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Alexandra
ALONE
~ BOOK 1 ~
The earth is a beehive; we all enter by the
same door but live in different cells.
African proverb
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ISBN: 978-0-639968-99-5
First published in 2014 by Porcupine Press
Re-Published by Book Lingo in 2019
Email: publish@booklingo.co.za
Website: www.booklingo.co.za
Chapter 1: Alone 13
Chapter 2: Starting over 19
Chapter 3: Rescuing men 26
Chapter 4: Daddy issues 38
Chapter 5: Early days 48
Chapter 6: Dealing with reality 89
Chapter 7: I cried and cried 55
Chapter 8: Lebo the entrepreneur 66
Chapter 9: Bankrupt 69
Chapter 10: Healing 78
Epilogue: A new day 85
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This book is dedicated to my children and my mother.
To Tsholo
You give me hope, my girl. I don’t know where my life
would have been had it not been for you. Your birth was
a huge blessing in disguise. I love you madly.
To Thebe
You give me strength always. Your easy smile, your ability
to be vulnerable is where your strength lies, and it’s what
makes you so special. Thank you kindly, my shield. I’m
mad about you.
To Tau
You are extraordinary. You entered this world at the most
difficult time of my life, against all odds. You are a strong
little man; you continue to amaze me, my young Lion.
I love you.
To my mother
To my now late mother, I would like to thank you for
mothering my children when I could not. For supporting
me when you did not have to. For always believing in my
impossible dreams. You are the wind beneath my wings. I
love you dearly, Ma. Thank you.
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FOREWORD
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and control over their own destiny.
Pule is a powerful storyteller who unites the army
of oppressed women, and articulates their soul ache and
redefines their agenda. She tells of her overwhelming
desire to be true to self. This story tells of her own raw
experience, and it will compel the reader to realise that the
female purpose is not simply to find a husband or fight to
be equal to men. It clearly states that women have a choice
to learn from their mistakes and not to perpetuate the
culture that silences and oppresses them.
This book will provoke, enlighten, amuse and shock
with its courageous honesty and self-revelation. This
glimpse into Pule’s inner dialogue will encourage women
to participate in community conversations and in the
national discourse. The book is an important development
in telling the collective story of what it is like to be black
and female.
Sandile Memela
April 2014
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Introduction
Smooth seas do not a skilled sailor make
African Proverb
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Chapter One
Alone
Only when the waters are still can you see a clear
reflection of yourself.
Lebo Pule
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WHEN I WAS twenty-two, I was already in my fourth
year of marriage. My second child was born, my sweet
son, Thebe. Thebe is a Tswana name for shield. I really
could not ask for a sweeter child. Thebe is the type of
person who feels deeply and gets overwhelmed by his
own emotions and intuition. He does not feel the need
to hide or camouflage his feelings, as other boys do. He
rarely, if ever, hides his excitement or his sadness. He is
very expressive and there is a naivety about the way he
conducts himself, which is so endearing. My third child
was born in 2007, my baby boy, Tau – my little lion. When
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WHILE I LIVED alone in Boksburg in 2008, my children
stayed with my parents at East Bank in Alexandra. Just a
few months earlier, I was also living with my parents. My
children and I had nowhere else to go but home after I lost
my business, which had been my sole income for the past
four years. This decision to return to my parents’ house
was one of the toughest I’ve ever had to make, because to
me, it meant that I had failed. I had failed to make my life
work; I had failed to take care of my children and myself.
It meant that I was not the smart, resourceful, successful
woman I thought I was.
I felt naked and embarrassed. I was so distressed I used
to dream of being naked or falling. Most psychologists
interpret dreams of being naked in a public place as having
deep feelings of insecurity, feeling unprotected, while the
falling dreams would represent being unsupported. These
interpretations were spot-on in my case; I felt insecure,
unsure of myself, exposed and vulnerable. Moving back
home was indeed a humbling experience. I had no income,
I was unemployed and possibly also unemployable.
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Chapter Two
Starting over
Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing
Seneca
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and realised that Alexandra was not such a bad place for
children his age. There were always lots of friends and
activities, unlike in a typical suburban setting where the
highlights would be swimming, PlayStation and Dragon
Ball Z games. He joined a local soccer team and turned
out to be a talented player.
He took comfort in my frequent visits, sometime
three times a week after work, and our shared weekends,
the four of us, together. This, and many gifts, managed to
compensate for my not being physically present.
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Chapter Three
Rescuing men
This is a man’s world
James Brown
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and trap him or for causing problems in the boy’s life. The
girls were labelled promiscuous, irresponsible or a ‘gold
digger’. The married men who impregnated school girls
were fiercely protected by society; the blame was always
placed on the girl.
