Today, us ladies are going to have breakfast and lunch on a luxurious yacht ride with our kids and just take in the Miami life.
“Banathi, come on. We need to go. Hai bo!” I tell him. I don’t even know what’s taking him so long. I’ve bathed him. I’ve lotioned him. I’ve clothed him. Knowing Banathi, he is causing chaos somewhere in this house.

He finally comes with a bag full of stuff.
“And then?” I ask him.
“It’s toys for me, Mohale and Khabane.” He says.
“Open that bag”, I say.
“Ah mama!”
“Banathi, open that bag!” I raise my voice.
He opens the bag.
Lord have mercy!
Toy knives mixed with real knives! Toy guns! His tractor. I take a picture of this because this is a conversation for Zithulele to have with Banathi. For now, I say:
“Banathi, we are going on a boat. Where are you going to play with all of these things?” Me.
He shrugs his shoulders. Also, it disturbs me that they are learning so young to play with guns and knives.
“Asambe Banathi”, I say.

I have him climb in the Rolls Royce first. They both have car seats in here. He is learning how to strap himself, but I help him tighten it up well. I then strap in Mnqobi.

I get into the car and I start my engine. I phone my husband as I drive off.
“Hey baby”, he answers his phone.
“Baba!” The boys yell for him. He is connected to the Bluetooth and handsfree option in the car.
“Hello boys. Are you looking after mommy?” He says.
“Mommy shouted at me”, Banathi tells him.
“Banathi, you must listen to your mom… especially when I’m not there. You and I had this conversation.” Zithulele says.
“Sorry, mom.” Banathi. He sounds like he wants to cry.
“Ungakhali Banathi. Manje ukhalelani?” I say and now all three of these people laugh at me because my isiZulu is not exactly the best.
Mxm!
“Listen baby, we’ve left the house. I’ve managed to trace down another hint that Dise left and I managed to find who she left it for. She left a hint for our Miami funds. There is information about our houses, the cars and the meetings that are held up here. There’s even information about the clubs owned by you and Shaka.” I say.
“Where is that information now?” I hear Shaka ask.
I’m probably on speaker. I’m used to it now.
“I’ve deleted the information and I’ve corrupted the server so even if there is backup, their devices will crash trying to access it.” I say.
“Can someone fix it?” Morena asks.
“Fix it how?” I ask.
“Is it possible to uncorrupt it?” He asks me.
“No. I’m too good. But don’t create any data right now. Whatever you do, rather right it down. When we come back from our yacht day, I’ll set up a new server for you. But you have to be very careful about access. I’ll change the passwords and access weekly, it should help maintain it. Plus, I’ll build it to be difficult to crack from the onset and manage it with coding. It should take people a while to access it and when they start trying, we will know.” I say.
“Thank you, Moringa.” I hear someone say.
You know what…
“Baby, I also want one of your people to go and check the houses. We have all left and we are expected to be out all day. I found a bug in one of Nathi’s toys. You might have to check your backyards for moles. I’ll send you pictures of where to look in our house. I’m not sure about the other houses, but have a clean check.” I say.
“Did you check your car?” Someone asks.
“I did. We good.” I say.
“Okay baby. Enjoy your yacht. I’ll see you later. You’ve done good okay. I love you.” He says.
“I love you baby. Be safe.” I say.
We hang up.

…

We all arrive at the same time. I arrive in my Rolls Royce with my kids. Lulu arrives in her Rolls Royce with her two kids. Teboho arrives in her Rolls Royce with her two kids. Fifi arrives in her Rolls Royce with her three grown stepkids – Luhle in the front seat and the shady two at the back. I have to emphasize stepkids because these people are the same age. They just have to call Fifi mommy for obvious reasons.
Thabi arrives alone in a Ferrari and Mofomahadi arrives alone in a McClaren. Bow down bitches! The queen is here! clears throat
We are all dressed in maxi skirts and bikini tops. Queen Kea is looking hotter than all of us! How????!!!!

