TODAY, we are saying goodbye to season 1 of this rollercoaster that we have been on in each of the lives of the characters that we have encountered in The Workplace and Its Employees, Season 1. As we wave goodbye to this season, we would love to say goodbye in style – with some exciting bonus episodescoming up tomorrow (Saturday) and Sunday. 

For as long as you keep on reading, we will keep on writing. 

Please engage with us:

We have had so much fun reading your feedback. It’s a bit sad for us that we will be reading your feedback this week for the last time. So let’s make the most of it!

What does your cast look like? 

Send us pictures of what each of the characters look like in your imagination as you learn about them. These people do not have to be famous; it can even be a random picture that you came across or your brother that you live with everyday at home. I’m extremely keen to see where your imagination took you. 

The next blog series…

We have a new story for you and you can bet that it is just as juicy and just as engaging. You can look forward to the first post on the 3rd of January 2020 at 19H30. It will run for twenty weeks and we will have so many more engagement opportunities that will open up your world to K-Pable-C & Ketso Madonsela’s Literature Entertainment. 

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Some Exclusive Content To Look Forward To: 

We have three gifts to grant you on three different dates, exclusively on our website www.k-pable-c.co.za under our library!

Yes, you guessed it! I am gifting you with three complete books readable novels that will be made available on the website for you. Look out for the following dates: 

10 December 2021 – To celebrate a whopping one year of the re-launch of My Worth Crowned You Novel, “Mrs Him – The Mrs Amongst The Mistresses” will be launched on the website under our libraries for you to read and enjoy!

23 December 2021 – My Christmas gift to you just to say Merry Christmas and thanks for your love and support, “Mrs Him – The Aftermath of Bad Decisions” will be launched on the website under our libraries for you to read and enjoy!

28 January 2022 is my birthday! And to celebrate my birthday, I will be gifting you “Last Wife Standing” – a story about…. Actually, come into the library and read! 

Exciting times ahead of us to celebrate our growth all thanks to your love for reading! Thank you once again. Your support and love for reading is everything!

For now, let’s say goodbye to our friends at The Workplace & Its Employees 

~ Ketso Madonsela

…

Nobantu

I may not be the best mother there is on this planet, but nobody – and I mean NOBODY – hits my kid. 

Gcina has been out of the healing centre for about two weeks now. She has been frequenting the house that accommodates Qaphela’s dramatic sisters to a point where I regret giving her permission to drive one of our cars. 

Both Thembi and Lindiwe declined my offer. They don’t want to work. Well, they told their brother that they don’t want to work for us. So we have cut them off officially and I have no idea how they’ve been eating. For all I know, Qaphela might still be helping them out because that’s just what he does. But now, they’ve hit my child. 

Gcina gave me a phone call and told me that Thembi hit her. I don’t care whathappened or why it happened, but today I will give them a reason to not want to work for us. 

Qaphela and I are on our way to his home in KwaMashu and those women will regret putting their hands on my child. I am fuming!

We park behind the Golf 7 that Gcina arrived here in and I charge into the house – Qaphela running in after me. 

The first thing I do is slap Thembi as she is sitting on a single couch. She, Lindiwe and Gcina stand up. Qaphela is standing between us immediately. 

“What is your problem?!” Thembi yells at me. 

“What is my problem?! You put your hands on my child, Thembi! You are lucky slapping is all that I did to you!” 

“Fuck you and that disrespectful brat of yours! Hambani niyofa! You teach that child to disrespect us after we have raised her while you were – 

“Raised her? Who did you raise, Thembi? My child? Which one? UGcina? When did you ever babysit her? When did you ever call in to check in on how she was doing? What nappy did you buy? What formula did you buy? You raised no one. You spent five minutes with her after Qaphela came out of prisonand you call that raising her? Then you brave enough to even put your hands on her? Awubazi abantu, Thembi! Yerr!” 

“Baby, please calm down. We need to talk about this properly. Please.” Qaphela says to me, holding me and kissing me. 

“Tell Thembi to apologize to Gcina.” I say, catching them all by surprise.

“What?!” Thembi and Lindiwe say. 

Lindiwe’s man is in utter disbelief. 

