I was born on the same month as Mqhele. He’s a Leo too, not that he knows what that is.
But I’m a Virgo, I was born on the last week of August. Hlomu is a Virgo too, at least she knows what that is.
We went to Mbuba for the past two weekends. It wasn’t negotiable, I was just told to pack more dresses because we are “going home”.
These women, all of them, they become totally different people when they’re there. No glam, no diva-ness, nothing. They become wives, rural wives.
It was Zandile and Nkosana’s membeso. Although I didn’t understand it much, it was a beautiful ceremony, except for the creepy old man who kept looking at me like I was meat.
There was a time where he touched my bum when I walked past him. I was so grossed I almost cried. I also had to serve him food and he ran his hand up my arm when I gave him the plate. I felt……violated. I wanted to get out of there right at that moment.
Qhawe noticed I was upset and asked what was going on. I told him the whole story. He was angry! He wanted us to leave there and then but I told him not to cause a scene, for Zandile and Nkosana’s sake.
He was still angry at night. He left me in our room and went to calm himself down somewhere I think.
I only saw him later when we were preparing for dinner and a little surprise we had planned for Zandile. He seemed to have calmed down.
The old man was Zandile’s father. He died in his sleep that night and we had to go back again last weekend to bury him. That was probably my maternal ancestors bewitching his pervert ass, my mother was from Limpopo you know.
And so, I turn 30 tomorrow. Qhawe arrived on Friday and I know he’s up to something. He’s been on the phone non-stop for the past two days.
He’s upstairs and I’m making him breakfast because you know, that’s how I roll now.
I did what he asked me to do. I went and bought furniture for that house. But it was only three beds, couches and a fridge. I need more time. Tshedi said she was going to make time to come here and help me shop. She said I must tell him that we need half-a-million. Who needs that much for just furniture? And besides, nobody lives there so we don’t have to go all out.
We’re staying indoors today. It’s a great Saturday morning.
There’s a knock on the door.
Who could that be?
Qhawe is going to freak out because he told those security guards at the gate never to let anyone in here without calling.
But whoever that is, is here now, I might as well open.
“Naledi,” he says pushing me aside and walking in.
Someone kill me now! Please murder me!
Where’s my phone? Oh shit! I left it upstairs!
“You’re cooking, good, because I’m hungry. You’ve done well with this house. The last time I was here there was no TV stand,” he says making himself comfortable.
“Yes, bring me some water, I’m tired. I left home very early. It took me seven hours to get here, I’m getting really old,” he says.
Everything inside me is shaking. What am I going to do about that man upstairs?
“I didn’t know you were coming,” I say putting a glass of water in front of him.
“Why? Can’t I surprise my youngest daughter on her birthday?”