The kids find each other first and it’s already chaos. The smaller ones are also making a noise, but they still depend on us to carry them everywhere so each baby is in a mommy’s arms.
We make our way on the yacht and it is absolutely LUXURY-GALORE!!!
We love it! It has two floors. Bottom floor are four bedrooms and a dining area. Then top floor is the open part. We are in the sun and we have couches and tables and champagne. I really love this.
The kids are very excited. They don’t even care about us anymore. We decide that we will have breakfast on the deck – out in the sun! We are served fruit and an English breakfast as the boat takes off. This is beautiful man. Who would have ever thought that a girl who grew up in the informal settlements of Tholoana Kingdom such as myself would be on a yacht in Miami having breakfast on its deck?
Even Rethabile is super pleasant today.
She looks so beautiful and she’s been taking selfies a lot.

“Thabi, you look so nice today. Happiness is a good look on you, girl”, Luhle says.
Ntuthuko is the only guy here with us. But apparently he gets sea-sick so he wanted to eat inside and watch whatever was on the television screen. Also, he’s not completely healed, so one of the plans are for him to go sleep after eating.
“Thank you. It’s a new day. And Ona and I talked.” She says.
I wish she didn’t say that because now there seems to be an expectation that she will share what the conversation was about.
“Khotso was there too. I guess it was a long conversation coming”, she continues.
“What did you talk about?” Lulu asks.

Kere it’s weaves and sunglasses all around. We look like we belong on a show I tell you.

“Khotso basically told me that I’m an absolute cow and if he had it his way, he wouldn’t let his brother marry me.” She says.
Remember I told you that I’m raising a Khotso in Banathi? While others are shocked that Khotso is the one who would say that, I’m not shocked.
“The just of the conversation is that I’ll try my best. I’ll try a little harder. I owe everyone an apology and I do apologise to each and everyone of you. Ka nnete, ke kopa tshwarelo. I’ll do better.” She says.
That must have been some talk.
“And the kids?” Mofomahadi says and she’s looking straight at Thabi.
“Khotso and Lulu have agreed to raise them with Ona. I’m not ready.” She says.
“Oluremi is pregnant herself”.
Wait! What?!
Now we all look at Lulu. I don’t think this was supposed to be public knowledge yet.
“So, she’s going to have a new baby and two toddlers to raise while you do what exactly except have sex with Ona? Do you think that’s the only role that you have in Ona’s life?” Mofomahadi continues with her lashing.
I repeat, Thabi should not have started this conversation.
“With all due respect, Mofomahadi. These are not my children.” Thabi says and everyone’s reaction is “Haaaaayyyyiiiii!!!!!”
Mofomahadi looks at her for a very long time, taking her in.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant to say was –
“I don’t think this wedding is a good idea. I’ll be sure to inform Mohato.” Mofomahadi says.
“Well, whether you agree with the wedding or not, it’s happening. It’s because of all of you that I’ve lost my life. So what exactly do you think I’ll still do? You owe me!” Thabi says
“Ey wena! I will throw you into this water if you’ve forgot who you are speaking to.” Mofomahadi.
“This is not Tholoana Kingdom. I can even call you Kea for all I care. Unless you want your nightmare to not stop after the Miami trip, I’d advise against cancelling the wedding”, she says.
Kea stands up.
“Mofomahadi, please help me change Ntuthuko’s bandages. Please.” Fifi says, saving us all.
She stands up too and her hips and ass darling… it’s a curvy and full way all around! None of us Sotho women can escape the ass. Oluremi’s might be bigger than my ass. And my ass is my biggest insecurity. But honey, we are wearing these asses!

Fifi and Mofomahadi go to the inside of the yacht. Banathi, Mohale and Khabane are talking about their own weird things.