My rescuer syndrome developed because I wanted to
prove that men can be needy and vulnerable. Men need
help, my help in particular, subconsciously I vowed to be
the man.
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NOW THAT I had all this space and was alone, I gave
myself time to make sense of my rescuer syndrome.
Thinking back, I recognise that though I did not
consciously look for men who were in need of my help, I
consciously avoided those that didn’t. I remember saying
that I did not want to date anyone who is established and
accomplished because he would want to control me.
The truth is that I feared that they would not need
me. It was very important to be needed because I did not
think that I had value as I was. I wanted to start from the
bottom with someone so that we can build something
together, contribute equally to each other’s successes and
lives. Despite this, I gravitated towards those who needed
lots of help, the parasitic types; and I did rescue a few. Like
any needy person, once they had received the help they
needed, they simply moved on. This tended to leave me
feeling bitter and resentful. Or I would not be happy with
this newly confident and restored man and would find a
way to chase him away – which would leave me with the
same feelings of bitterness and resentment.
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Chapter Four
Daddy issues
The sins of the father will be visited upon the son
The Bible
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Monday to Thursday.
On Fridays, after receiving his weekly wage, he would
come home with fruit as treats for the children, something
I really looked forward to. It was the only time my dad did
something thoughtful for us. After dropping off the fruits,
he would disappear until the early hours of Saturday
morning, when he would come home very drunk. Every
weekend would be characterised by a drunken, loud and
very violent father. He would always hit my mother, he
would hit her privately, he would hit her publicly and he
would hit her in front of us.
No one came to my mother’s rescue except my aunt,
Mamcane Nomvula. She was the one who stood up to
him. She would get into fistfights with my father; she was
a strong woman who took no nonsense from anyone, men
in particular. My father loathed her. He would often call
her names because she had not lived with a man for any
length of time and she was unmarried.
Come Monday, the usual routine would resume.
My mother would wait on him hand and foot until
Thursday; this was over and above her equal financial
contribution to the household. On weekends, she would
wear the victim’s hat and she would take it all, the verbal,
emotional and physical abuse. He never once beat me or
any of his children. My mother always got the beatings.
This was my childhood. I suppose that in my little girl’s
mind I subconsciously resolved that a man would never
dominate me. This was the birth of the rescuer and the
over-achiever, the start of a series of over compensation
and over reliance on myself.
I don’t remember ever having a real conversation with
my father about anything significant. My father never
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have made a full lunch for us. She ensured that we changed
from our Sunday clothes, then she dished up for us before
going off to big church from noon until late evening.
My mother worked hard; she still does. She has always
been a working woman. She was the parent we went to
for everything from school stuff to Christmas clothes. Like
my father, my mother never really spoke to us. We didn’t
have a real relationship with her. She never specified any
rules, apart from sending us to church and ensuring that
we went to school. She was not a disciplinarian. She never
emphasised the importance of education or studying
further; she only emphasised the importance of God in
our lives.
It always astonished me when other children would
say things like ‘My mother would kill me if I did this’ or
‘I would get into so much trouble if my father found this
out’; we did not have that. Mother was very sweet to us
and tried her best to give us everything we wanted. My
mother worked hard to ensure that we lacked for nothing
materially, even though we were not wealthy and had no
luxuries. She made sure we were not destitute. My mother
always had a distant look in her eyes and she would
frequently speak to herself. I think my mother lived with
constant worry, in fear of my father. My mother and father
were never affectionate with each other, at least not in
front of us, like most African families. I have never seen
a hug, an affectionate touch or kiss between them. I am
not sure if they ever truly spoke. She was a busy mother at
home, cooking or cleaning or going to church; and if my
father was not sitting reading a newspaper he was absent.
I have never seen them sitting together, talking, laughing
and spending time with one another.
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Chapter Five
Early days
The young are permanently in a state of intoxication.
Aristotle
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him with all the care that a fifteen year old could afford,
I was also very scared of him – perhaps more scared of
him than in love with him. He belonged to the Azapos, a
group that was feared in the township. Dating him offered
me protection from the bad boys who wanted to take me
by force. I heard rumours that I was on the jack-rolling
target list. Jack-rolling meant the abduction and gang rape
of a girl, common practice then. This was seen as a mild
annoyance in the community, even accepted as the norm
but never treated as the serious crime it is. Boys could
gang rape a girl on a Friday afternoon, next Monday at
school they would parade and strut as the heroes who had
‘got her’.