“Tell her to apologise or else I’ll personally drive Gcina to the police station and get her to open a case for assault against her.” 

“Bhuti! Is she being serious?” 

“Gcina, please go back home. We will find you at home.” Qaphela says to Gcina. 

“You have parked me in.” Gcina says. 

Qaphela throws the keys of the G63 at her and says, “Go.”

Even Gcina is shocked. 

“With the G-Wagon?” She is shocked and excited. 

“You go straight home. No detours!” I say. 

“Okay.” 

She grabs the keys and gives Qaphela the Golf 7 keys, then leaves. 

“Can we all sit down? Please?” Qaphela requests. 

I sit next to Qaphela. Thembi is sitting across us on a one-seater couch. Lindiwe and her husband are sitting on a two-seater next to us. 

“Why did you hit Gcina?” Qaphela begins. 

“Am I not allowed to touch your child, bhuti? Not at all? Your child is untouchable?” 

“You don’t touch my child.” I say. 

“Love, please let me handle this.” Qaphela says then kisses me. Qaphela is not handling this like I’d like him to handle this and it’s beginning to piss me off. 

“I asked you a question, Thembi. Why?” 

“She disrespected me. She disrespected all of us. And she clearly got that language and influence from her mother.” 

“How did she disrespect you?” 

“She told us we are leaches and we leach off you. She said she’s tired of it and we need to find jobs because us leaching off you causes fights between her parents. She told us that just because you and Nobantu have one child, it doesn’t mean that Lindiwe and I are your second and third born children.” 

I underestimated my child’s tongue. Damn!

“Where did she get that from, bhuti? From Nobantu.” Thembi continues. 

“Why do you think she got it from Nobantu?” 

“Where else would she get it from?” 

“Observation.” 

The shock on their faces! 

I could have sex with him right now. 

“Nobantu and I offered you jobs. Why aren’t you working? All three of you. Why?” Qaphela is just making my boobs tender right now. 

“Bhuti, is this really you?” 

“Yes, it’s me Thembisile. It’s me, the same person who must go and slave away for you, so that I can bring money to you and feed you and your husbands years after you left this home saying that you were getting married. It’s me, the same person whose trial you didn’t even attend and you left me alone in a prison for years, not even looking after my child when it was the one thing I asked you to do for me the day police dragged me out of this house. Now you have the audacity to hit my child?” 

Silence. 

“And you have the audacity to disrespect my wife? Where do you think the money that pays for your lives comes from? Just me? I actually know what it means to look after the woman that I married and the child we have together – unlike your husbands. What do you think comes out of my house without her consent? And this is how you thank her?” Qaphela – ladies and gentlemen – my husband. 

Lindiwe is looking at me like she is going to bewitch me after this. 

Qaphela stands up. I stand up too. 

“I’m done looking after you. From this day forward, I wash my hands off all of you. Wake up and go get jobs and support yourselves. This house is paid up. At least you have shelter. Everything else, you’ll figure it out yourself.” 

He holds my hand and we make our way to the door. Thembi is in so much disbelief. Lindiwe has been mute the whole time. 

We walk out of the door and I can see that my husband needs a hug. But not here. Not where these she-devils can see that this has hurt him. 

I drive us home and when we arrive, I hug him. We stay in the car and we just hold each other. He starts crying. Oh my baby. I let him cry on my chest and I just keep kissing his forehead and massaging his back. 

After he has had himself a good cry, he sits up and lies his seat down. I put my head on his chest. 

“You are not a bad person.” I tell him. 

He breathes and kisses the top of my head. 

“Your heart is one of the many things that I love about you. But not everyone loves that about you. Some people use it to their advantage. That doesn’t make you a bad person or a stupid person. It makes you the man I married and cannot help but protect.” 

He giggles. I giggle.

“This big bad wolf on the street is the biggest teddy bear in my life. And I love him very much.” 

“You never leaving me again. Right?” He asks me. 

“You have to promise me that you are never leaving me. And you are never cheating on me neither.” 

He laughs. 

“We are forever, husband. Headache child and all.” 

“Forever?”

“Yep, forever.” 

“And no more kids?”

