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Chapter one
KHUMO MORAPEDI
This moment has finally arrived. Who would have thought
that Khumo Naomi Morapedi. Daughter of Motlalepula
and Joseph would be writing her matric final exams soon.
I will admit it's been hard it's even harder when your
parents earn peanuts. Most of the people from Metsing
work in the city. More like the men leave their wives with
kids to find work at the city of gold. The funny thing is
that the only gold those men actually bring back home is
other children from their “other” women.

Everyone knows everyone around here. The life at

Metsing is really not that bad as it was a few years ago.
We have improved. Schools have improved. A lot of
things are not similar like they were.
We now have two clinics instead of only one like we used
to and a hospital. Our primary and high schools have also
been improved. Life is much more bearable right now
unlike before. The only “good” thing we had back then is
water. No matter how dry and hot it gets our water never
depletes.

My mom decided to surprise us by visiting us this week.

Unfortunately my dad could not make it. He had to work.
My mom is a bulldozer. She likes being in charge. It's
either her way or the highway. I have no idea how my
dad has managed to tolerate her for this long. I can
already see some of her traits in Keneilwe. She's only 15
years but she's such a bully!
My parents were only blessed with two beautiful girls. Me
and Keneilwe.
I'm more close to my dad we best friends. If I had to
choose between my mom and dad I would without a
doubt choose my dad. Neilwe is mom's favourite. Papa
does not have a favourite. He tries by all means to treat
me and Neilwe equally. My mom though that one adores
Neilwe more. She does not even hide it from me that she
adores her more.

It's Monday morning and I'm already up getting ready for

school. Life would be much easier if only Keneilwe would
help as well but she's a princess who has servants
serving her. I have to get up early to make the fire
outside to get our bathing water hot. Yes we have
electricity but we only use it to light inside the house and
that any food that is in the fridge does not go to waste. I
hate Mondays with everything in me. I heard my phone
vibrating under my pillow. I took it from under the pillow
only to find a missed call from one of my cousin's who
have made it in life. If it's important she'll call again I
said to myself. Just when I stood up
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I said to myself. Just when I stood up the phone vibrated
again. I picked up.
“Cuzy!” she happily said.
“Someone is happy.”
“Eya. Ke itumetse ngwana ko gae. I got another
presenting gig.”
You see what I mean. Some people are destined to live
their lives as they see fit. Things go accordingly. Then
there's the likes of me. I'm truly happy for her though.
Out of all our cousins she's the realest one.
“I'm so happy for you ngwana ko gae. I truly am.”
“I know sweety. I'll come and visit you next month.”
“I can't wait to see you! Cuzy I have to go now. Kick
some ass on your new job.”
“Wa nkitsi wena cuzzy. Good luck for your finals cuzzy.
I'll send you some money later on.”
“Thank you cuzy. But you really don't have to send the
money. I know your mom is also depending on you. You
can se...” before I could finish off my sentence Neilwe
snatched my phone.
“Cuzy thank you so much for the money it helps so much
around the house. Wa itsi le wena gore batsadi ba
amogela di peanuts.” Keneilwe said to Neo.
I just looked at her with shock. I could not believe this
child.

I got up and went outside to start the fire but it looks like
Motlalepula had already started on the fire since the
water was now warm. “Tota Khumo ha o tsoga ka nako e
wa go nyalwa ke mang ngwanaka?” (If you're only
waking up at this time who is going to marry you my
baby?) She said that removing the pot that had porridge
in it.
“Mama kgale ke tsogile. Nne ke bua le Neo.” (I've been
awake for a while now. I was talking to Neo.)
I can't believe this woman. So she's more concerned
about me not getting married because apparently I woke
up late. Instead of worrying that I'll be late for school.
Wonders will never end! “Mama I'm going to bath. I don't
want to be late for school.” I left her outside and went to
our room to bath. Neilwe was sleeping again. This child is
not serious. “Yeyi! Yeyi! Yeyi Keneilwe o robetse motho
wa modimo?!”
“Eish modumo ke wa eng jaanong Khumo?!”
Wow. Motlalepula will deal with her spoilt brat. I don't
have time to deal with her child. I just can't.
After bathing I went to the kitchen and quickly ate my
porridge then took my lunchbox and left. I won't be late
for school because our “royal highness” princess Keneilwe
thinks the world revolves around her. Never!
As I hurriedly walked I nearly tripped and fell but
someone quickly caught me. “Are you okay?” when I
looked up it was Otsile. I shyly smiled and shook my
head yes.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Otsile asked.

“I don't want to be late for school. Mama would kill me.”
“You won't be late Khumo. You still have twenty minutes
before the bell rings. Besides she will kill Keneilwe since
she's the one who will be late.”
I laughed at the last statement. He stopped walking and
looked at me. “What's funny?”
“Mama would die first before she touches an inch of hair
on Neilwe.”
“Is that so? Then you're also safe akere.”
Yeah right. She would beat me into a coma. I said to
myself. Otsile was just staring at me. “What's wrong?”
“You said your mom would beat you into a coma.” Shit! I
said that loud didn't I?
“You probably didn't hear me well.”
“If you say so Khumo. Let's go.”

At school I kept on looking around hoping to spot Neilwe

but I didn't see her anywhere. I hope she didn't arrive
late. I saw Bianca and her squad making their way to me.
I rolled my eyes. I'm not in the mood for them today.
“Look guys it's the one and only Khumo who thinks she's
pretty.” her friends started laughing.
For matriculants they sure are very stupid and childish.
“What do you want Bianca?”
“You don't get to ask me questions. I do that do you
understand?”
“I really don't have all day ladies. Either you tell me what
you want or move away from me. Simple!”
She looked at me as if I stole her favourite jeans. I
usually ignore her and her crew but I guess today the
devil in me is out to play.
“Stay away from Otsile. He is mine and mine alone.”
Okay now it was my turn to look at her as if she punched
me in the face. Otsile is a dream. He is handsome and
has a nice voice. He is the most wanted boy at school. So
I don't know why I'm shocked that Bianca wants him for
herself.
“I don't know what you talking about.”
“You think I didn't see you giggling with him this
morning?”
“Oh that? I just walked with him not a big deal.”
“I don't care!! You don't walk with him you don't look his
direction you don't even breathe the same air as him.
Understood?” she left after that million dollar speech.

I stopped trying to find Neilwe and went to join my

friends. “O batlang Bianca?” Tidimalo asked.
“I must stay away from Otsile.” Tidi and Itsanang
laughed.
“Does she know that you two share a table at the English
class?” Itsanang.
“I have no idea. All I know is that madam over there told
me that I must not even breathe the same air Otsile
breathes.”
“Who does she think she is?! Is she married to him.” Tidi.
Tidimalo is the loose screw between us. I have no idea
why she was named Tidimalo when she's a loudmouth.
“Did you guys see Neilwe?”
“Nope. You know I sometimes wonder if you two are
really siblings.” Tidi.
“Trust me I sometimes ask myself that.”

The bell rang and we went our separate ways.

Chapter two
KHUMO MORAPEDI

One of the things I hate about being in matric is that

after school you still have to stay behind and do some
extra school work. It really gets tiring having to attend
school Monday to Saturday. We were given 15 minutes to
catch a breather before the extra classes start. Me and
Tidimalo decided to go and buy from the lady who sells
outside our school. Just as we went out the gate I heard
Otsile calling me. I pretended not to hear him and
continued walking to Ausi Ruth's stall. As we stood in the
line Otsile poked me on my shoulder. “Didn't you hear
me calling you?”
“No I didn't.”
“We'll walk together after the classes right?”
“I'm walking with Tidi so you don't have to.”
“That's also okay. Retla tsamaya rotlhe.”

I sighed. Not that Bianca scares me or anything but she's

from a well off family and she can make my life
miserable. Oh let's not mention how Motlalepula would
breath fire about how I'm chasing boys instead of
focusing on my school work. “Okay fine we'll all go
together.”
When we walked back into the school I saw Bianca
looking at me. At this moment I didn't care. What I don't
understand is why would Bianca's parents let her attend
school here in the village. Not that there's anything
wrong with our school but she could be attending at the
fancy ones in town.

BIANCA TLOU

As soon as I saw Khumo leaving her class I followed her

out and saw her with that noisy friend of hers going to
buy something to eat. I just stood there watching her. I
hated Khumo with everything in me. She thinks she's
better than everyone else. I don't know who lied to her
and told her that she's beautiful. The only beautiful thing
about her is her body. She had curves sitting in the right
places small boobs and a tiny waist. Besides that she
wasn't pretty. Just dark skinned. I've noticed how Otsile
has been trying to get her attention since grade 10 but
she has been playing hard to get. Otsile will never be
hers. He has to be mine!
“Bianca for how long are we going to keep on threatening
Khumo? This is exhausting now.” Remofilwe asked.
I turned and looked at her. Unlike Khumo Remo is
absolutely gorgeous. She's everything pretty.
“Do you have anything better to do Remo?”
“Motho wa modimo. I can't spend my breaks stalking
Khumo every single day. If I'm not stalking her during
break time it's on her Facebook account.” I heard Zanele
and Yarona mumbling.
“Do you two share the same sentiments as Remo?” I
asked looking at them.
“Not that we mind Bee but can we tone it down a bit.”
Zanele said.
Before I could answer them I saw Otsile giggling like a
fool with Khumo. I don't understand what everyone sees
in her. After they went inside the school yard we also
went in.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I really hoped that Otsile was joking when he said he

would be walking home with me. I lied saying Tidi would
be walking with me. She never does. She takes a
different route.
“I thought you said Tidimalo is walking home with you.”
“She changed her mind.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“So Khumo Morapedi you still have no desire being my
girlfriend?”
I stopped walking and looked at him. He can't be serious.
He can't still want me to be his girlfriend after I rejected
him in grade 10. “Le jaanong o santse o batla ke nna
motho wa gago Otsile?” ( you still want me to be your
girlfriend?) I said laughing.
“Yes!”
“You do know that Bianca wants you right?”
“Did I perhaps say I want Bianca?”
“No. But I'm just letting you...” he didn't let me finish my
sentence.
“Khumo if I wanted Bianca I would be with her. I let it go
back then because I wanted to let you think about this
without any pressure. We both in matric now.”
“So what if we in matric Otsile? Besides you can have any
girl you want why me?”
He stopped walking and held both my hands. He looked
me straight in the eyes and smiled. “Why not you
Khumo?”
I shyly looked down. Am I falling for Otsile’s tricks? I
looked up and he was still looking at me with that panty
dropping smile of his. “Stop looking at me like that tlhe
rra.”
“Ke go shebe jaang Khumo?” ( How should I look at you
Khumo?)
We both just stood there looking at each other as if we
were the only people who existed in the village. If I don't
move right now this staring contestant will end with
saliva exchanging!
“I have to go before my mom wonders where I am.” I
said trying to walk away.
“So what's it going to be? Are you giving me a chance to
love you?”
One thing I'm certain about is that I'm not madly in love
with him. But there's something I feel for him. I just
don't know if it's love. I've never had a boyfriend before
to differentiate what I'm feeling for Otsile. “Rra I have to
go.” I walked away.

The second I walked in my mom was already on my case.

“Khumo you should have been home a long time ago.
Khumo you selfish. You should've already started cooking
by now. Khumo...” I just left her there to talk to herself.
Neilwe should be the one who is cooking! I can't wait to
finish writing my exams. Go and further my studies
somewhere far from all this toxicity. As I walked to our
room
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my mom was already on my case. “Khumo you should
have been home a long time ago. Khumo you selfish. You
should've already started cooking by now. Khumo...” I
just left her there to talk to herself. Neilwe should be the
one who is cooking! I can't wait to finish writing my
exams. Go and further my studies somewhere far from
all this toxicity. As I walked to our room I heard Neilwe
talking to someone on the phone. When I pushed the
door open I was not ready for what I saw. There she was
all naked like when she was born. I just stood there. I
didn't blink. I just stood there with my mouth opened.
“Keng ka wena Khumo! Don't we knock around here
anymore?!” ( What's wrong with you Khumo!)
I slammed the door behind me and made my way
towards her. When I went forward she took steps
backwards. “If you dare touch me Khumo I'll scream very
loud.”
“Scream for what? Please scream so you can explain to
mama why you're naked and...”
“And. And what Khumo?! Am I not allowed to undress?”
“With your phone in your hand. And your fingers digging
for gold in your pussy?!”
I heard my mom banging on the door. “Yeyi! Yeyi lona!
Keng ka modumo jaanong?” ( What's with the noise
now?)
“Botsa ngwana wa gag...” Neilwe quickly put her hand on
my mouth to keep me quiet. I squinted my eyes and
looked at her. When she heard that mama has left she
slowly removed her hand. “I can see that we forgetting
our places now. Who is the oldest between me and you
Keneilwe?”
She just rolled her eyes and wore her dress. “You can be
annoying if you want Khumo. We supposed to be sisters!
Stop acting like you're my mom.”

This is exactly what I meant that this child is a bully! I'm

stuck with her 24/7 but she doesn't see my efforts. I
gave my dad a call. I'll feel better after talking to him.
“Nana.”
I smiled hearing his voice. This man was my rock and
strength.
“Papa hello.”
“Are you okay my baby?”
I took a deep breath. “I'm okay Papa. I just missed you.”
“I miss you too. And Punkie as well.” we both laughed
because we both knew how Keneilwe hated being called
that.
“She will kill the both of us if she heard you calling her
that.”
“She will always be Punkie to me. Anyway how is school
my princess?”
“School is okay Papa. Next week I'll be writing my finals.
I'm so nervous. What if I don't do well?”
“Nerves are okay Nana. I would be anxious if you were
not nervous. Listen here Khumo you should be very
proud of yourself. We might not tell you this as often as
we should but me and your mom are very proud of the
young woman you have become. Whenever you feel like
it's getting too much take a deep breath and pray. Don't
forget family is important.”
I sighed as I listened to my dad on the other side. I
needed to hear this but not the ‘family is important’ part.
“I love you Papa. I will not disappoint you. One day when
I'm a famous designer I'll take you all over the world.
We'll even go to Zimbabwe to visit your part of the
family.”
He sighed. My dad never talks about his family. I don't
know what happened between him and his family but it
would be nice to know his side of the family as well.
“Nana I have to go now. I love you okay. Greet your
mom and Punkie for me okay.”
We said our goodbyes and I cut the call.

I quickly undressed my uniform then went to help my

mom with the cooking.
“Mama where is Neilwe?” she just continued doing what
she was doing before she replied me.
“I don't know. She probably went to see her friends or
went to Aunty Dorris.”
Wow. Just great. I'm eighteen but I always have to
report where I'm going but a fifteen year old can do as
she pleases?!
“But if it were me. The entire village would be looking for
me.” I mumbled.
“What did you just say Khumo?” she said as she came
close. I took steps back. “Khumo what did you say?”
“I said nothing mama.”
“So I'm starting to hear ghosts speaking that's what you
saying to me?!”
“Mama. I promise I didn...” before I could say anything
further all I felt was a strong hand doing the tango with
my cheek. I just looked at her with shock. My mom has
laid her hands on me before but it was a long time ago.
All she does now is verbally abuse me. That slap left me
with a hearing disability for a few seconds.
“Khumo you seem to forget that I'm your mother not
your peer!”
“Sorry mama.” for the sake of peace. I'm always
apologizing even if she is wrong. She is the adult afterall.
“Go and fetch water before it becomes even darker. If
you had not been gallivanting the first thing you would've
done is to get water.”

It's 18h30 and I have to walk in the darkness to go fetch

water at the local tap. We have four taps in different
sections of our village. Those who don't work for selfish
bosses they have running water in their homes. I might
live in the village but that doesn't mean we don't have
those wannabe gangster. I'm a woman that's a crime on
its own.

Chapter three
KHUMO MORAPEDI

*Khumo ngwanaka. Life is hard. Life is not for the faint

hearted. Life is not to be taken lightly. I can smile with
you today only to be the one stabbing you in the back
the following day. The only person you can trust with
your life is the person you see when you look in the
mirror! You will make friends and lose those friends
again. When life get hard ngwanaka Khumo and you feel
as if you don't want to continue anymore. Rapela
ngwanaka. Pray Khumo. Evil is not only through
witchcraft. Even the heart can bewitch you.*

I sat in the dark thinking about the last words my great-

grandmother said before she took her last breath. Some
days I just sit and wonder if Motlalepula is really my
biological mom. There's no way a woman who carried
you for nine months plus labour pains would do what she
does.
After what transpired between me and my mom last
night. I wept until I fell asleep.
I don't even know what time Neilwe came back home.
I got up and went outside to start the fire and cook the
porridge. I just sat there lost in my own world. Then I felt
my phone vibrating in my tattered gown pocket. I took it
out and looked at the caller ID. I didn't know the number
so I put the phone back in my pocket. It rang again. I
answered.
“Khumo speaking hello?”
I heard the person laughing in the background.
“Khumo speaking hello?” the person mimicked my voice.
“Who is this?”
“I'm offended that my soon to be wife can't recognise my
voice.”
Shit! I quickly removed the phone from my ear before I
put it close to my ear again.
“Otsile?”
“Yes. It's me. I was just taking my chances. Wasn't sure
that you would be up by now.”
“I have no choice but to be up this early.”
“Okay. I was just checking up on you. Oh
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I also wanted to ask if it's you I saw last night going to
fetch water?”
“Yeah it was me. Look I have to go.” I didn't wait to hear
what he wanted to say I immediately hung up.

KENEILWE (NEILWE) MORAPEDI

I stood there listening to my sister talking with Otsile. It
rubbed me off in the wrong way. I don't understand why
would Otsile go for a basic dark skinned girl like my
sister. I'm light skinned I have a flat tummy I have a
beautiful smile even curves. So what's the fuss about
her?
I quickly turned around and went back to my room
before she noticed me. I don't want yesterday's
misfortune to happen again. I locked the door and went
to sit on the bed. I called Robert. I don't love him but he
gives me money.
“Hello baby.”
I wanted to swallow my own vomit. Even his voice was
nauseating.
“Hi handsome.”
“So what happened yesterday? I thought you were going
to send me a video.”
“Don't worry baby. Today I'm definitely sending it. I
didn't have data.” I lied through my teeth. With
absolutely no hesitation.
“Nelly baby. Didn't I say whatever it is you need you let
me know? Are you doubting my capabilities to provide for
you?”
“That's not what I was trying to do my love. I'm sorry.” I
had a smile plastered on my face. I saw the door handle
turning. Must be Khumo. She will have to wait I'm busy
right now.
“I don't like what you doing baby girl. Will R1500 be
enough?”
“Yes. Yes more than enough.” I was already planning
what to do with the money. I'm going to use some of it to
expand my makeup kit so I can practice some more. I
kicked in the air out of excitement. I'll give Khumo R200.
I'm not really that bad afterall. But knowing her she will
question me.
One thing I love about Robert; he will spoil you rotten! I
still have some of the money he gave me the last time. I
can't really spend as I wish because I live with a
detective in the house. Most of the things I buy I hide
them in our parents room. Smart right?
I unlocked then went and fetched water so I could get
ready for school.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Right now I'm bathing in our parents room because the

“princess” locked me out. One day I'm going to strangle
her to death. I could feel eyes on me as I bathed. I tried
ignoring it at first but I couldn't anymore. I got out of the
plastic dish and wiped myself. I looked at my mom. She
was looking at me as if she was studying me or looking
for something. I turned and gave her my back. “Khumo
come here.” Motlalepula said.
I reluctantly went to her. I stood a distance from her.
“Come sit here my baby.” she lightly tapped the bed.
Okay. This is weird. I went and sat next to her.
“What did I do Mama?”
“You did nothing my baby. I just wanted to apologize for
last night. I shouldn't have done that.”
To say I was shocked would be putting it lightly.
Motlalepula apologizing? I don't know what game she is
playing but I don't like it.
“Mama. You never apologize. No matter how wrong you
are. You don't do that.”
“I haven't been fair towards you. I've seen my wrongs.
I'm going back to Johannesburg today. I don't want any
bad blood between us.”
Whatever drugs Motlalepula took this morning must be
way too strong. “It's okay Mama. I have to go get
dressed before I get late for school.”
Before I left she told me to bring her handbag to her. She
gave me R1000 and said I will buy whatever is needed in
the house. She never gives me this much. I took the
money and went to our room. I had hoped that the
princess is done with whatever it is she was doing. I've
decided that I'll no longer interfere in Keneilwe’s
business. What she does with her life that's on her. I've
done my best. I'm not going to be abused by a fifteen
year old.
When I went in she was getting dressed. How great!
She's done and I'm probably going to be late. I went to
our wardrobe and removed my uniform from the hanger.
As I got dressed Neilwe was looking at me. Why is
everyone staring at me?
“Is something wrong Keneilwe?”
She looked embarrassed that I caught her staring.
“No.”
Weird. I continued getting dressed. I didn't have time to
eat breakfast. I took a few coins to buy “magwinya” on
my way to school. Mama was sitting outside when I left.
“Mama I'm leaving now.”
“Okay Nana. You will find me gone when you come back
from school.”
I gave her a hug and left.
Chapter four
KHUMO MORAPEDI

School came out a bit earlier today. Apparently we

needed to rest before we start with exams on Monday.
Well I'm only starting on Tuesday. Me and a few learners
stayed behind to try and do some revision on past
papers.
I saw Keneilwe making her way to where we were sitting.
“Khumo can you please borrow me your key I lost mine.”
I took it out and gave it to her. “Don't you want me to go
buy you lunch?” Neilwe.
“Since when do you buy me lunch? Where do you even
get the money to buy me that lunch?”
“Aahh! You see why I never offer to buy you anything.”
“Okay fine. A kota and coke will be enough.”
“Okay let me go and buy it quickly.”
“What about us?” Itsanang asked.
They looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Your sister is a weird child.” Tidi.
“She confuses me every single day. From now on I'm
letting her do what's best for her.”
“You always say this but do the opposite. Not that we
blame you mmata she's your baby sister. You will always
worry about her. It's normal.” Itsanang.
Neilwe returned with three kotas and cokes. I won't even
bother asking her where she got money to buy us each
R20 kotas. After eating we did our revision and left.

KENEILWE MORAPEPEDI
After giving Khumo and her friends their food. I
immediately rushed home to change. I was going to meet
up with TK in section B. Unlike Robert TK was cute but
they both had nothing on Otsile. Otsile was everything!
Pity he only saw me as a little girl. I knocked on his door
before entering. He smiled when he saw me.
“Baby girl.”
“Love.” we shared a kiss. He picked me up and went to
lie down on the single bed. He continued to kiss me while
trying to remove the short tight dress I had on. I stopped
the kiss.
“You can be boring sometimes TK.” I got off him.
“What did I do baby?”
“The only thing you want from me is sex. You didn't even
bother to ask me how was school?”
I heard him sigh. “Yeses Keneilwe! You see why I didn't
want to do this? You're acting like my girlfriend now. Why
did you come here?”
I looked at him while enjoying the juice he had left on
the table. “Would you have died if you had asked me how
was school? For a 22 year old you can act like an idiot!”
He grabbed my arm and twisted it. I screamed from pain.
“Keneilwe! Keneilwe.. I'm not your friend. Stop talking to
me like I'm one.” He stopped twisting and I wriggled
myself from his tight grip. I attempted to leave but he
quickly blocked me from going. “Sorry baby. Love?” he
tried to touch me but I moved. “I'm sorry my love. How
was school?”
“TK move I want to go home. I didn't come here to be
harrassed by you.” he made puppy eyes. I couldn't help
but laugh. I didn't mean to but I can't help myself
everytime he does this. He walked closer this time
around I didn't move.
He kissed me again. I kissed him back. “We don't have
much time. Your brother will be home soon.”
“So?” we made it to the bed with no clothes on. I lay on
the bed as he got on top.
We continued kissing while he used his fingers to finger
me. “You get tighter everytime we have sex.” he said
while rubbing my clit. I let out a moan.
“TK..”
“Yes baby..”
I felt his huge dick knocking on my vaginal opening. I
opened my legs a bit wider. I massaged his head as he
sucked on my boobs.
“Baby please..”
“What do you want?”
“Tsenya tlhe..” (insert it please..)
He tried pushing himself in but struggled for a bit until he
managed. I moved back a bit. He did have a big penis.
“Keng jaanong Keneilwe?” (what's wrong now Keneilwe?)
Before I could answer him. He upped his pace. He
thrusted in and out with so much force. “TK.. aahh..
yoh!” he continued banging me with no mercy. My tears
made my vision blurry. I wanted him to stop but again I
didn't want him to.
“Fuck!” I felt my orgasm nearing. I used my fingers to
rub my clit. Him groaning next to my ear was a sound I
liked.
“Aahh..yes.. aah...mhh”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Arriving home after the day I had I would have expected

Neilwe to have at least cleaned. This child will be the
death of me! I don't understand how she thinks. She
didn't even lock the damn door. I went to our room to
change before cleaning. I started with our room first. As I
swept something under the bed caught my attention. I
kneeled to look. It was a pack of pads. A packet that has
not been opened yet! I bought these for Neilwe two
months ago. Why aren't they open? I sat on the bed
trying to do the maths.
I laughed. There's no way Neilwe is already having sex. It
can't be. I left the packet on top of the bed and
continued to clean. After the bedroom the lounge and
kitchen were next. My phone rang I ran back to the
bedroom it was Tidimalo.
“Mmata!”
“Yes?”
“Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Besides studying I have to go to town to buy things we
need in the house. Why?”
“Perfect! I'm also going to town tomorrow. We have been
invited to a party.”
“Tidi I have to go to town to buy things we need in the
house. Why?”
“Perfect! I'm also going to town tomorrow. We have been
invited to a party.”
“Tidi since when do I attend parties? Whose party?”
“Stop being so uptight. You know Pula right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well that rich kid invited us to some house party. His
parents went away for the weekend and he is having a
party. More like a get together before our finals on
Monday.”
“I'm not sure.. why would he want to invite us? We're not
his friends.”
“So that means you're not going to be there?”
“Yes. I have to study. If I don't pass my matric I'm not
going to get space at the school of fashion.”
“Fine! What time are we going to town?”
“10h00?”
“Okay.” she cut the call.
Me partying? I shook my head and laughed.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

“Aah..yes.. fuck!”
“Now that was amazing.” TK said getting off me. I just
lay there trying to catch my breath. My legs were so
numb if I tried getting up right now I would fall.
“Baby can I have some water.”
“Okay I'm coming.”
After wiping myself clean I saw a dress in the laundry
basket. I walked there and held the dress between my
fingers. The door opened. I folded my arms and looked at
TK.
“Care to explain this?” I held the dress in the air.
“Is it not yours?”
I started laughing. I couldn't believe my ears. “Mine? If
that's mine does that mean I walked back home naked?
You think I'm an idiot right?” he just looked at me with a
bored face. “TK!”
“Yoh! I don't know who the dress belongs to yerr.” he
walked out again.
I couldn't believe this fool. I was about to put on my
dress when the door opened again. “Take me back home
wena TK!” I said without looking back.
“Keneilwe Morapedi.”
I turned and looked at Tumisang. “What do you want
here?”
“Last time I checked this is my brother's room.”
“So? Can't you see I'm getting dressed? Get out
Tumisang.”
He walked towards me. “So does my brother fuck you
like I do? Does he make you feel like I do?” he kept on
coming closer and closer. I just stood there without
moving backwards. “Does he know your body like I do?”
he pulled me close to him.
“Tumi..”
“Yeah?” he gently fondled my breast and kissed me on
the neck. I moved my head slightly to give him more
access to my neck.
“We..we shouldn't.. we shouldn't be doing this.”
He kept on leaving wet kisses on my neck. I tried to stop
what we were doing but I couldn't. I must have a strong
demon living rent free in my body. I stroked his dick
through his shorts. “Shit!” he immediately picked me up
and before I knew it his dick was hitting the right spots.
“Aah Tumi! Aah.”
I should be afraid that TK can walk in any minute now
but I'm not. Tumi was giving me strong deep thrusts. I
tried to keep my moans low but I found myself
screaming.
“Yoh Neilwe!”
“Mhmm.. aahhh.” I arched my back when I felt my
orgasm nearing. He thrusted twice and I let go. I was
satisfied! I felt him twitch inside of me.
“I love you Neilwe.”
After cleaning me up he walked me home. I know I'm
going to find a raging Khumo. I'm to exhausted for her
tantrums she needs to live a little.
 KHUMO MORAPEDI

I was starting to get worried. It's 20h00 and there's no

sign of Neilwe. I tried calling but it just rang unanswered.
What if she's killed and buried somewhere in the forest.
If I call mama now she's going to bite my head off about
me being useless!
I couldn't sit at home while I don't know where my baby
sister is. Just before I opened the door she did. She
looked like a mad woman. “Neilwe?”
“Not now Khumo. Not now.” she went to our room. I
followed her.
“Where are you coming from at this time? I was worried
sick about you. You could have at least called.”
“Khumo don't you understand the meaning of not now?
I'm tired I want to sleep.” she said that getting
underneath the covers.
“O selfish ngwana ko gae. Very selfish! I was about to go
out in middle of the night to look for you. I thought
maybe someone hurt you. But.. wow!”
“You would have been happy right?”
“Happy with what?”
“Me being dead!”
I couldn't believe my ears. I just laughed. “Are you being
serious right now? Between me and you we both know
who would be happy if one of us were dead. You! You
would be thrilled if I was dead!” I slammed the door on
my way out.
I was boiling. If I stayed any minute in that room I would
have killed that child.
Chapter five
KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I felt a vibration underneath the pillow. I rolled my eyes

after seeing who it was. I touched the other side of the
bed and Khumo was not next to me.
“Baby.”
“How are you baby? Did I wake you up?”
“No my love. I was actually about to call you.” the lies!
“I'll be seeing you later today right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I love you baby. Bye.”

Yoh Robert! How am I getting rid of you?

I tried sleeping but I felt bad about what happened last
night. I know Khumo means well but she can be a bit
overbearing. I just want her to start acting her age. I
didn't mean to be rude but it happens without any
hesitation. I'll ask for forgiveness later. I went back to
sleep.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I slept very late last night after that fight. I was hurt that
my own flesh and blood would say such. I tried studying
but that didn't work. I had to sleep in my parents room
because of her. After tidying up the room I went to the
kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I heard a knock
on the door. So early in the morning?
“Aunty Dorris?”
“Hello Khumo.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Batho Khumo! Can I at least come in?”
I moved aside so she can enter. “Can I make you a cup
of coffee or tea?”
“A cup of coffee would be nice. Where's Neilwe?”
“I don't know.” I walked outside to get the hot water.
“What do you mean you don't know?”
“Exactly that. I slept in mama’s room. I wanted to
study.” I brought our coffees and sat opposite her. I
looked at her waiting for her to tell me why she's here.
“Khumo you know if you and Neilwe need anything you
can ask?”
“Yes I know.”
She looked around the house with disgust. I couldn't help
but chuckle.
She placed her cup on the table and got up. “Thanks for
the coffee I have to rush somewhere.”
“Okay.”
As soon as she left I burst into laughter. Aunty Dorris!
She didn't even drink her coffee. As I was washing the
dishes I used for breakfast Neilwe walked in.
“Good morning.”
I just looked at her then went to our room to fetch some
clothes. She followed me.
“Khumo I'm sorry.”
“Okay.” I tried to leave but she grabbed my arm. I
looked at her then she left my arm.

After getting dressed I walked to section B. I found

Tidimalo still getting dressed.
“I'm almost done mmata.” she said while running around
like a headless chicken.
Thirty minutes later we left. On our way to get taxis to
town TK and his friend stopped us. People from this
village are irritating!
“Keng TK? We don't have time for nonsense.” Tidi said
annoyed.
“I don't want you I want to talk to Khumo.” he walked to
where I stood.
“Do I look like someone who wants to talk to you? Just
leave me alone.”
We tried to walk away but they blocked us from leaving...

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Khumo always forgives me after our fights but today she

was not interested in what I had to say. Maybe if I buy
something for her she will forgive me. My bathing water
was ready. After bathing I got an idea how to get Khumo
to forgive me. I called mama.
“My favourite baby.”
“Mama!” I faked a cry.
“What's wrong? Why are you crying my baby?” I could
hear my dad asking my mom what's wrong in the
background.
“Khumo.”
“I should've known! What did she do to you?”
“I came home a bit late last night because I was doing
my assignment at Aunt Dorris. When I arrived she
started shouting and saying hurtful words to me mama. I
don't want to stay here anymore.”
“Don't cry my baby. I'll talk to her. Where is she now?”
“I don't know. When I woke up she was not in the
house.”
“I'm going to kill that child!”
I dropped the call. Mission accomplished. I remembered
a jacket I left at TK’s. I got dressed and walked to his
home. Just a distance from where he lived I saw him
holding Khumo by the waist. I felt my chest tighten. Why
must Khumo want every guy I like? Didn't she say she's
a virgin? I felt like going there to confront them but
knowing TK he would embarrass me in front of that
loudmouth Tidimalo.
I didn't bother myself going to fetch that jacket. I
furiously walked home. Khumo will regret this! She won't
get away with this.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

We managed to get TK to let me go. He annoyed me to

the core. I don't know why he thinks I would date him.
Tidi was just quiet throughout our ride. She noticed how
angry I was. To make matters worse my mom called me
breathing fire! Just when I thought we were making
progress ten steps backwards!
I know Keneilwe is sneaky but this was too much. How
can she lie like this? I looked at Tidi.
“Mmata are you still going to the party?”
“Yes.”
“Okay what time must we be there?”
She looked confused. “What you mean by ‘we’?”
“It means that I'm also coming to the party. I need
something to wear.”
“You know you don't have to come right? I wasn't forcing
you.”
“This has nothing to do with you. I'm done living my life
for anyone. No matter how hard I try it's never enough.”
I'll use the money my dad gave me the last time he was
here. If Motlalepula wants to beat me up
Sponsored
I'll give her a reason to. We arrived in town and explored
different stores to find outfits for tonight.
“Khumo?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I tell you something but please don't be angry.”
“Okay.”
“I know you said you won't interfere in Keneilwe’s life
anymore but..”
I stopped her from going any further. “Mmata I love you
so much. I don't want us to argue because of Keneilwe.”
“I love you too but listen!” she dragged me to the fitting
room. “Listen I saw her getting into TK’s room yesterday
and she only left late at night. The weird thing is that
after TK left his brother Tumelo went in and only left late
at night.”
“Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
“I don't know who she is sleeping with between TK and
Tumelo but she's sleeping with one of them or both.”
I burst into laughter. I looked at Tidimalo and she had on
a serious look. “You're not joking?”
“Khumo why would I joke about something like this? Me
and you both know that TK is a man whore! I've lost
count of the females who enter that room.”
I sat on the bench that was in the fitting room. I was
trying to make sense of what Tidi just said. It made
sense why she came in looking the way she did last
night. “The pads!”
“What pads?”
“Oh ntate modimo!” I stood up and paced around in that
tiny room. “That would explain why she has not used the
pads yet.”
“Your sister is going to give you grey hair before your
time. Let's go to Mr Price instead. There's nothing
interesting in here.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I was running late! Knowing Robert he is going to bite my

head off. I looked at myself on the mirror and my
makeup was perfect! I have improved. I wore a pair of
high waist shorts and a string top with thigh high heels. I
looked like a matured woman. I didn't tell Robert my real
age. All he knows is that I'm seventeen soon to be
eighteen.
Now I had to walk all the way to Aunt Dorris to leave the
key because Khumo is gallivanting with TK. Just thinking
about him on top of her makes me nauseous!
Aunt Dorris likes acting like she is better than everyone
else especially us because she has a bigger house and
running water in her yard. She thinks I don't know that
her daughter Kalanyana works as a stripper in
Johannesburg. She's always bragging about how her
daughter works so hard as a personal assistant for some
rich guy. I know this because I once saw her when
Robert took me to his house in Johannesburg. The first
time I left this village. No one knows that I've been
there. Even our town is not hectic. At least it has the
basic shops.
When I opened the gate I saw her watering her flowers.
“Aunty?”
She turned and looked at me. “Neilwe? O ya kae o le
montle jaana ausi?” (where are you going looking so
beautiful?)
“I need something in town for the school trip.”
“You shouldn't be going by yourself it's dangerous.”
“Please give Khumo these keys if she arrives before me.”
“Where is she?”
“I don't know.” before she could open her mouth I ran
out of her yard.
I managed to get a taxi to town. I read messages from
Robert he was furious! Timing is everything to him. After
an hour and thirty minutes we finally arrived in town. I
knew where he had parked his car. I immediately made
my way there. I found him giggling with another female.
“You finally made it I see.”
“I didn't know you had company?”
He opened the front door. “Get in.”
“Why? You already have company. I'll just go back
home.”
“Keneilwe! Don't make me drag you inside this car.”
If it wasn't for his money I would have left him a long
time ago. This disgusting pig!
Chapter six
DORRIS MORAPEDI

*Flashback*

More than ten years ago

“Motlalepula get up! I don't want to be late on our first

day at work.”
“Fine! I'm up okay.”
“I'm leaving you behind if you don't hurry up. You're old
enough now. I can't be waking you up for work.”
“I heard you Dorris. Stop making it such a big deal. I'm
up now.”
I shook my head and wore our work uniform. I packed
our lunch then sat outside to wait for her.
An hour later we had arrived at work and already I was
exhausted. We worked for an Indian couple at their
restaurant. Lunch time was the worst! The amount of
dishes that had to be washed dried and packed! Just
after lunch there was a very handsome man delivering
stock. From how he carried those boxes you could tell
that he was strong. He could protect you.
“Dorris go and help them bring in those boxes and stop
slacking!” Mrs Rampersad said.
I didn't want to get fired on my first day. I walked over to
the truck to help them bring in the boxes. Me and Mr
handsome would talk as we brought in the boxes. He was
a funny guy. We exchanged numbers before he left. I
couldn't help but smile. He might be the love of my life.
The father of my children.
*End of flashback*

Life at Metsing was very difficult. There was actually no

life. When one was old enough to work we came to
Johannesburg to find work. Our mom was a very strict
woman. She made life unbearable especially after our
father passed away. They got retrenched at work
meaning she had to return home. Our mother had a
sharp tongue. Her words were painful. She didn't care
though. She disliked me because I was the daughter of
the woman who almost cost her her marriage. Every
chance she got she would remind me of that. The only
people who didn't treat me different besides my dad was
my two older half-brothers my grandparents and older
half-sister. Mama and Motlalepula didn't hide their hatred
towards me. They made sure I suffer. I thought things
would be better when I found a job but that made things
worse! I wish Khumo was not Motlalepula’s child she
deserves better. She probably thinks I hate her because
of how I act most of the time but that's not the case. I
looked at Khumo enter and smiled. She was so gorgeous.
She reminded me of our grandmother. Her beautiful
heart and soul but in this world that's a weakness.
“Dumelang.” she greeted.
“Khumo ngwanaka.”
“Aunty did Keneilwe leave the key here? She's not at
home.”
“Yes.” I took it out from my pocket and gave it to her.
“Thank you.”
“Are you not going to ask where she went?”
I stopped walking and looked at my aunt. “If she wanted
me to know where she was going she would have told
me.” I walked back home.
I packed everything where it belonged then went to our
room to fit the clothes I was going to wear tonight. I
already fitted them but I did again.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Robert took me and the “other” lady out for lunch. I felt
like a third wheel. From how comfortable and touchy she
was they have had sex before. He lied to me he said I'm
the only woman in his life.
“Baby are you okay? You want to order something else?”
“No.”
“Okay take my card and go buy the things you said you
need.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
I bought more makeup and clothes. He didn't tell me how
much to use I kept on buying unnecessary things. It then
hit me that I have not been on my periods yet. I
suddenly started sweating. How could I be so careless. I
bought a few pregnancy tests as well.
I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to go home. I
went back where we were and they were still lovey
dovey. I sat down quietly.
“You bought everything that you need?”
I just stared at him. I didn't realise he was actually
talking to me until he shook me.
“What!” I snapped.
“Hey! Hey! Don't snap at me. I asked if you got
everything that you need.”
“Yes I want to go home now.”
“It's still early. I will take you home. We're going to
Dolly’s house to have fun.” he said sliding his hand into
her mini skirt. I felt like puking.
“Have fun?”
“Yes my love. To have fun.” he turned and looked at me.
“Me and you have not had fun in a while today I want
you to myself. I want that pussy to swell up once I'm
done with it.” he said all that while rubbing himself.
I just nodded.
He kept his promise after the lunch we drove to Dolly’s
room. She was renting a room in town. She must be
making enough money to be able to rent in town. It was
clean.
“Welcome to my room. Make yourselves comfortable.”
she removed the clothes she had on and sat on top of
Robert.
I just swallowed. The love of money will kill me one day.
“Baby don't just sit there come to daddy.” I reluctantly
took off my clothes and went to him. “What am I
supposed to do now?”
“You have never had a threesome before?” Dolly asked.
“No.”
She smirked. She held my hand and instructed me to lay
on the bed and spread my legs. She also got on top of
the bed and started massaging my entire body. I was so
tense.
“Relax.” she kissed my entire body. From head to toe.
She started playing with my kitty to get me wet. I was
starting to get aroused. She would finger me or use her
tongue. I started enjoying myself and let out moans.
On the other side of the bed Robert was enjoying the
show. He was stroking himself and that drove me over
the edge. Before I knew it I was giving her head while
Robert took it from the back...

