BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 58

SANDILE

She sharply turns with her eyes popped out.

Meme: I…w…I…

Words get lost on the roof of her tongue as she stutters. She looks at the floor then back at me.

Meme: No, they are not. It’s a fabric that looks like them.

She nervously giggles.

Meme: What do you think I would do to your boxers baby.

I thinned my eyes on her.

Me: Let me see.

Her eyes widen further more.

Meme: What?

Me: It’s a fabric right?

Meme: Yes.

Me: Then you wouldn’t have a problem of me seeing it.

I take a step forward but she takes one back.

Meme: I told you it’s just a fabric.

She snaps agitated.

Me: Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.

I threaten snatching the item in her hand. She raises her hand and slaps me so hard.

Meme: (screaming) I told you it’s a fabric. What are you trying to prove?

I blink rapidly to clear the fog out of my eyes while my breath escalates. I could feel my blood boiling. My pupils delight. She clicks her tongue and picks up the items on the floor. In my years of living I have never raised my hand on a woman but this one she’s pushing me.

Meme: You’re getting out of hand. I don’t know since when don’t you listen to me.

My hand find the back of her neck and I pin her on the floor. She screams wiping the floor with her face.

Me: Who do you think you’re talking to?

Meme: (screaming) Baby please you’re hurting me.

I click my tongue and place my knee on her back and pick what’s on the floor.

Me: The fuck is this?

Meme: Baby please don’t do this.

She cries thrashing around on the floor. My eyes set on the piece of paper with red and black strings. My full name and surname is written in the middle and the needle piercing on the middle. I knit my eyebrows.

Me: What the fuck is this?

Meme: It’s nothing. I was praying for us.

Me: When you look at me do you perhaps see a fool? You think I will believe that?

Meme: (crying) It’s the truth baby. I promise you.

A dark chuckle escape my lips.

Me: You’re using witchcraft on me, Mamello?

She swallows her cries. I clutch her dress shirt and raise her to her feet.

Meme: It’s not what you think. Baby I can explain.

Me: Ungisebenzisela umuthi?

She shakes her head with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Me: Ungisebenzisela umuthi, Mamello?

I repeat roaring at her. She jumps startled.

Meme: I’m not a witch.

Me: Okay so you’re not willing to talk?