There are many evil people out there. Some of them draw happiness from sadness of other people. The more they make other people’s lives a living hell is the more they get emotional and psychological satisfaction. Those kinds of people will go at all length to make sure you do not have peace of mind in your life. I really don’t understand why would a normal person on rejoice on other people’s misery. Maybe they are not normal. No normal person can sleep at night knowing some child out there is going thru hell because of them. We live in a mafaratlhatlha world I am telling you. Seeing a dead cat in front of our kitchen door almost sent me to heaven prematurely. A cat is not just a cat in our black culture, especially a black one. Most of us believe that a black cat is used for night duties. The one in front of me was worse because it was bloodied. It was quite clear that someone was sending a clear message to us. It’s time like that that you ask yourself “where is God when I need Him most?”. I felt like God was failing me. I didn’t understand why I had to go thru such crab at my age. I was just a young girl trying to find happiness in my life. Mpho was my happiness and I didn’t understand such evil drama in my life. Mpho came running. I couldn’t move because my legs were frozen. He had a baseball bat in his hand. When did a baseball bat become a weapon mara? He asked “what is wrong my love?”. I couldn’t even point at the dead cat in front of me. My fingers were frozen. I was terrified. I was scared. Luckily Mpho saw it. He went “what the hell? Who the heck threw this thing here? No no no no no this is going too far now”. He gently walked me to the lounge. He sat me on the couch and gave me a glass of water. He went “I will call the security guards or cleaners to come take that thing and throw it away. Whoever threw it in my yard has serious beef with me. I don’t have time for this crap nxa”. Ja private schools are very dangerous. There I was thinking about the best sangomas in town to investigate the cat and Mpho thought it was a mere ‘beef’.
Typically, a black person would freak out after seeing a bloodied cat. My Mpho was more pissed than freaked. I went “babe, there is something I didn’t tell you. I have been getting funny calls. Last night I got another one while you were busy in the study. The person told me he wanted to marry me and that he would do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. I think he wants to kill you”. Mpho didn’t look disturbed by what I told him. Instead of getting worried he told me he wanted to make a call to his father. Cheeseboys are daddy’s girls. He made a call to his father and explained everything that happened. They spoke for more than an hour. He even went outside. That’s how deep their conversation was. He looked very strained after the call. He went “my father and uncle will sort everything. I will speak to the security guards at the gate to have their eyes open at all times. We won’t take any risks. About going to school, I will have to drop and fetch you everyday. You are my wife now. It is my duty to protect you”. He was right. A man must protect his family. To my surprise, I never received any funny calls from the mysterious guy. Two days after the black cat matter I received a call from Marcus who was back from Limpopo to tell me that the guy who dropped the car came to fetch it. It sounded like a script from a movie. When I called JT to ask about her friend she told me his phone had been off for two days. She went to his place and there was no one there. I asked Mpho what he did to stop the mystery calls I was getting. He went “my dad has money. When you have money you can do miracles with it. All I can say is you and I will never be bothered by anyone going forward. From Monday I will personally drive you to school”. I don’t wanna lie, I was relieved. I was also happy that no one suspected my mom of any wrongdoing regarding the gogo’s death. Everything was back to normal in my life and I had Mpho to thank for that. We spent the whole week indoors. It was one of the best weeks in my life. I loved Mpho’s dick. I enjoyed talking to him.
True to his word, he drove me to school on Monday. He wanted to make sure I was safe. He dropped me at TUT and then drove to work. He told me to text him an hour before my last class ends. He didn’t want to be late. I told him not to rush because I wanted to spend some time in Marcus. I wanted to discuss the issue of permanently moving to Mpho’s place with Marcus. I knew lobola was paid and everything but it was only fair to show some respect to a man who gave me shelter for free. When I got to his office he appeared very busy. His face beamed with happiness when he saw me. He went “you look all mature hey. Marriage life is good for you”. I smiled and thanked him. I told him about my plans to move out and he gave me his blessings. He went “I really wanted us to do things according to our tradition but the situation back at home was not fine. All you need to do is to talk your mother and then you are free to go”. I didn’t care much about culture and stuff at that stage. All I wanted was to move in with a man who paid lobola for me. I was not a Letsoalo anymore. Mpho called to tell me he was on his way. I think he didn’t feel safe with me being alone. I told Marcus I would go straight to the house to fetch my clothes and other stuff. Mpho and I drove to Marcus’ house. I took all my clothes. It was an emotional affair for me. I was leaving the place I called home for months. The house had so many memories for me. I remembered how I did the do with Marcus. I remembered how I threw a party for my friends. I remembered how Pulane and Zee slept with Marcus right under my nose. Life is so funny. The man who acted as a father to me was dating my mom. The very same man slept with my friends. No wonder we are not getting enough rain. God is angry at the world. After taking all my stuff we headed to our house. I was both happy and sad. Sad about leaving my old life and happy I was starting a new one. Only few married or divorced people talk nicely of marriage. The rest will tell you 9-9 that marriage is not pap and vleis.
On our way to Midrand Mpho asked if I had given the date of our wedding a thought. I told him I had not and he went “you need to find a wedding planner as soon as possible. We have to wed next month. We don’t have a reason to wait, do we?”. I shook my head. I started fantasizing about my wedding day. I wanted the best wedding ever. I told him I would start searching for a wedding planner the following day. When we got to the house I went to the balcony to have a view of the golf course. I remembered the bad old days when I used to think having a one bedroom flat in Sunnyside was the ish. I remembered how landlords used to lock the doors because one delayed paying rent by two days. There I was standing on the balcony of a beautiful house I called mine. God will bless you when you least expect. I couldn’t wait to boast to all hoes who thought my life would end on the streets. I so wished Maite was still alive to see me so happy. She would probably die of jealousy. Mpho came to join me at the balcony with a glass of wine and vodka for himself. Yes, my man was drinking my favourite vodka. I think he gave me wine because he wanted to have some that night. He made it clear that he wanted to have a baby with me. When you are married to a man who wants baby condom becomes a taboo. He kissed me and said “I love you my wife”. A man can call you all sorts of things – from babe to chocolate but nothing beats hearing your man calling you “my wife”. I was so wowed when he said that. I went “I love you too my husband. You are the best thing in my life right now”. We had a 5 minutes kiss right by the balcony. I wished there was someone to capture the moment for us. We put our glasses down and headed to the garage. At first I thought he wanted us to go for a drive. It was only when I looked at his pants that I realized he wanted to do things married people do. I was like “ah babe, in the garage? Why here?”. He shyly said “you are my wife now. We will do it everywhere. This is our house. We must shag everywhere”. I loved the sound of his words. My bae was so kinky. “Should I take my clothes off?” I asked him playfully.
“Mpho, Mpho, Mpho wee…..” a female voice called.
You are probably mad at me for starving you. I really understand and take the blame. I am sure you have noticed things haven’t been fine since Jan. The Sharon Letsoalo blog went down and I started posting here. Thing is things got messed up badly and the posting schedule got disturbed. You know I enjoy writing and would never stop writing for no reasons. I don’t wanna share the problems here because some readers swear at me. Those who wanna know and interested to help can inbox me (here or my personal account) and we’ll engage. Shem I missed you hle.