The shorts: All for you – Part 4


Later that afternoon, there was a knock at their front door. Usually the people that came to their house used the back door to the get assistance. Mpho opened the door and there was this woman who just stood there staring at him. A few moments passed and then she asked if his mom was home. He let her in and she started looking around like she was searching for something.

Their mom stopped dead in her tracks after locking eyes with the woman standing in the middle of her family room like she owned it; as she came in from the kitchen.
“So this is where my husband’s money went. You really put your vagina to good use and he just could not get over it. You really can shake it neh, where is he, where is my husband hiding? You milked him and now you left his kids without a father, and he just followed you to hell for this mixed bag sperms. What did you do with my husband and who know how many more families you racked to get this house and those two little bitches, at least him I know, but these two, I wonder. And oh yah I know about your business and how you spice it up to keep them coming back to this hell hole.”
The woman was stamping and throwing arms around like she was crazy.

Mpho had heard enough and took her by the hand and pulled her towards the door. He pushed her out and she fell onto her knees. When she stood up Mpho was still standing in the door. “Did that bitch of a mother tell you your father was a married man with four kids already? Did she, did she?” the woman was screaming so loud.
“Get the fuck out of our yard before I call the police. No one speaks to my mother like that stupid. And yes I know who my father is and he left you because you are a psychotic bitch and had had enough of your foul mouth. And guess what, he is coming back next week for his kids. He had just completed renovations at his new place. So get going; get the hell out of here and stay away from us stupid!”
Mpho creamed back and pushed her out the gate, he then lock it behind her.

When he got back into the house, he found his mother in tears on the sofa alone. He comforted her and apologized for all the noise. Koketso and Gontse were in Gontse’s room while she was packing, crying and swearing.
” This is why I never liked it here, I should have not came back, I am sorry sis but this has gone way too far .”
She phoned her boyfriend to come pick her up. Koketso cried the whole night after her sister told her she was never coming back. For the first time in her life, her family unit was really falling apart, all because of some strange woman. She has been around strangers all her life and never saw them as a threat to her family unit.


The shorts: All for you – Part 3

Koketso found herself drawn to the books in the office and as inquisitive as she was, she slowly started doing the exercises in them and enjoyed the challenge. Mr Meyer noticed notes left on his desk some times and some were in French. They had equations and pointers to some of the problems in his masters text books and some were answers to exercises.

Mr Meyer took Koketso home one day to talk to her mom about what he found on his desk. She was so scared out of her mind not knowing what she had done wrong. All she could think of was the workbooks she took from the storeroom without permission a month earlier, after hiding in the library all day after her teacher shouted at her for reading some novel that was not related to any school work.

Upon arrival, Koketso ran straight to her room and came back in tears with those books, which were for her grade’s next term work, and a big file on top of them. She was crying and apologising for not asking first for the books. She showed Mr Meyer what she did with them, and all her work was in the file; there were some improvements on some of the contents of the workbooks.

Lesego did not understand why her child was crying for doing her school work, what she did not realize was that her daughter had completed her whole year’s school work in just one term. Koketso had also written more examples of the work which were more fun and easy to understand.

But Mr Meyer was not there for that surprise, he showed Lesego the more complex equations that Koketso had done and they were from his masters degree text books which he brought along. He was busy explaining how some of his co-learners could not understand the work yet and her daughter who was still in primary school had solved them.

They watched Koketso go to her room again and returned with four more files. She told the two adults in the room that were looking at her as though she was crazy, that she only did those because she had nothing else to do and the work in the bigger books looked more fun than what she was doing in class. She showed them that she had also translated some of the work into French.Mr Meyer and Lesego were left white faced.

In May while other kids at Koketso’s school were writing their mid-year exams, she was writing her finals for grade 7, she was to start with grade 8 in the third term. Goitsemang was home at the end of her first semester, and their mom had organised a little family lunch to celebrate Koketso’s amazing talent. Lesego had closed her business for that day and it was just the four of them and they were happy to finally be alone as a family. Goitse was the happiest of them all and loved every moment she was with her mom.

The shorts: All for you; Part 2

For the next two week Mpho was frilled like a convict, and when he returned home he was as straight as an arrow and started helping his mom more around the house. Goitsemang was hardly home after writing her grade 12 exams. One evening while preparing herself to go out, her younger sister came into her room and sat on the bed and watched her attentively.

Koketso sat there for ten minutes without a word, then she asked her sister some innocent questions that lead to the big question and the real why she was there in the first place. Koketso was just 11 then but her mind worked like that of a 25 year old. She was very good with figures and enjoyed French more than any other additional language offered at her school.

