late on a Friday evening with your man must be the reason why we
exist as people.
After we went shopping, my husband suggested that we should have
dinner so we ate at Spur as usual because we really love the food there
and we literally order the same thing over and over again.

Luphelo: would you believe that I was once a waiter?

He asked with a smile.

Me: nyan? Which restaurant?

Luphelo: Wimpy. That's why I always tip. Ndiyasazi struggle.

-I know the struggle.

Me: you must have looked so cute in your uniform.

Luphelo: lindele ntoni ku mntu owayemhle esey embryo fondin.

-what did you expect from someone who was handsome since he was an
embryo bruh?

I giggled. Me: uqhalile.

He looked at me with so much intensity and then he smiled.

Me: I suppose you're not gonna tell me what you're thinking as usual when
I catch you staring at me.

Luphelo: umhle Ntikazi. Ayiqheleki lento yobuhle bakho.. Yintoni na

Nzwakazi you've made your point I get it... You're gorgeous... Tone down
kalok Sthandwa sam you don't have to be beautiful every day yhini na
Mama womntanam?

-you're beautiful. I can't get used to this thing of your beauty.

He said in the most charming tone ever and I closed my eyes as he took
my left hand and kissed it. My face was on fire.

Me: Kumkani nqanda uTatakho.

-stop your father.

I said as Luphelo caressed my chin.

Luphelo: Kumkani... Stay out of this nyana. Uqhale wangu mntu ka Tatakho
before abengu Mamakho lo sisi.

-she was first your father's person before she became your mother.

He said before licking his bottom lip and then smiling at me. He's so
charming my goodness.

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After we had dinner, my husband paid the bill and then tipped the waiter.
He always let's me decide how much we should tip because uyayazi he
tends to let his compassion take over so he usually tips people more than
they deserve so he trusts my opinion. We stayed for a little while longer
because he wanted uKumkani to finish the spoon of whipped cream he had
scooped for his son from my milkshake.

Me: Kodwa baby uzam gulisa unyana wethu.

-but baby you're gonna make our son sick.

Luphelo: sthandwa sam ngu Zikhali lona. uMazembe. uButsolo Bentonga.

Cimba uzo gulisa yi cream?

-this is Zikhali, Mazembe, Butsolo Bentonga. You think he's gonna fall sick
over cream?

I giggled. He was comparing literal and figurative things ngoku but honestly
my man's clan names are lethal. Kumie finally finished eating his cream so
we left the restaurant. We walked through the mall hand-in-hand and then
made it out to the parking bay. I have always dreamt about having such
moments with my man as a teenager so to me this was a huge deal and I
truly can't get used to having such moments no Luphelo.

Opposite our car, I met my favorite high school teacher so I approached

her.

Me: Mrs Kilani. Hello.

Her: hayin Sifora! Hello sthandwa sam! Oh my gosh awusemhle.

-you're so Beautiful.

She said as she hugged me and she was so happy to see me. Her
happiness was written all over her face.

Me: enkosi ma'am.

I said as I blushed. She looked behind me, waiting for me to introduce her.

Me: oh ma'am lona ngu Luphelo umyeni wam no Kumkani usana lwam.
-this is Luphelo my husband and Kumkani my son.

Her: haibo Sifora ndithe nqha kutheni utyebile kanti u happy. Molo nyana.

-I was wondering why you're fat turns out you're happy. Hello son.

She said as she hugged my husband who smiled whilst greeting her back
and then she took uKumkani from him.

Her: oh hay lomntana akasa fani no Tatakhe mahn. He's so adorable hayin
Ncumo sweetheart you're so happy.

-this baby looks like his father man.

I giggled as she kissed Kumkani.

Me: I'm really happy ma'am.

Her: so what are you doing ngoku sthandwa sam?

Me: I'm on maternity leave ngoku but once it's over I'm going to be a project
manager for a new mall which is going to be built apha eBhayi but ke I'm a
quantity surveyor ngoku.

Her: Wow. Wena nyana? What are you?

-and you?

Luphelo: uhm... mna I'm just a lawyer... And an engineer.

He said in a low voice. I don't know uLuphelo to be humble but if he didn't

want to let her know that he's a Chief Executive Officer then it's fine with
me.

Her: that's nice. Ncumo we've been wanting someone to speak for the
valedictory so I would appreciate it if you could avail yourself.

Me: Ma... What would I say Kodwa?

Her: whatever you said to yourself when you were in matric because
Hlalumi wena you weren't born smart you just worked really hard. And then
give them advice on what to do moving forward and focus on the girls...
They need you more because you turned out to be a really great young
woman.

Me: thank you ma'am. I will contact the school ke.

She agreed so we exchanged numbers before saying our goodbyes then

Luphelo and I climbed into the Mustang and he was the one driving.

I played Berita's "Ndicela ikiss" in the car for my husband.

Me: ooh yeah

lityala na uk'thand umuntu wakho?

lityala na, baby ndiyak'buza

Hayi xa kunjalo kushukuthi ndzakufel etrongweni

Yiza masthandane sibhuqane k'qhum' uthuli

Yeah sana ndiyadideka ndiya locka

Nyan nyan ungowami

ingathi andikholelwa

intliziyo yamu uyayikhanyisa

ikhanye ithi qhenge

I sang for him and he rolled his eyes and looked forward.
Me: ya blush'a wena myeni wam? Hm?

-are you blushing you my husband?

Luphelo: khayeke Hlalumi.

He said whilst trying to hold himself together.

Me: yayiva lento uthanda undenza yona wena? Cimba kumnandi u

blush'a? Heh Finisher? Ngumtshato wam nyan lo? Heh wena Mharu? Heh
wena Ntoyam yokqhayisa.

-do you feel what you like to do to me? You think it's nice to blush? Is this
really my marriage?

Luphelo cleared his throat and tried to hold himself together so that he
wouldn't crack.

Luphelo: ubudoda bam Hlalumi.

-my manliness.

Me: butheni ubudoda bakho Ndoda yam?

-what about your manliness my man?

Luphelo: buyemka kalok Mababy indoda ayi qhoshi kalok.

-it's depleting Mababy a man isn't supposed to blush.

Me: ukhetha ubudoda bakho or kanye ukhetha ukubangu Mharu?

-do you choose your manliness or do you choose to be Mharu?

He giggled whilst rolling his eyes. Luphelo has the cutest blush ever.

Luphelo: ndiketha ubangu Mharu.

-I choose to be Mharu.
Me: moja ke bawo.

He smiled as he looked forward on the road ahead.

When we arrived at home, Luphelo and I took our Kumie's new clothes and
then we put them on the bed. Daddy bought 8 new pairs of shoes for him
including some that were bigger than his current size in preparation for his
growth, he bought 5 jeans, 7 t-shirts, socks, sweaters, a leather jacket, a
turtle neck and a black shirt. He also bought a baby watch that doesn't tell
time but looks good as a baby accessory for his first son. My husband was
all smiles as he dressed his son in New clothes.

Luphelo: semhle mntaka Lumi no Phelo.

He said as he admired his baby and showered him with kisses with
uKumkani completely absorbed. He loves his father so much its cute to
watch. My man kept playing dress up with his son who was slowly fading
from being tired. He started crying though and I figured he must be hungry
so I went downstairs with him to make his bottle. The door bell rang so I left
uKumkani in his high chair and then I went to open up. One of Luphelo's
friends from his squad was standing behind it with a skinny, beautiful yellow
bone woman whom I know personally because I used to go to school with
her. I raised my eyebrow.

Me: molweni.

Them: hi.

Anelisa avoided eye contact with me.

Joe: ukhona uFinisher?

-is Finisher around?

Me: yeah... Come in.

They both came in and I called for my husband.

Me: Mharu!!

Luphelo: ndi yeza Ntikazi.

-I'm coming.

He said as he came downstairs whilst wearing sweatpants and a vest. I

looked at Anelisa's eyes because I know as women whenever we see a
man wearing sweatpants we automatically look down to his dick print. We
do it without even thinking about it and uAnelisa did just that which pissed
me off but ke when you aren't fucking with a man who calls men his age
boys, you have nothing to be ashamed of.

Luphelo: Joe huzet ngoku?

-what's going on now?

Joe: yey Finisher ndimke endlini kwayizolo so ndi zabe ndiya qala ubuya so
ndicela undi cross examine'ishe bawo kuze ndizoba ready for i vrou. If ndi
dlule kuwe yayazi I can do anything.

-I left the house since yesterday so I will only be returning now so please
cross examine me so I can be ready for my wife. If I pass through you then
you know I can do anything.

Me: So Luphelo uzomnceda nawe ke ngoku?

-you're also gonna help him?

Joe: hay Mamu Finisher Yinton na? Please.

Me: Jama?

Luphelo: hay Kodwa baby he needs my help njena.

Me: oh so wena you're helping Cheaters out ngoku? Birds of a feather flock
together ke.

Luphelo: Ntikazi sukundi fanisa nale kaka.

-don't compare me to this shit.

Joe: mizuzu Finisher awusazi shine'isi mfee.

We laughed as I agreed to let uLuphelo cross examine his cheating friend

so Joe sat down while Luphelo stood. I laughed at the cross examination
that was occurring because uJoe was cracking. He was fucked shame.

I fed uKumkani and then burped him as uAnelisa came to the kitchen.

Anelisa: Molo Ncumo.

Me: hey.

Anelisa: I see your dreams came true.

Me: no his dreams came true. Mine are still a work in progress.

Anelisa: okay... So... Uyamthanda or kanye he's your ladder?

-do you love him?

Me: he's my ladder.

I said as we both giggled.

Anelisa: haska uyaxoka Uyamthanda.

-you're lying you love him.

I smiled. Me: true.

Anelisa: so I suppose you're asking what I'm doing with uJoe and I suppose
you don't want me around your husband.

Me: no I know

What you are doing no Joe and no I don't care about you being around him
cos uyawube uhlokoloza inyoka emgodini ukba unoy zama kuye lento
uyenza ku Joe.

-you'll be provoking a snake in its hole if you try what you're doing to Joe to
him.

She giggled.

Anelisa: haibo Ncumo... You were so timid eHigh School and only spoke
kwi debating but now you're so fiery.

Me: Vitamin D kalok mntase.

Anelisa: unika i power mntase?

-it gives you power?

Me: umthondo ufana nje ne red bull it gives you wings mntakabawo.

-dick is just like red bull.

We both burst out laughing.

Anelisa: I have a favor to ask Ncumo.

Me: yeah?

Anelisa: ndicela ungaba xeleli abantu about... Joe and I.

-please don't tell people about Joe and I.

Me: oh... Okay.

I said as Kumkani fell asleep in my arms.

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Joe and my husband came back to join uAnelisa and I. Luphelo looked
perfectly fine but uJoe looked stressed.

Anelisa: ithini verdict?

-what is the verdict?

Luphelo: hay yi life sentence Lena. And he's going to be in maximum

security prison.

Joe: suybaxa fondin Finisher yere uyathanda ke wena ubanje msun wakho.
-don't over exaggerate damn you like to be like this you ass.

Luphelo laughed as uJoe clicked his tongue. I don't know how he manages
to be this tranquil.

Anelisa: so uzothini?

-what are you going to do?

Me: honestly Anelisa no Joe... Ndicela ni discuss'e iplans zenu zobhanxa

umfazi ka Joe phandle. I don't want bad vibes mna.

-please discuss your plans to fool Joe's wife outside.

Joe: Luphelo?

He was hoping his friend would stick up for him.

Luphelo: uthethile uNkosikazi fondin. Hambani.

-The wife has spoken. Leave.

Joe: mnk okay LJ. Bye bye'in.

We said our goodbyes as they made their way out. Luphelo closed the door
behind them so I went to go and put uKumkani down. Luphelo grabbed my
butt as I put uKumkani in his cot.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza?

I didn't pay any attention to him.

Luphelo: ndiya thetha Hlalumi.

-I'm speaking.

His tone was a bit more demanding now. I love it when he gives me that
side of him.

Me: heh?
Luphelo: uphendula bani njalo?

-whom are you answering like that?

Me: wena.

-you.

I mumbled. He exhaled

Luphelo: masambe siye kwi office yam.

-let's go to my office.

He said as I reluctantly followed him to his office because we can't argue in

Kumkani's presence. I closed the door behind myself once I was in then I
faced uLuphelo who took my hand and then pulled me closer to his body.

Luphelo: Nkosikazi xelela umntu wakho umoshe phi kuze azoy lungisa,
akuncamise so gqhiba siyolala kunye.

-tell your person where he ruined things so that he could fix it, kiss you and
then we go to sleep together.

My mouth betrayed me by letting a nervous giggle escape my lips. This

fight was over before it even started all because of his lethal combination of
being charming with words and also that amazing voice of his.

Me: yazi Jama wena... I can't with you anymore. You win. Masambe
siyolala.

-let's go to sleep.

Luphelo: no let's talk about it Hlalumi. I don't want to sweep your emotions
under the rug. I'm listening.

He said genuinely.
Me: Mharu I just don't like what happened. You helping him lie to his wife
after what we've been through thina just recently doesn't make sense to
me.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

Luphelo: I didn't see it that way Hlalumi. I'm sorry. I'm just desensitized to
things like this ngoba... I defend murderers for a living so what's a cheating
man kum? I'm sorry Ntikazi.

Me: it's okay baby. Let's go to our bedroom ngoku.

Luphelo: moja.

He said as he followed behind me and then we walked back to our

bedroom.

It's always a shocker when Luphelo and I don't have sex. Because my
husband is notorious for being sexual even amongst people he has never
had sex with. But they know from rumors that they have heard from other
women whom he has fucked that uLuphelo was that kind of man whom you
already knew that if he even dm's you that he wants to fuck you. As his
wife, in bed I'm even afraid sometimes of thrusting my ass against him
when we're sleeping because his dick is going to wake up and he's gonna
wanna fuck me.

So Sleeping next to uLuphelo in a nutshell is like one of those dangerous

scenes in abnormally-large-animal-on-the-loose kind of movies where
people have to escape a close call and pray they don't catch the attention
of the animal.

I slept butt naked next to my husband last night so I got up and then I went
to the en suite to brush my teeth. Then I went to fetch uKumkani from his
cot and then I brought him back to bed with me to breastfeed him since he
was awake.

Luphelo woke up. And looked at me with a half bitten lip. His morning
erection was on perfect display because naye he was naked. The sight of
me breast feeding his son naked always gets to him.

Luphelo: Molo Ntikazi.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: unjani?

He asked as he scanned the view of my body.

Me: ndi right wena?

Luphelo: I'm okay.

He said as he yawned. He kissed his baby and then he got up and went to
brush his teeth. By the time he was back, I was already burping uKumkani
but he wanted to do it himself so I gave him his son and then we kissed. My
phone rang and Luphelo took a far stretch to get it himself and I honestly
thought it was cute how he's now also tripping over people that call me. He
answered on loudspeaker.

Luphelo: Hlalumi's phone hello.

Ma: Pabbles molo mntanam.

Luphelo: Ma why do you have a different number?

Ma: uTatakho undi thengele i phone entsha.

-your father bought me a new phone.

Luphelo: ngoske wasebenzisa la Sim indala.

-you should have just used the old Sim card.

Ma: hay mntanam ndifuna ukubuzwa kalok kuze ndizoni xelela ukba ndine
phone entsha.

-no my child I want to be asked so I can tell you that I have a new phone.

Luphelo and his mother both giggled.

Luphelo: Nozala wena Kodwa. But anyway ufuna ntoni ku Mkam?

-what do you want from my wife?

Ma: kukho inkomo eDaku kwa Jama so bendizo cela ayopheka. Yayazi
kalok upheka kamnandi uHlalumi Kodwa funeka ecengiwe uMercedes.

-there's a cow slaughtering ritual at Daku at the Jama house so I was

gonna ask her to cook. You know Hlalumi is a good cook but Mercedes has
to be pleaded.

They laughed and I giggled internally.

Luphelo: qondile Nozala kalok but I'm gonna talk to her.

Ma: okay ke Pabbles.

Luphelo: shot ke Nozala.

Ma: bye baby.

She said before hanging up and then left her son to do the pleading on her
behalf.

I agreed to go and cook at Luphelo's home but I wanted to do things

differently this time. I didn't want to call u Lelethu because then I would be
so consumed by her and her lit conversations that I would barely pay
attention to what I'm supposed to be doing as a wife. Wife goals aside, I
shouldn't be forgetting that I'm a wife first so I should do my duties as
respectfully and efficiently as possible. I first brought some spices and
sauces from home that I usually use when I cook just to give their food
some flavour.

So I arrived eDaku whilst wearing a blue shirt, brown and white patterned
aprons with my blue Bathu sneakers. I had a doek on and I looked
amazing. I greeted everyone within my path at the house and had to
introduce myself to those that didn't know me before heading to the kitchen
where an Aunt in charge of the food I guess was there.

Me: Molo Dabawo. Ndicela ukubuza ndenze ntoni?

-may I ask what should I do?

Aunt: wenze ntoni? Hehake... Pheka nje ngabanye abafazi.

-what should you do? Cook like the rest of the wives.

I swallowed.

Me: okay.

I said with a smile before rolling my sleeves up and then I went to look for
vegetables. I found spinach so I took as much as I could handle and then
went to wash it in a Tupperware bowl whilst she watched me.

Aunt: hay yeka eso spinach wena... Nantsika... Ngubani kanene igama
lakho?

-no leave that spinach you... What's your name again?

Me: Hlalumi.

Aunt: Hlumisa yeka i spinach sininzi esenziweyo yenza ikhapetchu. Silula

sona si right for i slay queen.

-leave the spinach there's already much of it that's been done make the
cabbage. Its easy it's alright for a slay queen.
I inhaled as the other wives in the kitchen gasped. They found this lowkey
humorous.

Me: okay.

I faked another smile as I rinsed the wet spinaches and packed them back
to where they were. I decided to fuck her damn instructions and cook
because she must looked at me and thought that I can't cook just because
I'm beautiful. So I went to fetch the spinach that I had left because I know
they hadn't made it. She just wanted to hurt my feelings.

Aunt: Hlumisa awuva na?

-don't you listen?

Me: Dabawo andiyazi yintoni inxaki yakho nam kwaye ukxelela inyani...
Andi khathali ngoba ndize ngo mtshato apha so mna ndizokwenza lento
ilindeleke kum. But ayithi lonto mandi nyamezele wena so gqhiba ndi
goduke

Ndi nyamezela lomntu ndim tshatileyo. So ndicela undi yeke uhambe

Uyohlala nabanye oMama ngoba mna andizo mosha mbiza apha
Ndiyakwazi upheka.

-Aunt I don't know what your problem is with me and to tell you the truth I
don't care because I came here by wedlock so I'm only doing what it
expected of me. But that doesn't mean I should endure you and then go
home and tolerate the person I'm married to. So please leave me then you
can go sit with other elderly women because I'm not going to ruin your pots
here I can cook.

Aunt: umfazi aka phenduli abantu bakulo myeni wakhe ntombazana. Khathi
ndike ndi phonele u bhuti kuze azobiza intlanganiso yosapho malungelana
nale ndaba.

-a wife doesn't answer the people from her husband's family girl. Let me
call my brother so he can call a family meeting about this.
Me: yanele i airtime yakho? Cos ndingaku thengela noba ngeye R100 kuze
ingazo phela usa thetha.

-is your airtime enough? Cos I could buy even R100 airtime for you so that
it doesn't finish while you're still talking.

I said before she clapped her hands twice and then walked away. I heard
her down the passage scolding at someone to take the anger out on
someone else.

The food turned out perfectly and Luphelo's dad couldn't stop raving about
the fact that it was made by his daughter-in-law ebuhlanti. Dabawo finally
came around to thank me for my food and to apologize for the way she
treated me wathi it was a defense mechanism since she thought I would be
disrespectful first due to the fact that I'm married to a wealthy man etc but
saw that I'm actually down to earth until provoked.

So I ended the day off on a high note but I was upset because uLuphelo
didn't show up to this ceremony although he promised he would come. I
drove home and found that there was a party going on in my house. All of
Luphelo's friends were there and some more people that I didn't know. I
went looking for uLuphelo whom I found in the main pool which is in the
backyard.

I was so pissed because I was at his home all day cooking and being a
spouse kanti yena he's just gonna turn up in our house without asking
permission from me? Nah... So I went upstairs and then decided to change
into my swimsuit. I wore my one piece swimsuit because I didn't want to
expose too much skin but at the same time... My cleavage and hips were
on display and I knew that would piss uLuphelo off so I walked back to the
backyard where uLuphelo was now dancing to Mlindo's "Macala". He was
killing the "Aw yeye uyeye uyeye uyeye" part. I tapped him on the shoulder.

Me: Molo Mharu.

He looked at me and immediately took the towel that was wrapped around
his neck and gave it to me.

Luphelo: gqhuma intozam Hlalumi.

-cover my things.

He demanded.

Me: ezam izinto zona ezi uzi vezileyo?

-what about my things that you're revealing?

Luphelo: intoni Hlalumi?

-what?

Me: abs zam ezi ziphandle? Unxibe i boxers Mharu for wonke umntu
makabone izinto ezi bonwa ndim.

-what about my abs that are exposed? You're wearing boxers Mharu for
everyone to see the things that I see.

Yanga: khame baya xabana ke ngoku lewei aba?

-wait so are they arguing like this?

Reid: ewe Njayam. And i serious ke kubo le argument.

-yes. And this argument is serious to them.

They all giggled but Luphelo didn't find it funny. He'll be strong wethu.

.
.

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My husband signaled that we should go inside the house and he wrapped

the towel around my waist to hide my buttocks and hips and then he gave
me a piggy back ride to hide my cleavage against his chest. That was truly
funny. His Jealousy is adorable.

He carried me to our bedroom and then he put me down and closed the
door behind us.

Luphelo: hambo nxiba Hlalumi.

-go get dressed.

Me: ndi nxibe njani Kodwa kukho I pool party kwam ngoku?

-how should I get dressed but there’s a pool party at my house right now.

Luphelo: I’m gonna call it off then we head to a different location ke Hlalumi
if you’re gonna use this as an excuse to expose indawu zam.
Me: Luphelo I was being overworked kokwenu and you promised me you
would come but you didn’t. And you basically lied me ngenxa ye party? I
just wanted you to be as pissed as I was but I don’t want us to make
arguing in front of abantu a habit.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I’m sorry.

Me: is that all you’re gonna say?

He just looked at me as a way to tell me that it was all he was gonna say.

Me: uphi uKumkani?

-where is Kumkani?

Luphelo: usekhaya.

-he’s at my home.

Me: nabani Luphelo? Because family yakho bise Daku.

-with who?

Luphelo: Lusanda.

Me: so this whole party shit was planned if you could ask uLusanda to keep
uKumkani for you!

I said as I shook my head and then I went to my closet to change clothes. I

wanted to go and fetch uKumkani so I wore a black t-shirt with a tight black
skirt and then I wore my thigh high boots. I looked really beautiful so I did
my make up and then I drove to Luphelo’s home.

.
uSihle wasn’t at home because uBulelani had asked to spend time with
uZana so Sihle tagged along since she didn’t trust uBulelani to be alone
with her daughter and I thought that was so mature of her. She hates his
guts but she knew she had to supervise him around their daughter. Ma was
in the house and I was surprised she was already back.

Ma: yey Hlalumi eso skirt.

-that skirt.

Me: ndiyasi thanda nje Mama.

-I like it.

Ma: hay Hlalumi mahn.

Me: Ma ukuba uzomane undi xelela nge mpahla yam ndizom shiya unyana
wakho.

-If you keep telling me about my clothing I’m going to leave your son.

Ma: yhu yhu thiza xolo sthandwa sam unga hamba nge panty ene lace
wena as long as ungazom shiya yhu ndinga thini unyana wam abuyele kwi
depression.

-I’m sorry my love. You could even walk around with your lace panty as
long as you aren’t going to leave him. What would I do if my son went back
to depression.

I giggled.

Me: ndiya dlala Ma.

-I’m playing.

She smiled.

Ma: I know sisi. Enkosi ngo beka uPhumeza endaweni yakhe. Beku
ghezela Ngenxa ungu Mfazi ka Luphelo and ebona ukuba uLuphelo wenza
ncono kunabakhe abantwana bedibene. Ngelo xesha ke uzithulele unyana
wam akabenzi nto abanye abantu kwi family sithi aba abanyisayo.

-thank you for putting Phumeza in her place. She was shitting on you
because you’re Luphelo’s wife and she can see that he’s going better than
all her children combined. That time my son is quiet and he doesn’t do
anything to other people in the family. It’s us that he’s fucking up.

I laughed.

Me: yeah she told me Ma. But mna I’m tired yho… Ndizo Landa uKumkani
ngoku.

-I’m here to fetch Kumkani.

Ma: okay baby ndizayomlanda.

-I’m going to fetch him.

Me: thanks Ma.

I said as she got up and then she went to fetch uKumkani. She came back
with him and his belongings and I thanked her for her help. She’s such an
amazing mother in law who is able to admit that her son needs me and for
that, I truly appreciate this woman.

I bought some Steers for myself on my way home. I knew my husband

wouldn’t be at home when I arrive so I didn’t buy anything for him. Kumkani
was amazing company on my way back with his baby sounds but he was
crying more often now. He had began teething so his gums were always
itchy but uLuphelo had already gotten him a toy to munch on to relieve the
itch.
My husband was really gone by the time I came home and he didn’t answer
any of my calls. His phone went straight to voicemail anyway so I wasn’t
really upset. It’s not like he was going out of his way to ignore me. So
Kumkani and I went into the house and then chilled in the living room for a
while whilst I ate my blazing onion burger. Once I was done eating, I went
upstairs no Kumkani and then I decided to just chill in Luphelo’s office for a
second and just envision myself being LJ for a moment. I wanted to
envision myself being the CEO of two different companies, a double
qualified man, a heavy weight attorney with respect at his feet who gets a
Mustang for his birthday. So I sat on his chair and what was funny was how
my feet could barely touch the floor.

Me: haike haike Ncumolwethu. Don’t let this be symbolic.

I said as I adjusted his chair and then pushed it forward and I opened
Luphelo’s MacBook. The password was so easy and straight forward
“mojabawoshotqondile”. I didn’t have to guess, he had mentioned it once to
me and I remembered.

I randomly checked files that seemed interesting to me which were mostly

case related information. So I went on to check his emails because
uLuphelo is so smart he could have an affair and communicate with his
girlfriend via his emails so I snooped until I found one email from the Young
Businesspeople Association. I read it:

Dear Mr L Jama

I hope this finds you well.

We have kindly received your submission relating to the contributions your

spouse, Mrs N Jama, has made in your business. We are highly impressed
by her innovation and creativity and we do believe that she has the tools
needed to be a powerhouse in the business world.
However, we cannot consider her to be a nominee in next year’s “Young
Businesswoman of the Year” category solely because she does not own a
business and therefore doesn’t meet the most significant requirement to be
in this category.

We as the YBA truly believe in Mrs Jama’s talent and we would hate for it
to go to waste. Therefore we would like to groom her by offering her a
chance to go to the United States of America to be enrolled in a year long
programme at the Harvard Business School. All she will need to do is to
write a multiple choice test to test her IQ, English literacy and Mathematical
levels to see whether she qualifies to receive admission to Harvard on the
15th of October.

Attached below is a PDF of a document that contains all of the important

information.

Kind Regards,

Julie

The email ended and I looked at the date it was sent. Luphelo received this
email 6 days ago and he had never told me about it. Anger consumed me. I
couldn’t understand why the fuck he didn’t tell me about this shit when I
clearly deserved to know. He must have hidden it from me because he
selfishly wanted me to stay behind and not leave him.
The tears fell silently from my eyes so I wiped them and then printed the
email including the PDF so that I could be able to pursue this myself.

I was going halfway nuts all by myself so I decided to drive to Lelethu’s

house with uKumkani. It was a beautiful Saturday night and I didn’t wanna
spend it alone in an empty house whilst the man I married was out living his
best life.

I knocked on Lelethu’s door and she opened.

Lelethu: hey Kumie.

She said as she excitedly took him from me.

Me: ndikhona nam Lelethu.

-I’m also here.

She giggled.

Lelethu: I know qha hay wethu.

Me: I really need you to be a friend ke namhlanje.

I said as I walked in and then sat down on her couch. She could tell by the
way I spoke that something was heavy on my chest.

Lelethu: Okay Mamu Finisher… Whats the matter?

She asked as she sat down next to me.

Me: chomi namhlanje I went through my husband’s MacBook… And I saw

an email from the YBA’s and apparently uLuphelo tried to get me
nominated for the Young Businesswoman Award right.

She nodded nervously. She really cares about Luphelo and I. I see it in her
eyes.

Lelethu: which is a good thing right Hlalumi?

She asked nervously.

Me: yeah but then they rejected his submission ngoba I don’t have a
business but instead offered to let me study eHarvard Business school for
a year Lethu… And he didn’t tell me about it. Khacinge he didn’t tell me
about this opportunity Kodwa yena he’s got everything. How selfish is
uJama na Lelethu?

I asked as I cried in her arms and she hugged me.

Lelethu: he’s trying to keep his family intact Kodwa Hlalumi –

Me: He must let me fucking decide kalok Lelethu and not just make fucked
up decisions about my life by himself.

Lelethu let go of me and then she wiped her own tears.

Lelethu: what are you gonna do ke ngoku Hlalumi?

I sniffed.

Me: I’m gonna write the God damn multiple choice test and hope they don’t
accept me I guess.

I said as I giggled out of frustration.

Lelethu: but baby you’re smart… You will pass this test so we need to start
being realistic here. Are you willing to take a year off from your marriage?
Knowing that you have a sexual husband… He loves you and he’s been
loyal but I don’t think uJama can survive without sex Hlalumi and you
Wanna leave him alone for a year.

Me: it won’t be a full year I will keep coming back Lelethu-

Lelethu: Hlalumi you know what I’m talking about. It just will be too much
for your marriage to handle…long distance relationships are not easy.

Me: well maybe then we aren’t meant to be if his dick needs a baby sitter.

I said as I buried my face in my hands and cried silently.

Lelethu: ndizo hamba nawe Lumi.

-I will go with you.

She burst out.

Me: what?

She nodded whilst wiping the tears from her own face.

Lelethu: I will go with you Hlalumi. I know it’s not gonna be an easy
decision but I don’t want you to put your dreams on hold because of a
marriage that never seems to stop men from accomplishing their dreams.
Ntinga ntaka ndin. Fly Hlalumi. And I wanna see you fly. So… Write that
test and I will apply to Harvard Law school because it has always been my
fucking dream but I couldn’t do it because I was scared of leaving Reid. So
let’s go. And if we lose our marriages… Then heeeey at least we gonna be
divorcees with Harvard certification.

I giggled. Me: yeah? Lelethu: yeah.

She said as we emotionally hugged one another.

Lelethu and I drank so much wine to help deal with our emotional pain that
I didn’t think I was going to be able to drive home. So being the good
mother that I am, I fed my baby and put him down although I was extremely
drunk. I was gonna sleepover so Lelethu gave me a bedroom to sleep in
and gave me some clothes to sleep in.

I was dosing off when uLuphelo came inside the room and sat on the bed
next to me.

Luphelo: baby?
He called me in a semi annoyed voice.

Me: hm?

Luphelo: Masi goduke.

-let’s go home.

Me: goduka wena. Mna ndi right apha.

-you go home. I’m alright here.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I’m sorry about the party and for not coming through ke Hlalumi.
Can we go home ngoku?

Me: no.

Luphelo: Hlalumi I don’t have all night. Let’s go home.

I sat upright.

Me: how part-

Luphelo: ha.a ha.a Hlalumi. I’m not in the mood for your English okay…
Thetha isiXhosa.

-speak isiXhosa.

I exhaled. Me: Andizi.

-I’m not coming.

He popped his fingers.

Luphelo: okay ingathi ufuna ndi khuphe umthondo ngoku ngoba uyandi
capukisa-
-okay you probably want me to take out my dick now because you’re
pissing me off-

Me: Okay okay Jama asilwi… Masambe.

-we aren’t fighting. Let’s go.

I said as I got up from the bed and tried to act like I had shit under control.
Luphelo took uKumkani and then we went downstairs where Reid and
Lelethu were taking care of their son. Luphelo said our goodbyes and then
we walked out to his Mustang.

Insert 147

The drive back home was silent because uLuphelo was playing slow jams
and his driving is extra cautious when he’s drunk so it was smooth. The
alcohol in my system combined with the temperature in the car made me
sleepy but I didn’t want to fall asleep in the car so I waited until we arrived
home. Luphelo waited for me to carry uKumkani into the house whilst he
parked his Mustang in the garage and then he looked at it for about 5
seconds before remote closing the garage. He loves this car. I think I might
be jealous of the spark he has in his eyes when he looks at it.

He then came to open the door for us so I walked in with our baby. The
smell of our house is always so welcoming.

Luphelo: awulambanga Mabhebheza?

-aren’t you hungry?

I shook my head as I walked upstairs with uKumkani. I put him down and
then climbed into my side of the bed at the same time that uLuphelo came
into the bedroom with a glass of more alcohol.

Luphelo: Majama ndicela sithethe.

-can we please talk.

He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his back faced towards
me. I didn’t want to talk but I simultaneously didn’t want to discourage his
maturity to want to solve things between us before they get out of hand so I
sat upright and faced him to show him that he had my attention.

Luphelo: ndicela uxolo ukuba uziva ingathi udelelekile. Uyayazi ndiku

xelela qho ukuba awunyanzelekanga ukuba uyo pheka ekhaya Kodwa
wena Majama uyile wayodlala indima yakho kwaye uNozala undi xelele
ukba wenze umsebenzi oncomekayo. Nalendaba Yale party… Ndicela

uxolo ngoku delela Majama. Ndicela uxolo ngoveza indawu ezi bonwa
nguwe wedwa (we both chuckle) Kodwa ke ayiphinde yenzeke lonto. Ndiya
funga Mlowa.

-I’m sorry if you feel like you’re disrespected. You know I tell you all the
time that you aren’t forced to cook at my home but Majama you went and
played your role and mom told me that you did a great job. And this issue
about the party… I’m sorry for disrespecting you Majama. I’m sorry for
exposing the parts that only you see but that won’t happen again. I swear
Mlowa.

He said before caressing my chin and my tears betrayed me by falling. I

don’t deserve uLuphelo. I think maybe Luphelo would have been average if
every man just stepped up to the plate and we had more of him and Reid’s
in the world but their scarcity makes me cry when I think of how badly I
need to accomplish my dreams. I love him but I will never forgive myself for
not following my dreams.

Luphelo: ukhalelani baby?

-why are you crying?

I wiped my tears. He was concerned and honestly he just made me sober

all over again.

Me: it’s the alcohol… I’m just emotional because of your apology.

Luphelo: are you sure?

I nodded so he came around to my side to give me a hug and I held him

tightly. The anger had subsided now and I was finding myself questioning
whether I would be able to survive an entire year without him.

Me: ndiyaku thanda Mharu.

-I love you.

Luphelo: ndiyaku thanda namu babe.

-I love you too.

He said whilst wrapping his arms around my waist. I honestly don’t know
how long I stayed in his arms but he never complained. He allowed me to
take my time because he knows that I belong to him.

.
.

I woke up with a terrible headache in the morning so I got up and then went
to get medication for myself in the kitchen. I drugged my body with all these
different headache tablets until my

body felt like it could function again before getting started with breakfast for
uJama who came down with uKumkani.

Luphelo: Hlalumi are you okay?

Me: ewe baby. I just recovered from a hangover.

Luphelo: okay. Awusemhle.

-you’re so beautiful.

He smiled and I giggled. Me? Beautiful? At a time like this? Nah.

Me: ufuna impundu Jama?

-do you want ass?

Luphelo: I didn’t initially want it Kodwa ungandi Nika.

-you can give it to me.

He said as we both laughed about it. I was feeling nervous about telling
uLuphelo that I knew about Harvard but I knew he couldn’t hear it from
anyone else and he most certainly couldn’t hear it after I get my results. I
exhaled as I dished up our food and then fed uKumkani while u Luphelo ate
his food. Once I was done, I burped him and then I carried him on my back
whilst his pacifier was in his mouth.

Me: Mharu?

Luphelo: hm?
Me: ndicela I kiss?

-can I please have a kiss.

Luphelo: izoy Landa.

-come and fetch it.

He said as I walked over to him and then I kissed him. It was a tongue kiss
that lasted about 10 seconds. Then I retreated and went back to my side of
the room.

Me: Jama I found the email.

He dropped his fork onto his plate and made a sound.

Luphelo: bufuna ntoni kwi emails zam Hlalumi?!

-what did you want from my emails Hlalumi?!

Me: I was bored Luphelo-

Luphelo: kudala ndakxelela download’a uCandy Crush Hlalumi!! What the

fuck did you find?

-I have told you long ago to download Candy Crush!!

Me: getting angry at me won’t change the situation at hand Luphelo.

I said calmly as he looked away with a clenched jaw.

Luphelo: ndi phendule.

-answer me.

Me: I have an opportunity to go to Harvard that you didn’t tell me about.

Luphelo: uyandi Sola dahn?

-do you blame me?

Me: yes Luphelo I do. Kutheni ungandi Nikanga I choice?

-why didn’t you give me a choice?

Luphelo: choice yantoni when I know what you’re gonna fucking choose
Mamakhe?! Please don’t leave Majama. Ndiyaku cela… I just sent that
fucking submission because I wanted you to shine Hlalumi. I was just trying
to figure out how we can make this shit work cos Harvard is a huge deal
Hlalumi… I know that. But I also know I can’t spend a year without you.
Please Ntikazi… Please. Don’t leave me..

The tears were falling from both of our eyes by then so I wiped his face.

Me: Luphelo listen to me… I haven’t written the test, okay? I might fail-

Luphelo: there’s no way you’re failing Hlalumi and Uyayazi lonto leyo!

-you know that.

Me: we don’t know that Mharu khayeke please!!

I begged whilst yelling.

Luphelo: they sent me a fucking PDF Hlalumi about the type of questions
you can expect. The IQ test is so easy you could tie with Einstein, la
English yaphana is the English you use kwi voicemail zam and the Maths…
Fuck I solved those questions mentally Hlalumi. Mentally!! So what that
means is that the decision is not up to la test it’s up to you.

He said as he got up from his seat and then he walked out whilst I tried to
stop him by begging him not to leave but yena he just wasn’t hearing it.

.
I called Lelethu when uLuphelo was gone because I didn’t know what else
to do. And I wanted her to let me know if he had gone to their house.

Lelethu: hey babes.

Me: hey (sniffs) Lethu is my husband there?

Lelethu: no why?

Me: I told him about Harvard and he lost it. He’s gone ngoku and I don’t
even know where he is.

Lelethu: yho… I think I should tell uReid nam about my plans ngoba I don’t
want him to maybe hype Luphelo’s anger and think it’s not going to happen
to him too.