KHUMO MORAPEDI

After bathing I wore the high waist ripped jeans and a

crop top with a jacket on top. I wasn't a fan of crop tops
because I had a small belly and stretch marks. I might
have a tiny waist but the belly was there. Tidimalo
convinced me to buy one. It didn't look bad. I wore
heeled boots that Tidi bought me. My braids were still
fresh. I always have them tied but today I didn't. I didn't
know how to apply makeup on so I didn't. Just lipgloss
and mascara. I called Tidi;
“Mmata are you done?”
“No I'm still doing my makeup. Come over so I can do
your brows I know you can't.” we both laughed.
“I'm still waiting for Neilwe she's still not home. I don't
want to go to Aunty Dorris.”
“Where could that child be? Let me go and see if she's
not at TK’s room.”
“What are you going to say you're looking for there?”
“To tell TK to leave you alone! You're not interested.”
“Good luck!” I cut the call.

Thirty minutes later and still no sign of her. Tidi called

and told me she's not there. I tried calling her but it went
straight to voicemail. I had no choice but to leave the key
under the mat. If she doesn't use her brain it's on her. I
walked to Tidimalo’s and Itsanang was also there.
“Mmata!” she said admiring me. “Are you wearing a crop
top?”
“You can see that but you're asking.” I rolled my eyes
before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You look gorgeous Mmata. You must buy more crop
tops.”
Tidi did my makeup before we left. I looked beautiful
without the makeup on but right now I looked hot!
“You see I told you makeup gives you that boost.”
Tidimalo.
As we arrived in section BC more students arrived as
well. This section is for the upper class. It's a bit far from
school. It's more fancy than the rest of the sections in
the village. I just stood there and admired the house and
garden. It really looked beautiful.
“Some people are living large.” Itsanang said.
“Ladies! You made it.” Pula said by the doorway looking
at me.
“Yes we did! Let the party begin.” we walked further into
the house and there was a table that had paper cups and
a big bucket that had juice in it.

Two hours later I was all over the place. I don't know
what was in the juice but it was nice. I went to the table
to fill my cup when I felt like someone was digging holes
into my soul. I turned and found Pula looking at me I saw
Bianca also looking at me. I filled my glass just as I
turned I bumped into Otsile. “Sorry.” we both said at
once.
“Khumo I didn't know you attend parties as well?”
“There's always a first time for everything right?”
“Otsile I've been looking all over for you. I want to tell
you something.” Bianca.

I just left them there. If Bianca is trying to make me

jealous it won't work.
I was dancing to a song I didn't know when I felt
someone lightly tapping me on the shoulder. I smiled
once I realised who it was.
“Omphile?”
“Hello. I didn't think I would see you here.”
“Why is everyone saying that? Well I'm here now. I didn't
know you're back in the village.”
“I'm only home for the weekend Monday I'm going back.”
“How's the varsity life?”
“It's okay just a lot of assignments. Uhm Khumo.” he
scratched his head. “Can I please have your number?”
We exchanged numbers and continued to talk. Omphile
was a cool guy he didn't rub you off the wrong way. Pula
on the other hand was annoying.
“Do you mind if we go to my room?” I raised a brow. Just
to chill nothing more.
“We can do that outside.”
“It's too cold outside.”
I sighed. “Fine but if you try anything you will regret it.”
He held my hand as we tried to walk to his room. I felt
someone grabbing me.
“Where are you going Khumo?”
“We just going to chill in his room.”
“That's the oldest trick guys use when they want to have
sex with you. Don't fall for it! How many fingers do I
have?”
“Really Tidimalo? That's four fingers.”
“I wanted to be sure you're not drunk. Please don't do
anything.” I gave her a nod before disappearing into the
crowd.
“She cares about you.”
“I know.” he unlocked his room and we went in. The
noise was much better in here. The room was tidy...

Chapter seven
KHUMO MORAPEDI

I looked around in Omphile’s room before sitting on the

bed. He was searching for something in his closest. He
returned with a glass bottle that had something clear in it
and a two litre bottle of sprite. He sat next to me.
“Vodka?”
“I've never drank before.”
He started chuckling. “Khumo you're drinking alcohol
right now. That juice has alcohol in it.”
“Really? That's why I was a bit light headed.”
He poured the vodka first before the sprite. I took a sip.
It wasn't bad.
“Not too strong?”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“No. Taste mine it's much stronger.”
I did and it burnt my throat. “Your poor liver!”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.” I turned a bit to face him.
“How come you're so different?”
“I'm lost.”
“You don't attend parties well until now you didn't drink
alcohol. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I'm just not interested. My boyfriend is my school
books.”
“So you've never.. like never had a boyfriend or
girlfriend?”
“No.”

TIDIMALO (TIDI) MARUPING

When I invited Khumo to this party it was for her to have

fun. Enjoy herself and let loose. She's always at home
overworking herself and studying. I've known her since
primary school. She has always been an A student.
I want only the best for her. I always get so heartbroken
when I see how Keneilwe treats her. I want her to go far
from this village meet people and prosper. She deserves
diamonds and pearls.
Khumo is soft she sees the good in everyone. She's so
forgiving. Yet she's also strong. Friends like her are rare.
If she's in pain I'm also in pain. I looked around and saw
her holding hands with Omphile Pula’s brother. It looked
like they were heading to his bedroom. I pushed people
out of my way to catch up with her. She has never tasted
alcohol in her life the punch might be a little bit too
strong for her. I wanted to make sure she's in her right
state of mind. I grabbed her hand and asked where she
was going. It's been thirty minutes since they went to his
room. Thirty minutes too long. I gulped down the punch
in my cup then went to his room.
Just before I could knock I heard her laughing. Genuinely
laugh. It was a nice sound to hear. I slowly opened the
door and they were sitting on the bed facing one another.
There was a bottle of vodka next to them. The curtain
was opened the light from the moon shined brightly on
her face. She looked so beautiful and young.
This is what I wanted. Her to have fun and forget about
everything else. I slowly closed the door and returned to
where I was. I'll keep on checking up on her until we
leave. I went to the table to fill my cup.
“Hey Tidi have you seen Khumo?”
“What do you want from her Otsile?”
“I just want to talk to her.”
“Talk? When she was standing here with you why didn't
you talk with her then?” I left him there.
 KHUMO MORAPEDI

I made sure not to drink a lot. I don't want to wake up

and have regrets. I looked at Omphile and smiled.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“How?”
“Nevermind. Are you not hungry?”
“A little bit.”
“I'm going to make us something to eat quick. Come and
lock the door.”
After I had locked I tried calling Keneilwe again but still
no answer. I heard a knock on the door. I went and
opened.
“Rolls and braai meat?”
“Perfect!”
We ate in complete silence. Only our mouths moved. We
heard another knock we looked at one another.
“Omphile why is your room locked?”
“What do you want Pula?”
“Have you seen Khumo?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? The last time I saw her she was with
you.”
“Well she's not here. Go and ask one of her friends.”
“Why would your brother look for me? We're not friends.”
Omphile just shrugged his shoulders and lay on the bed.
I joined him. It was nice and calm. I might not know all
these latest music but judging from the noise outside.
“Sistah Bettina” was playing.
I used my elbow for support. “Tell me about the clubbing
in Johannesburg.”
“Nothing much to say. I have not explored that life just
yet.” I nodded. “But as soon as I do I'll let you know.” he
tickled me.
I kept on wrestling him trying to get him to stop tickling
me. The more I wrestled him
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the more he tickled. I had tears coming from my eyes
due to me laughing so hard.
“Omphile tlhe rra.” he stopped and just looked at me. We
looked at each other for a while until he leaned forward.
My heart was racing! He was seconds away from making
contact with my lips before he smiled and asked if he
could kiss me. I should have said no but I agreed. My
first kiss.
He turned us around so that I could be on top. I've never
kissed anyone before. Right now I have no idea if I'm
doing it correctly. I stopped the kiss and shyly looked at
him. “Am I doing it right?”
The only answer I got was him kissing me again. It was
so slow. I didn't know what to do or where to touch him.
As if he read my mind he put my hands around his neck.
We had a rhythm now. We moved as one. It must be the
vodka that gave me courage to start moving my hands
up and down his back. He helped me remove the jacket I
had on followed by the crop top. I didn't know how to
explain how I felt. I had this ball of excitement. We would
kiss then stop for a few seconds just to stare at each
other. After I removed his golf t-shirt a knock interrupted
us. “Just ignore it.” before he could remove my bra
another knock.
“Khumo are you still in there?”
“Yes are we leaving?”
“No. I just wanted to make sure you're still fine.”
“I'm good.”
When I was certain that she had left we continued where
we left off. He massaged my left boob while the one on
the right was getting wet kisses. From my boobs to the
neck I let out a moan. My breathing had changed. I just
wanted him to continue giving me the neck kisses. I used
my free hand to lower my hand to his pants. I put my
hand in his pants and touched his penis. My eyes popped
and I immediately retracted my hand. He put it back in
and showed me how to stroke him.
Minutes later we were both naked on his bed. He had on
a condom. All I did was look at his length trying to figure
out how that big thing was going to fit. He stopped my
thoughts with a kiss and tried to penetrate. I moved
back.
“Khumo we shouldn't be doing this.”
I sat on my butt and looked at him. “Why?” my
subconscious slapped me! Why would I ask him that?
He indicated that I should straddle him. I did. “Khumo I
didn't bring you to my room to have sex with you. As I
said you're not like the rest. This is not how your first
time should be. It must be special. Do you understand?”
I smiled before nodding.
Let's get dressed before someone knocks again he kissed
me on the cheek...

KENEILWE MORAPEDI
I only got home around 01h00 in the morning. I don't
know why I keep on giving Khumo more reason to hate
me. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I knocked
but there was no answer.
“Khumo open the door. I'm sorry for only arriving now.
Khumo?”
I stopped knocking on the door went to our bedroom
window and tried peeping in to see if she was in there. I
saw nothing. I knocked again on the window still nothing.
It was cold and I wanted to sleep. Robert and Dolly took
all my energy. I smiled thinking about the things that we
did. I felt my bean throb just thinking about what
transpired. I stopped knocking and went back to the
front. I sat on the mat but something poked my butt. I
used my hand to remove whatever it was under the mat.
Thank you Jesus! It was the key.
I unlocked and went in. “Khumo?” I switched on the
lights then looked for her in the rooms. No sign of her.
Khumo never goes anywhere at night. Where could she
be at this time? I checked my phone and I had a few
missed calls from her. I called her back.
“Keneilwe o batlang?” (what do you want?)
“Where are you?”
“Last time I checked we don't tell each other our
whereabouts.”
“I was just worried about you Khumo. You're my sister
I'll always worry about you.”
“Keneilwe just go sleep and don't lock the door.” she cut
the call.
I went to our room but I couldn't sleep. I love Khumo yet
again I hate her so much! Sometimes I just want to
strangle her.
Around 02h00 in the morning Khumo arrived. From her
loud singing she was drunk. Since when does she drink? I
got off the bed and made my way to the lounge. She was
with a guy I didn't know. He turned. Our eyes locked.
“Omphile?”
“Hi Keneilwe. Where is her room? She needs to sleep.”
We took a drunk Khumo to bed then he left. No small
talks nothing!

Chapter eight
KHUMO MORAPEDI

My head felt like I was carrying a 20 litre bucket on my

head. I looked at the time on my phone it was 12h00 in
the afternoon. I've never slept until this time. I urgently
needed the toilet. I passed Neilwe at the lounge as I
rushed outside to the toilet.
“How is the hangover?”
I ignored her and went to the kitchen to make myself a
cup of coffee. I hope it works. It's too hot for me to make
a fire outside only for a cup of coffee.
“Khumo how long are you planning on ignoring me?” I
opened my mouth to say something but decided not to.
I could hear my ringing phone in the room.
“Hello?”
How is the headache?
“Not too bad. I'm just too tired.”
“Drink lots of water and some painkillers.”
“Won't coffee help?”
I heard him laugh on the other end. “Coffee does nothing
to help with a hangover. Well for me it has never
worked.”
“Really? I read somewhere that it helps.”
“Lies. Are you busy?”
“I just woke up. Need help with something?”
“I just wanted to see you before I leave. Maybe get a
goodbye kiss..”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I was about to knock on our parents bedroom when I

heard Khumo laughing. I don't remember the last time I
heard my sister laugh. I know I'm one of the reason why
she's not happy. My phone vibrated in my pocket.
“Keneilwe hello?”
“Hi it's me.”
Really! “It's you who?”
“Dolly.”
I moved away from the door and went to our room. I
made sure to lock the door. “Dolly where did you get my
number from?”
“I'm a woman with many talents. Can I see you today?”
“We only met yesterday and already you want to meet
me. I thought our only link is Rob.”
“I don't take orders from him I'm a big girl. Are you
coming or not?”
I lay on the bed and remembered the assignments I still
had to do. “Why do you want to see me Dolly? You can't
just expect me to get into a taxi and come see you
because you said so.”
“I noticed that you love fancy things also that you mostly
bought makeup yesterday. I can teach you a few makeup
trick and we could continue where we left things.”
I quickly got up from the bed like the Undertaker. “Will
Rob be there?”
“No only me and you. I know you enjoyed yourself
Neilwe.” she's damn right I enjoyed myself. More than I
did with Rob. “Are you still there?”
“Uhm.. yeah I'm still here.”
“Tell me when you get to rank I'll come fetch you.”
“I didn't say yes.”
“Wear a short dress and don't wear any underwear.”
“Dolly I'm not your... Hello?” she cut the call. I tried
calling her back but it just rang.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Tidimalo was walking with me to Pula’s house. I didn't

want to walk alone.
“Mmata how's the headache?”
“It would be better if I was not walking in the sun. It's
too hot today.”
“So what's happening between you and Omphile?”
I stopped and looked at her. “Nothing.”
“I hope you didn't give him your virginity last night.”
“I almost did.”
“Khumo!”
“I said I nearly did but he stopped us from taking things
further.”
“Wait he stopped things from going further?”
“Yes.” I smiled thinking about my first kiss.
“That smile Khumo Morapedi what are you not telling
me?”

We found Pula relaxing at the veranda.

“Ladies what are y'all doing here?”
“Get off your high horse we're here for your brother.”
Tidimalo
“Hi Pula is Omphile around?”
“I'm here..” he gave me and Tidimalo a hug. “Would you
like anything to drink?”
“I'm not staying.”
I looked at her what does she mean she's not staying.
“Mmata?”
“I love you my friend but you're not expecting me to
babysit Pula right?”
I gave her a hug before she left. We went to Omphile’s
room.

“Are you ready for your finals?”

“As ready as one can be.”
Omphile was just staring at me with this adorable smile.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing I'm just admiring you. You look very beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to last
night right?”
“You mean the kiss?”
He nodded
“I enjoyed it.”
“Would you mind if I kissed you right now?”
We were sitting on the floor I crawled to him and kissed
him. We kissed for a while before stopping. I shyly smiled
before kissing him again. We slowly undressed each
other still kissing.
“Khumo wait.. we talked about this last night.”
I don't know what's going on with me but I didn't listen
to him. I stroked him gently through his pants. I must
still be drunk.
“Khumo..” he removed my hand from his pants. I
immediately stood up and picked up my bra and dress
from the floor and got dressed. Who was I kidding
thinking he likes me. He is probably used to light skinned
women with flat tummies and smaller breasts. A tear
dropped quickly wiped it.
“Hey Khumo.. why are you crying?”
“I'm not crying I have to go.” I tried the door but it was
locked. “Can you please open?”

He walked towards me without warning he kissed me. My

dress was flying across the room I was tossed onto the
bed. I pushed him off me. He had a frown on his face.
“What's wrong now?”
“I said unlock the door I want to go.”
“I thought this is what you wanted what's wrong now?”
“I did! I wanted this but you didn't! I thought we were on
the same page.” I said with a shaky voice.
“So why are you leaving? I'm giving you what you want.”
“Omphile I get it you don't want me and that's okay. I
just want to leave.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I knocked softly on Dolly's door.

“I see you made it? Come in.”
The second I went in she was all over me. She pinned me
to the wall and kissed me. She lifted my dress up a bit
and checked if I was wearing any underwear. “I'm glad
that you listened baby girl.”
“Why am I here Dolly?”
“Why are you here Neilwe?”
I had no answer to that question. I went to the couch to
sit down. She gave me wine while she rolled a joint.
“How did you meet Robert?” Dolly
“Why are we talking about him?”

Once we were done with the joint the undressing began.

We were all over one another. Dolly was a good kisser.
Your skin is beautiful she said kissing every bit of skin.
She kept on talking a whole bunch of nonsense as she
fingered me. I felt my core tighten and my toes curl. I
needed more.
I felt something vibrating on my nipples. I let out a moan
and pressed my thighs together.
“Come for me baby girl.” she rubbed my clit and I felt my
soul leave my body.
“Fuck!”
We just lay on the bed steading our racing hearts.
“Neilwe?”
“Yeah?”
“How old are you?”
“You should have asked this before sleeping with me.” I
got off the bed to drink some water.
“I'm only asking because we need people at the bar.”
“People to do what?”
“To strip! What did you think? Didn't Robert tell you?”
“What does Robert have to do with stripping?”
She started laughing. “You're so naive. Rob is a predator.
He doesn't choose you for absolutely no reason.”
“I don't understand.”
“Obviously you don't. What I'm saying is that Robert
does not give you money for me reason. Sooner or later
you're going to pay for everything he buys you.”
“I'm already having sex with him.”
“You're really naive nana. Very naive! Are you really
seventeen?”
It's no use lying to her. “No I'm fifteen.”
“What? I'm sleeping with a minor? Are you out of your
mind Keneilwe!”
“Stop shouting! I know what I'm doing.”
“I don't think you know what you're doing. I was only
sixteen when Robert introduced me to this life. I come
from a very poor family we never knew where our next
meal would come from. I had no choice but to find
someone to take care of me and my family. This job is
not for naive girls like you. Robert will chew and spit you
out! He will throw you to the wolves.”
“What could be so hard with stripping.”
“Just get dressed and leave Neilwe. Cut your loses with
him while you still can.”

Chapter nine
KENEILWE MORAPEDI

It's been a week since the bomb Dolly threw at me. I

have been ignoring Robert but I know sooner or later I'm
going to have to talk to him. I don't know if what Dolly
was telling about Rob is the truth.
She might have said all of that to have him to herself.
I can't even ask my sister for advice. I'm doomed!
I opened the windows and saw Khumo studying outside.

Things have been very awkward between us. She never

speaks to me or at least shout. No matter how rebellious
I become my sister always cares about me but not
anymore.
I made us something to eat and juice then went where
she was.
“I thought you might be hungry?”
“Thanks.”
This is not good.. not good at all! “Khumo I know I'm a
pain in the ass but you always forgive me.”
“What do you want from me Keneilwe?”
“I want my sister back. I want my Khumo back I miss
her.”
“Unfortunately she's not coming back any time soon. You
said I must stop acting like your mom and that's exactly
what I'm doing.”
“I didn't say shut me out. You don't sleep in our room
you don't talk to me not even shout it's like you no
longer care.”
“I don't and if you don't mind I would like to continue
with what I was doing?”

I just sat there not knowing what to say next. I should be

happy that she will be off my back now but I'm sad. I
never thought there would come a time where Khumo
would shut me out like she's doing now.
That stunt to call Mom really blew up in my face. It's like
it unleashed a new Khumo. I pushed her further away.
 DORRIS MORAPEDI

*Flashback*

More than ten years ago

I have been spending so much time with Joseph and I

enjoy his company. He makes me laugh and forget all the
drama's of this world.
I have never introduced Joseph to Motlalepula I just don't
want them to meet as yet. He knows I have a sister and
that's it.
“Dorris when am I meeting this man of yours?”
“Why do you think you have to meet him?”
“His probably ugly that's why.”
“Whatever Motlalepula.”
*End of flashback*

Two months of me and Joseph dating I fell pregnant. My

stepmother was going to kill me. I didn't know what to
do. I was a mess. Things between me and Joseph were
not going well we decided to breakup instead. He didn't
know that I'm pregnant.
When I was six months pregnant I got the shock of my
life. Motlalepula was dating my Joseph. I couldn't believe
this. Having to pretend that I don't know him while I did
was painful. I saw him almost every single day with my
sister.
Hell broke when my sister found out that I dated Joseph.
She was a demon! As usual her mother took her side.
Apparently I was so jealous of my sister I had to get
pregnant.
The stress was not good for me. My pregnancy was hell I
didn't get to enjoy my first pregnancy like other women.
I was the happiest woman alive when I gave birth to a
beautiful baby girl. My happiness was short-lived two
months later when I returned from the shops and found
my baby cold. I didn't understand how could a baby just
go cold when I had left her with Motlalepula.
My life stood still after that. I hated her with everything
in me. I have not forgiven her for all the pain she has
brought into my life.
What breaks my heart is that Keneilwe is turning out to
be just like Motlalepula. She is making Khumo’s life hell. I
feel sorry for her. I just hope she is stronger than I was.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

After I embarrassed myself in Omphile’s room I have

been ignoring his calls. Thinking about how I nearly let
him deflower me makes me anxious.
I might act like I'm so strong but my biggest insecurities
is my dark skin and body. I'm not really dark but coming
from a family where most members are light and I'm
dark
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is my dark skin and body. I'm not really dark but coming
from a family where most members are light and I'm
dark they will remind you of your skin colour every
chance they get.
A few days ago I had been having weird dreams about
my dad. He looks really sick and there's nothing I can do
to help him. I hate my dreams because they always come
true. If I dream about someone dying that person will
eventually die I pray that's not the case with my dad.
Speaking of the devil my phone rang and it was him.
“Papa?”
“Hello Nana.”
“I have been trying to call but I couldn't reach you.”
“Askies Nana my phone has been giving me problems.”
“Papa are you sick?”
I heard him coughing badly. “I'm not sick my baby just a
little cough.”
“We don't keep secrets from each other Papa. I know
you're not well.”
“I'm coming home next week.”
Now that was great news. I'm writing my last two papers
next week. “Really? I can't wait to see you.”
“I can't wait to see you too. I have to go now my baby I
love you.”
“I love you too daddy.”

I was not convinced especially with that cough. I went

inside the house to take a quick nap...

“Khumo ngwanaka don't forget to always pray. Life is

about to get tough. Those you love will be the one's to
hurt you the most. Remember not everyone who smiles
with you loves you. Don't forget who you are. My little
rainbow. I love you..”

I fell of the bed and looked around. I saw the curtains

sway I looked out the window but saw nothing.
This dream freaked me out. I have never dreamt of my
great-grandmother ever since she left us. Now it felt like
she was saying good bye for the second time. She looked
sad. Another weird thing that's been happening is aunty
Dorris being extremely nice. We have sat down drank
coffee and genuinely laugh. Maybe she's the person
granny is talking about in my dreams.
Weird dreams is also seeing aunty Dorris holding a baby
that looks exactly like me in the pictures when I was still
a baby. In the dreams it looked like I was looking at
myself. The weird thing is that she was holding a dead
baby that looked like me. I could feel her pain as she
cried for that baby.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

“Come on.. come on..” I was pacing around in our room

holding my phone waiting for the big reveal.
After what Dolly said to me I totally forgot that I bought
pregnancy tests. If it turns out that I'm pregnant I won't
even know who the baby belongs to.
The second the phone alarm rang I quickly removed the
tests from underneath the pillow. “Yoh ntate modimo!
Jehovah..” I sank onto the floor and cried. How am I
going to explain this to our parents?

I quickly dialled Dolly's numbers and thank God she

picked up
“What do you want Keneilwe?”
“Hello to you too.”
“I don't have time for your games just talk.”
“I'm pregnant!” I blurted it out

Silence
“Hello? Dolly are you still there?”
“What do you mean you're pregnant?”
“That I'm going to have a baby.”
“So you're keeping the baby?”
“I'm not sure yet I'm thinking of aborting but I can't do it
here in the village.”
“Is it Robert’s?”
“I don't know.. he is not the only guy I have been
sleeping with.”
“Do what feels right for you.”
“I don't want this baby I'm still a child myself.”
I heard her laughing. “It's too late for that. You should
have thought about that when you started having sex.”

I cut the call and just sat there wondering what I'm going
to do. The door abruptly opened. Khumo came in.
The first thing she saw were the positive pregnancy tests.
I had no way out of this. She picked them up and studied
them for a while without even looking at me.
She's probably about to spit venom.
“Khumo I can explain.”
That's when she turned and looked at me. “You're
pregnant?”
I slowly nodded my head
“Look Khumo I know I disappointed you but I didn't
mean for this to happen.”
“Okay.” She went to our wardrobe and took out
something to wear. Before she could leave I held her
hand to stop her from leaving.
“What do you mean by ‘okay’?”
“Exactly that Keneilwe. What did you expect me to do?
Shout and scream my lungs out? I'm not your mother
remember that?”
She left me standing in the middle of the room with my
mouth opened.

Chapter ten
KHUMO MORAPEDI

A week later

I couldn't wait to get home and see my dad. After writing

our paper we were told to not leave immediately there's
an announcement that needs to be announced.
“Khumo you have been ignoring me ever since that
party. Why?”
“How am I ignoring you Otsile? I have been home
studying the entire time.”
“I thought you were going to give us a chance?”
“I never made any promises.”
“I really love you Khumo I don't know what I have to do
to prove it.”
I saw Bianca making her way to my table. “If I were you
Otsile I would stop trying my luck on this jezebel.”

Now the entire hall was looking at us.

“Did you just call me a jezebel?”

“I think I just did.. what you going to do?”

I kept quiet
“So you think we don't know that you slept with Pula’s
brother Omphile?”
I looked at Pula and he had a smirk on his face. He made
his way to my table as well. “I did hear the sounds you
made in my brother's room Khumo. No need to be shy
everyone is having sex... I mean even your little sister
is.”
The entire hall was filled with laughter. I could feel
myself boiling.
“Is this true Khumo?” Otsile
“She's obviously going to lie to you” she put her arm
around Otsile’s waist. “She's a slut!”
I have no idea when I got up from my chair but I slapped
Bianca so bad she had a nose bleed and I didn't care. The
entire hall was quiet. I went to Pula and stood in front of
him.
“Next time you lie like that again I will crush you! Don't
be fooled by my quietness I will beat the shit out of you
and Bianca do you understand?”
I grabbed my things and left. Tidimalo will tell me what
the damn announcement was all about.

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

I looked at Joseph on the bed coughing non stop. He was

getting worse instead of better.
“Mama can I come in?” I instantly got annoyed. Khumo
can rub you off the wrong way. “Come in!”
She immediately ran to her father and hugged him
tightly.
“Mama he doesn't look good.”
“He will get better stop worrying. Let's go out so he can
rest.”
“But mama..”
“Are you disobeying me?”

I looked at her as she left the room and smiled. I

remembered hearing my boss say he needs a wife and
Khumo is the perfect person. I won't have to work
anymore. She's going to be our way out from this
pathetic life. I sent him a text message
Sir are you still looking for a wife?

He replied immediately
I was joking but do you know someone?

My older daughter will be perfect. She's writing her final

paper in a few days time. She's still a virgin. I replied
back

Make sure by January she's here. He replied back

I heard some movements on the bed and it was Joseph.

“What do you want?”
“Why are you doing this Motlalepula? She's our
daughter.”
“Who do you think is going to take care of us when
you're not here? Khumo will be okay
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stop worrying.”
“Don't do this to our baby please.. why are you so evil?”
“Only now you realise that I'm evil? All these years when
you used to sweat on top of me you didn't realise that
I'm evil? O sa batla go ntena!” (don't make me angry!)
“I should have stayed with Dorris instead of you! You
make me sick! You're the reason I lost my first child with
Dorris. I don't know how you fooled me all these years
moloi!”
I hated that name so badly. I walked to our bed and put
a pillow over his head and suffocated him. I pressed
harder but quickly stopped what I was doing. “I will kill
you Joseph! I will kill you.. be warned.”
“You knew that I loved Dorris but you wanted what she
had.”
“It's not my fault that I'm prettier than her. You have
always been a man whore just like my father. If he didn't
cheat on my mom there wouldn't be a Dorris that you
slept with!”

I slammed the door on my way out and went to Dorris

house.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I sat on the bed trying to understand what I heard my

parents arguing about. My dad used to date aunty Dorris
and she fell pregnant? That should explain the baby that
looked like me in my dreams. I remind her of her dead
baby.
This was all too much for me. What the hell is going on in
this family?
How did dad end up with Mom then? I had so many
questions that I couldn't answer.
Now I kind of understand why they never got along. I
peeped through the window and saw her heading in the
direction of aunt Dorris house. Shit is about to hit the
fan!

“Khumo are you in there?”

I opened our bedroom door and Tidimalo and Itsanang
were holding snacks.
“Can we come in?” Itsanang
“Yeah sure.”
“You look like you have seen ghosts. What's wrong?”
Itsanang
“Huh?.. uhm nothing I'm okay. What are y'all doing
here?”
“We came to check if you're okay after that slap that you
gave that bitch!” Tidimalo
I shook my head and laughed. “I'm okay mmata I still
can't believe Pula. Why would he say such lies?”
“He wanted to be the one to tap first but that didn't
happen.” Itsanang
“Tap.. as in sleep with me?
Itsanang and Tidimalo nodded
“So that's why we were invited to the party?”
“I only found out after the party. I didn't tell you because
you looked very stressed out.” Tidimalo
“It's okay. He didn't get what he was looking for now he
is spreading lies about me? Very pathetic.”
“Have they replied you at the school of fashion?” Tidimalo
“No. I'm glad I applied for a nursing course just in case.”
“We all know you don't want to study nursing.” Tidimalo
“Well if I don't get accepted I have no choice but to study
nursing. It's always been a second option. What about
you two?”
“I've been accepted for journalism.” Tidimalo
“Ohh Mmata congratulations! I'm so happy for you.” I
hugged her tightly.
I'm still waiting to be replied at the nursing college.
Itsanang
“Were you not joining the army Mmata?”
“That was the plan but maybe in a few years time I will.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I stood by the door listening to Khumo and her friends

talking about their future. Only then did I realise how
foolish I have been. Khumo has always been focused. I
used to tease her about being uptight but at least she
has dreams. What about me? I'm a grade 10 student who
does not have dreams and might even fail. I'm pregnant
with a baby I don't want.
I pushed away the only person who actually cared about
me all these years. No matter how mean me an Mom
were to her she always had my back. Even when we were
younger if I messed up Khumo always has my back.

I went to our parents room to see our father. He really

didn't look well. Another human I have hurt. What kind of
person am I?
“Papa?”
I saw a smile on his wrinkled face. He tapped the bed. I
sat next to him.
“How are you Papa?”
“I feel so much better now that I've seen your face
Punkie.”
“Papa! I don't like that name.” we both laughed until he
started coughing up blood.
“Papa what's wrong?”
“I'm okay my baby. How was school?”
“Papa you can't say you're okay when you're coughing up
blood.”
“It's time my baby.. it's time.”
“Time for what? You're scaring me.”
“I want you to know how much I love you Punkie. You
and Khumo are my world. How I wish you two would get
along as sisters. I don't want you to grow up one day and
regret all your choices. Fix things between you and your
sister.”
“I have hurt her badly Papa. I don't see her forgiving me
this time around.”
“Your sister has a big forgiving heart. She can't stay
angry at you forever unless you don't show any remorse.
I want you two to be so happy!” I saw a tear down my
dad's face
“I will try Papa.. I will try.”
“I love you Keneilwe don't ever forget that. You and
Khumo will always be my princesses. Do you
understand?”
I nodded
“Go and call her for me. I need to speak with her as
well.”

Chapter eleven
KHUMO MORAPEDI

After Keneilwe came in rushing into our room looking all

freaked out. I ran to our parents bedroom and our dad
didn't look good. He was worse and deep down I knew
why he wanted to see me. I knew it but I didn't want to
believe it.
“Papa?”
“It's time my baby.. you know what I'm talking about
right?”
I wiped my tears walking to the bed. “Papa you have to
fight.. please don't leave me.”
“We can't escape death Nana. I want you to promise me
something..”
“What?”
He removed a letter from underneath his pillow and gave
it to me. “Give this letter to your aunt and tell her how
sorry I am.”
I just nodded with tears blurring my vision
“Don't forget who you are Nana. No matter what happens
don't forget who you are.. I will look over you on the
other side. Forgive your little sister as well.”
“No Papa! Ask me anything but not this. I'm done with
her and mama I want to live my own life. Your wife has
never loved me. You know I love you but don't force me
to forgive them.”
“Stop crying my baby..” we heard my mom's voice by the
door. “Nana please hide that letter and make sure you
give it to your aunt. Your Mom must never know about
this okay?”
I quickly hid it in my bra. I felt my heart racing and I
knew that his soul was slowly leaving this world. “Papa
please don't do this! Don't leave me.”
The door opened Mom and Keneilwe rushed in.
“Papa please don't leave us!” Keneilwe

His warm hand turned cold and he closed his eyes.

 KENEILWE MORAPEDI

My world came to a stand still in our parents room. I

couldn't stop crying. I looked at Khumo and she looked
like a zombie. She just sat there holding our father's
hand without even blinking. Our mom was crying the
loudest.
We saw the ambulance and people from the morgue
coming in. They checked his pulse and indeed he was
gone. I didn't want to believe it.
I tried holding on to him but they pulled me off him.

“Papa please don't go. Just wake up I know you're not

dead. Papa tsoga tlhe!” (daddy please wake up!)
“Keneilwe stop it. You know he is gone just stop it.”
“Khumo I'm not strong like you! Why are you not crying?
Tell me why it's easy for you to accept his death?”
I kept on shoving her and she just let me. I was more
angry that they shared a perfect father and daughter
bond and I didn't. I couldn't because I was selfish.
I tried calming down but when they took him from the
bedroom all covered. I broke down more.
I wanted to go with him.

“Put me in there with him. I want my daddy! Papa

please.. don't go.. please daddy.”
“Come here.. come.” Khumo held me in her arms and I
cried so much. I can't remember the last time I cried and
my sister held me like this. I cried for all the hurtful
words I said to our father while he was still alive. How
bad I have treated Khumo and the baby I was carrying
but I can't have.
“Shhh.. it's going to be okay Punkie
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I cried and my sister held me like this. I cried for all the
hurtful words I said to our father while he was still alive.
How bad I have treated Khumo and the baby I was
carrying but I can't have.
“Shhh.. it's going to be okay Punkie stop crying it's not
good for the baby.” she whispered in my ear.
She held me as we went to our room. “Khumo why did he
leave us? Why couldn't he stay with us?”
“It was his time Punkie there's nothing he could do. I'm
going to check on Mama.”
“Please don't go.. please hold me until I fall asleep?”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Seeing Keneilwe cry like she did really broke my heart.

