KGOMOTSO: HIS FIRST

Chapter 15

SIMPHIWE

I have so many questions.
When did this happen?
How?
Do I now tell her that I also converted three years ago?
Should I ask her about it?
Should I now start putting out hints too? Will she even tell me? See? So many questions!
I really don't know how to feel about this. I mean, yes, it's an amazing thing that she wants to change her life, it's always been a wish of mine, but should I feel now that she's actually doing it? Maybe I'm overthinking and she thought church was a nightmare or that Scholtz's preaching was too much for her. Deep down I hope it actually wasn't like that.

She's cooking with Bonolo and I'm just seated in the lounge with Sihle watching some show on SABC 1 that I'm not paying attention to. I think it's that show called A Place Called Home. It looks like it, but I'm not paying attention because I'm MXit-ing Kgomotso.

Bonolo: "Ooh! Please move, Sihle."

He leaves her some space to sit.
She's done cooking already?

Bonolo: "So, who are you talking to, Phiwe?"

For a person who doesn't like me, she sure is nosy.

Simphiwe: "It's none of your concern."

Bonolo: "Oh come on! Is it a girlfriend? You know that I'm now your sister right so you can tell me anything."

Simphiwe: "Oh, so now you wanna be my sister?" Sihle scoffs.

Bonolo: "Don't be like this now."

Simphiwe: "Like what? Literally two weeks ago you said I was weird."

Bonolo: "That's in the past now, the Bible says that we should move on from the past."

Sihle can't hold his laughter anymore.

Simphiwe: "And you want to use that for your own benefit?"

I'm not going to let a 14-year-old girl I hardly know manipulate me.

Bonolo: "Sooner or later, I'm gonna know."

Simphiwe: "Good luck finding that out."

NTOMBELE

I can hear them all the way from the kitchen. I think those two will get along just fine. I have a feeling they might be close eventually. But I have a lot on my mind right now; this whole church thing. It's a lot. I mean, how do I tell my son that I went to church?

Listen, I promised myself that I'm going to make an effort to build a relationship with my son by not hiding anything from him, but this is something that will seem difficult to tell. I'm planning on telling him this tonight. I don't when or how.

My phone is ringing.

"Hello dade." Ayanda?

Ntombele: "Ayanda?"

This girl has been very distant from us. I haven't seen her since last Christmas. She hadn't called us nor sent us an SMS. Not to me, or Velephi or our mother.

Ayanda: "Uhm, can you please fetch me from the airport?"

Ntombele: "Which airport now?"