“Thabi, we were kind of hoping for a drama-free day”, Teboho starts.
“So was I, but –
“Mamela mo, wena! I’m reaching my limit with you with every passing second of each day. This is not the Thabi show and we are definitely not the background dancers to your solo performance. While we appreciate that you have a need to steal the show everywhere that you go, we are getting tired of the disrespect that comes with it. Ona is a brother to all of us. You disrespect our brother, you’ve disrespected all of us. You disrespect our mother- the queen of Tholoana Kingdom- you are begging us to show you your ass. We’ve stomached you for long enough now, thinking that shame, this is a new experience for you and you’ll come around. But you get worse with each day. You find new ways to piss us off everyday and you think it’s your way of showing us that you are better than us.” Teboho is really fed up.
“Thabi, at some point, you need to make a decision and stick with it. Are you with us or not? There’s no time to be a baby when you are here with us! This is when you are your most women! This is when you exercise the perseverance you are expected to have as a married woman. We don’t sit here and take men that beat us up and tolerate basic shit. You survive or you die. And this attitude of yours is going to kill you faster than the bullets that fly around us.” Oluremi tells her.
She’s just upset.

“Jet-skis!” Luhle says and laughs. We are now all super excited about this whole Jet-ski situation.
The instructor is on our yacht and he is telling us how we will be climbing on these things.
“Mommy, can we go on the jet-skis?” Banathi asks me. We will go on together.

The guy explains that Ruri, Tholoana and Mnqobi can’t go on. So Fifi and mofomahadi offer to stay with the kids while we go then they will go after us.
This is so much fun. We have smaller ones next to the biggish ones and that’s where our babies go.
So, I go with Banathi. Tebza goes with Khabane and mofomahadi decides to go with Mohale because Oluremi is scared to go on the jet-skis. Pregnancy.
Nompumelelo and Luhle go on one together. Nompumelelo is scared of the jet-ski, so Luhle is the controller and she’s holding onto Luhle from behind.
Thabi decides to go alone.
Oh well.

We all drive these things and we are having sooooo much fun.
“Mommy, go faster!” Banathi tells me.
I’m scared he will flip over that thing he’s sitting in and fall into the water. What will I tell Zithulele? He will want his child and I would have lost him in water. We are in life jackets, but I still can’t swim. If he falls, I can’t save him.
“Faster, mommy! Faster!” Banathi.
I go a bit faster and he is so excited.

We finally finish our round and we are helped back on the yacht. We are so wet, but we are also tired. This was so much fun.
Tebza and Fifi go together. They are so hot. A vision I tell you. And we all see it.
“I need to take a photo for Maboko. He is going to frame this one”, Oluremi says as she snaps them looking like huns and having sooo much fun.
“She’s so beautiful”, we hear Nompumelelo say. She must be warming up to Fifi really well. All she does lately is just throw compliments left, right and centre. Or maybe it’s guilt.

When they are done, Thabi is still not back. We look at her Jet-ski by herself.
“Excuse me, sir. Are there any animals underwater we can hire to accidently kill her?” Tebza says to the guy who was helping us jet-ski and we all laugh. He just laughs and shakes his head.

We spend a few minutes basking in the sun. But we are still very black… so towels are over us so the sun doesn’t hit us too badly. Our hats are covering most of our faces. Mnqobi has fallen asleep on my chest.
“Mommy”, Banathi is now next to me.
“Let’s go sleep on the bed. I’m also tired.” He says.
There are not enough bedrooms for everyone and Ntuthuko has already taken one.
“The beds are king-sized beds. I’ll come with you and we can sleep on one bed together. Tebza and Oluremi are sleeping with their four on one bed.” Fifi tells me.
By the way, she has grown ones.
She carries Banathi and we head inside.
The bedrooms are PROPER!
I indeed fall asleep.

