I'm minding my own business in my assigned bedroom, pumping milk out of my breasts so that I can have food ready for my 8month old son... some milk he will drink, some I'll just put in his porridge for breakfast in the morning. My daughter is fast asleep. She's four years old. My son is asleep too. The three of us share this room. I can't wait for university to begin. It all starts next week, so I move into...
I decided to take my sisters to Gold Reef City today. My mom annoyed all of us. She has a new man and when my mom has a new man, trouble is coming.I have three sisters. The first born is Zoe, then I’m the second born (Bridgette), after me is Kayla, and the last born is Amanda. We all have different fathers. I’m not kidding. My mom is the kind of woman who sees a need to give all her...
“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 side… yerrr!”“Phuthi...
“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?” He...
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 six...
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 of...
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 facing...
So I’m the one that is currently behind bars. The police didn’t act fast enough. By the time that a warrant of arrest was approved, everyone and their dog had left the kingdom. The only person left who was on that warrant list was me. I had a deal with the cops. I had to just bring everyone to them on a silver platter. Then I’d be exonerated. But the state failed me. That’s how criminals who keep committing crime...
Khotso and I are attending some official government event today. These are usually a Thabi-Ona-Khotso thing. I’m never included in these things. I don’t understand why today is different. I was really looking forward to either sleeping or going to see Wandi and Melo. But Khotso says that we are going together. I think he’s just tired of being Ona’s and Thabi’s third wheel. My make-up has just been done. I’m wearing a burnt-orange dress today. Then I have a burnt-orange...
I'm packing lunch boxes for the kids when Ntuthuko attacks me with a huge slap on my ass. I honestly just look at him because really... first of all, why is he walking around topless? He has just his tracksuit pants on. Worse, it's raining. I'm wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt that's tucked into my denim pants. Secondly, why am I being sexually harassed so early in the morning? I gave him sex last night and this morning. Is he not satisfied? "Maphumulo, kuyabanda....
