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.