Me: no don’t risk your marriage-

Lelethu: I’m not risking anything Hlalumi. If Reid and I aren’t meant to be
then let’s break up over me wanting to go to school rather than me finding
him on top of some woman. I am done wasting opportunities over having a
ring on my finger bruh. So I will talk to him-

Me: let me pass the test kuqhala Lethu, okay?

Lelethu: Hlalumi… I’m going mna with or without you. How many
separations have uReid and I endured for me to keep choosing him over
school? Hay I’m done… So ndizom xelela shame. The last thing I want is to
be a divorcee over a stupid reason busy telling people that I forsaked an
opportunity to study eHarvard because of a man who should be able to wait
for me if he’s really mine.

I exhaled.

Me: andisoyiki Lethu. I think I should call his parents and let them speak to
their son.

-I’m so scared.
Lelethu: do that Majama. I will try to figure out where he is mna but I doubt
he would come to the house kalok he knows I will tell you.

Me: yeah okay.

Lelethu: sure baby.

Me: bye for now.

Lelethu: bye.

She hung up so I called Luphelo’s mother on her new number whilst

shaking.

Ma: Majama?

Me: Molo Mama. Unjani?

Ma: ndi right wena bhabha?

Me: ndi right enkosi Ma… Eh Mama mna no myeni wam sine nxaki
eqhubekekayo apha. (sobs lightly)

-my husband and I have a problem going on here.

Ma: what problem Hlalu?

She asked anxiously.

Me: Mama kukho Ithuba ndiye overseas for uyofunda ngoku umyeni wam
akavumelani nalonto.

-there is an opportunity for me to go overseas to go study now my husband

doesn’t agree with that.

Ma: mnike I phone.

-give him the phone.

Me: he left Ma. Andimazi noba uphi ngoku ndicela wena no Tata nize
endlini… Ndicela nimxelele abuye mna ndizo pheka so gqhiba si thetha
ngale ndaba.

-I don’t even know where he is now so I ask you and father to come to the
house. Please tell him to come back. I’m gonna cook so we could talk
about this issue.

Ma: okay Hlalumi. Andisena stress Thixo wam but ndizom xelela va and
then tell you ku WhatsApp ukba ithini into.

-I’m so stressed my God but I’m gonna tell him and then tell you on
WhatsApp what he says.

Me: okay Ma.

Ma: sure bye.

Me: bye.

I hung up and then put my phone down.

I didn’t want to tell my own mother about this because Mama has always
told me to put myself before any man that does not art in Heaven. So I
knew she would relentlessly stand with me because Mama has always told
me that the love of a man doesn’t come with a warranty so by all means I
should push to better myself. I knew I was taking a risk by wanting to leave
my husband

but this was a risk I had to take. Men are unreliable creatures ladies so be
very mindful of the sacrifices you make for them because one day those
sacrifices will be the source of your insanity once he walks out on you like
you never turned down once-in-a-lifetime opportunities.
I cooked as promised because uMa told me that she had gotten through to
her son and he said he was going to come at the 7 pm that she had set up
for the meeting. So I was dressed in a skirt, skirt and a doek whilst
wrapping my scarf around my waist to be respectful of Luphelo’s parents
once they come through and they did. Luphelo yena arrived 15 minutes
later looking less than sober but being drunk has never ruined Luphelo’s
character so I wasn’t concerned.

I dished up the food and then served every one but Luphelo just stared at
me when I gave him his food.

Senior: Luphelo sukhubekisa umfazi wakho ngongatyi xayeku phekele.

-don’t hurt your wife’s feelings by not eating when she has cooked for you.

Luphelo: Timer kuphi apha? Asikhose ndlini yam?

-Dad what is this place? Aren’t we in my house?

Senior: whats your point?

Luphelo: sukundi xelela ukuba mandithini.

-don’t tell me what to do.

Senior: Kwedin uzobethwa unye ndim wena ukuba uzobanje kule meeting.

-boy you’re going to be beaten the fuck up by me if you’re going to be like

this in this meeting.

Luphelo scoffed and everyone felt that. We knew it meant he was internally
saying that won’t happen but he just didn’t want to disrespect his dad
further by telling him to try. So he took his plate and then he put it in front of
him and I sat down.

Ma: uyazi ke Luphelo andingo Tatakho mna ndawuk betha unye mna eke
Wandi delela. Ndawuk qhomfa unye ngoku 34 years later mna uvile?
-just know that I’m not your father I will fucking beat you if you disrespect
me. I will fucking abort you 34 years later you heard?

She asked whilst pointing her index finger at her son.

Luphelo: Ewe Nozala.

Ma: Sibizwe ngu Hlalumi thina apha ngoba uthi une thuba lofunda
eHarvard but wena awufuni umvumela.

-we were called by Hlalumi here because she says she has an opportunity
to study at Harvard but you won’t let her.

Luphelo: And you’re telling me you don’t understand why?! Nozala… It’s for
a year. A whole year without my wife and my son-

Me: you will travel back and forth Luphelo and besides we can Skype, we
can call we can do whatever to stay in touch-

Luphelo: ayifani Hlalumi. Ndizothini mna ndodwa xawumkile?

-it’s not the same. What am I gonna do when you’re gone?

Senior: you will be a man Luphelo. You’ll be strong. Yinton ingathi azange
ndake ndemka mna? Ndemka for 3 years ngenxa ebeku shorta imisebenzi
eBhayi Luphelo and worked eJoburg and thina we didn’t have oSkype but I
came back home ndine experience eya ndenza ndi qheshwe rhou and my
marriage was still strong. And siselapha no nyoko singenazo ezonto zika
Skype.

Nanku Luyanda umfazi wakhe was paid to travel emke ixesha elide and
their marriage was okay yena he ruined things by slapping her. Lots of
marriages go through such changes Luphelo due to a lack of jobs eSouth
Africa but they work out just fine. Why are you being so stubborn?

Harvard is one of the best Universities in the world and you expect
uHlalumi to let it go just to be with you for a year? You have money
fondin… USA is like your backyard for nina and if this marriage is meant to
be it will survive this. Just don’t be selfish Luphelo please nyana.
-why is it like I never left? I left for 3 years because there was a job
shortage in PE.. And your mother and I are still here without Skype.

Senior pleaded whilst his son struggled to deal with his emotions on his
seat.

Luphelo: Kodwa Timer ndiyamthanda. Uzothini ukuba ubone omnye umntu

kula kaka ye America angafuni ukubuya?

-but Dad I love her. What will you say if she sees someone in that shitty
America and doesn’t wanna come back?

Ma: Jama wam… People don’t have to go far before they can find
someone to leave you for. And mna I trust uMolokazana… But Nani as
men you are so unpredictable and impulsive that she can’t sacrifice such
an opportunity for a man who might leave her ngomso. I love you baby
Uyayazi lonto but I have a daughter and if u Lusanda was in Hlalumi’s
place I would tell her to be strong and to find the strength to go there. Part
of being in a marriage is to be able to understand that umntu wakho is also
human and will need to do things naye to boost him or herself and nawe
you need to allow that to happen because you love your partner. This isn’t
easy for your wife either she loves you… But Luphelo allow her to leave.
Suba selfish. Many married couples in South Africa do this as your father
said its not just you qha people have to do what they have to do to survive
in this economic crisis and Nina yes you’re wealthy you don’t need anything
but let’s just pretend you’re desperate and you need this. For your wife’s
sake

please nyana. It’s not even a full year it’s just months so please Pabbles.
Please Tiyeka. You will discuss everything else about uKumkani once she
has you support and you have calmed down so please baby.

His mother begged her son who politely excused himself saying he “can’t
deal with this shit right now” so he got up and then walked out of the house
again. I kept my head down whilst wiping my face. I’m done crying.

.
.

I stayed with Luphelo’s parents for two hours before they said their
goodbyes. I needed them to stay and be my emotional anchor but they had
to leave so I washed the dishes and then went upstairs no Kumkani where
uLelethu called me.

Me: hey.

Lelethu: did you find him?

Me: ewe chomi. But he left again.

Lelethu: wow.

Me: yeah. Did you speak to Reid?

Lelethu: uvumile.

-he agreed.

Me: just like that?

Lelethu: not just like that but he may be my husband… But he’s also my
best friend. And best friends support one another even when it hurts.

The tears fell from my eyes but I wiped them quickly.

Me: yeah that’s true. Congrats ke baby. Apply so we can wrap this shit up.

Lelethu: okay baby. When’s your test?

Me: in two days.

Lelethu: good luck. Shit Kungawo mahni the fuck dude!! Jonga Lumi I need
to leave vha?

Me: okay bye.

Lelethu: bye.

She hung up so I changed into my pyjama and then climbed into bed no
Kumkani. I called Luphelo and he didn’t pick up my calls. All that he did
was to send a text “I’m safe”. I replied “thanks for letting me know. I love
you”. He didn’t reply to that one.

Insert 147 (Continuation) : Nolonwabo Nollie Ntlabati

I received a call from uLelethu when I was in bed. I answered it quickly

because I knew it was relating to my husband.

Me: Lele?

Lelethu: come over.

Me: u lapho uMharu?

-is Mharu there?

Lelethu: ewe Lumi.

Me: sure.

I hung up and then requested an Uber since my car was already at their
place and it arrived after 20 minutes. Honestly, it felt like it was longer so I
climbed into the Uber with uKumkani and paid my fee. It dropped me off
eSummerstrand at Reid and Lelethu’s mansion. I knocked on the door and
Reid opened.

Reid: hey.

Me: hi.

I said as I hugged him. He’s such a teddy bear that hugging him alone can
make you emotional.

I sat down on the couch next to Lelethu but opposite uLuphelo who was
busy with his phone.

He was probably toying with his phone settings to avoid having to look at
me.

Reid: Finisher?

Luphelo: hm?

Reid: nanku Mfazi wakho.

-here’s your wife.

Luphelo: ndimbonile.

-I saw her.

He said nonchalantly.
Reid: ndiyayazi ayikho lula lento. My wife wants to leave too and Njayam I
don’t know how I’m going to survive either. But I’m gonna try… Ngoba I
love her. I really do… It hurts Jama I know. We… We love our wives I know
(starts crying)… I know that we love their cooking. I know we love their
company we actually have really cool wives Njayam that are funny, smart…
Annoying too but they are very cool. We’re lucky to have such wives
Luphelo but no one is perfect. But the only downside our wives have… Is
the need to be successful. I say we let them.

-I know this isn’t easy.

Reid said to Luphelo who sniffed while clicking his fingers to strengthen
himself.

Luphelo: unyaka bawo? Ndizo phambana Reid fondin.

-a year? I’m going to go crazy.

Me: I’m gonna go crazy too Mharu. I don’t know why you think this is easy
for me. It hurts Luphelo… But it’s only a year and I’m 22. We have years
together ngoba I’m there to get educated not to get a man or whatever. I’m
married Mharu. Married to you. And I’m happily married to you. My only
fault kule marriage yethu as Reid said… Is wanting to be successful and
wanting to have my own shit. Otherwise Luphelo if I didn’t want success so
much then I would be so perfect. But I’m not perfect sthandwa sam.

Luphelo finally looked at me.

Luphelo: Majama uyandi bulala baby. I have given you all of my assets-

-you’re killing me.

Me: Jama you can’t give me assets that you worked your whole life for. It’s
not fair. If God forbid… We divorce I don’t want your things mna Mharu. I
don’t want a settlement, I don’t want
spousal support… I want to walk out of our marriage with my head held
high and for you to also have everything you had and in that way… We will
not be enemies sthandwa sam.

He exhaled before staring daggers at me.

Luphelo: thetha nge divorce kwakhona Hlalumi. Thetha ngoko hlukana

nam.

-talk about a divorce again Hlalumi. Talk about being apart from me.

He said in a deep voice. Xhosa people know this. When we tell you to do
something in this manner… It means do it and you’re dead.

Me: Xolo Tiyeka. Andiphinde.

-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.

Luphelo: I don’t know why you make it so easy to talk about I divorce
Hlalumi. I can’t even think about it.

He said as he wiped his face.

Me: because you’re emotional Luphelo. I’m not emotional. I’ll be damned if
I lose you and you’re dead if you lose me. Kuyawu nyeka eBhayi eke
ndaku lose’a Luphelo Kodwa wena… Uyawuze ufe ukuba uno lose’a mna.
Either way… Uyandi thanda namu ndakthanda ray yam and asizoko
hlukana but we need to deal with this situation at hand because I love you
unconditionally. You’re the love of my life, uqhala kwam uthanda indoda
endinga zalani nayo. Mharu you’re my heart in human form and I love
you… I swear to God ndifunga ku Qamata so ndizo buya Mqocwa. Ndizo
buya Tiyeka. Once I am back, I will build my business and you will never
have to miss me again. You will never have to compromise again I will be
with you 24/7 Ude Umane undi buza “umhle lomntu undi hleli emtameni”.

They giggled and my husband bit his lip to prevent himself from giving in.

Lelethu: She really loves you Jama. Trust me. Hlalumi thinks you’re cute
Kodwa dololo.
He gave us a side smile mixed with a scoff.

Luphelo: so… Uhamba what? 6-8 months right?

I nodded.

Luphelo: uKumkani yena?

Me: can I please take him with me?

Lelethu: Mna I suggest we first go to the States and then figure out what it’s
like there… Then we bring our sons ke..

Reid: good idea.

Luphelo: in 6-8 months how often do you come home?

Me: every month maybe? I don’t know yet kalok mntuwam.

Luphelo: wow I guess mayikhabe iba ready I membership yam ka

Brazzers.

-I guess my Brazzers membership must be ready.

Reid burst out laughing and Lelethu laughed lowkey but that shit wasn’t
funny.. I just thought about the fact that it was dangerous to let uLuphelo be
by himself apha eBhayi knowing good and well that he loves to fuck. But
men can fuck even if you’re literally with them all the time so I really wasn’t
going to allow my fear of being cheated on mess with my goals.

I was now sitting next to my husband whilst he kept his son in his arms.
Lelethu had just finished applying and I hoped for my sake she would be
accepted. She needs to come with me otherwise
I will be miserable for that entire 6-8 months. Luphelo looked at the
time.

Luphelo: masambe Hlalumi. -let’s go.

Lelethu: oh bawo Finisher you always want to leave.

Luphelo: I live in a fortress. Don’t judge me.

Lelethu: ptsek. Tshonge eyebrows ezintle apha.

-with your nice eyebrows.

She said as we giggled. Luphelo got up so I also had to I suppose and then
we said our goodbyes.

Reid: Jama xabemkile we must stick together in order for us to survive the
distance, okay?

Luphelo: qondile Njayam.

He said as they shoulder bumped each other. Reid is really a calm

individual. His tranquility isn’t a façade like it is with my husband.

Since I was sober, I took uKumkani and put him in my car in his car seat
then strapped him in.

Once he was in safely, I started the car and then drove off and my husband
followed behind me.

We arrived at home, put Kumie down and then he undressed and came to
bed in his underwear.

I was only in my oversized t-shirt and underwear sitting cross legged on the
bed.

Me: Jama?

Luphelo: hm?
Me: thank you for trying to get me nominated for that award.

He scoffed.

Luphelo: ndizi nyisile.

-I fucked myself.

Me: I know it seems that way now… But in the long run it will all work out.
Luphelo Uyayazi I’m a great wife. I cook great food. I clean. I work. I raise
our baby. I never deprive you of pussy. I support you. I’m faithful. I love
you. I contribute to your businesses. I bring you lunch to work. I look out for
you. I do everything for you and I don’t mind… Because that’s my job but
baby imagine what a Harvard certificate can do for me. Khandboleke I 8
months kalok Mharu uyi tsale kula 8 months ndamitha uKumkani.

-please borrow me 8 months and take it from that 8 months I was pregnant
with Kumkani.

He giggled as the tears fell down from his eyes.

Luphelo: ndizoku khumbula Mabhebheza. I just don’t want to think of us

being apart. I don’t want you to become so huge that you forget me.

-I’m going to miss you.

I wiped my own tears.

Me: I’m scared too. I’m scared of losing our bond.

He sniffed.

Luphelo: I remember asking u Luyanda how he manages to live without his

wife and he told me that it gets easier with time. A friend of mine uPaul
once said the same to me. So I suppose it will get easier with time so
yeah… Lumi I’m proud of you. You’re a woman who grew up with her
mother doing everything herself so I understand why you think the way you
do. You never saw a man as a necessity but success has always been the
goal for you. And I know it’s hard to balance that but you’re doing a great
job as a mother and as a wife. If I can’t wait for you then icacile I will never
be able to wait for anybody else so… As much as it fucking hurts

My soul to think about you leaving… I’ll be like Jay Z when he visits
uBeyonce on tour and be supportive.

I giggled as he smiled.

Me: really?

I asked whilst sniffing and he nodded.

Luphelo: yeah. Just go there… Study… Pass and then come home baby.
Who knows? Reid and I might enjoy these USA trips.

He said before I hugged him so tightly that he started to complain wathi I’m
suffocating him.

Me: enkosi Tiyeka. Enkosi Mqocwa.

I thanked him verbally but then realized I promised to fuck him earlier but
first I needed to strip for him..

Me: baby can I strip for you?

Luphelo: usabuza. Qunusela umntu wakho fondin.

-you’re still asking. Bend backwards for your man bruh.

He said while I got up from the bed whilst giggling adorably at his
instructions.

°° 2 days later °°
It was finally time for me to write the multiple choice test so the squad took
time off work just to accompany me to write my test. It was a lot of pressure
seeing that they were all rooting for me to pass so when I arrived at the
Russell Building where I was gonna write my test, I said a prayer to God to
guide me. If I’m not supposed to do this He should let me fail. But if I am
supposed to then may I pass this test.

I nervously went to the assessment room where a woman named Julie was
explaining the rules. I assumed she was the Julie who wrote the email. She
told me I had to score 130 for my IQ test, 80 % for English literacy and
Mathematics. She told me that I would know if I qualify immediately so I
wrote the 3 hours long test and I took my time such that I was done just
when I was told to put my pencil down.

Julie: thank you Mrs Jama.

She said as she took my page and then sat behind her desk and marked.
After 7 minutes she smiled as she looked up at me.

Julie: congratulations you passed.

I exhaled excitedly.

Me: wow. Thank you.

Julie: thank you for taking up this opportunity. Harvard is really amazing
and having that school on your CV will make it so much easier for banks to
accept your business plan for funding because they will know that you
know what you’re talking about. I went there and got my certification I’m
telling you as soon as I mention it during a meeting with investors they sit
up even if they weren’t listening before. I know it’s not going to be easy to
be away from LJ but… It’s worth it.

Me: were you married when you left?

She nodded.

Me: and… How did the distance affect your marriage?

She bit her lip and looked down.

Me: I’m sorry I was just-

Julie: it’s okay Nucumow. When I came back my ex husband had rekindled
things with his ex and she was pregnant.

Me: Thixo!

-God.

Julie: yep. I don’t know what your husband is like underneath the surface
but don’t let this scare you. My husband was a cheater since always so I
don’t blame leaving for what happened. Just… Pass black child. I’m
married to a Xhosa man now and we have a baby girl who is quite on the
darker side you wouldn’t tell she’s really mixed so I’m all for black people
doing big things. That’s why I’m such a fan of your husband he’s brilliant…
Had one of the best video’s in YBA history I mean 8 entire minutes of
success footage is amazing and we spent about an hour over the phone
when he talked about what you did in his company. So yes… Make us
proud Mabhebheza.

We both giggled.

Me: gosh did he really call me that?

She laughed as she nodded.

Me: thank you Julie for the extra boost of confidence. I will make you all
proud.

Julie: black child you can.

She said and I felt emotional to be honest as I walked out and I expected to
find uJama in the car but there he was standing outside of the door and his
face dropped when he saw me with tears in my eyes.

Luphelo: baby why are you crying?

Me: ndi passile Mharu!!

-I passed.

Luphelo: Aw phakama Mkam bakubone!! Rhaaaaa the Jama name is only

gonna get better!! -stand up my wife let them see you.

He said as he picked me up in his arms and then he kissed me. I couldn’t

stop laughing.

Me: Mharu uyanxola!!

-you’re making a noise.

Luphelo: hay ptsek ndi dyola eHarvard mna mabandazi.

-I date at Harvard so they must know me.

Me: baby this is about me and not you.

He laughed as he kissed my forehead and then he held my hand on our

way to the car where he called his father.

Senior: ewe?

Luphelo: Timer?

Senior: ewe?

Luphelo: Timer!

Senior: ewe?

He sounded like a machine because he said that word with the same tone.
Luphelo: mxm Timer ndine good news!

Senior: Yinton uthenge enye I Rolex? Kuzoba tense eBhayi. Kuzonya

nongenzanga nto. Moja. Shot. Qondile.

-what did you buy another Rolex? It’s going to be tense in PE.
I burst out laughing. Kanti this is what Senior is like when he’s not talking to
someone.

Luphelo: Daddy come on I said I’m sorry for how I spoke to you. But it’s all
worth it cos uHlalumi has been accepted.

Senior: haike haike!!! Uthi kuzobakho uJama eHarvard fondin!! Rha

molokazana usifaka ezintweni!!

-you’re saying there’s gonna be a Jama at Harvard. Our daughter in law is

putting us on.

Luphelo: Mfazi wamu Tata fondin!! Hay jonga… Ndine taste.

-my wife!! No look… I have taste.

Senior: for days kalok nyana. Xelela uMolokazana ndithi congrats ndisaya
eToilet mna ngok ndi qhingiwe.

-tell her I say congrats I’m still going to the toilet now I’m constipated.

I giggled whilst Luphelo shook his head.

Luphelo: sure ke Timer.

Senior: sure.

They hung up whilst Lelethu and Reid came to hug and congratulate me.

Insert 148: Lachuma Zoya

We climbed into the car and when I logged onto WhatsApp, uMamu Jama
had already posted my picture from my wedding day on her WhatsApp
status. The caption was so adorable: my beautiful daughter in law. smart,
she says it like it is and she's very strong she bullies my son . hlalumi
mntanam you are taking our Jama name and you are taking it to the best
universities in the world. god bless the day you came into my sons life
ntinga ntombi yase macetheni ntinga malahlalu thuthu ayatshisa wawa
nyathela ungafa ntinga Maka Kumkani make us proud. Wish my father in
law would have met you he would have been proud. ❤ ❤ Love you
Cethekazi elihle.

I literally broke down in the car and uLuphelo was so concerned ngoba he
didn't know what was going on.

Luphelo: Ntikazi utheni?

Me: ngu Mamakho. Look what she wrote kwi status.

-it's your mother.

I said as I showed him the caption she wrote and he was semi emotional
too. Sihle called me.

Me: hey.

Sihle: bitch you're going to Harvard and didn't even tell me?!
Me: Sihle if only you knew the stress I was under-

Sihle: I'm lowkey mad mntase but I also don't want you to waste your joy
explaining to me why you didn't tell me on time. Congratulations Cethekazi!
I'm so fucking proud of you Mamu Jama!!

She was squealing over the phone and I couldn't stop giggling.

Me: thank you baby. I'm so happy.

Sihle: and rightfully so. Granny is calling her friends ngoku she's telling
them about your acceptance. ♀

Me: Oh uMaka Baby ke. What's she saying?

Sihle: khaze uzomuva ngokwakho please.

-please come and hear her yourself.

I giggled. Me: ndiyeza. -I'm coming.

She giggled before saying she's gonna see me when I'm there. So we hung
up and then I told uLuphelo I wanted to go to his home. He then pulled over
so Reid and Lelethu pulled up behind us and we all climbed out.

Me: guys I want to go to New Brighton mna ngoku. To Luphelo's home.

Lelethu: okay let's go kalok.

Reid: what about the braai?

Me: you and Luphelo can start with it kalok and we can go to Luphelo's
home.

Luphelo: moja ke.

Reid: okay.
Lelethu agreed so I took Luphelo's Mustang and then made a U-Turn so I
could head to Luphelo's home.

I called my mother on my way to Luphelo's home to tell her about the news
and she was over the moon. At first she couldn't believe me but then when
she realised that I was serious, she couldn't even breathe from the shock.
But I was proud of how I made her feel. I can only imagine what it's like for
a single mother to find out that the daughter she conceived from sexual
assault is going to Harvard.

Lelethu and I finally arrived at Luphelo's home so we both climbed out and
then I walked in using the back door since uSihle told me to sneak in so I
could listen to uMa talking on the phone in her bedroom. She was on the
bed with her feet up talking.

Ma: heeh sahna Mamu Bono ndithi kuwe owam uMolokazana uya eMelika
mntakabawo. Yho hay inkulu lento ayenzileyo lo sisi ndi proud vha ingathi
yenzeke ku mntana ozelwe ndim. Ndi proud Mamu Bono kawuba
ndimthengele ikopi entle kuze azophunga ngayo xaku banda kwela cala
ngoba uyay need'a i support kalok uSisi. Jonga oko ndandi minca ukba
uLuphelo anga thandi sbhanxa se cherrie ezom tyela imali but yey
iCethekazi lona alikho njalo tu she's ambitious mahn but also uyakwazi no
pheka and nendlu uyayi clean'a uzizo zonke.. Boss zonke mntakabawo.

-hey Mamu Bono I'm saying to you that my daughter in law is going to
America. What this woman did is huge and I'm proud as if it happened to a
child I birthed. I'm proud and I even bought her a nice cup that she can
drink from that side when it's cold cos she needs support. All along I have
been anxious for Luphelo to not love a stupid woman that is going to spend
his money but Cethekazi is not like that. She can cook and she cleans the
house she's everything. Boss of everything.

She giggled as I peaked through the door and smiled at her.

Ma: yhu nanku ngoku so ncokola bye.

-here she is now we will talk.

She said before hanging up and then getting up to hug me.

Ma: Hlalu congrats baby girl.

Me: enkosi Mama.

I said as she went to hug uLelethu as well and then we sat down on her
bed.

Ma: uhamba nini Lumi?

-when are you leaving?

Me: in a week's time.

Ma: okay.

She exhaled.

Ma: Hlalumi?

Me: Ma?

Ma: ndicela uzuqine ke Hlalumi.

-please be strong.

Me: ndicela ungay thethi lento ndicinga uzoy thetha Mama.

-please don't say what I think you're gonna say.

Ma: I will respect that ke mntanam. But just... Pray for your marriage when
you're that side.

Please.
I nodded as I looked down at my hands and Lelethu wrapped her arm
around me. Sihle came too to join me.

Sihle: I will move in no Tanci just to make sure no woman comes close.

We giggled.

Me: that wouldn't even work wethu. I will just have to pray I suppose but the
last thing I will do is put my dreams on hold just because I'm afraid of being
cheated on. I can't do that to myself... I just have to trust the man I married.

Sihle: akemhle lo man you married.

-he's so handsome.

She said whilst sipping her juice and I threw the key at her whilst laughing.

We spent more than an hour with Luphelo's family then I climbed into the
car no Lelethu. I wasn't even talking because of overthinking. I put my cup
in the armrest and then started the car.

Lelethu: are you okay?

Me: no. I'm not okay.

Lelethu: Lumi if uJama had intentions to cheat he would do it right here.

Don't be hypocritical ngoba you expect him to chill Kodwa you aren't
chilling. Phola.

Me: Lelethu uLuphelo loves sex. He likes morning sex. He likes fucking in
the bathtub. He likes fucking when he comes home. If I merely make
contact with his dick at night he's gonna wake up and he's gonna fuck me
in the middle of the night. Ndithi kuwe Lelethu uLuphelo threatens me with
dick. How can I not worry?
Lelethu: you can't live like this mntase khaya. I'm just a basic lawyer mna
ngoku who didn't even pass her board exams cos I put uReid first. Hlalumi I
was meant to be on Luphelo's level we graduated together but uphi yena?
He's got a LLM mna dololo... I just have a LLB. But then I met uReid
through him and we got married and I basically had to be his wife and keep
trying for a family. Ncumo it took so much out of me to keep trying for a
baby. Then... uReid kept taking me all over SA with him to get his shit
together so mna I had to keep dropping cases for him ngoba he didn't want
us to be apart and I did that. Then... I met a man who wanted to teach me
law all over again so that I could pass my board exams but then Reid got
jealous wathi I am a wife so I shouldn't spend so much time with another
man. So I gave up a lot of shit for uReid and he didn't even thank me.
Instead... He cheated on me multiple times and I couldn't really leave
ngoba I'm used to living a lavish life so on my own what can I afford? I just
wasn't brave enough to leave and start over ngoba the difference between
our salaries was too much Hlalumi Yhooo and I didn't wanna disappoint
uMamam. But I'm done putting him first mna and I admire that wena you
never compromised on your dreams ngoba if you compromise at the age of
22 time will fly and you will wake up una 40'something and be like fuuuuuck
I played myself. Do what you gotta do now Lumi and then in the long run
you and Jama will reap the benefits.

Me: I hear you mntase.

Lelethu: yeah so qina Lumi you will be okay. We all will be okay. Let me
just get accepted bawo I prayyy.

She said as she crossed her fingers. I was crossing too. I drove to Mom's
place to see her in person.

We spent some more hours with my mother before heading to Love more
Heights where our husband's were. They were in the kitchen making
salads which was so adorable.
Lelethu: oh my gosh niya pheka?!

-you're cooking?!

Luphelo: ewe ingathi ngesi qhela.

-yes we should probably get used to it.

Reid: senze ne timetable ye zitya.

-we even made a timetable for the dishes.

Lelethu and I burst

Out laughing before checking their timetable out. It was hand written by
Luphelo. The timetable was as follows:

Monday: Lumbi. (the ugly one)

Tuesday: Lumhle. (the attractive one)

Wednesday. Lumbi.

Thursday: Lumhle.

Friday: Take aways.

Saturday: Lune 6 pack utya i takeaways, lona unomkhaba ukwi diet.

-the one with the 6 pack eats take aways, the one with the belly is on a diet.

Sunday: Lumbi na Lumhle wash dishes together.

Lelethu and I burst out laughing at their timetable.

Me: wait are you guys gonna live together?

Luphelo: qondile. Nani nizo hlala kunye Mos kwela cala so Akukho story.
-you're also gonna live together that side so there isn't a problem.

Me: Kakade Mharu I'm just surprised at how well you two are handling this.

Reid: husband goals fondin. You have our support.

Me: enkosi Reid.

I said as our husband's dished up the food they made including the meat
and it was so amazing for us to eat food cooked by them for once. We were
quite impressed by the taste.

Lelethu and Reid left at 9 pm with Kungawo who was playing with
uKumkani upstairs at our house. Kumkani is crying so often ngoku that I
really need extra help with him just to calm him down. But he wasn't that
bad tonight I don't know maybe it's because he could sense Mommy had
good news. So I carried him and put him in bed with us as we put on Peppa
Pig for him which he likes.

Me: Mharu jonga our baby is growing teeth.

I said as I pulled down Kumkani's bottom lip and exposed those growing
teeth for his Daddy who had a spark in his eyes when he saw them.

Luphelo: yho Ntikazi kumnandi ubanomntana Kodwa.

-it's nice to have a baby though.

Me: bruh! Yi blessing lento le intle! Hm Trust Fund?!

-this pretty little thing is a blessing.

I said as Luphelo and I started playing with our little baby who started
giggling. Today was just a day of good news. I was going to Harvard and
my son was getting some teeth.

I tried to put him down so I put him in his cot before returning to bed next to
Luphelo.

Luphelo: are you okay?

Me: Ewe baby.

Luphelo: you're lying.

I exhaled as he looked up at me since yena he was lying on his side and I

was sitting upright.

Me: your mother told me to be strong Jama. And I knew where she was
going with this. It's as if... She wants me to understand that you're gonna
cheat.

He exhaled.

Luphelo: I did 6 weeks without sex when you had stitches. 8 actually cos
yours took longer to heal. And I will be flying in every month when you're
there... So I will survive Ntikazi. Mama is just trying to "prepare" you for
something that she thinks will happen but won't. Relax baby I love you.

I exhaled.

Me: I really don't wanna treat you like you have ever given me a reason to
doubt you so... Yeah. But ke can we please pray for our marriage?

Luphelo: yho hay baby. ♂

Me: hay hay Iza tsh.

Luphelo: uThixo usalele baby masithethe naye ngomso vuka kwakhe.

-God is still sleeping baby let's talk to him tomorrow when he's awake.
Me: sizo shiya i voicemail Iza masithandaze.

-we'll leave a voicemail come let's pray.

Luphelo: yhu.

He sulked as I pulled him off the bed and then we got down on our knees
and I told uLuphelo to pray himself as the head of the family.

Insert 149: Lathitha Mndi

Luphelo and I were spending so much time together in our last week before
we officially meet again next year in June. Meaning I would be gone for 8
entire months and my schedule would be hectic at school due to the fact
that I missed some classes so I would have to make up for them by having
extra evening classes which I was quite excited about.
So my husband and I packed everything that I needed. I wanted to bring
everything at once but uLuphelo told me that I should get enough clothes
as I can and then buy the rest once I get to my destination: Boston,
Massachusetts.

Lelethu was accepted at the Harvard Law School which is in Cambridge,

Massachusetts but that's just a 20 minutes, 3.4 mile drive from my Boston
so we weren't really stressed however we wanted to find a location that's
exactly in the middle of our respective campuses. We literally wanted to
both be 10 minutes away from our campuses such that our husband's had
to make a plan to get us an accommodation that would be convenient for
us and they did. ❤ They actually pulled through for our outrageous
requests and if that's not love, I don't know what is.

Our husband's came with us to Massachusetts for three days only just to
test out the waters so we first traveled to Johannesburg and then from
Johannesburg we caught an international flight at the OR Tambo Airport to
the United States of America. We were all so excited. The squad always
made plans to go overseas but we never expected to be traveling for this
very reason but it was a beautiful reason. Lelethu and I just want to be
educated man. It's that simple.

We finally landed at the Boston Logan International Airport and it was still
night time. We left Johannesburg at night and it was also night in
Massachusetts which was still so confusing. No wonder abantu have jet lag
from flying.

Me: hay jonga Jama! Makude kubeku Sasa kalok tyin ndikhumbula ilanga.

-no look Jama. It must be morning now I miss the sun.

Luphelo: liyaku khumbula lona?

-does it miss you?

Me: kutheni usilwa nje?

-why are you fighting?

I asked and he giggled.

Luphelo: xolo baby being on the same plane for hours ndi jongene nezi
pejeje zika Reid really fucked me up.

-whilst looking at Reid's love handles.

We all burst out laughing. Reid and Luphelo are always teasing one
another. Reid is always bringing up the Simphiwe saga and uLuphelo is
always body shaming uReid.

Me: hay Mharu stop body shaming uReid. What if he commits suicide
because of you poking holes at his insecurities and bullying him?

Luphelo: in order to commit suicide you need something that's going to

support you. Ngeyiphi lo structure izo support'a uReid emngaka? It's gonna
break and he's gonna survive so I'm not worried.

-which structure is gonna support Reid when he's this big.

Reid: Simphiwe!! Uyadika uK wakho apha khazomenza insecure.

-your K is annoying here come and make him insecure.

Luphelo laughed.

Luphelo: sise Massachusetts wethu ngoku Reid ungandi xeleli ngabantu

base Bhayi.

-we're at Massachusetts now Reid don't tell me about people in PE.

Lelethu: worse sadlula kwinto ka Simphiwe.

-we moved on from Simphiwe's thing.

Luphelo fist bumped with uLelethu in agreement as we walked to our
waiting car to pick us up from the airport. Our driver was a man named
Todd who offered to take us on a free tour of the city but we were too tired
to accept his offer so we thanked him with a bottle of alcohol for his
kindness when he dropped us off at our new home.

Lelethu and I were now living in Hampshire street in a house that we were
paying for ourselves. Reid and Luphelo tried their best to get us to allow
them to pay for it but we didn't think it was fair for them to have to finance
our dreams. We were on a mission to liberate ourselves as women here so
all we needed from our husband's was support. The rest we can do
ourselves.

So we received the key to the house and then we unlocked the door and
walked in. It was so beautiful and just big enough for two women who will
have to raise boys it in.. It had a living room, kitchen, a bathroom and two
bedrooms for Lelethu and I to sleep in.

Lelethu: damn Lumi this place is so small. I had forgotten what it's like to
not live in a mansion.

We giggled.

Me: Kodwa Lelethu you and uMharu should have gotten married shame
ngoba wow. I like this place mna it's not like it's permanent.

Luphelo: qondile.

Lelethu: I know but hay hay.

She sulked and caught her husband's attention.

Reid: baby if you don't like this place kalok I will just find you a better one.
Lelethu: nyan sthandwa sam?

Reid: yeah.

Me: Lethu can we please not prioritize comfort right now? Ngoba if we
become comfortable we might wanna stay longer. I just wanna study, pass
then go home to my husband and to my son. That's it.

Lelethu: fine ke. We're gonna stay with this one and compromise our
comfort.

She said as she rolled her eyes and then smacked her hands against her
sides. I didn't take it personally cos Lelethu is used to living a certain life so
dropping her standards wasn't going to come with the snap of a finger.
Since no one was actually hungry but everyone was tired, we all just went
to our bedrooms with our sons after saying good night to one another.

I had already spoken to my mother on the flight so after Luphelo and I had
put down uKumkani who was already sleeping, I called uMa.

Ma: molo mamu Jama omncinci.

-hello little Mrs Jama.

Me: Molo mamu Jama omkhulu. Unjani?

-hello big Mrs Jama. How are you?

Ma: ndi right wena?

Me: ndi right namu. I just wanted to let you know your son, grandson and I
are okay. Sifikile and sizolala ngoku sidiniwe.
-we arrived and we're gonna sleep now we're tired.

Ma: okay uqhala ngomso eskolweni Mos?

-you start tomorrow at school right?

Me: ewe Ma I'm excited.

Ma: oh mahn. Good luck ke Sthandwa-

Senior: Lumi?!

Me: ewe Tatazala?

Senior: zubhale kweza desk zase Harvard "oJama slap" vha. Undibele
noba yi laptop leyam ayisa sebenzi volume.

-please write on those Harvard desks "the Jama's slap". And please steal a
laptop for me the volume of mine doesn't work.

I burst out laughing while uLuphelo shook his head.

Luphelo: hehake Timer ngumfazi kabani luzokwenza ezonto nyani ke

ngoku?

-whose wife is actually really going to do that?

Senior: khayeke Luphelo mahn.

Luphelo: hay Tata sefika sewu funa abe i laptop hay hay.

-you want her to already be stealing laptops upon her arrival?

We giggled as we continued speaking with his family. Once we were done,

we hung up and then I charged my cellphone.

.
.

Life in the USA is very different from the life I had grown accustomed to in
South Africa. You feel it in the air. For an African child on American soil,
this place feels like hope. This place feels like a young black woman trying
to fight against all the barriers that are telling her to sit in a tiny corner and
just serve. I am aware of all of the norms in society. We all have a role to
play in society and that role is vigorously enforced such that society doesn't
want to accept that women are sick and tired of being inferior. We are tired
of not being seen. We are tired of being underpaid. We are tired of being
marginalized and judged upon face value by people who believe what you
see is what you get. We're tired of being at the disposal and mercy of men.
We are tired of relying and for worshiping men who carry the knives that
have caused so many wounds in our soul. We're just tired. I don't know
how many of us are. But I hope for the sake of a better future, that we all
are.