She might not be my favourite person right now but she's
still my baby sister. She struggled to fall asleep but
eventually she did.
This is what I hate about the villages. People have
already heard that there's a funeral at the Morapedi’s and
they're here to pay their respects.
I had to be the one making them tea and listen to them
talk about how my dad was a wonderful man.
“Khumo ngwanaka you have not cried since we have
arrived here. It's okay to cry Nana.”
“I'm okay Mma Moruti.”
“Death has no shame ngwanaka but there's nothing we
can do. It's unfortunate that your father had to leave us
like this especially you when you're busy writing exams.”
Mma moruti
“I'm okay I studied weeks ago.”
“Make your dad proud by passing well and going after
your dreams.”
“I will do that.”

After everyone had left I went to the back and looked at

the stars. I felt like crying but something was stopping
me from doing that. I felt something poking my boob and
I remembered the letter I'm supposed to give my aunt. I
still can't believe my dad and aunt used to date and had
a baby. Life is weird!
“Khumo why are you outside at this time?”
“I just needed a breather mama.”
“Did your father say anything to you before he.. before
he died?”
This woman is really not well in the head. “Nothing that
would interest you mama.”
“Khumo these days you have an attitude! Keng ka
wena?” (what's wrong with you?)
“He just said that he loves me and I must do well at
school and not forget who I am. What else do you want
to know?”
“Let me leave before I say something I'll regret.”
I tried not to laugh but I did.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing mama.”

I left her sitting outside and I went to aunt Dorris to give

her the letter. It might grow legs and end up in the
wrong hands. I found her at the veranda.
“Khumo?”
“Aunty.”
“What are you doing here so late ngwanaka? You should
be at home and mourning. Come and sit next to me.”
I just sat there with so many questions to ask but didn't.
“What's troubling you my baby?”
“Do you hate me because I look like your other baby?”
She was not ready for what I asked her. She looked
spooked. “I don't hate you Khumo.”
“Your actions show that you do. I've been having weird
dreams of you holding a baby that looked just like me
but the baby was dead. Today before Papa passed away I
heard him telling mama that he should have chosen you
instead.”
“I don't like talking about my past Khumo it's really
painful. Till this day I still cry for my baby. I wonder if
she would have looked exactly like you have your heart
and brains. I look at you and get reminded of the baby I
was robbed. I don't hate you though.”
“I'm really sorry for your loss aunty. My dad said I should
give you something and that he is very sorry.”
“What's that?”
I gave her the letter. “I didn't know where to hide it
that's why I brought it now.”
“Your father broke my heart Khumo. I should hate him
right now but the weird thing is that I still love him.”
I awkwardly looked at her.
“I know you don't want to hear this but I still do. He was
the first guy I loved wholeheartedly. All these years I
spent without him have been torture.”
“I really don't know what to say but I have to go it's
late.”
Chapter twelve
DORRIS MORAPEDI

Joseph laying in the coffin is what made me believe that

he is really gone. I couldn't even cry because it wouldn't
make sense of me crying louder than the widow.
Motlalepula is just being herself being a bitch and trying
to control everything. She should be sitting on a mattress
mourning her husband but she's more focused on me and
what I'm doing in her house.
I saw this dark beautiful lady and little boy who had
some of Khumo’s features. For a second I thought I saw
Khumo until she turned and I noticed that it's not her.

Keneilwe has been crying from the day her father left this
world until his burial. She's not coping. Poor Khumo is
just a walking zombie. She has not cried and that's not
healthy.
She was helping the ladies outside to dish for people and
serving them. She was all over the place.
“Khumo?”
“Mma?”
“Come here..”
“Do you need anything aunty?”
“No my baby.. come sit here for a bit you must be tired.”
“I'm okay.”
“How are you holding up?”
“I'm okay I knew that he was not going to make it.”
“If it gets too much you can come and hide by my house
for a few minutes. How was your last paper?”
“It was tough but I had studied so I hope I did well. I
can't wait to leave this place.”
“I wish you well in everything you do. I wanted to ask
you something.”
“What?”
“Do you know that lady and her son?”
“No but she kind of looks like me.”
“I thought it was you the first time I saw her.” we both
laughed before she left.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I kept on staring at this lady who looks like me. I wanted

to ask her how she knows my father but that would be
rude.
I have not had the time to sit down by myself and cry for
my father. It has not sinked in that he is gone. I can't
even celebrate that I'm done writing my matric exams.
Why can't I be happy just once?
“Mmata are you good?”
I just looked at Itsanang
“Stupid question! Obviously you're not fine.”
“You know there's a woman who looks like you?”
Tidimalo
“I saw her and I want to ask her how she knows my
father but I'm so afraid.”
“Just go and ask maybe she's someone from your
father's side.”
What Tidimalo was saying made sense. Maybe she's my
aunt.

I walked to where she was sitting.

“Hello?”
She smiled and she had a dimple. This is creepy it's as if
I was looking at myself smiling. “Hi.”
“I'm sorry to ask this but did you know my father?”
“I didn't know him that well he was my brother.”
“What?”
“I haven't seen him in years but my husband is a private
investigator he told me this is where he lived but it looks
like I was late. It's his funeral.”
“Why did he leave home and never went back?”
“Our families and keeping secrets. I also don't know. All I
knew is that I had a brother who left home and never
came back. I don't blame him though.”
“Why?”
“Our parents are bulldozers. They like controlling
everything! When I was old enough I left and never went
back as well.”
“Wow!”
“Are you his only child?”
“No. His first child passed away then there's me and my
younger sister.” I pointed at Keneilwe’s direction.
“I have to go now can I get your number if you don't
mind?”

We exchanged numbers before she left.

“Who was that lady Khumo?”

“She said she's our aunt.”
“What?”
I shrugged my shoulders and went inside the house.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I don't know how to make sense of what Khumo just

said. Our aunt?
I looked inside the house for her but I couldn't find her.
She needs to explain what she meant by she's our aunt.
My phone has been ringing non stop and I hope it's not
Robert. It rang again and I picked up without checking
who it was.
“Hello?”
“When am seeing you?”
“TK?”
“Yes it's me. When are you coming here baby?”
“Really? We just buried my father and you want sex? Wa
tsenwa?” (are you mad?)
“Since when do you care about your father? You never
did when he was still alive.”
“That doesn't matter! I'm not coming there.”
“I can come there.”
“You're really sick! I can't believe I used to sleep with an
idiot like you!”
“Well you did Keneilwe. Either you come here or I'll come
and fetch you there.”
“Come and explain why you're sleeping with a minor.” I
cut the call

I started feeling very sick and I fainted.

I woke up in our room and I remembered that I had

fainted.
You're up? Khumo asked
“What happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Does mama know?”
“Know what? That you're pregnant or that you fainted?”
“That I fainted.”
“This is her house
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but I couldn't find her. She needs to explain what she
meant by she's our aunt.
My phone has been ringing non stop and I hope it's not
Robert. It rang again and I picked up without checking
who it was.
“Hello?”
“When am seeing you?”
“TK?”
“Yes it's me. When are you coming here baby?”
“Really? We just buried my father and you want sex? Wa
tsenwa?” (are you mad?)
“Since when do you care about your father? You never
did when he was still alive.”
“That doesn't matter! I'm not coming there.”
“I can come there.”
“You're really sick! I can't believe I used to sleep with an
idiot like you!”
“Well you did Keneilwe. Either you come here or I'll come
and fetch you there.”
“Come and explain why you're sleeping with a minor.” I
cut the call

I started feeling very sick and I fainted.

I woke up in our room and I remembered that I had

fainted.
You're up? Khumo asked
“What happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Does mama know?”
“Know what? That you're pregnant or that you fainted?”
“That I fainted.”
“This is her house someone must have told her.”

The door opened and our mother came in.

“Keneilwe what's wrong?”

“With what mama?”
“You fainted you have never fainted in your entire life.”
“It must be stress?”
“Or she's pregnant?” we turned and looked at aunty
Dorris standing by the door.
“Dorris this is a family matter that does not concern you!
Why do you like to be everywhere? My child is not
pregnant.”
“Keep telling yourself that but even a blind mouse can
tell that she's pregnant.”
Khumo looked at me and I looked at her.
“I'm not pregnant aunty.”
“The truth always reveal itself punkie.”
“Dorris tswa! Get out motho wa modimo!”

DORRIS MORAPEDI

Motlalepula is really stupid if she can't see that Keneilwe

is pregnant.
I sat in my room holding the letter Khumo gave me. I
don't know what he wrote in that letter but maybe if I
read it I will finally get the closure that I needed.

My lovely Dorris I don't even know where to begin but I'll

start by apologizing.
I'm really sorry my love for all the pain I have brought
into your life.
I don't know what was wrong with me years ago when I
broke your heart. I'm the reason you lost our baby. I
couldn't even be there for you to help you mourn.
I want you to know that you did nothing wrong. I just got
greedy and let that greed control me.
I want you to know that I have and will always love you.
I never stopped loving you.
I spent my living days wondering what would have
happened if I had given us a second chance. Even on my
death bed I'm wondering if it would be possible to be
with the love of my life in the afterlife? Will it be possible
to hold you in my arms look into your beautiful eyes and
tell you how much I love you.
My heart has only beat for one woman and it's always
been you. All these past years I never had the courage to
tell you how I felt and how sorry I am.
Nothing I say in this letter will erase the pain of losing
our baby. No amount of sorries will fill that void. But I
couldn't leave this world without telling you how sorry I
am. I know when you look at Khumo she reminds you of
what we couldn't have but she's not at fault. Please don't
punish her for my sins. Don't punish her for Motlalepula’s
hatred towards you as well.
I know deep down my soft hearted Dorris still exists. I
don't want you to live with so much hatred in your heart
that's not you. I want you to be very happy. Motlalepula
is toxic don't be like her. Please remember who you are
and never let her go. Until we meet again my love.. I
love you Dorris. I will continue loving you from the grave
but just be happy for the both of us.
Love
Joseph
I had tears blinding my vision as I read the letter. I will
always love you too Joseph. I wish I could have told you
this while you were still alive.

Chapter thirteen
KHUMO MORAPEDI

Two months later

We received our matric results a week ago and I made it.

I passed with four distinctions. I cried tears of joy on that
day. I wished my dad was still alive.
Being at home stuck with Keneilwe was not part of my
plans. I was at Tidimalo’s home listening to her telling me
about how excited she is about going to Cape Town to
study.
“Mmata you're really excited tlhe!”
“Anything to get me out of this village makes me happy.”
“I can see that my friend. I thought you said Itsanang is
joining us?”
“I'm here!”
“Look at you looking pretty Itsanang.
“Really?”
“Very beautiful nurse Itsanang Tlhapi!” we all laughed
and hugged one another.
“Wena Mrs designer still nothing from the school?”
Tidimalo
“No the nursing College gave me a week to accept or
decline their offer.”
“We know how much you want to get space at the design
school.” Itsanang
I shrugged my shoulders.

“That school is a private college how are you going to pay

the fees?” Itsanang
“Mama said her boss offered to pay for my fees.”
“That's great news!”
“Not if I don't get space.”
“You will stop panicking.” Tidimalo
“Wena nurse Tlhapi when are you leaving?”
“In two days Mmata.”
“I'm going to miss you guys so much!”
“Can we promise one another that no matter what we'll
always stay in contact with each other?”

We made pinky promises and helped Tidi pack her

clothes.
Tidimalo is my best friend and I'm a bit sad that we won't
see each other every day.
My phone rang and I ignored it.

“Who are you ignoring Mmata?”

I pretended to not hear her.
“Don't tell me you're still ignoring Omphile?”
I sighed and sat on the bed. “I am ignoring him what
does he want from me?”
“You won't know until you answer his calls.”
The phone rang again and Tidimalo snatched it from the
charger and answered it
“Khumo’s phone hello?”
“Hi can I please talk to Khumo?”
She shoved the phone into my hands and I had no choice
but to answer.
“Hello?”
“How are you Khumo?”
“I'm fine.”
“You have been ignoring me from last year..”
“So why are you still calling even though I'm ignoring
your calls?”
“Ever since that incident in my room you have been
ignoring me.”
“I don't want to talk about it!”
“I'm still in the village can we meet before I leave?”
“So that your brother can go around telling people that I
slept with you?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Pula embarrassed me at school and told everyone that I
slept with you.”
“I'll deal with him but can we meet? We can meet at the
sports ground?”
“I'll see but now I have to go.”
“Bye.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

“Mama what do you mean you're resigning?”

“Keneilwe you can't stay at home by yourself.”
“Aunt Dorris o teng she can keep an eye on me.”
“Don't ever mention that name around me!”
“What about Khumo’s college fees?
Since when do you care about her?” “Don't worry about
her I have everything under control.”
“Mama what did you do?”
“Just stop asking nonsense! When Khumo comes
to Johannesburg I'll be coming home.”
“Why can't I come to Johannesburg as well there plenty
of schools there?”
“Maybe when you pass this year you can join her in
Joburg?”
“Really?”
“I said maybe. I have to get back to work now
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there plenty of schools there?”
“Maybe when you pass this year you can join her in
Joburg?”
“Really?”
“I said maybe. I have to get back to work now bye.”

I wonder what mom did to get her boss to pay for

Khumo’s fees. He doesn't look like someone who would
spend his money unless he is getting something in
return. I sat in front of the mirror and touched my
stomach a few tears dropped and I quickly wiped them.
I heard the door open and close. “Khumo is it you?”
“Yeah.”
I went to the kitchen where she was. “I was just on the
phone with mama.”
“Okay.”
“She tells me that her boss is going to be paying your
fees.”
“It looks that way.”
“You must be excited to finally leave the village?”
“Keneilwe what do you want? If you want to go have fun
with your friends or TK you don't have to act so nice just
go.”
“I'm not acting nice I'm really trying here.”
“Well maybe it's a bit late for whatever it is that you're
trying to do?”

I don't blame her for the way she's acting towards me

right now. I've been so mean for as long as I can
remember. “I don't want any bad blood between us tlhe
Khumo.”
She left me standing in the kitchen and went outside. I
have really unleashed the monster in my sister. She was
never one to hold grudges or to stay angry for this long.
I really thought we were bonding when our father passed
away but I misread the situation.
Khumo is not forgiving me anytime soon and there's
nothing I can do about that.
What's even worse is that I don't even have real friends
here. The only friend I had introduced me to Robert. The
only person who really cared about me does not care any
more. I even had to change my numbers because Robert
kept on calling me non stop. I blocked him only for him
to call using a different number. I will miss his money but
it's not worth me losing the little bit of me that I still
have.

I was still cooking the maize meal when I heard my

phone ringing in the room. I stirred it a few times before
running to my ringing phone. Unknown number?
“Hello?”
“My baby girl!”
“Robert?”
“Did you think you can hide from me forever
strawberry?”
“How.. how did you get these numbers?”
“Did you not miss me because I have? I can't was to see
you.”
“That won't be possible Robert. I don't want to see you
anymore.”
“That's where you're wrong. I will see you when I want to
see you. Remember that you belong to me baby!”
“I don't belong to anyone Robert! Stop acting like a crazy
person.”
“You can change your numbers as many times as you
want but I'll always find you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“I see you don't know me small girl. I know every single
thing about you your family and that beautiful sexy
chocolate sister of yours.”
I felt my insides shrinking and my boobs sweating.
“I also know that you lied about your age. I'm going to
send you a cute picture and tell me if you like it or not.”

I looked at the pictures he was talking about. I could not

believe what I was seeing. It was pictures of Khumo. I
swallowed air and zoomed the pictures again and it's the
same clothes she was wearing now even the hairstyle. I
immediately called Dolly maybe she can help me out.
“Hello?”
“Dolly it's me.”
“And I'm supposed to know that it's you because you said
so?”
“It's me Keneilwe!”
“Oh you.. what do you want?”
“Robert just called me and I didn't give him my new
numbers.”
“Nothing new there. When Robert wants something he
makes sure he gets it.”
“Now he is sending me pictures of my sister to threaten
me..”
I heard her laughing. “I'll say this again you're naive
sweety. Listen here Robert does not do threats. Once he
sends you pictures of your loved ones there's no more Mr
nice guy.”
“Who is this guy and what have I gotten myself into?”
“This is the price you pay when you don't appreciate the
little that you have. From now on you're his bitch and
there's nothing you can do.”
“If I don't agree to his demands I'm toast!”
“Toast is very delicious more like a rotten potato.”

Chapter fourteen
KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I kept on tossing and turning the entire night thinking

about what Dolly said to me. This time around I have
really messed up and got Khumo involved without her
knowing. This could only mean that he knows where I
stay.

Soon mama will be here guarding my every move! I don't

know how I'm going to keep Robert happy. This is a
nightmare. Just when I want to start on a new slate
Robert and his fat wallet ruin my plans. Papa wherever
you are please protect me. I know I have been a bad
daughter but please. I have made bad choices and they
have come to bite me in the vagina!
How I wish I was Khumo right now. I would give anything
to leave this village and my past behind.
No use laying in bed and feeling sorry for myself I got up
and went to our parents room where Khumo was
sleeping. I might not be her favourite person but I'm
going to try my luck. I slowly opened the door and she
had her headset on.
“Khumo?”
The way I annoyed her I could hear her sigh from where
I was standing.
“Can I come in?”
“O batlang Keneilwe?” (what do you want?)
I walked to her and sat on the bed.
“I want to ask something.”
“What's that?” she used pillows for support and removed
her headset.
“What would you do if you were stuck between a rock
and a hard place?”
“You're going to have to give me more than that.”
“What if you once did something you're not proud of and
when you try to change that something comes back to
bite you?”
“Is it something bad?”
“I wouldn't say bad.. bad.”
“Then what's really the problem here?”
“Let's say you break up with someone but that person
doesn't want to accept that it's over.”
“Open a case then so he can stay away from you.”
“That's not going to work. The person knows people and
the docket would just get lost.”
I saw her looking at me with shock all over her face.
“Keneilwe were you dating a gangster?”
“No!.. no.. I didn't say I'm asking on my behalf.”
“I was not born a few seconds ago. So this gangster
boyfriend of yours is he the one who got you pregnant?”
Before I could answer her I saw her doing some serious
mathematics with her forehead. “Wait you're not talking
about TK right?”
“Euw! No.. I said I'm not talking about me.”
“I think you came to the wrong person for advice. I don't
even have a boyfriend. I've never had sex before so I
really don't know how to advise you. Just follow your
heart. I hope whatever it is that's troubling you won't get
you into trouble..”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I enjoyed that little moment I had with Keneilwe today. I

wished that we could have those conversations a while
back.
My phone vibrated on the bed
“Hello.”
“Khumo you didn't forget that I'm leaving today right?”
“No. I'm still getting dressed then I'll come over.”
“You sound different today.”
“Different how?”
“I don't know that's the thing. Are you still going to meet
Omphile?”
“Why did I agree to the meet up again?”
“Don't let Pula be the reason you don't want to see
Omphile. Just do you.”
“I'll try. I wish you didn't have to leave today though.”
“I'm going to miss you so much! Wear that brown
bandage dress we bought together it will look hot on
you.”
“That dress is too short.”
“I told you to stop dressing like an 90 year old! Also stop
lying I chose that dress and saw you wearing it it's not
short. I'll also wear my dress.”
“Okay fine!”

As soon as I was done bathing I wore the dress and it

looked good but that little voice in the head that kept on
telling me that I'm too fat was very much there. Keneilwe
opened the door without knocking.
“Wow! Have you seen my sister Khumo somewhere?”
“I didn't hear you knock?”
“Sorry. You look beautiful.”
I kept on trying to pull the dress down until Keneilwe
held my hands. “Stop doing that you look beautiful and
that dress suits you.”

I walked to the sports ground that was near Omphile’s

home. I looked around like a lost sheep. I felt arms
around my waist
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I turned to look and it was him.
“I was about to go back home.”
“I told you to use the big gate not the small one.”
“I'm here now what did you want to talk about?”
“Let's go sit under the shade I don't want a beautiful lady
like you to get burnt by the sun.”
I looked down and blushed.
“Tell me why were you ignoring me again?”
We both laughed. “I already told you.”
“I want you to tell me again.” he started tickling me
“Omphile tlhe rra! Stop tickling me.”
“Why have you been ignoring me?”
“Okay fine. Your brother thought it was cute for him and
that Bianca to tell lies about me that I slept with you.”
“Well we almost did.”
“Almost doesn't count. We didn't sleep with each other.”
“He tells me that you threatened him as well.”
“I didn't I just gave him a warning.. there's a difference.”
“What about the last time you were in my room?”
I looked the other side pretending that I didn't hear what
he just said.
“I know you heard me Khumo.” he brought my face close
to his and smiled.
“I was still drunk and I'm glad you stopped me from
making a fool out of myself.” that's a lie Khumo my
subconscious spoke. You somehow think he doesn't want
you because of your body.
“I really like you Khumo. Like a lot.”
“Or maybe you also placed a bet on who will take my
innocence?”
He looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“The only reason I was invited to the party is because
your brother had placed some bet that he would be the
one to break my virginity.”
It started off with a chuckle that led to laughter until he
looked at my serious face. “You're actually serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Khumo?”
“Hmm?..” I turned to look at him and that's when he
brought my face close to his and kissed me. It took me a
while to realise what's happening before I started giving
in. He pulled me in so I could straddle him. I didn't care
that we're surrounded by people right now.
My dress had slightly moved up and that gave him more
access to my thighs. The little drawings he did with his
fingers on my skin excited my body. I moved a bit and I
felt something poking me I stopped the kiss to touch
what was poking me. I looked at him and he smirked. “Is
that your.. you know?”
“My what?” he said in between laughter
I lightly shoved him. “You know what I'm talking about.”
“Do you still want me to take your innocence?”
I was confused. A minute ago I wanted him but now I'm
just confused. “Maybe?”
“Let's go..”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I read Robert's message over and over again. I can't

believe he said he wants me to meet up with him. What if
he wants to kill me?
I was walking to the taxi rank when I noticed that a car
was following me. I walked slowly and the car took a
different turn. I stopped and sighed. Now I was paranoid
because of Robert. Before I could arrive at the rank the
same car I had thought was following me stopped in front
of me. I panicked and tried to run but I didn't make it
far. I felt strong hands covering my mouth as the person
picked me up. I kicked in the air but I was immediately
shoved in the car. I tried getting out but the car was
locked.
“Hey! Hey.. let me out! Why am I here?”
“Just shut up! The boss said we should come pick you
up.”
The boss? “Who the hell is the boss?”
“You will see him for yourself when we arrive.”
I couldn't even see a thing outside. I just sat there with
tears in my eyes. The other big guy passed me his
phone. “The boss wants to talk to you.”
“Hello?”
“Baby girl!”
I'll be damned! This piece of shit is the reason these two
ambushed me. “Robert!”
“Now are you going to start taking me seriously when I
tell you that you're mine?”
“Robert why can't you just leave me alone? You can have
anyone else I don't want to do this.”
“If I can't have you your beautiful sister will take your
place.. ohh how gorgeous she looked in that tight brown
dress! Mhmm I can already see myself on top of her
enjoying myself.”
“Don't you dare touch my sister! Leave her out of this..
please.”
“You know what to do. Just be mine.”
“How do I know that you will leave her alone?”
“You won't.. but you know I never break my promises.”
“How are we going to do this because I'm still a student?”
“I'm not that bad I'll let you finish high school maybe
even let you go to varsity and have a boyfriend.. but
always remember that I'm your master and you're my
puppet! What I say goes understand?”
“Yes master.”
“Good girl.”

His people left me where they found me. I had no idea

how I was getting out of this one.. alive.
Chapter fifteen
KHUMO MORAPEDI

The amount of nerves I had walking to Omphile’s home!

“Will Pula be there?”
“He went with our parents to Durban.
So there's no one at your house?”
“Yeah they're only returning tomorrow.”
“Okay.” he unlocked his room and I sat on the chair.
He went out and came back with juice and burgers. “I
hope you're hungry?”
My mind was not here I was thinking about the school of
fashion.
“Khumo are you okay?”
“Huh?.. yeah yeah I'm good.”
“You're not even eating.”
“Sorry but I'm not that hungry I'll eat this later. I'm
quickly going to use the bathroom.”

I found him sitting on the bed when I returned. I stood in

between his legs and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Are we doing this or not?”
With his hands on my waist he pulled me in so that I lay
on top of him. As we kissed he lightly brushed his
fingertips on my exposed skin. “Your skin is really
beautiful Khumo.”
I don't know where this courage was coming from but I
liked the courageous me. In between the kiss I removed
his t-shirt and left kisses on his neck before returning to
his lips. Kissing has become my favourite thing ever!
He unzipped the zipper at the back and removed my
dress. “You're still sure about this?”
I kissed him that should be his answer. He flipped us now
he was on top.
He sucked on each of my nipples giving them both some
love. I swallowed my fear and put my hand in his pants
to stroke his member. I heard him groan close to my ear.
I must be doing something right or wrong. I removed my
hand. “Why did you stop?”
“I thought I did something wrong.” he was the one who
put my hand back into his pants. The more I stroked him
the weaker he became I used the precum to coat the
head of his member.
“Fuck Khumo!” he stopped me from stroking him any
further and looked at me with his eyes half closed. “Just
relax let me take care of you first.”
He used his teeth to remove my underwear without
breaking any eye contact. I looked the other way. “Look
at me Khumo.”
One hand was on my nipple while the other his thumb
rubbed my clit. This was a foreign feeling. At some point
I wanted to close my legs tight but he would pinch my
thighs and rub me even faster. He used a finger to
penetrate first then a second that's when I flinched.
“Relax okay? Don't think about it.”
Easier said than done. I took in a few breaths and I
relaxed. Once I had relaxed the fingers returned but this
time around I enjoyed it. I felt some wetness between
my ass. The more he rubbed the more I felt my core
tighten. The wet sounds that came from him fingering me
drove me over the edge. I needed more. I felt his dick
head on my vaginal opening. He used my juices to coat
his dick.. he fondled my breasts as he rubbed my clit with
the head. My toes curled and back arched. “Let go
Khumo.” one gentle pinch to my clit and I let go! I
screamed his name throughout...

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

At my age I should be at home not cleaning someone

else's mansion. I smiled walking around the main room.
“Soon this will be all yours my baby.. soon we will be
rich!”

I used my phone to take pictures to show Khumo. Who

wouldn't want to live here? This place is a palace! Every
room was beautiful. Maybe Khumo will build something
like this at the village. Dorris would die from envy. I was
cleaning under the bed when I heard someone clearing
their throat. I turned and it was Amahle. She really
thinks she's the lady of the house.

“Motlalepula how many times must I tell you to not clean

this room when I'm around?”
“You don't clean it the way it should be. Let me do my
job and you stick to yours as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Leave the cleaning job to me and you just keep the
sheets warm.” I disappeared into the bathroom to clean.
She followed me.
“You don't talk to me like that! You're just the help. You
can be replaced at any time.”
“If you say so madam.”
“I told you to stop calling me madam! Do I look like an
old wrinkled woman with five cats to be called madam?”
I walked closer to her and studied her face. I just looked
at her for the longest time.
“What are you doing Motlalepula?”
“When last did you go for your Botox because I can see a
few wrinkles.” she started screaming like a strangled cat.
“I told you to smile a lot madam it helps reduce the
wrinkles.”
“I'm only 25 there's no way I can have wrinkles.” she
flipped her long weave and applied more lipstick. “Don't
cook my man is taking me out for dinner tonight.”
Soon this will be over.. I mumbled
“What did you say?”
“Me?.. nothing madam.”

I watched her walk out and felt like hitting her with
something on the head. Amahle annoys me so much! She
thinks she's here to stay if only she knew this house is
finally about to have a new madam. I smiled thinking of
the new couches that will be delivered at my home. I've
already found building people to come and extend my
home. I'm finally going to live like the queen I am. No
more going outside to use the toilet. I'll have my own
bathroom and my kitchen is going to be modern.
I opened the walk-in closet and I can already see
Khumo’s new clothes in here. I took some of Amahle’s
clothes.. they would fit Keneilwe Khumo has more meat
on her bones unlike Keneilwe. Both my children had
beautiful bodies. If Keneilwe was a bit older she would be
the queen of this castle.
I continued to clean then went downstairs to make my
boss some coffee and a sandwich. I knocked on his
study.
“Come in!”
“I brought you some coffee and toasted mayo sandwich?”
“Thank you Motlalepula. Have you seen Amahle?”
“She said she's going shopping and I must not cook
today.”
“Why?”
“You're taking her out for dinner. Are you done in here so
that I can clean?”
“I'm still busy. Does your daughter know about our
deal?”
I cleared my throat. “Not yet I'm still trying to figure out
how I'm going to persuade her into being yours.”
“If you can't pull this of just tell me.”
“No! No.. no sir don't worry I have everything under
control.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I ran to our room to see why Khumo was screaming.

“Khumo keng?”
“I just went through my emails and they replied.. I've
been accepted!”
“Who replied?”
“The college where I'll be doing my fashion course? I've
been chosen they liked my portfolio!”
The excitement on her face was priceless. “I'm so happy
for you.”
“Me too I'm so happy!” she gave me a tight bone
crushing hug. Right at that moment I was happy very
happy.
“You're finally going to be free of my tantrums.”
“I'm not going to argue with that.”
I sadly smiled. “That means mama is finally coming
home.”
“What do you mean she's coming home? What about her
job?”
“She didn't tell you?”
“No..”
“Maybe she was waiting to hear if you got accepted or
not.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“If your mother wanted me to know she would have told
me.”
“Let me call her so you can give her the good news.”
Khumo just shrugged her shoulders and sat on the floor
going through her photo album that had pictures of her
Tidimalo and Itsanang.

“Mama hello?”
“Hello..”
“Khumo is here as well.”
“Hello Khumo.”
“Hello mama.”
“Khumo got accepted at the fashion college!”

We heard her ululating on the other side. I looked at

Khumo but she didn't look interested.

“I'm so happy for you ngwanaka. The devil is a lier! Your

father must be happy wherever he is.”
“When were you going to tell me that you're leaving your
job?” Khumo
“I was going to tell you Nana don't worry we'll talk
tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow?” Khumo
“I'm coming there.”
“Why?”
“Bathong Khumo! It sounds like you prefer me being here
than at home?"
“You're right about that.” Khumo left the room. I was
shocked. Khumo is really turning out to be like me. This
is not my sister. Did I push her that far?

“Your sister will be the death of me! Did you hear how
she spoke to me?”
“Mama Khumo has never been rude. Maybe she's on her
period?”
“I'll deal with her tomorrow!”
“Mama tlhe! Just let her enjoy herself this once?”
“Fine! I have something for you..”
“What?”
“I sent the pictures to your WhatsApp.”
“Okay mama bye”

My life is about to be a movie! I have no idea on how I'm

going to juggle school and Robert.

Chapter sixteen
KHUMO MORAPEDI

One month later

“Tidimalo I told you I have to get ready for my classes.”

“Stop being so uptight tell me how is Joburg treating
you?”
“I've never been so happy in my life! It's like I'm a new
person. How's Cape Town?”
“Not bad I just miss you so much.”
“I miss you too. I'm thinking of finding a part time job
who knows maybe I'll come and visit you?”
“I hope you get lucky. I've been looking for a job since I
got here now I'm tired.”
I couldn't stop laughing. “Tidimalo tsala yaka tlhe wa
tsenwa. You've been only there for like a month you can't
expect to find a job so easily.” (my friend you're crazy.)
“You might be right have you heard anything from
Itsanang?”
“The last time I spoke to her was a few days before I
came here nothing afterwards. I've tried calling but she
doesn't answer.”
“Maybe she's really pregnant..”
“Huh? Where did you hear that?”
“Do you remember Caroline?”
“Yeah?”
“Apparently she goes to the same nursing college with
Itsanang and she found her taking a pregnancy test.”
“But we're her friends she shouldn't be embarrassed if
she's pregnant.”
“Maybe she's still trying to let the news sink in?”
“Maybe listen Mmata I really have to go now. Bye.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

I sat on the bed and looked at my reflection on the

mirror. “To going after our dreams baby girl.” I blew
myself kisses.
I got dressed and went to have breakfast in the kitchen. I
felt hands around my waist. “Good morning sweety.”
“You're up early Kaitlyn?”
“I have an early lesson. Where's Zanele?”
“She didn't sleep here.”
“Lucky fish! I can't even keep a boyfriend for a month.”
“At least you have had a boyfriend.”
“Don't tell me you've never had a boyfriend before?”
“Not a single one!”
“So you're still a virgin?”
“Hey!” I slapped her hand. “What's wrong with being a
virgin?”
“You're such a bubbly person I never thought you're part
of the virgin crew.”
“Stop teasing me Kaitlyn.”
“Sorry will you wait for me so we can go together?”
“Okay I still have about an hour to spare before my
lesson.”

I looked at my dad's pictures and felt so lonely. I miss

him every single day. I wish I could see him one more
time. I suddenly felt sleepy I put my head on the pillow
and it was lights out...

I was barefoot in a garden that had so many thorns. I

looked thinner and my skin was so dry. I looked around
but I couldn't spot anyone. Am I dead or I'm dreaming?
“Hello is anyone here?”
“Khumo?”
I looked around but could not see the person calling me.
“Khumo?”
“Where are you?”
I felt a light tap on my shoulder I turned and it was my
great-grandmother. “Gogo?”
“Ke nna ngwanaka.” (it's me my baby.)
“Your voice sounds different.”
“I know princess I know.”
“Why am I here? Am I dead?”
“No my baby you're not dead. I'm here to warn you
Nana.”
“About what?”
“Your mother and Keneilwe.”
“What did they do now?”
“I know you're very angry at Keneilwe but she's really
trying to change. She has seen her wrongs give her a
chance. Right now I'm only seeing darkness surrounding
her. She's not much of a praying person like you I can't
reach her with dreams.”
“I don't think I understand.”
“Your sister has made really bad choices in life and she
doesn't know how to get out. I'm really trying to protect
you two from where I am but the amount of darkness
surrounding her is making things difficult. Pray for her as
well when you pray for yourself don't let hate overpower
you.”
“Is mama also in danger?” it started raining badly.
“Gogo? Where are you now?”

“Khumo wake up! Khumo!”

I woke up and ran to the window and opened it to get
some air. Kaitlyn was hot on my heels. “Babe are you
okay?”

I kept on inhaling and exhaling. It felt like someone had

sucked all the oxygen and I could not breathe. My heart
was racing.

“I'm fine now.. I'm okay.”

“You scared me! I heard you groaning and speaking
nonsense in your sleep.”
“I'm sorry that happens when I'm talking to my great-
grandmother..”
Kaitlyn raised a brow “great-grandmother? Didn't you say
she's late?”
“It's a long story
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“great-grandmother? Didn't you say she's late?”
“It's a long story let's go.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Robert is making my life uncomfortable. He made me

skip school today to learn how to dance on a strip pole.
This old man has lost his marbles! I quickly sneaked into
the house when I saw mama going in the toilet. My
phone has been vibrating non stop. “Hello?”
“Hello Keneilwe.”
“Khumo?” I checked my phone and it was her. We have
never heard from her ever since she left for college.
“Yes it's me.”
“We have been trying to call you.”
“My phone has been giving me problems. How are you?”
“I'm good how's Joburg treating you?”
“I'm still trying to find my feet. Can I ask you
something?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“What do you mean Khumo?”
“Don't act like you don't understand what I'm talking
about. Is someone forcing you to do anything you don't
want?”
“No.”
“Keneilwe I know you when you're lying to me but just
know that if you want to talk I'm here.”
“Thank you.”
“Okay bye.”
“Don't you want to talk to mama?..” the phone was just
quiet. She cut the call!

Just when I wanted to close my eyes mama knocked on

the door.
“Keneilwe! Open this door!”
“Mama I'm doing homework.”
“I said open this door!”
I took out my books and spread them on the bed then
opened the door. “What do you want mama?”
“What do I want in my own house? Satan wa nteka! Wa
nteka.” (Satan is testing me! He really is.)
“Mama I'm really trying to do my homework.”
“Homework ya eng when you didn't go to school bloody
shit!”
She removed her slippers and threw them at me. This
woman has never hit me what's wrong with her!
“Mama!”
“Mama wa masepa! O tswa kae?” (where are you from?)
“From school..”
“I'm going to give you one more chance.” she picked up
my school shoes aiming them at me.
“Mama..”
“Your teacher called me today that you have not been to
school. They said I must come and see them tomorrow.
O tswa kae?”
I just kept quiet and looked down.
“If you fall pregnant and think I'm going to take care of
that baby you're wrong! Very wrong.”

ITSANANG TLHAPI

I was at the mall waiting for someone to bring me my

parcel. I looked around but could not spot anyone. This
can't be happening! I already paid this person. I ordered
another cup of tea and tried calling the person but it just
rang.
“Itsanang?”
I turned and looked at Caroline. “Hi.”
“It's so hot why are you dressed like that?"
“I think my body is still trying to adjust to this weather. I
have flu.”
“Okay do you mind if I sit I'm waiting for someone?”
“No problem.” I saw Tidimalo’s cousin coming to our
table. Why did I have to meet so many people from the
village today of all days?
“Hey you.” she gave me a hug then sat down.
“Bathong Itsanang in this heat what's with a trenchcoat?”
“Flu.”
“Have you tried calling Tidi today?”
“No why?”
“I have been trying to call her but it goes straight to
voicemail.”
“She's probably in class. Listen uhm.. I have to go now I
just remembered something that I need to buy.” I quickly
left them there before they could ask any questions. I
looked around the mall thinking maybe I would spot the
person but nothing. I have been scammed!
I sat in the taxi waiting for it to get full do we can leave.
I can't believe I was scammed. I wiped my tears and
looked out the window. My phone vibrated in trenchcoat
it was Khumo. I let it ring. I don't know what to tell
them.
This coat was not making things easier for me I was
sweating profusely. I just wanted to get home and take it
off. I rubbed my tummy and let the tears fall. I'm really
sorry nana I mumbled to myself. I wish I could keep you
but I can't.
“Ausi o siame?” (are you okay?)
I looked at the guy sitting next to me. I nodded and
smiled.
“Why are you crying? Did your boyfriend dump you after
you told him that you're pregnant?” he said that as a
joke and laughed but I burst into tears. I couldn't help
myself. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you it's okay..
shh don't cry.” he held me until I calmed down.
“Are you pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“I'm assuming you don't want to keep the baby?”
“Don't judge me I'm not ready to have a child.”
“I'm not judging you. It's your body and the choice is
yours.”
“I already feel bad for not wanting to keep this baby.”
“Don't.. take my number and when you feel like talking
to someone I'm here. Now stop crying” he wiped my
tears.

