“Please make fat cakes and coffee for all the elders in there, ngwana waka”. This man is tap-dancing and my last nerve. “No!” I say firmly and angrily. “What did you say?” He says. I see Mamholo running into the kitchen as if to stop a fight. “I said no! Mamholo, who the hell are these people? I’ve never seen them a day in my life! But they are all here telling us what to do, eating all our food - including your...
“FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKEN HELL! THAT BITCH WITH HER WIDE HIPS AND AN ASS AS BIG AS TWO PLANETS PUT TOGETHER HAS FUCKEN ESCAPED WITH ALL THE FUCKEN KIDS!” He says. I see relief of faces here. I even see Banathi and Mnqobi smiling. Wehweh just saved all of us! She actually just saved the church! Khanya wanted to know more about me and didn’t want me to shut him out, so he’s kidnapped right here with us. “You think we wont...
Honestly, I miss Mnqobi out of my mind. I’ve had the most difficult time having to accept what he did. It took me back to when my family fell apart because my mom cheated on my dad. My father became an alcoholic. He fell apart right in front of me. I bathed him. I fed him like a child. I had to survive alone while he was in rehab getting better. Now, here we are. It took us forever...
This year, I made a resolution to be a better and a more involved mother to my kids. Molemo is still living with us, so he is one of my kids until next steps. So today, I’m taking him quad-biking for our mommy-and-me date. He’s really excited. Molise is keeping the other two entertained. Their turns are coming. They understand though… my sweet kids. Molemo and I ride our quad bikes throughout this place that we are at. I struggled...
My first day as the queen’s lady-in-waiting had me understanding the nature of work that she does, what is expected from her then of course, what is expected from me. She then had to go out and be about being the queen and I flew out to Gauteng to check in on the Onaleruna Khotso College; the school that she has built. It’s a stunning school. Everyone is extremely professional. The head office is literally some corporate functional office. I...
“I can’t believe Khotso killed Mohato… and Zari? Those are my kids!” Thabi says as we get ready together for the funeral.I don’t say anything. I’m still establishing my boundaries around here. Also, I’m mindful that these people got killed because of my sister.“I underestimated him, I will admit that. I always thought that Ona was the ruthless one. But Khotso yena… he is heartless. He clearly took after Mohato their father in that regard. And with Phuthi by his...
“Uzobuya nini, baby?” I ask him for the tenth time. We are in our main bedroom. I’m packing for him, the kids are jumping around the room and playing (Sihle on our bed also having the time of her life) and he’s sitting on the couch in here eating the food I cooked for him. I made him ribs, rice, tomato gravy and spinach… the traditional one where it’s just spinach and onion, no extras. “Yini sthandwa sami? You’ll miss me kakhulu?”...
Six Months LaterKhotsoWhere does one begin to explain the past six months? If this is not madness, I don’t know what is. I hope you have your cigars, whiskey, wine… whatever you generally need to digest shock… and are sitting down. Before I can talk to you about the fact that I’m all dressed up in my seSotho wear for my twin’s wedding that is happening today, I need to take you through what has happened in the past...
BANG! I jump out of my sleep. Surely, I’m not dreaming. I hear some noise. “Thabang”, I whisper as I shake him to wake up.“Hey baby. Keng? You want to give me another round?” He says in his sleep.“Thabang, stop it! I think someone is breaking into our house.” I whisper.The alarm goes off. Now he’s up!Thabang and I don’t sleep in pyjamas. We just have this unwritten rule nje that we don’t sleep in pyjamas. I don’t even own a pair. So, we jump out...
If there’s one thing that Phuthi knows how to do, it’s to make sure that I have a full cardio session in bed with her. I’m still trying to catch my breath as I lie next to her when she says, “Baby…”“Yes, Mrs Mohale?”“I need you to back off.”What is she saying now? We just had sex. How are we about to enter into an argument? “Back off from what now?” I ask her.“Rena.” Okay I’m confused. I face her. She’s already...
