Today is Khabane's favourite day of the week, Saturday. Naturally, he is sleeping in and loving it. I am in the kitchen preparing breakfast. On Saturdays, I prepare a huge breakfast for the three of us. Plus, Maboko and I are a bit touch and go lately. I'm making all his favourites as well as Khabane's favourites. I am wearing one of Maboko's oversized t-shirts and a pair of leggings. I just feel like being comfortable today and I have...
The second dateI am dolling up for our second date. He says I should be my most comfortable and wear the one outfit I would not mind getting dirty in. The makeup is thus minimal. I wear black gym tights and an oversized purple t-shirt. He arrives at 05H00, the exact time he told me to be ready by. After two knocks, I open for him. He is wearing long tracksuit pants and a vest. "Perfect", he says as he walks...
2010: When she said yesMaboko It’s been a long week since I asked Teboho to be my girlfriend and she says that she is still thinking about it. I have practically tried everything that I can think of to be romantic. Every morning, I fetch her from the township so we can hit the track together. She hates running, but she enjoys it with me. Her target for week one was 2km; I did 3km with her. It also helps me...
Khotso and I have just come back from Cape Town and we are beyond exhausted. I was there for work, but decided to invite him, extend my stay and make it a holiday for just the two of us. We have not done this in a while. I am so happy that we did it. We needed it and we REALLY connected again. I was further planning to tell him about the pregnancy, but the guts were genuinely not there....
My mother bought me a prayer journal. The idea is to put down my prayer points for the day, pray about the day then start the day. I like it. It gives me a good routine in the morning. If it wasn’t a gift, I’d actually gift it to Fikile because she really needs to start getting right with the Lord. Not that I am judging her for how she got pregnant, I just fear for her for when this...
This place brings back so many memories. Maboko and I have definitely come a long way. In a perfect world, he would be my husband today and I would have probably given him three kids by now. But here I am, putting my son to bed in the second bedroom of a flat that we purchased together when I started working. I’m here to avoid my parents and he is here because his wife kicked him out of his own...
Zee has been making us study at this club most afternoons. It is not as bad as it sounds. This office that we work in is extremely quiet and we really do get a lot done. Zithulele is very focused and I find it unbelievably sexy. Stats is his strong point so he helps me through the stuff that I struggle with in stats. I am stronger with coding so I take him through his challenging areas in coding. I...
2010: Courting herTeboho:I am getting ready for school in my bedroom while Tiisetso is already in her uniform and trying to make her skirt shorter. I just roll my eyes and pack my books into my bag. I hear voices in the TV room of more than just my parents. Tiisetso looks at me, so I know that it’s not just me that’s hearing that someone else is here. I take my bag and make my way to the kitchen. What...
“Fikile, maybe we need some time apart”, he says to me. “Excuse me?” “What was Thato doing at Regodise’s hospital room yesterday?” “We had plans to go out for drinks and she had come to pick me up.”“I thought we spoke about your relationship with Thato.”“Your family is not going to choose friends for me, Khotso. I am an individual and –“This is exactly why I say that we are not ready for marriage. And maybe we should spend some time apart and...
My mother and I are praying right now. My mother goes to war on her knees, forever feeding her knees their food. She taught me how to pray and how to serve God in everything that I go through – good or bad. Even now, I'm about to marry Onaleruna Mohale, and whether this is good or bad, I must pray. What I do know is that I'm about to enter a whole new phase of my life and I'm...