Chapter seventeen
MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI
In my entire life I have never been called to school
because my children did anything wrong.. but today
today I had to sit in a classroom with another female
telling me that my daughter has not been to school for
over a week! An entire week. This time around Keneilwe
has really managed to embarrass me.
She will have me to deal with when she comes back from
school. I had to make sure she enters the school gate.

“Koko! Is anyone home?”

I peeped through the window and saw Dorris. I furiously
opened the door. “O batlang mosadi wa moloi!” (what do
you want you witch!)
She pushed me out of the way and made her way in in
my house. “You're still a bitter woman even now
Motlalepula?”
“Bitter woman in my house? Wa tsenwa jou shit!” (you're
mad you piece of shit!)
She looked around my house with her nose held high. “I
see why you're bitter.. your maid Khumo is not here now
you have to do the cleaning yourself.”
“You have no right mentioning my children out of that
rotten mouth.”
“Why do you hate Khumo so much Motlalepula? She's
your baby.”
“Why would I hate my own baby a baby I carried in my
womb for nine months?”
“You tell me? Is it because she reminds you of my baby
the one you killed?”
“I didn't kill your child Dorris! I told you it was a
mistake.”
“We both know it was not a mistake! You killed my baby!
You!” Dorris kept on shoving me around and slapping
me. She has always been the fighter when we grew up. I
was just a loudmouth.
“Dorris stop it you're hurting me! Motho wa modimo.”
“You don't deserve Khumo! You don't even deserve to be
a mother.”
“Dorris stop acting like a mad woman. Get out of my
house!”
“You will get what's yours one day. You won't get away
with this.”
“Tsamaya!” (leave!)
I locked the door immediately when she left. I touched
my chest and I was so scared. I have not seen that angry
Dorris in a while! I was seconds away from peeing on
myself.
Once I was calm I went back to cleaning the girls room.
Under the bed I found a positive pregnancy test. I sat on
the bed to look at it closely. Khumo is going to give me a
heart attack! How am I going to explain this to my boss
that she's pregnant when I told him that she's a virgin?
Speaking of the devil my boss called..
“Hello sir.”
“How are you Motlalepula?”
“I'm okay sir have you found someone to clean the
house?”
“You know why I'm calling you. Your daughter can't stay
at that accomodation forever. She needs to come and
stay with me.”
“I know that sir...”
“I have given you time to deal with this I'll take the
matters into my own hands.”
“Okay sir bye..”
 ITSANANG THLAPI

“Next!” I went inside the doctor's room and nervously sat

down.
“Itsanang Tlhapi?”
I just nodded
“Just relax sisi everything is okay. Your abortion went
well.”
“Why am I here now?”
“Every woman who comes in here to get an abortion I
always advice them to go for counseling before and after
the abortion.”
“I'm a nursing student so I know that and I have a
therapy session next week.”
“Good take it easy and don't put strain to your body.”

Heading out of the hospital I found Tshepiso standing

outside holding a picnic basket. “Tshepiso?”
“Surprise!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I got your message that you're coming to the hospital
and thought maybe we could go out?”
“I appreciate this but I don't feel like being around people
just yet.”
“I'm sorry I should have though about that. Next time?"
“We could go to my room and chill there instead?”
“Are you sure?”
“Very..”

We took a taxi home and Khumo kept blowing up my

phone all the way until we arrived.
“How long are you planning on ignoring your friends?”
“I'm afraid of telling them about this..
If they're truly your friends they won't judge you.”
“You're right I'll call them later let's just eat first and you
can tell me more about yourself.”
“You're really a risk taker!”
“How so?” I smiled
“We only met that day in the taxi and already I'm at your
place? That's so bold of you.”
“Maybe I'm just too trusting because I know I can fight.”
We both laughed and looked at one another.
“You know how to fight?”
“I grew up with three older brothers trust me I can fight.
Me and my sisters.”
“Must have been hectic?”
“Sometimes.. but I would never trade them for anything
or anyone. I love them.”
“Your face says it all.”
“How many siblings do you have?”
“My mom has four boys she probably tried for girls but
always ended up with boys.”
“Lucky her she's going to get four more girls.”
“We said the same thing to her.”

DORRIS MORAPEDI

“Mama calm down I can't hear what you're saying.”

“Kalanyana ngwanaka that woman makes me so angry!
You have no idea how many times I have to stop myself
from strangling her.”
“Mama just let her be.. if you kill her you will be just like
her.”
“You don't understand she robbed me a chance to raise
my baby.. she robbed you the chance to know your
sister. We will never know what kind of woman she would
turn to be.”
“I really don't like it when you cry
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she robbed me a chance to raise my baby.. she robbed
you the chance to know your sister. We will never know
what kind of woman she would turn to be.”
“I really don't like it when you cry how about you come
and visit me in Joburg just a week?”
“I don't want to come to that place and you know why.”
“Mama you will have to make peace that I'm stripper and
that's that! I'm not going to stop what I'm doing only to
earn less than I deserve.”
“I sent you there to study not what you're doing.”
“I don't want to fight with you I have to go now. Think
about what I said.. about visiting? I love you.”
“I love you too.”

So many years have passed but I can't get over losing

my baby. It was so much better when I didn't have to
see Motlalepula every single day. Now everywhere I turn
I see her. I get reminded of her evilness. My only sin is to
be the daughter of the other woman.
It's not bad enough that her mother stabbed my mother
while I hid under the bed and saw everything. I was only
eight when my mom was taken away from me. Out of
fear I had to keep quiet. Moving into my father's house
will always be my worst nightmare! If it were not for my
older sister and two brothers I don't know if I would still
be alive. As if that was not enough Motlalepula killed my
child! She keeps on saying it was an accident but I refuse
to believe her... Why would she choose to hold poison
that kills rats on the day I ask her to look after my baby?
She could have done that any other day.

I looked at Warona’s pictures and smiled sadly thinking

about how my pregnancy was not easy. How I was in and
out of the hospital because of the amount of stress I had.
How many times I was told I would lose her if I don't
control my stress. To the day when I rushed her to the
hospital and the doctor said Warona is no more. That day
I lost everything. I lost my mind I lost my job. Everything
that I lived for vanished in a blink of an eye because of
my stepmother and sister.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I just got back from dropping off my CV’s and the house
was a graveyard. When those two are home you can hear
the noise from downstairs. “Kaitlyn?” I knocked on her
door but there was no reply.
As I changed my phone rang in the lounge I rushed to
get it in my bag before the person drops. “Hello?”
“Khumo why have you not been answering my calls?”
“My phone is giving me problems what do you want?”
“Do you have everything that you need?”
“Yes. Mama o batlang?” (what do you want?)
“Is it wrong for a mother to call her child?”
“Very wrong if the mother never calls.”
“Khumo are you pregnant?”
I started laughing until my tummy hurt. “Very funny
mama.”
“I'm not making jokes! How can you fall pregnant when
you know I'm not working?”
“Mama I'm not pregnant I don't even have a boyfriend.”
“Khumo now is not the time to lie. If you're pregnant you
have to tell me.”
“Well I'm not pregnant.”
“Then why is there a positive pregnancy test under the
bed?”
“I have no idea.”
“Khumo if I find out that you're lying!..”
“I'm not.. mama please tell Keneilwe to go and fetch my
sketchbook at aunty Dorris house I need something in it.”
“What were you doing in her house? Khumo you must
never go to that house ever again!”
“Yoh mama sharp.”

I sent Keneilwe a text

Why do you still have your pregnancy tests under the
bed? Now your mother thinks I'm pregnant. Please fix
this I don't want drama.

“I don't like that frown on your face!” I looked at Zandile

wearing a mini dress how I wished I had the confidence
she had.
“I didn't hear you come in.”
“I told you when I walk I don't touch the ground.”
“Lucky you!”
“Where you not at the college today?”
“I had one class dropped some CV's afterwards.”
“Well the club I work at needs people at the food joint.”
“Really?”
“Yeah I work at the fun side at the club. Since you're new
you can start at the restaurant instead.”
“Anything is fine!”
“Go and drop your CV at club Dominantz tomorrow
around 09h00. Ask for a Sipho and tell him I sent you
there.”
“Thank you so much! I'm so lucky to have you in my
life.”
“Once you become a well known designer don't forget
that.”
“You mean when we're both famous designers?”
“Yeah.. I'm going to take a nap.”

Chapter eighteen
KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Why do you still have your pregnancy tests under the

bed? Now your mother thinks I'm pregnant. Please fix
this I don't want drama. -Khumo

I read that message from Khumo over and over again. I

know I'm going to find a raging Motlalepula at home. I
called Khumo on my way home. She might not even
answer not that I blame her..
“Hello?”
“I didn't mean to get you into trouble with mama I'm
sorry.”
“Keneilwe don't you ever get tired of saying ‘I'm sorry’? I
know I'm tired of hearing your apologies but no change.”
“I'm really trying Khumo.. I know I have hurt you but
please don't become this angry person I don't know? Be
angry at me all you want but don't let the anger
overpower you.”
“Are you going to tell her the truth?”
“She has already figured that out. If it's not you it means
it's me.. I'll tell her either way.”
“I really hope you're being honest this time around
Keneilwe.. for your sake I hope you're trying to become a
better person.”
“I will try. Khumo?”
“I'm still here.”
“I have never said this before but I will now I love you
ausi waka.” I didn't wait for her reply I cut the call.

I went to mama’s room the minute I went inside the

house. “Mama I have something to tell you.”
She closed her Bible and looked at me for the longest
time. “Are you pregnant?”
“I was...”
“Huh?”
“I was pregnant not anymore.”
“Did you have a miscarriage?”
“No I had an abortion.”
“Yoh Keneilwe.. yohh!” she touched her chest as she
repeated my name. Kept on saying I'm trying to send her
to an early grave.
“Mama I'm sorry it was a mistake.” I kneeled in front of
her.
“Mistake? I thought Khumo was the brat but it's you
Keneilwe! How does one fall pregnant by mistake?”
“It just happened.”
“Then don't say it was a mistake jou shit! You had sex
without protection and you fell pregnant that's not a
mistake.”
“Mama..”
“Leave my room before I mop this room with your face.
Just leave..”
That went better than I had anticipated I went to my
room and changed then went to fetch something Robert
had sent me.

ITSANANG TLHAPI

I took Tshepiso’s advice and finally called Khumo I can't

ignore her forever. I'll call Tidi afterwards. It rang for a
while before she answered
“Khumo hello?”
“It's me Mmata.”
“I'm sorry who are you?”
I found myself laughing. “Mmata you know who I am.”
“No I don't who are you again?”
“It's me Itsanang Tlhapi your friend from the Metsing
village.”
“I don't think I have a friend called Itsanang Tlhapi. Are
you sure you didn't dial an incorrect number ma’am?”
“Are you not Khumo Morapedi?”
“Why have you been ignoring our calls?”
“I'm sorry I was going through the most these past few
weeks.”
“Is that something so bad it made you push away your
friends?”
“I found out I was pregnant and paid someone for
abortion pills but I was scammed.”
“Are you not studying nursing Mmata?
I am.”
“So explain to me why would a student studying nursing
want to buy backstreet abortion pills?”
“I was not thinking straight. I needed a quick solution
and I thought that I was doing the right thing.”
“10 years later you start having regrets when you can't
fall pregnant because at the backstreet abortion they
removed your womb?”
“I get it! I went to the hospital to get the abortion.”
“How are you feeling?”
“My therapist said it's okay to feel sad.”
“Did I ask what your therapist said? I think I asked you
how you're feeling.”
I started crying over the phone. I just cried until I
couldn't anymore. I felt so guilty and sad that I couldn't
keep the baby.
“Are you okay now?”
“I needed that cry. I feel better now maybe therapy is
not working?”
“Just give it some time you're still trying to find your
feet. Don't rush your healing.”
“Maybe you should be a therapist instead?”
“Not a chance next time please keep us in the loop? We
didn't know if you're okay where you are.”
“I will never ignore you ever again. Now I have to call
Tidi.” we laughed.
“She's going to give you a hard time.”
“I'm not looking forward to that bye...”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

A few days later

I stood outside the building of club Dominantz and

admired the place. I looked at people going in and out
looking gorgeous. I was just wearing a plain black jean
and top. They might not even take me serious. I'm about
to be a designer but what I'm wearing right now is
trashy. Just breathe Khumo breathe..
I pushed the door and went in I saw two men at the bar
area. Now who is Sipho? Another young lady made her
way to me with a huge smile on her face. “Hi are you
looking for someone?”
“Someone called Sipho?”
“The one wearing a black t-shirt.”
“Thanks.” I slowly walked to the bar while breathing in
and out.
“Hi are you looking for someone?”
“Someone called Sipho?”
“The one wearing a black t-shirt.”
“Thanks.” I slowly walked to the bar while breathing in
and out.
“Hi I'm looking for Sipho?”
“I'm Sipho who are you?” A guy with tattoos on his
biceps came from the back and smiled at me. I looked
down and blushed.
“Khumo Zandile said you're looking for staff?”
“Oh.. Zandile yeah we need people to work at the
restaurant and on busy days to help us here at the club.”
“Okay here's my CV..”
“I'll look at it and do a background check.. if everything is
good when can you start?”
“Where's my uniform and notebook?”
Sipho and Mr tattoos started laughing. “I like her Sipho
we like people who have a little bit of humour. I'm Enzo
by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Enzo.”
“How do you know Zandile?” Sipho
“We're housemates.”
“Okay in a few days time you will know if the job is yours
or not.”
“Thank you.”

As I unlocked the door at our apartment I found Zandile

on top of a man who is not her boyfriend. I nervously
said my greetings then disappeared into my room.
Minutes later I heard a knock on the door. “Khumo can I
come in?”
“Yeah.”
“About earlier..”
“None of my business. What you do with your life has
nothing to do with me.”
“I know that either way I need to remember that I share
this apartment with you and Kaitlyn. Next time I'll do my
business in my room.”
“I'd appreciate that.”
“Did you take your CV to the club?”
Yes I said with a smile plastered on my face.
“What's with the smile?”
“What does Enzo do at the club?”
“Oh hell no! Don't you dare tell me you're interested in
him?”
“What's wrong with him? I'm not saying I am though..”
“He is a charmer I'll agree and he is hot and smart.. but
he is also a player.”
“He has a killer smile.”
“More like panty dropper smile. To answer your question
he owns the club.”
He looks young though.
“He comes from a rich family and their dad left them a
huge inheritance he opened clubs with his brother.”
“Clubs?”
“The one you went to in Rosebank there's another in the
North West and I think they're opening another in Cape
Town.”
“Wow some people are lucky.”
“If you have money anything is possible. He is only 27
imagine how rich he will be by 40?”
“I don't want to imagine.”
“Hey bitches!” Kaitlyn walked in barefoot holding her
heels in one hand and a bottle of wine on the other.
“Ladies let's celebrate me finding work at Donatella!”
“Congratulations friend I'm so happy for you! Oh my
word that boutique is amazing.”
“When they called me today to tell me that the job is
mine.. I lost my shit.”
“Congratulations Kaitlyn.”
“Thanks Khumo.”
We moved the couches around to make space to sit.
“Khumo there's juice for you in the fridge.”
“Why am I getting juice while the two of you will be
getting wine?”
They both looked at me. “You drink alcohol?”
“No.. but I have drank before.”
“Okay let's get drunk ladies.”
Zandile disappeared to her room and returned with her
weed.

A bottle down and I could feel the wine going to my

head. We talked about boys and sex. More like them
giving me tips.
“Khumo is interested in Enzo” Zandile blurted it out.
“Zandile!”
“No ways! But I don't blame you girl that nigga is one hot
piece of shit.”
“I didn't say I like him.” she was about to pass the joint
to Kaitlyn when I took it from her.
“Khumo you don't have to do anything to fit in.”
“I know that I'm just experiencing.” I started coughing
like a dying person. Kaitlyn and Zandile kept laughing. I
had another puff and this time around I coughed like a
normal person. I had a few puffs until I got it right. “This
thing is good.”

Chapter nineteen
KHUMO MORAPEDI

A month later

“Khumo Khumo come here.”

“Gogo o ko kae?” (where are you?)
“Follow your heart and you will find me Nana. Just follow
your heart.”
“I can't see you Gogo.”
I looked around but there was so much darkness I could
not see a thing. I walked near a dam and looked at
myself. I was wearing a tattered dress my feet were
bleeding and my hair a mess.

The girl looking back at me looked so miserable. I looked

miserable. My face was stained with bruises. I crouched
down to have a closer look and I saw Keneilwe she was in
tears trying to reach out to me but couldn't. I saw a man
I didn't know beat her up and drag her down the stairs. I
tried so hard to scream but I couldn't my legs were glued
to where I was.

“Gogo please help her. Do something!” I looked around

and my grandmother was not close to me anymore.
“Gogo?”

“Khumo wake up!”

Gogo please help her! Do something.
“Khumo vuka!”
Mhmm.. mhmm someone please help her.
“Khumo!” I woke up panting and looked around.
“Hey it's just a bad dream calm down.”
“No no.. no it's not a dream it felt so real. My baby sister
I have to help her.. I have to.”
“Where are you going at this time of the night? It's late
I'll sleep with you move to the other side.”

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

“Keneilwe breakfast is ready!”

“I'm coming.”
I stirred my coffee my mind far away. I was too tired I
have not been getting any sleep for the past month. I
keep on seeing Dorris baby crying so badly. Now I'm also
dreaming about Khumo bleeding badly I don't know if I'm
starting to lose my mind or I'm already crazy.
“Mama your phone is ringing.”
I snapped out of it and it was an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Motlalepula when are you coming back to work? My
boyfriend does not pay you to just sit at home and do
nothing.”
“Amahle what do you want? Or should I say madam?”
“Don't you dare! I also know that you took some of my
clothes from my closet. Do you have any idea how much
those clothes cost?”
“Madam I don't know what you're talking about.. about
work didn't your boyfriend tell you that I've resigned?”
“What?”
“Good bye madam I won't miss you and your annoying
voice.”

I looked at Keneilwe and she was lost in her thoughts.

She has been really quiet and that's worrying. Maybe I've
been tough on her.
“Punkie are you okay my baby?”
“Yeah I just miss Khumo.. weird I know but I was used to
having her around all the time.”
“You need to focus on yourself and achieving your goals
stop thinking about Khumo. She's living her own life in
Johannesburg.”
“Mama why do you hate Khumo?”
“Yeses.. yeyi! If it's not Dorris asking me nonsense it's
my own daughter. Why would I bring someone to this
world only to hate the person?”
“Mama I was just asking no need to act crazy.”
“Shouldn't you be on your way to school?”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I skipped classes today I was not feeling well. I didn't

know if I was in danger or Keneilwe is the one in danger?
Zandile came into my room holding a tray that had
breakfast. “Good morning princess.”
“Good morning Zandi.”
“I brought you something to eat I hope you're hungry?”
“I'm starving.. I didn't freak you out last night right?”
“Girl you scared the shit out of me!” we both laughed.
“But Kaitlyn told me that you have been having these
dreams for a while now?”
“Yeah it's always been like this.. my great-grandmother
usually communicates with me via dreams. I know it
sounds unreal but yeah.”
“I'm a black woman Khumo such things I'm familiar with.
Maybe Kaitlyn wouldn't understand but I do.”
“I wish I didn't though. The things I've seen because of
these dreams.. hectic!”
“Askies I have to go to my classes now I'll see you later.”
“Someone called Evelyn will give you my notes
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please bring them for me?”
“I'll do so.” she gave me a kiss then rushed out. I just sat
on the bed thinking about the weird dream. I didn't want
to sleep again. How I looked in that dream was
unsettling.
Once I was done feeling sorry for myself I cleaned the
apartment and did some laundry. I had an hour nap
because I had to work the night shift today.

Zandi and Kaitlyn were getting ready for the club. One of
these days I'm joining them just to experience the club
life.
“Ladies I'm leaving!”
“Where are you going?”
“I told you that I'm working the night shift today.
Apparently there's some rich dude who booked the
restaurant today all hands on deck.”
“I wish I was you.”
“Why?”
“When there's events or a place is booked that's when
you make real money!”
“Okay let me leave. You two have fun.”

Arriving at work I was shocked to see the female staff

wearing black short dresses and gold bowties. I clearly
didn't get the memo. I went downstairs to ask Sipho
what was going on.
“As I said Khumo when we have such events this is what
you wear. Didn't you read your contract?”
“I did but I didn't think the dresses were this short.” I
was lying I think I skipped the dress code part.
“Those dresses are not short trust me. Some of the
female staff made theirs short just go get dressed Khumo
as you can see it's a bit busy down here as well.”
“Okay.” I went back to the change rooms and looked at
my dress then at myself. The dress might not even fit!
Yolanda walked in while I was still standing in front of the
mirror.
“Girl are you good?”
Yolanda was not a skinny girl but she was also not fat.
She was light in complexion and had a flat stomach. “I'm
okay.”
“You're wondering if the dress will fit right?”
I looked down and nodded.
“Don't let your mind play tricks on you. Just wear the
dress and see if it fits if it doesn't we'll find one that
does. Stop stressing.”
I wore the dress and it was just a four fingers above the
knees. At least it didn't expose any boobs.
I bumped into Enzo on my way out. “Damn Khumo!”
“Hello Enzo.”
“Hi to you too.” I left him there and hurried to the
restaurant and it looked amazing. Most of the guests had
arrived and everyone smelt of money. They looked the
part. We were serving them drinks and finger foods. The
ladies were snobs thinking we're their maids. If they had
their way we would accompany them to the bathroom as
well.
“If I can get one of these men I would never have to
work again.”
We all laughed at Yolanda.
“Imagine if you had friends who could book an entire
restaurant just for your birthday?”
“Really?”
“Yeah you see that dude wearing a powder blue shirt and
black tie?” I looked at the person she was pointing.
“That's the birthday boy or man? Whatever.. his best
friend organised this for him.”
“They must be very close.”
“Ohh they are very close.”
“So this is what they do normally?”
“Not really they usually chill downstairs at the VIP
section.”

By 23h00 I was tired and this place was booked until

01h00. Yolanda came rushing to me and pulled me to the
kitchen. “Girl can you cover for me?”
“Where are you going?”
“Do you really want to know you look so innocent?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“One of the guys asked me to meet him outside and I
couldn't say no. He is my way out.”
“What must I do?”
“Take these cigars and bottle of whiskey to that table.
Then come back and take these bottles of champagne to
those ladies over there.. and take them these snacks as
well. Thank you bye!”

I pulled my dress down then took the cigars and whiskey

to the guys. Every step I took I felt like I would faint.
“Good evening gentlemen.” I felt like someone was
looking at me I turned and found Enzo looking at me.. I
smiled and waved.
“Such a yummy man girl you're lucky.” one of the girls
said.
“Sorry?”
“I'm talking about your boyfriend the one you just waved
at?”
My light bulb went on and I laughed. “You mean Enzo?
He is not my boyfriend.”
“I'll go and try my luck then?” she got up and went to
Enzo. I just shook my head and laughed. As I turned
around I bumped into someone and the tray I was
holding slipped from my hands onto the ground. I looked
up and saw some alcohol spills on the white shirt of the
person I had bumped into. “I'm really sorry sir I should
have been more careful. Uhm.. I'll pay to take it to the
dry cleaners.. I'm so sorry.” I was trying to wipe his shirt
but I made it worse. I slapped myself internally. Really
Khumo?
“It's fine it was a mistake.” his eyes pierced into mine. I
was so embarrassed I rushed to get a broom to sweep
the broken glasses.
The guy I had bumped into kept on looking at me the
entire time I picked up the bigger glasses. I noticed a
pair of shoes in front of me I looked up and it was him
again. “Sorry sir you're standing on broken glass.”
“I didn't get your name?”
I know I messed up his expensive shirt but he doesn't
have to report me I did say I'll get it fixed. “You never
asked for my name.” I heard his friends laugh.
“I'm Zakhele Khoza and you are?..” I looked at his
extended hand and exhaled.
“Khumo.. Khumo Morapedi.” he held my hand for the
longest time while staring at me as if studying me.
“Motlalepula’s daughter?”
“You know my mother?”
He nodded. “Nice to meet you Ms Morapedi and don't
worry about the shirt.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Zakhele! I'm not that old to be called sir.”
“Okay sir..” I slapped my forehead. “I meant Zakhele.”

Chapter twenty
ZAKHELE KHOZA

It's been a week since the last time I saw Khumo.

Motlalepula did not do her any justice that girl is fire! Her
chocolate brown skin her smooth legs and killer smile. If
she didn't tell me who she was I wouldn't have thought it
was her. She had to be mine no matter the cost.
The door to my room opened and Amahle walked in.. I
don't know how I'm going to get rid of this one. She
never leaves like the rest.
“Babe I was thinking we could go to the club tonight?”
“Don't you ever get tired of clubbing?”
“Babe your father left you an entire hotel and farm.. why
do you act like a poor person? Get out and have fun! The
hotel won't burn down because you went out tonight.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Club Dominantz is always lit on Fridays.”
“Club Dominantz?”
“Yes!”
I might get to see Khumo.
“Okay we'll leave around 20h00.”
“You're the best!”
“Tell Dorothy to fetch my suit at the dry cleaners for me.”
“Where did you get this Dorothy?”
“You didn't like Motlalepula now it's Dorothy as well?”
“At least Motlalepula did her work. This one just sits on
the couch and watches TV the whole day.”
“I really have no idea what you want from me Amahle.
Just go shopping and leave me alone!”
“Ohh daddy you turn me on when you get so angry!”
“You annoy me so much” I said between laughs.
“Whatever daddy..” she straddled me and removed my
vest left wet kisses all over my upper body. “You smell so
nice baby...”
“You talk a lot!” I flipped us over and I was on top. I
untied her gown and used my tongue to tease her
nipples. I removed the shorts I had on used the tip of my
dick to massage her clit. She pulled me in for a kiss. “Do
that again baby.” I pushed my dick in and pulled out
again. I liked how she would try to lock me in when I
tried pulling out. “Baby stop teasing.” I did that a few
times until she got very wet. I used my knees to spread
her legs wider then I slowly thrusted to get our rhythm.
Her soft moans filled the room. Her voice became distant
and I heard Khumo’s voice. I saw her face and
that made me go faster and harder...

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I sat on the bed trying to study but I couldn't focus on

anything. I wondered how I was going to sneak out
tonight and go see Robert. Motlalepula is a light sleeper
and she sometimes come to my room and check if I'm in
the house.
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the little
marks on my stomach. Last week Robert showed me his
other side when I refused to dance on a strip pole for
other men. It's one thing to sleep with him but to get
naked for his friends just because he said so is another
thing. He beat me up badly. If it were not for Dolly I
would have died on that day. He made sure to stay away
from my face and focused on my lower section. I should
thank my ancestors that I didn't have any internal
bleeding. How was I going to explain to mama how I got
those bruises when I was supposed to be at home
sleeping?
Dolly was right when she said I was naive. Why did I
think I can control an old man like Robert someone who
has been in the game for this long? Robert had me where
he wanted me. He was my master and I was his puppet.
He pulled my strings as he wanted. The pictures of
Khumo he sent to me every single day is the reason I'm
still tolerating him I can't put Khumo in any danger. It's
the least I could do. I called Tidimalo maybe she will give
me better advice. Someone who has been in the dating
scene before. It rang twice before she answered
“Hello?”
“Hey it's Keneilwe.”
“Keneilwe? As in Khumo’s young sister?”
“Yes it's me.”
“Is Khumo okay? Where did you get my number?”
“Khumo is okay from what I know. I got your number
from someone.”
“How can I help you?”
“I need advice.”
“I'm listening.”
“Promise you won't say anything to anyone?”
“I'm not promising you anything.”
“Then I can't tell you what's bothering me.”
“Okay fine!”
“I'm in trouble.”
“You're always in trouble.”
“This time it's big. More like a matter of life and death
trouble..”
“Neilwe what have you done?”
“I didn't know the person was this dangerous.. he is
threatening me and.. uhm I'm sorry I shouldn't have said
anything. Maybe my phone is bugged.”
“Well they've already heard our conversation. Who is this
person?”

My phone beeped indicating that I had a message.. I

removed the phone from my ear and it was a message
from Robert
I wouldn't do what you're planning on doing. I told you
that I'm everywhere strawberry. Do you want another life
on your hands?

“Neilwe are you still there?”

“Listen just pretend I didn't call and I never said
anything.”
“How can I pretend when I can hear that you sound
scared.”
“Trust me you don't want to get involved. I don't want to
worry about you as well please don't say anything to
Khumo.”
“Are they threatening you?”
“Good bye Tidi.”

TIDIMALO MARUPING

“Keneilwe hello?”
Did she just drop the call? I tried her number a couple of
times but it didn't go through. I know that she's a trouble
maker but she's still my best friend's baby sister. I had
no idea what to do. I promised her that I wouldn't say
anything to Khumo but what if something happens to
Keneilwe and I kept quiet? I don't even know if she has
any classes today I tried my luck and she answered
which is a first.
“Mmata?”
“Hello Khumo today you answered immediately.”
“Sorry Khumo ke mang?” (who is Khumo?)
“My gorgeous best friend how are you?”
“Tidimalo o batlang?”
“Promise you won't freak out?”
“That means I should freak out. What have you done
please don't tell me you beat someone up?”
“Have some faith in me please. It's about Keneilwe.. she
called me today and she didn't sound okay.”
“Why would she call you instead of me? You two don't
even get along.”
“She's in some sort of trouble.”
“She's always in some sort of trouble Mmata nothing
new?”
“You know I never take her serious but this time around I
believe her. She wanted to tell me who is the person
threatening her but suddenly changed her tone.”
“Now you're freaking me out because she once called me
and asked me about being stuck between a rock and a
hard place.. I didn't take her serious at first because it's
Keneilwe.”
“Please do something she's not answering her phone.”
“Okay I'll try calling her I'm not going to work tonight.”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Immediately after Tidimalo’s call I tried calling Keneilwe

but she was not answering her phone. I got off the bed
and paced around my room. I can't call mama she won't
take me serious. All she will do is shout! I sent Keneilwe
a text
Punkie please get back to me when you get this
message. Why are you not answering my calls? Please
answer your phone I'm getting worried...

“God please let her be safe wherever she is.”

It's been an hour from the last time I tried calling

Keneilwe I tried her again and still nothing. I was
panicking and I'm sure I had dug holes in the carpet in
my room. I was trying to think who I could call but
Keneilwe didn't even have real friends. If she did she
never brought them home. I threw my already tired
scrap of phone onto the bed and rested my head on the
wall. Just as I was about to go out the phone rang. I
answered without checking who was calling
“Keneilwe?”
“Uhm it's Sipho..”
“Oh.. sorry I thought it was someone else. How can I
help you I'm not working tonight am I?”
“According to the schedule no you're not.. but Landa’s
son fell sick and she had to rush back home. Zandile is
not answering her calls.”
“Fine I'll be there!”
“Thank you so much I'll request an uber for you.”
“Whatever..”

After the cold shower I wore my uniform then went

downstairs for my ride. I was starting to get impatient
until I saw Enzo step out of his car.
“Enzo? What are you doing here?”
“I came to fetch you what else?”
“Since when are you an uber driver?”
“Just get in.. let's go!”
“If you plan on kidnapping me I know karate.. I trained
Bruce Lee...”
He chuckled and looked at me... “You must be very
dangerous then?”
“Very!”

The club was so full we had to squeeze ourselves in order

to get in. “Why is it so full?”
“It's the Amapiano session tonight. Nothing besides
Amapiano.”
“Okay let me get to work.. thanks for the ride..” he went
to the bathroom and I went to the bar area and found
Sipho all over the place..
“I'm here! Where do you need me here or the
restaurant?”
“Here.. the restaurant is not that busy tonight. Well not
yet.”
“Okay.” I quickly went to the changing rooms and left my
bag in the locker... I was about to leave then I
remembered my phone in the bag. Maybe she might call?

“Khumo take these bottles of champagne this beer

bucket to table three at the VIP area.”
“Alright...”

I held the tray tight as I walked through the drunk

crowds to get to the VIP. I put the drinks on table
three... “Champagne for the ladies and beer for the
gentleman..” I looked up and it was the guy from the
other day. What was his name again?
“We meet again Khumo?”
“It looks that way sir..”
“You forgot my name didn't you?”
“Huh.. me? Never!”
He raised his eyebrows probably waiting for me to tell
him his name..
I ignored him and took the empty bottles in their table.
“Are you going to need anything else Zakhele?”
I saw a smile creep to his face.. I must have got his
name right. “For now this is okay..”
I nodded and turned to walk away but I found a female
looking at me with disgust all over her face. “Can I help
you ma’am?”
“Why are you busy flirting with my man? Do you think he
would leave all of this..” she touched herself and twirled..
“for that?” she pointed me.
“Come on Amahle that's enough! I'm really sorry for her
behaviour Khumo. She must have had one too many?”
Amahle turned and looked at her ‘man’. “You even know
her name?”
I left them both there. I don't want any drama that has
nothing to do with me..

In between serving people their drinks I would try calling

Keneilwe as well...

Chapter twenty-one
DORRIS MORAPEDI

Two weeks later

I knocked softly on Kalanyana’s room where Keneilwe

was sleeping. Two days ago she came rushing in here
crying her lungs out. She was so traumatized I could not
hear a thing she said. I've been trying to get her to talk
but I can't get her to talk. She just sits on the bed and
keeps quiet.
“Neilwe?” I snuck my head in and saw her biting her nails
looking out the window. “Please talk to me.. I can't help
you unless you talk.”
“I'm fine aunty I'm sorry for coming here instead of going
home.”
“No no.. don't apologize this is your home as well. If you
don't feel well you can come here anytime you want.”
“I have to go home today mama is returning tomorrow.”
“You can sleep here again I'll go and clean Motlalepula’s
house so she doesn't notice that you didn't sleep there. I
brought you something to eat.. please eat?” I got up
about to leave when she held on tight to my hand.
“Please don't leave me alone aunty! I'm afraid..”
“Afraid of what? I'll lock the door..”
“No please don't leave me.”
“Okay get dressed then we'll both go to your house.”
She just nodded

As we walked to her home she would constantly look at

the back as if someone was following us. This kind of
behaviour is not good. Keneilwe is not a shy child. She's
full of life this is so unlike her. We unlocked then went
inside. She quickly locked before rushing to her room. I
let her be and cleaned the house. Motlalepula would die
of a heart attack if she would ever find out that I was in
her home cleaning! I laughed alone thinking about my
sister. My mom just had to fall in love with a married
man didn't she? And she paid with her life. Maybe my life
would have been better if I was raised by my own
mother.
I let go of the broom and sat on the couch crying. Why
did you leave me alone Mme?

*Flashback*

38 years ago
“Mama papa otla leng?” (when is daddy coming?)
“Soon ngwanaka.. soon he will be here.”
“Why can't daddy come and stay with us?”
“He has to work my baby.”
We heard a banging on the door. Mama peeped through
the window and she looked scared.
“Mama ke mang?” (who is it mom?)
“Shhh.. keep quiet and go hide under the bed.”
“Mama...” I sulked getting underneath the bed. I could
see another pair of feet. I didn't know the woman my
mother was talking to.

“Masechaba o batlang?”
“For you to stay away from my husband! Don't you have
any shame?”
“I can't stay away from him we have a child together
remember?”
“I don't care! He is mine.. mine! I will raise that bastard
child of yours.”
“My child is not a bastard!” I saw them shoving one
another as they exchanged hurtful words.
“I will kill you Pauline! No one will take my husband away
from me.. not a cheap slut like you.”
“Mosadi wa moloi! Who are you calling a slut?”
“Wena! Who do you think you are calling me a witch?”
“Why are you fighting me and not that man whore you
call a husband?”
“When you were spreading those skinny legs was he not
a man whore?”
“Masechaba get out of my house! Tswa mosadimogolo!”
(out of my house old woman!)
“Don't push me.. stop pushing me!”
Still under the bed I saw how they kept on pushing one
another until the woman called Masechaba grabbed a
knife on the table and stabbed my mother. I held my
mouth in order to not scream. “You will never bother us
again!” she stabbed her again then removed the knife
only to stab her again. “You will not come and disrupt my
life!” another stab and I saw my mom closing her eyes.
That's when I screamed. I saw the woman panicking and
dragging me out of the bed and covering my mouth with
her hands covered with my mother's blood...
*End of flashback*

I carried so much pain from that day. I couldn't stop the

tears from flowing. I let it out and cried more than I did
when I was only eight and had to bury my mom. That
pain resurfaced and the anger came back again. “Why
mama? Why did you leave me! I'm tired of being strong.”
“Aunty why are you crying?”
I shook my head and cried more...