My first class was at 10: 00 am so excitement got me up at 06: 00 am and

my supportive husband was up with me since. Reflecting on how he
thought UCT and Rhodes University were big deals but I surpassed that.
He was truly proud. There was not an ounce of Jealousy in the discourse
we shared but only a man simply proud of his woman and I appreciated
that. In Luphelo I found a lover and a friend and that's

Always down to switch gears when I need him to be one or the other. Not
many men would do this and I understand. But the ones who wouldn't need
to re evaluate their definition of love because nothing real can ever be
threatened so if you truly love someone, you will never want them to
compromise on anything that you know will make them happy.

Mharu and myself took care of our kid, took a bath got dressed and then
the car he hired for us to use arrived so he was ready to take me to school
as uReid no Lelethu were just getting up since she attends much later.

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.

We used Google maps to guide us on our way to campus. Luphelo was

having a hard time driving on the left hand side since it was all unfamiliar
for him but he didn't express his frustration. Instead, he faked a smile until
we arrived at Gordon Road. My first class was going to take place in the
Spangler building on campus so I kissed my son who was on my lap as the
nerves made me shake.

Luphelo: nervous?

Me: yeah.

Luphelo: Phola. Ungu Jama wena. You will be fine.

-you're a Jama.

I smiled. Nothing compares to the feeling of your husband enforcing the

fact that you are his family.

Me: okay Mharu.

Luphelo: undi founele eke waplitwa ngezi kaka. Silapha kwi factory ye Skrr
Skrr kalok andise dikwe.

-call me if these shits ask you out. We're here at the factory of Skrr skrr's
I'm so annoyed.

I giggled.

Me: I will tell you baby.

Luphelo: ndizo faka umntu ibhanti.

-so I can give someone the belt.

Me: sewu fika sewu funa ufaka abantu ibhanti Jama! Mxm mandi hambe
mna.
-you're arriving and you already want to give people the belt. Mxm let me
leave.

He laughed.

Luphelo: izandi ncamise kalok Ntikazi.

-let me kiss.

I turned pink so I first buried my face in my hands whilst he laughed at me.

Me: Luphelo please stop being charming bruh ha.a yho. You're making my
face burn.

Luphelo: I'm sorry.

He said genuinely before we kissed. It was a tongue kiss that calmed me

down bruh. He kissed my nerves away and then kissed my forehead.

Me: bye bye Kumkani baby. Bye bye Mharu.

Luphelo: bye Mabhebheza. Kumkani bye bye'isa u Nozala wakho.

Kumkani started crying when he saw me leaving and my heart broke.

I had the map of campus but I still couldn't stop getting lost so I approached
a lady. I didn't know what was appropriate and what not in terms of
approaching a person this side but from the movies I watched Americans
aren't that much different.

Me: hello.

Maxine: hello there.

Me: my name is Ncumo. And I'm new here so I was wondering if perhaps
you could help me find the Spangler building.

Maxine: luckily for you that's where I'm headed.

Me: thank Goodness.

I exhaled nervously and she laughed.

Maxine: I'm Maxine by the way.

I reached out for a handshake which she returned.

Maxine: what is the meaning of your name and where are you from?

Me: my name means "smile" and I'm from South Africa.

Maxine: that's adorable. The only African country I have ever been to was
Egypt last year with my parents.

Me: how was that trip like?

Maxine: very educational. It changed my entire perspective on the African

Continent. You are so misrepresented. Every truth about your continent
seems to be distorted in someway.

Me: true.

Maxine: yes and being that misinformed makes a person fallible.

Thixo wam are we really going to have to use this English kwakusasa.
Akhonto i cute. So I prayed to God to give me the strength he gave
uSamson mntakabawo when he knocked down the temple to kill the
Philistenes ngoba yey sahna I was dying.

Me: yeah. But at least you're adroit therefore you're infallible I suppose
because I assume you're the type to want to validate something prior to
actually utilizing that information prematurely to draw a conclusion on a
matter.
Maxine: yeah Ncumo you know what? You black I'm black. You young I'm
young. So how bout we drop the bullshit and be basic a'ight iss' early Damn
I juss wanted to feel good bout myself. But bitch we Harvard students so
we ain't gotta prove shit to nobody we both smart.

Me: iss' cool with me bitch.

Maxine: thass what I'm talking bout. I think imma like you cos niggas round
here like tah see booty so imma be like the DUFF that gets the nice things
from niggas who want her friend.

Me: what do you mean-

Maxine: I mean imma sell you damn we in Harvard BUSINESS school bitch
wake up. You ain't gonna fuck no dude juss talk to em.

Me: hehake no Maxine I can't I'm married.

Maxine: you mean that ring legit? I thought you got that shit from a bestie.

Me: nope. I'm married.

Maxine: dzaaaaamn bitch is your husband or wife cute?

Me: husband... But yeah. I think so.

Maxine: lemme see what he look like.

She said so I went to my gallery and showed her a picture of Luphelo.

Maxine: this is my baby daddy no cap Damn look at the eyebrows lawd.

Maxine is so flamboyant it was so funny.

Me: can you go back to the Maxine you were a few minutes ago?

I asked as she laughed too before we entered Spangler building.

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Insert 149 (continuation) : Chuma Melissa Kama

The name of my course is Entrepreneurship and Global Capitalism so

Maxine and I didn't have any classes together since she does Food and
Agribusiness but after our classes ended for the day and we had to wait for
our 17:00 pm classes, we sat together.

Me: Do you have lunch?

Maxine: Yeah. I'm just on a diet.

Me: why?

Maxine: cos if ya' got a belly in the USA ya better kill yourself already.

I burst out laughing as I opened my lunchbox bearing all of the lunch that
uLuphelo made for me. He went all out on food high in calories but low in
nutritional value.
Me: well consider me a survivor because I'm not going to diet. In South
Africa you get a few men who want women with a flat stomach but the
majority like thick women. Like my husband. When I met him... I had a tight
waist and a fat ass but now I'm just one huge ball of fat but it's like he loves
me more. He even made my lunch.

Maxine: he made your lunch? Wow. That's real adorable. Means he really
down for you bitch.

Me: yeah he is. He's not only a great husband but he's a really great father
too. I feel so lucky to have him I don't know... Like my husband has that
effect on me. Like when he comes home I just get that "oh my God here he
comes!!" feeling you get when your crush comes through. It's just peculiar.
And then... He's just really supportive of whatever it is that I wanna do and
he doesn't know how to stay mad for long. I fall in love literally every single
day. Like he's a combination of

the good guy and the bad boy you know... He gives me the feeling you get
when the bad boy is good for a day but with him it's an ongoing thing..

She smiled.

Maxine: bitch I'm single a'ight? So if you gon tryna add salt to my single
wound then go get another campus buddy cos it's prolly gonna take me
never tah find a man who gon gimme that typa love.

I giggled as I took my phone out and uLuphelo had left me several missed
calls. I called him.

Luphelo: Mabhebheza kunini ndiku founela kalok.

-since when have I been calling you?

Me: xolo Mharu ikhona inxaki?

-is there a problem?

Luphelo: it's sorted out ngoku baby. Uphuma nini kanene eskolweni?
-what time do you get out of school?

Me: half 6 but baby bisthini inxaki?

-what was the problem?

Luphelo: ndizok xelela xandiku landa kalok.

-I'm gonna tell you when I fetch you.

Me: okay. Ndiyaku thanda.

-I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

Me: moja bawo.

Luphelo: shot bawokazi.

I giggled as we hung up on each other and then I continued speaking to

Maxine.

It was finally time for my next class which was held in the Gallatin building.
This campus is truly huge and moving around it when you are new is quite
frustrating. But Maxine dropped me off at the door and then hugged me
before leaving.

I took my seat and then the lecture started. I was cold and tired by then but
a bitch was excited nevertheless. My book and pen were both out with my
textbook already opened.

Jarome: you're new right?

Me: are you speaking to me?

He chuckled before saying yeah and I nodded. He held his hand out.

Jerome: I'm Jerome.

Me: Ncumolwethu.

I said as I shook his extended olive branch.

Jerome: what does it mean?

Me: Our smile.

Jerome: your parents predicted you would have a beautiful smile before
you even had teeth?

I giggled.

Me: never thought about it that way.

He smiled before the lecturer tried to get our attention so we dropped our
small talk.

Lecturer: So on the screen there's 5 different businesses you could choose

from right and I need you all to tell me which one you would choose if you
could, okay? Would you choose:

a. To sell $500 skii's in South Africa.

b. To sell $200 swimsuits in the Vatican City.

c. To sell make up cosmetics in Saudi Arabia.

d. To sell meat in bulk in Asia.

Or e... To produce and sell handcuffs in New Zealand.

Everyone sat and thought about which businesses to go with and some
even made their selections but I closed my eyes and said "neither". The
room fell silent.

Lecturer: care to elaborate Miss?

I opened my eyes and then exhaled.

Me: uhm yeah... Uhm in business it's imperative to be aware of your

demographic location. Therefore none of these business options pay
attention to that. For instance it doesn't snow in South Africa so no one
would buy skii's even for R5. The Vatican City is landlocked and has no
beaches so why would anyone want to buy swim suits? In Saudi Arabia the
women's faces are

hidden away and only the eyes are seen therefore make up cosmetics
would be unnecessary. In Asia 60% of the Muslim population is there
therefore yes meat would be consumed but nah... I just wouldn't go into
that business as an entrepreneur and New Zealand was ranked 1st place
for two years in a row as the most peaceful country in the world according
to their GPI so handcuffs wouldn't be in demand. Ndiyema apho.

-I stand there.

I said as I sat down and earned an ovation from the class. They probably
thought I was saying something intellectual with the "ndiyema apho" Kodwa
if only they knew.

Lecturer: I'm speechless. What's your name Miss?

Me: Ncumolwethu Jama.

I said humbly and he nodded as if he was never going to forget me.

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Jerome and I exchanged numbers because he said he wanted us to study
together sometime since my practical knowledge of business could be
beneficial to him. He also didn't have transportation but he told me he lives
close to Hampshire so although I knew Luphelo is gonna lose his shit I told
him we could give him a lift.

So we walked to the car which Luphelo was waiting in and then we climbed
in. He looked at Jerome with a raised eyebrow.

Luphelo: Ncumo ngubani lekaka?

-who is this shit?

Jerome: yo waddup dude. I'm her classmate Jerome.

Luphelo: hehake. Ncumo huzet sendi qhelwa zikaka ezine perm?

Simphiwe yena bene braids ngok lona une perm.

-why am I being disrespected by shits with a perm? Simphiwe had braids

now this one has a perm.

I burst out laughing.

Me: Tiyeka hay mahn ufunda nam lona qha akana transport yhu bawo.

-no man this one studies with me he has no transport.

He started the car.

Me: Mharu bulisa.

-greet.

Luphelo: andizoyenza lonto leyo.

-I'm not gonna do that.

Me: awuzozi fumana impundu ke.

-you aren't gonna get ass then.

Luphelo: hi there Jerome I didn't see you. How are you?

I giggled internally. Jerome was probably wondering what I said to Luphelo

to inspire his new personality shift.

Jerome: I'm good bro. And yourself?

Luphelo: splendid.

Haibo all of this just for ass?

Me: owam umnyeni Kodwa.

-my husband though.

He smiled at me and giggled as he drove off.

We dropped uJerome off eHampshire as agreed on and he thanked us

before walking the rest of the way home. The night view of this country is
so beautiful. It was Autumn season which they colloquially call "Fall" the
weather was perfect but the streets were full of brown, cripsy leaves which
Luphelo and I had fun stepping on like little kids in the street.

We finally walked into the house where uLelethu was feeding uKumkani.

Reid: bafika sisam dlisa uKumkani.

-they arrived while we were poisoning Kumkani.

Luphelo: ninganya one by one.

We giggled as I took uKumkani from Lelethu. I missed this son of mine
Kodwa.

Me: how was your day Lethu mntase?

Lelethu: heeh ayinzima le law. Finisher mntase I need your help.

-it's so difficult.

Luphelo: When?

Lelethu: like now. International law was your major Mos kwi masters?

Luphelo: yeah. Izandbone.

-let me see.

He said before uLelethu gave Kungawo to Reid and then she and my
husband went to focus on her homework.

Me: guys what are we gonna eat?

Luphelo: lets order all of the American food gqhiba siniyise abantu base
Bhayi.

Reid: shot Njayam!!

We all laughed as we ordered from Taco Bell, In n Out burgers, we bought

corn dogs, hot dogs on a stick and pizza. The deliveries arrived so we put
everything on the table and made our WhatsApp status video. We were all
jamming to Beyoncé's "Brown skin girl" and the vibe was so lit.

Lelethu: Guys what's its

Like in PE? Cos Massachusetts is treating us well khubone.

Luphelo: unjani umphokoqho wenu bantase? Cos jonga into ikwa Taco
Bell.

-how's your African salad? Cos the thing is in Taco Bell..

Reid: shot. Otherwise mna no Finisher sitya abantu abafunda eHarvard.

-Otherwise Finisher and I fuck people who study at Harvard.

Luphelo: moja.

Reid: baby mama zi international.

-our baby mama's are international.

Luphelo: okay.

The way Luphelo was hyping in the background was so lit. And naye uReid
the way he was talking was so enticing for Lelethu and I.

Senior replied on WhatsApp after we posted on our Statuses.

Senior: ngaske nomiwe ninye ngaba Taco Bell benu.

-I wish you could choke on your Taco Bell.

I told them about Seniors reply and they all burst out laughing.

Insert 150: Slindo Immy Dlamini

I was really excited to be alone no Luphelo. So when the squad decided to
call it a night, I was beyond happy because I wanted to make love to my
husband.

Me: good night 'Ngawo.

Kungawo: night.

He said adorably. He can speak but he just doesn't like to. I don't know
where he gets it from because both of his parents can't keep their traps
shut.

Me: izophuza uNcumo.

-come and kiss Ncumo.

I said whilst on my knees so Kungawo came to hug me and then he kissed

my lips. I like to give children choices. If I ask a child to kiss me then I'm
going to be very analytical of their reaction and in that way I'm going to be
able to determine if they want to or not. But the mere fact that uKungawo
first hugged me before kissing me showed me that he was open to kissing
me. My heart swelled. I realised ukuba what we as adults often do of
forcing a child to kiss people they don't want to kiss is very damaging
because we raise them to believe that their no doesn't mean anything to
people. We raise them to believe that they don't own their bodies. I don't
even bribe children into kissing me or hugging me because then I am
teaching them prostitution. I am raising them to believe that they can be
bought and that's not right.

Me: sure ke ngqina.

I said as we fist bumped and then got up as uKungawo went to kiss
uKumkani whom he calls "uBhabha". His parents took him with them and
then we followed into our bedroom..

We went into our bedroom with uKumkani and then I put him down. He was
full hence he wasn't a hassle so he fell asleep. Once he was sleeping I
locked the door and then stood against it.

Me: Mharu?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: watch me balance motherhood, school and being a wife.

He exhaled. He knew I wanted to have sex.

Luphelo: izapha Mababy.

-come here.

He said as he sat cross legged on the bed. My spine locked. When he

speaks like that, it could only mean bad news.

Me: Myeni wam... Undi bizelani?

-my husband why are you calling me?

Luphelo: Sondela kalok Mkam. Or kanye ufuna ndiku lande nge lamza?

-come closer my wife. Or do you want me to fetch you with a kiss?

I sniffed as I walked closer to the bed whilst he held his hands out to me. I
took them and then sat down on the bed next to him whilst looking at his
concerned face.
Luphelo: Nzwakazi ndi sando founelwa ngu Mama we client yam uthi
unyana wakhe uya hlukumezwa etrongweni whilst we're waiting for i
prosecution to be ready. So she wants me to put pressure on the judge so
that the case could perhaps be thrown out. Meaning... uMyeni wakho kuzo
funeka ehambile ngomso.

-I got called by the mother of my client saying her son is being abused in
jail. Your husband has to leave tomorrow.

Me: Phelo!

I said as I pulled my hands out of his hands and then buried my face in my
hands whilst crying.

Luphelo: xolo kalok Mababy you know if there was another way around it...
I would take it. I would even stay here with you if I could ngoba I love you.

He said as he wiped the tears away from my eyes.

Me: I understand Mharu qha... I just... This isn't easy. Even if you stayed la
3 days it still wouldn't be easy. No screw this fuck I'm leaving-

Luphelo: hayi Hlalumi. Baby we are gonna make this work, okay? I'm not a
temporary part of your life. I'm not an acquaintance. I'm your husband,
okay? Meaning I will always be yours irregardless of where in the world we
are. Our love isn't a wifi that connects when we're close. I love you Maka
Kumkani. And I wanna see you be who you were meant to be. So baby
nyamezela...this will be over soon. Okay?

He asked whilst nodding and I nodded too.

Me: I love you so much.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said before kissing my forehead.

Me: how come you aren't crying Mr Emotional?

Luphelo: I cried enough when you weren't at home..

We both giggled.

Me: uKumkani yena?

Luphelo: ndizom thatha Ntikazi.

-I'm going to take him.

The tears fell all over again.

Me: God this hurts!!

I said before my husband wrapped his arms around me as emotional

support. After we cut the emotional aspect of our conversation, we weren't
in the mood to have sex anymore so I just undressed and then my husband
lay in between my legs. I wasn't even wearing any panties. So Luphelo put
his head on my stomach and then used my hips as support.

Luphelo: Aw Mabhebheza umzimba wakho madoda.

-your body.

He said whilst tongue kissing my pussy. He was kissing it like he was

kissing my lips and my legs were shaking.

Me: Mhaaaaaaruuuuu oh God!!!

I said as I screamed and then Luphelo didn't hesitate to penetrate me. He

fucked me missionary style and I yelled at the top of my lungs Because he
was striking my g-spot mercilessly. We then heard a tiny knock on the door.

Kungawo: anxola ena Finisher sunanoko.

-you're making a noise Finisher your mother's ass.

Luphelo and I burst out laughing.

Luphelo: mizuzu Kungawo suqhela kwedin.

-Kungawo don't be disrespectful boy.

Kungawo: anxola.

-you're making a noise.

Luphelo got dressed in his sweatpants and then opened the door so that he
could take uKungawo back to Reid and Lelethu's bedroom. I honestly didn't
know he had so much personality. When Luphelo came back, he locked
the door again before fucking me again.

We slept with Kumkani in bed with us so when I woke up, it was only him
and I in bed.. So I got up and then went looking for uLuphelo who was in
the living room teaching uLelethu.

Luphelo: I consider law as... Story telling. I'm a good lawyer because I'm a
Xhosa man so lying is in my nature-

Lelethu: Oh oNjandin.

They laughed.

Luphelo: imagine if all Xhosa men had a law degree hay jonga. Jails would
be empty.

Lelethu: qondile.

Luphelo: but through all of that story telling... You need to tell it between the
legal boundaries hence we study law we need to understand what our legal
boundaries are. So ke ngoku when a
case goes to trial... You need to instill doubt within the judge ngoba the
onus in a criminal case is on the prosecution ngoba as they say...

Them: "He who alleges must prove".

Luphelo: yeah. So if you are on defense all you actually need to do is to

create doubt all the time. You don't really have to do anything much. Wena
dig up dirt on your witnesses. Make them not credible. Make them look
confused. Build the accused's character. And bring a possible scenario to
the court that includes the minor evidence but discards the heavy evidence.
And always... Fuck up the key witness. If the key witness is fucked up then
it's a wrap. So that's my 42-0 strategy.

He said before I walked into the living room no Kumkani.

Me: molweni.

Them: hey.

Luphelo: uya nini eskolweni?

Me: at 8. When are you leaving?

Luphelo: ngo 6.

Me: okay.

I said as I tried to hold the tears in before feeding uKumkani who was
restless ngoku because he wanted his dad. After feeding him, we all took a
bath together and then got dressed. Luphelo then took me to school.

I texted u Maxine because I needed her to help me navigate around

campus but she didn't reply so I guess I was alone. I really wasn't in the
mood. This day sucked. And it was only just day 2. Luphelo stopped on
North Harvard Street this time just so that I could be closer to the building I
was going to attend my first lecture in this time. I bit my lip.

Luphelo: ubhalile "oJama slap" kwi desk Izolo?

-did you write "the Jama's slap" on a desk yesterday?

He was trying to cheer me up and I giggled painfully whilst shaking my

head.

Luphelo: it's gonna be okay Sthandwa sam.

Me: why the fuck can't I just be a normal fucking woman Luphelo? Why
can't I just be content with the shit you give me, huh? Cos I'd be at home
ngoku-

Luphelo: achieving nothing. You drive me crazy sometimes but I know what
it's like to have a spark in your soul. To wanna walk in a room and not have
to introduce yourself I know.. And that's why I always come around when
we fight over power. Lumi I'm not gonna let you quit Mababy. I'm sorry...
Ulapha ngoku. Carry on, okay? Don't let me

Having to leave change your entire plans. We can't waste your entire life
over a couple of months. Let's make money sthandwa sam. Let's be proof
that two bulls can exist in one kraal. Let's be proof that an equally
successful man and a woman can fall in love and have babies and be
happy if they mutually respect each other. And I respect you. You respect
me. So learn how to keep a business going and I will help you start one.
Vah baby?

I wiped my tears whilst nodding.

Me: just don't switch up on me. I don't need this whole Harvard shit but
wena Jama...I need you.

Promise me you won't let someone else into your heart that I own.

Luphelo: I promise baby.

Me: pinkie swear?

I asked as I held out my pinkie and he wore a "what the fuck" facial
expression.

Luphelo: baby I'm not 22 anymore I can't be pinkie swearing-

Me: yazbona ke Mharu? Please? Pinkie swear?

Luphelo: baby ndina 34.

-I'm 34.

Me: pinkie swear?

Luphelo: how about we do a pussy/dick swear. Where I put my dick inside

your pussy and that's our new way of making promises.

Me: we will do that at home but as for now...pinkie swear?

He exhaled before giving in and then he locked his pinkie in mine. I had to
leave so I said my goodbyes and then left uLuphelo no Kumkani in the car.

This day was so long for me. It was different from yesterday. I didn't see
uMaxine or Jerome... Nor did I make any new friends because I wasn't in
the mood to speak to anyone nor did I look approachable for anyone who
would try to extend an olive branch.

So I spent my free times at school calling Mommy and catching up with

uSihle. I called uLelethu briefly to ask her what's going on in Cambridge
and she told me that she doesn't really know but all she knows is it's way
better than Boston.
It was finally time for me to go home so uLuphelo came to fetch me. The
time was now 17: 30 pm and the whole squad was in the car. Reid and
Luphelo weren't gonna leave together because uReid still had time and it
was technically unfair to expect uReid and Lelethu to compromise on their
time together because of Luphelo and I's situation and I was grown enough
to understand that. This long distance relationship shit is hard so if we were
in their shoes we would probably have stayed too.

It was pretty tense in the car because emotions were high so we finally
arrived at the Airport. Not that I was anticipating that moment to come any
sooner Because I didn't. We parked then Luphelo carried out his own bag
whilst Reid took Kumkani's things. We went inside the airport and Luphelo
checked in and went through the necessary procedures. I cried throughout.
The pain of having to watch my husband and my son is worse than
anything that can be felt physically. Emotional pain is a bitch because the
only thing you can do to get rid of it is to either sleep on meds or get high
on crack. I was reluctant to do either.

Luphelo: uhm... Bye bye'in.

He said through a cracking voice. He didn't get a response because we all

were caught up in our feelings and he understood.

Luphelo: Hlalumi? Ndicela i hug.

-can I please have a hug.

He asked as I painfully gave it to him. He hung onto me for dear life as we

both cried in each other's arms. Kumkani also cried. He could sense what
was going on so Lelethu took him and tried to calm him down but it wasn't
working.

Luphelo: I love you uyevah?

Me: I love you too.

Luphelo: please make this shit worth it. Pass baby. Please. I can't let you
leave again.

Me: I will baby. I won't put our family through this shit for nothing.
We both sniffed as the final call for his flight was called.

Luphelo: I really need to leave ngoku.

Me: bye bye I will call you as soon as you land vah Mharu.

Luphelo: okay baby.

He said as he took Kumkani. We kissed for the last time before he had to
rush to board his flight and I had to sit and watch through all of that pain of
my husband and son leaving me alone. Let's just say I'm no longer afraid of
hell. It can't get any worse than this.

Insert 150 (continuation) : Gifts Lisemahle Lisa Ngwaishe

I couldn't stop crying on the way home in the car but I wasn't hysterically
wailing because I didn't want sympathy. I was just crying softly while dying
inside. I regretted this decision. Harvard isn't worth living without my
husband and son. Those men mean the world to me.. oTiyeka bam..
oButsolo Bentonga bam. oNgcolosi. Life without them is basic survival. I
have stopped living.

Kungawo was adorably patting my back in the backseat.

Kungawo: solly Yayumi. Solly Yayumi.

He was trying to say "Sorry Hlalumi". I giggled through a broken laughter

and then wrapped my arm around him and he came closer and put his
head on my ribcage and cuddled.

Reid: Sthandwa sam?

He was talking to me.

Me: Reid don't be nice to me now, okay? You're hurting me.

Reid: xolo ke Illuminati. Awulambanga? Nanku Burger King.

-aren't you hungry?

I exhaled.

Me: no I'm not hungry.

Lelethu: baby you have to eat okay? You have school tomorrow. I know
this is hard but we will get over this.

I exhaled as I wiped my face.

Me: okay. I'll eat.

Lelethu: ngena ke Reid nantsi drive thru.

-go in Reid here's a drive thru.

She said as she pointed and he followed her directions. Reid made the
orders since he knows everything about food. Luphelo is the person we
consult for sex but uReid is the one we consult for food. He's never wrong
when it comes to taste. So we got our food and then made our way back
home.

Me: guys yazi mna no Jama besi busy Izolo and I was making a noise and
then uKungawo knocked on the door wathi "anxola Ena Finisher
sunanoko".

-guys you know yesterday Jama and I were busy.

They laughed.

Lelethu: bruh Reid and I need to stop cussing around uKungawo he

absorbs everything.

Me: I can't wait for uKumkani to start saying "moja bawo". Or to start calling
his Daddy "Finisher".

Lelethu: hay kalok uKumie is gonna think his Dad's name is Mharu.

Me: iyhooo mahn Lelethu you're making my heart swell. I miss them
Lelethu yho hay bruh I'm in pain.

I said before realising that uLelethu was also crying.

Lelethu: hay jonga... No more 6 pack views.

I laughed as Reid looked at her.

Reid: ubaselekile yi 6 pack ka Finisher kanti?

-you're enticed by Finisher's 6 pack?

Lelethu: nangoku. But baby I love you nje relax.

Reid: mxm.

He Said as he took his burger out and ate in the car to show he's not
bothered but we both knew he was.
.

We arrived back at the house so I put Kungawo down, said good night to
the Faliso's before disappearing in my bedroom. Luphelo had left his
pyjama top which smells like him and a bottle of his cologne which made
me cry. I was really emotional so I got down on my knees and prayed to
God for some strength to persevere through these months without the man
who made me a mother and a wife.

I received a call from uMa. Honestly her support lately has just been
amazing. Boston is 6 hours behind South Africa so since to us the time was
now 18: 45 it meant to them it was 00: 45 but she still called me. I picked
up.

Me: Molo Mama.

Ma: Molo Lumi. Ndivile ukuba semkile uLuphelo no Kumkani. Unjani wena?

-I heard that Luphelo and Kumkani had already left. How are you?

Have you ever experienced the sort of crying that forces you to hold your
breath? Where you literally have to pull your face together because if you
let go... Everything will just explode? That's what I was experiencing and
Ma was patient.

Ma: Qina Majama. Qina. Mntanam ndi proud ngawe nyan nyan. Yey mahn
andisa qhayisi ngawe kalok abantu zabe thandazela unyana wam afumane
umfazi ozombhangisa waske unyana wam wathi gqhi nento yase Harvard
Kwedin. So ke ngoku thina as i family funeka siku xhase sithi make sure
uyawa fezekisa ama phupho akho Chizama ngoba as a mother you have
removed my fears. You have built my son and also built yourself in the
process and didn't let yourself go. Your marriage will survive. You will
survive and he will survive too Mlowa. We are not those families who favor
their son and want him to walk all over his woman kalok nam Mamcethe I'm
married to a man who listens to me. A man who respects me as his wife
and gives me a say. So make me proud once you get your certificate you
will never cook again kwi misebenzi.

I burst out laughing.

Me: I love cooking kodwa Ma so I will still cook. Zizitya ezi ndingazi funiyo
no moppisha yhu.

-it's the dishes that I don't want and mopping.

She giggled.

Ma: Ndi khumbula ngokuya uLuphelo zaye qhala i LLB eRhodes xaye
goduka nge holidays enga khumshi mntakabawo. Zasimoyika nomvusa
xaye lele emane ebuza uLubango "eke namvusa uLuphelo nizoy mela la
English yakhe na". Hlalumi ndithi kuwe avuke uLuphelo simthume sithi
makaye evenkileni athi "no no no this is unconstitutional". Ngaba
siyamcenga emane esithi "Objection". Hey jonga uke wasi nyisa uLuphelo
rha siphele siziyela no Lubango ngoba kalok besim believe'a ukba lento i
unconstitutional yothuma umntana evenkileni.

-I remember when Luphelo started LLB at Rhodes when he comes home

during holidays he used to speak so much English. We were even scared
of waking him up when he's sleeping and Lubango would often ask "if you
wake Luphelo up are you going to be able to handle his English?" Hlalumi
I'm telling you that Luphelo would wake up and we would send him to the
shops and he would say "no no no this is unconstitutional". We would beg
him and he would keep on saying "objection". Hey look Luphelo has fucked
us up at some point because Lubango and I would end up going ourselves
because we believed that sending a child to the shops was
unconstitutional.

I burst out laughing and Ma and I just laughed together. I was even crying.
She surely lifted up my mood.

Me: haibo Mama how could you believe that?!

Ma: cimba uzo phikisa umntu ofumana o 80% no 90% kwi modules wena?
Hay hay.
-you think you're going to go against someone who gets 80 and 90
percents in his modules?

I laughed because she was right.

We kept talking for almost 25 minutes before saying our goodbyes to each
other.

Lelethu and Reid had sex yesterday. I heard it. And it made me so horny.
This house we were living in is way too small for two sexual couples ngoba
just the other day, it was Luphelo and I making a noise to the point where
uKungawo had to intervene.

So I woke up in the morning whilst feeling like trash. Luphelo had called me
several times but I drank wine to help me fall asleep so I tried to call him
back but he didn't pick up so I left him a voicemail.

Me: Hey Phelo ka Lumi. I miss you. I saw your missed calls and I'm sorry I
didn't pick up. I was sleeping... I had to drink a bit of wine to help ease the
pain. This really hurts Luphelo and I can only imagine what it's like for you
cos this is basically for me. I'm glad you don't think I'm a terrible person. I
just miss you and uKumkani. Bruh... I don't ever want to lose you
Maqocwa. I

am empty without you both. This is a different kinda sadness fuck... I miss
your face Mharu. I miss Kumkani's little hands. I just miss you guys rha this
hurts. But call me please I will send you a timetable of my classes so you
can know when to call me cos I can't wait until I get home for your phone
call. Anyway I love you Mharu. I have to go ngoku. I love you. Bye.
I said before hanging up and then went to take a bath. Reid and Lelethu
were already up no Kungawo so I greeted them and then fist bumped with
Kungawo.

Lelethu: aren't you gonna eat?

Me: I'm gonna eat kwa Taco Bell.

Reid: ay lantso.

Me: shot.

My phone rang and it was Luphelo's video call. I was so excited!

Me: Baby!!!!

Luphelo: Mababy. Sedinwe mahn.

-I'm so tired.

Me: yabonakala. You have bags under your eyes.

-it's clear.

He yawned.

Luphelo: ngu Kumkani lona. He can't stop crying since his teeth are
growing. Hay jonga... I'm gonna lose weight.

I sniffed.

Me: I'm sorry.

Luphelo: baby we made uKumkani. It's high time I felt the shit you felt on
maternity leave too. Anyway uya xeshaphi emgura?

-what

Time are you going to school?

"Mgura" is a ghetto Xhosa synonym for school.

Lelethu: awusoze kalok ubize iHarvard imgura.

-you will never call Harvard a "Mgura".

We all laughed.

Luphelo: umhle lomntu usando interfere'isha?

-is the person who just interfered beautiful?

Lelethu: ewe Sunanoko ndimhle.

-yes I'm beautiful.

Luphelo laughed as I shifted the phone so that the whole squad could see
him.

Reid: Aw Marshmallow Njayam.

Luphelo: qondile Teddy Bear.

Lelethu and I laughed.

Me: the bromance. ❤

Luphelo: sothini Kodwa we're gonna live together for months. We must get
along.

Reid: nakanjani. I will be there soon njayam.

Luphelo: shot. Take care of my wife kukho enye i kaka ene perm efuna
ibhanti ngapho.

-there is another shit with a perm there that needs the belt.

Me: uzobane heart attack xawulinda baby.

-you'll have a heart attack when you keep tabs.

Luphelo: and ndifa rhou ke mnake ngo Mabhebheza wam. Umhle yevah
baby? Ubuhle bakho bundi cithisa isithukuthezi Nzwakazi. Aw uMkam
onxiba amadhaki bengathi uswenkile madoda.

-and I die easily over my Mabhebheza. You're beautiful baby. Your Beauty
depletes my boredom. My wife who wears traditional clothing likes it's
swag.

Me: nanko ke guys. Niyambona ke.

-here he goes. You see him?

I said in a low voice Because I was internally blushing.

Reid: hlisa Finisher Njayam undi fakela i pressure. Kalok wena i charm
uyifumene kwi DNA ka Tatakho.

-tone down Finisher you are putting pressure on me. You got charm from
your father's DNA.

We all giggled as Lelethu hugged her man and kissed him.

Lelethu: baby we all express love differently. Don't feel pressured by umntu
ongekho namhle.

-by someone who isn't even handsome.

We all giggled but I wanted alone time with my man so I went to the car
where Luphelo and I spoke alone for minutes and even had time to see my
son who was sleeping peacefully eJoburg. Their flight to PE was going to
be in quite some hours so Luphelo rented a hotel room whilst they waited.

.
I went to school and my day was a tad bit Better than yesterday. Maxine
was there so I had company. She told me that the schools basketball team
was having a match with Stanford University so she was inviting me to
come and watch. I told her I would think about it so after school I told
uLuphelo about it and he told me I should go and hopefully it would take my
mind off the pain of being away from him and Kumkani. So I took his advice
and went. I wore my black body suit with jeans and my white Nike Cortez
sneakers. I wore my maroon and white H bomber and then I wore my 30
inches long wig. I sprayed on my perfume and then wore my make up.
When I was done, I walked out to the living room where Reid and Lelethu
were cuddling.

Me: guys I'm leaving ke.

Reid: you look so nice.

Me: thank you. Andazi noba ndifuna ntoni kwi basketball.

-I don't even know what I want from basketball.

They giggled.

Lelethu: you need to go out babes.

Me: yeah. I will be back at 8.

Lelethu: 10.

Me: 9.

Lelethu: 10 fondin Lumi we kinda wanna have sex and uKungawo needs
your bed.

Me: wow.

Lelethu: yeah.

Me: 10 it is ke.

Reid: God bless you vah.

Me: ptsek. Nizonya eke wabuya uMharu.

They laughed as I said my goodbyes and walked out.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I boarded my flight with uKumkani and then my son and I took the last
window seat of the plane. I hate sitting in the middle of nowhere. I'm either
at the front or back. But I was early so I managed to secure the last seat. I
was on the general flight which is unlike me but whatever.

The seats filled up quickly and soon the one next to me was occupied by a
certain female whom I didn't find attractive at all.

Her: hey.

Me: hi.

Her: this baby is so cute. Ngo wakho?

-is he yours?

Me: yeah. He's my first born.

Her: I don't even know why I asked ngoba he looks like you.

Me: thank you.

Her: Whats his-

*Kumkani slaps me*

She giggled as I looked at Kumkani with a raised eyebrow.

Me: Why Kumkani? Sixabene phi?

-where did we argue?

He tensed his lips and looked at me.

Her: so his name is Kumkani?

Kumkani smacked me again but this time he smacked my chest. I exhaled.

Ncumolwethu trained this baby to fuck me up everytime a woman comes
close to me. It's the only logical explanation for what was happening.

Me: I just think he wants us to stop talking.

I said whilst giggling and she giggled too.

Her: we could outsmart him and text on WhatsApp kalok.

She suggested as Kumkani pulled my lip. I took his little hand away and
then kissed it.

Me: andinaye u WhatsApp.

-I don't have WhatsApp.

Her: okay.

She knew I was lying so she just put her earphones on and then listened to
music. I couldn't wait to tell uNcumo about this.

.
Insert 151: Mimie Qadikaz Skefile

I arrived on campus and Maxine told me she would be waiting for me at the
Schwartz Pavilion. I arrived there and found her smoking.

Me: hey bitch.

Maxine: bitch why you lookin good? You a fucking traitor I told you I was
not gon dress up.

Me: am I dressed up?

Maxine: like hell you ain't. You Xhosa bitches ain't trustworthy.

I laughed as she killed the flame.

Me: I'm sorry if my top, Jean, sneakers and bomber make me look dressed
up.

She smiled.

Maxine: I'm kidding you just look good. So... Listen.

Me: yeah?

I said as we hooked arms.

Maxine: I'm going to speak properly now so let's not twang inside, okay?
You can't sound hood at Harvard and that's why when we met I was
utilizing colossal words.

I laughed.

Me: comprehended.

Maxine: Good. I really hope you enjoy this game. Do you even know the
rules of basketball?

Me: no.

Maxine: okay so here's a beginners guide for dummies. Each team is made
up of 12 players with only 5 allowed on the court at any time. The positions
are broken up into Point Guard, Defensive Guard, Center, Offensive
forward and Defensive Forward. Each player will then take up a position on
the court but are allowed to move around as they please.

Me: and then for each hoop they score, it's a point?

Maxine: There are three scoring numbers for basketball players. Any
basket scored from outside the three point arc will result in three points
being scored. Baskets scored within the three point arc will result in two
points being scored. Successful free throws will result in 1 point being
scored per free throw. The number of free throws will depend on where the
foul was committed.

Me: got it.

Maxine: great. Now let us go buy food.

She said as she took my hand and then we went to the "food stalls". Hay
jonga. This is life. So much so I bought a gourmet burger and "Coca Cola
Life " haike haike I took pictures and called uMharu quickly because I
wanted a caption. He answered.

Luphelo: baby undi vusile.

-you woke me up.

Me: xolo sthandwa sam. I'll hang up-

Luphelo: no it's okay. We can talk.

