Turning Table

Part 22

***...weariness seemed to settle on him like a coating of dust.***

🌹Liyana🌹

It's my tea break and already I feel like taking a long nap, working two jobs is going to be very straining but I just got to do what I have to do... I can't really on my brother for everything and my mother is useless as they come.

Growing up in the suburban area you would have thought our mother will downgrade after our father left her, she was a housewife had no job and she still took the house and cars and worst part decided to stay in that house,
" my children we need to sacrifice to make a living this dog just left us "
While growing up I thought 'we' meant her included but no Mangalisa my brother was supposed to work and maintain her living standard, on the other hand, he was paying for my school fees and putting food on the table, I have heard of black tax but my mother is just one of a kind when it comes to demanding money that she never worked for. . .

Me: ma"
Her: I'm late for my appointment Liyana"
Me: ma, I get paid on the 25th I don't have money "
Her: Liyana you don't have a child or a man Kahle Kahle uyenzani imali? "
Me: I got school fees to pay!! "
Her: yeyiwena didn't I tell you to drop that noncess and you did not listen to me, now it's my fault you have bills to pay!!... I'm on my way to the salon I better hear my phone beeping uyezwa!"
She dropped the call on me and I just place my head on the table, fighting my tears not to come out

I felt someone tapping my shoulder
" your phone is ringing "
I looked up and I was meet by some guy, I blinked recognizing him, no wait I know him
Me: oh my God are you Pastor Majozi Jr"
He laughed
Him: even without dreadlocks you recognize me?"
I laughed and drop LT incoming call,
Me: are you kidding me, I love your show I used to watch it every Sunday "
Him: it's a sermon "
Me: aish ya"
He laughed
Him: " what made you stop watching?"
I rolled my eyes
Me: life "
Him: maybe you should come to church and we can take that thinking too much about life and turn it into worshiping"
Me: no offense but  I kind of have beef with Jesus, I will pass"
Him: wow that is interesting so if there is beef,  there must be a plate why don't you dish up?"

I laughed, now that was funny he folded his arms and looked at me waiting for me to explain
Him: so?"
I laughed shaking my head
He looked at me and I just looked away, biting my lip urg might as well tell him

Me: you know When I was a young girl, I thought I was special to God.
I was convinced that He had big, important plans for me.  I didn’t know exactly what those plans were. But I knew they were extraordinary.

I’d quiver with excitement whenever I thought about it.  Electrified with anticipation for my future life. I could see it whenever I closed my eyes.  I’d go to the far corners of the Earth, and accomplish unimaginably wonderful things. All arranged by God.

I didn’t know exactly what I’d do, or how, or where.  But I knew God had special plans.

But then I gave up.

I gave up on him and I gave up on the still undiscovered plans He had for me.
I gave up because He seemed unexpectedly silent in my life.  My cries for direction, for help, for knowledge of the next step all went unanswered.  "
Him: how do you know they were not answered"
Me: because all my life I feel like a honey bee, was born by the Queen bee, and I must spend my entire life working for the Queen, protecting the hive and make honey for the Queen, day in and day out doing the same thing, till I die with no purpose or direction "

Him: I don't understand?"
I notice Dr. Dlamini walking towards us,
Me: never mind " I said brushing it off, damn I talk too much it's even irritating me,
Dr. Dlamini:  Sindy and Menzi are ready for you " she said to the pastor
Him: how long before the surgery?"
Dr: 15 min max... please Nkonzo I need you to ask your God that we deliver a healthy baby "
Him: it does not work like that Zoe and stop calling him my God"
I looked at them talking but Dr. Dlamini turned and looked at me

Dr: what are you looking at? Kokuqala nje you came late this morning go make up your time "
Me: uuuh yes mam" I nodded, smiled, and thanked Postor Majozi for listening ing to me, it was un inappropriate to just dish out my chest to him like that, and fuck I feel a tad embarrassed right now for being such a loudmouth.

" hay...did you know that beef goes well with gravy  "
I stopped and looked at the pastor with a side smile,

Him: look I understand Wars of life are exhausting, especially long-term ones. That’s why you are often tired. Just like  Many soldiers, who experience the fierceness of combat, want to get out of it. That’s why you’re tempted to escape too, That’s why you’re tempted to give up. When we experience affliction, whether it's the death of a family member, the pain of heartbreak, or family problems, the author of Romans tells us to be patient. Pray earnestly. God can work anything out for our good and His glory.
Have a beef with him it's fine but do not become weary in doing what's feels right to you, even when you hate it, for at the proper time you will reap a harvest if you do not give up”

Me: I will keep that in mind, thank you again, "
Him: thank you for the meal..."
I laughed walking away out, I took out my phone and checked my balance, I was left with R295,02, I bite my lip as I sent R200 to my mother's account, I'm left with less than R92.2 thanks to bank charges,  this is not enough for transport or for anything of that sort,  I got another side hustle at night and I still have a full week to work before pay date, how am I going to get to work?

I looked at my phone beeping it was a text from mom.
" what the fuck must I do with R200?... Uyahlanya yini!!!"
I breathe out loud and just switch off my phone stepping in my workstation...already drawing this day.
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