Turning Table

Part 103

***Running with a pack of Wolves****

🌹Lethukuthula🌹

There are lots of traditionally “female” tasks that I’ve never quite gotten a grasp on walking in very tall heels, putting on eyeliner, wearing flattering pants. But while I’m okay with my fashion and beauty choices leaning toward the whatever-is-easiest option, there’s one arena where feminism be damned, I feel guilty for failing to live up to my “womanly” duties, and that’s the domestic sphere.

Since I started dating Mlondi he has hinted countless times to me that he loves an allrounder of a woman, a freak under the sheets, the lady on the street, and domesticated women.
I’ve realized that the two points he needs from his women I have mustard and the last one I know for a fact that I am outclassed, I am domestically challenged when it comes to cooking, cleaning, decorating, and all things related to keeping a home looking like, well, a home. I didn’t grow up learning about those kinds of tasks. Mostly because I was born in a house where there were maids and housekeeper

Sure, my mother and I did laundry, vacuumed, and washed dishes, it was not doing it because we have to, more as we did it for fun to catch up, and I paid no attention to the choirs at hand, things were more often haphazard than immaculate. My boyfriend, however, takes after his mom I think,  Mlondi is so polished, I lovingly refer to him as a “neat freak.” He objects to the term, but I consider it 100% accurate. He gets antsy if even one bed pillow cushion is astray. I’ve gone to the bathroom and returned to find he’s folded the blanket I was using mere moments ago. His closet is color-coordinated,  and I bet he can cook, course ya he did make me breakfast on one occasion, and there is me,? Well, I’m the exact opposite. I can hard-boil eggs and make noodles, and that’s about it. I toss my belongings wherever is most convenient and don’t care if a stray pile of mail sits on a living room chair for days or weeks or months, if I’m being honest, thank God for emails that had helped me with less paper clutter. I’ve never purchased a bed, couch, or any other furniture, instead, I buy or rent an apartment that is fully furnished, I make my bed when we’re having company, but otherwise actually prefer to climb back into my already nicely rumpled sheets.

And this man knowing the kind of woman I am decided to bring friends along and demanded me food!
I jumped a bit as the loud roar of laughter shook the house, my guy is busy shouting at the T.V and God can this guy swear at each other.

I hold my kitchen counter breathing in, Lord what have I gotten myself into?
I tried calling Liya but her line is on voice mail, damn it!
So what do you feed hungry Zulu man?   I looked at the frozen lamb chops in front of me,  I bite my lip thinking will this be enough?

" urg fuck this!"
I took my phone out from my pocket and ordered food,
I took my wine bottle and started drinking from the bottle, I leaned over the counter and looked at my social media on my phone, yooh Mbali and Jisha are trending again
The LGBT community has rated them the couple of the year, I smiled looking at one caption with them in an all-white party states that they are " Goals" I smile and sent my comment
~~ I'm glad that Mbali Found a heart that will love her at her worst and arms that will hold her at weakest, you two are the couples that are meant to be,  the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart, and come out even stronger #goals~~

"Hahyi hahyi Mam-Ntungwa kunamododa lendlini and wena udunusile nje"
I rolled my eyes at him, he moves closer to take the throw from the kitchen counter
Me: you put that think over my waist one more time and I will shoot your hands"
I said without looking at him,  he raised his hands surrendering, he slowly moves towards me, more like limps to stand behind me,
Him: I would like this view to be for my eyes only "

He said running his hands on my ass, he place his hands on my waist and started dry humping me making me giggle
Me: stop it!"
He rested his body on top of my back,
Me: mmmm Mlondi you heavy "
Him: where is my food " he said biting my ear,  I pop my eyes open shit, I suddenly felt inadequate that I don’t have a simmering pot of something delicious bubbling on the stove,
Him: Lethukuthula " he said stepping away from me,

I slowly turned around to look at him, God his so tall and intimidating
Him: mmm"
Me: it's coming "
Him: ini?"
Me: babe the meat is frozen and... "
Him: and what?"
Fuck!  I bite my lip thinking of a lie,
I found myself grappling with a strange mix of guilt and shame around not being more domestic. I suddenly mentally compared myself to who I imagined his ex-girlfriend to be. I  wondered if he missed having a partner who’d spend her weekends creating grand edible concoctions rather than lying curled up making crazy love under the sheets or fighting even worst shooting each other.
I pouted as I felt a discomfort stemming from feeling like I don’t measure up to what I “should” do for my Men. Lord knows I want to be more of a Martha Stewart than a Max on 2 Broke Girls. But I have a feeling my fantasy version of myself as a domestic goddess will remain just that — a fantasy.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him,  I pouted my lips giving him my cute puppy look
Him: yoo usuqalile "
Me: I'm not in a mood for cooking "
I lied I don't know how to cook but I will keep that to myself for now, while I take an online cause to upskill myself
Him:Mam-Ntungwa I'm still very much hungry "
He said looking at me with his so seductive eyes, My phone beeped and I beamed

Me: Then let me feed you babazi "
I said jumping off him,
Him: you walking around naked!!"
Me: hhayi suka "
I said waving my hand off him, he stood there shaking his head, I collected the food from the delivery guy and made my way back to the kitchen to plate it up, I found Samukelo and Mlondi talking softly, their facial expressions said it all, something is wrong.

Me: what's wrong? "
Mlondi looked at me, and then back at Samukelo
He then pulled me by my hand and dragged me to my bedroom, I was still shocked that how quick that was since he was limping and all, he pushed me to the bed and banged the door, and locked it

Me: what?"
He looked at me not saying a word, God this look again, the very same look he gave me when he told me about his true identity
Me: Mlondi you scaring me "
He ran his thumb on his lip looking at me
Me: Mlondi Mani just say it!!" I said banging the bed

Him: what I'm going to ask you, you better not lie to me.  .  . because  ..."
He bites his lip,
Right there I knew that I'm not speaking to Mlondi but the ruthless Shaka Zulu, the side of Mlondi that scares me the most, I swallowed looking at him as he came forward and place two of his hands on my side pressing the Mattress, caging me
in his hold while looking at me straight into my eyes

Him: in your report that you sent to Muntu did you tell her about me?"
Me: what was there to tell when I only knew who you were 24 hours ago"
Him: I need to see all your reports "
Me: Mlondi I just gave you my word, why do I feel like you don't trust me? "
Him: I asked you to choose a side Lethukuthula"
Me:and I did! I chose you!!!"
Him: me who?"
Me: all of you, Mlondi! The good, the bad, the ugly all of you God damn it!"
Him: then why you haven't sent your resignation letter..."
I looked at him with an ew expression, how the fuck did he know that?
Him: not only that but why is that few hours with you away from me there is suddenly a headhunt sent for me by your boss! "
I dropped my mouth open
Him: tell me you are not part of this Lethukuthula!"
He said grinding his teeth he is mad very mad,  ooh shit the animal is out.