Me: I just wanted a caption for this new picture I'm gonna post on
Instagram so I thought I should go to the Flex King himself.

He laughed.

Luphelo: what picture is that?

Me: I'm eating a gourmet burger with iCoca Cola Life and then a selfie of
me wearing my school's bomber.

Luphelo: caption yalena yokutya should be "uLife abe mnandi ndide

ndimsele nakwi Coke" and then kwi selfie ithi:

Them: Ncumo khayeke usivisa intliziyo ebuhlungu.

Me: ithani please.

I laughed.

Me: hay jonga. You're a plug.

He laughed.

Luphelo: sure baby ndicela ulala Kodwa.

-can I please sleep.

Me: okay. I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too. Bye.

Me: bye.
I said before hanging up, posting my pictures with their bomb captions and
then finally we went to find our seats in the Klarman hall which is where the
match was being held.

Maxine and I sat and ate our food whilst watching the game. I was
pretending like I was happy but deep inside I wasn't happy. I just wanted to
go home and call uLuphelo but I was already here and he was sleeping. I
need to give him some time naye to sleep so I continued watching
basketball with u Maxine. It was finally half time so u Maxine offered to buy
more food for us and I said I want cheese fries and a cherry slushy so she
went to get it. I sat alone before the seat next to me was occupied by my
lecturer from my business class.

Him: Hey Ncumo.

Me: Hi Mr Campbell.

Him: Please. Call me Drake.

My mind: don't say it.

Don't say it.

Don't say it.

Me: Mdrezula?

My mind: Fuck!!

Him: Excuse me?

Me: no its just... In my language Mdrezula means "no problem". I'm sorry
it's just taking me quite some time to adapt to being in a different country.
Him: Mdrezula?

Me: yeah.

I nodded whilst faking a laughter. There was no way in hell I was going to
admit that Mdrezula is his nickname in South Africa.

Him: Okay. Ncumo I was really impressed by what you did in my class the
other day.

Me: but Drake the importance of understanding your demographic location

in business is easy-

Him: maybe. But it's your reasoning that kept me up at night. How did you
know so much of that? I mean you literally bulldozed through every
scenario effortlessly. The rest of the class maybe noticed one or two won't
work but you knew all of them.

I humbly kept quiet whilst he was consumed by his thoughts.

Him: and I hear you're studying through a bursary.

Me: yeah.

Him: would you like to own a business one day?

Me: more than anything.

Him: okay so... There's a training programme that I'm involved in that aims
to prepare graduates to start their businesses. So there you will be taught
how to compile a business plan, how to seek investors, how to start a
business, how to manage it... You will get a certificate that states you have
completed it and you can take it anywhere in the world and I'm telling you.
You won't know what to do with all these investments you will be getting.

Me: thank you so much Drake. When should I come to you so you can
enrol me? That's if you need anything from me..

Him: come tomorrow in my class when it's time for you to attend. I will have
the forms ready for you.
Me: thank you.

Him: sure. Enjoy your game.

Me: I will now.

He smiled before getting up and then walking away right when Maxine was
coming with the food.

Maxine: what was he doing here?

She asked as she gave me my food.

Me: He wants to put me in a programme.

Maxine: a'ight eat up bitch let's get fat.

Me: but of course. Thank you.

She winked before looking back at the court.

So Harvard won against Stanford and Maxine asked me to stay for the
celebration but I didn't want to so we said our goodbyes. I went to the car
and then followed the GPS home. I still don't know the route that well.
When I arrived at home, I went to my bedroom where uKungawo was
sleeping. Reid and Lelethu must have been afraid to wake him up so they
left him there so I yelled in their door "nizi kaka".

I wore my husband's pyjama top and then called him again. He picked up.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: you're awake now?

Luphelo: yes baby.

Me: and our son?

Luphelo: he's still tired. You won't believe what he did today on the plane.

Me: what did he do?

Luphelo: this woman sat next to us... So she started talking to me and
Kumkani started slapping me every single time she spoke as if he wanted
me to stop talking to her. I was so convinced you trained him to do that.

I burst out laughing.

Me: haibo umntaka Lumi no Phelo! He's looking out for u Mommy? Oh hay
mahn baby my angel knows ukba uMamakhe u yamthanda uMharu so he
must protect the family.

-that Mommy loves Mharu.

He giggled.

Luphelo: ndiyali thanda Kodwa eligama Mabhebheza.

-but I love this name though.

Me: bemka ubudoda bakho Mharu.

-gone is your manliness.

Luphelo: mabumke andibu cenganga. As long as ndiyi ndoda yakho

Nzwakazi.

-let it leave I'm not begging for it. As long as I'm your man.

The butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

Me: ncoh. Baby remember I told you about what happened in one of my
lectures?
Luphelo: ewe sthandwa sam.

Me: well la lecturer ke uMdrezula Campbell wants to sign me up for a

program that will literally teach me everything I need to know about
business and I will get assistance to help me get funding.

Luphelo's emotions act up fast. He was literally teary in 0.00001 seconds.

Me: oh hay Mharu what's going on?

Luphelo: I remember when I saw you crying after I got my award and baby I
couldn't understand Yinton ikhalisa. I thought you were being a bit dramatic
but jonga... Seeing your baby's dreams come true hits differently. I love you
baby and I'm happy to be right here with you to see your process. And
jonga I'm glad ndaku Lobola before all of this ngoba rhaaaaa imagine
ngewuy malini

-I'm glad I paid your Lobola before all of this imagine how much you would
have been.

I burst out laughing.

Me: 250k kalok ayise cace.

-it's so obvious.

Luphelo: and bendizoy khupha ke shame.

-I was going to cough it out.

Me: seriously?

Luphelo: hehake what's the value of the assets of mine that you possess
compared to 250k? Sbuzi kaka.

-don't ask crap.

Me: hay rha ptsek ke.

Kungawo: athuka ena Yayumi.

-you're swearing Hlalumi.

Me: khalale khalale Kungawo or kanye ndizotya smarties zakho.

-sleep Kungawo or I'm gonna eat your smarties.

Kungawo: solly.

-sorry.

He said as he faced the other direction and slept.

Me: baby how's your Brazzers membership going?

He laughed.

Luphelo: baby when last did I find myself masturbating? Ndi batyiwe
shame.

-I'm horny.

Me: hang in there baby. When are you gonna come back?

Luphelo: I don't know yet kalok Mkam. I will tell you as soon as I'm certain.

Me: Sabaweli u Discipline'wa bawo.

-I long to be disciplined.

He laughed.

Luphelo: xandi lapho ucela amaxolo ke. Uthi asilwi.

-when I'm there you apologize. And say we aren't fighting.

Me: I know which battles to pick Tiyeka. And your dick size isn't one of
them.
Luphelo: shot.

He said and I could see his dick grow thicker in size and that's when our
conversation had a turn for the worst. We started phone sexing and
masturbating but I couldn't expose much ngoba kalok Kungawo was in the
background snoring like a taxi boss.

°° 4 months later °°

[Luphelo's perspective]

Hlalumi had been in Massachusetts for two months now and in that four
months we had only seen one another three times for a total of 11 days
only since our schedules had been really grueling. She was busy with her
training and school whilst I had trials and business deals to manage so
there was literally no way for us to make things work but we understood
each other. I love her and she loves me. Yes, we were both sexually
frustrated but we needed to be extra supportive of one another.

Athi, a friend of Reid and I's was throwing a house party so since Reid and
I live together, we went there together. Dressed in black since the theme of
the party was "the colour of your debit card".

Reid: Njayam andi batywe.

-I'm so horny.

Me: jonga. Ndifuna impundu zomfazi wam njayam.

-I want my wife's ass.

Reid: Hehay Kodwa Lethu no Hlalumi need to thank us bruh it's been four
months and oko si loyal. Hay fondin dikiwe mna kuzi nqonqa.
-I'm tired of masturbating.

I laughed.

Me: same WhatsApp group. Ndi phupha nakakubi ngoba kalok akho
mpundu zinkulu ecamkwam zonqanda imimoya emibi.

-I even have bad dreams now since there's no fat ass next to me to stop
bad spirits.

Reid laughed.

Reid: uthi Njayam imimoya emibi bewinga kwazi udlula phana.

-you say bad spirits couldn't get through that ass.

Me: tu njayam.

I said as we both laughed. That was stupid.

Reid: I just say we should be ringless tonight. They do it too Mos.

Me: qondile.

Reid: shot.

He said as we both took our rings off and put them in the cubby hole. It was
literally the first time we had taken off our rings in months.

Reid finally arrived at Athi's house so we climbed out and then walked into
his mansion. No one in that party had a net worth of less than R2 million.
That's just the type of people we surround ourselves with. There was
music, alcohol, food and lots of possible business ventures so I was being
called left and right by people who wanted to pursue business opportunities
with me. Once the chaos had subsided, Reid and I finally went to sit with
the squad in Athi's Grey living room where we drank aged cognac and
smoked Cuban cigars. There was a mixture of successful women and men
over there... But this one lady in her black dress who had just arrived
caught my eye. She's brown skinned, with a straight wig and an average
looking frame although her hips were wide enough to strike my interest.

Ziyanda: molweni.

-greetings.

She said confidently and everyone greeted her back.

Athi: haike haike Ziyanda I think you might have caught i attention ka
Finisher.

He said before I exhaled the fumes of my smoke through my nose

nonchalantly. I'm not some boy that would start acting all defensive when
he's caught doing something he isn't supposed to be doing. She looked at
me nervously.

Ziyanda: hi.

Me: hey.

I said nonchalantly before smoking my cigar again.

Athi: hay Kodwa-

Reid: Athi Khathule mahn wena huzet ingathi una 4?

-just keep quiet why is it like you're 4?

Athi: xolo kalok Siyalidumisaigamalenkosi Reid Faliso.

Everyone laughed at Reids long ass full name and I wanted to laugh too.

Reid: oh uya hleka Finisher bawo?

-you're laughing?

Me: xolo Njayam kalok.

Reid: ptsek ke.

He said before sulking. The party progressed but I was feeling like I needed
to charge my phone so I went out to my car but I found uZiyanda struggling
to change her wheel.

Me: don't go... Luphelo don't go... Okay fuck I'm going.

I said to myself before crossing the street and then going over to her car.

°° Ziyanda's perspective °°

I was bent down on the street, trying to fit in my spare wheel when I heard
his footsteps. I looked up and it was the man I awkwardly greeted inside
the party. He's so attractive and the light of the night makes him even
hotter because it draws attention to his cheekbones.

LJ: uhm... Ndiku ncede?

-should I help you?

Me: ewe please. I'm really struggling.

LJ: okay.

He said as he bent down and then successfully changed my wheel for me.
It barely took a minute. When he was done I gave him wipes so he could
wipe the dirt from his hands.

Me: thank you so much.

LJ: akukho nxaki.

-no problem.
He said whilst he was clearly checking me out. I literally had nothing to say
but I would be damned if I cut his checking short.

Me: so uhm... You're friends with uAthi?

LJ: yeah...something like that.

He leaned against the bumper of my car and that's when I could finally
smell his cologne.

Honestly a man that has a good taste in cologne has automatic points in
any female.

Me: for how long?

He smiled.

LJ: so you want me to know how long I have been friends nomnye umjita?

I giggled. It really was a dumb question.

Me: I'm Ziyanda Tiyose. Wena?

LJ: Luphelo Jama.

He said before we shook hands. He shook my hand whilst staring dead into
my eyes and he chew his gum so slowly with a semi tilted head. He was
undressing me with his eyes so I went closer to him because wow... Nigga
had me nje nge look alone. He assisted me by passively pulling me closer
to his body. Once I was barely a cm away from his chest, he looked down
at me since he's taller as if he was contemplating whether or not he should
kiss me but I assisted his decision making process by pulling him down and
then kissing him against my car. The kiss lasted for about 7 seconds before
he emerged from it and then he scoffed. I smiled shyly because wow... It's
rare to find grown men who kiss this good and know that a kiss is
accompanied by adequate amounts of touching. But I knew he wasn't
thinking about me during that kiss.

Me: okay. Wow... I don't wanna go home anymore.

He tensed his eyebrows and then looked at his Rolex.

LJ: I hope it's not because of me ngoba ndiya hamba mna ngoku.

-I'm leaving now.

Me: why?

I asked whilst sulking.

LJ: I was on my way home Kakade before I saw you needed help. But I
need to find uReid ngoku.

He said as he walked forward acting like he didn't just kiss me a couple of

seconds ago. I don't know who he was trying to convince more... Himself or
me? We walked into the house and I followed him as he looked for uReid
whom we found in the backyard kissing my friend uThembeka.

LJ: Bawo masambe.

-let's leave.

He said with his hands in his pockets. Reid stopped kissing Thembeka and
looked at Luphelo and I.

Reid: yeah... Okay. Sure Thembeka.

Thembeka: I will call you.

Reid: moja.

Luphelo: Reid masambe mahn bawo.

Reid: ewe Finisher yho. Masambe.

He was lowkey annoyed so him and Reid walked out and left Thembeka
and I in the backyard giggling ngoba wow we caught ourselves some
catches.
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Insert 151 (Continuation)

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

Reid and I climbed back into the car and he was driving as he did before.
We have turns to drive and today was his. The atmosphere was tense in
the car. Both of us were aware of the damage that we have caused in our
marriages and neither of us were proud. This is not the man I have ever
wanted to be. I have always imagined myself being a man who can
honestly say I have never touched another woman whilst being married to
uHlalumi and I tried but fuck... I couldn't do it anymore. I have needs which
I had been ignoring because I wanted to let my wife do her in the USA but
the reality is... 11 days in 4 months wasn't enough for me. I love her
unconditionally but I have needs. And Reid and I tried. We really did. But
today wasn't our lucky day.

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't even realise Reid had pulled
over.
Me: huzet ngoku wena bawo?

-what's up now?

Reid: masithethe about le shit sisando yenza Njayam.

-let's talk about the shit we just did.

Me: ha.a Njayam Masiyeke cos nzokhala mna.

-no let's leave it because I'm gonna cry.

I said as I sniffed and he nodded.

Reid: kodwa Finisher it's been 4 months. You're horny... I'm horny. We
tried. I'm just gonna fuck uThembeka mna and move on.

I exhaled.

Me: I don't even know what it's like to fuck someone else anymore.

He exhaled.

Reid: Goduka kaloku Finisher. I'm gonna drop you off but mna I'm literally
done fethu I need this.

-go home then.

I bit my lip and then wiped my face. I needed it too..

Me: ba founele.

-call them.

Reid: moja.

He said before taking his phone out to call uThembeka. She answered.

Thembeka: Hey Reid.

Reid: hey. Niphi ngoku?

-where are you now?

Thembeka: we're still at the party. Why?

Reid: we don't wanna spend the night alone kalok no Finisher so... Iza no
Ziyanda and then we'll have a nice time.

Thembeka: okay.

Reid: we're gonna make a U-Turn ke.

Thembeka: sure baby.

Reid: cool.

He hung up and then I downed my shot of whiskey. I just couldn't possibly

do this sober, I'm sorry.

°° Ziyanda's perspective °°

I was so excited when Teigh told me that Luphelo was coming back. It was
going to be really difficult to sleep after the way he kissed me but the
thought of possibly going to sleep with him tonight excited me. I am
beautiful, smart and successful but I have such a hard time keeping a man
due to the fact that I'm a boss lady. My success intimidates men but
Luphelo didn't even seem to give a fuck that I drove a Porsche 911. But
then again why would he when he drives a Mustang? He probably has
more where that came from.

Him and Reid finally arrived so they climbed out. Reid was driving the
Mustang so I was confused.
Me: haibo whose Mustang is this?

Luphelo looked at me as if I'm forward. His tranquility showed me that it's

his but Reid's cocky expression also told a different story. They are so
confusing.

Reid: so where are we heading?

Me: Luphelo's place.

LJ: no.

Me: why? I would like to see where you live Kodwa.

I said whilst sulking against his body.

LJ: ha.a Ziyanda. Indlu yam i off limits.

-my house is off limits.

Me: fine. My place then. Reid you and Teigh go together. I'll go with him.

Reid: fine.

I went to my car and Luphelo followed me. I sat on the passenger seat so
that meant he had to drive so we left first so that Reid and Teigh could
follow us.

Me: I'm sorry if I pissed you off about the Mustang.

He exhaled.

LJ: it belongs to me but it was a gift from uReid.

Me: what? iMustang bruh? And what did you get him?

LJ: shares.

Me: I'm impressed. So... Do you have kids?

He exhaled.

LJ: yes... 1 boy. That's it.

Me: okay.... A wife?

LJ: ewe. Nditshatile.

-yes. I'm married.

Me: then why are you here?

LJ: she's in the USA fondin.. Ndi batyiwe mna. It's been 4 months... 4 more
to go so I can't anymore shame. But ke Ziyanda... Uyayazi lonto ngoku so if
you see me no mfazi wam eMall sityisana kwa Spur wathi gqhi no Jub Jub
kuzonya nongenzanga nto vha? Uyajola 9/9 uyaw phela ku season 1.

-I'm horny. You know that now so if you see me and my wife feeding each
other in the mall at Spur and you come through with Jub Jub even an
innocent person will be fucked. Uyajola 9/9 will end on season 1.

My mouth hung open. Did this man just tell me he has a wife and still have
the decency to warn me against ruining his marriage? But still... I just
nodded because I wanted him and I didn't mind having a no strings
attached type of thing as long as it meant I could get some.

We finally arrived at my place and then we parked. Reid and Teigh followed
behind us so on our way inside, Reid passed a box of condoms to Luphelo
but they probably thought I didn't notice. I didn't even know why he was
being discreet about it because he had already made his intentions clear
for me in the car so I was cool with that. And you don't have to hide Durex
condoms.
I took a bottle and two glasses of wine upstairs with me. I thought we would
have time to drink it but Luphelo and I kissed immediately. There was no
talking. No nothing... Just primitive making out. He smelt so good that he
didn't even need to put effort into turning me on. I was wet just from nasal
stimulation so we made out then undressed each other and when he was
erect, he wore his condom and then he entered me. He fucked me
missionary style and Luphelo had been lacking pussy so much that his
Round 1 didn't really last long but Round 2 was the one that did it for me.
He fucked me until my faith in humanity was restored and then he came..
He took both condoms and went to discard them in my toilet by flushing
them then he sat down on the chair at the end of my bedroom.

I sat upright on the bed.

Me: haibo Luphelo what are you doing there?

Luphelo: ndi baleka i pillow talk.

-I'm running away from pillow talk.

I laughed.

Me: you're so determined to treat me like shit yazi.

Luphelo: It's not my intention.

I exhaled. I heard a loud knock on the bedroom door so Luphelo went to

open it since he was wearing his pants and he knew it was Reid who was
knocking.

LJ: Yinton bawo?

-what?

Reid: kuthiwa uKumkani akekho right fondin masambe.

-it's being said that Kumkani isn't right bruh let's go.

LJ: fuck utheni umntanam bruh?

-what's wrong with my child?

He asked whilst panicking. This child is really loved by his father.

Reid: it's nothing extreme noba une fever or something.

LJ: okay.

He said as he got dressed frantically and then he literally walked out

without saying anything to me. Again. But I suppose he was justified this
time around.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

Lelethu and I decided to surprise our husband's by coming to South Africa

without telling them. We had a break in our timetables therefore we thought
we should pay them and our children a visit so when we arrived, they were
not home. Rosie said they went to an all black party so we bonded with our
babies in the meantime. But they were taking forever so we had to lie and
say uKumkani uyagula in order for them to come home.

They finally arrived after 15 minutes so we went into our own bedrooms.
This was Luphelo and I's house so I went into our main bedroom and
uLelethu went into the spare room. Kumkani was sleeping by then so I
waited on the bed in my lingerie, ready to fuck Luphelo's brains out and to
show him my new body which boasts a smaller waist. I even had a new wig
on for yena... With a 360 lace closure and everything. My Peruvian 26
inches long water wave curls were just life. My make up was a full face
beat. I looked amazing..

My coochie was so excited as I heard his footsteps leading towards our

bedroom door. He opened and then he immediately saw me.

Luphelo: baby. Hey.

He looked so confused. I didn't expect such a dull reaction from him.

Me: Molo Mharu.

Luphelo: Wow. You look... So different. Wow... Hlalumi just wow... I'm
speechless... I'm looking for something to say but I'm blank.

Okay see this was what I was

Anticipating.

Me: baby I kinda worked off the baby weight cos deep down I thought you
don't really like it qha you're being a good husband.

I said as I climbed off the bed and then went to hug my husband who
looked so good. His style kodwa. Black is his colour.

Luphelo: I meant it njena baby. I didn't mind your baby weight.

Me: yho hay I did keh mnake. But I gymed nabantu be track at Harvard and
here I am.

I said as I flaunted my new body in his face and he couldn't stop smiling.
He was proud so I hugged and then kissed him.. He smelt like perfume. I
felt a sharp pain in my chest but I couldn't overreact yet.

Me: Mharu unuka i perfume.

-you smell like perfume.

Luphelo: bendi kwi party ka Athi kalok. And there's a lot of businessmens
wives that I had to hug khubone.

Me: oh. Baby are you okay? You seem a bit off.

Luphelo: I was told umntanam uya ghula kalok Hlalumi. I just took it to
heart.

I exhaled.
Me: I'm sorry. We were just tired of waiting and wanted it to be a surprise...
We weren't thinking this through no Lelethu Mharu but we had good
intentions.

Luphelo: I know.

He said as he kissed my forehead.

Luphelo: ndicela ulala baby le party indenze ndane ntloko.

-can I please sleep this party made me have a headache.

Me: but Mharu I just arrived-

Luphelo: Lumi you should have called me ndibe prepared for your arrival
kalok. Ngomso I'm all yours.

Me: okay.

I said as he undressed and then went to the en suite to take a shower. I

went to take uKumkani from his cot and then I put him in bed with us. He
was sleeping so after his father's shower, Luphelo came to bed in his
boxers and then he switched the lights off. He then climbed into bed.

Luphelo: good night Mabhebheza.

Me: Good night Mharu... I love you.

Luphelo: I love you too.

He said before we kissed and then he faced the opposite direction.

.
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Insert 152: Lamie Ambesa Matoti

Kumie being a bit older now has been quite the relief because he no longer
cries as he used to before. His cries become less the older he gets
because ngu Jama lona. He was designed to be tranquil, unbothered and
chilled. And I was really happy about that but as a mother it's a different
type of pain to leave your child and keep being updated about your baby's
developments over the phone. I missed quite a few milestones but ke
witnessing your child's milestones doesn't pay the bills. I would rather be
able to tell my child that I had secured his future with a tight grip than to say
"hey baby I watched your teeth grow out".

I took my, as I once said, pulchritudinous son from the bed and then carried
him to the kitchen. I found him biting his lips in the morning so that meant
he was hungry. He was old enough to eat real food ngoku so I made his
porridge for him which he ate as uLelethu came down to the kitchen.

Lelethu: hey.

Me: hi.

She opened the fridge and then took out some Stork butter and some
cheese grillers. She looked less than happy.

Me: utheni?
-what happened?

Lelethu: nothing wethu mntase. I'm just tired.

I think Reid had also rejected her intentions to make love to him but she
just didn't want to admit it. It was too painful to admit that you got all
dressed and glammed up for a man who will only reject you in the end. And
I wasn't about to either.

Me: okay.

I said as I finished feeding uKumkani and then I went to put him in his
walking ring. Kungawo came down the stairs all excited and shit.

Kungawo: Kumani!! Molo Kumani.

He started cheering as he saw uKumkani and hugged him from his walking
ring. Naye uKumkani who can stand only if supported, stood up from his
walking ring and then hugged uKungawo. It was adorable especially when
they kissed iyho when babies naturally kiss ngoba they have observed that
kissing is a sign of affection. Kungawo gave uKumkani his toy whilst
Lelethu and I watched adorably. Kumkani took the toy and then adorably
played with it against his walking ring while his big brother watched.

Me: this is so cute! It's as if they don't see each other everyday.

Lelethu: jonga Hlalumi. My day is made.

We watched them for a couple more minutes whilst deciding to go take a

shower.

Rosie stays at the house with our husband's full time to help look after
uKumkani no Kungawo so she came down to take over whilst uLelethu and
I lowkey had to go work on our marriages. So I walked to our bedroom and
then I opened the door, exposing my naked husband who had clearly just
taken a shower. He was spraying his underarms while that dick hung and I
was just in awe. That dick must be heavy. I don't know how he even
manages to maintain a normal walking pace with a dick that big. It should
be slowing him down. I stared and he knew I was staring so I had to snap
out of it.

Me: Molo Jama.

Luphelo: izapha.

-come here.

The butterflies in my stomach came alive at his request.

I walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around me when I arrived.
He hugged me so passionately and then he kissed my forehead when he
was done.

Luphelo: ndicela uxolo about yesterday. All of yesterday.

Me: it's okay. I understand you didn't expect to see me.

I said whilst lowkey enjoying the way he was touching me. He had his
hands on my ass and his head was tilted. Luphelo looks 1000 times more
attractive when he tilts his head and then stares whilst his hands are on the
right places.

Luphelo: hm okay.

He said softly. His "hm" sounded like a moan and my pussy was
immediately wet so I leaned in for a kiss and he kissed me. I was still in my
lingerie which fits like a dress so he pulled my panty down my thighs whilst
I was standing and I had to be the one to let my panty slide down my legs.
He pulled my lingerie up and then he grabbed my butt cheeks and the size
of my booty ticked him off.

Luphelo: Hm!!
He groaned in my mouth before pinning me down on the edge of the bed
and then he penetrated me missionary style. I had my legs wide opened
and my husband between them. He was fucking me whilst I held onto his
shoulders, screaming from ecstasy cos wow... Luphelo knows how to fuck
a woman properly. He came on my neck before tilting me over and then
fucking me doggy style for the second round. This is the aggression I
wanted from him. He was pounding my pussy so much that my ass started
to shake.

Me: ohhhhhh Mharuuuuuu hmmmmm oh god... Shiiit yhoooo Pheloooooo!!

Oh my god...

Mhmmmm.

I screamed as I twerked and grinded against his dick whilst it was inside
me. Luphelo was groaning like the man he is and I was just in love with the
sounds he was making whilst he was inside me. Male moans are the best
Kodwa. He came again so I went to take a bath once we were done and
then he came to pull me out of the bathtub to fuck me against the wall as
dripping wet as I was.

After taking a bath, I got dressed and by the time I was done, Reid and
Lelethu were already gone to their own house. They had told uLuphelo
about that and said they would be staying at their own house for the entire
duration of our visit and I couldn't agree more. Both couples needed their
space after these intense 4 months.

I had bought gifts for Luphelo's family and my mother so I asked my

husband if we could go to his home and he agreed so I called mommy and
told her I would be at the Jama household so she should come. I also
called uMa and told her I'm back in PE and would like to come over so she
told me ukba she will call the rest of her children so we can all eat as a
family. So uLuphelo helped carry all of the gifts I bought with the money I
made whilst being an intern at a Fortune 500 company so yaaaas. Baby girl
was making her coin in the USA and that's why I could never be able to
take care of uKumkani in the USA.

Once everything was packed up, I climbed into the car with uKumkani and
then uLuphelo took the driver's seat of the Mustang. He kissed me before
starting the car and managed to get lipstick on his lips.

Me: Mharu une lipstick ngoku.

-you have lipstick now.

Luphelo: ukba iyandi fanela yiyeke.

-if it suits me leave it.

I giggled.

Me: it does but hay hay. Let me remove it.

I said before wiping his lips with my thumb. Once his lips were clean, I used
my hygiene wipes from my LV purse to wipe my hands and then threw it
out of the window.

Luphelo: ndiyazi thanda i nails zakho baby.

-I love your nails.

He said as he took my hand in his and then he kissed it. I smiled.

Me: enkosi baby. I did them for you.

Luphelo: yaphumela Mabhebheza. Fota la left hand wena gqhiba

uythumele kum kuWhatsApp.

-take a picture of that left hand and then send it through to my phone.

Me: okay babe sapha i phone yakho.

-give me your phone.

It was in his pocket but he tensed his eyebrows.

Luphelo: just send it kalok Majama. I will receive it fika kwethu ekhaya.

-when we arrived at my home.

Me: Luphelo since when do you have a problem with me accessing your
phone?

Luphelo: Ntikazi andina nxaki I'm just saying I will receive it when we get to
eNew Brighton.

I exhaled. I didn't think he had anything to hide but maybe being away from
me for 4 months created barriers all over again since I'm literally the only
one allowed to touch his phone.

Me: sapha lo phone Luphelo wethu ndifuna uku fota mna.

-give me that phone Luphelo I want to take pictures.

He reluctantly took it out of his pocket and then gave it to me unlocked.

Rha did he really think he was just going to deny me access to my own
husband's phone? I logged onto his WhatsApp and then sent him the
picture, downloaded it on his phone and then logged out again so I could
take selfies.

The whole family was already at the house when Luphelo and I arrived,
waiting for me. I was greeted with a lot of hugs and kisses which grew
worse when I gave them their presents. I bought my husband's mother 14
inches of Peruvian hair and haike haike she lost her marbles because of
the quality. I
Bought uMama a collection of 2 Burberry sunglasses since uMama likes
sunglasses with a pair of Michael Kors gentlemen styled slip ons and she
fell in love. I bought two Polo handbags for u Lusanda and Sihle. I also
bought new Tom Ford wallets for uLuyanda and Luthando. Senior yena got
a new MacBook since he was complaining about the sound of his old
laptop. And my husband yena... His gift was some green Christian
Louboutins red bottom sneakers which he was grateful for and a cologne
collection from Gucci.

The entire family was grateful for their gifts but neither knew ukuba I got
them on discount by ordering straight from the Chinese factory. They were
all legit though.

The food was served so the chaos finally died down and we got down to
eat.

Luthando: yey Hlalumi how did you afford yonke lento but you're studying?

Me: kalok I was enrolled in a business building programme and phana I

performed satisfactorily so I was hired as an intern kwi fortune 500
company.

Senior: Yinton lonto?

-what's that?

Me: in summary Forbes compiles a top 500 list of companies racking in the
most revenue yearly so I work for a company ekula list. It's Raytheon.

Mommy: yho hay mntanam God favored me by giving me you. I'm proud
sthandwa sam. You're such a go getter.

Me: enkosi mommy.

Sihle: me too chomi. I suppose you weren't wasting my time when you
used to make me go with you to the car dealership opposite our primary
school just to ask for the price of the Lamborghini everyday. Like guys...
Everyday uHlalumi would ask qhonda awuzode uyi afford'e chomi.

They giggled.
Senior: yaybona yonke lento iqhubekekayo uLuphelo ucinga i stripper pole
yena qha.

-Luphelo can see everything that is going on but he's just thinking about the
stripper pole.

Luphelo coughed while the rest of the family laughed. Yho uSenior. ♀
Then he lifted his glass with his left hand and drank his soda then he kissed
me in front of our family. My face was almost about to explode.

Reid and Lelethu told my husband and I that we were invited to a beach
braai later on in the evening so we agreed we would go. His friends are
literally always having something going on but hanging around them is
quite fun. The sort of adult fun had during their parties is on another level.

So after we departed from the Jama household at 19: 00 pm, my husband

and I left our son with his granny and then we made our way to the
Jeffrey's Bay beach. I was so excited to be back. I missed South Africa and
I was proud of myself for managing to be in the USA for 4 months and still
come back with my native accent. I was in the USA for 4 months and still
knew how to produce my proudly Xhosa clicks and that's why I will never
understand Xhosa people who leave for Joburg or Durban for 2 weeks and
come back saying "Mara" instead of "Kodwa". Or "isikhathi" instead of
"ixesha". I wish South Africans could learn to be proud of who they are and
never feel pressured to change. There's beauty in every single tribe. I thank
God every day for being umXhosa because if I wasn't umXhosa I wouldn't
be uMamcethe nor would my husband be lethal.

We finally arrived at the beach and parked where his friends were
gathered. My husband's phone was in my bag so we climbed out and he
carried our camp chairs and cooler box.

Lutho: Aw Finisher Njayam. Molo Punisher.

Me: hi bhuti.

Luphelo: hay hay baby sukuthi bhuti kwi ntwana encinci nakunam.

-no baby don't say bhuti to a boy that's younger than me.

Joe: everyone is younger kuwe Mos.

Reid: uyamazi.

He said as he came to approach us and told me uLelethu is in the red Jeep

with the rest of the ladies.

Me: Mharu ndizayo hlala ne ladies keh kula Jeep.

-I'm going to chill with the ladies in that Jeep.

Luphelo: okay. Ndicela undi ncamise keh Kodwa.

-please kiss me though.

I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and then we kissed.

Luphelo: awufuni nto? Like maybe sweets? Chocolate? Chips?

-don't you want anything?

Me: I feel like Zinger wings ngoku.

Luphelo: Zolani?

Zolani: Ya Ta Finisher?

He said as he came closer and then he greeted me. I greeted back.

Luphelo: jonga ina nantsi Mustang. Nzak Nika 30 minutes ukba mawuye
ubuye ngayo. Mfazi wam ufuna i wings and mna ndifuna i ice ne Energade.
Baby ufuna zibe ngaphi ezi wings?
-look here's a Mustang. I will give you 30 minutes to leave and come back
with it. My wife wants wings and I want ice and Energade. Baby how many
wings do you want?

Me: 4 for me and 4 for uLelethu. Ndicela ne Sparkling Krusher li red zibey
2.

Luphelo: zoba ngathi ndiya xoka ke xandi sithi uvela eHarvard. Yi

strawberry sunrise.

-it's gonna be like I'm lying when I said you come from Harvard. It's
strawberry sunrise.

Zolani and I laughed.

Me: mxm wethu li red. Enkosi Zolani.

Zolani: is that all?

Luphelo: yeah.

Zolani: sure. Masambe baby.

-let's go baby.

He said to his girlfriend and then he took the keys from uLuphelo. I guess
every squad has the "ice boy". I kissed my man for the last time before
taking my alcohol and then going to the Jeep.

°° Ziyanda's perspective °°

The ladies and I were all drinking in the car, minding our business before
the door opened and another lady climbed in. She was wearing a white
lacy body suit with ripped jeans, pink block heels and a beautiful silk
oversized cardigan. Her wig had inches and she had a rock on her finger.
Her handbag was designed by Louis Vuitton himself and her nails were
matte bubblegum pink coffin nails on her 4 fingers but her ring finger nails
had glitter.

Her: hi ladies. Yimoto kabani Lena xowam ndinga ngeni nje?

-whose car is this my lord so I don't just enter.

Beigh: relax babes it's mine every lady is welcome apha.

Her: enkosi. Lethu hi mntase.

Lethu: hey babes ndisaku buka. Awusemhle.

-I'm still looking at you. You're so beautiful.

Her: enkosi baby.

She said as she fixed her bra and her sweet perfume filled the car.

Lethu: ladies ke this is uHlalumi. The Finisher's wife. Hlalumi this is

uZiyanda, Thembeka and Beigh. You know everyone else apha Mos.

Her: yes.

She said as she individually shook our hands. She's so beautiful it made
my chest ache. She opened her can of Peach flavored Breezer and then
she started drinking as we ladies started having small talk about what it's
like to have successful men when you aren't on their level because every
woman here besides uThembeka and myself has a successful man so I
was curious to hear what the wife of the man I fucked Izolo had to say
about her experience.

Her: mna I'm just tired of having to always ask myself what people are
thinking when they see me with him. Inoba they think I'm there for the
money so it's really frustrating because people think you're faking your
happiness when you're with a wealthy man and that you have a hidden
agenda. Its worse when you're light skinned haike you look even more
shady hence I wanna push my own hustle on the side. He gave me his
assets and ke I should be okay with that but my biggest fear is him wanting
to divorce me and then starts challenging his own decision. LJ is a great
attorney so he should have enough clout in the legal industry to form
alliances with certain lawyers to have me fucked in the case of a divorce
and that's what some women don't think about it. You can't be comfortable
with your man's money that's a trap. You'll end up like uHelen on uDiary of
a mad black woman the day he doesn't want you.

Beigh: Hlalumi I've witnessed lonto happening in reality not just kwi movie
rhaa masile amadoda ane Mali Odwa in a marriage. Jongaaa!! They treat
you like you can be bought.

Pam: nivusa amanxeba.

-you are bringing up old wounds.

She said before we all laughed ngoba we knew her past.

Beigh: but ladies what about the cheating that rich men do? I wanna know
mna how you ladies handle it?

Lethu: I just drink guys shame. That's how I deal with it.

Me: wena Hlalumi?

LJ's phone rang in her purse, interrupting her reply.

Her: LJ's phone hello? Oh baby nguwe? Okay ndiyeza.

-it's you? I'm coming.

She said before hanging up and then

Climbing out of the car with her handbag. This was gonna be a long night.

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Insert 152 (Continuation): Yolanda Mtambo

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

Reid came to me and then he tapped me on the shoulder.

Me: hm?

Reid: maso ncokola Njayam.

-let’s go talk.

Me: Okay.

I said as I got up with my whiskey glass in hand and then followed uReid
until he stopped. He looked stressed.

Reid: Finisher uAthi uthi uThembeka no Ziyanda bakula moto bakuyo

uHlalumi no Lelethu fondin.

-Athi says Thembeka and Ziyanda are in the car that Hlalumi and Lelethu
are in.
My blood turned cold and my palms began to sweat.

Me: bafuna ntoni lamashumane kule kaka yento keh ngoku?

-what the fuck do these singletons want in this shitty thing?

Reid: I don’t know bruh. But balapha.

-they are here.

Me: Reid thina we fucked up by fucking girls we don’t even know. What if
ezintwezi zi malicious and would tell our wives? Fondin Reid I can’t lose
uHlalumi mna over 2 rounds hay fondin.

I said as the stress I was feeling was causing me to become light headed.

Reid: relax Njayam neither of us will lose our wives. Let’s just get them out
of that car-

Me: sothi kutheni xasiba khupha Kodwa amadoda alapha abafazi bona ba
phana?

-what will we say is the reason for taking them out when the men are here
and the women are there?

I asked as uZolani came back with my Mustang. I didn’t even notice he had
been gone for more than 30 minutes but that was the least of my worries.

Me: heke give me your phone I’ll call uHlalumi for her and Lelethu’s wings
and then we can ask them to stay with us.

Reid: shot.

He said as he took his cellphone out and then I called my phone. She
picked up.

Hlalumi: LJ’s phone hello?

Me: ndicela uphume.

-please get out.

Hlalumi: baby nguwe?

Me: yeah.

Hlalumi: okay ndiyeza.

I said before she hung up and then I gave uReid his phone back.

Me: njayam I have been shady all day nge phone yam ngoba I’m afraid
uZiyanda might dm me out of the blue so please make sure she doesn’t get
it bruh by giving it to uThembeka.

Reid: okay bawo.

Me: shot.