…

The yacht was really fun. Ntuthuko is not looking good and I don’t understand why we are not taking him to a hospital or getting him help. Thabi is nice enough to come everyday and check up on him. She says he’s getting better. But he’s always sleeping and I’m worried.
“He’s going to be okay.” Nompumelelo says. She is standing next to me as I watch Ntuthuko sleep in his assigned bedroom.
“I’m worried about him. I think he needs to go to a hospital.” I say.
“He has survived worse. Before my dad married our mom – Nosi – he lived with an abusive aunt and uncle. They’d run him over with a car and call it punishment. They’d keep food away from him if he misbehaved. I think physically, he is getting better. But psychologically, dad took him back to a very bad place in his life.”
I am in awe at what Nompumelelo is telling me. She even sees how shocked I am.
“He will be okay, don’t worry. Thank you for taking care of him. He really appreciates it.” She says.
This girl can be both hot and cold at the same time. How does she say something so warm in such a cold tone?

I’m preparing dinner in the kitchen. Luhle is somewhere in the house singing because I can hear her from here. Nompumelelo is watching TV. I have a glass of wine next to me as I cook.
Shaka walks into the house and starts searching for everyone by yelling out our names and asking if we are here. Nompumelelo immediately switches the TV off and heads upstairs. She avoids Shaka at all costs. She doesn’t even want to be in the same room with him by mistake.
He finally comes into the kitchen.
“Hello”, he greets me.
“Hey baby. Kunjani?”
“I’m alright, baby. How are you?” He asks me.
I look at him for a while then I say, “Can we talk?”
He observes me, as if searching for a sign for what mood I’m in.
“Please”, I say.
He sits on a kitchen barstool. I make him a glass of whiskey and give him chicken wings that I made for him to snack on while I cook.

“Was Ntuthuko abused as a child?” I ask. He is already tense.
“Well?”
He nods his head. Then he says, “Ntuthuko went to live with relatives from his mother’s side of the family. Those people didn’t give me access to him at all. The only thing they accepted from me was money for him. When Nosi and I went to take him to come and live with us, social workers were already taking him away from them. I had to fight to make him stay with me.” He explains.
I nod my head then ask, “So, did you ever get him any help? Did he ever talk to anyone?”
He shakes his head and says, “He seemed to be getting better. He lived with us and Nosi had a way of reassuring him that he was safe now.”
I see why they loved Nosi so much.
“Baby, I think psychologically, he’s back there where he used to be when he was being abused.” I say.
He closes his eyes as if holding tears back from falling.
I walk around the kitchen island then land between his legs with my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist… brushing my ass every now and then.
“I need us to do better by them. They need to feel wanted again. They need to feel safe again. Mpumi told Luhle that they have to defend themselves from you. It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“Maybe I’m just not a good father”.
“You are an amazing father! I know this because these kids are hurting the way that they are because they’ve seen you be amazing. If my father were to walk in through that door, I’d want nothing to do with him. He doesn’t deserve to be in my life and I don’t expect anything from him. Your kids expect the world from you and that’s how I know that you are one in a million.”
“You think so?”
I nod my head. Then I say, “Everyone wants a good father. I used to be so jealous of Gwen growing up because her father would do anything for her. He even had her believe that I was an unwanted cousin because me being her sister would make her world imperfect for her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He even hid her pregnancy and gave me her son… it was better that I be the one who carried the shame of having a child out of wedlock than the perfect Gwen. In a weird way, they gave me my greatest blessing. Maboko always loved me, supported me and made sure that I was okay. He was younger than me, yet he was more of a father to me than Ntate Seete and my father. Ntate Seete once tried to rape me. I was seventeen when it happened. I told my mom and that’s when their divorce was first initiated. But I made her swear to never tell Maboko. I could never hurt him like that. He had opened his heart to me way too much.”
“I could kill that bastard if you want me to”, he says.
I laugh and say, “is that how you solve all your issues?”
He laughs too.
“Give the babies their flowers while they can still smell them, my love.” I say.
“What do you propose we do?”
“They can move in with us.”
“Out of the question”.
“Why?”
“Because if they hiss a disrespectful remark towards you, I’ll murder them.”
“I can handle it, Shaka.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
I’m silent.
“Fine. Give them their flats back.”
“No. They get smaller flats and smaller cheaper cars. If they want more, they work for it.”
I give him a look.
“But until Ntuthuko gets better, he stays with us.”
He gives me a look.
“Deal?” I start kissing him.
“Deal”, he says as he kisses me back.
“I just want them to know that they are still safe with us.”
“Okay… but let me have you first”. He says. I chuckle as he carries me to bed.