Even with her big brains, she was taken aback by her sister’s answer to why she hated their mom. Goitse told Koketso that she did not hate their mother, but was embarrassed by her business of selling alcohol and always having to clean up after her customers. She also told her that she dressed in skimpy clothes sometimes because she hated how some of the customers looked at her and sometimes try to touch her bum.

Goitse said she wanted their mom to throw them out, but each time she brought it to her attention she never did. Goitse continued telling Koketso that all she ever wanted was for her mom to come to her defence, but instead told her that those men were the reason she had food whenever she opened cupboards or fridge. Goitse ended up crying so bad that she cancelled her plans that evening and locked herself in her room until the next day in the late afternoon, or rather early evening.

Mpho was still suffering from withdrawals and doing his best to hold it in and told his mom that he inhaled painted fuses by accident when she asked about his sick face. They kept the truth from his mom and he now had a mentor and good friend in his life. His performance  at school also improved and he cut out his old friends. He was home almost all the time and seriously studying. He passed his grade that year but was just an average pass.

Goitsemang passed her grade 12 with a university entry and enrolled to study psychology, it took her mom and brother by surprise but Koketso had an idea after their talk the other night. Koketso on the other hand was also doing well at school, she was in fact a star student at her school, but was always in trouble with her teachers.

She had a tendency of telling her teachers that she was bored in class and they were always forced to send her to the deputy principal’s office. In the time she spent in there she noticed chemistry books all over the office. Mr Meyer was teaching physics, chemistry and life science in grade 11 and 12, and was also studying his masters’ degree in science.

The shorts: All for you: Part 1

Lesego got involved with an older guy at a tender age of 14, she thought he was the answer to her freedom from her substandard living circumstances. Two days before her 16 birthday, she gave birth to a baby girl named Goitsemang. By age 21 she was expecting her third child, with no matric and no steady job.

Lesego’s parents had disowned her after the first pregnancy and now she was living in an informal settlement in a one roomed shack and surviving on government child grants and maintenance from her second child’s father. Goitsemang’s father was killed by his partners in crime. She did not have much but she got by with her kids.

As soon as her daughter started grade R, she decided to take her two year old son to pre-school, which was paid for by his father apart from the monthly maintenance. He had a wife and four kids and as expected, his wife hated Mpho, Lesego’s son, and his mother. She was always on Lesego’s case, phoning her at odd hours of the night, and calling her all kinds of names especially when it was time to pay for Mpho, and when her husband was not home at night.

In between their back and forth bickering with the wife, Lesego got an idea on how she could provide for her children better. It worked out and she was able to put a good roof over their heads, clothes on their back and food in their stomach. She built a 10 roomed house, her kids could wear designer clothes from time to time, and her youngest daughter Koketso was in a private school in town.

In her teen years, Goitsemang had become a rebel, and it was starting to rub off Mpho. Lesego was scared of her, Goitse had become a short fused diva, she would not help around the house and if she was not locked in her room, she would be out with boyfriend till the wee hours of the night.

Goitse was always on her phone and going around the house saying she was “in demand”. She thought she was the answer to all men, a goddess that no man could say no to. Goitse wore the tiniest outfit and when Lesego would ask her to put something else on or cover up, Goitse would be Goitse and not care who was around, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy… she just ran her mouth. She cursed at her mother like she was nothing.

Goitsemang would tell her mom that she had her time in her days and should just let her live hers how she saw fit. Goitse sometimes stayed out all night and only came back the next day in the afternoons, without her mother knowing where she was. Mpho was also starting to go off the rails, luckily Lesego’s lawyer caught him early even though it was by accident. He came over one evening to drop off some papers for Lesego and found Mpho passed out in the garage. He noticed his legs through a half opened garage door, and when he approached for a closer look, found Mpho laying on the floor breathing very shallowly.

He picked him up and drove off with him, and later phoned Lesego to inform her that Mpho was staying with him for a couple of weeks as he needed help painting the back wall of his yard.

Episode 23: Mom just wants to know

“So, my sweet baby”
“Oh ma, you should stop calling me that now, especially now that I am my own woman. Ha ha! I see your face, you thought I was going to say man ha ha”
“Whatever! Anyway, what I wanted to know is that, now that you have been exclusive with this guy for a year now, how far do you plan on taking this?

“You do know we met two years ago right and I became sleeping beauty for half the time right ma.”
“Ya ya come now, I know you my girl, you and your high standards, does he meet them all or most of them? I see that you have invested a lot in this guy, not just in him and you as lovers but also in his business, is it even making enough money for you to can leave your current job and take on a job of being a wife and mother?”