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

Today was the day Khumo finds out that her life is about
to take a drastic turn! A good change. Khumo is very
unpredictable. One doesn't know how she will react to
the news. I've been trying to call Keneilwe but she's not
answering. That child is just trouble.. I already have
enough to deal with grabbed a knife on the table and
stabbed my mother. I held my mouth in order to not
scream. “You will never bother us again!” she stabbed
her again then removed the knife only to stab her again.
“You will not come and disrupt my life!” another stab and
I saw my mom closing her eyes. That's when I screamed.
I saw the woman panicking and dragging me out of the
bed and covering my mouth with her hands covered with
my mother's blood...
*End of flashback*

I carried so much pain from that day. I couldn't stop the

tears from flowing. I let it out and cried more than I did
when I was only eight and had to bury my mom. That
pain resurfaced and the anger came back again. “Why
mama? Why did you leave me! I'm tired of being strong.”
“Aunty why are you crying?”
I shook my head and cried more...

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

Today was the day Khumo finds out that her life is about
to take a drastic turn! A good change. Khumo is very
unpredictable. One doesn't know how she will react to
the news. I've been trying to call Keneilwe but she's not
answering. That child is just trouble.. I already have
enough to deal with I don't need her adding more to the
stress that I already have.

I got dressed and went to the main house and Amahle

rolled her eyes the second she saw me.
“I thought you had resigned what are you doing I'm my
house?”
I scoffed “your house you say madam?”
“Yes my house! Where's Dorothy?”
“Am I her babysitter? I don't work here anymore you
don't get to treat me like chewing gum stuck under your
shoe!”
“I will treat you however I want! Now go make me a cup
of green tea..”
Now go make me a cup of green tea I mimicked her. I
heard Dorothy laugh in the kitchen I walked to where she
was and looked at her. She looked very young to be a
cleaner.. she might cause trouble for Khumo. I looked at
her from head to toe and she kept quiet.
“Would you like anything to eat Mme Motlalepula?”
“I know my way around this kitchen if I need anything I'll
get it myself.”
“Okay Mme.”

After breakfast Zakhele stood up and nodded with his

head that I should follow him. “Close the door and have a
seat.
I think we have given Khumo enough time to find her
feet here and at the college. It's time she knows the real
reason I'm paying her fees.”
“I understand sir..”
“But?”
“How are we going to tell her the news?”
“All you have to do is get us in the same room and I'll do
the talking.”
“What will you say? She's a bit stubborn.”
“We've already met mother-in-law..”
“What do you mean you have already met? Did you tell
her that you're my boss? I mean you were my boss.”
“Not yet.. I just said I know you...”
Okay sir I'll call her and find out if it's “possible to meet
up with her today.”
“Call her now.”
“Okay” I dialled her number and put the phone on
loudspeaker.
“Hello?”
“Khumo ke nna.”
“Mama?”
“It's a new number.”
“Okay what do you want is it about Keneilwe?”
“No.. why would I call you to talk about her?”
“Then what do you want mama?”
“I'm in Johannesburg and I was hoping that we could
meet?”
“I don't like surprises you of people should know that.. I
don't think I'll be able to see you today. Maybe
tomorrow..”
I heard a male voice in the background. “Khumo are you
with a man? Do you want to fall pregnant!”
She laughed. “Yoh mama his just a friend.”
“There's no way a boy and a girl can just be friends..”
“Bathong mama stop with the drama! I have to go now.”
“Khumo! Hello Khumo are you there?” she cut the call? I
tried calling again but it didn't go through. I looked at
Zakhele and swallowed hard
“I'll fix this..”
“You better! I'm running out of patience. You can
leave...”

Chapter twenty-two
KENEILWE MORAPEDI
It's been almost three weeks since mama left for
Johannesburg. I don't know why she went there and
when she's coming back. I moved in with aunty Dorris
until I start feeling better.
Ever since Papa’s funeral aunty Dorris is not a mean
person. She acts like our aunt for a change not someone
in competition with us. I heard a faint knock on the door
“Neilwe it's time to get up and get ready for school.”
“I'm up..”
“Can I come in?”
I pulled up the duvet. “Yes.”
She came in and sat next to me. “How are you feeling
today?”
“Much better.” that was a lie.. I'll never be okay.
“You really scared me Neilwe. You will tell me if someone
hurt you right?”
Words would fail me I nodded instead.
“Okay my baby I'll leave you so you can get ready. We
don't want Motlalepula to come back and come bite my
head because you were late for school.”

-
As soon as my aunt left I locked the door and undressed.
I observed the bruises on my body. Robert did his best
this time around. When I came to my aunt I was scared
for my life. I didn't know where to go. I was in so much
pain from the beating I got... Being light in skin colour
had its own challenges. It's so hot today but I will be
forced to wear a long sleeve shirt and pants because my
bruises are so visible. Every week I get new pictures of
Khumo now it's also Tidimalo. I don't know what I was
thinking calling her. It was bad enough knowing that
Khumo is in danger now it's also Tidimalo.. there's only
so much a person can take.
I put on a gown and went to get boiling water.
“Gown in this heat?”
I faked a cough.. “I think I'm going to get flu.”
She opened the cupboard and gave me cough syrup.
“Drink this you will feel way better!”
“Thank you aunty.”

TIDIMALO MARUPING

On my way from class I saw a car with tinted windows

following me. I took a different street to be a hundred
percent that the car was actually following me. I went
into a pastry shop and bought some doughnuts.
I remembered my conversation with Keneilwe and called
her immediately. Still the same. Bloody voicemail!
I sat in the shop for five minutes then I left. I felt so
much better when I didn't spot the car outside. I
relaxed.. and let out a sigh.

As I got off the taxi going home.. I saw the car again. Am
I losing my mind and seeing this car or its really here?
I opened the gate with shaky hands. I didn't want to be
here. I wanted to be in my room and never leave!
I passed a classmate by the passage “Tidi can you please
borrow me your book I need today's notes?” I didn't
answer her I locked myself in my room and tried
Keneilwe again still voicemail. “Urg just answer your
damn phone!” I called Khumo next and thank God she
answered.
“Mmata.”
“I think someone is following me!” I blurted it out
“Yeyi calm down! What's happening?”
“A car with tinted windows has been following me ever
since I left the campus.”
I could hear her laughing on the background. She
probably thinks I'm joking. “Mmata I told you to stop
watching so much action movies.. look now?”
“Khumo I'm being serious right now! Stop laughing.”
“You're serious?”
“Yes I just saw this car when I arrived home.”
“Do you think it has to do with Keneilwe?”
“Obviously! I've been trying to call her but no luck.”
“I'll try to call her now stay safe I love you.. bye.”

I didn't feel any better after talking to Khumo. I felt so

much worse. I tried sleeping but that didn't help every
time I tried closing my eyes I would see that car with
tinted windows.

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I smiled looking at the pictures Omphile had sent me. I

unlocked the door and left the key by the key holder and
sent him a message
Thanks for today I really enjoyed myself. I hope we can
do this soon
Sponsored
I really enjoyed myself. I hope we can do this soon my
treat?
As I turned I got the shock of my life. Motlalepula and
Zakhele were in our apartment drinking our coffee and
eating our cookies. “Zakhele? Mama?”
“We have been waiting for you.”
“I can see that.. but why?”
“I need to tell you something ngwanaka.” the entire time
my eyes were on Zakhele why the hell is he here?
“Mama I'm tired I need to rest I'm doing the nightshift
today.”
“I have to go back home Khumo I've been here for
almost three weeks. I need to make sure Keneilwe is
okay.”
“Okay I'm going to change I'll be back.” I knocked on
Kaitlyn's door before entering. “Did you let those people
in?”
“Yeah they've been here for a while now.. I really need to
leave now.”
“Okay.” I disappeared to my room and wore a pair of
shorts Zandile bought me and a oversized t-shirt. Before
I left I looked at myself on the mirror and for a second I
almost removed the shorts and wore leggings instead but
I remembered Yolanda telling me that I should stop
listening to the voice in my head.

I walked to the kitchen and made more coffee then went

back to the lounge. I could see Zakhele looking at my
thighs.. I pretended that I didn't see him staring.
I sat on a different couch and waited for them to tell me
why they are here.
“Khumo what I'm about to say is not easy but it's the
only way.”
“Yeah..”
“Zakhele is my boss.. well he used to be my boss.” now
that I was not expecting.
“Okay.”
“You're going to be his wife.” I spat out the coffee I had
in my mouth and looked at them both.
“What?”
“You're going to marry him.”
I put my cup down and stood up maybe I'll hear them
properly. “Who is getting married to who?”
“You will get married to him.”
I looked at him then back at my mom. Non of this made
sense. Who still arranges marriages at this time and age?
“Khumo say something.”
“No!”
“What do you mean by no?”
“I'm not getting married to anyone.”
“Unfortunately you don't have a choice Khumo.” finally
the groom decides to open his mouth.
“Yes I do I won't get married to you.”
“Then you will have to move out of this apartment and
pay back every cent I have paid at the school of fashion
SA.”
My heart stopped beating for a minute. I looked at my
mom and she looked down. “Do you really hate me that
much mama to a point where you sell me off to your
boss?”
“I'm not selling you it's a win win situation.. you get to
achieve your dreams live like a queen this is the life that
you deserve. Zakhele gets a wife.”
“Did I ask you to get me all of that this way? If I was not
going to get the bursary I would have went to a nursing
college instead.”
“You never wanted to do nursing Khumo!”
“How would you know that? You don't know what I like or
dislike!”
“I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do now.”
I looked at Zakhele and he was on his phone with no care
whatsoever. He was chilled. I dragged my feet to the
kitchen and opened a bottle of white wine and drank it
from the bottle. I didn't care that my mom and future
husband were looking. Just when I think my life is going
well...

“Do I have to move out and come and live with you?” I
looked at Zakhele
“Yes what's the point of getting married if you'll be here
and I'll be at my house?”
“What about your girlfriend what's going to happen to
her?”
“Don't worry about her she's not my girlfriend.”
“Can you two please leave..” I went to the door and
opened it wide. “Please leave...”

At work I kept on giving people wrong orders. I was a

walking zombie. How could my mom do this to me?
“Khumo why are you crying?” Sipho asked
“Huh.. I'm not crying.” I wiped away the tears and tried
to walk away.
“I can see that something is wrong with you.. you're also
not focused here at work tonight.”
“I'm sorry about that I'll do better.
It's not busy here tonight you can go home and sleep it
off.. whatever it is that's troubling you?”
“Thank you..”
Chapter twenty-three
KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I was at Dolly's waiting for Robert. She didn't even want

me in her house but she had no choice.
“Do you know when Robert will be here?” before she
could reply we heard a knock on the door.
“Come in!” a short man with a big body walked in.
Robert's men accompanied him in. I looked at Dolly and
she looked at me.
“Where is Robert?” I asked them
“He had to rush somewhere that's why this man is here.”
“To do what?” Robert's man grabbed my arm and
dragged me outside.
“That's one of Robert's oldest client. He has to be made
happy. Just make him happy life might be a little bit
easier for you.” I looked back in the house and I felt like
puking. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. I threw up on
Dolly's doorstep. It felt like someone was squeezing my
insides as I puked. When I was done I cleaned up and
went back in the room.
The man tapped his lap indicating that I should sit on his
lap. Every step I took to him felt like forever. I sat on his
lap and he moved my dress a little bit up brushed my
inner thigh and licked his black lips.
“This is not a brothel you two should find another place
to do your nonsense!”
“Are you defying Robert's orders Dolly?” another
bodyguard asked
“This is my place not Robert's!” he slapped her.. my eyes
widened. I was not the one who was slapped but I felt
my cheeks burn. They dragged her out and locked the
door. I was all alone with Mr short guy.

“Come to daddy strawberry.. come and sit here.” I sat on

his lap and he started kissing me. I just sat there
disgusted with the things I've been doing. He stopped the
kiss and looked at me I kissed him back and unzipped his
pants. I got off him and removed the dress I had on. The
look he gave me was not a pleasant one. I held his hand
and we walked to the bed I straddled him and slowly sat
on his fat dick. “Ohh yes baby!”
I went up and down on his dick but it kept on slipping out
and that would annoy him. I turned and did the reverse
cowgirl thinking that would make the situation better. He
moaned out loud as he slapped my ass cheeks. I don't
know how he did it but he flipped us over and had me in
a doggy style. I was disgusted by what I was doing but
my body was not.
“Mhmm.. yeah...” I moaned.
He thrusted in and out while rubbing my clit. I fucked
him back. I blocked everything and tried to enjoy myself.
“Yes strawberry.. ahh fuck baby.” he pulled out and
turned me around before ramming into me again.
“Ahhhh!” we both moaned
He spread my legs wider kept on going in and out while
choking me. I used my free hand to rub myself I felt my
orgasm nearing. “Faster please.. yes! Right there...”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

Ever since I got the news that I'm about to be someone's

wife I have locked myself in my room. I've missed a few
classes and work. I probably don't have a job anymore. I
felt so weak and drained must be from hunger. The only
time I left this room was to go to the bathroom only. I
have not ate anything in four days. I heard a knock on
the door “Khumo you need to leave this room at some
point. At least come and eat something...”
I ignored her and just lay on the bed thinking about
Gogo’s warnings about my mom. I really hate my life
right now!
“Khumo Evelyn said I should tell you that today you're
writing a mock test and you can't miss it.”
I heard Kaitlyn talking to Zandi “she's still refusing to
open the door?”
“Yeah.. this is not healthy.” I heard more knocking..
more like banging.
“Khumo Morapedi if you don't leave this room as soon as
I leave hell will break loose!”

My phone was off I didn't even know what time it is? Or if

Keneilwe got back to me. I got off bed and unlocked the
door then went to take a long bubble bath. Kaitlyn
always listens to music when she baths. She has this tiny
speaker box she leaves in the bathroom. I listened to the
music or the sounds.. because no one sang it was only
sounds. Earth sounds! Very soothing and relaxing. I liked
the ocean and chirping of birds more. I felt so much
better afterwards.
I wore an above the knee yellow pleated dress with
spaghetti straps. I wore white sneakers my afro was in a
low sleek bun. I looked at myself and my brown skin
paired with the yellows dress made sense.. I looked and
felt good. Zandi and Yolanda have shown me how to
dress for my body which plus-size people to follow to
boost my confidence.. make up tutorials and I'm so
grateful. I wear less covering unlike before. If I feel
comfortable and sexy in it I'm buying it! I gave myself
one last look before going out to have breakfast.
“I was about to come and drag you out of that room..”
Kaitlyn said the second I joined them at the table.
“I'm here now stop with the drama.”
“We have been worried sick about you.. you can't blame
us!” Zandi
“I know and I'm sorry for making y'all worry. I was not
feeling well.”
“When a person does not feel well they go and see a
doctor?”
“I know Kaitlyn...” I saw Zandi staring at me with a
gorgeous smile on her face. I shrugged my shoulders and
looked at her. “What?”
“I see you listen well... Look at how your melanin is
eating up that dress! You look fucken gorgeous.”
“Our black Barbie!” Kaitlyn
I looked down and smiled.

After our breakfast Zandi forced me to take pictures. I'm

not a picture person I don't know how to pose. She and
Kaitlyn would tell me how to stand where to look and
when to smile the entire time! I enjoyed it...

ZAKHELE KHOZA

I was at the hotel office waiting for Mlindo’s call. I've not
heard a thing from Khumo. She has been missing classes
and work. I had to ask one of my men to guard her place
and call if she steps out of the building. It's been four
days still nothing! I could feel my anger rising I grabbed
the stress ball and squeezed it tight. The door opened
and Mlindo walked in. “Bozza yam’ I'm back.”
“I've not heard a thing from you.”
“There's really nothing to report bozza. Sy is altyd in die
huis! No boyfriend or girlfriend.. nix.” (she's always in the
house!)
“So you found nothing interesting about my wife to be!”
“Nix bozza! Fokol!”
“Did you check her family members out?”
“Nee moet ek hulle ook ondersoek?” (no should I
investigate them as well?)
“For now don't.. I'll give you a call when I need you
Mlindo.”
I opened the drawer to put my stress ball then I took out
my secret phone and called Hammer
“Hello?”
“Hammer has the stock left?”
“We couldn't send the last batch but by midnight it will be
gone.”
“Why was it not sent with the other batch?”
“I had a tip off that there might be a raid at the airport..
didn't want mistakes.”
“Okay..”

I tried Khumo again but still nothing. This was

frustrating! Just answer your phone! I grabbed my car
keys and used the elevator to go the garage. Just as I
drove out my phone beeped indicating that I had a
message. I smiled seeing what I received. It was pictures
of Khumo wearing a yellow dress. This girl was absolutely
gorgeous. She was perfect! I've traveled the world seen
beautiful ladies.. even slept with them but there's
something about Khumo that just makes me want her
more. I don't want any guy close to her. I want her to
myself. I want to give her everything she wants and
needs.

By 20h00 I was at the club where she works. I was not

going to cause any drama. I just want to see her. From
where I was seated I saw her walk in.. fuck! The pictures
didn't do her any justice. She looked like a goddess. I sat
back and admired her from a distance. I saw her smile as
she talked with Enzo.. I should be the one making her
smile. Enzo is like me we don't fall in love.. we play the
field and enjoy ourselves. I've observed him ever since
Khumo worked here he also wants her to himself but I
won't let that happen. Not in this lifetime.

I was on my phone replying some emails when I heard

someone clear their throat. I looked up and it was her. I
smiled at her but she didn't.
“Your glass is empty so I brought you another drink.”
I nodded and looked at her for the longest time. “You're
very beautiful Khumo.”
“Thank you. Do you need anything else?”
“Only you by my side.”
“I really don't have time for this...” she turned about to
walk away I held her hand.
“How about when you're not busy I take you out for
dinner? That way we can get to know each other.”
“That won't matter because you're still forcing me to
marry you.”
I got up and stood in front of her. Her height was perfect.
She had to tilt her head a bit to be able to look me
straight in the eyes. “Dinner this coming weekend you
can pick the place? I want to know my fiance better.”
“Can I at least think about it?”
“Fair enough...” I gave her a kiss on the forehead and
left.

Chapter twenty-four
KHUMO MORAPEDI

I smiled reading the message from Zakhele

I can't wait to see you again ntomb’ enhle.

After my last chat at the club with Zakhele I gave in and

went out with him. I didn't tell Kaitlyn and Zandi who I
was going out with risky I know. We were going out
again this week and I need to find something to wear. I
don't know if I'm falling for him or I just enjoy his
company. He makes me laugh and makes me feel like
I'm the only beautiful girl in this world. Maybe getting
married to him won't be such a bad idea. There was a
knock on the door “Khumo there's a delivery for you!” I
wore my gown before going out.
“Where is it?”
“There's someone by the door waiting for you.”
“Why didn't you let the person in?” I walked to the door
and found Itsanang standing there with a cute guy.
“Mmata?”
“Surprise!”
“What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be in
Mpumalanga?”
“Are we really doing this by the door?”
“I'm sorry come in.” I introduced her to Kaitlyn and Zandi
before we went to my room. “So?”
“Mmata this is my boyfriend Tshepiso.. babe this is my
best friend Khumo.”
“Did you say boyfriend?” she shyly smiled and threw a
pillow at me.
“We decided to stop here before going home.”
“What's happening at home?”
“My sister is getting married you know I have to be
there.”
“She must be so excited?”
“Yeah.. Look Mmata we have to leave now. I just wanted
to come and see you.” we stood up and shared a hug.
“It was nice meeting you Tshepiso.”
“You too Khumo.” I gave him a hug as well before they
left.

I went to have a bath then left for college.

ZAKHELE KHOZA

I don't know who told my mom about Khumo but she

was breathing fire.
“You do realise that I'm a thirty year old who can make
his own decisions right?”
“I don't understand why so soon? I have not met this girl
but you're planning on marrying her.”
“Mfazi kaBaba I'm getting married and there's nothing
you can do. I love her and I don't want to spend more
days without her.”
“Wena in love? Imihlola!”
“Don't you want grandchildren?”
“Don't blackmail me wena Zakhele! You know I want
grandchildren.”
“How will I give you grandkids if I'm not seeing anyone?”
“I don't like this one bit Zakhele!”
“She's very lovely Mah wami. She's not from a rich family
but she's a good person I can promise you that.”
“Who would have thought that my Zakhele would fall in
love? Send me her pictures I want to see my makoti.”
“Okay. I love you Mom.”
“I love you too.”
I sent her the pictures then got ready to meet up up with
Hammer.

We were at the warehouse in Krugersdorp. I looked at

the cocaine and weed in the crates. “When is this batch
going?”
“In two days time boss. Die Kaap Stad mense soek fyf
bondels.” (the people from Cape Town want five
batches.)
“Do you trust these people Hammer I don't want to have
to deal with you?”
“They know what will happen if they try and double cross
us bozza.”
“If you trust them know that whatever happens it's on
you. I'll be leaving soon I'll leave you and Mlindo in
charge. Don't disappoint me boys.”
“Nooit ngamla!” (never my boss!)
“Okay make sure everything in here is gone before end
of this week.”
“Before you leave did you get the documents I sent you?”
“What documents?"
“The information you needed about Enzo and the
Omphile laity?”
“I'll look at it when I get home.” Mlindo walked in
wearing a suit and did a twirl. “Someone is happy?”
“You remember that big house in Port Elizabeth?”
“Yeah.”
“I managed to get us a good deal! It's all yours now.”
“Good job you know what to do.. I'm leaving now.”
“Going to the Madam?”
“Which Madam?” Hammer asked
I lightly punched his shoulder and walked out...

As I parked my car I heard loud banging sounds in my

house. I went in and found Dorothy with her friend
holding glasses of wine while dancing on the couch. I
stood there waiting for one of them to notice me. Her
friend turned and found me looking at them. She
screamed and ran past me with lightning speed.
“Dorothy?”
“Yes sir?” she looked down
“I hired you because you said you needed this job to pay
your college fees and this is how you thank me? By
bringing strangers into my home and dancing on my
couches?”
“I'm sorry Mr Khoza.”
“I thought Amahle was just being dramatic when she said
you don't do anything around the house except for
watching TV.”
“I promise it won't happen again.. please don't fire me I
need this job.” she got on her knees trying to beg me
“Get up and go pack everything that belongs to
Amahle..”
“Yes sir..”
“You must also start looking for a job. I don't keep people
I can't trust.”
“Please sir!”
“You have a month to start the job hunting.” I went to
my study to check if my books are balancing. In this
business I'm in
Sponsored
except for watching TV.”
“I promise it won't happen again.. please don't fire me I
need this job.” she got on her knees trying to beg me
“Get up and go pack everything that belongs to
Amahle..”
“Yes sir..”
“You must also start looking for a job. I don't keep people
I can't trust.”
“Please sir!”
“You have a month to start the job hunting.” I went to
my study to check if my books are balancing. In this
business I'm in you can't trust anyone fully. Once you
give people a finger they want the whole hand...

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I felt sick at school today so I had to be sent home. I

remembered these symptoms very well. I can't be
pregnant again! I looked at the calendar and I was two
weeks late. No.. no..no! This can't be happening again. I
paced around the room as I googled what to drink to
terminate a pregnancy at home. I was so shocked by
most of the results I got. Bleach? Who the hell drinks
bleach? Vinegar and baking soda?
I threw the phone on the bed and shook my head. My
second termination at sixteen? I'm really going to hell!
“Keneilwe come here!”
“I'm coming.” how I wish Motlalepula was still in
Johannesburg. “I'm supposed to be resting mama.”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
The reason I went to Joburg.
“I'm listening..”
“Your sister is about to get married!”
I was confused for five seconds then I came back to the
land of the living. “My sister as in Khumo?”
“I didn't know you had another sister?”
“Khumo has been in Joburg for like four months and
she's already getting married? Make me understand.”
“She's marrying Mr Khoza.”
I stood up and laughed like a monkey. I looked at mama
and laughed some more but she looked serious. “Bathong
Mme Morapedi you're not joking?”
“I'm being serious tlhe Keneilwe.”
“Mama what have you done?”
“I did nothing... Your sister met Mr Khoza on her own
and it was love at first sight..”
“Love at first sight then decided to get married?”
“Yes.”
“Mama I'm not stupid. That's why you left your job you
had this planned out. How could you!”
“I don't know what you're talking about.. all I know is
that your sister is about to be a rich woman.” she stood
up and went outside. I sat on the couch full of disbelief. I
clapped my hands and went back to my room Khumo will
clear things up. Her number took me straight to
voicemail. I sent her a WhatsApp text
please call me back when you see this message. We need
to talk. Like really talk!
 KHUMO MORAPEDI

Our afternoon class was cancelled so I went home to

study. I stood by the gate about to request a ride when
Evelyn and Mario walked to me.
“Are you going home already Khumo?”
“Yeah why?”
“Let's go to try out this new icecream shop.”
“Maybe next time?”
“Come on Khumo.. Mario could also give us notes on
what to expect in our test. His doing his second year..”
“Okay fine I could spare an hour.” walking a few streets
to the ice cream shop I saw a car driving slowly behind
us. I didn't pay much attention to it until we arrived at
the shop. “Did you two notice a car following us?”
“Not that I noticed. What about you Mario?”
“I didn't see anything.”
Each one of us bought different flavours of ice cream to
taste. There were so many options to choose from but we
only bought two flavours each.

After our ice cream date I had to walk back to the college
because I forgot my laptop and I prayed I would still find
it. The car with tinted windows again. I could feel my
heart pounding in my chest. I walked inside another shop
to catch a breather hoping that when I go out I won't find
the car. I exhaled out of relief when I didn't see it
anywhere. I quickly ran to where I had forgot my laptop
and thank the heavens it was still on my desk. I
requested an uber then went to the gate to wait for my
ride.
Still waiting for my ride my phone beeped and I had
missed calls from Keneilwe and a WhatsApp message. I
tried calling but I didn't have airtime. I looked at how far
my ride was it would take twenty minutes before it would
get here... I walked to the direction I came from that's
when I saw the car again. Out of panic I ran into a
different direction. I didn't know where this street would
lead me but I just ran. Ran until I twisted my ankle and
fell. I screamed out of pain. The pain was unbearable. I
tried getting up but I couldn't.. I looked at my phone and
the battery was very low. Out of all days you're going to
die on me right now?
In the midst of me trying to get up someone gave me
their hand to help me up. I reluctantly took the hand and
got up. “Thank you.” I tried walking away but he held on
tightly to my hand.
“How are you Khumo?”
“How.. how do you know my name?”
“Why were you running away from me?”
“You were the one following me why?”
“I need to send a cute message to strawberry.”
“Who is strawberry?”
“You will find out get in the car.”
“I'm not going anywhere with you!” I moved backwards
and bumped into another man.
“Do you think you can out run is with a twisted ankle?”
“Look I don't know who this strawberry is but please let
me go.”
“Get in the car... I won't repeat myself.” I did as I was
told and the second I went in someone covered my
mouth and nose with a cloth...

Chapter tweny-five
 KAITLYN PETERSON

On my way to the apartment I found Zandile pacing in

the lounge.
“Hey babe.”
“Hi.”
“Why are you pacing like this? Where's Khumo?”
“She's not home.”
“What! It's 19h00 she should be home by now.”
“I called at work and thought she's there but Sipho said
she's not working today.”
“Then where can she be? I didn't see her today at
campus I had a morning class then went to work.”
“I didn't have any classes. I called Evelyn but she said
they had ice cream then Khumo went back to fetch her
laptop.”
“This is not good. Khumo would never go anywhere
without letting us know.
She didn't tell you who her boyfriend is?”
“No.”
“Let's go and open a case we can't sit here and hope she
is okay wherever she is.”
“Let's wait for an hour if she's still not back we'll go to
the police station.”

Two hours had passed and the was still no sign of

Khumo.. we managed to open a case but it was not easy.
They think she's somewhere with her boyfriend and the
fact that we don't even know who her boyfriend is made
them doubt that she's missing.
We kept on trying her number but nothing.
“I have a bad feeling about this Zandi where could she
be?”
“I don't know babe.. I have no clue.”

KHUMO MORAPEDI

I woke up in a tiny dirty room with my hands and legs

tied. I tried screaming but I was gagged as well. I had a
headache and my throat was very dry. The door opened
and the guy from the alley walked in with his bodyguard.
“You're up sweety?” he removed the gag from my mouth.
“Where am I?”
“Don't worry soon you'll be home.”
“I don't have rich parents why am I here?”
“This is Joburg cupcake you don't have to have rich
friends to be trafficked or kidnapped.”
Swallowing my saliva was painful. “Can I please get
water? I'm thirsty.”
I was given water then another guard came in holding a
camera.
“What I'm about to do might hurt a little bit just toughen
up okay?”
Before I could reply a fist connected with my eye. I let
out a scream. Another fist to the mouth I tasted blood. I
spat out and looked at them with tears in my eyes. I
could not even shield my face because I was all tied up.

“Your sister likes it when I show her how serious I am.

This is the Only language she hears.” He held my face
with so much strength and squeezed me. It felt like my
jaw would break any second from now. “Please let me
go..” A fist to my abdomen. I whimpered and coughed.
When they noticed that I was about to pass out they
would pour me with cold water filled with ice. I had
stopped begging them from beating me up. I was waiting
to take my last breath...

The beatings had stopped I was untied and my shirt was

ripped. With my sore hands I tried holding on tight to my
shirt but I just didn't have the energy. I was pushed to a
dirty mattress. “Undress!”
I shook my head.
“You're still stubborn I see.” a slap landed on my cheek
the bra I had on ripped in half. The filming was still
happening. They got tired of my screaming they tied a
cloth around my mouth to keep me quiet. That didn't
stop me from trying to scream. He kept on fondling my
breasts and left wet kisses on my stomach. His hands
roamed all over my body until he got to my midsection.
He rubbed my thighs through the jeans I had on. His
sweaty forehead against mine as he shoved his tongue
into my mouth.
The guy who had been filming us left the room and I saw
their boss holding a needle. He injected me with it and I
was gone.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Its midnight and I couldn't fall asleep. I tried Khumo

again but I got the same results. Something must be
wrong. I tried Tidimalo and she answered after three
rings.
“Hello?”
“Hi Tidi it's Keneilwe.”
“I know what do you want at this time?”
“I'm trying to call Khumo but I can't reach her.”
“Well it's late she'll call you back in the morning.”
“I've been trying to reach her the entire day not only
now.”
“That's strange I spoke to her around 07h00 in the
morning.”
“If she calls you please tell her to call me back.”
“I will or maybe try calling one of her housemates.”
“I don't have their numbers.”
“If I hear anything I'll let you know. Bye.”

After the call with Tidi I went in Facebook and I got the
shock of my life. A Kaitlyn Peterson had posted a picture
of Khumo and asked if anyone knows her whereabouts.
That means she's missing. I ran to mama’s room and
barged in. “Mama Khumo is missing!” she was asleep I
shook her plenty times before she actually woke up.
“Keng jaanong?” (what now?)
“Mama Khumo is missing!”
“You must have had a bad dream. Go back to sleep you'll
call her tomorrow morning.” she covered her head with
the blankets.
“Mama! Can you for once take things serious? I'm telling
you that Khumo is missing and you think I was
dreaming?” I showed her the picture and post you'll call
her tomorrow morning.” she covered her head with the
blankets.
“Mama! Can you for once take things serious? I'm telling
you that Khumo is missing and you think I was
dreaming?” I showed her the picture and post that's
when she realised that I was very serious.
“She is really missing.” we heard a knock on the door I
rushed to open. It was aunty Dorris in her gown.
“Keneilwe is Khumo really missing?”
Come in aunty.
“Who is it Punkie?” she came out of her room tying her
robe and she rolled her eyes when she saw our aunt.
“I've always said you're a witch Dorris! What brings you
here at this time of the night?”
“I just heard that Khumo is missing I came to find out if
it's true.”
Mama looked at me. “Keng mama?”
“You told her before you told me?”
“I didn't hear this from Keneilwe. You're such an idiot.. I
didn't come here for a fight Motlalepula.”
“This time around I will have you arrested if you try and
pull the stunt you did weeks ago.”
“When you run to the police remember to hand yourself
in for killing my baby!”
“What!” I looked at my mom and aunt. “Kalanyana is
dead?”
My mom folded her arms and squinted her eyes as she
looked at my aunt. “I didn't kill your child wena Dorris
stop spreading lies!”
“I don't have time for this. Neilwe if you hear anything
about Khumo please tell me.” she hugged me then left. I
was still trying to process what I just heard. I didn't even
know aunty had another child besides Kalanyana. I
turned and looked at mama.
“Don't you start as well!” she disappeared into her room
and left me with so many questions.

ZAKHELE KHOZA

My ringing phone woke me up. I looked at the time and it

was 01h00 in the morning. “Hello?”
“Zakhele where is my daughter?”
I removed the phone from my ear to look at the name of
the person calling me. It was Motlalepula.
“Motlalepula do you know what time it is?” Amahle tossed
and faced another direction. I looked at her ass and
traced my fingers on her back. I was not paying much
attention to what Motlalepula was saying in the phone. I
shook my head when I remembered how crazy Amahle
got when I took her clothes to her flat. She went all crazy
and told me that there's no way she's letting me go.
Before I knew it we were in my car having sex.
“Zakhele are you there?”
“Huh?.. what were you saying?”
“Maybe you were not the right person for my daughter
Mr Khoza. I shouldn't have trusted her to be safe around
you.”
“Motlalepula what are you talking about? Just get to the
point it's late I want to sleep.”
“What kind of husband are you going to be when you
don't even know that your fiancé is missing!”
“What?” I kicked off the blankets and went downstairs to
my study. “What do you mean by Khumo is missing?”
“Her young sister showed me something from Facebook.
That coloured housemate of hers posted something.”
“How did this happen?”
“You're asking me? I'm in the village you should know!”
“Listen I'll get back to you when I find something out.” I
cut the call and logged into my Facebook account. I
searched for a Kaitlyn and I saw the post. I got angry.
While I was busy having sex my fiance needed me. I
can't believe how stupid I was. I had missed calls from
Jack the guard I had asked to keep an eye on Khumo at
the apartment. I should have had someone to follow her
around as well but I didn't want to give her more reason
to dislike me. We were starting to get along well.
I called Jack
“Hello boss.”
“Jack what's going on there?”
“I tried calling you hours ago sir.”
“That doesn't matter what's going on?”
“The madam did not come home. I overheard her
roommates talking about going to open a missing person
case at the police station.”
“When was the last time you saw her Jack?”
“This morning when she left for her classes. I went to
look at her work place but she was not there.”
“Okay fine let me make some calls I'll get back to you.”

I cut the call and called Mlindo. “Boss?”

“I need a favour from you.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to try and get a CCTV footage of surrounding
areas of Khumo’s college.”
“Okay when do you want it boss?”
“She's missing!”
“Huh?”
“I need it today.. now. Get moving!”

I rushed to my room and wore my sweat pants and a

long sleeved t-shirt then rushed out.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

The next morning I didn't go to school. There was still no

word from Khumo. I had texted Kaitlyn and told her that
Khumo is my sister. She said she would inform me if
anything comes up. I hope this has nothing to do with
Robert. I unplugged my phone from the charger then
went to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone
vibrated on the coffee table I quickly left the kitchen and
ran to pick up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hi strawberry.”
“What do you want from me Robert?”
“You know what I want from you.”
“I told you that I'm not going to let you bully me ever
again. Stay the hell away from me!”
“Are you sure about that strawberry? Think carefully...”
“I'm very sure! I know what I'm doing. All you're doing is
prostituting me off to your friends.”
He laughed. “You were already a slut my love. Right now
you're everyone's slut not only mine.”
“I hate the day I laid my eyes on you foolish man!”
“It's too late for regrets now.. I sent you a nice surprise
it's by the doorstep.”
I ran to the door and found a laptop. I looked around
before picking it up. “What kind of game are you playing
now?”
“First look at my surprise and tell me if you still stick to
your decision.”

I pressed play on the video and I dropped my phone.

No..no..no... No! Not Khumo. I looked at her badly
beaten and how she begged them to stop. How they
ripped her clothes off then the screen went black. I was
frozen on the spot. This is all my fault. My phone rang
but it was Tidimalo
“Hello?”
“Keneilwe I just got your messages. What do you mean
by Khumo is missing?”
“She was kidnapped.”
“By who?”
I kept quiet
“Keneilwe Morapedi don't tell me this is all your fault! Tell
me my friend was randomly kidnapped it has nothing to
do with you?”
“I'm sorry Tidi I...” she didn't let me finish my sentence.
“Don't sorry me Keneilwe! If anything happens to her you
will regret being alive.”
I looked at the blank screen and sent Robert a text;

Fine you win Robert! Please let my sister go. I'll do

whatever it is that you want me to do.. just let her go
and tell your men to stop following Tidimalo. I'll strip I'll
sleep with your friends just let her go please.

Chapter twenty-six
KHUMO MORAPEDI

Two weeks later

I had not been to work or campus after what happened

to me. I'm lucky they didn't have any sexual intercourse
with me. I don't think I would have healed. I couldn't go
to the police and give them a description. Now I
understood why Keneilwe didn't want to tell us their
names. I just wish I knew how she met that man.
The entire situation scared me but it was not going to
disrupt my life any further. Soon I'll be writing my exams
I need to go to all my classes and get my notes. I had to
deliver my assignment portfolio as well. I'm grateful that
I was given a few days to finish it up after they heard
what had happened to me. If I got good marks in this
portfolio and my exams I might get chosen to design
something for the Durban fashion week show.
I already had a few ideas they have to pick me!