…

We are having dinner with the kids now – all three of them. I’m hoping that Shaka is not going to jump tables and instil the fear of God in these kids after I’ve given him nice sex before dinner. I’ve dished up for Ntuthuko and helped him settle on his seat. Shaka was observing us very carefully as I was helping him.

“How are you feeling?” He asks Ntuthuko.
Ntuthuko looks at him. He wants to say something left, but the eye I give him rails him in. He and Mpumi still don’t like me – I think. But they hate me less than what they did when they first met me.
“I’m getting better, baba.” He says.
Shaka nods his head then he says, “So the things that you stole from me… I want them back.”
I thought he was planning on apologizing. Mpumi throws her cutlery on her plate.
“Nompumelelo, do you have something to say?” Shaka says.
“Cha, baba. Nothing.” Mpumi says.
Then stop making a noise. Umuntu uyakhuluma uma esindwa isifuba.” Shaka is honestly just being a lot today.
I give him a disapproving look. He holds my hand.
“Why did the two of you get chased away from eMtubatuba?” He asks Mpumi and Ntuthuko.
They look at each other.
Luhle and I honestly don’t know how to be.
“UMaTango told me what happened. But I want your version of the story.”
“We made a mistake, baba.” Nompumelelo.
“What kind of mistake?” Shaka.
And the way he’s just eating and enjoying his meal as if he isn’t causing indigestion for the rest of us.
“We broke into some houses.” Ntuthuko says.
Luhle’s eyes widen so much. I’m not even traumatized. I know what their father does. These are petty crimes compared to what their father does for a living.
“And the community wanted to discipline us. But they kill people, they don’t just hit people. So, MaTango and MaNgobese said we should leave to save our lives.” Mpumi.
Shaka is listening to all of this while ENJOYING his meal! Hai bo.
“What else did you do?” He asks.
There’s more kanti?
“On our way to the rank to get taxis, we burned down the house of the mob justice leader.” Mpumi.
“And who must rebuild that house?” Shaka asks them.
Silence.
“Everyone at this table knows that I hate repeating myself. So don’t make me ask the same question twice.”
“You, baba.” Ntuthuko.
“After you’ve stolen from me, I must still go to eMtubatuba and plead a case for you as well as pay for your shit?”
Silence.
He finishes eating. He wipes his mouth with a napkin.
He looks at them then he says, “Is this how you choose to celebrate Kenosi’s memory?”
All three of the kids look at him.
“You keep saying that you are hurt and that her death affected you badly. But you do all these things that she would have never approved of. So, what is it? Is this your call for my attention? Is this you waking up and deliberately trying to prove something to me?”
“You took everything away from us, baba. We had nothing.” Mpumi.
“You had a house and food to eat everyday. For free. What else did you need?” Shaka.
Silence.
Shaka rubs his hands together. Then he says, “Personally, I don’t want you here. I don’t want the two of you living with me because you can’t even respect the woman in my life that I love… the same woman who fights for you every day in ways that I don’t and wish she wouldn’t. You don’t deserve it. But, you are here and there’s nothing that I can do about it. But let me make myself very clear because clearly, you don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not Fifi. I will not tolerate your shit just because you mask it behind someone dying and you missing them. People die all the time. It’s how the world works. There’s nothing you can do about it. I didn’t want to lose Kenosi neither. But we have. We have to deal with it in a way that doesn’t inflict pain or cost on other people. When we get back to Tholoana Kingdom, you will live with Fifi and I for three months only. In that three months, you will be working at Baby Boom and you will pay me back every cent you stole from me and you’ll also pay me every cent that will be needed to rebuild that old man’s house.”
“Three months, baba? On a Baby Boom salary?” Mpumi.
“Yebo. Then I want you to go see the world for what it is. Angisho I’m a bad person? It’s fine. I’ve cut you loose. Pay me back what you owe me, then you can go and live your life.”
Silence.
“Love, let’s go to bed.” He says to me after all that.
I haven’t even touched my food.