“Talk baby, be real with me now.”
“Okay ma, like you have seen that he is from a good family and is well educated and has been doing good with his business even before my inputs, he is good to me as well, and we work well together not just in business but also in our relationship, as far as I can tell. But as for being a wife and mother, no I am not yet there, yes money is good but those things are not just about how much money one have.”

“Okay so does this mean I should not change my work schedule anytime soon, just to take care of little Letlotlo?”
“Ma! You already have a name! I am not yet there ma not yet there, and I don’t think I want to get married. We are good just as we are, you know I love my space.”

“Okay baby just take care not to stretch yourself too thin for someone that is in it for the wrong reasons, I don’t want to see anything happen to you. Oh enough about that, here is to your next 12 months with your man.”
“Thank you ma and I really love your support always and thanks for looking out for me. I love you.”
“I love you more my sweet little baby girl.”

Sipho was taking her mom home after her and Vuyo’s anniversary party in Mabopane, that was hosted by Vuyo’s older brother. Vuyo was behind them with his parents, they dropped of Sipho’s mom first in Mamelodi where she left her car and joined Vuyo and his parents to drop them off in Dube, Soweto. The two love birds were in bed ata Sipho’s by 04:00am.

Episode 22: Lovers and partners in business trips

Mpho was happy for her friend to finally let someone in and stay. She was more surprised when in the third month of officially and publicly dating Vuyo, Sipho asked her and her boyfriend Gopolang to a weekend away in December just before Christmas.

Vuyo was a nervous rack when he was invited to church on Christmas day, by MmaSipho and for a braai four days after Christmas. He almost burned the meat and it was thanks to his older brother who stepped in and took over the task. His brothers were still making fun of him going to church years after his confirmations.

That day in church he so wanted to hold and be with Sipho but her mom just would not allow it. She even made sure Sipho spent the night with her, just to see how many times Vuyo would phone and how long the calls would last. She had such fun playing monster mom, and she made up for it four days later with that braai.

Siphokazi was back to her old self again, full of life, smiling and blushing alone when ever Vuyo crossed her mind. Things were looking up, she added to her already long list of qualifications, started enjoying time off work, just to spent more time with her wonderful sexy man.

They were slowly climbing up the list of those ‘it’ couples in the business world. She bought 30% into Vuyo’s business by buying out some partners and investors. To show her commitment, she worked on some projects with him that took them all over the world. While also marketing her firm on the side, it was that ‘killing two birds with one stone’ kind of trips.

Both businesses benefited and the couple grew more and more close. Sipho surprised her whole firm when she turned down a promotion with reasons that she wanted to enjoy life and see what the world was like without work. They all thought she was going to take up the offer that Vuyo made her of working with him full time, but she also turned him down.

Episode 21: First romantic fight filled with nightmares

OMG! Here we go again, that road less travelled but envied by so many.

The ‘not important’ box just emptied some hidden contents, that one thing that she could not put her finger on came out, conjured by that voice that always left her looking like a fool. Smiles and tears were all over her in a rush, but Sipho managed to pull herself together and pull a straight face.

“How dare you! You only want to see me when I am back on my feet, but all that time that I needed you the most you where no where to be found. Do I look like something that you could just…just…”

“That you could just do what? Out of words again I see? I seem to have such an effect on you hah? Anyway it has been a whole year seen you last saw me and that is how you welcome me and talk to me? Where do you think those roses came from, your secret admire or the guy that almost caused you your life or the last one that broke your heart?”

He was slowly approaching her with something between a smile and a serious face. She had not had the time to think of how to brush him off, before she was in his arms and they were kissing. That evening Vuyo tried to get her to say what was on her mind that made her to loose focus on the road that day, but Sipho brushed him off and changed the subject each time, or said that she has memory loss.

He heard her call out some name in her sleep but could not make out the name, and she told him that she did not know what he was talking about when he asked her. That continued the whole week he was with her and he decided to record her one night before waking her up. Sipho did not believe that the person she was looking at on that recording was her. They both agreed that should she remember anything he will be the first person that she would tell.

Episode 20: Three red roses

Siphokazi remained in a coma for six months, each day her mom found on fresh rose next to her bed without a note as to where it was from or from whom. Vuyo heard about her accident on social media during his flight to New York on another business trip, and was only able to come back six weeks after the accident.

When Sipho regained consciousness, the first face she saw was that of her therapist, but she did not know who he was, where she was, who she herself was or what had happened to her. She did not even remember her own mother. The doctors reassured them that it was temporary and with therapy she could regain her memories, but to what extend they could not say.

The next ten weeks were crazy, she had to learn how to talk walk and feed herself. Vuyo never came to see her in hospitals; there was always a fresh rose next to her bed each morning she opened her eyes. Over the Christmas holidays, her mom and Katlego’s family were with her at her house, but she felt that she was missing something but could not figure out what it was.