When the time came to have sex with Kenneth, I
protested but I feared he would hit me the same way he
beat up anyone who so much as looked at me. Like most
young boys in the township, he believed in violence as a
way to solve any problem. He had a motto, ‘Hit first, ask
questions later.’ One afternoon after school, he said he
wanted me to prove my love to him.
‘But I do love you,’ I said unconvincingly.
‘I know; I just want you to prove it,’ he said. I knew
exactly what those words meant. The time I had dreaded
had come, the time to have sex with him.
I was terrified. I tried to refuse him, but he would
have none of it. I protested a little more, and he got
annoyed, which scared me even more. So I succumbed.
We had sex and a few months later I discovered I was
pregnant. The plan to hide my pregnancy did not work.
One Sunday morning I had just bathed and was dressing
in the bedroom I shared with my sister. I remember I was
struggling to fit into a skirt. It was February 1992 and I
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KENNETH, MY BABY’S father, turned out to be a very
good father to my daughter. Even when I was married he
would always reach out to his daughter. He would send
me money; he would want to see her; he insisted on her
visiting him at least once a month, something that I also
encouraged. One day, Kenneth urgently wanted to see me:
he told me there was something he needed to get off his
chest. I eventually granted him the meeting and he told
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Chapter Six
Dealing with reality
You cannot change what you do not acknowledge.
Dr Phillip McGraw
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Chapter Seven
I cried and cried
‘Cry me a river … ‘cause I cried a river over you.
Arthur Hamilton
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Chapter Eight
Lebo the entrepreneur
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Title of 1966 Spaghetti Western film
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listened to no one.
My main supplier, Brian Strang, was a wise old man
and he tried to talk to me. He suspected that my business
was struggling because I no longer paid them regularly.
He invited me for lunch at his house and told me about the
dealers he had seen come and go in his twenty-two years in
the furniture manufacturing business. He was determined
to help me not to go the same route and suggested that I
give up the big office and showroom and keep only one
staff member. He offered me part of his factory rent-free,
and he and his partners offered to teach me everything
they knew about furniture and how to run a successful
business. But I did not hear any of that; all I heard was an
old white man who wanted to swallow me whole.
I thought Brian wanted to make me a front for his
business, having a black female in his business to increase
his BEE status. His advice was genuine and I didn’t take it.
Brian believed in me, he always put in a good word for me
and made sure that other manufacturing firms supplied
me with what he could not supply. Despite this, I paid
everyone else except Brian. I lied, saying clients had not
paid me; while I had used money owing to him to pay my
credit card or something else unimportant.
I was getting deeper and deeper into trouble and was
naively hopeful that my business would pick up as soon as
the industry lifted. I refused to work at Brian’s office as he
had suggested and carried on in complete denial. I asked
the bank for a larger overdraft, I lived on my credit card to
continue with a lifestyle I could no longer afford.
The only advice I took from Brian was about the office.
I did not renew my lease with my landlord because he
made it very clear that our relationship would only work if
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Chapter Nine
Bankrupt
Many small businesses are doomed from day one,
not from competition or the economy, but from
the ignorance of their owners . . . their destiny is
already decided because they have no idea how a
business should be operated.
William Manchee,
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turn your life around. If I were you, I would put the house
up for sale because it is going to follow. You did buy the
house, right? Or are you renting it?’
‘No, I bought it,’ I answered, crying.
‘Which bank? Who’s your bond holder?’
‘ABSA.’
He shook his head, no longer with only concern, but
also deep worry.
‘Absa is the strictest; they will auction it off for sure.
How many months have you missed your payment?’
‘Four months, maybe five.’ I hesitated, but in fact I was
not sure, that was how dazed and in denial I was.
‘Put it up for sale, Ms Pule, put it up for sale right now.
They are going to take it if you don’t,’ he emphasised. I did
not listen. I managed to pay the bond with the scraps of
money I borrowed from friends, friends I promised to pay
as soon as a tender came through. This interim plan was
not sustainable and my house was auctioned off on the
second of November 2006. The highest bidder bought it
for R500 000. I had paid R650 000.
I had bought the house prematurely under some
imagined pressure: I thought that because I was a
businesswoman I needed to stop renting and start paying
a bond like a grown up. When I bought the house I put
down a deposit of R150 000. I had missed eight months
instalments and my house was gone.
The highest bidders were in the business of property,
they bought houses at auctions, fixed them up and sold
them. My house did not need any fixing. I had repainted,
re-tiled and re-carpeted every square centimetre, and
I had done up the garden too. The only thing they had
to do was to clean up the pool, which I could not afford
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Chapter Ten
Healing
Behold, I make everything new
The Bible
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Epilogue
A new day
The morning is wiser than the evening.
Russian proverb
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