I said as Reid and I went to our camp chairs.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I climbed out of the car and then remembered uLelethu also has food so I
called her and then we walked out to where uLuphelo was sitting.
Rethabile’s “Nomathemba” was playing and that song is such a vibe at
night. Luphelo was sitting down talking to his friends whilst holding our
brown KFC packet between his index and middle fingers. Gold watch
strapped securely on his wrist. Yho hay jonga my man is attractive in all
aspects. He was also drinking my Krusher and that’s the part of marriage
that the media doesn’t tell you about. I don’t have siblings but I’m pretty
sure this is what it’s like.

Me: hay Mharu uysela njani Krusher yam?

-no Mharu how do you drink my Krusher?

I sulked.

Luphelo: ayimnandi baby.

-it’s so nice.

He said as he gave uLelethu the bag. She took out my Zinger wings and
gave them to me as I sat on my husband’s lap since my camp chair was
occupied. God I love him. And his lap was so arousing ngoba his dick was
swelling from me sitting on it and it made for the best seat in the world.

I took my first wing and he bit it from his side.

Me: ndi hambe Tatakhe?

-should I leave?

He giggled as I smiled. The rest of the ladies came out of the Jeep and
came to sit around with their men ngoku.

Luphelo: suhamba baby. But Khandiphe.

-don’t leave. Give me some.

Me: myeni wam kodwa you knew kuyiwa kwa KFC why ungathanga
Uyafuna nawe?

-but my husband you knew he’s going to KFC why didn’t you say you want
some as well?

Luphelo: bendingayazi ndizazi bawela kalok.

-I didn’t know I’m going to want them.

I exhaled as I fed him.

Pam: ngumtshato ke lowo Hlalumi.

-that’s marriage.

Me: Yho ndoyisiwe.

-I’m defeated.

Athi: kuse early Hlalumi. That’s nothing.

-it’s still early.

Luphelo’s facial expression changed as he looked at uAthi who cracked

just by seeing iNgwenya yam looking at him.

Luphelo: ingathi uzandi dika wena.

-it’s like you’re gonna annoy me.

He said in a falsetto.

Athi: hade Finisher bawo.

Lelethu and I looked at each other and winked ngoba this side of uLuphelo
encites us. ♀ We are so attracted to men who can tell other men they are
annoying and can earn an apology.

I took his head and put it on my chest, his sanctuary, as he continued

eating my wings whilst we waited for the meat to finish cooking. It was
being braaied by uZolani, the squads ice boy.

The night was so fun. The food eaten, music played and laughter shared
was beyond amazing nje. Sands’s Tigi went on and everyone went crazy. I
even lost my morals and twerked for uLuphelo by grinding my ass against
his penis.

Them: haaaaaaayyyybo Punisher!!

When I was done, Luphelo was like “ndiyo chama ngoku” which meant he
was going to urinate. They laughed ngoba that’s a man’s strategy to
combat his erection as he took his final shot of whiskey, kissed me and
then he walked away in search of a decent spot to urinate. I sat down on
our camp chair and then I looked around and noticed that Ziyanda chick
was not in her seat. My blood boiled so I got up in search of my husband. I
saw that bitch crossing the street, heading towards the spot where
uLuphelo was urinating so I intersected her path.

Me: uyaphi babes?

-where are you going?

I scared her.

Ziyanda: mna?

-me?

Me: ewe ucimba ndithetha ngabani?

-who do you think I’m talking about?

Ziyanda: hay Hlalumi kuse lwandle apha I can go wherever. I wanted to

smoke mna but I just wanted to find a good spot.

I exhaled.

Me: sundi bona ndi nxibe pink vah ucinge ndi weak. Tshayela kude ngaku
myeni wam vha sthandwa.

-don’t see me wearing pink and think I’m weak. Smoke far away from my
husband.

Ziyanda: okay.
She said whilst nodding because my delivery was confusing. She didn’t
know whether I was angry or I was being nice.

Me: hamba ke love.

-leave then.

I commanded and she followed my instructions before I headed to

uLuphelo who was now shaking his dick to dry it.

Luphelo: khandboleke I panty liner.

-borrow me a panty liner.

I gave him a straight face.

Luphelo: Yinton ngoku Mabhebheza?

-what now?

He asked as he toyed with his penis before putting it in his underwear.

Me: Luphelo yazi one of those bitches uZiyanda was heading kule
direction? She said uzo tshaya but why would she cross the road just to
smoke but sihleli phandle?

Luphelo: ubuza umntu orongo Kodwa Hlalumi. Hlambi unesncwaso and

she’s been wanting to talk to me the whole night.

-you’re asking the wrong person though. Maybe she has a crush.

I inhaled. My chest was now hurting.

Me: Luphelo you have been acting differently-

Luphelo: suyenza lento Hlalumi. You don’t have a right to question me

about acting differently although I clearly miss you. We’re in this situation
for your benefit and I never questioned you but wena you jump to
conclusions after I acted differently for one night?
-don’t do this.

The tear fell from my eye which I quickly wiped and got my shit together. I
didn’t want to face people with swollen eyes. He strapped his belt and then
fixed his jean.

Me: ndicela uxolo keh Mharu. I’m sorry. I just really love you and… I don’t
want to lose you. I just panic when I think about losing you cos I just truly
love you Luphelo Jama. Uyayazi I just… I can’t live without you. It’s hard
nakum waking up without you so I always have to work. I’m sorry. I know
you wouldn’t cheat on me I’m sorry Tiyeka.

He pulled me into his arms and then he wrapped his arms around me
before kissing my temple.

Luphelo: we will survive lento baby. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings
Kodwa.

Me: I’m sorry too mntuwam.

Luphelo: moja keh bawokazi.

He said as he kissed my forehead and then he kissed my lips. We then

walked back to the squad whilst holding hands.

°° Ziyanda’s perspective °°

I really messed up by trying to speak to uLuphelo. I shouldn’t have tried to.

So when I got back, I pulled uThembeka from her camp chair and then we
went to speak behind the Jeep.

Teigh: what friend?

Me: friend I actually tried to speak to uLJ and his

Wife caught me on my way to him and basically confronted me about it.

Friend he’s gonna be so mad.

Teigh: he will… But he will also come back to you. Trust me.

Me: how are you so sure?

Teigh: chomi married men in long distance relationships will never fuck
different women. It’s easier to control one woman so relax wena. You will
get to feel that dick again.

I smiled.

Me: okay fair enough. But it’s really annoying seeing them together iyoh.
Uyathandwa uBabes.

Kodwa keh shame ndodakhe ityiwa ndim.

-the Babes is loved. But her man is being eaten by me.

She laughed.

Teigh: cimba angaya eHarvard yena abe ene ndoda elawei? But chomi just
apologise to her and that way you will win her husband over again.

-she thinks she can go to Harvard with a man like that?

Me: okay.

I said as we went back to the people. I looked at uLuphelo and he was

staring daggers at me. Rha uya jama uJama. ♀ He has that cold stare that
makes you wish you had bodyguards and sends shivers down your body.
His wife was sitting on his lap and they kept talking to each other and I
thought I would never get the opportunity to speak to her again but the
opportunity presented itself when uBabes had to go fetch more alcohol for
herself in the Mustang. I followed her.

Me: Hlalumi?
She looked at me.

Me: woman to woman… I’m sorry. I really wanted to smoke qha the timing
was off and that whole thing looked wrong. I really hope you can find it in
you to believe me. If not me then

believe in the foundation of your marriage ngoba ya’ll are solid. I’m
impressed by what I’m seeing.

She exhaled as she took out his jacket with her carry pack. My apology
barely changed her rock hard facial expression. She closed the door of the
Mustang, remote locked it and then she walked back to her man without
saying a single word to me. I was so humiliated. I never knew silence was
this powerful. But rha she was motivating me to chow her man even harder
Unyile because she was going to leave again.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I gave my husband his jacket and he saw uZiyanda following me. He bit his
lip and then looked at me.

Me: baby ndicela sigoduke.

-can we please go home.

Luphelo: masambe.

-let’s go.

He said so I got up from his lap and he wore his jacket.

Pam: haibo Punisher no Finisher niyemka?

-you’re leaving?

Me: yeah it’s late ngoku rha.

I said whilst yawning.

Joe: yaxoka uFinisher usayo cutha I 4 months.

They laughed.

Luphelo: ungenaphi? Unayo I panty hose somewhere wena njayam. It’s

either uyay nxiba phantsi kwe jean or uythwala entloko xawulala.

-where so you fit in? You have a panty hose somewhere. It’s either you
wear it underneath the jean or you wear it on your head when you sleep.

They laughed at Joe ngoba nyan keh uJoe is so involved in people’s shit
you would think he’s a woman if you heard the shit he talks about.

Reid: qondile!!

Athi: facts kudala ndiy thetha lento.

-I have been saying this for a long time.

Joe sulked as I took my bag and then said good night to Lelethu and uReid.
Luphelo’s goodbyes lasted longer so I went to the car and waited for him.

Insert 153: Chosen Buhlebendalo Motshegwa II

It was almost midnight when my man came back to the car and then took
the driver’s seat.

Luphelo: xolo ngoku lindisa baby.

-I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.

Me: it’s okay. Bendi jongana ne emails zam apha in any case.

-I was checking out my emails here.

Luphelo: Washa.

I giggled as he started the car.

Me: awusa baseli.

-you’re enticing.

He smiled.

Luphelo: Mababy?

Me: hm?

Luphelo: enkosi ngo thengela I family yam I presents. Bendi proud nyan
ukba ngumfazi wam lona wenza yonke lento. Ndyabulela Majama nanga
lentba you didn’t exclude uBhut Luthando after what he did. Your maturity
is amazing. Enkosi Chizama.

-thank you for buying my family some presents. I was really proud of the
fact that it was my wife doing all of that. I’m grateful about the fact that you
didn’t exclude Luthando.

Me: But baby your family has been really supportive of my dreams. I
expected them to be against the type of woman I am but they aren’t. They
are all for it so nam I had to give them something. Especially uMamakho.
She’s been the most supportive one of the bunch. She calls me all the time
xandise Massachusetts. Sometimes she even stays up late with me on the
phone whilst I study simane ngo ncokola. So I had to do something for her.

Luphelo: iyandi xolisa njenge ndoda ukubona I O’lady no Mfazi wam

bethandana Ntikazi. Phofu uNozala wakuthanda wena useyi Nkazana.

-it makes me so content as a man to see my mother and my wife love each
other. Anyway my mother loved you since you were a girlfriend.

I smiled. That woman loved me before she knew what I was capable of.

Me: real recognizes real kalok.

I said as my man put on his music. We weren’t going to fetch uKumkani

tonight ngoba his grandparents were going to have him for the entire night.
So my husband made a stop at the garage for some petrol.

Petrol attendent: molweni.

His greeting had so much respect because of the car.

Luphelo: sure bawo. Khaze u unleaded we R600.

-give me R600 unleaded.

Me: faka I full tank bhuti.

-put in the full tank.

Petrol attendant: yho ndithini keh bhut’wam?

-what should I do?

He asked uLuphelo.

Luphelo: awuboni ndiya bhejwa apha wena? Faka I full tank.

-can’t you see I’m being blessed here? Put in the full tank.

The man giggled.

Petrol attendent: hay sisi uzo gcwalisa I tank ye Mustang? Ndicela uktshata
ngokwam shame.

-no sis you’re gonna fill up the tank of a Mustang. Can I please marry you
myself?

We giggled as I lifted up my left hand to show him my ring. I’m so damn

proud of it and what it stands for.

Me: ku late mahn Bhut wam.

He smiled as he filled up the entire tank. When he was done, he came with
the speed point machine so I opened my self bought LV handbag, opened
my LV wallet and then took out my debit card. I gave it to my husband
since he knows my pin so he completed the transaction himself. Once it
went through, we said goodbye to the man and then he drove out of the
garage station.

Luphelo: enkosi Mabhebheza.

Me: hehake Mharu. You bought me an entire car but you’re thanking me for
petrol? Hay hay Taka Kumkani.

I said as I kissed his cheek whilst he changed gears with the hand that has
his wedding ring. I’m so in love bawo.

.
.

Going home with Luphelo feels like going to your boyfriends house. I get
the butterflies I used to feel eHigh School whenever I would visit my then
boyfriend and I would tell him that I’m there at the stop we agreed on and
he would give me that “ndiyeza” text. Man, it’s a different kind of excitement
to realise that holy shit you’re going to be alone with this man. He’s going to
give you his attention. He’s going to touch you, kiss you… And he’s also
going to give you his dick. Hay jonga… I think what excites me the most
about being alone with my husband is how charming he tends to be. Haike
yabona ke uLuphelo charms better than he defends criminals. He’s just got
that thing about him when he speaks that I love. I love how effortlessly he
can drop a bomb on his wife and make her feel like the most beautiful
woman in the world without thinking about it. Luphelo will literally throw the
most bomb compliment on me and then go to bed and leave me in a world
of butterfly attacks in my stomach and sore cheeks. I love that so much.

He climbed out of the car and then he came to get my door. Strike 1. This
was going to be a long night if he’s already opening doors for me. He paid
close attention to my face as I climbed out of the car and then he closed
the door behind me. He looked at me from head to toe and

then he smiled before reaching his hand out to me. I took it and then he
kissed my hand. He’s got the old school way of loving a woman. It really
helps to be with an older man because they still believe in chivalry.

Luphelo: Majama? Truth be told Mkam? Uyaba nyisa abafazi bamajita.

-you’re fucking up the other guys’ wives.

We both giggled as he pulled me closer to his chest and put his hands on
my waist. Strike 2. He makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in
any room that I step into.

Me: utsho Tiyeka?

-you say so?

Luphelo: hay jonga uyaba nqunqa baby. Oko ndiku jongile phana qhonda
hay rha uMama womntanam wenza kakhulu.

-no look you’re dicing them. I’ve been looking at you all along and thought
damn my baby mama is doing the most.

Me: haike Tatakhe nawe uyaba nqunqa o “Njayam”. I’m proud to be the
Finisher’s wife.

Luphelo: the Finisher loves you.

Me: and I love him.

I said before our smiles turned into deep kisses. I pulled away, locked his
car for him and then I took his hand and pulled him into the house with me.
We needed to be alone. It was no longer a want… It was a need. We
walked into our house and I left him to lock up behind us whilst I went to put
on music in the bedroom. I didn’t want sex… Okay I want it but it wasn’t a
priority. What I wanted now was to be close to him and just feel him to
confirm that his presence isn’t a dream. I wanted to confirm that he isn’t just
an illusion because a man so perfect can’t be real. I feel highly favored to
be blessed with such a man and to be part of such a love.

I played Alicia Keys’s “Unthinkable” and he came to meet me on the bed

where I was comfortably relaxing in his vest. He knew exactly what to do so
he held me as we lay in each other’s arms, on our sides. Eyes contacting.
Lips smiling. Souls rejoicing. Qamata uyasebenza. Qamata uyadala.
Uthando olunje luthwani Kodwa? Wenza njani xawu thanda omnye omntu
ngolu hlobo? Qamata ndiyaku bona ukuba awundi libelanga. Ndikubona
ngale mpilo undi Nike yona. Ndiku bona ngolu Thando undi fake kulo.
Kalok Qamata Uyayazi azange ndabananto. Izolo ndandi khalela uku
ngafunwa ngu Tata, namhlanje ndi khalela ukuthandwa ngu Tata
womntanam.

The tears fell down my eyes and he caught them by kissing both of my
cheeks. Killing the tears and then he wiped the trail.

Luphelo: ndicela Ungaze undi shiye.

-please don’t ever leave me.

Me: andi phambenanga Jama.

-I’m not crazy.

He sniffed as he looked down. I don’t know why we were being this

emotional tonight. Maybe it’s because we truly missed one another and had
a rough start but it didn’t take long for uLumi no Phelo to get back to where
they were. We can go through all trials in this thing called love but I
guarantee we will never lose the spark. He kissed me and from there, we
couldn’t hold back on anything. So we kissed until those kisses turned into
us making love. There’s a difference. Sex and making love are not the
same thing. Making love is a practice to tie souls together and it makes it
easier to make eye contact. It’s never awkward. It’s never creepy. In fact,
more often than not, it’s the defining factor. We made love until the morning
and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up in the morning and then kissed my husband whilst he slept. I was
still a bit sleepy but I needed to check up on uKumkani so I checked my
airtime balance. I was out of airtime so I took my husband’s phone

From the charger. He was sleeping with his hands under his pillow and
usually uLuphelo sleeps with his hands on his sides. His phone has a
fingerprint lock security so I scoffed because in the past I used to be able to
unlock his phone using his finger whilst he was sleeping and he never had
an issue with that. Maybe it’s me and the fact that I’ve been away for a long
time to notice a change in his sleeping position or kanye uLuphelo really
has something to hide. Ngoba there is no man in this world that is more
calculated quite like the Virgo man.

I put his phone down and then decided to buy airtime through my banking
app and then called uMa.
Ma: Majama?

Me: hey Ma unjani?

Ma: ndi right sisi wena?

Me: I’m good Ma. Livukile intshontsho lam?

-is my puppy up?

Ma: ewe akasatyi mahn yho. Senior usandom faka ku Gumtree ufuna
umthengisa.

-yes he’s eating so much. Senior just put him on Gumtree he wants to sell
him.

Me: hayin lo Tamkhulu. Hay hay ndiyeza before afumane I buyer

mntakabawo for I King yam.

-I’m coming before he finds a buyer for my king.

She laughed.

Ma: okay Majama.

Me: sure Ma.

I said before she hung up. Luphelo woke up now and then stroked my inner
thigh with his hand.

Luphelo: hey.

Me: hi. I’m going to fetch uKumkani keh ngoku.

Luphelo: okay. Masovasa keh.

-let’s go take a bath then.

Me: okay.
I said as I got up from the bed and walked to the en suite.

Luphelo: rha u fit Mabhebheza iyhuuuu.

-damn you’re fit.

He said as he paid respects to my new thicker body and I couldn’t be

happier to see that my efforts were paying off in his eyes.

°° Lelethu’s perspective °°

I made breakfast for my husband and I and then I served it for him whilst
we sat around the dining room table. Our son was also there with us.

Me: Kungawo uvasile izandla baby?

-did you wash your hands?

He nodded so I kissed his forehead and then started eating.

Reid: sunxama boy ozoko miwa kalok.

-don’t rush boy you’re going to choke.

Kungawo: okay Daddy.

I smiled.

Reid: enkosi baby.

Me: you’re welcome.

I said as I took a bite of my breakfast. I thought about yesterday and just

had to get a couple of questions off my chest.
Me: Reid… La girl uZiyanda from yesterday. She was all up on uFinisher
no Ncumo and I don’t like that.

Reid cleared his throat and coughed. He must have swallowed prematurely
and now couldn’t breathe.

Me: baby are you okay?

Kungawo: baby ayu okay?

Me: hey Kungawo suthetha yonkinto.

-don’t say everything.

Kungawo: okay baby.

I giggled internally.

Me: Reid?

Reid: no mahn uZiyanda ebekula party ka Athi so beke wancokola kancinci

no Finisher so inoba ubambeke kula talk yakhe kalok yamazi uya
bambekisa lamntu so. The ladies are attracted to him I suppose.

-no man Ziyanda was at Athi’s party so she had spoken a bit to Finisher so
maybe she’s hung up on his conversation you know that person gets
people hung up.

Me: but I noticed her following uHlalumi. Why? That’s side chick behavior
Reid.

Reid: hay fondin do you think we would let you ladies be around I side
chick ka Finisher? Umbonile bepholile kanjani Mos uLuphelo.

-you saw how chilled Luphelo was.

Me: that’s literally how he is everyday Reid.

Reid: not when it comes to uHlalumi Kodwa Lethu. Uyayazi that’s when he
loses his chill.

I exhaled.

Me: Reid yazi Yinton… It’s been 4 long ass months and honestly I’m
scared that you two might be up to something. I’m not gonna tell uHlalumi
about this because… She’s young, she’s in love and it would tear her apart
to even imagine her man being with someone else-

Reid: he’s not cheating on her Lelethu!

Me: let me finish. I’m not saying ukba he’s cheating. I’m just bothered by
uZiyanda shame… I don’t like her. Uyaphapha and ukxelela inyani Reid…
If it turns out that you and u “Njayam” have been up to something…
Kuzonyeka shame. I’m done understanding crap. Wena kuzo phela
usoloko uncumile when I punch your teeth in and yena uFinisher lo kuzo
phela I Thuso Phala when we break his limbs no Hlalumi. Nizonya and this
isn’t a threat it’s a promise. So please tell him that as well.

Reid: awuse sexy Mahn xawunomsindo.

-you’re so sexy when you’re angry.

He said and as much as I tried to resist, my weak ass smiled.

Insert 153 (Continuation): Noranse Xesi

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

I was at home with my family in the living room with my wife, son, parents,
siblings no Sihle was present. And then my phone rang. It was uReid.

Me: baby ndisayo phendula uReid vha?

-I’m going to answer Reid.

Timer: yaxoka yi booty call.

-he’s lying it’s a booty call.

My wife knows me. And the natural thing would be for me to trip when
someone is exposing me so I played it off like I would have if I was still the
man I used to be. So I laughed when the family did on my way to my
bedroom in the house to pick Reid’s call up.

Me: yeah?

Reid: you won’t believe what happened during breakfast today.

Me: utye I loaf yonke wedwa?

-you ate the entire loaf alone?

Reid: Subay kaka Finisher fethu. I think uLelethu is onto us.

My heart stopped.

Me: what do you mean?

Reid: she noticed ukba la bitch yakho was too forward elwandle and was
following no Hlalumi around. She’s not certain Kodwa ke la mnqundu ka
Ziyanda is fucking shit up for us Njayam. We need to get that bitch in
check.

I exhaled.

Me: ndizo thetha naye.

-I will talk to her.

Reid: please. Cos if you get caught, I get caught bruh. And my wife is tired
of my shit. I have exhausted all of my second chances mna.

Me: Andiy qhelanga le feeling mna Reid. Like ngoku ngaske ndilale nge
gloves ngoba kalok I used to let her unlock my phone with my finger xandi
lele. Now I have to sleep with my hands underneath my pillow. Khacinge
how complicated that shit is.

-I’m not used to this feeling. Like now I wish I could sleep with gloves.

He laughed on the other end of the line.

Reid: ufuna ulala nge gloves Njayam? Hay faka izandla emphothweni
uphole.

-you want to sleep with gloves? No put your hands in your pocket and
relax.

Me: ha.a nzazfaka kuye epentini ngoku akho way.

-no I’m going to put them in her panties there’s no other way.

He hyped the suggestion but our conversation ended in us reflecting on

how wrong what we did was, in not many words because we didn’t want to
take up too much of one another’s time or we would be on the phone
forever if we had to really go into it. Once we were done talking, I went
back to the living room and sat next to my wife.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

After getting uKumkani from his grandparents, we went to my car. We were

in my Mercedes this time and I was the one driving meaning I also was in
charge of the music. So I played Boity and Nasty C’s “Wuz Dat” and made
a live Instagram video about it from the second verse.

Me: Jump in a Mustang zooming

Don’t give a fuck about a rumour

You talking money let’s do it

Now tell them the way that I flew in

You selling your soul for some Louis?

And half of your crew is some rats

Been on your ass and you know it

I’m talking and talking it’s fluent

I’m all for the action I’m in the mix

Turning foreigners to citizens

Cause in my garage is an immigrant

Boujie cars on the internet

Big body whip lil bitty bitch

No kids I’m the shit

Broke niggas make me itch

And I’m quick to tell a dog nigga ‘sit!

I thought Luphelo would not want to play along but I should have known
better than to think the Finisher would pass up on an opportunity to flex so
he took Nasty C’s verse.

Luphelo: That is a virgin set of car keys (Pulls out Porsche, Mustang and
BMW car keys) With a suburban lil barbie

With a new purse that’s Feragamie

Oops I meant Ferragamo

Hold up, activate God mode

Hold up, never had a barcode

Hold up, never broke guy code

Ey, story of my life bro

Came up out the sty hoe

They were smoking light bulbs

Fendi with a D bitch

That is not a typo

I’m not your life goals (hay bawo)

I go through a lot bro

Peers turn to pythons

That is just how the dice rolls

Yeah

Fuck that what’s that

That’s cash

I be damned if I don’t go and chase it

You would really have to make love to my mom to replace me Gimme that
beat

Jump on these hoes be racing

Waiting on me to fall

Oh then you gotta be patient.

I ended that live video all whilst dying over that “hay bawo”. That was really
fun Kodwa and I enjoy these little moments with him that are going to keep
me going when I’m back in Massachusetts.

Me: what did you and uReid talk about?

Luphelo: he wants to talk to me in person ngoku so when we get home I’m

gonna quickly leave and then come back within an hour.

Me: Mharu that’s so unfair Kodwa. You and Reid have been together all
along-

Luphelo: Majama Reid has underlying issues that he’s been opening to Dr
Finisher about kle 4 months yabo? And he was pissed off because of
uTatakhe so he wants to vent.

I exhaled.
Me: I’m gonna cook dinner ke Luphelo. Zubuye before ndiphake.

-come back before I dish up.

Luphelo: moja.

I bit my lip because I didn’t like this but at the same time, Luphelo and
Reid’s friendship grew way closer because of my decisions so I couldn’t be
unfair and want to disrupt the alliance formed as a coping mechanism for
my absence.

We listened to music on our way back to the house so he took the VW

Tiguan and then left in it while uKumkani and I went into the house.

°° Ziyanda’s perspective °°

I heard a buzz on my gates intercom. I answered.

Me: hello?

LJ: phuma.

-come out.

Me: suku fosta Luphelo.

-don’t be forceful.

LJ: khaphume wethu.

-just get out bruh.

I giggled internally. He’s so nonchalant. You can give him a choice to
retract his statement but instead he will just give it more intensity. I like that
about him. I was in my towel since I had just

taken a shower so I walked out to his car in it and then climbed into the
passenger seat. His cologne.

Me: Molo LJ.

He gave me that sexy stare of his when he is lowkey mad. I have observed
that Luphelo doesn’t greet. He always gets straight to his point.

LJ: benditheni kuwe?

-what did I say to you?

Me: about?

LJ: my wife Ziyanda. What the fuck was yesterday about? Uyayazi ukuba
my wifes best friend is literally suspecting ukba something is going on
between us from nje one night?

I exhaled.

Me: LJ the only mistake I made mna was trying to talk to you when you
went to urinate. And then I tried to fix things by talking to your wife but she
ignored me.

LJ: bufuna athini? Ziyanda mamela… I don’t like arguments uyevah? I’m a
really nice guy qha don’t cause shit for me and my marriage. Ndawuk
qhekeza unye mna vah? Bulala unye mna emfazini wam vah? Faka unye
kwi oven ndiku bhake unye ube mnyama mna gqhiba ndiku xele kwa Home
Affairs ndithi ungowase Sudan u deport’we unye.

-I will tear you apart. I will fucking kill you over my wife. I will put you in an
oven then bake you until you’re dark and then report you at Home Affairs
and say you’re from Sudan so you can be deported.
He said that with a change in accent which made everything he said funny.
The message was clear though. I shouldn’t interfere with his marriage. I
giggled and smiled as he looked at his Rolex.

LJ: funeka ndi hambe mna ngoku.

-I have to leave now.

Me: hay just 5 more minutes.

LJ: nope.

I sulked

Me: I saw your YBA video keh. I would like us to consider going into
business because I have been wanting to explore the construction industry.

LJ: it’s not gonna work Kodwa Ziyanda. Ngoba my wife is also part of my
company and I don’t want to risk my marriage for business. I’m sorry.

I sulked but then put on his music and his Gqom Playlist was playing.

LJ: wenzani?

-what are you doing?

Me: I’m just playing music khaphole. Khandi fundise I Thuso Phala.

-teach me the Thuso Phala.

LJ: Thuso Phala iphuma ne Rolex. Ndaya pha kula venkile ye Rolex
watches ndi qinile nday thenga and then I put the watch on. Haike after
lonto.

He did a weaker but hella sexy version of it using just his arms and I
laughed ngoba he’s such a liar. He’s probably been able to dance all his
life.

Me: uyaxoka Luphelo!! Yhu Xhosa men!!

-you’re lying.

LJ: qondile.

He said as he looked at his watch.

LJ: I have to leave nyan nyan ngoku bruh.

Me: 5 more minutes please?

LJ: I can’t serious nangoku I’m gonna have to call uReid cos ndithe ndiya
kuye.

Me: Oh.

LJ: bye bye.

The way he said

His goodbye was according to me, lowkey hinting for a kiss so I gave it to
him. I kissed his soft lips and then opened the door.

Me: Good night.

LJ: good night.

He said as I closed the door and then he took his phone out, called Reid
and then drove home.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I was cooking in the kitchen whilst uKumie walked around in his walking
ring in the kitchen. Sumqhela uKumkani his walking ring is shaped like a
Mercedes Benz fondin. And someone must have told him and somehow he
found understanding ngoba he keeps traveling so fast ngayo like it’s a car.
He will walk in no time lona and I’m so excited for that.

I was cooking in my husband’s underwear and a crop top and a doek. I

looked sexy shame with my new body and all that. My ass was fatter,
thighs thicker, hips fuller and waist smaller now. It has taken me forever to
get to this point. Almost a year. But I’m here because I worked hard on it.

Luphelo finally came home so I went to meet him at the door whilst carrying
uKumkani on my hip.

Luphelo: am I late?

Me: no. I just really missed you qha.

I said whilst biting the corner of my mouth.

Luphelo: xolo kalok Sthandwa sam. Ugqhibile upheka?

-are you done cooking?

Me: almost.

Luphelo: okay ndizayo tshintsha.

-I’m gonna change.

Me: okay.

He went upstairs and I watched him. Luphelo was different. Something was
not right and it’s the worst pain to watch the man that you love switching up
right in front of your eyes. I miss the days when he used to hit the Thuso
Phala when he comes home. I miss the days when he would walk into the
kitchen talking at the top of his lungs to express his excitement to be home.
I miss the smile he used to wear when he sees uKumkani and I. Yes, he’s
happy to have me around but something has changed this time around.
Maybe I shouldn’t have surprised him. Maybe I shouldn’t have confronted
him at the beach izolo. Maybe I shouldn’t have left home for the USA.
It is the worst feeling to have to cook whilst trying to wipe the tears that are
falling from your eyes. I didn’t know what explanation I was going to give
him if he asks me why I’m crying because Luphelo has a fucking smart,
cum laude mouth that I don’t want to challenge ngoba he’s going to find a
smart way to get out of any corner I might put him in with my questions.

What questions you ask? uMajama doesn’t know due to insufficient

evidence to prove anything.

I don’t even know what I want to prove.

I exhaled as I dished up for him whilst uKumkani was secured firmly on my

hip. He kept wanting to grab the spoon from me so I had to give him the 2
fingers which barely made him cry. But when he saw his Daddy yho. ♀ He
cried up a storm and I had never been more confused. Rha uKumkani is on
Mthunzi’s level of being deceiving shame. My husband took his son and
tried to calm him down as I poured his Remy Martin dashed in Coca Cola. I
then put his food and drink on a tray and took it him.

Luphelo: enkosi Majama.

He took his tray and I waited for the part where he kisses me for my
endeavors to give him a home cooked meal. Nothing. I took my L and then
went to get my own food and sat down on the couch next to him and
uKumkani who kept looking at me with a pouted lip everytime his Daddy
would feed him. Heh uKumkani was really bragging that yena no Luphelo
were doing better than my marriage was currently. We watched TV in
silence which was killing me with each passing second. So I exploded.

Me: Luphelo what the hell is going on with you?! Like I’m trying to damn
hard to sweep this feeling I have ukba something is wrong with umnyeni
wam but I just can’t. When have we ever watched TV sithule?

Luphelo: hehake baby kumnandi oku kutya bendizo thetha nawe after I’m
done eating.

Me: Luphelo you’re lying. When you eat nice food… You can’t stop talking.
You think I don’t know you?

He exhaled and dead ass didn’t reply.

Me: please sleep in a different room tonight.

Luphelo: moja.

He said with an irritated facial expression so I got up and then went to put
my food in the microwave. I returned to the living room to fetch uKumkani
and then stormed upstairs to my bedroom where I locked the door. I just
needed to be alone. Or so I thought I did. It is the most painful thing in the
world to not be sure whether you want your man to try harder or to leave
you the fuck alone.

I put uKumkani down whilst crying my eyes out silently because I was
afraid I was going to lose my husband over my ambitions. I really wish I
hadn’t left ngoba none of this shit would be happening right now. My
husband would still be all about me and I wouldn’t be crying so much. Once
I was done crying, I went to wash my face and then went to curl myself in
our bed. I slept on his pillow just so that I could smell him.. I over thought
until the anger subsided and I was

ready to forgive him so I got up from the bed and then I opened the door
but found him standing behind it. I was on my way to him and he was on
his way to me.

Me: Luphelo-

Luphelo: baby ndicela siyeke ukulwa. Ndicela silale kunye and have the
peace we had yesterday. I don’t know why you’re treating me like this over
me not talking during dinner. Hlalumi I just came from uReid and we talked
about deep things that made me wonder if I gave him the right advice. But
I’m sorry for hurting your feelings Mamekhaya your happiness comes first
kum at all times..

I sniffed.

Me: I’m sorry I overreacted Mharu. I’m just… I’m sorry.

Luphelo: okay. Ndinga ngena?

-may I come in?

He asked as I extended the doorway for him and then closed the door
behind him.

Insert 154: Zizipho Othandwayo Titi

“ sometimes I catch myself staring at you cos I am trying to understand who

told god that those lips, eyes, ears and eyebrows would go along with that
nose? It’s such a perfect combination. You’re so perfect. I am in love with
all of your features. I am in love with every tooth responsible for your smile.
Every bone responsible for your body. Jama life without you is just an
arbitrary repetition of unfair sequences on unfair sequences. You’re the
best husband I could ask for. I
know not every moment in our marriage is perfect but to doubt that you
love me would be like doubting that my mother suffered whilst giving birth
to me”. – hlalumi to luphelo

He charged his cellphone on his side of the bed whilst I climbed on my side
of the bed. Irregardless of how the atmosphere between us is, I am always
happy to be with him. The excitement never ceases. So I waited as he took
his t-shirt and pyjama pants off and threw them on the chair in the corner of
our bedroom. He exposed his well built silhouette. My pussy watered. I
mean there’s nothing in the world sexier than a man with a lean structure,
rock hard abs and a respectable bulge just below his belly button.

Me: buzolala nge pyjama keh Yinton ikhululisa ngoku?

-you were going to sleep in your pyjama so why are you undressing now?

He smiled.

Luphelo: suzenza ingathi awufuni umbona lomzimba Hlalumi.

-don’t act like you don’t want to see this body.

Me: I don’t njena.

Luphelo: since you think you’re the only one who knows people around
here. I know ukba when my body is doing the most apha kuwe you always
bring your knees close to your chest like you’re protecting your pussy.
Nzokutya either way baby.

-I’m going to fuck you either way.

He said that with so much chill that I had chest pains. ♀ I swallowed hard
whilst trying my hardest to act unbothered.

Me: okay Tiyeka.

I said as he sprayed a bit of cologne on his neck and then climbed into bed
next to me. He had probably been doing this for years but I didn’t notice but
I thought it’s genius how Luphelo puts on a bit of cologne before he goes to
bed. My nights are always amazing due to the fact that when my eyes are
closed, his amazing scent comforts me and makes me feel like he’s close if
during the night we drift out of our sleeping position.

Me: Mharu?

Luphelo: hm?

Me: ndi cela undi ncamise.

-please kiss me.

He removed my natural hair from my face and then he kissed me with his
hand on my cheek. That kiss was really passionate. I don’t think I will ever
get that sort of passion elsewhere. I took my hands down to his waist and
then pulled his underwear down and he assisted me with his free hand.
Once it was off, I went down on him and then sucked his penis.

Luphelo: baby awuy funi 7 figures?

-don’t you want 7 figures?

Me: nzozenzela.

-I’ll make it myself.

I said as I killed his dick and that’s why he was so generous.

Luphelo: baby… Fuck… Okay nzaknika I Mustang keh baby.

Me: nzazi thengela.

-I’ll buy it myself.

He moaned as I kept sucking but pulled it out of my mouth when it was time
for him to cum. I gave him a handjob when he was Cumming and he really
enjoyed that. I then went to take a towel to wipe LJ’s kids from the sheets
and then I kissed him before going to discard them. My phone rang so I
answered the call. It was Tyrese.

Me: hey.

Tyrese: hey Smiles. I went to Hampshire yesterday and I was told you left.

Me: yeah I’m at home now with my family.

Tyrese: okay. Kiss your kid for me and tell your husband I say waddup.

Me: Jama uyabulisa u Tyrese.

-Tyrese says hi.

Luphelo: iza ndithi hi.

-come let me say hi.

I gave him the phone but he took it and then hung up before giving it back
to me. My mouth hung open. What the fuck?

Me: Xabektheni?

Luphelo: Sektheni uzo founelwa ebusuku ngoku Ncumo?

-why are you going to be called at night now?

Me: Luphelo since when don’t you understand the concept of time zones?
He forgot.

Luphelo: kutheni ndi qhala mna ngokuva ngo Tyrese nje Hlalumi?
-why am I only hearing about Tyrese now?

Me: because we just became friends at work Luphelo. What happened to

you bruh? You used to be so dope hay ngoku. You’re fucked up.

Luphelo: maybe that was the problem. Being too dope because that made
you not give a fuck about how I feel. Do you know how many sleepless
nights I had without you? Do you know how much I cried when I recalled
my abuse and you weren’t there to hold me? I’m not saying ukba you
shouldn’t have went to Harvard or that I’m your responsibility but I’m angry
ngoba you never gave me a choice Hlalumi. You never asked me to go to
Harvard. You went to Harvard and now xawu buya you wanna come back
and find the same old Luphelo? You created le ndoda uyi bonayo ngoku so
deal with him hlambi that will teach you to be more considerate. I can’t be
perfect all the time it’s exhausting even when you really love your wife.

He said before he went back to bed and then covered himself with the
blanket. I stood there, crying silent tears because I should have known that
my pushing was eventually going to push uLuphelo away. I never realised
that my ambitions were lowkey making me abusive. Abuse is so defined
that sometimes abantu will think that if they aren’t beating, raping or yelling
unkind words to someone that they aren’t abusive but you can actually be
really abusive towards someone just by forcing them to do things that you
want all the time.

Me: I’m really sorry.

I said emotionally. He didn’t reply and I didn’t even know if I should go to

sleep next to him or I should leave. I was just so confused and in my
confusion I tried to leave.

Luphelo: izolala wena!

-come and sleep.

He said in a deep voice to act like he was in control but he wasn’t. He just
really loves me and I knew this was hurting him too but he was just tired of
this long distance relationship we were in.