This feeling went on for a while, and like all the other things that took up her time unnecessary, she placed it in one of the ‘not important’ box in her brain. She went back to work in July and the red roses did not stop, they even multiplied from one to three. Sipho found one on her doorstep each morning as she stepped out to leave with Mpho for work, the second one on her table at work and the third on her bedroom balcony after work.

They were starting to annoy her because they did not have the regular rose scent, but that of something which kept on bringing up ‘that thing’ that she was not able to put her finger on. That thing that she thought she had boxed in some part of her brain somewhere back there.

This went on until September when one evening after work she found rose petals going from her doorstep to the garden. Her unexplained stomach feelings and chills down her spine came rushing over her again.
“Hello there stranger, how do you do?”


Episode 19: The big bang

Siphokazi always got very emotional when thinking about Katlego and wiped her tears off as another motorist hooted at her for not keeping to her lane on the road. “Oh my God, what am I doing, where am I?” She looked at the time and realized she had been on the road for only 20 minutes, and had already been called to order by other motorists twice.

Her phone rang over the car stereo;
“Hi ma, did I forget something?”
“Oh no my child, I was just checking to see if I did not make you late. By the way, are you coming back here tonight, I have some people coming over this afternoon, so I was wondering if I will have to make them leave early?”
“Can I come back to you about it later today please? I have a meeting after lunch and I don’t know how long it will take, it’s big ma.”
“It’s okay my baby, don’t stress about it and concentrate on your big deal, go get them my girl. Oh yes before I forget, I am going to work from tomorrow until Saturday, which will be a half day, so please make sure that my driver knows because I did not have a clear schedule the last time I was with him. You know how grumpy Mr Langa can get when I don’t tell him these things, as if he has anything better to do than run around with your car,”

“Ma! But I think it’s because you blew him off and his ego is still bruised.” They laughed about it and said their goodbyes, and Sipho realized that all that time on the phone with her mom, she only moved a distance of three cars. She played with the car radio to keep her mind from wondering off again, which reminded her of the game she used to play with Katlego when they were on one of his family road trips to pass time.

That did not help the situation either, in fact it took her right back where she was trying to avoid going. Sipho could still hear the gun shots in her head when she heard tires screeching and a big loud BANG! and it was lights out for her. She was hit by an oncoming truck as she was avoiding a bus that was stuck on the side of the road, but was still covering half her lane.

She was not that far from her office and some of her co-workers saw the whole incident. Sipho was rushed to hospital and had sustained very serious injuries and the doctors were not sure how she was still alive. Mpho was the first person to notify MmaSipho of the accident long before Sipho was in the ambulance.

Episode 18: Memories sweet and sour

MmaSipho had fixed them breakfast by the time Sipho got out of the bathroom.
“Oh ma, why didn’t you wake me up, I am going to be so late mara!”
Sipho found her mom singing in the kitchen as she came in with shoes in her one hand and her bags in the other.

She threw the bags on the table and hooped on one foot trying to put on the other shoe, until she balanced herself with the fridge. Luckily she still had some clothes at her mom’s and dear old mom took out black pants, blue shit and a baby blue and white scarf and made sure they were wearable as she knew her daughter would be late in the morning. Like she did always when she had spent the night with mommy dearest.

Sipho slept like her dad each first night of the start of the holidays or any long weekend.
“So when do I get to meet this mysterious man that is so all over you?” her mom asked while handing her the car keys.

“I don’t know if he is worth the time he spends in my head yet. Can you believe that I spent almost two months thinking about him, without even knowing his name or anything about him? After Katlego, I told myself that I’ll never let this happen, I thought that what we had, what I felt when I was with him and thinking about him, can never happen ever. There fall out was enough torture on its own to last me my whole life. The flash backs are still that painful and exhausting, it is like I’ll forever be in recovery  but thinking of the many great times we had ease the pain greatly. I mean look how beautiful my life turned out, from the mess I was. Ijo mma wee, look at the time ma! I love you lots mom, but I have to go now, we’ll talk again sometime soon okay.”

Sipho went out running, her mom was left with the memories of that awful day when the lives of the two families were changed dramatically. No mother should ever see her children in such a position.
Sipho’s mind was not on the road, when the driver behind her hooted. The traffic light had turned green, then amber, without Sipho noticing. She was thinking about the same thing as her mother.

It took her two and half years to interact with people in public, and to openly speak about that horrible day. Oh mothers, what are we without that sixth sense, why did Katlego’s mom ignore that motherly instinct burning inside her the moment she saw her son? This ideology that men don’t cry is really killing our boy children, including grown men in our society.