“Have a beautiful weekend fam”
The sooner people learn that some friends are only in their lives to cause havoc the better. Problem with us good people is that we tend to trust too much. You meet some stranger and out of the blue you become best buddies because you have similar dress sense and love Ice Tropez. Couple of weeks down the line you start sharing dark secrets and problems with them because we think they are our best friends. How many people have been betrayed by people they regarded as best friends? Some of them are so good at pretending you end up treating them like your siblings only for them to stab you in the back when you least expect. That is the fucked up world we live in. I met Eunice at the time when I thought I was going to die. Together we survived what many girls wouldn’t have lived to tell the tale. The whole ordeal brought us closer. The shock I experienced when I saw her with the guy who had a gun at my wedding was bigger than the ego of a slay queen after receiving a Brazilian weave from her married boyfriend. She looked at me without feeling any shame. I asked what she was doing with that guy next to my house. She went “can’t you see I am here to fetch my stuff? I am going back to KZN. Thanks for your hospitality”. I felt so powerless and defeated. The trusting me got screwed again. It was all my fault for bringing someone I barely knew in my life. My mom asked what was going on and I couldn’t answer. I was shocked to the limit. Eunice got in the car and they drove off. The gun guy didn’t even say a thing to me. He was just smiling nje. The whole thing was confusing me. In my mind I thought Mpho was poisoned by his family. On the other hand the association of Eunice with people who tried to sabotage my wedding raised eyebrows. I kept asking myself what business she was doing with that guy and why she stayed in my house and pretended to be my friend. I had questions but answers dololo. My grandmother once told me the only person I should trust is the one having a permanent residence at the cemetery. Her words echoed in my ears as I saw Eunice and gun man disappear in front of my eyes.
I didn’t have time to explain everything to my mom. When we got in the house I found my bags packed. Some ugly girls were cooking in my kitchen. They were cooking pap and bacon. I asked what was going on and they told me I only had 10 minutes to pack my bags and leave. I told them it was my house and one of them said “does this place look like Limpopo to you? We are trying to be nice to you neh but if you push us we will physically remove you. Take your stinking stuff and head to your mother’s house. Finally, you are not welcome at Mpho’s funeral. If you come we will bury you alive. It’s not a threat, just a friendly warning”. I wanted to fight them but Marcus told me it was not worth it. I headed to the bedroom and they followed me. All my clothes were not in my closet. When I went back downstairs I noticed some girl was wearing my leggings. Nxa she didn’t even have curves to fill them. Everything looked like a scene from Mzansi Wethu movie. I felt like I was starring in a low budget movie. Unfortunately for me it was not fiction, it was reality. I was being kicked out of the house I shared with the man I loved with all I had. It was clear Dick was still in hospital because there was no sign of him in the house. The vultures from North West had taken over. I wondered where Dick’s wife was. She was probably shopping the storm out in Sandton not worrying about anything. That’s what happens when you marry a slay queen with brains smaller than her nails. We packed my things in the car and headed back to Phillip Nel. I asked my mom why i was always followed by back luck. Before my mom could answer Marcus said “Go read the book of Ezekiel 18 in the Bible my daughter. You are paying for the sins of your parents. You must ask your mother what she did for you to be this way. It is not your fault”. I looked at my mom expecting her to say something but she remained silent. I think Marcus touched a nerve.
When we got to Phillip Nel Marcus told me he knew a very good lawyer to help me with the way Mpho’s family was treating me. I told him I didn’t have any energy to deal with lawyers. I switched my phone off and rushed to the bedroom to sleep. I had a very weird dream during my sleep. Mpho was wearing white clothes walking with me somewhere in Durban. Eunice saw us and Mpho disappeared. When I asked Eunice what happened she counted to five with her fingers. I asked why she was doing that and she told me I as too stupid to understand. After couple of seconds she too disappeared into thing hair. While I was standing there not knowing what to do I heard a cry of a baby. I looked around but i couldn’t see the baby. I was woken up by Marcus. He told me I had visitors. I asked what time it was and he told me it was after 7 in the morning. I was glad I managed to sleep the whole night despite the fact that I was under tremendous pressure of mind. I asked if he knew the visitors and he shook his head. I changed clothes and headed downstairs. When I got there I found a lady that looked 4 or 5 years older than me. She was with a kid that looked 3 to 5. I asked her who she was and what she wanted. Instead of answering she started crying. I assumed she was one of people who did business with Mpho. I asked Marcus where my mom was and he told me she went to Mamelodi. The lady cried for over 10 minutes without uttering a word. I offered her a glass of water to calm her down. It was a bit awkward because I was the one who had crying rights. After drinking water she wiped her tears and offered her condolences. I was not interested in her condolences, I wanted to know what she wanted from me. She took a deep breath and dropped a bombshell in my ears. “I came here because I knew you would understand. When I found out I was pregnant to Mpho his aunt threatened to kill me. She gave me money to terminate and disappear. Mpho didn’t know I was pregnant. I told one of his cousins and that is how that witch knew about it. I took the money but never terminated. I dumped Mpho for no reason. He got so heartbroken he didnt date for years. That woman is very dang….”. I stopped her before she could continue. I looked at her kid and something didnt seem right. The kid didnt look like Mpho at all. Something in me told me the lady was up to something. She was probably sent by that wicked family.
I stood up and told her to leave the house. Our noise grabbed Marcus’ attention from upstairs. He came running to investigate why we were making noise. I told him what the lady said and he went “what proof does she have to show she was in Mpho’s life? After everything we went thru you can’t trust any random stranger”. The lady took out her phone and handed to me. She told me to go through her pictures and open the folder named ‘Mphoradise’. I opened the folder and found many pictures of her and Mpho. They looked so in love. She asked me to also check her Whatsapp and search for a contact named Loove. I did and found hundreds of chats between. The last chats were from Mpho begging the lady not to dump him. If it was possible to use nails to dig a grave I would have done so at that moment. I was so shocked and heartbroken I didnt know what to do or to say. I was disappointed Mpho never told me about the girl. If she was that important to him he was supposed to tell me. I felt betrayed. I asked the girl what she wanted from me and she said “I want nothing. I am just here to support you because I am feeling the pain you are feeling. I never stopped loving him. I want us to go thru this pain together”. I tried to keep calm but deep inside I was boiling. I looked at the girl and her brat and told them to leave me alone. Marcus told me to calm down. How the hell does a person expect you to come down when you just discovered that your late husband has a kid? I thought Piet Jnr was the only person Mpho made on earth. I told the girl to leave the house and never come back. As I was shouting I developed pains in my belly. Marcus asked if I was okay and I told him to leave me alone because he didnt care about me. When the lady saw I was in pain she took her kid and left. Marcus offered me a glass of water. I took one sip and the pain became worse. He asked if he should take me to hospital and I told him I will be fine. I tried to lie on my back but the pain became sharper. I felt as if someone was trying to stretch my uterus. My mom appeared from the door with the sangoma she once took me to in Mamelodi. I think my mom spent more on sangomas than on my brother and I. I think they were taking her money via stop order. She was so addicted to them. When she saw me lying on the coach with tears in my eyes she dropped her handbag and ran to me.
“What is wrong my baby? Did those Tswana witches tr…..oh wait, Sharon you are bleeding from your ….”