After my bath I wore a black halterneck sleeveless top

and a black high waist jean. I wore maroon heeled boots
and a maroon doek. I now knew how to do my eyebrows
thanks to Zandi and Kaitlyn. I took my portfolio and
books then joined them for breakfast. “Good morning.”
Zandi whistled. “Damn girl! What's the occasion?”
“You look like a meal girl.” Kaitlyn
“Thank you there's no occasion just felt like looking
cute.”
“For absolutely no reason! You look absolutely stunning. I
love the dark colours.”
Kaitlyn looked at me “how are you ever since.. you
know?”
“Honestly I'm okay. The first week was hell but now over
it. I'm okay.”
“You're sure?”
“Trust me I'm okay.. there's something I need to tell you
two.”
“We're listening.”
“Me and Zakhele are engaged to be married.”
Silence
“Did you hear me?”
“Do we know this Zakhele?”
“Zakhele Khoza..”
Zandi spat her juice out and coughed while looking at
me.
“Do you know this Zakhele babes?”
She sipped in her juice before replying Kaitlyn. “Do you
remember the guy that was here with her Mom that
other day?”
“No ways! That hot hunk is yours?”
“Uhh yeah..” I looked at Zandi and she was just quiet.
“Zandi?”
“You do know that he is another version of Enzo right? I
don't know how you manage to attract these hot man
whores!”
“Wait his also a man whore?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Yes but maybe he has changed. It's been a while since I
saw him with any other girl except that Amahle.”
“Girl how did you two meet?”
“It's a long story right now I have to go to college.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

Robert found out that I was pregnanthe brought me to

his doctor to get an abortion. Going to school has been a
nightmare. I'm starting to feel lost. I don't know whether
I'm coming or going. I have not fully healed but Robert
does not care. All I am to him is a money making
machine. Tomorrow I have to spend the night with one of
his business partner from Namibia and I don't know how
I'm going to pull it off.
Every time I sleep with a new guy I feel nothing. I think
I'm starting to lose touch with reality. I don't feel bad
and dirty when I don't think much about it. I'm not even
certain that I will pass this year. If I don't pass this year
again I'm not going back. What's the point? I already
have a permanent job. I might as well focus on a job that
pays me.
I looked at the pictures Khumo had posted on WhatsApp
and she looked beautiful. I'm glad one of us will make it
in this cruel world. I have not spoken to her after what
happened. I don't know what to say to her. I can't even
ask her if they raped her.
If only I had listened to Khumo when she looked out for
me. I always thought she didn't love me she was just
jealous. Now I'm paying the price with my body.
I walked to the tree where mama was sitting with one of
the ladies from church. I greeted them and asked if I
should make them coffee.
“It's too hot for coffee Punkie make us some Oros and
bring us the scones I baked as well.”
“Okay mama.” I went to the house and brought their
refreshments and scones. I gave Mme Elena and mama
their juice. “Mama I'm going to buy airtime.”
“Okay Nana.”
Mme Elena was looking at me the entire time. She made
me feel so uncomfortable. I pulled down my top thinking
maybe it's because I'm wearing a crop top.
“Keneilwe are you fine?”
“Ee Mme Elena.”
“Are you really okay?” I nodded. “I'm not trying to scare
you ngwanaka it's just that when you gave me this juice
and our fingers touched. I felt so much sadness and pain
from you. I see so much grey skies around you.”
I swallowed hard and looked at mama hoping that she be
her usual self and put this woman in her place but she
didn't. “I'm okay Mme Elena let me go now..”
From the shop I went to see aunty Dorris instead of
going home. “Aunty?”
“I'm this side!”
I walked to where she had planted spinach and tomatoes.
The spinach looked so green and yummy. “Can I get
some before I leave?”
She laughed and threw her head back. “You want to take
my spinach so that your Mom can throw it away? I'll cook
it tomorrow then you can come and eat here.”
“Okay. Aunty why don't you and mama get along?”
“We do get along just in our own special way.”
“I'm not a child aunty you accused her of killing your
child. What child?”
“I was just in my feelings on that day Punkie.”
“Something big must have happened for you two to hate
each other.”
She looked at me and drank water. “If I may ask you
Keneilwe what's that ‘something big’ that happened
between you and Khumo that made you hate her?”
I had no words. I opened my mouth to say something
but I kept it shut! I really didn't know why I hated
Khumo.

ZANDILE MOTAUNG

I was in my room with my headphones when Kaitlyn

walked in and looked at me. I removed the headphones
and looked at her. “What?”
“You're not telling me something Zandi.”
“I'm not sure I understand what you're on about?” I sat
upright and tilted my head.
“How do you know Zakhele?”
“From the club obviously.”
“Zandi did you sleep with this Zakhele?”
“No!”
“Zandile!”
I kept quiet and lay back on the pillows. “I didn't sleep
with him I promise..”
“Tell me why you acted the way you did when Khumo
told us that she's engaged to him?”
“Maybe I was a bit jealous I don't know.” I shrugged my
shoulders
“Why would you be jealous you have a boyfriend?”
“You remember our first year at the fashion college
right?”
“Yeah..”
“I started working at the club and that's how I met my
sugar daddies.”
“Zakhele looks young to be a sugar daddy though?”
“I saw Zakhele when I served him at the club you know
before the club had the restaurant... We talked and I fell
for him. I had strong feelings. I was ready to let him be
my first but he didn't feel that way.”
“Ugh my liefie askies. You really loved him didn't you?”
“A lot! I did every stupid thing one could think of but he
didn't see me that way. I was not enough for him. One
night we went out partying with a group of friends and I
slept with his best friend instead. I thought.. actually I
don't know what I had thought. He found me and his
friend in bed and that's it.”
“I'm sorry friend don't dwell too much on this situation. If
you and Zakhele were meant to be you would have found
your ways to one another by now.”
“I know that.”
“How many girls have there been before Khumo?”
“Come on Kaitlyn I heard you the first time!”
“Let Khumo be and enjoy herself if it doesn't work out
between the two of them..” she shrugged then gave me a
kiss on the cheek and left.

I tried sleeping but I only saw Zakhele’s face when he

walked into me and his friend. I didn't tell Kaitlyn the
entire truth. I did sleep with Zakhele but only twice. He
was in love but I was only nineteen. I wanted the fast life
and he wanted to settle down.
I don't remember how me and his best friend ended up in
bed in Zakhele’s apartment. We were both shocked the
next day when we woke up both naked and used
condoms all over the room.

*Flashback*
Three years ago

Me and Musa walked into Zakhele’s apartment with our

lips locked. We kept on tripping over things in the
apartment until we made it to a room.
“Mhh Musa..”
“Yeah?”
“I want you so badly..”
“How bad? Show me baby..” I helped him out of his shirt
as he unhooked my bra. He pushed me against the wall
and wrapped one of my leg around his waist and dry
humped against me. I fiddled with my jean button to get
it off.
“Why do you wear such tight jeans?”
I shut him up with a kiss we went to the bed...

He was taking it from the back and the bed felt like it
would break. “Musa aahh.. yes... Ahh.” I found my clit
and rubbed myself. He spanked me a few times before
turning me around and put my legs on his shoulder.
“Ahhhh.” we both moaned out of enjoyment. “Faster
baby!”
He went in and out with so much force. I squeezed my
boobs he pulled out and used my juices to coat his thumb
then thrusted in again. “Fuck Zandi! Shit do that again
baby.” he gently inserted his thumb in my anus and
made circular motions.. “ahhh!..”

The following morning I had this urge to use the

bathroom. I quickly got off the bed and ran to the
bathroom. When I returned I was surprised to see Musa
naked in the bed.
“You!” we both said at once.
I looked at myself and I was naked as well. “What
happened here?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.. why are we in
Zakhele’s room?”
“No.. no... No! Don't tell me that we had sex? This can't
be happening.” I sat next to him on the bed and looked
at him. He still looked very drunk and he was just as
clueless.
“Did we use all these condoms?” I looked at him and we
both laughed. I hit him with a pillow and he got on top.
We looked at one another then kissed. I felt his semi
hard member knocking at my vaginal opening. I rubbed
him against my opening before slowly inserting him in.
“Ahhhh!”
The door opened as we still had sex. We both turned and
it was Zakhele. I could feel my heart beating on my
throat. Musa quickly pulled out stood up and looked at
Zakhele.
“It's not what you think” we both said.
He chuckled and looked at us.
“Baby I can explain let me explain.”
“Don't let me be the reason why you two stop.. I just
came to fetch something I'm leaving.”
“Baby wait...” I held his arm and he gave me a cold look
before shoving me away from him.
“You both disgust me!”
*End of flashback*

Chapter twenty-seven
ZAKHELE KHOZA

I was in my room admiring the ring I had bought for

Khumo. She's my fiancé but has no ring? Baba must be
turning in his grave. I put it in the safe before going
downstairs to pour myself water. I heard a knock on the
door. I was about to say Dorothy to get the door then
remembered that she doesn't work here anymore. “I'm
coming!”
I smiled looking at the pictures Khumo had sent me as I
opened the door. My smile vanished when I saw who was
at the door. “What do you want here?”
“Are you not going to let me in?”
“Zandile ufunani emzini wami?”
“I was hoping that we could talk.”
“Talk yok’nuka! Get out!”
“Zakhele...”
“Phuma Zandile!”
“Baby please...” she walked closer and left a few kisses
on my face then kissed me.. I was reluctant at first but I
kissed her back.
“Zandi..”
“Don't think about it.. I know you want this as well.” she
removed the coat she had on and I felt my dick twitch. I
kicked the door and held her hand to the guest
bedroom...

We removed every single clothing we had on. I looked at

her and I felt a little bit sad. I pushed her to the bed and
kissed her all over her body. “You really hurt me Zandi.. I
loved you..” I cuffed her to the bed.
“I'm really sorry Zakhele. I was young and naive.”
“It's late now for your sorries.” I pushed myself in then
pulled out again. “Your apologies mean nothing now
Zandile.” I lifted her lower body and pushed myself all
the way in.
“Zakhele please..”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing.”
“I don't take orders from you.”
“I know but...” I didn't let her finish I roughly pushed
myself in and her back arched.
“Mhmm..” her warmth around my dick was everything.
She was still good. I upped my pace as I held on tight to
her waist.
“Faster Zakhele.. yes baby.. ahh!” I saw her eyes rolling
to the back and I knew she was close. I thrusted a few
times then we both reached our peak.

Once our heart rates were back to normal I removed the

handcuffs and she massaged her hands.
“You're still a stallion baby.” I looked at her then went to
the bathroom to fetch a towel.. I cleaned her up and
went to take a quick shower. When I returned she was
still on the bed.
“Zandile it's time to leave.”
She raised her head and looked at me. “After what we
did? Zakhele please don't do this.”
“When you came here you knew why you were coming
here. I don't love you Zandi.. maybe if you had came
back into my life a year ago there would be a you and me
but not anymore.”
“I know you still love me baby. Don't do this to us. I still
love you.”
“You broke us! You didn't sleep with just anyone Musa
was my best friend. Just get up and leave Zandile.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

“Ohh strawberry you're so sweet.” Robert said leaving his

rotten cum on my tummy and face.
“Can I leave now?”
“Take your payment from under the pillow and go.”
I tried to get up but every single body part ached. I spent
the entire night at his friend's place. Just when I thought
I would go home and rest I found his men waiting for me
outside. They brought me here to Robert.. his been at it
from 08h00 in the morning it's 15h00 now.
I slowly got dressed then walked to the car. I couldn't
even sit properly in the car. The ride back home was
horrible.

I sneaked back into the house and locked my room.

“Wena Keneilwe o nagana gore o mosadi jaanong ke go
shebile!” (you think you're a grown woman now)
I kept quiet and listened to my mom throwing tantrums
by the door.
“Keneilwe open this door before I kick it open!”
I chuckled but stopped because my ribs hurt.
“Keneilwe Morapedi!”
“Mma?”
“O batla go bona mmaago monyana?” (do you want me
to show you flames?)
I ignored her and undressed. My skin was black and blue.
I had new beatings on top of the old ones. By the time I
reach thirty my body would be a scrapyard! That's if I
would still be alive by the time I reach thirty. I looked at
the door handle turn I put on my gown then opened for
her.
“Keneilwe you want to send me to my grave before my
time?”
“Mma?”
“Stop saying Mma bloody fool!”
I left her in the room to boil water to bath. She followed
me everywhere I went. I went outside to get some Aloe
to bath with. I hope it helps with my wounds.
She grabbed my gown and it opened I closed it quickly
but she had already seen the bruises.
“Keneilwe what's that?”
“Nothing.” I tried walking away but she pulled my hand.
“Who did that to you?”
“I fell at school mama.”
“How did you fall to get such bruises?”
“I fell mama eish!”

ZANDILE MOTAUNG
I looked at Zakhele and he was serious. He wanted
nothing to do with me anymore. “Zakhele I closed it
quickly but she had already seen the bruises.
“Keneilwe what's that?”
“Nothing.” I tried walking away but she pulled my hand.
“Who did that to you?”
“I fell at school mama.”
“How did you fall to get such bruises?”
“I fell mama eish!”

ZANDILE MOTAUNG

I looked at Zakhele and he was serious. He wanted

nothing to do with me anymore. “Zakhele Sthandwa
sami.. please give us a second chance?”
“A second chance to do what? You want to grate my
heart this time around?”
“No! I want to love you properly the way you deserve to
be loved.”
“I'll go and tell Jack to start the car so he can drive you
home.”
I watched him walk away and I let the tears fall. I had
lost him for good this time.
I didn't bother wearing my underwear I put on the coat
and hid my underwear in the pockets. I walked barefoot
to the car and cried silently as we left his home in
Fourways. I could see Jack looking at me through the
rearview mirror. I faced another direction and let the
tears fall..
“Ma’am are you okay?”
“I'm fine Jack... Please stop at the pharmacy I need to
get something.”
We stopped at a pharmacy and I bought morning after
pills. For a minute I thought of not drinking them maybe
when I'm pregnant Zakhele will give us another chance..
but this is Zakhele he wouldn't stay with me because I'm
carrying his child. I drank the pills then walked to the
car.

Walking into the apartment I saw Khumo sitting on the

couch and I felt like strangling her. She's the reason
Zakhele is not giving us a chance. She turned and looked
at me.
“Hey Zandi I didn't hear you come in.”
“I noticed. Is Kaitlyn home?”
“She went to buy milk and bread.”
“I see are you not working today?”
“I did the morning shift I had an afternoon class.”
I nodded and went to the kitchen to drink water. From
the kitchen I could see her smiling and giggling on her
phone. “Khumo can I ask you something and please don't
be offended?”
She stood up and walked to me. “You can ask.”
“Do you trust Zakhele? I'm not judging you or anything..”
“It's fine I understand. I don't trust anyone in this world
only myself.”
“Not even your mother?”
“When you trust people you give them a chance to hurt
you.” she shrugged her shoulders and added mixed
vegetables to the brown rice.
“You're a weird person Khumo!” she went to her room
and left her phone unlocked on the counter.. I opened
her WhatsApp and read her messages with Zakhele I
could feel something blocking my airways.
When Zakhele loves a person he loves hard no cutting
corners. I put her phone where it was and checked his
profile from my phone it was Khumo. I remember
because I took the picture when she was not looking. The
sun had kissed her face beautifully. Khumo was a
melanin queen! Everything about her was beautiful. From
her skin tone to her body. She was confident except
when it came to her body and skin colour. She was
getting better now.. she covered less and showed more
skin.
As I had my bath Khumo had tagged me on Facebook. I
looked at the post and smiled she had posted a picture of
me and her wearing matching blue shirt dresses and
sandals. Her caption was “My beautiful sexy amazing
sister from another mother. I love you Zandi I'm so
grateful you're my housemate”. My smile vanished when
I remembered what I did with Zakhele. How can I be so
jealous of Khumo? She's been nothing but a loyal friend.
Kaitlyn is not going to forgive me when she finds out that
I lied to her about Zakhele.

Chapter twenty-eight
KHUMO MORAPEDI

A week later

I was on the phone with Zakhele when Zandi came in. “I

did say I'll see you tonight what's with the drama?”
“I wouldn't be dramatic if you had moved in with me.”
I sighed. “We talked about this motho waka. Let's not
fight?”
“I'm not fighting.. I'm just saying.”
“Just saying? Baby I'll see you later bye.”
“Wait! What will you be wearing?”
“Yho Zakhele!” I smiled as if he could see me.
“Okay fine I love you..”
“I love you too.” I looked at Zandile and covered my
face.
“Someone is happy today!”
“I am very happy. To be honest I misjudged Zakhele. I
didn't think I would fall this hard for him considering how
we started our relationship.”
“I'm happy when you're happy.. so when is the
wedding?”
“Yho Zandi just wait with the wedding! I don't even have
a ring on my finger.”
“That's also something I wanted to ask how come there's
no huge diamond on that gorgeous finger when you have
a rich fiancé?”
“Let's say for now we're boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“I did say you're a weird person!” we both laughed. “Are
you going to spend the weekend at his place?”
“Yes.”
“Have fun I'm going out for a while.
Okay.”

After my shower I called Tidimalo.

“Hello?”
“Wareng Mmata?”
“I'm okay.”
“You don't sound okay.”
“I'm pregnant Khumo!”
“Huh?”
“I'm pregnant.”
“I didn't even know you have a boyfriend.”
“I wish it's a one night stand type of situation. I drank
the morning after pill but this baby must have dodged
the pill.”
“Are you keeping the baby?”
“Should I?”
“That decision can only be made by you Mmata.
Whatever decision you make I'll support you.”
“I don't think I'm ready to be someone's mother Khumo.”
“Then don't be... I wish I was the with you. Be strong
and do what's best for you.”
“How have you been since the abduction?”
“I'm fine.. one day at a time now I'm good.”
“You're not lying to me are you?”
“I would never lie to you I'm okay don't stress.”

We said our good byes then I got dressed in my dark

blue jeans and white bodysuit that had a low back V.
Went outside where I met Jack. “Hi Jack.”
“Hi Khumo are you well?”
“I'm good and you?” he took my small luggage bag and
put it in the boot.
“I'm well thanks for asking.”
“How long have you known Zakhele?”
“If I'm not mistaken I think five years.”
“That means you're used to doing this am I right?”
“I don't think I understand ma’am?”
“I'm way too young to be called ma’am Jack! I mean you
picking up his many girlfriends?”
He chuckled and looked at me through the mirror “can I
say no comment?”
We both laughed. “You're full of jokes Jack. You're loyal
to Zakhele.”
“He is a good man.. he has his faults but he has a good
heart.”
“I'll pretend to believe you.” I looked out the window the
rest of the drive to Fourways. I've never been to his
home. I always suggested that we meet at restaurants or
parks. Today is the time to see his sanctuary.

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

I stood in the middle of my big lounge and admired my

new caramel leather couches. Everything in my home
was now modern. It was more spacious I had running
water in my yard.
“You must be so proud of yourself mama.”
I looked at Keneilwe as she threw herself on my
expensive couches. “Do you know how much those
couches cost?”
“All I know is that Khumo bought these couches with her
body.”
“Wareng Keneilwe?”
“Did you not sell her to your boss? That means
everything in here belongs to her.”
“How many times must I tell you that I didn't sell Khumo!
It was a mutual agreement.”
“Keep telling that to yourself mama. Papa must be
turning in his grave.”
“I don't care if he is turning or not. I will be sleeping
comfortably on my queen size bed!”
“O moloi mama!”
I turned around and gave her a hot slap. Keneilwe has
become such a vile child. I can't control her like before.
She doesn't even care what she says to me. “I'm not
your age mate Keneilwe. I'm your mother!”
“Whatever Motlalepula.” she walked to her room and
banged the door.

Every time I tried calling Khumo she didn't answer my

calls. I bought another sim card to call her. Maybe she
can talk some sense into Keneilwe.
“Hello?”
“Khumo it's me.”
“How can I help you Mme Morapedi?”
“Today the devil has decided to use my kids to test me I
see. When a person goes to Joburg they don't come
home and visit?”
“To visit who?”
“Your family!”
“Family? I didn't know I had family.. you mean my
mother who sold me to the highest bidder?”
“I did what I did for your future. You might not see it now
but one day you will thank me.”
“If you say so mama.”
“Khumo you need to talk to Keneilwe that girl has no
manners! Ke satan ya ngwana!”
I heard her laugh “Keneilwe is your child mama.. see how
you deal with her. Nna ha ke di tsene.” (I'm not getting
involved.)
“She is still your blood one day when I'm gone she will be
all you have.”
“I hope by the time you decide to leave us I would have
started my own family.”
“Khumo!”
“Mama I have to go now.”
“Khumo?... Hello?” she hang up. Jehovah!
I put my hands on my head and looked at Keneilwe’s
door then went out to water my flowers.

ZAKHELE KHOZA

I looked at Khumo and shook my head. She's really

stubborn I don't see her forgiving her Mom any time
soon.
“Don't you dare start Zakhele please don't.”
“I was not going to say anything ndoni yamanzi.” I saw
her blush
“I saw how you shook your head when I spoke to my
mom.”
“How is it easy for you to give me a second chance but
not your mother?”
“I've given her enough chances motho waka. You don't
know how many times she has hurt me. I'm tired now.”
She spoke with a shaky voice and had tears in her eyes. I
pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “I'm sorry my
love.. I know how we handled the whole thing was
wrong. I shouldn't have forced you to marry me.”
“I wanted to stab you with something when you told me
that it's either I marry you or I pay you every cent you
have paid at the college.” she shook her head. “I was so
angry!”
“Why do you think I kept myself busy with my phone?”
“You such an idiot!”
“Your idiot.”
“My idiot..” she gave me a peck on the lips then stood up
and took our plates to the kitchen. I followed her to the
kitchen and helped her wash the dishes.
We were in my room watching ‘killing Eve’. She was
paying so much attention to everything. I used my hand
to massage her head and she let out a soft moan. “Do
you like that baby?”
“Mhmm..” from the head I went to the shoulders and her
moans were turning me on. I would move a bit
backwards do that she doesn't feel how excited Mr Khoza
was down there. She turned and looked at me with lust
in her eyes. She traced her slender finger on the tattoo
on my bicep. “What's the date for?”
“I had it when I lost my brother.”
“I'm so sorry baby..” she straddled me and gave me a
kiss. I held on tight to her waist and kissed her back. I
put my hands underneath her tank top I needed to touch
some skin. Her beautiful skin. “Mhmm.” she moaned into
my mouth as we kissed. This kiss was not rushed it was
gentle. It had love in it. She stopped and looked at me
with so much innocence.
“Are you okay sthandwa?”
She nodded and kissed me again. I rubbed her thighs up
and down seductively. Khumo removed the vest I had on
left kisses on my neck then went back to my lips.
“Khumo...”
“Yeah?” she looked at me with a smile on her face. I
picked her up and walked to the bed gently lay her on
the bed and removed her top and bra. She used her
hands to hide her boobs.
“What are you doing?”
“Uhh.. uhm nothing.”
“If you're uncomfortable you need to tell me okay?”
She nodded but with hesitation this time.
I kissed her to calm her down and get her back in the
mood. “Just relax..” I gave her twins some love. Gave
each one some tender love. She started relaxing a bit. I
tried my luck and unbuttoned her jeans. She didn't stop
me.. the jeans were like second skin on her. They fitted
her perfectly but they had to go. “Are you still okay?”
“Yes.”
We continued to kiss as I spread her pussy lips and used
my middle finger to rub her up and down she was so
wet.. I inserted a finger to open her up a bit. I could see
some discomfort on her face... “If you're not comfortable
tell me.”
She nodded. “Open those legs for daddy!” she laughed I
had her legs on my shoulders to give me easy access to
eat her out..
“Ahh.” she kept on wriggling on the bed and arching her
back. I licked sucked and rubbed her. “Baby..”
“Mhmm?” I used my fingers to make circular motions
deep inside her and she let go. “Ahhh!” I licked her clean
and watched her trying to catch her breath...
I got on top and used my mushroom head to rub her. I
knew that she was still sensitive I fondled her breasts
while rubbing her. My erection grew even bigger I
thought I would burst. I tried pushing myself in but
struggled for a while... She pushed me a bit and had
tears in her eyes. “Baby I'm sorry I know it's painful.”
“It's fine.”
“No it's not we'll try again some other day okay.”
“No! Don't stop it won't hurt any less.”
“Are you sure?” she held my member and stroked gently
“ahh Khumo..” she rubbed it against herself and tried to
insert it by herself. She would flinch but she persevered
until I was half in and half out. I kissed her to distract
her. Just a few shoves and I'll be balls in. I rubbed her
clit as I thrusted in...

Chapter twenty-nine
ZANDILE MOTAUNG

I was five seconds away from punching whomever it was

trying to break our door. I got off the bed in my
oversized t-shirt to open the door. “What!” I swallowed
once I realised who it was. “Musa?”
“Zandi.”
“What.. what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.”
“Why? We don't have any unfinished business.”
“Are we going to talk by the door as if we don't know
each other naked?”
“Just get in and stop trying to tell the entire world that I
slept with you!” I pushed him in and shook my head. He
made himself comfortable on our couches. I folded my
arms and looked at him. “Would you like some coffee or
tea Musa?”
“Coffee will be fine.. black with two teaspoons of sugar.”
I gave him his coffee and sat next to him. “So?”
“Can a dude drink his coffee first?”
“In whose house? If you want to drink your coffee in
peace go to a damn coffee shop!”
“Have you seen Zakhele ever since that time?”
“I don't want to talk about him.” I faced the TV that was
off hoping he is not here to talk about Zakhele.
“Me and him have been friends since primary school. Do
you understand? I lost a brother.”
“You're blaming me? You're unbelievable.. did I force you
to sleep with me? Huh did I hold a gun against that big
head and ask you to sleep with me Musa!”
Silence
I looked at him and he was drinking his coffee while
looking at me. I grabbed him by his shirt “don't just look
at me like that! Damn you! You of all people know that I
loved him.. I still do and now I have to see him love my
housemate.” I kept on hitting his chest but from where I
was seated it looked like he was not feeling any pain. I
stood in front of him and used my fists to hit him. “Why
are you here dammit!”
“Zandi just stop it! Stop..” he held my hands and held me
tight as I cried. “Calm down Zandi... Shhh I'm here.” I
tried to wriggle out if his strong hold but he didn't budge.
He held on tight until I calmed. “You're still a drama
queen I see.”
“I'm still waiting for you to tell me why you're here.”
“Why are you cold today? You're not seeing me for the
first time today.”
“Maybe it's because I don't want to see you anymore.”
“I see fine I'll go.”
I held his and “please don't go... please?” we kissed all
the way to my room I kicked the door shut.
He broke the kiss and removed the t-shirt I had on I
wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. I fiddled with
his belt to remove the pants. Everything was rushed.. no
time for foreplay. He had me bended over my study desk
and roughly inserted himself. We both moaned he
thrusted out only to roughly thrust in again. My nails dug
onto the table as he rammed into me. I liked how rough
he was my body needed this.
“Fuck Zandi!” he pulled my hair and went faster spread
my ass cheeks and squeezed them as he went faster...

KHUMO MORAPEDI

With my eyes closed I answered my phone. “Hello?”

Silence
“Hello?” I turned and found Zakhele looking at me I
pulled the covers over my head and laughed. I heard
sniffing on the phone. “Hello?”
“It's me Mmata.”
I panicked and sat properly on the bed. “Why are you
crying is it the baby?”
“There's no baby!”
“Did you have an abortion?”
“No!.. I... I had a miscarriage Mmata. I lost the baby.”
A tear dropped from my eye quickly wiped it off. “I'm
really sorry what happened?”
“I was running late for a test so I ran up the stairs but
missed a step and fell. During my test I felt excruciating
abdominal pains. My pants were stained with blood.”
“I can't imagine what you're going through.”
“I know I didn't want this baby at first but I was starting
to like him.. or her. I feel so empty. I'm loosing my mind!
Why me?”
I hated not being able to help her. I couldn't even give
her a hug. What do I say now? “Mmata did you talk to
Itsanang maybe she can tell you how to get through this?
I know she had an abortion but she also lost a part of her
as well.”
“I'll call her later thanks for listening I love you.”
“I love you too please take care of yourself.” when I
turned Zakhele was not in the room. I put on his robe
went downstairs and found him making coffee. I wrapped
my arms around his waist. He turned and gave me a
peck “did you sleep well?”
“Who wouldn't sleep well on a queen size bed?”
“You're such an idiot.” he poked my forehead and gave
me another peck. “You're my idiot.”

We had our breakfast at the garden but my mind was far

away. Tidimalo was our backbone. She's the strongest of
the three of us. Hearing her crying just broke me down.
“Baby?”
I snapped out of it and looked at Zakhele. “Where you
saying something?”
“Where is your mind at sunshine?”
I couldn't hold it in I burst into tears.
“Hey.. hey what's wrong now?”
“She lost her baby! Why.. why did this happen to her?”
“Who lost her baby?”
“My best friend Tidimalo. She had a miscarriage.”
“Ohh sthandwa sthandwa come here... Woza la muntu
wam’.”
“How do you comfort someone who is going through
something like this?”
He held me as I sobbed. “One day at a time. You took
one day at a time when you were abducted. You're much
better now.”
“We have something else to talk about.”
“I'm listening.”
“Zakhele we didn't use protection last night. Not only do I
not want to fall pregnant I don't want any sicknesses as
well.”
“Sicknesses?”
“Let's be honest you have a reputation with changing
girls like socks. We should have had blood tests first to
see if we're both healthy.”
“You don't trust me in other words?”
“I don't trust anyone my love. No one!”
“Then what are we doing? Just pushing time?”
“No” I tried touching him but he moved backwards.
“Baby?”
“What's a relationship without trust? I get the testing
part I really do. We should've had those tests. What I
don't get is the trust part.”
“Trusting people has brought me nothing but pain. I don't
want to get hurt again.”
“Khumo I told you that we don't have to get married
anymore. I asked that you give me a chance to ask you
out and you did. I gave you the opportunity to choose if
you want me or not didn't I?”
“You did and I don't regret choosing you.”
“I think you don't know what you want. I apologized for
everything that I did. I was still going to continue paying
your fees and the apartment even if you didn't choose
me. But you did now you don't trust me?”
“Zakhele please let's not fight. I know what I want and
that person is you.”
“To avoid a fight I think I should take you home. I don't
want us to have a huge fight. I'll give you space to think
about what you want.”
“Wow!” I went inside to his room and had a shower.
Space?
Minutes later I got out of the bathroom and he was on
the bed holding his laptop. I wore leggings and a light
sweater. “I'm done is Jack ready?”
“Are you angry?”
“I'll be downstairs.” he locked the door to stop me from
going. “Zakhele please move.”
“No.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I don't understand why you're angry?”
“I should be happy that you broke up with me? Wa
tsenwa!”
“Angi tsenwe lutho! I didn't break up with you. I'm giving
you space to make a decision.”
“In the meantime while I make my decision someone will
be warming the other side of the bed?”
He held me tight and rested his chin on the top of my
head. “I won't do that to us come let me take you back
to the apartment.”

We shared a kiss before leaving. I hope this was not a

goodbye kiss.

ZANDILE MOTAUNG

He gave me a few thrusts then we both exploded. I felt

his hot cum deep inside me I was at peace. “Were you
trying to kill me Musa?”
“That's the only language you understand.” I moved
closer and lay my head on his chest I could feel how his
heart beat and it was music to my ears. He moved the
braids from my face while looking at me. I knew he
wanted to say something serious I was too tired to have
such conversations.
“Zandi we can't keep on doing what we're doing. It's not
healthy.”
“If you want to leave just leave.” I faced the other side
and folded my arms. He had his arms around me kept on
brushing my arms while going lower until he reached my
pussy lips. He spread them and rubbed my clit I tried to
close my thighs but the feeling was so good I opened
them a bit more to give him more access.
“Do you see what I mean?” I grinded on his fingers that
were buried deeply inside. I held his semi hard member
and stroked him. “Zandi.. Ahh...”

We had a quick shower and got dressed. We couldn't

keep our hands to ourselves. “If you don't stop looking at
me with those eyes I'll bend you over this couch.”
“Maybe I want to be bended over a couch.” I pushed him
onto the couch and straddled him “why can't I say no to
you?”
“Our bodies know each other. It's hard to resist.” his
hands roamed all over my back.. he removed my t-shirt
before I knew it I was on the couch with him thrusting in
me. I held on to his waist and grinded from underneath. I
wanted more of him. “Musa please..”
“What do you want baby?”
“I need you to go faster! I'm close please...”
Instead he slowed down more and looked at me with the
most sexiest smirk ever. I wrapped my legs around him
that's when he upped his pace. “Ahh yes! More please...”

We were still getting dressed when the door opened. I

came face to face with Zakhele. Khumo turned and
looked at me and Musa then at Zakhele. “Do you guys all
know each other?”
“No! Yes!” we all said at once
“Okay is it no or is it yes?”
“We do know each other babe” Zakhele answered her. He
looked at her with adoration then held her hand. I
swallowed painfully while looking at Musa.
Khumo was staring at Musa I cleared my throat then
introduced them to one another.
“It was nice to meet you Musa Babe let's go put these in
my room and give them space.”

Thirty
ZAKHELE KHOZA

A year later

I looked at my gorgeous wife sleeping I removed a few

braids from her face and snapped a few pictures. She
moved a bit and the covers fell of. Her nightdress had
only covered her upper body. I caressed her smooth
chocolate thigh while staring at her. She opened her eyes
and found me looking at her. “Zakhele yho! You look like
a creep tlhe.”
“You look so pretty when you're asleep.”
“I don't sleep with my mouth opened?”
“If you did I would always put something in your mouth.”
“Wow! So much for loving me?”
I held her hand to make her touch my erection. “Baby
help me out please.. just feel how hard I am... Help
indoda yakho out.”
“I'm going to be late for my test if I don't get up now.”
she tried to leave but I got on top of her and left kisses
on the crook of her neck. “You still have time motho
waka I'll be quick.” I removed her underwear and used
my thumb to rub her.
“Baby...”
“I'll be quick. In and out before you know it.”
“Mhmm.. mhmm.” she opened up her legs wider I slowly
inserted myself in thrusted halfway in and pulled out
again. I did that a few times to get her wet. “Baby?”
“Sthandwa sami?”
“Stop teasing me.. tsenya tlhe.”
“I thought you're going to be late?”
She had her upper body slightly up and balanced on her
hands. “Khoza don't tease me tlhe.”
I rammed into her and she let out a loud moan. I pushed
her back on the bed and wrapped her legs around my
waist. I held on tight to her while I touched her inner
walls. “Mhmm... Aah.” her moans were a melody to my
ears. I rubbed her bean a few times while I gave her
deep strokes. A few strokes on the left and right before
moving my waist in a circular motion. She held on tight
to my biceps and knew that she was close...
“Faster Zak!” I upped my pace while giving each of her
twins some love. She arched her back then let go I
continued to thrust chasing my own orgasm. How her
walls clasped my dick once we both got our climax. I
stayed buried in her for a few seconds before pulling out.
“Baby..” she whimpered as I did that.
I came from the bathroom with a warm towel and wiped
her clean then myself.
“Good morning princess.” I gave her a long kiss.
“Good morning monna waka” she had a smile on her
face.

I watched her walk naked to the bathroom...

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

In my room I removed a little sachet from under my

mattress. I made sure the door was locked before
emptying the white powder onto a book and rolled a
paper to inhale the powder. Once I was done I lay down
in the floor and the room just spun around. I held on
tight to the mat until the room stopped spinning. I
crawled to the other side of my bed to see if I still had
enough cocaine. I found nothing. I immediately got up to
search the other side still nothing... No..no.. no... How
did I run out of the only thing that made me feel good. I
called Robert's friend and he only answered on the fourth
ring. “Hello?”
“Carlos I need another fix!”
“Strawberry?”
“Yes it's me! Can you help me out? I really need my fix.”
“I told you to not depend on the drugs you see now you
want to get me into trouble.”
“No I won't tell anyone I promise. Just help me please.” I
scratched my head and it felt like there were bees in my
brain. Something was buzzing inside. I hit my head a few
times thinking that would help. The buzzing worsened I
paced around the room forgetting that Carlos was still on
the phone.
“Strawberry are you still there?”
“Yes yes... Can you help?”
“This is the last time I'm helping you out. I don't have
powder right now but I have the rainbow pills. They're
much stronger though.”
“Perfect! It's late now I'll see you tomorrow.”
“What about school?”
“As soon as I'm done writing my maths test I'll make a
plan to come and see you.”
“This is the last time I'm helping you!”
“How about I offer you a deal?”
“I'm listening.”
“I'll continue to sleep with you without Robert knowing.
We'll keep it on the low. I enjoyed our time together the
last time didn't you?”
I heard him sigh “fine! We have a deal.”
“I'll wear that underwear that you like a lot.”
“I have a better plan.”
“I'm listening..”
“Take a video of you playing with your kitty and let me
see if I like what you're doing.”
“Okay.”

Once the buzzing had stopped I did my homework and

worked on my speech. I hate speeches! I saw the curtain
sway. I checked the window but it was closed. I didn't
understand how a curtain could sway while the window
was closed. I continued with my homework.

ZANDILE MOTAUNG
I read the email from House of Perez and they didn't like
my portfolio. Things were so much better when I was still
at the school of fashion now that I have graduated things
are not going well. At least I still had my job at the club
but I can't work here forever. This is not how I had my
life planned out. I want to design and make people feel
good. I know I can do it but I still can't find any fashion
house to do my internship at or even shadow. Kaitlyn
was lucky to have worked at Donatella they offered
internships and now she was one of their junior
designers. Everyone's life was moving forward and I was
going backwards! Ohh how my mom couldn't wait to say
I told you so! She rubbed it in how she told me to do law.
I don't like law!

