Rose Colored Glasses

Chapter 12

*MUSA*

if there's one thing in my life I hate it's spotlight and attention. Yeah I know you are probably rolling your eyes saying"how ironic" since I partially caused this but on a serious note, I hate drama. Women tend to think that being pyscho, rude, loud and dramatic is attractive and shit, well it's not.

It's makes you look cheap with zero class of respect for yourself. I don't know how the hell did Imi ended up on Ayanda's table , but what I won't appreciate is how Ayanda spoke to her.

I pull her closer to me with her arm, hissing under my breath trying so much not to cause more scene than this
" What the hell did just happen?"
"She provoked Musa.. "
" Even so, did you have to say all those nasty things to her?"
" What was I supposed to say? Clap for her? "
" Ayanda you are going to drive me crazy! I told you if such ever happen, walk away! "
" Angeke shame! Your wife should stop creating unnecessary drama if she can't handle it"
" Athule would you stop being stubborn and listen! "
I half shout and she pulls herself from me blinking twice. Shit! Did I just call her by Athule? Fuck!
" Who did you just call me?"
"Baby I..."
"No Musa, fuck off"

She grabs her handbag and walk away. Her friend shouts after her picking up her bag..
" You are such a dog. In fact dogs are whole lot nicer than you are. You are a pig. Nxx"

She clicks her tounge running after her friend. What did I just do? Could this day get any better? I sit down and rub my face listening to the headache that's pounding..

*ATHULE*

“Mommy how have you been?” I ask settling beside her and she smiles
“I’ve been good my baby. I’ve missed you” she says and I can't help bury my head on her lap
“I missed you too” I say to her her and she laughs playing with my hair. I don’t know which side of the family I got the hair from but my hair is most probably 20 inches long, the texture of my hair is that of my mother’s because her hair is soft and curly and while my grandmother from my father’s side also had long hair but hers was straight.
“Pa ek het vleis gekoop. Ek weet nie of julle honger het nie of?” (Dad I bought meat. I don’t know if you guys are hungry or?) I say
Mom pushes my head “Usuke phezu kwam xa uzo ghe-gheza apha” (get off me if you going to be busy speaking this ghe-ghe thing) she says annoyed and we laugh at her. She always acts as if she doesn’t understand Afrikaans when she is the same one that jumped on that apartheid dick.
“Liefie don’t be like that” Dad says with a smile
“You guys are annoying with this Afrikaans of yours all the time! Siphi na apha!” she says and we both laugh
“There's meat in the kitchen and goodies” I say
“Mkmkmk, I wonder where you got the money from” mom say pushing me off her
“Woman just tell me to get off your lap before you make me fall” I say sitting up and dad laughs
“jy vergeet dat ek jou ma is” (You forget that I’m your mom) she says walking to the kitchen
“ek is lief vir jou ook” (I love you too) I say and dad laughs
“the apple didn’t fall far from the tree” dad says
“I won't be sleeping over” I say and he frowns
“With school and work, I can't quite sleep here dad” I say and he nods
“So should I drive you to the rank when you done eating?” he asks and I shake my head no and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow “Uyajola?” he asks and I laugh
“Wow Dad. Can't I have friends?” I ask
“Ichomee ezikugodusayo ziphinde zikulande? Hay ndiyayqala!” (Friends that drive you home and gthen fetch you after. It's my first time hearing of such) he says and I laugh
“You are so dramatic dad. If you want to meet him then I’ll ask him to come inside” I say and he shoots me a look
“You must think we white! We don’t do that here” he says and I laugh
“Kinda ironic don’t you think? I mean you are white after all” I say and he shoots me a look
“Just because you married a Xhosa woman, it doesn’t mean your race is automatically sexually transmitted dad” I tease getting up preparing to run knowing that what I just said might score me a beating
“jy is nooit te oud om slae te kry nie!” (you never too old to get a beating!) he yells as I walk into the kitchen laughing
“What have you done now?” mom asks and I chuckle
“Nothing” she shoots me a look “Told him being Xhosa was not sexually transmitted” I say and mom laughs
“Yabona wena, angizazi noba ndakuchola kompi umgqomo. Awuna mbeko(I don’t know which dustbin I picked you up from. Such disrespect!) she says and I laugh “Unje nakulamadoda ujola nawo? Inoba indoda ingazbona seyikubhethile wena” (Is this how you are with the men you date? A man would probably find himself having beaten you up) she says and I shrug
“I’m an angel haibo!” I say defensively “Plus I’m not dating anyone” I say
She looks at me “Mkmkm, I wonder why” she says sarcastically and I laugh feeling the shade “Fix your attitude and maybe you might last” she says and I laugh
“My attitude is fine thank you very much! Ngoku Mambathane how have you guys been?” I ask her and she shrugs
“Things have been good. Either than your father’s leg troubling him” she says and I frown
“I thought the pills were working together with the ointments” I say and she shakes her head no
“They worked and then they stopped. You know your father and pills” she says and I sigh
“I’ll send him pills next week. I’ll send you money to come that side and have a doctor look at his leg” I say and she smiles
“You have a beautiful heart. I pray God blesses you with someone with just as good of a heart, one who will be able to tolerate this attitude of yours… poor thing” she says and I laugh
“So you just throwing shade nje today unprovoked” I say and she shrugs “Mom” I say and she looks at me
“There's this guy” I start off and she smiles, her eyes beam with joy making me laugh “Don’t look at me like that” I say and she shrugs
“Shoot me for being happy. Atleast you won't die alone with 40 cats” she says and I laugh
“Wow mom. This is why I don’t tell you things” I say and she laughs
“Ok I’m listening” I say
“I’m in an open relationship with him” she frowns “Don’t judge please” I say
“how does an open relationship work?” she asks
“We are free to see other people just as long as the other one knows” I say not wanting to mention it's mostly about sex because in my mother’s eyes I prefer to stay a virgin thank you very much!
“And how is that working out?” she asks “Do you guys sleep with the other people? Make this thing make sense because I’m really confused by this whole concept of it. What's the point of the relationship if you still see other people? Are you not sure what you want that you would continue to search? Educate me please”
.
.
*IMITHANDAZO*