BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 21

BUSISIWE

Mama: Who is the father?

She spits out seething.

Me: I’m not pregnant.

I protest moving away from her as she raises her hand again.

Mama: Suxoka marn. {Don’t lie}.

Me: I’m not lying. I’m not pregnant. What do you want me to do in order to prove to you that you’re wrong?

Mama: Take off that shirt.

Without wasting any time, I unbutton the shirt and take off the best underneath just to prove her wrong. I still stand with my truth that I’m not pregnant. She closes the gap between us and chuckle.

Mama: Just look at your stomach.

I drop my eyes to my stomach and see it a little bump.

Me: That doesn’t prove anything because I just eat.

Mama: You’re still denying it even after I caught you?

Me: I stand against my truth. I’m not pregnant.

I fold my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at her. She yanks her hands off me and grabs my breast through the bra. I whimper stepping back and shield my chest.

Mama: (yelling) Where is your truth right now? You’re pregnant and you just happened to be in denial. I should have known those good for nothing friends of yours will lead you to this. Do you understand that you just threw away your future just like that.

Me: Sore breast and a prudent stomach doesn’t prove anything.

I clap back.

Mama: Are you back chatting me, Busiswe.

Me: No but just telling you the truth. I’m tired of being accused of something I didn’t do. I’m not a child anymore.

Mama: As long you’re still living under my roof then you’re a child and you will obey by my rules.

I raise my eyebrows.

Me: What is that suppose to mean?

Mama: I want you out of my house. I can’t stay with another woman.

I gasped shocked.

Me: What? Mama I’m not pregnant.

I say for the umpteenth time and padded to the bed. Picking up my purse, I take out my phone and go straight to google. Maybe I should put her at ease but by showing her the symptoms of pregnancy which I don’t have. I’m tired of sounding like a broken record to her because it’s clearly we are not getting anywhere. 

Mama: Will you leave on your own or should I drag you out?

I raise my head from the phone and look at her.

Me: I’m googling the symptoms to prove your wrong.

She clicks her tongue and stumbles to the closet. She takes out my clothes and throw them on the floor. My heart skips a beat as I read all the symptoms. Unshed tears welled on my eyes.

Me: The internet is lying mama. It does all the time.

She ignores me and continues with her task at hand which is to take out my clothes.

Me: Mama it’s lying.

She opens the door and walks out. A few minutes later she comes back with two black bags and shove my clothes on.

Mama: Get out.

I shake my head and move back.

Me: Maybe they have bewitched me. I know my body and I’m telling you that I’m not pregnant.