During the day the club was not that busy I asked Sipho
to do a double shift. I was not looking forward to head
home. We have a new housemate and she's boring with a
capital letter B!
From upstairs I saw Khumo walking in wearing a
gorgeous off the shoulder mini dress. Her wardrobe has
changed ever since she got married. Her fashion sense
has always been great but because of not being
comfortable with her body she didn't dress up much. Now
she's showing everyone that she's a fashion designer
student.
I waited for her outside the change rooms “hey Khumo.”
“Zandi hello.” we hugged and I stared at her. “Zandi are
you okay?”
“Yeah just admiring you. Your skin is popping!”
“Thank you how did it go at House of Perez?”
“Waste of time! They didn't like my portfolio.”
“Sorry my love.” she gave me a hug. “Something will
come up and Kaitlyn did say she will try and hook you up
at Donatella.”
“I guess you're right.”
“Okay let me go then.”
“Khumo wait!”
She stopped and looked at me. “Yeah?”
“I thought by now you would have left your job what are
you still doing here?”
“I'm working.”
“I know that but you don't have to. I mean you're Mrs
Khoza.”
“Well Mrs Khoza enjoys working here. I get to meet new
people new personalities and I use that to help me create
my portfolios.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Sometimes someone would walk in wearing
something absolutely fabulous and I would try to
incorporate what they're wearing with my style.”
“Now I see why you're the favourite at the college.” we
laughed
“Not really there's new students and there's a Katarina
she's good. She once had an opportunity to design a red
carpet dress for Jessica Nkosi.”
“You lie!”
“I wish I was. She showed me her previous portfolios and
I'm glad I'm in my second year.”
“She's that good?”
“Very I heard her telling her friends that another celebrity
asked her to design and make her wedding dress.”
“Unamanga wena!”
“She's going places.”
“Lucky her.”
“Your time will come Zandi I have to go now.”

I looked at her go to the restaurant. She looks happy. I

went back downstairs and thought about what Khumo
said. Maybe I'll try her strategy of incorporating the style
of the people I see here with my style.

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

I had just gotten back from delivering a birthday cake

when I found the kitchen looking like a pigsty. I threw
my bag on the floor and looked around. This can't be my
house. I went out then returned back in the house indeed
it was mine. “Keneilwe?” I went to her door and knocked
until my knuckles hurt. “Keneilwe?” I went outside to
knock on her window still no answer. I can't deal with
this child. She's never home when she is she turns my
house into a dustbin.

I changed into other clothes and started cleaning while

cooking. She doesn't even cook! My phone rang in my
room I wiped my hands clean then ran to my room.
“Motlalepula Morapedi speaking hello?”
“Hello it's Joice we spoke yesterday about my daughter's
baby shower?”
“Oh yes I remember.”
“I've decided to have a three tiered cake instead of one
big cake. My other daughter is pregnant as well.”
“Okay what flavours would you like?” I looked for my
diary and listened to her.
“Carrot cake chocolate and vanilla.”
“Can I add caramel into the chocolate sponge?”
“Oh yes!”
“Call me if you want anything else.” I hung up with a
smile.

I've always been a good baker since I stopped working I

needed something to keep me busy. I didn't know people
could make money from selling cakes. Best decision I've
made in my life. One day when Zakhele decides to stop
sending me money I won't struggle.

I sang happily while frying the mince. I smiled

remembering how Joseph used to like his mince spicy.
Keneilwe’s door opened when she came out she looked
like a stray cat! “Keneilwe?”
“Keng mama?”
“What's happening with you my baby why do you look
like someone who has given up on life and living?”
“Don't you think it's late to be the caring mother now?”
“I'm trying please meet me halfway... I know I was never
a good mother to you and Khumo but I'm trying now.”
“It's too late now. Even Khumo is happy. The only good
thing you did is forcing her to get married to Zakhele. At
least she's happy.” she opened my pots and tasted the
mash potatoes. “Not bad why are you cooking dad's
favourite dish today?”
“No reason at all.”
“If you say so I'm going to Aunty Dorris.”
“Dinner is almost ready!”
“I'll eat at her house.”
“Keneilwe...”
“Bye mom.”
Chapter thirty-one
KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

I didn't have any classes and I asked for a day off at

work. Zakhele’s half-sister was visiting us today. I had to
try and clean this place. I don't understand why Zakhele
thought it was right to have a five bedroomed house.
We've been looking for someone to hire but I was not
okay with the idea of another woman cleaning my home.
I should be able to keep my own home clean. The
doorbell rang and I made my way to the door I found a
delivery man holding a huge bouquet of pink roses and a
gift bag. “Hello?”
“I'm looking for a Mrs Khoza?”
“I am Mrs Khoza.”
“Please sign here for me ma’am..” after signing he gave
me the flowers and gift bag. I kicked the door closed and
smiled reading the card inside the flowers
I hope you have a beautiful day my gorgeous wife. These
roses reminded me of you and I decided to buy them. I
love you ndoni yamanzi...

I looked inside the gift bag and I found a sexy lace

lingerie in a brown fudge colour. The card that
accompanied the lingerie read
Please wear me...

I looked around for my phone and it was on the dining

table I called him.. “owami?”
“Motho waka.”
“Did you get your gift?”
“I love you.”
“Nami ngi yak’thanda caramel sauce.”
“What if the lingerie doesn't fit?”
“Ah ah Ah! Are you trying to say I don't know my own
wife's size?”
“I didn't say that!”
“Baby I'll call you later I have to attend a conference call
now. Ke a go rata.”
“Nami ngi yak’thanda...”
I smelled the roses one more time before putting them in
a vase. The doorbell rang again I didn't expect to see
Zakhele holding a paper bag from Joe's Burger Hub.
“Zak?”
“Muntu wami.” he pulled me in for a kiss.
“Are you not supposed to be at work on a conference
call?”
“I lied about the conference call but I needed a file here..
perfect excuse to see my wife.”
“If you were working for someone you would have been
fired.”
“Thank the heavens I'm not. I brought you lunch.”
“Thanks.” I stood on my toes and gave him a few kisses.
“I love you Zakhele Khoza.” I unbuckled his belt and
snuck my hand into his pants. “Do you think your boss
will mind if you steal five minutes?”
“What did you have in mind?”
I held his hand and led him to the couch. “I want you to
bend me over this couch and take it from the back!” I
stripped and arched my back on the couch. I heard him
hiss.
“Fuck! When did you become this naughty?” he spanked
me on each side while he used his dick head to rub me. I
let out a moan and pushed myself into him. “Patience
baby.”
“I don't have any patience!” I had my forehead against
the armrest then he pushed himself in. “Yes!”
He went in hard and fast!..

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

Keneilwe didn't sleep at home last night again. I

swallowed my pride and walked to Dorris house. I saw
her watering her flowers. I cleared my throat she turned
and raised a brow when she saw me. “O batlang
Motlalepula?”
“I'm not here to fight.”
“You can't even fight. How can I help you?”
“I'm looking for Keneilwe.”
“She's obviously at school! Has old age finally caught up
with you?”
“This is not the time for jokes Dorris.”
She looked at me and noticed how serious I was. “Why
are you looking for her here? You said she must not come
here ke moloi remember?”
“We both know how stubborn she is I know she would
come here even after I told her not to.”
“I have not seen her in over a week.
But she said she was coming here last night.. said she
will have dinner with you.”
“Why would you let a girl child roam around at night by
herself? Kgante o ntse jaang Motlalepula!” (what kind of
person are you Motlalepula!)
“Stop shouting! How was I supposed to know that she's
been lying when she said she's coming here?”
“O mpaletse nnake. O padile!” (I can't deal with you baby
sis. You're too much!)
“I didn't come here to be judged by you Dorris I'll go and
wait for her at home.”
“Tsamaya motho was modimo. Call me when you find
her.”
I nodded and left.

Is this my punishment for being a cruel mother to

Khumo? Is Keneilwe my downfall because of how I also
treated Dorris? I don't want to lose her. Please let her be
safe wherever she is.

It was now 16h00 and there was still no sign of Neilwe.

Where are you my baby? I tried calling Khumo but as
usual it just rang. A few minutes later I saw the gate
opening I stood up to look and I saw Keneilwe walking in
half naked. “Oh ntate modimo!” I had my hands above
my head. She couldn't even walk straight. I ran to her
and held her close. “Neilwe ngwanaka!”
“Mme Morapedi!” she smelled like a shebeen.
“O tswa kae Keneilwe?”
“Mhmm.. mhmm!”
I struggled to get her onto the bed but managed. I wiped
the sweat on my forehead and looked at her snoring on
the bed. “Where did I go wrong with you Punkie?”
Before leaving her room I noticed some bruises on her
face and stomach. I put a glass of water and painkillers
on her dressing table then left.

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA
I took a nap after Zakhele had left. Waking up I found a
missed call from my mom. I wonder what she wants now.
I called her back. “Khumo ngwanaka.”
“Mma?”
“I tried calling you but you didn't answer.”
“I was sleeping.”
“Something is wrong with Keneilwe.”
“Like what?”
“I don't know but she's not herself. I know she has
always been a naughty child but now she has become
worse. She missed school today and returned only now
with bruises all over her body.”
“Did you ask her where she's from?”
“I did but she was so drunk I had to go and pick her up
by the gate! This is not the first time I see her with
bruises. The first time she said she fell at school.”
“I don't know how to help you mama she's not answering
my calls when I call.”
“Please try harder.. I've already lost you I don't want to
lose another daughter.”
I hung up and sat on the bed in the guest bedroom
Phiwokuhle Phiwokuhle would sleep in. I've never heard
my mom sound so broken in my entire life. I tried calling
Keneilwe but it went straight to voicemail. I hope she's
not back to her old self I don't want to be abducted
again.

There was no way I would finish cleaning this entire

house alone. I put on clean sheets on the bed opened the
windows to let in some air. I kneeled down to clean under
the bed but an earring caught my eye next to the bed.
Zakhele doesn't wear any earrings I looked closer and it
looked so familiar but I don't remember where I saw it. I
left it on the bed and cleaned underneath I used a broom
to push everything out. A bracelet and another earring
came out.
I looked at the earrings and bracelet closely and
chuckled. The bracelet had the ZM initials. Why would
Zandi come here?
I finished cleaning then went to take a bath I'm finding
out the truth today. I wore my green with white dots sun
dress and white sandal heels. I tied up my afro grabbed
my sling bag and phone then went downstairs. Jack had
just finished washing the car.
“Can you please drop me off at the apartment?”
“Okay ma’am.”
I didn't wait for him to open the door for me.
“Are you okay ma’am?”
“Just drive Jack!”

I still had my own key to the apartment I unlocked and it

looked like no one was home. “Kaitlyn? Hello?”
I took out the bracelet and earrings then placed them on
the coffee table. I sat down and waited for her. I looked
at the time and knew that I won't have time to cook. I
called Amara’s and asked them to deliver some lasagna
roasted garlic chicken and vegetables.. I'll make the
salad at home.
The door opened and Kaitlyn walked in “Khumo?”
“Hey you.” I stood up and met her by the door gave her
a hug. “How are you sweety?”
“I'm okay and tired. How's married life treating you?”
“Very good! When is Zandi coming home?”
“She should be here any minute now.. let me go get
comfortable quickly then I'll join you.”
Kaitlyn came with two glasses and a bottle of white wine.
“Wine?”
“Please..”
We were having our second glass when Zandi announced
her presence. “I could also use a glass right now! Hey
Khumo.” she kissed me on the cheek and threw herself
on the couch.
Kaitlyn noticed the earrings and bracelet on the table she
picked them up and observed them. “Zandi are these not
the things I had bought you last year? I thought you said
you lost them?”
The entire time I looked at Zandi I wanted to see her
facial expression. She sipped her wine before looking..
she choked once she noticed that the jewelry belonged to
her... “Yeah it's mine where did you find it?” she looked
at me and I looked at her.
“I found them on the table next to Khumo.”
I looked at the time then stood up “ladies it was nice to
see y'all. I have to go now I have a visitor coming”. I
hugged them both and left.

Chapter thirty-two
ZANDILE MOTAUNG

I looked at the bracelet I thought I had lost. Out of all

the places it could have fallen it had to be at Zakhele’s
place. He is going to think I left it there on purpose. I
looked at the phone debating whether to call Khumo or
not. What will I even say? Hey Khumo sorry for sleeping
with your husband..
“What!”
“Kaitlyn I didn't see you there..”
“Repeat what you just said.”
“Huh? I didn't say anything.”
“Zandile Motaung!”
“I can explain.. please listen I can really explain.”
“Out of all the men it had to be with him! Him?”
“Kaitlyn please...”
“You know I don't care who you sleep with but we don't
do what you just did.” she furiously walked out I followed
her.
“Please listen to my side.”
“I'm listening.”
“Let's sit down please?”
“Fine.”
“I didn't mean to sleep with him it just happened. I
thought we still had a chance. When I went there I
wasn't thinking about anyone else besides me. I went
there to get my man back instead I made things worse.”
“You have lost me now... What do you mean by still had
a chance? What are you not telling me?”
“Zakhele is my ex.”
“Wat!” she stood up and looked at me with disbelief.
“Your ex?”
“He wanted to settle down but you know me I wanted the
party life! I was not ready to settle down. I hurt him
badly.”
“What did you do?”
“I slept with his best friend Musa..”
“Goeie hemel!” (good heavens!)
“I know I messed up okay! I know. But it's not like I
forced him to sleep with me he is a grown man. He
should've stopped things from going any further but he
didn't.”
She stood up and laughed then looked at me. “I can't
believe you right now. I don't care about him right now I
care about Khumo! She didn't deserve your betrayal. She
took you as her sister don't sit there and try to act like a
victim. You went there knowing very well what you
wanted you slept with him knowing very well that he
belongs to someone. Don't you dare!”
“I was just trying to make you see things from my side.”
“You have always liked using the victim card Zandi. You
never take responsibility for any part you play in hurting
people.”
“But Kaitlyn...”
“Don't but Kaitlyn me! You're a slut and you'll always be
one. Grow the fuck up before you're forty single and
miserable with no friend because you can't keep your
legs closed!”
“That's not fair I've changed!”
“Keep lying to yourself...” she slammed the door on her
way out.

It's been hours since Kaitlyn left and I couldn't get what
she said out of my head. Do I really like playing the
victim?
I tried my luck and called Zakhele I had no idea if the
was going to answer..
“Hello?”
“Please don't hang up it's me Zandi.”
“Ufunani?”
“We need to talk urgently.”
“There's nothing to talk about Zandile. I'm a married man
now please don't bring me drama.”
“Your marriage might be in jeopardy please I just need
five minutes.”
“Fine I'll send Jack to bring you to me. I'm at the hotel.”
“Okay.”

I had a quick shower wore a black figure hugging dress

black stilettos and fixed my lipstick. Why am I even
trying to look beautiful for a married man?
My phone beeped it was Jack telling me that he was
downstairs.

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I watched Carlos walking around with his member

dangling between his thighs. I lie on my tummy and
sniffed the cocaine. It went straight to my head. I was so
much lighter he came back holding two bottles of water.
“Have some water.”
“Thanks.”
He sniffed what was left from the cocaine and got on top
of me. “I can't get enough of this pussy strawberry.”
“It's all yours baby do whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm..”
I saw the door open and another man walked in.
“Carlos.. someone.”
He didn't stop he thrusted in harder while spreading my
thighs further apart. My focus was on the other guy who
was getting undressed and walking to us.
“Baby what's happening?”
“Just relax and have fun.” he gave more more coke I
sniffed but this batch was much stronger. I felt
lightheaded and started seeing double...
I looked around and Carlos was crushing the rainbow pill
while his friend was having his way with my body.. my
head still hurt everything was blurry. I tried speaking but
it felt like my tongue had doubled in size everything was
heavy. I could not lift my head. All I saw was this
stranger moving up and down on top of me. He was
hitting all the right corners. “Fas.. faster... Ahh.” Carlos
got up from where he was and lifted me up a bit and
inserted himself in the anal. With the little energy that I
had I screamed. There was no way I could not feel that
pain. My entire body was on fire. I didn't know what to
do or touch to feel better.
Carlos looked like a raging bull his eyes were bloodshot
red. I pleaded with him to stop but he didn't. I was no
longer enjoying myself I was in pain... I let the tears fall
and prayed they stop. I blocked everything that was
happening and pretented to be at a place that had life a
place that was blossoming. I was happy there. I was with
Khumo and I was normal teenager. We were both happy
and laughing. I would give anything to be in that place.
“Oh yeah... Strawberry mhmm.” they splashed their cum
all over me and I did nothing. I could do nothing I just
lay there feeling the pain.
His friend got dressed then left I looked at the empty
space and said nothing.

ZAKHELE KHOZA

I looked at Zandi walking in wearing her short dress. I

chuckled and shook my head. I should be aroused right
now but I'm not. I got up from my chair and closed the
door. “How can I help you Zandile?”
“Has Khumo not said anything to you?”
“Was she supposed to say something?”
“She knows about us.”
“From where I was sitting I tried to keep my cool.
“There's no us Zandile.”
“You know what I mean! She found a pair of my earrings
and bracelet under the bed. She put one and one
together.. she was at the apartment last week and left
them on the coffee table.”
“How did your earrings get under the bed? Are they not
supposed to be on your ears?”
“I also don't know Zakhele! I was so afraid when I saw
them. I knew that there was no way out.”
“You're saying a week ago how come she has not said
anything?”
“I don't know but I needed to tell you. She's way too
calm.”
“You must always leave a mess wherever you go don't
you Zandile?”
“Yeyi don't put the blame on me! We slept together I
didn't put a gun on your head and..”
“Fine! I get it.. we both knew what we were doing on that
day. I can't believe something that happened a year ago
is about to disrupt my peaceful life.”
“You really love her don't you?”
I looked at her then stood up and sat on my desk. “We're
not friends don't ask me about my personal life.”
“Why are you like this we used to be so close?”
“We were highlight the ‘were’ right now I wish I didn't let
you into my space and be weak.”
She stood between my legs and moved closer “at least
tell me that you enjoyed yourself?” she brushed my thigh
while looking into my eyes.
“That doesn't matter it was a year ago.”
“It matters to me.. please don't shut me out.” her lips
were so close I could see the red lipstick smeared onto
my lips if she moves any closer. I could see her swallow
and how her chest went up and down. “Zandile I can see
what you're trying to do it won't work.” I pushed her
from me and went to the window and just stared outside.
“Zakhele why can't you give us one more chance?”
“What about Musa? Why don't you date him instead? He
loves you.”
“I don't love him I want you.”
“You don't love me Zandile you think you do but you
don't. You broke us remember? I was prepared to do
anything for you.”
“I was still young Zakhele! I was not ready for what you
wanted don't you get it?”
“I knew that you were young I knew that. I was not
asking you to marry me or give me children. I was not
planning on turning you into a housewife. All I wanted
was you to myself. Me and you against the world.”
“Let's try again?”
“I'm happy with Khumo. She's all I need and I'm grateful
that you hurt me back then otherwise I wouldn't have
met the love of my life. You need to leave now Zandile.”
Before she could say anything the door opened Khumo
walked in. She looked at me and Zandile. “Hello Zandile.”
“Hi I was just leaving.”
“No don't leave on my account.” she walked to me and
gave me a peck. “You forgot this file at home and I
brought you lunch.”
“Thank you baby.”
“Let me go my ride is here."
“Are you not having lunch with me?”
“Unfortunately I can't but Zandile is here you can ask her
to join you.” she gave me another kiss and left. This was
not good!

Chapter thirty-three
KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

I was at a new club in Braamfontein having drinks. At

least no one knew me here. I could drink all I want. My
phone has been ringing ever since I left Zakhele at the
hotel. I put it on silent and continued to enjoy my wine.
Minutes later I saw someone standing in front of me I
looked up but I didn't know the person. “Can I help you
sir?”
“I was hoping to join you if you don't mind.”
“I'm a married woman.”
“I just want to sit you don't have to talk to me.”
“Okay fine you can sit. Don't annoy me though.”
“I promise.”
I remembered that Zakhele once have me his card to
spoil myself I looked at Mr stranger and he looked like he
was going through the most as well I cleared my throat
and coughed. He turned and looked at me. “Would you
like a drink it's on me?”
“If it's on you I'll take it.”
We ordered a bottle of whiskey and some cigars I hope
he knows how to smoke the cigars. We looked at each
other and laughed holding the cigars.
“Do you know how to light this thing?”
He had a nice laugh “I thought you knew how.”
“What's your name? I can't keep on calling you Mr
stranger..”
“Raphael Khoza..”
I couldn't believe it. Another Khoza? “I'm Khumo Khoza.”
“Nice to meet you Mrs Khoza.”

An hour later I laughed at a drunk Raphael. He was

trying to teach me how to dance but he was such a bad
dancer. “Just stop it Raphael you can't dance.”
“How about you show me how to dance then?”
“I'm not going to embarass myself. I know that I can't
dance.”
He pulled me up and I landed on his chest we stared at
one another for a while but I quickly stopped us from
doing anything we would regret the next day. “I think it's
time I head home now I had fun thanks.”
“Thanks for the expensive whiskey and cigars we didn't
smoke or drink.”
“Whatever!”
I waited for a few minutes before the ride I requested
arrived. I paid for our drinks then left.
I thought I was okay but finding Zandile and my husband
in his office made me mad. I was willing to let go of the
jewelry issue and just move past that issue.. but seeing
them just made me realise that I'm not okay. These two
lied to me. I was a fool and they played me well. They
didn't know each other from the club only they've seen
each other naked. I wiped my tears while looking at the
pictures of me and Zandile. She was busy asking me
about trust because she knew what she did now it made
sense why she always wanted to know about my
relationship with Zakhele.
The car stopped moving I looked out the window and
realised that I was home I paid him without looking how
much I was giving him.
“Excuse me ma'am you paid double.”
“Oh sorry I forgot.” I took the money and opened the
small gate. I noticed that there was another car I was not
familiar with I asked Jack who the car belongs to but he
shrugged his shoulders.
I walked in and Phiwokuhle was cooking in the kitchen.
“Hey Phiwo.”
“Hey my brother was looking for you.”
“Is he here?”
“No we spoke on the phone.”
“I see. There's a car outside who does it belong to?”
“It belongs to...” before she could finish her sentence
Zakhele’s Mom came down the stairs holding a glass of
water.
“Makoti wami!”
“Hello mummy I didn't know you're coming.”
“I had a meeting this side and decided to come and see
my children. Unjani ngani yami?”
“I'm okay mummy.”
“Your eyes tell a different story you look like someone
who was crying.”
“Me? I'm really okay.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything if it's that
son of mine tell me so that I can deal with him!”
“Are you sleeping over?”
“Yes.”
“I'll go and fix the room you'll be sleeping in.” I went up
the stairs to our room and locked myself in.
 KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I had on two thick blankets but I still shivered. I have not

had my fix and my body was not used to it. I had to stop
myself from calling Carlos every time. I didn't have the
strength to go through what I went through. I don't know
what coke he gave me to sniff on that day I had so many
blanks in my mind that needed to be filled. It's as if my
own brain was trying to block some certain information
from me. No matter how hard I tried to recall what
happened I became blank.
I also hate that I enjoyed the pain I went through. It's as
if my body was meant to get bruises. Just when I think
I'm about to heal something else happens. Sooner or
later my body will give up on me.

The door opened and Motlalepula came in holding a tray.

“I brought you to eat your body needs the strength.”
“I'm not hungry mama.”
“Look at you Punkie you have lost so much weight! You
look older than your actual age. It's as if you've been on
some drugs. What's going on?”
“I'm fine I'm just not hungry.”
“Well I'm not leaving this room until you eat and drink
something?”
“Mama!”
“Do you want me to treat you like a newborn baby and
feed you instead? I really don't mind.”
“I'll eat later then.”
“Now eat now.”
I drank the ginger tea and had a few spoons of the sour
porridge. “Mama
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I'll eat later I want to sleep now.”

Once she left I locked the door and sat on the floor with
tears streaming down my face. Looking at myself on the
mirror I couldn't recognise the person looking back at
me. I looked as if I have been through world war II. My
body was covered in bruises. I took out my makeup bag
and took out the sachet that had rainbow pills and a
broken mirror. I can't live like this anymore.
I crawled to my study desk and took my phone to send
Khumo a message;

I don't know how to say I'm sorry. All these past years I
spent them trying to compete with you. I was so jealous
of you not realising that I was ruining myself in the
process.
I know saying I'm sorry will not erase all the pain I have
cause but I hope one day you do. I now realise how
much you have loved me.. I miss you so much and
you're still alive.
I have done so many bad things that I can't take back. I
don't recognise myself when I look in the mirror this is
not me. I'm tired of living the way I am. This is not how
one should live.
I'm always in constant fear of what will happen to you if I
go back on my promises. I just want you to be happy you
deserve to be happy. Don't cry a lot for me you did that
while I was still alive. Let me be free. I love you so much
ausi waka I wish I could have shown you how much I
love you while I still had the opportunity. Now I'm saying
goodbye don't feel bad. Kea go rata.. love and kisses
Punkie...
Tears were flowing and I pressed send...
I swallowed ten rainbow pills then made cuts on my
wrists. I made deep cuts and I felt nothing.. I was so
numb the pills made me very numb. I felt my chest
tighten. I couldn't breathe well I wiped my nose and I
saw blood. Dark red blood! I noticed that my curtain and
windows were open I struggled to get up to close them
but I staggered around fell and hit my hard on
something...

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

Once I was done putting clean bedding in the room my

mother-in-law would sleep in I went back to our room
and looked for a suitcase. I didn't have time to pack I
shoved my clothes in. I don't want Zakhele to find me
here. I took my bag that had my school books in I
checked my bank balance and I had enough to check into
a hotel but Zakhele will trace me easily if I use my bank
card or his. Come on think Khumo think... I paced around
then called Evelyn. It went straight to voicemail. I tried
her again come on please answer! She did.
“Hello Khumo.”
“Hey did I wake you up?”
“Thank God you did I fell asleep while cooking.. do you
need something?”
“A big favour.”
“I'm listening.”
“I know what I'm about to ask is a lot but I wouldn't ask
if I was not desperate.”
“Okay?”
“Can you please book in at a hotel for two days I'll repay
you.”
“Why can't you do it yourself?”
“I don't want to be found I just need a place to stay at.”
“What's going on Khumo?”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“It's late now Khumo my parents are not home. I'll send
you my pin so you can come here instead. We'll deal
with the hotel issue tomorrow.”
“Okay thank you a lot..” once I had hung up I noticed
that I had a message from Keneilwe I shook my head
and went to the bathroom to wash my face.. I looked at
the message and put my phone in my hand bag I'll read
it later.

I pulled my luggage down the stairs and Zakhele’s

mother and sister looked at me.
“Makoti where are you going at this time?”
I wiped my tears “mummy I'm sorry that you got here
and I'm leaving. I have to go.”
“Uyaphi Khumo?”
“Phiwokuhle I have to leave now.”
“Kodwa makoti it's late now why are you leaving what
happened?”
“Mah my Uber ride is here I have to leave.” I picked up
my luggage and went out. Jack tried to help me with my
luggage but I refused.
“Ma'am let me help you.”
“No thanks I'm good Jack. I'm fine.”
“I'll take you where you have to be..”
“I said I'm fine! Don't you dare try and follow me as
well.”
I looked at the house one more time then left.
Chapter thirty-four
ZAKHELE KHOZA

I was at the warehouse when my mom called me full of

anger. I could not hear a word she said. All I heard was
Khumo.. “can you slow down I can't hear what you're
saying. What about Khumo?”
“Your wife is gone.”
“What do you mean by she's gone?” before my mother
could reply Jack walked in.
“Bozza we need to talk!”
“Mom I'll call you back.” I hang up before she talked any
further. I looked at Jack waiting for him to talk.
“Khumo has left.”
“Why is everyone saying my wife is gone where is she?”
“I tried to help her with her bags but she refused.”
“Did you follow her?”
“Eish bozza.” he scratched his beard.
“She needs to use her bank cardscall every hotel you
know and find out if she is not there.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed my car keys and drove home. I tried calling
her on my way home.

I ran out of the car went straight to our room and looked
around. Most of her clothes were still in the walk-in closet
but I could see that she tried to take what she could. I
sat on the bed and noticed her second wedding band I
picked it up and threw it across the room. I had no idea if
she was gone for good or not. I called her mother but it
just rang and rang.
The door opened my mom walked in. “Zakhele Khoza
what did you do! Why did Khumo leave her house?”
“Mom not now.. please.”
“If not now when? Your wife is gone and Khumo is not
the type to just pack and leave. You must have done
something!”
“I cheated.” I raised my head and looked at my mom
pacing around. She's definitely disappointed.
“Why did you ask her to marry you if you're not ready to
get married?”
“I was ready. It's just when Zandile came here one thing
led to another.”
“Yeyi.. yeyi.. yeyi wena ngani! The same Zandile who
slept with your best friend? That Zandile? Uyadlala.”
“This was last yearthings were not that serious yet
between me and Khumo.”
“Not that I condone cheating you remember that I left
your father because he cheated on me? You could have
slept with any other woman it had to be your ex someone
Khumo knows?”

Once my mom had left I tried calling everyone I knew

was khumo’s friend. No one could tell me where she was.
I called Kaitlyn I was just trying my luck.. “hello?”
“Hi Kaitlyn it's me Zakhele.”
“What do you want it's late?”
“Is Khumo there?”
“Did you hit your head against something? Khumo
doesn't live here anymore.”
“I know that I just thought she is there perhaps.”
“Ohh I see.. why would she leave her home to come and
see the same woman who slept with her husband?”
“If you hear anything please let me know.”
“I'm not promising anything you deserve what she's
doing. You don't deserve her.”
“Sorry for waking you up.” I hung up then left the house

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

“Keneilwe?” I tried the door but it was locked. “Punkie?”

I knocked for a while until I felt my chest tighten. It was
as if someone was sitting on my chest I could not
breathe well. I went out to check if her window was
open.. “iyohhh! Thusang!” I ran around the yard with my
hands above my head. “Thusang! Ngwanaka weee...
Neilwe.”
One of the builders from next door came running and
asked what was wrong. I could not say a word I just
pointed at the window he went to peek inside then ran
inside the house. One of his friends came to help him
kick the door down. I ran to Ntate Morolong’s house to
ask him to help us take Keneilwe to the hospital the
ambulance would take forever.
When we returned with Ntate Morolong they had
managed to kick the door opened. I touched Keneilwe
and she was not cold. They carried her to the car and we
drove to the hospital.. on our way there I tried to call
Khumo but it just rang. Come on Khumo! Just answer
your phone please...
I looked at Keneilwe on my lap I cried. Please don't die
Punkie I love you so much.. please stay with me.
It was now 04h00 in the morning and I had still not
heard anything from the doctors. Ntate Morolong left
around 02h00 he was tired. I was grateful that I found
him at his house. He is a very busy man. I stood up and
stretched a bit then went to wash my face at the
bathroom. My phone vibrated in my bra I answered
thinking it was Khumo.
“Khumo my baby you need to come home..”
“It's Zakhele Motlalepula not Khumo.”
“Ohh
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Motlalepula not Khumo.”
“Ohh where is Khumo?”
“I was hoping you would tell me. Is she not with you?”
“Morena Jeso! Where is my child Zakhele? Did you not
say you will protect her? Ngwanaka o kae motho wa
modimo!”
“I'll find her mama.”
“You better!”

“Keneilwe Morapedi!” I stood up and walked to the doctor

the look on her face. I fell onto my knees and cried.
“Not my baby! You said you will save her.. no!”
“Ma'am she's not dead.” I wiped my tears and stood up.
“She's alive?”
The doctor nodded. “Well she's not awake we almost lost
her twice but thank God we managed to stabilize her.”
“Can I go and see her please? I just want to see her.”
“She's in ICU you can't see her yet.. it's still touch and go
with her. Go home and rest you will see her tomorrow
but for only five minutes.”
“Please can I just see her even if it's two minutes?”
“You will see her through the glass window you can't go
into her room.”
“Thank you so much!”

Seeing her on that bed broke my heart into pieces. No

mother wants to see their child laying on a hospital bed.
If I could I would swap places with her any day! I tried
Khumo again before I left same thing like an hour ago.

ZANDILE MOTAUNG

Waking up I found Kaitlyn in my room staring at me. She

freaked me out a bit. “Kaitlyn what's wrong with you are
you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Silence
I got off the bed and made my way to her. “Kaitlyn?”
“I hope you're happy now Zandi!” then she left my room.
Now I was confused what did I do. I followed her to the
bathroom and opened the door.
“What do you mean by I must be happy now what did I
do?”
“Oh you don't know? I thought by now your loverboy
would have called you to tell you that Khumo left.”
My heart jumped to my throat I coughed while looking at
her as she filled the bathtub. “Khumo left?”
“Yes and her husband does not know where she is.”
“Why would he call you though?”
“You hoped that he calls you instead? Wow!”
“No! Just that I didn't think he would call you that's all.”
“Whatever makes you sleep well at night.”
“Please believe me I didn't want things to turn out like
this... Kaitlyn?”
“Please leave I need to bath.”
“Okay.”

Things have been so hectic ever since Kaitlyn found out

about me and Zakhele we're always fighting. She doesn't
care who I sleep with but she doesn't condone cheating.
That's one thing she won't tolerate and betrayal.
I got dressed then went to Zakhele’s place. I need to
know if there's any leads about where Khumo is. I was
not expecting his mother to be the one opening the door
I know how she dislikes me. I did break her son's heart.
“Sawubona mah?”
“Ufunani Zandile?”
“Ukhona uZakhele?””
“What do you want Zandile?
I licked my lips and looked at Zakhele as he came down
the stairs. He had sweat all over his body he must have
been in the gym.. he walked towards us and looked at
me.
“Ufunani la Zandile?”
“I came to check up on you I heard that Khumo left.”
Zakhele’s mom looked at me for the longest time before
she opened her mouth. “Now that his wife left you think
you can come and warm up his sheets right?”
“No Mah I'm really just concerned. She is my friend as
well.”
“You two should have thought about the consequences
before moaning each other's names.”
“Zandile hamba muntu weNkosi just leave.” he left me by
the door with his Mom. He was really tired. With the little
pride I still had I walked away. I stopped by the gate and
looked at the house one more time. This would have
been mine shook my head then sat by the grass outside
waiting for my ride. Jack parked his car in front of me
and opened the passenger door.
“Get in I'll take you home.”
“Thanks but my ride is almost here.”
“You look like a desperate woman sitting there just get in
I'll drop you off.”

Inside the car I cancelled my ride.

Chapter thirty-five
KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

For the past two days I've been crashing at Evelyn's

place. Her parents were coming back today and I don't
want them to find me here. I'm so grateful that she has
not pressured me into telling her why I'm hiding out at
her parents house. I haven't been to any of my classes
as well knowing Zakhele he might go and camp at the
college gate or have someone do it. I was not taking any
chances.
I was afraid of switching my phone on that husband of
mine is very tricky. Going back home is not an option
either my mom would call him the second I open her
gate.
I got of the bed to clean and cook.. it's the least I could
do. While I cooked the oxtail I started feeling very
sleepy. I put the heat on low then took a nap in the
lounge on the mat...
I was in a different environment I looked around to see
where I was but it was a big beautiful garden. I walked
around until I found a waterfall it kept on calling my
name.. I was freaked out a bit. I looked inside the water
this time around I was not in tattered clothes. I was
wearing a gorgeous champagne coloured mermaid
wedding dress. I touched the dramatic long veil and
smiled at myself. I touched my face and I didn't have any
bruises what is going on?
I crouched down and used the water to wash my face. I
still didn't have any bruises. I heard a voice of someone
crying on deep inside the waterfall. I removed my heels
and saw white strings on both my legs I tried to remove
them but they tightened around my ankles. The crying
got to me... I stepped inside the river walking to the
waterfall. The crying sounded near.
On the other side of the waterfall was a cave. It was so
dark I could not see a thing but heard only the sobbing.
“Hello?”
I walked closer to the sobs “Keneilwe?”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “Khumo what are
you doing here? I told you to not come.”
“What are you talking about Keneilwe?”
“You didn't read my message?”
“What message? I don't know what you're talking about.”
“It doesn't matter now. I'll be okay here.”
“Why were you crying?”
“I don't know.. since I have arrived at this place I've
been crying non stop and I hate it!”
“Maybe this was an opportunity to let you for once be in
your feelings without pretending. When was the last time
you cried because you were hurt? It's okay to be weak
Neilwe. That's your strength.”
“I don't like being weak I always want to be in control.”
“You can't always be in control Punkie. Let your guard
down just once.”
“I don't want to get burnt again!”
“I don't understand.”
“I've been through a lot Khumo I've done things that
make one's skin crawl. Everytime I wanted to stop they
had a hold over me. I didn't want to lose you.”
“You won't lose me I'm here.. I know I have not been the
best sister but I'm here for you.”
“Who are you kidding Khumo? You have been the best
sister ever! I just didn't see it then but now I do. I'll look
over you and my niece or nephew on the other side.”
I was confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Forgive him.. I know we both Didn't like how Mama
pushed you to him at first but he really loves you. Give
him another chance. Start afresh.” Keneilwe touched my
tummy and smiled “she's going to bring you two very
close.”
I was not interested in her baby talks I needed to know
what she meant by she will look over me on the other
side. She must have noticed the frown on my face. “I'm
finally going to be with daddy.. I've missed him so much.
Don't worry I'll visit you through the dreams. I can now
communicate with dreams just like you.”
I shook my head once I realised what she was talking
about. “You can't die now Neilwe it's not your time. I
would've known.”
“I know but I'm tired. I want peace.”
“Not like this! Don't do this to me please..”
I saw a bright light in the tunnel our great grandmother
appeared. She looked so beautiful her grey long hair was
gorgeous. “Gogo!” I ran to her and hugged her tightly.
“You're here as well? Papa o kae?”
“He can't see you just yet.” she turned to Keneilwe “wena
it's not your time yet.. go back to the land of the living
and deal with your demons!”
Keneilwe shook her head with tears streaming down her
face. She walked closer to me but Gogo pulled me further
away from Keneilwe. Everytime she got close Gogo pulled
me back until we were out of the cave but Neilwe could
not cross to where we were. She dipped my head into the
water until I couldn't breathe...

I woke up panting and looked around. I touched my face

and it was wetnot from sweating. Even my t-shirt was
very wet. I pulled my jeans up a bit and I could see some
bruises from where the white strings were at. I walked to
the kitchen to drink some water... I didn't understand
what Keneilwe was talking about
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not from sweating. Even my t-shirt was very wet. I pulled
my jeans up a bit and I could see some bruises from
where the white strings were at. I walked to the kitchen
to drink some water... I didn't understand what Keneilwe
was talking about I walked to Evelyn's room and
unplugged my phone from the charger. I don't care if he
tracks me. I need to read Keneilwe’s message.

