the name is Imani

chapter 36

THURSDAY, 07 NOVEMBER

I am currently on a break at work. Armani is at Nursery. Yes, she is at nursery. It was kind of a hustle getting her in there at this time of the year but there's nothing that money can't do. I will enroll her properly next year.

Anyway, I am scrolling trough my media when I decide to post a photo of Neo and Armani holding hands. I caption it with a white heart. After a few minutes, I get a call from Zizwe.

Zizwe: please take it down.
Me: take what down?
Zizwe: your post. listen, your boyfriend should not have access to my daughter.
Me: are you mad?
Zizwe: don't ask me that, why is your boyfriend hanging around my daughter?
Me: Zizwe, listen here. you will not control my life and you will not tell me what to do, when to do it or how to do it either. Neo and Armani share an amazing bond, whether you like it or not. swallow your pride or throw it away because Neo is here and he is here to stay. now, some of us actually have things to do than to be big bullies.
Zizwe: oh, so I am being a bully?
Me: bye, Zizwe. enjoy the rest of your day.

I end the call and get back to work. Not only do we have to speed up production but I need to interview a couple of people for the co-director position. I won't allow Zizwe being a bully to dampen me or stress me out. I have things to do, I am not jobless.

Me: QUIET ON SET!

14:00
I am currently on my way to the nursery to fetch my best friend. Dropping her off in the morning was a mission, her cries pierces trough my heart.

I get down and walk in. The moment I walk trough the door, she runs to me.

Armani: mommy! you look beautiful, mommy.
Me: thank you, doll.

I am wearing black joggers, a black Chanel bodysuit, white cardigan which I now have tied around my waist. I have installed a 13*4 frontal lace curly wig with a 220 density. It is also a 28 inch wig.

I am wearing a black NY cap and black Nike trainers. Don't judge me, I was at work.

I take her bag and hold her hand while we walk out together. I walk over to the car and buckle her up in her carseat before closing her door. I look to my left and see a trio of housewives. Could never be me, I enjoy making my own money.

I get in the car and we go home. The moment we get home, I run her a bath. I add some bath foam, some of her rubber ducks. While she is busy playing with the water, I wash her hair. I then bather her, take her out of the bathtub, dry her hair and dress her in some pyjamas.

We get a video call from now and we chat to him whole I do her hair. I really appreciate that he called now, perfect timing. I do my routine as well and then we go to bed. We sit and watch some nursery rhymes before getting a video call from Zizwe.

Zizwe: hey, can I please talk to my daughter?

I hand the phone to Armani and go to the kitchen to get some water. I hear little footsteps coming into the kitchen.

Armani: mama, papa want to talk to you.
Me: okay, my angel.

I take the phone from her.

Zizwe: Imani, can we please talk about it?
Me: about what?
Zizwe: you bringing your boyfriend around my daughter. you are going to confuse her.
Me: my daughter is not confused and she never will be, please let us be.
Zizwe: Imani, I am asking you nicely. don't make me do this the hard way.
Me: bring it on, Nkosiyezizwe Khumalo. hit me with your best shot. I am tired of your threats and you thinking that you have power over me. you will not use my daughter against me.

He ends the call and honestly, I couldn't care less. The Khumalo brothers are big bullies.