Ziphozethu

8

"So? How's it going with the pastor?" I asked Sethu on our lunch break. "We've been on five dates and he still hasn't made a move yet. But I'm prepared whenever he does. I'm even drinking these fertility herbs that I got from a traditional healer." She said and I was shocked. "No way. You went to a sangoma?" She just shrugged like it was nothing.

"Yes, I need this man to stay. Zethu he's taking over the big church. The one your exes father used to preach at. That job comes with a lot of money and a big house. I am marrying this man even if it means trapping him with a baby."

"Wait, what happened to Samke and his family?" I asked and she got all excited. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you! His father was steeling money from the church and he was caught sleeping with underaged girls. The whole family is on the run. I couldn't believe it when I heard it." I was shocked. Not at the sleeping with underaged girls part but at the steeling money part. They all acted as if they were so holy.

Months went by and I still didn't meet anyone. Sethu and her pastor were going strong and I still wasn't even dating anyone. Sicelo decided not to come home for the winter break and besides for needing money I needed companionship.

"Zethu. Come here." I was working a double shift and there was some drunk annoying guy going on about his wife who wouldn't go home, also I wasn't in the mood to deal with Xolisa. "Roll your eyes all you want but you're gonna thank me later." He showed me his phone and I read the Google search. "Moses Nkunzi Gumede, third richest man in Africa... Okay, Xolisa. Where the hell do you expect me to find him?" I said totally annoyed. He just rolled his eyes.

"Right there in the corner you idiot." My eyes went wide as I stared at the sad man in the corner and the picture on the phone. "Wow." I couldn't believe this was happening. "I suggest you take him home with you. There's not a car in sight so somehow he got here and now he has no way if getting back where he belongs. Also, I need to lock up. Now go get your husband and remember what Sethu said. Boost his ego to the max."

I nodded and walked up to his table. "Baba, we're about to close up. Is there anyway for me to get you home?" I asked innocently. "Home? Home! I'm never going back home! I'd rather die in a ditch than go home! I'm not going home. Bring me more booze!" He yelled sluring his words.

"Baba, we're closing. You can't stay here." He pulled me into his lap. "Then where must I go? I have nowhere to go. My car has been stolen, my wife has been cheating on me with my brother, and my life has fallen apart. Where am I supposed to go? Huh?" He asked and started crying. He planted his face in my chest and cried like a baby. That's when I went in for the kill. "You can come home with me.  I'll take care if you."

He looked up at me. "Really? You'll help me?" I nodded. When he finally let me go I went to put on my coat and I took forever to lead this drunk man to my shack. When we got there he started undressing himself. I thought he wanted to sleep with  me but he just got into bed once he was down to his underwear.

I didn't get much sleep because of his snoring but it gave me the opportunity to get up really early. I wrapped a scarf around my head and out on a white long sleeve vest. I opted for no bra just so my nipples could draw his attention even though I was going for a more traditional wife look. I put on a lace thong and wrapped a thin piece of fabric with African print on it around my waist. It was very old so you could kind of see through it. I checked myself out and with my home slippers on I looked like someone's submissive wife.

I prepared breakfast for him hoping the smell would wake him. When I turned around to set the table he was standing there in his underwear holding a knife. I immediately put my hands up and started pleading for him to out it down. "Who are you?!" He asked and my breathing started to pick up. "I'm Ziphozethu. I met you last night at the restaurant I work in and you were telling me how you had no place to stay. I said you could stay here for the the night and I brought you home with me. Please put the knife down." I rambled off.