We are lying on the bed and cuddled into each other.
“I love you, baby.” He says to me.
“I’m worried about you.” I say.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. But I do want us to talk about what Seete did to you.” He says.
My body tenses.
“Relax, baby. Talk to me. What do you mean he almost raped you?”
“I was visiting them in Tholoana Kingdom for school holidays. He would stay out the house until late then when he comes back, he would open each door checking if we were all home and safe. That day, I was awake and I was reading a book because my boyfriend had dumped me and I couldn’t sleep.”
He laughs. I laugh too.
“Then he came into my bedroom and started a conversation with me. He never liked me. He had never had a conversation with me. So I automatically felt uncomfortable because it was unnatural of him to start such with me. During the conversation, he started undressing himself and touching my thighs. I could see his penis get erect and I just knew what he wanted to do. I told him I’d scream and wake the house up if he did anything to me. He didn’t care. He pinned me down to the bed and while undressing himself, I took a lamp and hit it against his head. Then I ran to wake my mother up and told her what happened. She found him undressed and passed out in my room. My wrists were covered with bruises because of how tightly he was holding them. But nothing happened. Some people have had it worse. I was lucky that nothing happened.”
“Lucky? That’s a dirty old man raping his wife’s daughter? That’s like raping his own daughter. I’m actually going to kill him.”
“Shaka, it was a long time ago. I’ve moved on from it and I’m sure he’s even forgot what happened because he just hates me now. No one wants to relive this. I don’t want to relive this. Maboko doesn’t deserve to have this bombarded onto him.” I say.
He is quiet.
“About your father… if he ever came forward and wanted to know you, would you be open to meeting him?”
“No!”
“Baby –
“You keep that man far away from me, Shaka. You tell him to go back to whatever whole he has been in all these years. I have no business knowing him now.” I say.
He looks at me.
Then we kiss.

“Shaka.”
“Yes, love?”
“Make sure my brother doesn’t die in this church. I don’t like the fact that he is on this thing, doing Lord knows what. He’s an adult and he’s made a decision. But he’s my baby brother. Make sure that he doesn’t die. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”
He kisses me then says, “You have my word, Sthandwa Sami.”

…

Yesterday was the yacht ride. Tonight, the men are taking us clubbing. It is the grand opening of a new club that will be co-owned by Shaka, Maboko and Zithulele. Apparently, Luhle, Ntuthuko and Nompumelelo are not invited. I don’t know why, but hey! They will be here helping the baby sitters to look after the kids. The rest of us have our freakum dresses on and we are about to PAAARTY!!!

“Ready to go?” Khotso asks me for the eleventh time.
“Babe, I’m starting to look a bit fat. Don’t you think?” I ask him.
“I have no idea what you mean. You look hot, baby.”
“Maybe, I should stay with the kids.”
“Baby, you look hot. Let’s go!”
He grabs me and pulls me out. I say goodbye to all the kids and give my two hugs and kisses. The nannies seem to be handling them well so far. I’m consoled that they all have cellphones and they’ll phone us if anything looks or is suspicious.

“We not taking the Ferrari?” I ask Khotso when he leads me to some black SUV that looks like a drug dealer’s car.
“I’m too tall for that shit. Those Ferraris are for you guys. Imagine us trying to fit into that small thing. Hai!” He says.
I actually laugh. He’s got a point, but this is funny.
We hop into the backseat of the car. Ona and Thabi are in the front seat of the car. Ona wanted to see Mohale and Tholoana before the night started, so he started here. Now, we are all riding together.