“The one we have – she is all the children we need, buddy.” I say. 

He laughs. 

“Imagine having one more Gcina? Aneva!”

He is still laughing. His smile and laughter are everything. 

…

Qaphela

No. I don’t want any more children. But Nobantu’s reaction to this suggestion kills me all the time. 

I am laughing so hard that my tummy is beginning to hurt. She is looking at me, smiling at me. She is having a moment and my laughter is inspiring the moment. This is the love of my life. 

I brush the bottom of my chin the kiss her lips. 

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” I tell her. 

“Because ung’phethe kahle.” 

“And I’ll always be good to you.” I say. 

I take her hands and I start kissing her fingers. 

“Thank you for our daughter. Thank you for bringing her into this world and letting her back into a good place with you. I love our home when we are happy and just enjoying each other. Thank you for even the sharp tongue that she inherited from you.” I tell her. 

She chuckles.

“I’m serious. She’s happier. And she wants more now. She’s motivated.” 

“She is doing a lot better. I’m very happy about that.” 

“So, what are we going to do?” 

“She wants to go back to school. That’s a good thing. But she is still a bit of a trust-fund baby and expects mommy and daddy to pull through for her. So I’ll hire her as my PA. She will learn very well under me.” She says. 

“Oh no no no. It’s okay. She can work for me.” 

“And she learns what about your work, baby? The crime? How will you keep her away?” 

She makes a good point. 

“Just don’t drive her to a breakdown.” I say. She laughs. 

“I won’t. She will definitely be a good product of me.” 

We both laugh. 

“Are you guys coming inside the house or not?” Gcina says as she stands at the door. 

“Hai, we are still dating. Yini ngawe?” 

“In the car? You have a whole house! Must I bring you bananas and Tropika so you can go stand at the corner while you “check” each other?”

Nobantu and I laugh. 

“Come inside. I want to show you guys something. Come on.” She says. 

Nobantu and I reluctantly get up from this comfortable position that we are seated in and make our way into the house holding hands. I lead her inside the house and our eyes cannot believe what they are seeing. 

Our TV room has been turned into a picnic setting. There is artificial grass on the ground and a cute picnic blanket on spots of the grass. There is a picnic basket that is sealed and there is a chalkboard written all three of our names. 

“Gcina…”

Nobantu is close to tears. 

“I wanted us to have a family picnic. This is just me saying thank you for everything. Nobantu, I know that we don’t always get along, but you are my role model. I love you so much and if I had to pick a mother for myself, I would still pick you. Who else is going to slap Thembi just because she hit me?” 

We laugh. I wrap my arms around Nobantu. 

“And baba, you are such an incredible dad. I don’t think there is anyone who could love Nobantu and me the way that you do. You don’t just provide for us. You are the glue that keeps us together. Nobantu and I would have never made it in this relationship of ours if you were not part of our lives. Thank you for always putting us first, no matter how painful it gets. I love you and I could never wish for a better father.” 

Nobantu is emotional now. So am I, but I’m not planning on crying. 

“This is just my way of saying thank you for choosing each other and creating me and only me in that. I know I haven’t been the ideal daughter and I’m going to try my best to do better. But today, I just want us to be a family and have a good time creating memories together. I know you’d rather be on a date with just each other, but just for today, please feature your kid.”

Nobantu and I giggle. 

“Nobantu, I got that rabbit food of yours. Well, that’s all they had at that company that did this for us. But baba, I got you beer.” 

We laugh and settle on our little picnic spot. Everything I looked forward to coming back to when I was doing time has finally materialised. I wouldn’t trade this in for anything. 

As we indulge, I excuse myself to go to the toilet. I’ve been waiting for a delivery coming in from Gauteng. The Church said they’d deliver this afternoon. I’m a priest so I benefit significantly. I check my cellphone. The message is there. 

“Delivered – Sindiswa Msomi and Kebaabetswe Letswalo.” 

Good work. I’ll go check on it at the warehouse tomorrow, but I do brief my deacons to stage it with their families that they’ve gone on holiday. I brief them to look after them – especially Kebaabetswe. There are special instructions with her. They both have work to do on Monday.