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI
I was at the hospital looking at my baby sleeping
peacefully. I didn't know why she did what she did. I
have really failed as a mom.
They pushed her bed out of ICU and took her to a normal
room. “Doctor won't she relapse?”
“No. She's stable now. She didn't relapse since you left.
Everything is going well. You can go see her now.”
“Okay thank you.” I called Zakhele to find out if Khumo
was back. Voicemail!
Why do people buy phones if they don't answer their
stupid phones? I didn't bother with Khumo. She will call
back once she switched her phone on.

I used the coconut oil I got from our pastor and

massaged her hands with it. The smell was not too
overpowering. Please fight my baby. Fight and come back
to us. I know I have not been the best mother but I
promise to start being better. I will try to be the best
mom ever. Just come back to us. The door opened and
the women from church walked in singing a hymn I broke
down and cried. One of the ladies held me as I cried.
“Go tla siama Motlalepula stop crying as if she is dead
already. Didimala.” (all will be well. Keep quiet.)
“I don't want to lose her! I can't..”
“You won't now calm down before the nurse kicks you
out of the room.”

They sang a few worship songs then prayed and left.

Soon the visiting hour will be over. I didn't want to leave
her alone. I was afraid that something happens when I'm
far away. The nurse walked in and I knew that it was
time to go.. “I'm leaving.”
“The doctor said you should go and see her in her office
before you leave.” I nodded and went to see the doctor. I
knocked and went in.
“You asked to see me?”
“Yes please sit down I need to ask you something.”
“Okay.”
“Has your daughter ever been suicidal or showed any
signs?”
I heaved a sigh. “To be honest I don't know. My daughter
has always been a naughty child and I let her be. I didn't
want to push her away so I let her get away with so
many things.”
“That's understandable most mother's like to let their
children get away with many things.”
“I have not been a fair mother I didn't treat my kids
equally. I treated my eldest badly. Things between us are
very bad. She never calls not that I blame her we've
never had any mother and daughter relationship and it's
all my fault.”
“The other reason I called you here is because the
amount of bruises on your daughter is alarming. She has
bruises on top of other bruises. She also had way too
much drugs in her system it's a miracle that she's still
alive.”
“Drugs?”
“Yes.”
“About the bruises I once saw them but she convinced
me that she fell down the stairs.”
“Victims always use that line. I'll wait for her to wake up
then I'll book her in for a few therapy sessions...”

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA
The minute I switched my phone on I had so many
messages. I ignored all the messages looking for
Keneilwe’s message. I was about to give up then I found
the message;

I don't know how to say I'm sorry. All these past years I
spent them trying to compete with you. I was so jealous
of you not realising that I was ruining myself in the
process.
I know saying I'm sorry will not erase all the pain I have
cause but I hope one day you do. I now realise how
much you have loved me.. I miss you so much and
you're still alive.
I have done so many bad things that I can't take back. I
don't recognise myself when I look in the mirror this is
not me. I'm tired of living the way I am. This is not how
one should live.
I'm always in constant fear of what will happen to you if I
go back on my promises. I just want you to be happy you
deserve to be happy. Don't cry a lot for me you did that
while I was still alive. Let me be free. I love you so much
ausi waka I wish I could have shown you how much I
love you while I still had the opportunity. Now I'm saying
goodbye don't feel bad. Kea go rata.. love and kisses
Punkie...

I read the message twice trying to understand what she

was trying to say. I tried calling her back but it just
rang.. I had no choice but to call Mama.
“Hello Khumo.”
“Mama Keneilwe o kae? She sent me a weird message
that I don't understand.”
“She's at the hospital she tried to kill herself.”
The phone slipped from my hands. I sat down then
picked up the phone again. “Mama please tell me she's
still alive?”
“She's stable now I went to see her.”
“Okay I'll try to get a bus ticket and come home.. I don't
know what time I'll be there.”
“It's late now Khumo you can come tomorrow.”
“No! I'm coming right now she's my baby sister. We
might not get along but I still love her.”
“I forget that you're stubborn sometimes where are you
because your husband has been calling trying to find out
where you are.”
“Mama I have to go now and get the bus ticket.”

Chapter thirty-six
ZAKHELE KHOZA

It's been two weeks since I last saw my wife. In all my

years I've never felt my house be this cold.
“Bozza still nothing from the madam?”
“Fokol!”
“She is really your wife how she managed to disappear
without a trace.”
I laughed with Mlindo. “She is really my wife. What if
something bad happened to her?”
“Relax bozza we will find her. Don't worry.”
“The business is doing well the Kaap mense want another
batch.”
I was looking at pictures of me and Khumo on our
wedding day. She looked so beautiful in her red and
black traditional Zulu dress. Where are you ndoni?..
“Bozza?”
“Huh.. you were saying?”
“You're thinking about the madam?”
“Who would've thought that one day I would be so in
love?” I shook my head and laughed.
Mlindo punched my shoulder then left.

I was useless at work I drove home.

I was trying to make Khumo’s beef and stir fry but it

didn't taste like hers. Deep in thoughts I heard my
phone ring. I couldn't believe my eyes... “My love?”
“Hello Zakhele.”
“Are you okay wherever you are do you need anything?”
“I'm okay Zakhele I just wanted to let you know that I'm
fine.”
“I miss you sthandwa sami. Please come back home.”
“I miss you too.” I smiled when she said that. There was
still hope for us.
“Where are you?”
“I'm at the village Keneilwe tried to kill herself but she's
okay.”
“I'm sorry to hear that can I come and see you?”
“That won't be necessary Keneilwe is well now and at
home. It's time I come back home as well.”
“Are you giving us another chance?”
“Do you want another chance?”
“We'll talk once you're home.. Khumo?”
“Yes.”
“I love you baby I know right now you might not believe
me but I really do.”
“I have to go now Zak we'll talk soon.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI

I stood by Khumo’s door and listened to her talking to

her husband. Ever since I was discharged I've noticed
how she's sad. Sometimes I would find her looking at her
wedding pictures or playing with her wedding ring.
I knocked before I entered. “Are you busy?”
She tapped the empty space on her bed. “Come and talk
with your sister.”
I found myself laughing as I climbed the bed “I would like
to apologize first for all the pain and misery I have
brought into your life.”
“I thought we were over the apologizing now? I said I will
see by your actions if you're really sorry.”
“I promise I will do my best to work on our broken
relationship.”
“I don't want promises as well Keneilwe.” she played with
her wedding ring again.
“You miss him don't you?”
“Who?”
“Your husband.” she smiled and nodded
“I miss him badly.. I thought by now I would have came
to a decision regarding our marriage. I thought I would
hate him but I miss him.. am I a fool?” she wiped her
tears. “Why can't I hate him for what he did?”
“You're not a fool for being in love Khumo. If there's a
chance for you two to fix things take that chance.. that
way you won't have regrets five years later. You don't
want to ask yourself ‘what if’ when it's too late. Life is too
short ngwana Mme.”
“When did you become this smart?” she tickled me I
tickled her back.. my tummy hurt from all the laughing.
“Khumo tlhe Mma!”
The laughter died down we looked at each other and
smiled. She traced her fingers on my face and the
healing cuts on my wrists. “You know you're beautiful
Keneilwe.. very beautiful what went wrong?”
“Khumo!”
“We're starting on a clean slate right?”
“I can't tell you I don't want you to get involved.”
“I got involved the day I was abducted. Now talk.”
“I don't know where to start.”
“Start wherever you want. It can be at the beginning or
the end just make me understand.” she removed a bottle
of wine from underneath the pillow and held it in the air.
“Go lock the door.” I laughed then went to lock.
“Khumo!”
“If you tell your Mom that I gave you wine I'll never
forgive you!”
We drank the wine from the bottle I exhaled. “I've always
been jealous of you I don't know why but I was. I hated
that you and Papa were so close and I didn't have that
with him... Now I know I didn't even give him a chance
into my personal space. When he passed away a lot of
things became clear.. dad never had a favourite he loved
us both so much but I was blinded by jealousy I believed
that he loved you more.”
“Oh Punkie come here..” I lay my head on her shoulder
as she rubbed my face.
“I still don't understand how you could be so strong after
all we have put you through.. no matter how bad we
treated you you still excelled in your academics. You had
friends who loved you who had your back. Boys wanted
you and I didn't understand why... I hated it more when I
wanted a guy but he was more interested in you.”
“Boys were the last thing on my mind Neilwe.”
“I know that now. Someone I had thought was my friend
introduced me to Robert. I didn't love him I liked that he
gave me money. I didn't have to ask anyone for
anything.”
“Money you didn't work for always come with a price tag
Punkie.”
I nodded “at first he didn't want anything but ‘my friend’
told me that I need to keep him happy if I want him to
give me more money. I need to act like an adult. I told
him that I was seventeen about to turn eighteen.” I
gulped the wine then exhaled again. “I gave TK my
virginity he was not bad.. Robert was just ugly. I started
sleeping with them both then I started sleeping with TK’s
young brother as well.” I looked at Khumo and she was
listening
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I didn't know if. She was judging me internally.
“Did TK know that you're seeing Robert as well?”
“I didn't tell him not even about Tumisang.. but
Tumisang knew that I was sleeping with him and his
brother.”
“You know there's a high chance they both knew that
they were sleeping with you?”
“Yeah... Once I had noticed that I don't want to be with
Robert anymore it was too late. There was no way out.
He threatened me with you.. he would send me pictures
of you on a daily basis to remind me that if I don't do
what he wanted...”
“How did Tidi get involved?”
“I called her because I needed advice and was about to
tell her about Robert but somehow he heard my
conversation with her he sent me a text to warn me.”
“I'm so sorry you went through all of this. Maybe if I had
been a sister and not a mom I would have noticed that
you're not happy.. you're crying for help.”
“Don't do that.” I held her tight we held in to each other
very tightly.. “I did this to myself.”

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

I looked at Neilwe sleeping next to me. I brushed her

afro gently before leaving a kiss on her cheek.
I got off the bed took my laptop and went to the dining
room. I needed to find out more about this Robert Welsh.
All I got was that he owned a strip club and had a
transport business. Nothing else. Maybe I could hire a
private investigator.. I remembered the number that lady
gave me. My aunt I called her.. it rang for a while before
she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi it's Khumo.”
“Oh my brother's daughter?”
“Yes I know it's been a while since you gave me your
numbers.”
“It's okay I understand. How can I help you?”
“I need your help. You once mentioned that your
husband is a private investigator right?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder if it would be possible for him to investigate
someone for me I'll pay don't worry. Or if he knows
someone he could refer me to them?”
“He is not home at the moment once he is home I'll tell
him.”
“Thank you and sorry for waking you up.”
“It's okay Nana is everyone okay back home? Your sister
and mother?”
“Everyone is well thanks for asking.”
“I heard that you got married as well congratulations.”
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I didn't want any
awkwardness. Hope you understand?”
“I do good bye.”

I decided to finish up my portfolio since I could not fall

asleep. Evelyn has been sending me notes of everything
that was done while I was away. I'm grateful we were
not writing any tests. For my portfolio assignment I had
the wedding theme not my favourite but I liked the
challenge. I had already designed two dresses and
needed three more. My design juices were not flowing I
didn't have any inspiration.
I made myself some coffee then cleared up the table..
before I went to my room my phone rang I didn't know
the number... “Khumo Khoza hello?”
“Hi I'm sorry for calling at this time but it was now or
never.”
“Sorry whose this?”
“Oh snap! Sorry it's Katarina from the college I don't
know if you know me. I'm a first year student.”
“Calm down Katarina I know you. How can I help you?”
“I need help with my assignment I know I should've
asked a bit earlier while we had time but I have not seen
you at school for about two weeks.”
“What assignment?”
“So we have to pair up with either a final year student or
second year to help us design and make outfits for the
Durban fashion week.. for the spring line. I was hoping
you could help me out please...”
“Me?”
“Yes you! I have seen your portfolio from last year and it
is amazing. I'm not into bold colours and patterns like
you I need that boldness. I know with you on my side
we're going to nail this assignment.”
“I'm flattered I mean this coming from someone who has
worked with celebrities.. that's a huge compliment.”
“I'm a good designer I'll admit but I'm not much of a
seamstress.. I'm still working on that part. As for you Mrs
Khoza you have been given both the talent! It's rare to
find a designer that can design and make the product as
well.”
“Okay fine.. fine I'll help you. When is the due date for
everything?”
“Three weeks time four outfits.”
“Wow! Listen let me finish my assignment then I'll help
you out.”
“Thank you!”

Chapter thirty-seven
KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

A month later
I sat on the edge of the bed looking at Zakhele getting
dressed. He turned and looked at me “baby do you want
to say something?”
“Nope! Just admiring my handsome man.”
“Do you want to make me blush? Haibo?”
“No one is here you can blush all you want.” I went to
him and fixed his tie. “You look very hot!”
“Are you sure you don't want to come with?”
“I can't I need to help Katarina with her assignment. We
need to win this one. I came second last year this time
around were aiming for first place.”
“Okay fine.”
“I'll come with you to the next charity event.” I gave him
a sloppy kiss.
“How's Keneilwe now?”
“She's doing well.. she's attending therapy she will be
fine.”
“Did she tell you what happened?”
“Baby if you don't leave now you are going to be late.”
“Are you kicking me out sthandwa sami?”
“Just go!” I pushed him out then called Katarina to come
over.

An hour later we were sketching and trying to sew

material together. I looked at Katarina walking around
the patio with a pencil in her mouth the other she was
sketching with.
I looked at one of her unfinished sketches it was a high-
low shirt dress. I made the hemline a bit low made the
left shoulder a spaghetti strap while the right was a long
balloon sleeve. “Katarina how does this shirt dress look
now?”
She dropped the pencil that was in her mouth.. “that's
perfect! The idea I had in my head was too plain. It was
a normal high-low dress nothing fancy.”
“It's not too much?”
“Too much in fashion? That's a master piece! If you're
going out at night you can pair it up with thigh high heels
or sneakers. It's perfect.”
“Okay.” I added a hot pink and dark green to the dress.
It made more sense with colour.
We started working on the outfits we had liked. Working
with Katarina was fun. I was more into bold colours and
she was more on the subtle side. Subtle yet stunning.
Once it got dark we went inside the house.. we were
having so much fun but it was late and we needed to
rest. I asked Jack to drop her off and I took a shower.

MOTLALEPULA MORAPEDI

I couldn't believe it took Keneilwe’s failed suicide attempt

for me to realise how much I have hurt my children. I
turned into my mother. My mother turned us against one
another there was never peace at home. We were always
fighting over something. Things got worse when a fight
broke between my parents. Our father was not a violent
man. If he was angry he would go out and have a smoke
or take a walk. Our mother on the other hand she was a
violent woman.

*Flashback*
“Thabiso what do you mean by you have another
daughter?”
“Masechaba I have a daughter and I want her to know
her other siblings. I don't want my children to hate each
other I need them together.”
“Wa tsenwa! Together mo ntlung yaga mang? No bastard
child if yours will come here.”
“She's not a bastard child she's mine! Don't punish my
child because of my mistakes.”
“She is not coming here!”
“You forget that this is my house as well?”
“Monna wa modimo she is not coming here. Next you will
say you want to take the mother as a second wife!”
“That won't happen I just want all my children under one
roof.”
“Pigs will fly for that to happen! O go jisitse korobela
mosadi nyana wa teng.” (that woman gave you love
potion.)
“Why do you like to act like a crazy person Masechaba?
Fine she will stay with her mother but don't think I won't
support her.”
“As long as she is not in my yard I don't care what you
do with your money.”
*End of flashback*

I still remember how angry she was when my dad left

she took her anger out on us.
One afternoon she left and when she returned she came
back with a young girl. All she said to me is that she's my
older sister and that was it. We all got along very well
with Dorris that was until her mom's funeral. Things
changed after the funeral. Dorris was the receiver of our
mother's anger. At some days I would feel sorry for her
but mama said we must not treat her like she's one of us
because if we do our father would leave all his cattle to
her.
Everyone else was nice to her except for me and mama.
One thing I know is that I need to apologize to Dorris and
all my children. We like blaming the devil for our own
choices. I could have been a bit nicer to her especially
knowing that she had just lost her mother but I was evil
towards her. Even if she doesn't accept my apology it's
fine. One more reason she won't forgive me is that she
believes that I killed her child. I was angry and at some
point I did want to choke the baby to death but I couldn't
do it. On the day she asked me to babysit I remember
very well that I did wash my hands. I washed them
thoroughly I didn't want any mistakes. How the poison
ended in the baby's milk makes no sense.
I can still hear and see the baby cry some nights. I will
always blame myself. If I didn't touch the rat poison her
baby would still be here. I folded the letter and walked to
Dorris house I don't know how she will react once she
has read the letter.

ZANDILE MOTAUNG

I looked at Zakhele and how hot he looked in his maroon

suit and a teal blue shirt. I wondered where his wife was
tonight. I disappeared in to the bathroom and called
Khumo I was not sure if she was going to answer the
phone. The last time I saw her was in Zakhele’s office.
“Hello?”
Thank God “hey Khumo it's Zandile.”
“I know I have your numbers.”
“Uhm how are you?”
“Zandile what do you want?”
“I was wondering if you're busy tomorrow I would like us
to meet.”
“It depends on what you want to say.”
“Please Khumo
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just five minutes of your time is all I ask. You don't have
to say anything I'll do the talking.”
“I'll think about it and get back to you.”
“Thank you.” she hang up.
I fixed my apron then walked to the table Zakhele and
his friends were sitting at. “Your drinks gentlemen.”
Zakhele did not even look at me one bit. He was glued to
his phone the entire time. “Zakhele?”
“Sawubona Zandile.”
“Do you need anything else?”
He looked up then shook his head. “I'm fine I don't know
if the guys need anything else?”
One of his friends ordered a meat platter but Zakhele
didn't stay he said his wife was waiting for him at home...

The next morning I found a message from Khumo saying

we could meet today. I opened my closet to find an
outfit. We were meeting at Rudolph's bar and grill in
Randburg. The place was not too fancy but it was fancy.
Seeing how Khumo dresses right now I needed to look
my best as well.
I didn't tell Kaitlyn that I'm going to see Khumo things
have not been that great between us. We live together
but we barely speak to one another. She said she will
only speak to me when she believes that I have really
changed.

After bathing I wore a grey halterneck crop top high

waisted below the knee white pleated skirt and ankle
strap heels. I was not too over the top but I also made a
statement. My makeup was natural I had a doek on..
something I rarely have on unless I'm sleeping. I went
downstairs to wait for my ride.

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

I needed to stop at the hotel first and ask Zakhele for a

favour before going to meet up with Zandile.
I didn't know what to wear but I settled with a blood red
slim fit suit pants a brown balconette blood red blazer
with a low single button and brown pointed toe stilettos.
Everything about my outfit and makeup was bold today. I
had on a cherry red matte lip colour with dramatic
lashes. My thirty inch Brazilian weave looked sleek and
new.
Today I'm driving myself I took the keys of Zakhele’s
white sportscar opened the garage. Jack ran to me but
stopped tilted his head to look at me from head to toe.
“Khumo?”
I laughed and stood next to the car.. “yes it's me Jack.”
“Whoever you're meeting is going to have a heart attack
once they see you!”
“Really?” I twirled a few times.
“Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?”
“Today I'm driving I do have a drivers licence don't I?”
“Yes ma'am.”
“Jack come on!”
“Okay fine I'm sorry.. drive safely.”
I got inside touched the steering wheel and admired the
interior. I took a few selfies and I looked hot! I've been
sleeping on myself. This car suited me as well. Maybe I'll
convince Zak to give it to me.
The sound that came from the car as I drove I wanted to
scream throughout.

The stares I got in Midrand when I got into the hotel. I

put on my shades before entering the elevator...
I opened his door without knocking he had his back to
the door. I cleared my throat he turned in slow motion
with shock on his face. Mission accomplished I said
internally.
“Hey baby” I walked to him and gave him a kiss.
“Uyaphi ndoni yamanzi?”
“I'm going to see Zandile.”
“Why?”
“She asked to see me.. either way I'm not here to talk
about Zandile.” I stood in between his legs and held his
beard staring into his eyes seductively. “I need a favour
from my handsome man.”
“Anything for you baby.”
I held his hand as we went to sit on the couch. I sat on
his lap wrapped my arms around his neck. “I need you to
deal with a Robert Welsh for me.”
“Huh?.. baby what's with the gangster talk now?”
“I know about your side business and I know you can
deal with a small fish like Robert.”
He moved me to the side and stood up “baby?”
“Urg Zakhele don't insult my intelligence!” we were both
standing up even in heels he was still taller.
“Yeyi yeyi Khumo! Don't raise your voice at me.”
“Listen motho waka..” I walked to him and hugged him.
“This Robert is the reason I was abducted he has been
making Keneilwe sleep with his old friends and using me
to have a hold on her.”
“What?”
“That's why she tried to kill herself she couldn't take it
anymore. That's why I'm asking you as my husband to
deal with this matter or should I ask Mlindo and Hammer
to handle the matter?”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “You sneaky
woman! How did you find out?”
“That doesn't matter I know you can deal with this.”
“Are you not angry?”
“I was when I found out but I saw your plans to leave the
cocaine and stick to the weed instead. So?”
“By dealing with him you mean kill him?”
“Make him and whomever has a hold on Keneilwe vanish!
I don't want her to live in fear. I want her to build her life
from scratch.”
“That means blood on my hands will you be able to live
with me afterwards?”
“I'll be there as well.”
“No! No Khumo that's not happening!”
“I want to look him in the eyes as he takes his last
breath. I want to do this for myself and Keneilwe. I have
to.”
“You don't have to I'll make him vanish but you don't
have to do this.”
I had my hands around his neck gave him a slow kiss.
“We're going to do this together. I have to go now I love
you.”

I slammed the door on my way out and drove to

Rudolph's bar and grill to meet Zandile.

Chapter thirty-eight
ZANDILE MOTAUNG

Five years later

“Musa if you don't wake up you're going to be late for

work.”
“Two more minutes baby just two more minutes.”
“You've been saying that for the past thirty minutes
vuka!”
“Is Junior awake?”
“A long time ago now go and bath.”
He woke up and rubbed my tummy. “I can't wait for you
to start showing.. thank you for making me a father
again.”
“As if I had a choice. If you get me pregnant again I'm
leaving you!”
“Kodwa MmaMotaung.” he went to the bathroom. I
opened my closet to see what to wear today.
I settled with an asymmetric mustard jumpsuit with wide
legs and black block heels. I used my fingers to brush my
short fade cut.
While Musa showered I dressed Junior and fed him.
“Baby we're leaving now!”
He came out with a towel on... “Why are you leaving so
early?”
“Today is my first day as a junior designer at House of
Perez I can't afford to be late. Do I look the part?”
“You look hot in anything you wear muffin.”
“Must I leave with Junior or you will drop him off at
daycare?”
“Leave him I'll take him.. have some father and son
time.”
“Whatever.” I gave him and Junior a kiss then left.

I called Kaitlyn on my way to work.

“My lief!”
“Hey babes.”
“You don't sound fine what's wrong?”
“I broke up with Katlego.”
I stopped by the garage to fill some petrol went inside
the shop to buy some sweets and bottled water.
“You two looked happy what happened?”
“I think we have been lying to each other for a while
now.. we have not been happy. I think we stayed
together for Olerato otherwise we were not happy.”
“I'm sorry my love. It must be a bit hard for you.”
“It is but eventually I'll be okay.. one day at a time.”
“That's the spirit my love. You can bring Olerato to us
when you feel like crying.”
“Thanks I'll bring her tomorrow morning. I need to go
and see this bride who doesn't know what she wants. The
drama I might return late.”

KENEILWE MORAPEDI
I was on the phone talking with the catering company.
Everything needed to be perfect for tonight. Zakhele
walked down the stairs holding Zendaya.
“Look at my favourite niece! Come here baby.” she ran to
me and I picked her up. “How are you baby?”
“I'm okay but I'm hungry.” she made cute puppy eyes.
Zendaya was Khumo’s photocopy.
Zakhele brought her oats and took her from me to feed
her. “Is everything okay for today?”
“I just spoke to the catering company and they assured
me that everything would go well. I just need to go to
Sandton to see if everything is okay.”
“Thank you so much for coming here to help.. are you
sure you were not busy at the nursing college?”
“I promise.”
“Good I don't want Khumo to have my head for dinner.”
“She loves you don't worry.” I looked at Zendaya dancing
along to the cartoons on the television. I took out my
phone and took a video she was just too adorable.
“Zenda look at me..” she turned and had a huge smile on
her face.
“Are you taking pictures?” I nodded. She gave me a few
poses. Definitely going to be a model. “Let me see
aunty.” I gave her the phone to look at her pictures. Five
year olds of today! They could operate phones.
“Zakhele where's Khumo?”
“She was still on the phone when I came down with
Zenda.. a rich client.”
“My poor sister.” we both laughed.
Zendaya gave me my ringing phone... It was Tidimalo.
“Hey you.”
“Hi Neilwe sorry I missed your call.”
“It's fine did you get my message?”
“About the surprise?”
“Yes will you be able to attend?”
“The story I was chasing in the Middle East I was told to
give to someone.. so I'll be able to attend.”
“I'm sorry about your story but Khumo will be very happy
to see you.”
“I miss her too. Where's Zendaya?”
“She's eating.”
“Send everyone my greetings.”
“Don't forget that it's a surprise!”
“Shut up Keneilwe!” I laughed before hanging up
I looked at Zakhele
Sponsored
“that was Tidi she will come.”
“Khumo will be so happy since Itsanang can't travel
because of her pregnancy.”
“I hope the dress fits..”
“Don't worry Evelyn and Kaitlyn helped me out. All she
knows is that we're attending Evelyn's engagement party
tonight.” we laughed some more Zenda looked at us with
squinted eyes.
“Why are you talking about my mummy?”
“We're not talking about mummy cupcake.”
“I heard you!” she folded her arms and pouted.
I saw Khumo coming down the stairs I looked at
Zendaya.. “okay Nana please forgive me I won't talk
about mummy ever again.”
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise cupcake.”

“Good morning Neilwe.”

“You look gorgeous.”
“I always look gorgeous honey!” she gave me a few
poses. Me and Zakhele laughed. “You see Zakhele I told
you that Zenda is her mother's daughter! Just look.”
“Hey! Don't talk about me as if I'm not here.” she looked
at the time on her phone. “Shoot I'm going to be late!”
she looked at her husband.. “baby can you drop Zenda at
daycare? I'm going to be stuck in traffic if I don't leave
now.”
“Just go I'll drop her off.” they shared a kiss Zenda
clapped her hands happily.

Once I was sure that she had left I looked at zakhele.

“What is it Keneilwe?”
“Do you think it was a good idea to invite mama as well?”
“It's too late for that now.. she's already on her way
here.”
“Yeah you're right.”

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

I had not been well the past week. I made an

appointment to see our doctor during lunch time.
I looked at the few designs I have worked on for my
client. Is she doesn't like these as well I wouldn't be
Khumo Khoza! You can be the best designer in the entire
universe but some clients don't know what they want.
That's why I'm not a huge fan of designing wedding
dresses. Brides are just the worst!
I looked at the time then drove to see the doctor.

I knocked before entering. “Hi doctor.”

“Mrs Khoza please have a seat.”
“Thank you..”
“What brings you here today?”
“I haven't been feeling well for a while now.. I just need
to make sure that everything is in order.”
“What are your symptoms?”
“Weird symptoms.. nausea and dizzy spells some days.
Mild headaches painful back.”
“How are your periods?”
“Periods?”
“Yes.”
“You think I'm pregnant?”
“Whenever a female is sick that's usually the first thing
that comes to mind.”
“Wow... Well I have not missed my period. I didn't bleed
a lot this month though just a few drops.”
“Just to be safe I'm going to send your blood to the lab
but first I need you to take the regular pregnancy test.”
I went to the bathroom to pee into a cup then inserted
the stick into the cup.. then went back to the consultation
room
“Okay Mrs Khoza what does the test read?”
I turned it around and it was positive. Both of the lines
were very visible. I showed the doctor.
“Those lines are very clear but we'll wait for the blood
results. You can go and wait at reception as I see other
patients.”

I couldn't sit still at the reception I stood up to get a

chocolate bar at the vending machine. I bumped into
someone holding a toddler in the hallway. “Sorry!” we
both said. I looked up and it was Zandile.
“Hi Khumo.”
“Zandile how are you?”
“I'm well thanks and you?”
“I've been better. Is he yours?”
She looked at the toddler with adoration. “Yes he is mine
he had a fever.”
“Hope he gets well soon.”
“Thank you.”
Silence
“I better get going then..” before I could leave Zandile
held my hand.
“Khumo I'm really sorry for what I did. I know I hurt you
badly but I really miss you. I'm not saying we'll be that
close ever again but I'm really sorry.” she turned to
leave.
“Zandi wait!”
“Yeah.”
“Look I won't lie and say you didn't hurt me because you
did.. I know you didn't force my husband to sleep with
you. As you said things could never be the same between
us again but for the sake of the friendship we shared I
think I'm willing to give you another chance.”
“Really?” she had tears in her eyes. “Thank you so much
Khumo!”
I gave her a hug... “Zendaya is turning five next week
Saturday maybe you could bring your son to her
birthday?”
“I will once again thank you so much.”

Chapter thirty-nine
ZAKHELE KHOZA

“Baby you need to hurry up. We can't arrive late.”

“I'm almost done. Please make sure Zendaya does not
get her dress dirty.”
“Keneilwe left with her!”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
She stood at the top of the stairs in a short towel. “Why
don't you come and help me put lotion on my back?” she
smirked.. I didn't waste any second I ran up the stairs
and followed her into our bedroom.
I found the towel on the floor and she was lying on the
bed using her fingers to rub herself. I loved this side of
my wife. She was no longer shy in the bedroom she was
fierce!
I looked at her rubbing herself as I undressed. “Fuck!” I
kicked off the pants I had on and walked like a predator
to the bed. I didn't touch her at first.. I let her rub herself
and I stroked myself as well. She spread her legs wider
and used her bullet vibrator on her nipples before
lowering it to her clit. I couldn't take it any more. I
slapped the hand that held the vibrator.
She looked at me with seductive eyes... “Did you like
what you saw daddy?”
I shut her up with a kiss. She let out a soft moan into my
mouth. Everything about my wife was sexy. My leaking
erection was screaming to be buried deep inside her
moist. We held each other's hands above her head as I
buried my aching erection inside her leaking warmth. We
both let out a moan... I thrusted a few times before
pulling out. She complained.
I thrusted in she arched her back into me. There was no
time for any love making. I haven't her strong deep
strokes.
“Ahh Khoza.. yes!” I choked her a little bit and she
wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her up a bit to make
my strokes deeper.
“Faster baby! Ahh ohh yes.” I moved my waist in circular
motion.. we were both about to reach our orgasm. I went
faster. A few thrusts and we both climaxed. I stayed
buried in her for a while to catch my breath.. I twitched
and her walls clasped onto my member.
“Mrs Me?”
“Baby.”
“I love you.” I kissed her sweaty forehead.
“I love you too.”
I pulled out and she let out a moan I returned with a
towel. “Baby we need to have a quick shower and you
need to do your make up then get dressed.. that's like
fifty years for you to get ready.”
“Don't exaggerate please!”

After our quick shower I wore my navy blue tux with light
blue seams and a white shirt. Khumo was still getting
ready in the bathroom I had no idea if she would like the
dress. She opened the door slightly and peeped.. “baby I
have a gift for you on your side of the bed in the drawer.”
“What is it?”
“Just open it and look for yourself as I get dressed.” she
disappeared into the bathroom again at least her makeup
was done.

I opened the medium sized box and found a baby

romper. I was confused.. I put the romper aside and
looked at the positive pregnancy test and ultrasound
scan.. I looked at the date thinking it was Zendaya’s scan
but it was today's date. I stood up... “Baby?”
“Yes?”
“Are we pregnant again?”
“It looks that way.”
I smiled holding the scan.. I was going to be a father
again. I wiped the tear that had escaped my eye. I
looked up and dropped the scan once I saw Khumo.
“Madoda!” she smiled shyly.
“How do I look myeni wami?”
“Like my hot sexy gorgeous wife!
“Thanks baby.” she gave me a kiss. We can leave now.
“I can't believe we're going to be parents again.” I kissed
the back of her hand.

TIDIMALO MARUPING

I looked around the empty boutique and knowing my

best friend this place was going to be the next big thing.
I went to the garden to answer my phone.
“Love?”
“Hey baby how was your flight?”
“It was okay I'm happy they assigned someone else to
the Middle East..”
“To be honest I'm happy as well. I was not happy that
you were assigned in the first place but that's what I get
for dating a news reporter!”
“I'm not that bad.”
“I love you either way.”
“We love you too.”
“How's my girl treating you?”
“She's in a good mood today.” I felt a kick on the left.
“Baby she just kicked!”
“Tell her that daddy loves her okay.”
“I will. I have to go now. Bye.”

I walked in and spotted Keneilwe holding Zendaya’s

hand. I waved and they walked towards me. Once they
were close Zendaya ran to me and I picked her up. “My
baby!”
“Aunty Tidi!”
“How are you my marshmallow?” I pinched her cheeks.
“I'm fine.” she looked at my round tummy and touched
the stomach. The baby kicked again. Zendaya smiled. “Is
it sore?”
“No!” Keneilwe was looking at me with her brow raised.
“Keng wena?”
She laughed “congratulations mommy to be!”
We shared a hug. “Thank you.. how far is Khumo and her
husband?”
“Almost here go and sit down your feet look swollen.”
“Tell me about it! But first I need the bathroom.”

KHUMO MORAPEDI-KHOZA

Zakhele opened the door for me and held my dress.

“Baby are you sure we're at the right place?”
“I'm very sure it must be a little electric problem.”
“Okay.”
“Are you scared?”
“With you by my side I fear nothing.”
“That's my girl..” he kissed my bare shoulder.

As we went in it must be a little electric problem.”

“Okay.”
“Are you scared?”
“With you by my side I fear nothing.”
“That's my girl..” he kissed my bare shoulder.

As we went in the lights went on and everyone shouted

“Surprise!” my heart nearly stopped beating. I looked at
the back thinking we were late and they thought it was
Evelyn. I looked at Zakhele and he didn't look surprised.
“Baby?”
He held my hand the further we walked in.. I saw my
baby and Tidimalo. I excitedly went to them. I hugged
Tidi tightly and never wanted to let go. “What are you
doing here?”
“To surprise you obviously.”
I picked up Zendaya and kissed her all over her face. She
kept on pointing Tidimalo’s tummy. I looked and she
looked pregnant... I put Zendaya down to take a closer
look.
“Mmata are you expecting?”
She nodded
“No ways!”
I wanted to tell you badly.
“It's fine I understand.. pregnancy is very sacred and
sensitive.”

I saw Zakhele at front holding a wine glass that had juice

inside. “Ladies and gentlemen may I please have your
attention..” the noise died down as he smoke. I didn't
understand why he had to say a speech at Evelyn's
engagement party.
“I would like to thank everyone who could make it here
to help us celebrate this special day. I would like to call
the star of this gathering.. my sexy caramel sauce my
wife..” the crowd cheered. “Baby please come here.”
I walked to where he was but I was nervous.. I had no
idea what was happening.
He looked at me with so much love I gave him a kiss.
“I know you're wondering what's going on now and why I
have to say a speech at Evelyn's engagement party
right?”
I nodded
“Well sthandwa sami there's no engagement party... This
is all for you.”
“Zakhele!”
“I know that you've always wanted to have your own
boutique one day and I as your man I decided to gift you
with this space.. now you can have your boutique. I've
seen how excited you get when you design clothes and I
want to see that excitement every single day! This is all
yours baby.”
I had tears in my eyes I was not expecting this. “Thank
you so much motho waka.” I exhaled then looked at
everyone... “As you all can see I had no idea about this
surprise.” they laughed. “All I can say is that I hope this
boutique opens up more boutiques! To making money
everyone.” I raised my glass up. “Dreams do come true
eventually. Nothing is too big. This boutique is going to
showcase my skills and talents.. thank you everyone for
coming... Have fun.”

I looked at Zakhele one more time “you sneaky

husband!”
“I love you too.”
“I can't believe that you Evelyn and Kaitlyn tricked me!”
“It was all for a good course.”
“Thanks a lot baby this is the best gift ever!”
“Thank you for giving me this gift..” he rubbed my
tummy.

The place has all my designs all over. Even the clothes I
had designed at the college some where the prototypes I
made with Katarina..
The shocker was when I saw six models wearing the
dresses I had been working on for a rich client for weeks.
They modelled on the gold carpet to showcase my work.
I was in tears I could not believe that all this time there
was no rich client I was doing it for myself.
“Zakhele Khoza I love you a lot.”
“I know baby there's someone who is here as well.”
“Who?”
He turned me around and I saw my mother at the back. I
looked at him and cried some more. “Baby!”
“I'm sorry if we overstepped but...” I shut him up with a
kiss. He wiped my tears.. “I'll go to her.”

“Mama?”
“Khumo ngwanaka.” I looked at my mom and she looked
sick.. she didn't look like that woman who treated me
unfairly. Who treated me like a mistake she hated.
“Mama..” I hugged her tightly and never let go.
“Hush my baby it's me..” we were both in tears. Keneilwe
had joined us as well. “I'm really sorry Khumo ngwanaka.
I'm very sorry for how I have treated you. I have never
been a good mother to you or Keneilwe. Please forgive
me my baby... Please.”
“I forgive you Mama! I forgive you.” we hugged again. “I
forgive you...”
I saw my great-grandmother and father standing by the
door. They were surrounded by so much light and white
doves I knew that they would finally rest in peace now.
Keneilwe looked at the door and smiled at me.. I knew
that she could see them as well.

*****************THE END*****************
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