I climbed into bed with him and then wrapped my arms around his waist.
Me: I love you so fucking much. Bhabhe uyazi Mharu. Yho I love you. I
remember when I saw you for the first time… My soul knew ukba we’re
gonna be more than just… Mutual parts of Sihle’s life I knew just by the
way you looked at me ukba this is it. I don’t mean to push and I will never
push again. 4 more months baby and your wife will be back vah sthandwa
sam?

He nodded then kissed my hand.

Luphelo: ndiyakthanda.

Me: uthandwa ndim.

I said as I kissed his back and then we just talked all night long about mind
stimulating topics and I was just in love with how intelligent he is. hay jonga
smart men are life yho.

It was Lelethu and I’s last day in South Africa so I was really sad that we
had to leave. Coming home was always lit but this visit has been the worst
of them all. It was hell but I’m glad that Luphelo and I had some sort of
understanding from all of this and he was able to get his true feelings off his
chest. I love him so much for the fact that he never allows us to go to bed
angry at one another irregardless of how he’s feeling. That showed me he
still cares about our marriage and that’s all that I needed.

I wanted to make breakfast for us in the morning but Luphelo had other
ideas: obviously sex. So as soon as I was up, uTaka Kumkani initiated sex
from me and he got it. We had so much sex that my pussy creamed. I
came after every single round and jonga that kind of sex was fulfilling. He
ate my pussy when he was done fucking it.

His phone rang as he was in the en suite

Me: Mharu! Phone yakho!

Luphelo: phendula I phone yomyeni wakho umbuze lomntu ufuna nton

endodeni yakho.

-answer your husband’s phone and ask that person what they want from
your man.

Me: eshe.

I said with the biggest smile on my face as I picked up.

Me: LJ’s phone hello.

Joe: hey Mamu Finisher. Iphi lawei yakho?

-where’s that thing of yours.

Me: uyaxukuxa. Can I take a message?

-he’s brushing his teeth.

Joe: yeah you’re invited to a brunch hosted by myself eRadison. It’s gonna
take place ngo 12.

Me: okay sure.

Joe: jonga please don’t tell la way yakho uyamazi uyakhaba but please
don’t wear anything tight. Uyandi bulala.

Me: FINISHER!! IZOVA BABY!!

Joe laughed over the phone and said Ndiyi kaka before hanging up. I
laughed too as Luphelo came into the bedroom.

Luphelo: huzet baby?

Me: Joe says I’m sexy.

He tensed his eyebrows and scoffed.

Luphelo: oJoe ndiyaba bona abana ndlela yothetha.

-I can see Joe doesn’t have a way of speaking.

He said as he wrapped his arms around me. I love how territorial he is with
me.

Me: mfake ibhanti Jama.

Luphelo: qondile. Yi plan leyo.

He said seductively before kissing me and then we hugged. I am so in love

with him it’s not even funny. We then went to take a bath no Kumkani
before uMa called me and told me uSenior wants to have a little ritual going
on for me at the house to ask the ancestors to look after me eBoston so
after the brunch we need to go to New Brighton.

I had to pack amadaki am in the car so I could change after the brunch. But
for the brunch itself I wore a white shirt dress with a figure belt and then I
wore purple suede red bottoms. I completed the look by draping my pink
leather jacket over my shoulders and I looked so girly. I love being a
woman. I love being feminine and being able to get what I want from my
husband just by snapping my fingers.

I carried uKumkani myself whom we first dropped off kwa Jama since we
couldn’t go with babies to the brunch. I called uLelethu and naye she was
coming so I was really excited about that.

We arrived eRaddison and my husband opened my door for me and

walked behind me.
Me: baby walk next to me so we can hold hands.

Luphelo: Phambene uyi bonile ingakanani le ndutsu yakho? Ndi right apha
emva Mabhebheza.

-are you crazy did you see how big your ass is? I’m good here at the back.

I laughed as I walked in and my bodyguard took several pictures of my ass

so I bounced it for him just a bit more to turn him on and he spanked it. We
walked up to the private room that was rented just for our brunch and then
we greeted all the familiar faces that were there. That lady from the beach
was also there and I was neither annoyed nor overjoyed by her presence I
was literally unbothered as I sat next to uLelethu. She greeted my husband
though and their conversation was so simple I didn’t think much of it.

Ziyanda: hey LJ.

Luphelo: ugrand?

Ziyanda: ndi grand wena?

Luphelo: ndi grand. Ngathi kanti uno Tupperware apha.

-I hope it doesn’t turn out that you have Tupperware here.

She laughed.

Ziyanda: hay Finisher I don’t do that it’s more of your thing.

Athi: no yinto ka Reid leyo yophatha uTupperware.

Lelethu: nangoku umphethe so Yinton problem yenu?

She rushed to her man’s defense and they laughed before she paid
attention to me.

Me: hey mntase.

Lelethu: hey baby.

We kissed as our husbands fist bumped.

Athi: Reid no Finisher Nani phuzanani fondin jonga abafazi benu benzani.

-kiss each other too look at what your wives are doing.

Reid and Luphelo laughed at the joke. Our menu’s arrived so we all
ordered what we wanted and then the orders were sent through.

In the meantime we just had a very informative session whilst we were all
discussing possible business moves.

Yanga: mna I just wish I could hire uHlalumi to be my advisor when she’s
back. . It doesn’t have to be full time and besides it won’t conflict much with
I business interests zka LJ ngoba kalok we aren’t in the same industry.

Reid: ayise tshintshe injayam.

They laughed and Luphelo didn’t even notice that he was wearing his
emotions on his sleeve so he laughed it off as I affectionately held his hand
and looked at him just to show him that I wanted to take his feelings into
consideration.

Me: sizo ncokola buya kwam vah?

-we will talk when I come back.

Yanga: moja Lumi.

He said as I took a sip of my juice.

°° Ziyanda’s perspective °°
Halfway through our brunch I went to the bathroom where I found uHlalumi
applying her make up in front of the mirror. I looked at her nails, her outfit,
body, her confidence and I envied that. I’m dating her husband but I’m still
the one who is going crazy meanwhile yena she’s chilling.

Applying her make up like a Queen. She looked at me from the mirror and
then closed her eye shadow pallete.

Hlalumi: do you want to use the mirror?

It was evident from the way she spoke ukba she’s well read.

Me: yes. But gqhiba. I don’t want you to rush ngenxa yam.

Hlalumi: okay enkosi.

Me: Hlalumi how old are you?

She laughed for a second.

Hlalumi: I’m almost 23. Why?

Me: your vibe is matured for your age. The way you ignored me at the
beach instead of maybe attacking or going on a full rant on me is not
common for people your age.

Hlalumi: I actually owe you an apology for lonto. I’m just used to so many
thots trying their luck with my husband and I’m just sick of lonto leyo but I
will never beat someone up for dating him. Ngoba that’s illegal and I have
too much going for me for ukba ndibe ndilwela indoda that’s over 25
meaning his brain is fully developed for making decisions. uMamam tried
her best to send me to the best schools and through varsity so I can get a
job and I won’t hurt uMamam by making myself unemployable due to
having a criminal record ngolwela indoda. So yeah… And ke one thing I
know is I side chick ka Luphelo won’t get anything from him phandle koba
atyiwe anye qha ngu Jama because him leaving me on his own will never
happen. It will be my decision to forgive or not to.
She said as she closed her smaller mirror and then turned around to face
me. I was speechless. This lady has a different kind of chill. She is so
confident and internally content that although she loves her husband, she
won’t end up in an asylum if he leaves her. Hell, she might even fuck up
and take a Vacation to ease the pain otherwise her chill. Her grace. Hay
jonga now I understand why her husband is so overprotective of his
marriage. I understand why he’s only cheating because she’s away and
nothing more.

Me: I hear you.

She nodded once before taking her handbag and then walked to the door.
Her sweet perfume followed her.

Me: Hlalumi? Do you have Instagram?

Hlalumi: yeah. Search Ncumolwethu Jama and you’ll find me.

Me: okay.

She gave me a matte pink nailed thumbs up before walking out. There are
really some women in life that are so lit that you can fuck their men and still
have respect for them due to how they treat themselves.

Insert 154 (Continuation) : Khomotso Motso Tekane

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I went back to everyone and took my seat next to my husband who

succinctly studied my facial expression.

Me: Yinton Mharu?

-what.

Luphelo: ndi jonge imali yam.

-I’m looking at my money.

I giggled.

Me: oh bawo lento ye Lobola.

-this thing with the Lobola.

He smiled and then kissed my lips. I really like it when he does that in front
of people. I was never a fan of PDA but he’s got a clean way of doing it
that’s more romantic than it is eye rolling. And besides apha we’re all adults
so no one is ever surprised when such things happen.

Ziyanda finally came back from the bathroom and then she took her seat
and the vibe was better now that there was no awkward vibes between her
and I. Not that I really cared but I just don’t like having tension with
someone. I like to get along with everyone.

Joe: hay Kodwa madoda masiyeke I business and just be a boy band.

-let’s leave business.

They giggled.
Athi: Kakade acuse. Reid would be our song writer, Finisher is on
instruments, lead singer ndim and uJoe is on back up.

Joe: last time I checked the lead singer role went to the most handsome in
the group.

We laughed waqhumba uAthi.

Luphelo: umhle lomntu uqhumbileyo?

-is this person that’s mad handsome?

Joe: tu njayam.

Luphelo: asizom cenga keh.

-we won’t plead with him then.

We laughed at how caba if umbi you don’t deserve an apology.

Reid: nyanisile uJoe fondin. Lead singer funeke ibene 6 pack.

Pam: hay hay not always. My husband has the best vocals apha.

Lelethu: yaxoka Pam! Reid is.

Beigh: nobabini niyaxoka shame.

-both of you are lying.

Pam: Hlalumi why aren’t you saying anything?

Me: you can’t defend greatness babes.

Haike they hyped me and it was so funny. Luphelo sat there as cool as a
muthafucker, smirk on steroids before the men declared a “high note”
challenge. They all sang on their highest notes and jonga their vocals are
so amazing that no one paid attention to the winner anymore. We were just
in love with the talent we witnessed. Joe sang Usher’s climax. Athi sang
Trey Songz’s Smartphones. Luphelo sang Maxwell’s “This woman’s work”
and uReid yena sang a male rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I will always
love you”. My afternoon was just wonderfully spent shame.

Once the brunch was over, everyone said their goodbyes and then we all
went to the parking bay. Luphelo’s squad has dope cars. Yanga has an
Audi RS7, Reid has a Porsche Panamera, Joe has a BMW M5 and yena
uAthi is driving around in a Mercedes Benz E63. I’m in love with how
bossed up these men are bruh its really a turn on. Qha ngo Njandin yere.

We all climbed into our cars and the wives bossed their husband’s for the
keys because we all wanted to drive so bathi bona they are gonna take
selfies nabo kwi passenger seat like we do. Once we departed, everyone
went their separate ways but uReid no Lelethu promised they would come
through to New Brighton for my little ritual.

So Luphelo and I arrived at his home and then I went to our bedroom to
change into my clothes and uSihle came in.

Sihle: so you’re leaving and you haven’t even spent time with me.

Me: I’m leaving ngomso nje mntase.

Sihle: still Hlalumi… You know I deserve a bit more than that.

Me: I’m sorry mntase. I will make sure I give you the attention you need
today.

She smiled.

Sihle: are you gonna be around for my graduation?

Me: yeah I promised I would babes.

Sihle: okay. Bulelani and I are back together ke.

Me: Oh… Nyani?

She nodded.

Sihle: am I stupid?

Me: no you’re not stupid mntase. You know him better and if you think this
time around he’s going to be a better man then by all means… Go for it
until wena you have had enough.

Sihle: yeah I think being away from his family for all this time has gotten
him back to his senses. Amadoda tend to think there’s no consequences to
treating us like shit cos they think we will always forgive them so he really
didn’t expect this.

Me: yeah. But mntase I am proud of how you handled this whole thing. I
love how you didn’t go out of your way to fuck someone else or whatever
as revenge. You handled it like a pro and I’m proud of you.

Ma and Mommy walked into the bedroom.

Ma: Majama nxiba kalok uyeke uthetha.

-get dressed and stop talking.

Me: ndawum shiya keh mnake Unyana wakho ukba uzondi shout’a.

-I’m going to leave your son if you shout at me.

She and Mommy burst out laughing.

Ma: Xolo kalok yhini na Majama. Pat ndinyamezele lento keh mnake kwi
ntombi yakho.

-Pat this is what I’m enduring from your daughter.

Mommy laughed as she came to hug me.

Mommy: uRight mntanam umkhumbuze you have options.

-and remind her you have options.

Me: azikho ezo gqhithe uPhelo kodwa.

-there aren’t any that are better than Phelo.

I said as I fixed up my clothing and Mommy literally smiles every time she
sees me in my traditional bridal clothes. Once I was done getting dressed, I
could finally go out to ebuhlanti.

Senior bought an entire goat for me just to ask his ancestors to protect me
e America. And there were members of the Jama family there that I don’t
see unless there’s a major ceremony so this was more serious than I
thought it would be. So they all gathered ebuhlanti and I had to kneel with
my head faced down which I hated but ke. ♀

Senior: Ma Qocwa, Tiyeka, Jojo, Zikhali, Mazembe, Butsolo Bentonga…

Nanku umfazi wenu uHlalumi ehleli phambkwenu. Siyayazi ukuba lena
intombi nge yase Macetheni Kodwa ke akaseyo ntombi ngoku. Ngumfazi
kwaye keh sine lungelo locela kuni bo Jama abalele ukuthula. Sithi sicela
nikhusele umfazi wenu ngoba le nzwakazi iyosi represent’a pha kwela cala.
Akafiki engu Ncumolwethu Sifora ufika engu Hlalumi Jama. Mna ke njengo
Tata zala wakhe ndifuna ukuqiniseka ukuba uya greda umntanam.
Ndiyamthanda. Ndifuna ukuqiniseka ukuba akhonto izokwenzeka kuye
ngoba siyayazi inga bulala umnyeni wakhe iphinde ibulale nathi. So
siyacela bo Jama… Asifuni ne earthquake esondela kowethu umolokazana
Mayi hlukuhle abanye oMolokazana not uHarvey wethu madoda.

-here is your wife Hlalumi sitting before you. We know that this girl is from
the amacethe clan but she’s no longer a girl now. She’s a wife and we have
a right to ask you Jama ancestors. We ask for you to protect your wife cos
this beautiful woman is going to represent us that side. She didn’t arrive as
Ncumolwethu Sifora. She arrived as Hlalumi Jama. I as her father in law
want to be sure that my child is going to graduate. I love her. I want to
make sure that nothing is going to happen to her because we know it would
kill her husband and also kill us. So please Jama’s. We don’t even want an
earthquake that comes close to our daughter in law. Let it shake other
daughters in law and not our Harvey.

Luyanda: aw Harvey madoda.

He hyped as we all laughed and then he stepped down so that my husband

could speak.

Cousin: nantso I cologne egqhobozela kwi after life.

-there is the cologne that breaks through to the after life.

They giggled ngoba they know uLuphelo doesn’t introduce himself to his
ancestors he always says they can smell him.

Luphelo: MaQocwa, ndim unyana wenu uLuphelo.

Family: yhu!

They were so shocked that he said it so respectfully. Kalok we expected to

hear “okay ndim I Finisher the award winner but Beninga khange
ningayazi”. He laughed.

Luphelo: Xandi cela izinto kuni ndi qhele udlala kodwa ke I think funeka ndi
khule ngok Ndiyeke udlala. Maqocwa ndicela ninike uMkam zonke
intsikelelo eniqhele ukundi Nika zona. Ndi fikele kwi zinga lokuthi
Sanukundi Hoya mna ndizazi bonela. Ndicela ni hoyeni yena. Kalok
uMajama akana budlelwane no sapho lwakhe ngoku kunzima ukuba ayo
thetha nama Cethe Kodwa keh lona umfazi kumele ayazi ukuba kuko
kwabo apha kwaye ayicinge ijike lonto ngoba asinoze sohlukane. Uvile
Hlalumi?

-when I ask things from you I usually play but I think I need to grow up and
stop playing. Maqocwa please give my wife all the blessings that you
usually give me. I got to a
Level where I’m saying don’t attend to me anymore I will fend for myself.
Please attend to her because she doesn’t have a good relationship with her
family so she can’t ask for things from amacethe but my wife has to know
that this is her family and that will never change because we will never
separate. You heard that Hlalumi?

He was so intense. I felt that.

Me: ndivile Luphelo.

-I heard.

I replied and the family felt that moment too before their son continued
speaking. Once he was done, everyone else went up to speak and to ask
for their own blessings from their ancestors but mna I was just really happy
that u Senior did this for me. I was especially happy that uLuphelo
emphasized the fact that he isn’t prepared to lose me. When you and your
husband have been encountering issues lately, it brings you comfort to
know that he will he damned if he loses you that you ignore the questions
that should be coming from that statement.

After the ceremony was done, we ate and bonded with our family and only
left at 17: 00 pm.

I was really excited to be going back home with my son and my man.
Those two really make life worth living. Kumkani was in my arms all excited
to be chilling with mommy so we played some

love songs on the way home whilst my husband drove. The weather was
becoming bad but jonga… The effect it had on the mood in the car was
amazing.
We arrived at home but no one was hungry so there wasn’t a need to cook
so we jumped straight to taking a bath as a family and then we chilled on
the floor with uKumkani while playing Lego’s with him.

Me: baby I don’t want uKumkani to grow mna. He’s building Lego’s now
hay hay.

He giggled.

Luphelo: Maka khule baby kuze azokwazi undi xelela ikaka when I’m
fucking up. Athi “uzoyeka uringa saa no Mfazi wakho uyevah? Hambo cela
uxolo ke”.

-he must grow up so he can be able to tell me shit. And say “you’re going to
stop talking to your wife carelessly. Go and apologize then”.

I smiled.

Me: would you allow him to say that?

Luphelo: I would. If it’s gonna make me get my shit together then ewe. Qha
what I won’t allow is a child thinking u Right when the child clearly isn’t.

Me: Kodwa Mharu you’re gonna make me become such a bad parent in
our children’s eyes ngoba you literally aren’t gonna discipline our kids.
You’re gonna make it my responsibility.

Luphelo: Kakade. When I notice them doing something wrong nzothatha

ngokuthi “eh Mamekhaya kha sondele. Ikhona into eku funeka uyi bonile
apha”.

-I’m just gonna say “eh mother of the house come closer. There’s
something that you have to see”.

I giggled as I observed my beautiful son building a tower. He’s so adorable

so I kissed him.

Me: you’re gonna make me the bad cop wethu.

Luphelo: buya kwakho I want another baby mna.

-when you come back.

Me: yhuuuuu hay Ngcolosi!!

Luphelo: Ndakcela. Kumie needs a friend.

Me: he’s got us baby and nawe u childish so you don’t mind playing with
him.

He laughed as he towered over me and then kissed me while his body was
in between my legs. He kept saying “uzondi Nika umntana” and I giggled
because I was trying to fight out of his hold but he just wouldn’t leave me
alone. Kumkani yena though what was happening was funny

so naye uBhabha he crawled over to me and then naye he tried to get his
own kisses from me but yena he got them immediately. He didn’t have to
fight. After that, we put aside all his toys and then we climbed into bed with
our little one and watched uPeppa Pig with him. Kumkani was on my chest
yawning up a storm whilst mommy affectionately held onto her little bundle
of happiness. He finally fell asleep so I kissed him but kept him on my
chest.

Me: baby ulele umntana wethu masi tshintshe I channel.

-baby our child is sleeping so let’s change the channel.

Luphelo: ndi bukele Kodwa apha sthandwa sam.

-I’m watching here my love.

Me: hamba Peppa Pig.

I said as I rolled my eyes and clapped twice.

.
.

Insert 155: Paru Ndlovukazi Yamabhele

Goodbyes are always the hardest. I was grateful for the fact that we didn’t
have to prolong the inevitable anymore because I had to leave early in the
morning since my flight was for 09: 00 am so I had to wake up at 06: 00 am
so I could be able to beat the early morning traffic and Luphelo’s emotions.

My husband woke up too when my alarm went off and then exhaled. I could
see it in his eyes that he really didn’t want me to go. I thought goodbyes
would get easier every single time for

him but they don’t. Luphelo literally cries like a baby everytime I am the one
leaving him. He is usually calmer when he’s leaving but when it’s me that’s
saying goodbye haike uJama.

Me: ha.a kalok Mqocwa don’t give me that look.

Luphelo: Eyiphi look?

-what look?

He asked me whilst giving me “that look”.

Me: ingathi uzokhala.

-it’s as if you’re gonna cry.

Luphelo: andizo khala.

-I’m not gonna cry.

He said as he got up and walked to the en suite to what? To wipe his tears.
I followed him and then wrapped my arms around him.

Me: your friends think you’re so invincible. Meanwhile you’re such a softie.

Luphelo: they also think you’re so caring abakwazi undi ghezela ngoku undi
bona ndiyakhala. So in conclusion they are bad judges of character.

-they don’t know that you tease me even when you see me crying.

I giggled.

Me: I’m not teasing you Mharu. I’m just trying to distract myself so that I
don’t cry ngoba wow… Leaving you fucking hurts! Jonga ngoku I’m crying.

I said as the tears fell from my eyes and my husband held me and then
Planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

Luphelo: go there and do your best. And also tell Tyrese I’m sorry I hung up
on him.

I looked up at him and smiled.

Me: wena? Apologizing to umntu ongamaziyo noba umhle na?

-that you don’t even know if he’s handsome.

He laughed.
Luphelo: ndawu jika ingqondo keh mnake.

-I will change my mind.

I giggled as I wiped my face and he sniffed.

Me: please don’t. I love you Phelo Jama. I love how you always come
around even when izinto hurt your feelings. Uyindoda Jama… A true
definition of what uTatekhaya is. I love how I can always rely and lean on
you. Look at me now… I’m going to Harvard Business School all because
my husband thought I was worthy of an award. I love you so much and I
won’t forget the opportunities you have given me. I will use my knowledge
to better your businesses as well like I always have and together we will
build one hell of an empire and be able to say “our great great
grandchildren are already rich”.

He put his hands on my ass and then kissed me..

Luphelo: ndiku thembile Ntikazi.

-I trust you.

He said before kissing me again. Time was not on our side so since I had
already packed my bags Izolo, I ran our bathwater and woke uKumkani up
so we could take a bath together. He goes to day care qha me being here
has made him absent since I missed my baby.

Kumkani farted in the water.

Me: oh Kumkani. ♀

He looked at me with his gangster facial expression that I love.

Luphelo: awsuzi wena O’lady? Awunyi?! Hay hay ungaklinge kum qhekeza
mna ufike Harvard ushorta ukba uzozphakamisa kle kaka ye buff.
-don’t you fart mommy? Don’t you shit? No don’t you dare I will tear you
apart and you will arrive at Harvard incomplete if you are going to elevate
yourself in this fucking bathtub.

I burst out laughing at Luphelo’s voice over of Kumkani’s facial expression.

Jonga it really looked like he was saying all of the things coming out of his
dad’s mouth.

Me: Phelo I would die laughing if he said that.

He smiled as I took my son and then kissed his face.

I got dressed in a black v-neck cotton sweater with a knee high denim skirt
and a black ankle boot. I wore my wig, brushed it and then I sprayed my
perfume on whilst my husband took my bags to the car. Once he was done,
we had to leave so he drove to the airport and we first passed by
McDonalds where we redeemed a meal through his McDonald’s app. Yena
no Reid have become so used to the bachelor life that they downloaded an
entire McDonald’s app so

through that app we managed to get 6 of those small cheese burgers you
get from Happy meals, 3 small coke zero’s with XL fries for R100.

Haike uLuphelo ate 5 and gave me 1 burger and half of the fries. Wathi
mna ndizotya I “equality” ndi lumele nge “women empowerment”. ♀

Luphelo: baby ayiseyo drama kwa McDonald’s. And bayenza qho lakaka
xaku redeem’wa bakhale ngo GMA afike umntu sephaphazela ngathi uzo
cima I bomb. One time ndalinda apha for I manager and I was almost late
kanti umntu uzofika acofe I button enye babe. One qha. Jonga oko ndi
lindile ngathi ndi lindele umanqanqa specialist se computer uCarlos
Hernandez kanti hay mntakabawo ndi linde uPhumla.
-baby there’s so much drama at McDonald’s. And they do that shit all the
time and talk about “GMA’s” and then someone arrives frantically as if they
are about to diffuse a bomb. One time I waited here for the manager and I
was almost late kanti she’s going to arrive and press one button. Just one.
Look I waited as if I’m waiting for a computer specialist Carlos Hernandez
but no I was waiting for Phumla.

I burst out laughing ngoba uLuphelo was right. I noticed that the employees
there are so dramatic nje like I couldn’t understand why only the manager
has the right to operate the monitor when it comes to redeeming meals
from apps? They should at least give one of the cashiers the “top secret
code” in order to avoid making customers wait. I just had an amazing
morning no Luphelo. He cracked me up all morning especially when he told
the cashiers “hehake Charlie’s Angels” for how they behaved ngoba there
was literally 3 women operating that monitor so that they could redeem our
order and they were all so serious mntakabawo. ♥ But they looked so
amazing in their uniforms and all of them found humour in what he said so
everyone was happy. I just wish we could all be like that yazi there’s
nothing I hate quite like rude people who hurl insults at workers whenever
they don’t have their way. Sure you help them get paid but you bought the
service you didn’t buy their souls so I really wish we could all be kinder to
people and stop feeling superior just because you’re on the receiving end
of a service. Having money is great but having manners? That’s the best.

We bought Kumie’s lunch at the garage since uLittle man eats tramezzini’s
ngoku and we bought his juice with sweets as well along with a packet of
chips. He likes food and it was evident in his weight ngoba wow uBrothers
is chubby. It goes to show that he lives with his Dad full time who doesn’t
pay attention to what’s healthy and only cares about making his son happy.

We arrived kwi day care ka Kumkani and my husband told me ukba yena
no Reid bazi crush of the single moms that are there. But I couldn’t blame
the ladies, imagine seeing two young black wealthy dads who aren’t bad
looking at all taking their children to school everyday? And both men know
how to dress so it doesn’t take much to view them as possible partners.

I dropped uKumkani off myself and he couldn’t stop crying when I left him.
My heart will never get used to that. I felt like screwing everything and just
staying because nothing hurts a mother quite like seeing the fruits of her
womb crying.

When I left, I was already crying and feeling like I was making the worst
decision of my life. But I had to suck it up and keep going. We finally
arrived at the airport ngoba the time was now 08: 45 am and the early bird
couple Reid and Lelethu were already there so we greeted them.

Lelethu: yaqhala I drought madoda.

-the drought starts.

Luphelo: I hunger games Joe.

Reid: bone? But 4 more months and then everything is back to normal.

Me: I can’t wait for dick everyday guys yho. Okwe threat. Oko “Hlalumi
ungandenzi ndi khuphe umthondo”. Oko vuswa ngo 3 ekuseni kuthiwa
“dlala indima yakho Mamekhaya”.

-just a “Hlalumi don’t make me take out my dick”.

Just to be woken up at 3 am in the morning to be told “woman of the house

play your role”.

They giggled.

Lelethu: Finisher uyi phiwe I talk shame.

-you’re given the talk.

He smiled.
Me: mna my hardest goodbye was to my son. Rha being a mother is a
Different kind of role. The love you have for your child as a mother can’t be
surpassed by anything.

Lelethu: Dads will never understand what it’s like.

Reid and Luphelo gave us a blank facial expression.

Luphelo: hehake susqhela Lethu uzama uthini?

Reid: tsh we aren’t perfect Kodwa we love our sons thina we came back
from a lit night out all because uKumkani was sick rha usijonge kakuhle.
Siyaba beleka noba beleka abantwana bethu ungaklinge.

-we even carry our babies on our backs don’t you care.

Luphelo: tshi. I mean like our offices have little baby playing areas ngoku
cos we understand. We even sing lullabyes.

Reid: wawa uKumkani the other day akakhala uFinisher fondin.

-Kumkani fell the other day and Finisher couldn’t stop crying.

Luphelo: bendithe suybalisa ke leyo lwimishe yere.

-I said don’t say that.

We all laughed but it was so cute. The minutes we had went by so quickly
that in no time it was time for us to board our flights and leave our lives
behind. The emotions picked up all over again but we have already done 4
months. We can do another.

.
Lelethu and I always take the last seat on the plane nathi since it’s really
private and all that. So she and I held hands since touching her makes me
really comfortable. I even touch her boobs sometimes ngoba wow uGirl has
nice, soft boobs.

Me: what if uReid no Luphelo benzana lento when we’re not there.

She burst out laughing.

Lelethu: hay hay what are they going to touch cos men have one private
part. The dick.

Me: mxm Kodwa men literally stay winning with one private part.

Lelethu: imnandi la private part iyi 1.

-that one private part is nice.

I burst out laughing.

Me: quality over quantity.

We both laughed and this woman looked at us funny.

Us: hay hay yinton wena? Songa hleki ngoku?

-no no what’s up with you? Shouldn’t we laugh now?

Her: kuseksasa.

-it’s still early.

Us: so asiyazi thina. Hay hay tsh.

-so we don’t know?

Her: anisebabi.

-you’re both so ugly.

We laughed.

Us: rha!

Me: Umhle lomntu uthi sibabi?

-is the person saying we’re ugly beautiful?

Lelethu: tu Sam ncama.

-no at all we gave up on her.

The woman laughed so we ended things off on good terms. We stopped

speaking loudly just to accommodate her. Lelethu held my hand tighter.

Lelethu: chomi I found this in Reid’s pocket from the clothes he wore on the
night we came back home.

She took out a torn piece of blue cardboard like material and then gave it to
me.

Me: and then?

Lelethu: ivelaphi? It looks like the tear off a condom box.

My heart slowed down.

Me: hay mahn Lethu I’m sure there’s got to be an explanation for it.

Lelethu: okay chomi.

Me: yeah.

We both exhaled. She was so quick to accept that it isn’t from a condom
box that nam I became lowkey curious, nervous and scared of it
happening… And to me in particular because I don’t know how I would
handle being cheated on by a man that I love with every Fibre in my body.
Unyana ka Louisa no Lubango better not try me. I will hurt him so much if
he cheats on me that whichever Thuso Phala he did before I found out will
be his last.
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Insert 155 (Continuation): Onwabile Magwentshu, thank you for mentioning

me on another page so I could gain more followers

>> 8 days later >>

If I wasn’t married to uPhelo then I would most definitely not want to ever
go back to South Africa. Life in Boston is truly amazing. I was enjoying this
thing of juggling school and working ngoba it was giving me purpose. I
enjoyed being a woman that people looked to for assistance and advice.
The USA made me feel like this intelligent ass African woman ngoba
educationally, the American system is quite weak in comparison to the
South African one. Yet we are unfairly placed at the bottom of the world’s
mathematical performance barrel without them taking into consideration the
type of questions we’re having to deal with in South Africa. I have met high
school Maths teachers who are unable to solve Grade 11 type of equations
so my level 5 in Maths put me in a position where I could teach
Mathematics part time to rich kids who live in West Roxbury, Back Bay
Beacon Hill and Charlestown which are all really pricey neighborhoods in
Boston and I would charge an arm and a leg for my services. I am a hustler
that I know even my husband is proud of.

I woke up at 07: 00 am next to uLelethu and then I kissed her cheek.

Me: Lheza vuka mnqund wakho.

-wake up your ass.

Lelethu: seyo kaka mntkbw.

-you’re such shit.

I laughed as she threw my pillow at me. I went to the bathroom to brush my

teeth and then she followed me as I ran the bathwater so we could take a
bath together. She and I had became so incredibly close over these couple
of months. It’s really amazing ngoba although I’m seemingly amassing
more opportunities this side than she is, she’s so happy for me. She’s
literally supportive of everything that I do. Why? Ngoba women who can
hold their own have nothing to be jealous about. Si happy. Si content
bawokazi.

Lelethu: I’m not making breakfast ke Hlalumi mna today. I’m tired.

Me: that’s okay. I am meeting u Maxine at Starbucks today.

Lelethu: ndini bethe ninye keh mnake eke na fast.

-and I beat you both the fuck up if you dare become fast.

I laughed.

Me: phola you’re my main. Yhu umona sisi.

-Jealousy.

She giggled as I put in the bath foam and then we undressed and climbed
into the bathtub. Living with uLelethu has been such a self learning
experience for me that I believe every woman who is able to do so should
take time out to live with her best friend before getting married. I truly wish I
had taken the time to live life prior to getting married to uJama ngoba wow
monate mpolaye but not all is really lost ngoba Jama is a cool husband.
Just that naye he has his limits.

Lelethu and I took our bath, got dressed and then we went our separate
directions.

I spent time talking to my man on the phone when I was in the parking bay
of Starbucks. I was early for my date no Maxine.

Me: Mharu wam.

Luphelo: mxm.

Me: Yinton ngoku soka lam?

-what now my boyfriend?

Luphelo: uyandi pretend’a.

-you’re pretending (to love) me.

I giggled.

Me: seyo drama Tata womntanam. How’s our baby that we made together
by having sex with each other?

He laughed.

Luphelo: I relate ku lento ukuyo baby. Ndithi ndim jonga uKumkani ndi
batywe. Qhonda jonga nyana imnandi into eyaku zisa ebomini boy.
-even when I look at Kumkani I become horny. And think look son what
brought you to the world is nice.

I laughed.

Me: bruh!! Imbi lento sikuyo. But when I’m back I’m gonna give you
unlimited access to this pussy.

Luphelo: uncapped pussy?

Me: qondile bawo.

Luphelo: hm. But Kumkani is okay. Ebene susu Izolo so I was awake all
along naye after we came from the hospital.

-he had a stomach ache yesterday.

My chest ached.

Me: why didn’t you tell me Jama?! Is he okay ngoku?

Luphelo: ngoba if I told you, you were gonna expect me to be strong and
comfort you ndibe nam fondin ndi hurt. You know how I get when it comes
to my kid.

Me: iyho mahni uTata othanda unyanakhe ke yena.

-a father that loves his son.

Luphelo: hay shame ndiyamthanda umntanam andizoy phika. I miss you

baby but… You leaving has given me time to really be a Dad. I used to
think that by working two jobs and fucking his mom and being at home I’m
doing right as a father kanti that was nothing. I’m really starting to know
what it means to be a father and it’s the best shit in the world bruh. Bone
when I drop him off at day care and have to hear him crying hurts but I’m
always rewarded by the smile he wears on his face when I come home.
Ancume umntanam Hlalumi and it just makes me feel blessed ukba this
kid… This one in particular with his beautiful smile and playful personality is
mine. Izolo he gave me a hug and I was just on a different kind of happy.
No Rolex. No car. No 7 figures has ever made me happier than la moment
to be hugged by my little baby.

A tear fell from my eyes as I listened to my husband talking about his love
for our child because I never had lonto. Luphelo has always loved his son
since I was pregnant but now he was just on another, different level. I was
really proud of the dad that he had become and was happy that at least
something good came from me leaving. I realise ukuba come rain or shine
between Luphelo and I… I could never, ever keep his son away from him
ngoba wow it wouldn’t even break him it would kill him.

We continued speaking until uMaxine came so I said my goodbyes ku

Jama and promised I would speak to him when I get home.

I ordered a Chicken & Quinoa Protein Bowl at Starbucks since I was trying
to watch my weight and a Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino
Blended Crème just to make my day. So Maxine and I chit chatted and
then went to school on time. After school, I had to go to work at Raytheon.
The Raytheon Company is a major U.S. defense contractor and industrial
corporation with core manufacturing concentrations in weapons and military
and commercial electronics. Why would I decide to work there? Originally it
was just to scare uLuphelo that “hey babe I can make weapons” but
uMqocwa was like “ngoku ndithini keh mnake” so that didn’t work.

Now it’s cos I just wanted to be knowledgeable in different fields and not
only limit myself to construction all the time because I was on a path to
owning a business one day and therefore needed expertise in everything
that I can get my hands on. And also, Raytheon made a US$27. 1 billion
profit in 2018 and that’s just genius if you ask me so I once spoke to the
founder Thomas A Kennedy and sought advice from him and the only thing
he said to me was “Education really is the best thing you can do for
yourself” of which Luphelo replied “yaxoka baby la kaka I join’e I Illuminati
ingafika ayinaye no matric. Baleka baby phuma apho bengekaku faki nawe
kwezonto cos ndak lahla unye mna”. Yho Xhosa people and being unable
to accept something as it is.

I was working in my booth when uTyrese came to me. He looked nervous.

Tyrese: Smiles?

Me: hey.

Tyrese: are you good?

Me: yes thanks and you?

Tyrese: I’m good. Uhm… I don’t want it to come off as if I’m being
disrespectful… Given the fact that I know you married and shit but… Can I
take you out? Kevin Hart is coming out and uhm… I would like us to watch
the show and maybe grab a bite to eat? But thass up to you of course. I
juss think-

Me: Tyrese relax before you kill yourself due to a lack of breath.

He giggled nervously.

Me: what time?

Tyrese: oh so you’re coming?

Me: yeah. I have nothing else to do.

He smiled.

Tyrese: uhm… At 6.

Me: okay. Text me the location and I will be there. But you must know…
This isn’t a date, right? And I will pay for my own food.

Tyrese: but Smiles I’m taking you out.

I smiled.
Me: take it or leave it?

Tyrese: fine. I’m taking it.

Me: Good. I’ll see you tonight.

Tyrese: sure. Thank you.

He said as he got up and then excitedly walked away from my booth.

°° Ziyanda’s perspective °°

The time was now 10 pm at night and I heard from Teigh that Reid and
Luphelo live

Together in Reid’s house in Summerstrand so I decided to visit him. It has

been 8 whole days of silence from his end because the last time we spoke
was literally at the brunch uJoe hosted so I had to know if he’s still down for
me.

So I parked my car and then went to knock on the door. The lights were on
which meant the men were up. Reid opened the door.

Reid: hm?

Me: Hi. Ukhona uLJ?

-is LJ around?

Reid: yeah but he’s on the phone no Mfazi wakhe ngoku so Khabe Ulinda.
Uzotyiwa soon.

-with his wife so wait in the meantime. You will be fucked soon.
Me: that’s so unnecessary.

Reid: hay wethu.

He said as he walked back into the house and I followed him. I sat down on
the couch and then watched as two little boys played on the living room
rug. And then there was the smaller one, uKumkani who is so adorable.
Rha LJ’s kid looks just like him it’s so cute. He was wearing a fluffy sky blue
turtle neck with Grey sweatpants and tiny black Nike Air forces. Hay jonga
its clear that he was dressed by Daddy ngoba I saw in the pictures that
Hlalumi has posted of Luphelo on her Instagram page that he can dress.

Reid was making custard for their sons so when the custard was ready, he
dished up on one bowl and then he sat cross legged on the floor to feed
both uKumkani no Kungawo. And Kumkani wanted to take two spoons at a
time.

Kungawo: hay hay Kumani aphanga ena.

-no no Kumani you take big spoons.

He said and I giggled as u Luphelo came down barefoot and topless and
was only in his sweatpants. He looked at me and tensed his eyebrow.