Thabi looks really nice. The ride there, we talk about stuff nje – the four of us. Thabi seems to be loosening up. But you never know with her. We will all think she’s fine and then she’s triggered by someone breathing and she loses her shit and gives us reasons to send her into exile.
We arrive at the club and it’s called “Fifi”.
It would be special if the club up the road from it was not “Nosi” and the club up the road from that one wasn’t “Bassie”.
“They should just name this street ‘Shaka’s Women’. Because Hai!” Ona says.
Thabi laughs then says, “Maybe this is how he loves them.”
“It’s just not special anymore.” Ona says.

We walk into the club holding hands. Ona and Thabi… Khotso and I. We spot our people upstairs at the VIP and as we make our way to the VIP section, some girl starts twerking on my man.
Miami bitches are fine as hell. My man is fine as hell. But this bitch better fuck off her ass away from my man’s penis.
Khotso pushes her away and she is actually offended.
“No need to be rude”, the lady says.
“No need to be a slut”, Thabi says. Is she really fighting for me? Thabi?
“Connie? Is that you, girl?” The girl says to Thabi.
“Yes. Now stop waving your ass on my brother-in-law and give me a hug.” Thabi says.
Oh, she wasn’t fighting for me. She recognized her friend.
“Come say hi to the crew. We are all here.” The girl.
“Or maybe you can come to VIP with us”, Thabi.
“Really?” The girl.
“No!” Ona and Khotso say at the same time.
Thabi looks triggered. Yho, she better not show us flames hle.
She just leaves with her friend.

We get to VIP and Maboko says to Ona, “Tebza got you a nice bitch for tonight. You deserve to get laid without the drama.”
“At this point, I’ll ask Tebza to do me a solid and introduce me to someone like she did for Khotso. She clearly knows good women.” Ona says.

T and I decided that we would get one of our friends from up here to just make Ona happy tonight. We miss that side of him. We got Amanda to join us tonight – for Ona. She’s a flight attendant, so you already know she’s gorgeous. She’s a bit on the reserved side of life, but I think Ona will have fun with her. She knows how to have fun.

Indeed, we are all on the dance floor together. Ona and Amanda are already making out and just two steps away from having sex on the dance floor.
“Please organise condoms for Ona”, I say to Khotso as we dance.
“Where am I going to get condoms from? I’m a married man having unprotected sex with my wife.”
“He needs condoms. Why you acting like we don’t know how fertile he is. He doesn’t need to be making babies with Amanda tonight.” I say.
“But it’s none of our business”, Khotso says.
“It will be when Thabi refuses to accept the child then you and I find ourselves raising four kids.” I say.
He immediately walks away from me. I must have scared him enough.
“I told Maboko to go organise condoms for Ona”, Tebza says to me as she reaches me.
“That’s where Khotso has gone to as well.” I say.
We look at each other and laugh.
“Guys, we are calling it a night”, Amanda says.
“Wait!” Tebza and I both say.
“What?” Amanda.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask her.
“I’m on the pill”, she says.
“Stay right here. We’ve organised condoms for you. You’ll need them. He’s a very fertile man.” Tebza says.
“Ona will put a baby inside of you that will come out holding that pill in its little fist to show you that oral contraceptives have got nothing on the fertility of the men from Tholoana Kingdom.” I say.
The three of us laugh.
We see Maboko and Khotso talking to Ona, handing him three boxes of condoms. Ona is already laughing.
Where is Thabi, by the way?

We party until the men tell us that we should leave. We don’t protest. I miss my kids anyway. Khotso and I get to the car.
“Love, where’s Thabi?” I ask him.
“With morena”, he says.
I look at him.
“Let it go, baby. Let it go.” He says.
“Are we ever going to see her again?” I ask.
“After the things she said to my mother on that yacht of yours, what do you think?” He says.
How do they even know?!
“Baby –
“He disrespected our entire family and practically threatened us. I’m sure she won’t die. She will probably just disappear.”
“Khotso –
“Let’s go home and get some sleep. Come on.” He says.