Me: hey.

LJ: ufuna ntoni apha?

-what do you want here?

I really wish I could know what “Molo” sounds like from his mouth ngoba
wow uBrothers never greets.

Me: I haven’t seen you in days.

LJ: I was busy kalok.

Me: too busy to call?

LJ: Subambeka Ziyanda.

-don’t get hung up.

Kungawo: Finisher ena soloko anxibi skipa. Agodoli? Kumani tatakho afuni
skipa.

-Finisher you never wear a shirt. Aren’t you cold? Kumani your father
doesn’t want shirts.

We laughed.

Luphelo: Kwedin kunini ndi sithi kuwe Ithi “Tatu Finisher”.

-boy how long have I been telling you to say Tatu Finisher?

Kungawo: azoyenza lonto.

-I won’t do that.

Me: I’ll be in the car keh.

I said as I got up and then walked out since I wanted him to follow me.

I waited in the car for about 5 minutes before he came out. He was wearing
a t-shirt now and it was black.. It took me back to the first time I met him.
He opened my door and then climbed onto the passenger seat. We stayed
in silence for about 3 minutes because I didn’t know what to say and yena
he straight up told himself he wasn’t gonna say shit either.

Me: okay this is awkward.

LJ: kakhulu.

-very.
Me: I just came to check up on you. Kalok I literally don’t even have your
number.

LJ: you’re pushy. That’s why.

Me: I don’t mean to be pushy.

LJ: okay.

Me: so your wife is gone again.

LJ: yeah.

Me: when she’s back… What happens to… This?

Luphelo: we act like it never happened. Sibadala Mos right?

-we’re grown.

Me: yeah of course. I just wanted to be sure.

LJ: okay.

Me: I just wish I could find a man that’s not intimidated by my success. My
success is the reason why I’m finding myself sleeping with a married man
which is so wrong but ke… It gets lonely sometimes. And all the men on my
level are either married and ugly or they are getting their money illegally or
kanye just abusive mahn. But there’s always something wrong. You literally
the only normal man I have found in a long ass time qha nawe mahn
there’s something wrong with you.

He laughed.

LJ: which is?

Me: why don’t you ever greet?

He paused and thought about it.

LJ: I seriously don’t know. I never thought about it. But it’s not because
ndizi phakamisile or some arrogant shit like that.

Me: see? Somethings wrong with you.

He looked at me whilst his elbow was on the arm rest and his hand against
his mouth which made him hotter. He then put on my music this time and I
had J Cole’s “2014 Forest Hill Drive” on so he skipped straight to Love
Yourz. He must relate to the song. I have learnt that men like LJ will not tell
you what’s going on with their lives, they will communicate through music.

Me: I’m horny.

LJ: andina condom.

-I don’t have a condom.

Me: I’m on birth control kalok.

LJ: andino themba lonto.

-I can’t trust that.

Me: a garage is literally a couple of blocks away we could buy-

LJ: okay Ziyanda I’m not in the mood keh. I’m not going to be in the mood
all the time fondin nam I’m trying to process lento siyenzayo so I don’t feel
like having sex namhlanje.

Me: fine.

I said as I put my hand in his sweatpants. He was not wearing any

underwear from the beginning. So I pulled his dick out and then I sucked
his penis whilst his hand was on my ass… Grabbing.

.
°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

Kevin Hart’s comedy show was so Damn hilarious. Seeing him on its own
was amazing but the content was even better. It was money well spent so
after the show, Tyrese and I went to eat.

My husband already knew about me going out but he didn’t know that I was
going out no

Tyrese alone. If I was still in South Africa I would have but lately uLuphelo
has this unexplained

Jealousy when it comes to other men so I knew he wasn’t going to allow

me to go.

We ate at Trina’s Starlite Lounge where I ordered their burgers that look
like normal burgers that went to private school mntkbw. I ordered red wine
with my food and then enjoyed my company.

Tyrese: so you South Africans have Trevor Noah right?

Me: not South Africans. We Xhosa’s have Trevor Noah. He’s ours. But it’s
not just him… The first black SA president was Xhosa. The first South
African women to collaborate with Beyoncé are Xhosa. Marvel Studio’s
made isiXhosa the official language for Wakanda in Black Panther so I
mean ♀

He smiled.

Tyrese: you’re so proud to be Xhosa. It’s cute.

Me: very. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I just love how confident we are.
There’s no person who has more confidence than a Xhosa person. Xhosa
people are confident even when we’re broke. Haike give us money and
then you’re adding Mentos to coke. And we’re also very funny it’s like jokes
automatically become funnier when said in isiXhosa ngoba we have
remarks that are so arbitrary yet they fit. Hence it’s even hard to translate
isiXhosa. And we could hate you and not even explain ourselves. We’ll just
say “hay wethu”.
He curled his mouth before giggling.

We continued having a long conversation about socio-economic issues and

all those things that are supposed to be boring but aren’t really boring.

Once we were done eating, he ended up paying the entire bill and totally
ignored my wishes to pay for my own meal so I just let it go and tipped
instead. We walked to the parking bay and he looked so sad to see me
leaving.

Me: bye Tyrese. Thank you for tonight. I will see you tomorrow at work.

Tyrese: thanks for coming. And uhm… Girl juss know if things aren’t
working with your man when you get home I’m here.

I laughed.

Me: you’re a Miguel fan. So… You should know what I’m talking about
when I say him and I are a sure thing.

He smiled.

Tyrese: even when the sky comes falling?

Me: even when the sun don’t shine.

He giggled.

Tyrese: fuck I was born in the wrong country.

He said before kicking a tin. I laughed as I climbed into my car and then
said my final goodbye to him.

.
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Insert 156: Anganati Mayizele

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

After getting head from uZiyanda, I went back into the house whilst
yawning. Kumkani crawled over to me when I walked in so I picked my boy
up and then I kissed him.

Me: full swag. Drip drip. Nanku Tatakho. Yeah.

I rapped to my son whilst he was in my arms and he smiled.

Kungawo: Finisher Ena athanda uphuma phandle.

-you like to go outside.

Me: hey Kungawo Kwedin utsho ukba uyandi funa vha? Yinton uqeshiwe
ngu Yayumi ukuba mawumxelele ndenza ntoni.

-say so if you want me. What were you hired by Yayumi to tell her what I’m
doing?

Reid laughed.
Reid: unento nawe uKungawo Njayam.

-he has something with you.

Me: tshi. Ndiyo lala keh mnake no Kumkani.

-I’m going to sleep with Kumkani.

Reid: okay but Njayam please sleep with uKungawo as well. Ndizoya ku
Thembeka mna ngoku.

-I’m going to Thembeka.

Me: ubuye nini?

-and when are you gonna come back?

Reid: hehake Lelethu.

Kungawo: heyake Lethuthu.

I exhaled as I went closer to uReid since uKungawo is a parrot kalok so we

could speak.

Me: awukwazi ulala ku Thembeka. Ziyanda usemqaleni wam zibekwa so

ngo sleep over wenza I bond. Into esiyenzayo apha ku sula sidlule. Asi
dyoli.

- You can’t sleep over ku Thembeka bruh. Ziyanda is on my neck

already and by sleeping over you’re just forming bonds. What we are doing
here is a smash and run. We aren’t dating.

Reid: sibaleka ama hunger games.

-we’re running away from hunger games.

Me: vele. Suba weak mnqundu. Lonto I wish uZiyanda was as chilled as
uThembeka ngoba uske wasi Stan sika Hlalumi lamntu. She follows her on
Instagram Khacinge. Hlalumi told me over the phone.
-don’t be weak you ass. She just became Hlalumi’s Stan.

He laughed.

Reid: what did you expect bruh? Umfazi wakho umhle Njayam. Like una 22
Njayam she’s young yere I would-

-your wife is beautiful.

I shot the stare of death at him and he caught it.

Reid: xolo Njayam. I’m just saying… She has everything at the age of 22 so
of course Ziyanda is gonna be a Stan.

I exhaled.

Me: Reid Njayam how did you manage to cheat while your wife was right in
front of you? Mna I rejected u Ziyanda for sex ngok cos I just got off the
phone with uHlalumi so my conscience was acting up.

Reid: it was the sex. Lelethu used to be so stiff Njayam. That was literally
the only issue and I wasn’t happy so I fucked other women but then…
When you changed and I saw you of all people being loyal I realised its
possible. And then Hlalumi taught her how to twerk and haike… Things
looked up and I vowed to never fuck up again but then she had to leave.
And if I was a first time offender like you maybe I could get off the hook but
she won’t even understand this time around.

He said as he looked down and I bit my lip.

Reid: we can’t get caught Njayam.

Me: asikwazi Kakade.

-we can’t of course.

I said before him and I fist bumped and then said our good nights. I said
good night to Kungawo as well before going upstairs no Kumkani. I
changed him into his onesie since his diaper was still clean and then I
switched the light off. I kissed him good night and he fell asleep with his
little toes in between my lips. I took a picture for uHlalumi and then sent it to
her. She replied with crying and heart emoji’s.

>> 3 months later >>

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

Mom’s birthday which is on the 14th of February had passed. My birthday

which is on the 20th of March had passed as well followed by eka Sihle
which is on the 26th of March. So we were now approaching April and it
was time for u Kumkani’s birthday. My little baby was turning 1 year old and
I was so excited. Everything was just going according to plan because I
was told I could obtain the outstanding credits online instead of going back
to Massachusetts so I was really excited to tell uJama lonto leyo.

It was the day before my sons birthday so Lelethu and I arrived at the
airport where our husband’s were waiting for us. I had literally only seen
Luphelo once in 3 entire months and that was only on my birthday
otherwise that was it and to say I was horny was an understatement.

The time was 7 pm when we landed so Lelethu and I walked out whilst our
bags were being pushed for us in a cart by a woman who works for the
airport.

Me: andise excited mntase. Sapha lonto ndiy tyhale ngokwam.

-I’m so excited. Give me that so I can push it myself.

Her: hay kalok sis I want the money tyhin.

Me: subana worry nzak batala qha ndifuna uhlisa I nerves. Ndizobona
umyeni wam guys yho.
And my little baby.

-don’t worry I’m gonna pay you but I just want to tone down my nerves. I’m
going to see my husband.

Lelethu: awu batywe.

-you’re so horny.

Me: awuthethi keh wena ubuke wandicela ndiku phuze.

-you can’t speak because you had asked me to kiss you.

Lelethu: hey mntase zandi sinya ngelo mini.

-I was fucked up on that day.

She said as we giggled. The weather was raining so Lelethu and I waited
inside whilst facing the exit until I felt these hands covering my eyes. I just
knew by the texture of those hands that it was him. My husband. uMharu
wam.

He wanted to be romantic. But I didn’t have time for that so I broke out of
his hold and then I jumped into his arms and hugged him.

Me: Tatakhe!!!!! Heh wena Mharu. Heeh wena sthandwa sam. Heh
mntuwam? Nguwe lona?

-is this you?

Luphelo: ndim Mamakhe. Izandi ncamise uMkam.

-it’s me. Come so I can kiss my wife.

My body was as unstable as water cupped in his hand when he said that. I
leaned in for a kiss which he gave me and contentment was the order of
the day as soon as my lips smashed against his. I realised ukuba we were
slowly moving away from innocently kissing and we were borderline being
publically indecent so I pulled away.

Me: baby abantu.

-the people.

Luphelo: okay. Masiye motweni.

-let’s go to the car.

Me: Okay.

Reid and Lelethu were also having their little moment so I paid the lady and
my husband carried my bags himself. He’s quite strong kodwa and it’s such
a turn on. Ha.a I’m falling pregnant namhlanje mna I need to take maternity
leave in advance.

Luphelo opened an umbrella when we walked out and in between carrying

my bags, he also managed to hold up the umbrella for me as if I was
presidential. I was Sahara dry by the time we got to the car meanwhile
yena he was wet from the sacrifice he was making. We got to the Rolls
Royce Ghost in the parking bay and he opened the suicide door for me.

Luphelo: ngena Mrs Jama.

-go in.

Me: enkosi Mr Jama.

I said before he closed the door so that yena he could pack my bags in the
boot of the car. I was so in love nale Royce. I have only seen it in person
once but I have never been inside one.. I greeted our chauffeur and then
Luphelo came back into the car.
Luphelo: ungay betha keh bawo.

That is just an informal Xhosa instruction to go. He was wet but not dripping
wet so when he looked at me, I brought my knees up to my chest. I was
protecting my pussy ngoba I knew kuzo nyeka.

Chauffeur: Moja Finisher.

Luphelo: sicela ne space lawei bawo.

-can we also please have space.

Chauffeur: shot.

He pressed up the partition and created a wall between us and the himself
and I closed my eyes whilst giggling.

Me: so this is why you got a Rolls Royce to take me home?

Luphelo: I hired it for an event but then I thought… (opens up my legs)…

My girl is coming home (pulls down my pants) and I miss her so…. (pulls
down his leather pants) this will be great for

fucking.

He said as he towered over me in the backseat and then we made out like
we were on drugs. I was the predator in this situation. Luphelo was horny
too yes but somehow I was worse. Missionary penetration didn’t seem like
it was going to do justice for me in this case so I rode him in the woman on
top position. Hay jonga I fucked my husband so much that he sent our
Chauffeur all over town just because he didn’t want to stop having sex with
me.

We finally had to get home at some point though so he told our chauffeur to
take us home so we just spoke

In the backseat of that “Ghost”. A Rolls Royce is most Def a dream car
ngoba its features are so extraordinary for example a Rolls Royce has a
cockpit so silent you can hear your watch tick tock of which my husband
replied when I told him and said “that’s useless kum because I have
Rolexes”. The only thing he seemed interested in though was the engine
configuration which is a 6.6 L V12-T.

I couldn’t wait to get home because I seriously missed my little boy who is
turning one tomorrow. I was really happy that I wasn’t going to miss his first
birthday. That would kill me.

He was being looked after by uRosey whom I greeted. This lady is a

lifesaver guys. A true Queen. I respect her and her hustle so much. She
does her work with so much pride such that she has our respects. She
always tells me ukuba her friends look down on her just because she’s a
child keeper ngelo xesha yena she makes more money than they do and I
always told her abantu will always be that way. Misinformation kills a nation
more than guns do. Xawu ngayazi into your mind goes into full attack mode
to compensate for your lack of information such that you even become
mean and your content is 90% insults and 10% actual logical and relevant
information.

Rosie put uKumkani who can stand down and said he must walk over to
me. So my little boy stood there with his hands in the air.

Me: baby Iza kalok. Come my angel. Walk to mommy.

Kumkani: Mama!

Me: come boy. Iza Trust Fund. Iza mntaka Lumi no Phelo. Izapha kalok
King Jama.

Kumkani became so frustrated with being unable to walk over to me that he

threw himself down on his ass and then cried. I ran to him to pick him up
and then I apologized by giving him some jelly babies and he stopped
crying immediately.
Luphelo was in the bedroom so I pulled uRosey to the kitchen.

Me: Sis Rose?

You should always be respectful to your employees if they are older.

Rose: Majama?

Me: I’m sorry to have to ask you this but… Woman to woman right… And
please know that your job isn’t on the line apha if you tell me. I will find a
way to cover it up such that it doesn’t come back to you but please tell
me… Umyeni wam… Has he maybe been entertaining other women kuze
bendi ngekho?

-when I was gone?

Rose: Majama… Your husband is an attorney and an engineer. Do you

think he would be that stupid to allow me to know if he was? I don’t just
want to say no he hasn’t ngoba you would think I might be lying hence I’m
asking ukba do you think Luphelo would let me know?

I exhaled. Me: fuck.

Rose: yeah. I know some pretty dumb men emhlabeni but not him. Yiyeke
mahn lento Hlalumi I know it’s hard and you’re curious but you weren’t
around and what you don’t know won’t hurt you. You will just be bringing
yourself unnecessary heartache by investigating ngoba ke you probably
won’t leave him. I know how much you love him.

I exhaled. Why was what she was saying so comforting? I thanked her for
her time before I went upstairs to my bedroom for the first time in months.

Luphelo was playing Yanga Chief’s “Tatakho” in the bedroom. ♀

Me: Full swag. Drip drip. Nanku Tatakho.

Luphelo: On my Dali Dali Ndyebo. Yebo.

He said as he flexed his outfit. He was wearing a black turtle with his
leather pants and black Christian Louboutin spiked sneakers. All
expensive. Hay jonga uTaka Kumkani has the full swag and he drips.

Me: bawo you’re so cool. Kumie jonga uTatakho fondin.

Luphelo: rha nyana if awuba nyisi ama cherrie Nzabe ningayazi ufuze bani
vha.

-damn son if you don’t fuck up the ladies then I don’t know who you got it
from.

Me: uwhoah. Don’t pressure my son please. But I’m sure uKumkani is
gonna have a really beautiful girlfriend one day.

Luphelo: u Right kalok. Kodwa lo cherrie iyawutya phantsi kwi cherrie ka

Tatakhe.

-but that girlfriend isn’t nothing compared to his father’s girlfriend.

He said as caressed my chin and the butterflies in my stomach. I don’t

know what happens to me when he calls me his girlfriend.

Me: mxm Luphelo. I have good news ke.

Luphelo: ndi mamele Mabhebheza.

-I’m listening.

Me: I can study online for the remaining credits instead of going back to
Massachusetts.

I could see the happiness in his eyes before his mouth processed it and
formed a smiled.
.

Insert 156 (Continuation) : Sibahle Ngcobo

Luphelo and I had the most sex we have ever had in our entire marriage.
We just kept going and I was surprised that his erection could last that long.
Yi Ngwenya Kodwa unyana ka Louisa no Lubango. I was in love with how
he switches gears up for me by making love to me and then straight fucking
me.

I hadn't taken any birth control shots so in the morning I had to take my
morning after pill. I drank my water in the kitchen and when I turned around
my husband was standing behind me. We had missed one another terribly
so we just hugged each other. He had his arms wrapped around my waist
and that's how I knew it was genuine. When Luphelo is just looking for
pleasure he will grab my ass but when he's emotionally invested in a hug,
he wraps his arms around my waist.

He kissed my cheek and then he took the cube of my morning after pills
and looked at it. He is so handsome he makes me fall in love just by
looking at him.

Luphelo: khange ndithi kuwe ndifuna umntana?

-didn't I tell you I want a child?

Me: hay hay Kumie just turned 1 tsh. He needs time to be the only child
and he can play with u Kungawo since you said he needs a friend.

He smiled.
Luphelo: dlala indima yakho Mamekhaya.

-play your role.

Me: indima yam ndiyi dlalile Tiyeka. Ndiyi thwalile imbewu yakho ndaku
nika indodana zibekwa.

-I played my role Tiyeka. I carried your seed and gave you a son
immediately.

He gave me a non-sexual moan that sounded all kinds of sexy.

Luphelo: ngoku ngabe ndi wrongo Machizama xandi cela undi thwalele
enye imbewu?

-so would I be wrong if I asked you to carry another seed for me?

Me: tu butsolo bentonga. Kaloku wena Wandi Lobola ndoda yam ngoku
xawu funa umntana kumele ndiku nike yena. Kodwa ke Mqocwa ka Mlowa
ndicela umonde. Ndicela undiphe eminye iminyaka phambkoba uno lima
imbewu yakho esibelekweni sam.

-not at all. Because you paid Lobola for me so when you want a child I
should give it to you. But I ask for patience. Please give me some more
years before you plant your seed in my womb.

Luphelo: tsi madoda akasemhle umfazi wase Maqocweni xaye cela.

Ngubani ebe yazi ukuba umntu uyakwazi ubusiswa empokothweni nase
Mfazini. Maka xele inyani uQamata uyandi ncwanywa.

-the wife of the amaqocwa clan is so beautiful when she asks. Who would
have known that a person can be blessed in his pocket and in his wife?
Qamata must be honest He likes me.

Me: ithi lonto ke sthandwa sam usithanda sobabini.

-that my love says that he likes us both.

He smiled.

Luphelo: haike mama womntanam. Ndicela sihambe siyoculela unyana

esamenza ngolala kunye i happy birthday.

-well then mother of my child. Can we please go and sing happy birthday
for the son we made by sleeping together.

IsiXhosa Kodwa. ♥

Me: masiye Tata womntanam.

-let's go.

Luphelo: ndiyabonga Machizama ngo Kumkani.

-I am grateful for Kumkani.

Me: kubonga mna Mazembe.

-I am the one that grateful.

I said as I hooked my arm in his and then we walked upstairs. Hay isiXhosa
just knows how to set the tone. I don't know why we give so much respect
to these Western languages Kodwa into ilapha, in African languages. We
are the true inventors of romance. La kaka u Shakespeare itya phantsi
kuthi.

Kumkani was sleeping like a starfish mntkbw. He was even passing gas but
he looked so adorable in his little elephant onesie. I was so happy with
what I saw in my son. He is such a happy kid that you just see it in his face
ukuba he's at peace. He slept in between mommy and daddy and he's
farting out the toxic gasses of the nice food he ate Izolo. His hair was
beautifully maintained and he had no marks nor scars on his face. Luphelo
did an amazing job raising uKumkani on his own in my absence. I take my
hat off for him. He really defines what it means to be a father ngoba not
many fathers would be able to do what he did and that's why all of those
Saturdays when I would go out and leave him with his baby were
imperative. Fathers need to get used to their children. We shouldn't be
pitying fathers for taking care of children they are

equally responsible for. It was unfortunate that I had to even be praising

uLuphelo so much for taking care of his son but given the reality of how
men act, what he did was worthy of another award. He should add "Father
of the Year" in his list of accolades.

He smiled as he knelt down on the side of the bed.

Luphelo: King Jay? Kumie? Vuka kalok nyana.

-wake up son.

I saw Kumkani's eyeballs moving but his eyelids still shut. Meaning he was
up qha he told himself he isn't gonna pay attention to Daddy.

Luphelo: uyand ignore'a Kumkani? Uzundi ignore'e okoko vah? Naxana i

chomi zakho zilapha sogqhiba ndi fokofise i clown yenu zunga thethi nam.

-are you ignoring me Kumkani? You should ignore me all the time okay?
Even when your friends are here and I tell your clown to leave don't talk to
me.

I burst out laughing. My man is crazy.

Me: oh Jama ke wena. Kumie baby wake up kalok.

I said as I gently shook uKumkani and he woke up. He opened his eyes
and saw its us then he went back to sleep.

Luphelo: hehake baby siyapholelwa.

Me: wow heh mntuwam he's one and he already thinks we're whack.
Bekselaphi xayena 15.
-how much more when he's 15.

Luphelo: hay kalok xana Ena 15 sothetha naye nge email.

-when he's 15 we will talk to him via email.

Me: sithumele i fax.

-and send a fax.

We burst out laughing but this shit wasn't funny. We were being straight up
ignored by uKumkani who woke up and smiled.

Luphelo: ulambile ngoku uyamazi uYihlo no nyoko.

-you're hungry now you know daddy and mommy.

He said as I took my baby and kissed him so we sang for him happy
birthday.

The people for the decor arrived to transform the Jama Fortress into a
Kingdom looking type of space. Kumkani was having a Royalty themed first
birthday party and it doesn't get better than that. His cake was literally a
crown shaped gold colored, chocolate flavored cake with that golden cape
which is red on the inside flowing down which was red velvet.

We received a lot of calls from people who had already mentioned that they
couldn't come kwi RSVP saying happy birthday to our baby and honestly a
year flies by so fast ngoba it feels like just yesterday when my husband and
I tried to watch a movie but I got contractions instead.
I could still remember the pain I felt in that bathroom but also the relief I felt
when my husband came to get me. I just can't imagine going through that
all alone but if I had to I know I would.

It took 6 hours for the decorators to finish their job and Luphelo specifically
chose a black owned company to do it for us. The person who designed
Kumkani's outfit for the party was black. The person who did my make up
was black. Luphelo's barber was black. Every single service you can name
that rendered for the making of Kumkani's party was black and the type of
communication we had with the people who helped make our boy's party
successful was a perfect balance of respect and professionalism.

People started arriving once everything was finished and I was surprised
that amaXhosa actually can keep time for a kiddie's party. Phofu they knew
ukba this is King Jama's birthday so it's gonna get lit so all our family,
friends and colleagues that were invited actually came through.

I had an amazing time during my son's first birthday. There were lots of of
memorable moments but the Finisher's "Nanku Tatakho" dance took the
cake. That was enough to even hype uKumkani ngoba wow that boy loves
his Daddy and I can only imagine him growing up and thinking his Dad is
just the coolest thing in the world ngoba uJama will never age. When he
gets older he'll be just like u Lubango and probably only get a salt and
pepper beard to show for his age.

Another memorable moment was the "thank you" speeches him and I said
to one another. He thanked me for carrying his baby and enduring the pain
I did to make him a father and I just thanked him for the genes.

Senior also said a speech for his grandson.

Senior: akho Mzukulwana utya ngathi ngu Kumkani. Hay jonga appetite
yalentwana slaps vha. Uyawutyisa uKumkani kude kuqaqambhe ingalo.
And Morvite akay funi ke uTrust Fund ufuna i Nestlé yodwa. Akayfuni veg
yase standini ufuna eka Woolworths uthatha ngoku faka impama qha
xawumqhela kakubi. Uthi umazi une shares yena ube umtyisa ntozi cheap
yamghulisa. But still I love him and I love spending time with him. He's a
funny baby and reminds me of his father kuze zaye mncinci.

-there is no grandchild that eats like Kumkani. No look this boys appetite
slaps. You will feed Kumkani until your arm hurts. And Trust Fund doesn't
want Morvite he wants Nestlé only. He also doesn't want vegetables from a
stall he wants Woolworths vegetables all he does is slap you if you feed
him cheap things knowing he has shares you're making him sick.

Everyone laughed at his speech. I looked for uLelethu and called her wathi
she's inside the house so I went to find her in the bedroom uReid sleeps in
when he's in our house.

Lelethu looked out of place so I sat next to her. Kungawo was on the bed
behind her as she paged through Instagram.

Kungawo: hello Yayumi.

Me: hey little man.

I said as I hugged and kissed him then I put him on my lap.

Me: baby are you okay?

A tear fell from her eye which she wiped.

Lelethu: ngu Reid. He's so annoying. We got into an argument and he just
really hurt my feelings.

Me: ungam thuki anye njena?

-why don't you just swear at him?

Kungawo: hay Yayumi ancolile ena.

-no Yayumi you're evil.

Lelethu and I laughed.

Me: Xolo ke baby. Lethu let's not talk in front of him.

Lelethu: sure. You can enjoy your son's party I don't want you to miss it
because of me.

Me: Kumkani is busy with his Dad ngoku. They are such bestie's.

She smiled but obviously whatever Reid said was bothering her. This is
why I respect uLuphelo for always sleeping in another room when he's
angry to avoid saying some abusive shit to me that he won't be able to take
back again. I took my phone out and then I logged onto Instagram and
Ziyanda's picture was first on my newsfeed. Kungawo pointed and double
tapped.

Kungawo: Finisher.

He said. My heart dropped.

Me: uthini Kungawo?

-what are you saying?

Kungawo: FI-NI-SHA.

Me: ewe ndiyakuva uFinisher utheni kalok? Wake wambona nalo sisi?

-yes I hear you but what did Finisher do? Have you seen him with this
lady?

Lelethu looked at us. My heart was beating out of proportion now but I had
to keep a cool head ngoba uKungawo is just a child in all of this and knows
nothing. Kungawo nodded and I was close to crying at this point.
Me: nini Kungawo?

-when?

He shrugged his shoulders.

Me: Kungawo uyamazi lo Sisi boy?

-do you know this lady?

He shook his head and I exhaled. Kungawo naye was fucking up my head.
I don't know how children's memories work so I can't confront uLuphelo
over something said by a baby. He will make Kungawo's testimony seem
null.

I put uKungawo aside and then I thought for a moment whilst my body
shook.

Lelethu: Hlalumi calm down. Kungawo says messed up shit sometimes.

Kungawo: hay hay-

Lelethu: nzak Betha ke.

-I'm going to hit you.

Kungawo: solly.

Me: but why her in particular Lethu? He must have seen that bitch around
my husband Lethu. And we weren't there so who knows what's going on?
She's the same bitch who tried to approach uJama when he was going to
urinate. How can you wanna talk to someone whilst they are urinating and
not find it awkward unless there's nothing new to see?

Lelethu exhaled.

Lelethu: Hlalumi just..don't confront him until you have all the evidence so
try to relax until you can uncover the truth ngoba once you confront a man
prematurely he will turn you into the fool. Relax Lumi but mna I would
suggest you leave this shit alone otherwise it will break you. I have been
there and if you wanna know the truth... You need to be prepared to leave
your husband unless you're prepared to stay in agony.

She said as she pulled her hair from her face and then sniffed ngoba she
knew it meant if my husband cheated on me there is no way uReid didn't
do the same to her again.

Insert 157: Lehlohonolo Monama

I have been through hell in my life. That hell is what had made me so
appreciative of my marriage to uLuphelo. I thought it was the opposite of
hell. I thought it is an utopia. I thought him and I shared a love that could
rival even the love God is supposedly feeling for us as His children. I
thought we were special and I thought we were different. But I was wrong.

We are just the same as every other couple. Or at least, he is the same as
every other man who doesn't know how to be faithful. I got up from the bed
and then I went out of the room. I don't know where I was headed. I just
needed to leave. But I bumped into mommy on her way to the bathroom.
She could tell by the look in my face that something was wrong.

Mommy: angel face? Why do you look so depressed?

Me: I'm fine Mama. Khange umbone umyeni wam?

-haven't you seen my husband?

Mommy: are you sure-

Me: Mama come on please... Where is he?

She exhaled.

Mommy: phandle ngakwi pool house is where I last saw him.

-outside next to the pool house.

Me: okay.

I said as I walked out to the pool house where uLuphelo was talking to his
friends whilst drinking whiskey and carrying uKumkani with his one arm. He
was drinking his shot with one hand and then he would occasionally give
his son some juice too.

Me: Jama can I please speak to you?

He took his sunglasses off to look at me. He always does that. When my
husband looks at me, he really pays attention to my face and I asked him
once why he does that and he said that looking at me with sunglasses on is
like wearing earphones in church.

Luphelo: ngoku sthandwa sam?

Me: ewe.

He exhaled.
Luphelo: can we please compromise mntuwam? How about we talk later
and I give you whatever you want? Please.

Me: but Luphelo-

Yanga: Finisher jonga bawo-

Luphelo: so Ndiyeke uncokola no Mkam ndi mamele wena?

-so I should stop talking to my wife and listen to you?

He dismissed uYanga before focusing on me again. He wouldn't do that if it

was uReid. Not out of fear but out of respect and it just goes to show that
Luphelo doesn't respect 98% of his friends. But naye uYanga he should
know better than to call a man who is speaking to his wife. Luphelo was
just showing him what's important.

Luphelo: baby please. Ndakcela.

I exhaled. Why did I even come to him? What was I going to say? "Hey
baby Kungawo told me that you have been seeing uZiyanda when I was
away". No I needed to really think about this so I smiled.

Me: okay. Ndicela uKumkani sizayolala thina.

-can I please have Kumkani we're going to sleep.

Luphelo: okay. Good night.

Me: Good night.

Luphelo: I love you. Umamele?

Me: yeah I love you too.

He gave me Kumkani and then he kissed my lips. I enjoyed it. Even though
I suspected him of stepping out of our marriage. I still enjoyed his attention.
As I walked away from him I wondered if I wanted to know if he had been
cheating. And if yes, what am I gonna do about it? I held onto uKumkani
tightly for comfort as I contemplated in my bedroom what the next step is.
My chest ached at the thought of how uncovering the truth was going to
impact our marriage so I exhaled deeply and decided you know what? I'm
not going to investigate this. I'm going to let it go and just focus on bettering
our marriage qha. Ngoba I'm not ready to burst my bubble myself. I have a
nice life and my man loves me so I'm not prepared to lose that ngoba I love
him too. If he has cheated, it's due to distance so surely he's going to go
back to normal since I'm back... Right? I mean it was a pipe dream to
expect a man with Luphelo's sex drive to be loyal for all that time although
we sporadically saw one another.

Those are the things that I tried to convince myself of in order for me to be
able to get some sleep.

Luphelo came into the bedroom once the party was over and then he
undressed. He was so drunk but he literally never loses himself to alcohol.
That's how much of control Luphelo has over things. I'm literally the only
thing in his life that he has no control over.

Luphelo: baby ulele?

-baby are you sleeping?

I exhaled. Me: no.

Luphelo: okay so sizo thetha ngoku or kanye kusasa?

-okay. So are we talking now or in the morning?

He asked whilst climbing into bed butt naked.

Me: I don't have much to say wethu. I guess I just wanted to talk about the
Massachusetts thing a part of me wanted to finish up kwela cala but I
realised I was being selfish.
He exhaled.

Luphelo: baby please don't leave again. Not when you have an option.

Me: I know and I won't Kakade. You have nothing to worry about.

He nodded before putting his hand on his head. He has a headache.

Me: u Right Mharu?

-are you okay?

Luphelo: ingathi ndiqalwa yi ntloko.

-it's as if I'm starting to get a headache.

Me: let me go downstairs to get some pills for you. Aren't you hungry?

Luphelo: ha.a baby.

Me: okay.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and when I opened our medicine drawer, I
saw sleeping pills. I had an idea to swop the Grandpa headache powder for
the powder of the sleeping pills so that I could be able to access his iPhone
whilst yena he slept using his finger. Once I was done, I poured his water
and then walked upstairs to him to give him his Grandpa which he drank.
He thanked me for it and then he fell asleep within 25 minutes. Yes, it took
the Finisher that god damn long to fall asleep.

Once he was asleep, I shook him.

Me: Finisher? Luphelo? Rolex yakho Andiy boni? Mustang yakho iyatsha.
Okay he's sleeping.

-I can't find your Rolex. Your Mustang is burning.

I said as I went to find his phone. I found it so I took it and then I used his
finger to unlock it and then sat upright on my bed. I backed up all of his old
messages and then read texts between him and his bitch.

Her: hey LJ.

Luphelo: yeah?

Her: are we going to meet up namhlanje?

Luphelo: I'm working late today. I'm probably knocking off at 8.

Her: yhu hay you're a workaholic. I could maybe visit you at work?

Luphelo: ha.a uzondi Sebenzisa kakubi. Let me rather come by ngokwam

once I knock off.

Her: okay uze ne Lindt and some wine.

Luphelo: zizinto ezi funwa kwi boyfriend ezo. I'm not it.

-those are things wanted from a boyfriend.

Her: hehake Finisher you have too much money for lento uyenzayo.

Luphelo: nawe unayo. Zithengele.

-you also have it. Buy it yourself.

Her: it's not the same. Fuck buddies deserve to be spoilt nabo kalok.

Luphelo: bye bye wethu Ziyanda. Akho Lindt na wine uzay fumana Kodwa
unga cingi ndiya dlala.
-there's no Lindt and wine you're getting don't think I'm playing.

Her: heeh. dick is fine too keh wethu.

He didn't reply after that. He only replied much later on to let her know that
he had arrived. I read through all of his messages with uZiyanda. They
weren't many and I felt so light headed after I was done discovering the
truth about the man that I had married that I almost fell. I'm sure some
blood, sugar or whatever level had dropped in my body from reading those
messages. I was crying silently as I got up and basically walked to my
closet whilst using the wall as support. My legs were numb. I pulled out my
suitcases and then started folding my clothes neatly to make it easier for
myself to leave in the morning. Why am I even waiting until morning when I
have my own car that I bought myself and could leave right now with it?
The pain of being cheated on is one that I thought I knew due to having
been cheated on before in my past relationships but this one... Oh God.
This one makes that pain look like I had nothing to complain about. There
is no pain greater than the one of packing and then taking your own clothes
back because your mind is furious but your heart still wants you to stay. I
did that shit all

night long whilst trying to contemplate what I should do ngoba all that I
knew is that there is no way I'm going to stay with a cheating man.

I could barely sleep at night so first thing that I did in the morning was to
feed uKumkani. I made him some scrambled

Eggs with pressed avocado and bacon bits. Haike uTrust Fund couldn't
stop eating. The food made him so happy and for me that was an apology
gift for the fact that his life was about to change right now ngoba I was
planning to leave his father. Lelethu called me.
Me: hello?

Lelethu: are you okay?

The Tears fell all over again but for the life of me I tried to keep my head
above water. I am in pain. I felt so broken.

Me: uJama cheated on me with that bitch. Kungawo was right and what
pisses me off is if Kungawo knew it means he brought that bitch around my
son. How fucking dare he? Maybe he even brought her over to our house
Lethu. Hay shame I'm dying.

Lelethu: baby I told you not to investigate this unless you're sure you're
gonna leave him cos you're hurting ngoku and that could have been
avoided.

Me: avoided? Lelethu I just...I just need to think. I'm scared of saying
something ngoba kalok... Ngoba kalok ndiyamthanda. Yho hay Lelethu this
is not what I signed up for. I saw the changes in him but I just didn't wanna
believe it cos he had been so faithful all this time and then I left-

Lelethu: exactly. You left. And you never gave him a choice although you
knew that he's sexual. If he ever wanted to make cheating on you a thing
then he would have done it even before you left but he never did that.
Friends can lie for each other but Luphelo's loyalty to you changed uReid
whom I had given up on uziqonda its that strong so please don't make
hasty decisions to leave a man whom you know loves you over this.
Uyawuzi Sola.

-you'll regret it.

Me: Lelethu why are you advising me to settle?

Lelethu: you aren't settling Hlalumi you're being realistic. You know that he
was so loyal to you that you became comfortable. You became so
comfortable to the point where you never considered his feelings in this
whole thing. When he hid your offer you thought he was trying to make
sure he remains the bull in your relationship you never even considered
ukuba he might
be worried about the sex thing. Mna Lumi I'm just saying if you leave him,
he will learn his lesson and move on.. Life isn't a joke and you will be
building a better man for the next woman meanwhile wena you end up like
uZiyanda and be rich but have no stable relationship. It's like what
happened ku Acrimony in a way. Taraji let her man go and what did that
result to? She gave another woman a good man whilst yena she remained
obsessed. Don't let that be you cos life isn't a joke and all you will have is
money and pain whilst you keep telling the "I left a man the first time he
cheated on me due to distance" story until no one wants to listen to it
anymore. Identify the problem in your marriage and try to work on it cos
you aren't dating anymore. If you were I would say do what you have to do
but marriage is different. Marriage requires you to work on things instead of
leaving whenever the push becomes the shove.

Me: but what if he ends up like Reid?

Lelethu: Reid isn't the one caught cheating sisi. I'm trying to be a friend
here and wena you're...

Yazi Yinton Hlalumi Jama? Hambonya.

She said before hanging up and I exhaled. That was rude of me, I know.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

I woke up feeling like shit. My body was so tired but maybe I had drank
more than I should have. My wife was different. She wasn't the energetic
person I'm used to seeing but she blamed it on the alcohol and I
understood. Maybe we had both drank more than we should have but
honestly speaking I missed her smile. And when you're guilty of doing
things that could possibly erase the smile of the one you love, you start to
panic and want to confess. And that's what I wanted to do, I wanted to
confess ngoba Hlalumi isn't dumb.
But before I could confess, I needed to get drunk. Hlalumi's honesty when
she had feelings for uSimphiwe has taught me that sweeping things under
the rug and hoping that they don't come to light is wishful thinking. I
regretted everything I did in her absence because I love her. But I just can't
stay that long without sex, I'm sorry. This offer to study at Harvard came so
abruptly that we never had time to prepare properly for it such that I could
let go of a few jobs just so that I could be with her. And a part of me
believed I could do this. I'm used to turning bitches down so I thought Reid
and I could do this but we failed.

I left my wife at home no Kumkani in the evening ngoba yena she said she
wants to sleep. She was worrying me ngoba she is not a heavy sleeper but
she has been in bed since 11 am. It was now 7 pm so for 8 hours my girl
hasn't left our bed. I wouldn't have left either if she didn't encourage me to
and assured me that it was only the alcohol that made her like this. So I
went out to the Black Impala where the squad was chilling. They were
happy to see me because I

consider myself the life of the party. I'm the least stressed in the group
because I'm happy in all aspects of life. I have a great wife, great kid and I
get paid in 7 figures so whilst the other men would come to the club to
forget their issues, I would come to the club to amass the happiness I
already feel. Reid came through a half an hour later than I had arrived and
sat next to me as I drank my Johnny Walker Blue Label.

Me: ja bawo.

Reid: ja Njayam. uGrand?

Me: yeah wena?

Reid: tu Lelethu isn't speaking to me. She says I was mean to her Izolo shit
I was drunk I don't even remember what I said.

Me: kudala ndikxelele uringa gqhith Fuze wena uKungawo.

-I have been telling you you speak too much Kungawo takes after you.
He giggled.

Reid: I'll buy her roses and take her out to a spa treatment cos ke nyani I'm
really sorry. I love her and Njayam it's like ngoku I'm really starting to be
affected by imood ka Lelethu. Like before I never cared but ngoku when
she's hurt. It hurts me too.

Me: ilawei Njayam. Yilento ndifuna umxelela uHlalumi ndenze ntoni-

-that's why I want to tell Hlalumi what I did.

Reid: yaphambana Finisher? Yayazi kwenzeka nton kula kaka uRajesh ku

Isidingo? He confessed still he was divorced.

-are you crazy? You know what happened to that shit Rajesh on Isidingo?

Me: Reid how many times has Lelethu forgiven you for your affairs
although you never told her. She had to find out kwi grapevine but still she
forgave you. I thought about this and ewe she's gonna hate me but at least
she's gonna get to hear my side of the story ngoba when women are hurt
from finding the truth out themselves they don't listen Njayam. And I want
her to believe ukba I'm done nala mntana uZiyanda and that I wasn't
emotionally invested kla nto bisenzeka.

Reid: I hear you but Jama if that's what you wanna do please don't involve
me. Uyayazi I have no second chances ngoku mna. Next move is i
magistrate kum ngoku.

Me: it's okay nam ngoku I'm just trying to build courage by drinking. I don't
change character when I'm drunk kalok mna I just get braver I suppose.

Reid: I really don't know how you do that.

Me: andizo control'wa yinto ethengwa ndim mna.

-I won't be controlled by something that I bought.

I said as uZiyanda came through no Thembeka. Reid and I were so

annoyed.
Reid: Nifuna ntoni ke ngoku Nina apha?

-what are you two doing here?

Me: yaybona ke Reid lekaka ebendiy thetha.

-can you see the shit I was saying?

I asked as I downed my shot.

Ziyanda: LJ we just came to have fun. Phola. We aren't trying to cause

trouble.

Me: moja. Reid bawo ndimkile keh mnake. Nzakbona emcwabeni wam.

-I'm gone. I will see you at my funeral.

He laughed.

Reid: shot ntwana speech sam zi ready.

We laughed as I left the bottle for him and then I got up and I had to pass
by Ziyanda's side. She put her leg in my way so I stopped and stared at her
ngoba I'm not about to hop over people's legs like a boy.

Me: ndicela udlula.

-may I please pass.

She got up and then touched my shoulders.

Ziyanda: LJ mamela-

Hlalumi: Luphelo?

I heard her voice and something in me shut down when I heard her voice.
I'm not afraid of hell anymore. This is it.

.
.

Inswrt 158: Tholakele Sithole

°° Luther Vandross : Too proud to beg °°

The family tried their hardest to get through to me. Mommy did. His parents
did. But nothing got through to me. I couldn’t understand to be honest. How
do you cheat on someone that you love? I have been in that situation
where I faced temptation but I never gave into it because I love my
husband dearly so I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t do the same for
me. It really didn’t mean anything to me that he had been faithful all this
time. Why should I reward that? He asked me to marry him meaning that
he willingly decided that he’s done being a boyfriend and he’s ready to
settle down. He promised me that he would be loyal but he lied. And that’s
the part that ticks me off. Betrayals from people that mean the world to you
really hit hard and that’s the part that they didn’t understand.

It had been three weeks and five days without really talking to him. He
would come to get uKumkani in my new apartment in Walmer Heights but
that was literally just it. We didn’t ever really communicate. There wasn’t a
need to ngoba he seemed okay. He wasn’t falling apart and neither was I…
At least on the outside I wasn’t ngoba internally wow a sis was
experiencing very high flame volumes mntkbw. I couldn’t help but to
wonder if he’s maybe with uZiyanda now. Or maybe he has a new woman.
Wondering what was going on in his life was just killing me ngoba it feels
like just yesterday when I was the biggest part of his life.

He told me via SMS that he’s coming to fetch his son so I told him it’s okay.
I never ask uLuphelo where he is taking uKumkani because he’s such a
great dad that I trust him. He failed as a husband. Not as a father and
Kumkani always comes back happier when he has been with Daddy. Mna
on the other hand, I feel like my misery is affecting him ngoba he just
knows ukuba when he’s with me it’s all work and sleep. I have a hard time
going out because I’m depressed. It’s like something is eating away at your
soul. I consulted a divorce lawyer and he turned into a Finisher Stan naye
mntkbw and told me how brilliant uLuphelo is in court instead of actually
giving me legal advice. He also told me that it was a good idea that I wasn’t
planning to fight uFinisher for his assets ngoba he said uLuphelo would
basically write a script for his divorce

lawyer and that’s how he would win. Qhonda this was a waste of my time.
Imagine? A script.

Hehake Mfundi Mvundla.

Luphelo knocked on my door so I took uKumkani downstairs and went to

open the door for uJama. He smells good.

Luphelo: molo.

Me: hi. Kumie nanku Tatakho.

Kumkani was already reaching out for Daddy at that point so Luphelo took
his son. He had sunglasses on which he took off and then he tucked them
in his shirt. As always, full swag. Drip drip.
Luphelo: ndicela ungena?

-can I please come in?

Me: yeah. Sure.

I said as I opened the door wider and then he came to sit on my couch. I
followed him and then sat down next to him as Kumkani adorably played
with his Daddy’s lips and Luphelo kissed his son’s lips. Sbwl ubangu
Kumkani. ♀

Luphelo: Hlalumi… Can I still call you that?

Me: ufuna ukuthini Jama?

-what do you want to say?

I said sharply to avoid coming off as weak. I’m still pissed as hell.

Luphelo: I once got an offer to go to work eDubai to be part of an

engineering team to build a casino phana. Yayazi they have amazing
buildings phana but I declined the offer because of our marriage. I didn’t
think it was fair to leave you and uKumkani. So now I contacted them and
they said the offer is still on the table. So I’m taking it.

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Is he really leaving? No fuck I’m angry but

I really thought I had time to deal with this. I didn’t expect him to leave me
alone like this.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: yeah. I’m telling you cos you’re the mother of my child and I…love
you. But if you still wanna divorce me you can fax the papers through I
won’t give you any hassles Ntikazi. I just want you to be happy and get rid
of me if it means you’ll be okay.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: yeah so that was it.

Me: congratulations Taka Kumkani.

Luphelo: enkosi.

-thank you.

We hugged. It was awkward ngoba we both wanted to hold on a bit longer

but we knew we couldn’t.

Me: uhamba nini?

-when are you leaving?

Luphelo: next week.

Me: okay.

Kumkani: Tata.

Luphelo: hm nyana?

He asked as he kissed his son who smiled.

Luphelo: bye bye Ncumo.

Me: bye.

Kumkani: bye bye Mama.

He said as he waved at me and all three of us waved. Luphelo finally

turned around and then he walked out with his son.

.
When I was alone, I watched TV and just buried myself in my sorrows. I
heard a knock on my door so I went to open the door. It was mommy. I
smiled when I saw her. Her face is so comforting.

Me: hey.

Mommy: hi angel.

She closed the door behind herself and locked. She had Woolworths
groceries. I can’t afford to buy Woolworths groceries as often ngoku ngoba
kalok I have no one to go 50/50 on my expenses with anymore. So I was
happy to get them from mommy who snuggled up next to me.

Mommy: are you okay mntanam?

Me: no.

Mommy: Ncumolwethu you have to start going out Kodwa mntanam. You
can’t do this to yourself.

Me: I am not good company Mama. Its like abantu aren’t taking my pain
seriously. uLuphelo really hurt me… Yazi being hurt by the person closest
to you is a different type of pain. Yey Mama ndimthandile lamntu and he
still cheated on me. And he seems to be doing fine anyway. So I’m doing
fine too.

Mommy: who said he’s doing fine?

Me: have you seen him lately? I thought he was going to fall apart-

Mommy: you told him to get himself together for uKumkani and that’s what
he is doing. Ufuna ntoni ku Luphelo Hlalumi?

-what do you want from Luphelo?

Me: I wanted him to suffer like he made me suffer. Yaz Mama other women
cheat right back but mna I’m choosing to just take a break ngoba I don’t
want to go around fucking random nigga’s for revenge. I’m not that cheap
so this is the only way I know how to deal. I feel like if I took him back I will
just wanna talk shit all the time. It won’t feel the same ngoba I’m livid.
She exhaled.

Mommy: Okay baby. Just don’t hurt yourself in the process ngoba you’re
pale.

Me: I know. Anyway he’s going to Dubai so yeah. I guess I should just
forget it. He’s gonna meet some bitch there and he’s gonna come back a
different man. Or he might even stay and never come back.

Mommy wiped her eyes. She could feel my pain.

Mommy: this is beyond me.

She said as she took out the chocolate ice cream and ate it whilst I chose
to drink the wine.

°° Luphelo’s perspective °°

I took uKumkani to the park so that we could play and eat a bit of ice cream
with Kungawo and Reid. Reid was still married whilst I was on the brink of a
divorce so we just sat on the see saw with our sons.

Reid: usaqhumbile uMajama fondin?

-is Majama still angry?

Me: qondile.

He exhaled.

Reid: hehay Njayam you got a different type of woman.

Me: into endiyazo mna is that she’s hurting as well and she just doesn’t
know how to handle it.

And I’m tired of begging ngoku mna Njayam. I love her but I’m really tired of
apologizing.

Yilento ndi qhonde ptsek mandiye Dubai mna.

Reid: you’re taking the offer?

Me: ewe. Andifuni niks. Andifuni mpundu. Andifuni cherrie. Basically

Njayam ndi allergic kwi mpundu. Eke ndabona impundu swear to God nzo
scream’a.

-I don’t want anything. I don’t want ass. I don’t want a girlfriend. Basically
I’m allergic to ass. If I see ass I’m going to scream.

He laughed.

Reid: Njayam thank you for not ratting me out through this entire thing
lawei. You’re a true friend.

Me: bingazo jika imeko fondin. So yeah… I don’t mind going down alone
cos it makes a man think.

-it wasn’t going to change the situation.

Reid: yeah but I feel like uLelethu knows. I don’t know why she’s still
staying.

Me: hay jonga you’re one lucky ass nigga. If I got a love back from uMkam I
will never fuck it up again cos that desire to have

Sex isn’t worth what I’m going through ngoku.

Reid: neither is it worth the guilt.

We exhaled.
Me: eke uHlalumi Jama Wandi Nika I love back Njayam nzoya ndi baleka
shame. Oko “Please

call: buya Mharu”. Akho need noba atye idata yakhe kum Njayam.

-if Hlalumi Jama ever gives me a love back I’m going there running. Even a
“Please call: come back Mharu”. There isn’t a need for her to spend her
data on me.

We laughed.

Reid: Please call: buya Taka Kumkani.

Me: Please call: buya myeni wam. I miss that love bruh. I fucked up.

Reid: charm’a lamntu abuye Jama Yinton ngathi awuyo Finisher?

-charm that person so she can come back why is it like you aren’t the
Finisher?

Me: it’s not that simple. But whatever is meant for you will come back to
you.

Reid: qondile.

He said as we continued playing and some kids wanted to use the seesaw.

Kid 1: sifuna udlala thina nibadala Nina thina singabantwana.

-we want to play you are grown we are children.

Me: hay nathi singa bantwana ko Mama bethu tyi.

-we are also children to our mothers.

Reid: tsh hambani nabaya oSwink. Sektheni ngoku?

-go there are swings.

Kid 2: mxm anisebabi.

-you’re so ugly.

Me: haike haike Subay hypocrite mntana ndin. Yafuna ndiku Nike phone
yam fote iselfie uzibone? Ungo phuli screen protector sam.

-do you want me to give you my phone so you can take a selfie and see
yourself? Don’t break my screen protector.

The kids and us started roasting one another and that was so childish but
yet therapeutic. I needed it. But deep inside that’s where the problem lies.
I’m dying.

°° Hlalumi’s perspective °°

I seldom get visits because I’m always working. Luphelo didn’t come back
no Kumkani ngoba he said he’s trying to spend as much time with his son
as he can before he goes to Dubai. I understood but still… Sleeping alone
hurts. The silence made me wonder if the cheating was really worth all of
this?

I heard a knock on the door so I went to open it. It was Tyrese. I was so
surprised to see him here.

Me: What?! No…!!

I said as I hugged him and he giggled.

Tyrese: hey Smiles.

Me: So this is why you asked me where I live?

Tyrese: yep. I’m here now.

Me: but why?

Tyrese: I wanted to be around Xhosa people.

Me: hehake.

Tyrese: mntakabawo.

I laughed. He has such a cute pronunciation of it.

Me: this is such a surprise.

I said as I locked the door and then he sat down on the couch. He gave me
a gift which were diamond earrings. I thanked him for it.

Tyrese: I figured you need something after you know… I exhaled.

Me: I hope you don’t think there’s a possibility for us to be together right?
Because I’m really not over my husband.

Tyrese: no relax. I’m just here to support you through this difficult time.

Me: yeah. Right. Where are you gonna stay?

Tyrese: I booked a hotel in Summerstrand.

Me: that’s nice.

I said as I bit my lip. I was trying to hold in the tears.

Tyrese: are you okay?

Me: Uhm… He’s moving to Dubai.

Tyrese: for good?

Me: I hope not. I guess he got tired of staying around. And I can’t even tell
him that I miss him cos it will seem like I’m trying to hold him back.
Tyrese: maybe that’s not such a bad thing Smiles.

Me: yeah. It’s the worst thing. I know I tripped about the divorce but it’s
like… I thought Luphelo and I had something solid you know? At first I
thought he wouldn’t cheat and he did that. Then I thought he would be
around and wouldn’t give up on us… And he did. Yey jonga I’m just going
through the most but ke I have work. I have a business to start. I will be
fine.

Tyrese: how about we go out? When last have you seen the sun? Or even
the stars?

Me: I’m good Tyrese. I just wanna stay in bruh. I will find myself again just
not now. And I wanna do this alone with no man to help me. I’m good.

I said as I hinted to him that if he came here for a relationship with me then
he can just forget it.

Insert 158 (Continuation) : Xola Mqikela

Starting a business is really not easy. You have to spend long hours
coming up with a functional business plan. You have to have all of your
elements ready in the correct order:

-Letter of introduction.

-Cover sheet.

-Executive summary.

-Table of contents.

-Contents of the plan.

-List of sources.

-Appendices.

All of those have to be there written well enough to not bore your potential
investors. Luphelo always told me he would help me with that but lol yeah. I
had to do it myself now. But it wasn't a train smash because having a
Harvard certificate in my name really helped to open a lot of doors for me
and helped me bag funding from investors. Julie was right. I wanted to start
a logistics business and once that is up and running, I would start to
manufacture construction materials and sell them at low prices. I wanted to
use the predatory pricing method just to affect Jama Constructions sales a
bit. But nah I decided against it ngoba Luphelo is about to get more money
in Dubai so he won't really care about that for now. Once he gets back
though, he will make a plan to recover those sales so I had to think with my
head and not with my anger.

.
°° a week later °°

I was woken up by uKumkani in the morning.

Kumkani: Mama. Mama.

He said in his adorable voice.

Me: heh butsolo bentonga?

Kumkani: Tata.

I exhaled.

Me: baby kalok u Tatakho akahlali nathi njena.

-your dad isn't staying with us.

He put his finger in his mouth. He doesn't understand what is going on.
Yena he just knows that something isn't right period. I took him and then
made breakfast for him and he ate. He walks now but he is too lazy to walk
ngoba he knows Mommy is his Uber so he will walk for a while and then lift
his hands up indicating that he wants me to pick him up.

I went to make our bed and then Kumkani and I took a bath. He kept
playing with his toys in the bathtub and I just cried whilst looking at him. I
felt like I failed him. I had allowed my personal feelings to affect his life and
now uKumkani was going to have to go for months without his beloved
father and he had no idea. Once we were done bathing, I dressed my baby
boy in his clothes that Daddy bought for him two weeks ago and he also
had a dope coat since winter was in.

Me: Semhle King Jay. Semhle baby boy!

I said as I tickled him and then he laughed so hard he started coughing.

Once he was recovered, I made his lunch and then we went to the car. I
was dropping him off at school so I played his favorite songs. He likes
those "farmer McDonald" songs and those "Humpty Dumpty" nursery
Rhymes yey ubangu mzali guys. Luphelo keh yena doesn't even give into
his requests for those songs. He just says "jonga Kumkani hamba Iya eBay
West nge walking ring yakho ukba ufuna ndi dlale lomculo kwi Porsche sizo
dibana phambili" which means "look Kumkani go to Baywest in your
walking ring if you want me to play that music in a Porsche. We will meet
ahead". But yet he is the favorite parent.

I arrived at Kumkani's creche and then met uLelethu there.

Lelethu: hey baby.

Me: hi mntase.

We hugged and then she kissed uKumkani while I side eyed uKungawo.

Me: wamosha umtshato wam wena trits.

-you ruined my marriage you trick.

Kungawo: ayazani nalonto mna.

-I don't know about that.

He said and I just burst out laughing. Kungawo is just crazy. Lelethu and I
went to put our kids inside and Kumkani cried when I left but Kungawo said
"afeketha mahn Ena zoyeka chomana nawe mna ajongisa". Which means
"you're such a baby I'm going to stop being your friend you draw attention
to me".

Lelethu and I burst out laughing so we decided to go out and eat breakfast
at Mugg and Bean.

It was the first time I have really been "out". We ordered our food and then
spoke over coffee.
By the way, coffee just doesn't taste the same after you have tasted
Starbucks coffee.

Lelethu: chomi you look so pale.

Me: lack of vitamin D.

Lelethu: lack of vitamin D's.

I laughed.

Me: mxm ptsek ke. But I have been locking myself endlini. You know this.

Lelethu: it's not healthy. Let's go out tonight.

Me: I can't. Luphelo is flying tonight so I suppose I'm going to cry my eyes
out...again.

Lelethu: yho ha.a you guys have pride. It's frustrating because he's falling
apart and you're falling apart too.

Me: Jama isn't falling apart bruh. He's okay.

Lelethu: I thought you knew him better than that. He's not okay. He's just
doing this for uKumkani.

Me: Lelethu I was contemplating forgiving him but yena he accepted an

offer to go to Dubai. I can't tell him I want him back now ngoba I'm going to
look selfish.

Lelethu: kalok you can have a long distance...

I gave her the stare of death and she bit her lip ngoba she understood.

Me: we can't have another long distance relationship. Its either he doesn't
go to Dubai or we just can't do it again Lethu ngoba shame I'm scared of
him cheating on me again and that whole thing angers me. I even took a
HIV test the other day and those nurses look at you like you're the
promiscuous one kanti ha.a. You're married to a cheater.
She exhaled.

Lelethu: I never thought I would see the day you and uFinisher break up
ngoba yey I have never seen such love between individuals. Hay jonga... I
am the biggest Stan you two have such that your love was so inspiring to
uReid and I although we have been together longer but wena no Luphelo
make time look like nothing. So please talk to him and let him know how
you feel.

Me: okay.

Lelethu: sure.

She said as our orders arrived and then we ate.

After seeing Lelethu, I went to work. I now work for Omega Constructions
as their Quantity Surveyor whilst I wait for my business to get off the
ground. I had to get money since I told uLuphelo not to worry about me. He
sent R6 000 for "child support" at first but I told him that amount was
ridiculous. Kumkani only needs like R1 500 for an entire month ngoba he
still buys

clothes, takes him out, pays school fees and yonke lonto kalok nam I'm
also a parent so I need to do my part. But I was appreciative of him as a
father yazi uLuphelo doesn't want to look like a dog in his son's eyes. He
really values his sons opinion of him and I think that it beyond adorable.

I was at work when uLuphelo called me.

Me: hey.

Luphelo: hi. uGrand?

Me: yeah. You?

Luphelo: ndi grand nam. So I am flying at 5 so I was wondering if maybe

bringing Kumkani would be a great idea? He might cry... And that's what
I'm worried about.

Me: so you don't wanna see him?

Luphelo: I do qha... I'm just afraid of how he's gonna react.

Me: okay. I won't bring him keh.

Luphelo: yeah. I will just see him e creche and then leave.

Me: okay.

Luphelo: sure.

Me: bye.

Luphelo: bye.

He hung up and then I went back to work. Tyrese texted me and asked me
if I wanna hang out after work but I told him ukuba I will be on old school
Drake mode tonight. Meaning ndizo gowa straight.

I called uLelethu and asked her to pick uKumkani up as well when she
picks uKungawo because I'm going to be late. She agreed so I checked the
time and drove to the airport. I went inside and then went looking for
uLuphelo who was still putting his bags in the conveyor belt. He had his
back turned towards me and I practiced the conversation in my head. What
should I call him to show that I want him back and that I'm willing to sit
down and work things out. Molo Tiyeka? Molo Jama. Molo Mharu? Molo
myeni wam? Molo Taka Kumkani? My heart was racing and my head was
scrambled.

Me: hi.

Was all I managed to say. Yet my head was clouded with so many straight
forward greetings. He turned around.

Luphelo: hey.

: How are you Luphelo? Are you okay? Do you really want this?

Me: hi.

Luphelo: uze no Kumkani?

-did you come with Kumkani?

: I came here for you. Because I feel guilty about the fact that you passed
up on an opportunity to go to Dubai for me but mna I forced you to accept
the Harvard thing. This isn't about uKumkani. This is about you and I. You
made your mistake

Ewe but that's literally one wrong thing you did in comparison to the many
things you did right in our marriage.

Me: uhm no.

Luphelo: Okay. Uzele ntoni?

-what did you come for?

: I just wish you wouldn't leave me Luphelo. I just wish you would stay here
in South Africa. It hurts that you aren't with me anymore. Our son asks for
you in the morning and it kills me to know that I have the power to change
all of this but I'm not using it. I need you Jama. The little things ebomini that
I go through make me realise ukuba I need you so much. You're everything
to me and sometimes even the best people in the world make mistakes
when they are in a particular situation. I want you back Tatekhaya I miss
going to sleep next to you and waking up next to you. I love you.
Me: I just came to wish you good luck.

Luphelo: oh... Okay. Enkosi Ncumo.

: Luphelo please read my mind sthandwa sam. You know me. Yhini na
somebody help me!!

Please!! Qamata interfere please he's leaving me!!

Me: anytime.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight 372A to
Johannesburg".

Luphelo: that's my flight. Take care Maka Kumkani. Undijongele unyana

wam. Let me know if something is wrong or if someone is threatening your
safety and I'll be back nge speed se China.

-look after my son.

: LUPHELO!!! Suhamba baby please don't leave me!!! Don't do this shit I
fucking love you oh God!! Bawo don't do this Jama oh yhini Tiyeka let's
work through our shit I won't survive without you!!

I giggled.

Me: okay sure. Bye bye.

Luphelo: bye.

He kissed my forehead and then he walked away to board his flight and I
watched him. My heart crashed into my soul.

.
.

Insert 159: Tracey Sithole

"Yes I love you, yes I need you

Ain't no world for me without you

I want you, I'm just too proud to beg". - Luther Vandross.

Were the words I heard on my way to Summerstrand. I was crying like a

baby. My heart was heavy with hurt. Soul was crushed. My chest was
aching and I have never needed God more than I did at that particular
moment. I need a miracle to help me get through this new phase of my life
that doesn't include uLuphelo. It's really funny how I was fine without him
but now that I got to experience his type of love, I am unable. I am
miserable without this man and it was just a tragedy. What was happening
between us was so tragic ngoba we love one another unconditionally but
the pride between us was just too astronomical. I thought about the

freestyle he dropped for me and I suppose uLuphelo lied when he said his
pride will only exist once the issues between him and I are sorted. I just
started wondering what about us was even true anymore. Because
everything I thought we were was all just one big fat lie.
I was stopped on the side of the road by a traffic officer. I pulled over and
then pressed down my window. I turned down the volume and looked at
him.

Him: Molo sisi.

Me: hi bhuti.

A look of concern was on his face when he made eye contact with my
eyes.

Him: Uyayazi ukuba uhamba ngo 120 in an 80 zone?

-do you know that you are going 120 in an 80 zone?

I swallowed.

Me: no I wasn't aware bhuti. But uhm give me my ticket. It's fine.

Him: u Right?

I inhaled deeply but the tears just fell.

Me: umyeni wam usando hamba. I tried to tell him how I felt but God... I
tried but the words just weren't coming out and naye he was looking at me
to say something but I didn't.

-my husband just left.

Him: call him kalok sisi-

Me: I can't. He's going to Dubai and we broke up ngoba he cheated on me

while I was away. Now wouldn't it be ironic if I tell him I want us to be
together sikwi same long distance relationship that got us here in the first
place? And I also don't want to make him give up this opportunity. It's not
fair on him.

He exhaled.
Him: it's also not fair to decide sisi. Let him decide. So I won't give you a
ticket but please... Be safe vha. You can't drive so fast whilst you're crying.
You'll make an accident and you won't be able to get him again.

I smiled.

Me: enkosi bhuti.

I said as I wiped my face.

Him: sure sis wam.

He said as he backed away from my car and then he walked away. I

started my car and then I drove away.

I arrived eSummerstrand and then I called uLelethu. She answered.

Lelethu: hm?

Me: I'm outside. Please bring uKumkani.

Lelethu: andiyo ou yakho ptsek suzenza ingathi uya check'a.

-I'm not your boyfriend don't act like you're here to check me.

Me: Lelethu. I'm not in the mood please.

Lelethu: okay. I'm coming.

She said before I hung up. She came out after like 4 minutes and then
came into my car no Kumkani who was sleeping now so I held him.

Lelethu: Hlalumi ha.a no bruh this shit is not okay. Have you seen yourself?
Me: ndizoba right mahn Lelethu.

-I'll be alright.

Lelethu: uthethile no Finisher?

-did you talk to the Finisher?

Me: I tried okay. Qha Lelethu I really don't want to make him not go to
Dubai ngoba I know... The old Luphelo would drop everything for me. I
can't do that to him. I just have to love him from a distance ngoku. He'll
always be a part of my life as uTaka Kumkani but other than that...we will
have to see.

Lelethu: I hope uJama meets a woman eDubai that's got more common
sense than fucking pride. I love you but ha.a Hlalumi. Le pride yamaCethe
neyo Butsolo Bentonga is so deep that you're willing to lose one another
over communication.

Me: yazi Lelethu wena you don't understand. No really you don't
understand. I love uLuphelo more than my own life and that's where the
problem lies. Do you think it's easy to admit ukba without him this is how I
look? Do you think it's easy to admit ukba ever since he left I have never
finished a meal? I can't sleep. I'm tired. When last have I went shopping?
Andina Mali Lelethu! I need to get my shit together kuqhala before I can go
back to him or kanye I'm

doomed. I took his cheating the hardest because I truly love him and that's
what abantu don't understand. You all think I'm dramatic kanti no I'm not.
I'm just wounded cos I'm starting to think he doesn't love me the same as I
love him.

She exhaled. She understood.

Lelethu: I'm sorry.

I wiped my tears.
Me: I would rather die than to crawl Lelethu. And you aren't going to tell him
how I feel. Please. I will speak up someday. Just not today.

Lelethu: I respect that.

Me: moja. Bye bye. Thanks for looking after my son.

Lelethu: bye. It's a pleasure baby.

She kissed my warm forehead, shook her head and then walked out.

°° Luphelo's perspective °°

My international flight was scheduled for tomorrow in the morning at 09: 00

am so I still had time in Johannesburg. I was so agitated in the plane ngoba
I just wanted to be alone, locked up in a hotel room with my thoughts.
Cheating is a serious crime. I never thought it would result to this. I have
done it so many times in the past by having multiple women I was fucking
at the time. Well, they thought it was cheating but mna I considered it as
"weighing my options". But whenever I would get caught, they would get
mad, I would discredit the testimony of the witness and life would carry on.
But not with uHlalumi Jama. She's smarter than any woman I have been
with. Better. Prettier. Funnier. And I love her man.

Living without her has been hell. I'm barely surviving. I thank God for every
single day when I can get shit done without breaking down and crying. I
need to eat twice as much food now just to make sure I don't lose weight
and make it obvious to everyone that I'm going through shit. I'm such a
failure as a man that it becomes really hard to look at uKumkani in the eyes
knowing ukba I'm the reason why he no longer gets to wake up next to
Mommy and Daddy. I hate myself bruh. Honestly. But if ever given the
chance to be with her again I'm never cheating again. She's literally the
only woman I want. The only woman I need and I hope she will still be
single when I come home.
I arrived at the hotel I was going to stay in, checked in and then I went
straight to the bed. I ordered room service, took a shower and then wore
my sweatpants whilst topless. I looked in the mirror and at least my abs
were still there. Shot. If it left me too haike haike bendizo ncama.

I heard a knock on the door so I went to open it. It was my room service
brought by a female who smiled when she saw me.

Her: Hi Luphelo.

Akase qave lomntu. I don't even know her.

Me: hey.

Her: awusandi khumbuli?

-don't you remember me?

Me: no.

Her: ndim uGcogco. We went to school together. Remember you were the
worst headboy we ever had mntkbw. You would create strikes every time
we approach a long weekend to extend the holiday.

Me: oh yeah. Good times. Enkosi. Ufuna Malin for i tip?

-how much do you want for a tip?

I asked as I opened my wallet. She was so disappointed in how I wasn't

eager to hold a conversation with her. People don't understand that I'm not
rude I'm just trying to wrap up conversations faster so that I won't get
emotional.

Her: R50-

Me: Nantsi R200. Thank you.

I said as I paid her and then I took my food and closed the door in her face.
I ate my food whilst playing Miguel's "Sure thing" on repeat and then I
started drinking. I drank so much that I became Drake'd out. I took my
phone and then I called my wife. She was on voicemail but I left one.

Me: Hlalumi Yinton lento siyenzayo bruh? Yinton ubizwa kwayo? Fuck my
pride and fuck yours fondin I love you and I know you love me too qha siya
phambana fondin. Hay hay Hlalumi ndifuna ugoduka mna. Mabhebheza
ndifuna ubuya mna mnqund we Abu Dhabi I want you and I want
uKumkani. I want us to work on your business together and I will do
whatever you want just please take me back Ndiyakcela Machizama.

uZiyanda was nothing to me and I learnt my lesson there will never be a

third person in our marriage again. I will watch your boring movies from
now on. I will act excited ke when you grow your nails. I'll act excited when
your order for your make up arrives or whatever. I'll pretend

you can sing ke baby hell you're the best singer in our relationship ndim
lona ungakwazi ucula baby. I'll make sure I come home earlier. I will let you
wear my clothes ke... Even my favorite ones. I will change Majama just give
me a chance cos this hurts bruh. You might think I'm doing fine just
because on the outside I look like I'm still in one piece but if only you
knew... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry but I wanna come home Hlalumi.
Ndivumele Ntikazi.

I ended off the voicemail and hoped ukba she would hear it. I hope she
comes back to me before I go to Dubai tomorrow.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

I was at home, studying while uKumkani rode my back.

Me: Kumkani you're scaring me. Uzofuza u Tatakho wena.

-you're going to take after your Dad.

Kumkani: hay.

Me: don't you wanna be like Daddy?

Kumkani: hay.

Me: mnk uyenzani crush yam?

-what are you doing to my crush?

I asked as I kissed uKumkani.

Me: but you're my crush ngoku Lil man. Awubaweli uncedisa uMama?
Khazi ghulise so I can tell u Tatakho awukho right and then he has to come
back.

-don't you want to help Mommy? Act sick so I can tell your dad you aren't
alright.

Kumkani: hay.

Me: mxm.

I said as I heard a knock on the door. As I climbed off the bed I knocked my
phone down with my knee and then I picked it up. It now had a scratch
across the screen. Yes, it has a screen protector but I'm such a meticulous
person that was going to bother me so I took my phone and then I went to
answer the door whilst uKumkani was on my hip. It was Tyrese. Xowam
lomntu what's he doing here? ♀ ♀

°° Tyrese's perspective °°
She smiled when she saw me standing behind her door. I looked at her son
who had a gangster facial expression. He is only a year old but he's
intimidating as hell. He must take it after his father.

Me: Hey.

Smiles: hi. What are you doing here? I thought I told you that I would be
busy.

Me: I knew you were lying Smiles. It's not healthy for you to be alone so
much.

She sighed.

Smiles: I know but it would be even more helpful if everyone stopped

treating me like I'm on my death bed.

She said as she walked to the couch and I followed her. I closed the door
behind us and then I went to sit down next to her and King.

Me: we're just concerned Smiles. I'm sorry if I seem pushy but I'm really
here as a friend. I would never expect you to just switch off the love you
have for a man you married but I'm really urging you to live. I don't want
you to lose yourself.

Smiles: as long as you understand that I'm still in love with him then good.

Me: yeah.

King leaned in and slapped me. This kid is strong fam.

Smiles: Kumkani!! Hayi Jama hay hayi!! Yintoni lento uyenzayo?

-what are you doing?

She give him the two fingers and he cried. I thought he was acting. How
you gonna slap so hard and cry over two fingers?

Smiles: I'm sorry Tyrone Yaz uKumkani thinks he's the man of the house.
I laughed.

Me: iss' okay. But put him in some karate club or some. He would be good.

Smiles: I'll leave that to his Dad. But I want him to be in a MMA club cos it's
very attractive to have a man who isn't scared of anyone. Like uLuphelo is
that type... He once hit this other guy

with a belt for disrespecting him and haike. That was so sexy. And he's
very impatient he doesn't tolerate disrespect from other men. Like he's so
intimidating when he's angry he just had that thing. Sometimes he won't
even speak to a man he'll just look at you and you'll know you should watch
your mouth.

I fake giggled. Wow.

Me: I can only imagine.

Smiles: yeah. Let me go put uKumkani to sleep ke and then when I come
back I'm gonna tell you more stories.

Me: can't wait.

I said sarcastically but she didn't catch it. Did she really think I wanna hear
more about her husband? But I had to listen just so that she could trust me
because I wanted to have a shot with her. I like this woman so much.

She went upstairs so I chilled and examined the living room. She's done
pretty well for herself.

23. Apartment. Merc. When I was 23 I was still at home but it's part of the
process. You can't rush everything. You need to ebb so that you can flow
sometimes but I was just giving credit where its due. Her husband surely
gave her a push in the right direction.

I saw her phone so I took it. I remembered her telling me her man's
birthday so I punched in his birthday as her password.
2109 was incorrect but 0921 was correct so I went to her WhatsApp. Saw
nothing interesting and then I went to her messages. She had a voicemail. I
listened: "Hlalumi Yinton lento siyenzayo bruh? Yinton ubizwa kwayo? Fuck
my pride and fuck yours fondin I love you and I know you love me too". His
voice was familiar. It's her husband's voice so I panicked and deleted the
voicemail. I then went to her iPhone settings and reversed all her voicemail
set up settings such that her voicemails wouldn't go out either. I don't know
why I thought that was a good idea since they can call each other and
make things work but still... Any offense I can put up against them was
good enough.

I heard her footsteps so I put her phone down and then acted like I ain't
done shit.

°° Hlalumi's perspective °°

Tyrese occupied my mind for the two hours that he was there. I don't think
him and I could ever become something but hey... I needed the distraction
so I told him I would try to go out more often just to get some colour back
onto my skin.

After he left, I had this void in my heart that needed to be filled by my lost
one. I decided to follow the advice of the traffic officer and give him a
choice. We would work on the distance thing but this time around we would
try to do better. But I wasn't going to allow him to decline the offer because
of me twice. He was going to do him as well like he has allowed me to do
me.

I went to my room and drank wine whilst playing Tamia's "Still". I had all
these romantic songs playing in the background to help bring my emotions
to the forefront. And of course... The wine. That helps too to eliminate the
pride that existed between him and I.
I couldn't call him ngoba I was afraid I would chicken out. And he no longer
had WhatsApp. A SMS would be too impersonal. I want him to hear me.
Hear my tone. Hear my pain. I wanted him to understand that I love him
and that no one else can ever take his place in my life. So I decided to
leave a voicemail.

Me: Mharu... I knew I'm gonna cry but ke I didn't expect to cry just by
calling your name. I'm sorry for calling you a dog when I found out what you
did. The disrespect... I was just hurt but ke you could never be a dog. I'm
sorry. I'm just... Miserable without you. I'm trying to get through everyday
but days are so much longer without you I'm like haibo... This isn't living
bruh. Our prides are gonna kill us if we aren't careful. We could lose each
other if we aren't careful... And I don't wanna lose you. When I came to the
airport... I wanted to ask you to come home to me. But it would be so
selfish to want you to pass up on this offer ngoba I know you would... But
also... I'm scared of being cheated on again if we have a long distance
relationship. But I'm willing to try... For you... I'm willing. So if you haven't
left South Africa please let me know mfo wakwa Jama. Mqocwa. Zikhali
Mazembe. Jojo... Wena Tiyeka. Ndithanda wena Butsolo Bentonga. I'm
leaving this voicemail ngoba I'm scared of repeating what happened
eAirport I know you always answer your business phone but you leave your
personal phone off to think at night. I do too. So yeah... I love you. And
please come home Ngcolosi.

I ended it and then exhaled. I hope he gets it. I was really excited.