Kaboentle.
"Khumo please get your sneakers back on were leaving in fifteen minutes, Kopano I don't want to repeat myself, get your hockey stick into the Car ,please baby..."
I try to drill them as fast as I can because as it is we are late for traffick and I don't want them to be late on my watch.
In my defense, I am used to only drilling two kids and Lubanzi is old enough to carry out his own routine and mind you that boy took after his father with their punctuality, he's always punctual and Nkanyezi, lord Nkanyezi is very undecisive and sometimes but we barely leave the house with both our sanity in tact after biting each other's heads off for a pair of glitter sneakers.
I don't know how ausi Tshego does it, honestly because it's too much but i am enjoying this though, more than i should and ausi Tshego, she's still very much pregnant that one I won't even touch on her., at some point in the week mama came here and cooked up some herbs that had the house smelling all weird and their said to induce labor quickly, she rubbed some more herbs on her belly too, but still nothing. At this point, this little girl wants nothing to do with coming into this earth and I don't blame her becoming a Moloi princess is not for the weak and apparently it was the same story with me, mama said that she was in labor for more than twelve hours before she gave birth to me and that frightened ausi Tshego and she simply said that that's the way things are for the woman in the Moloi family especially with their daughters, hence theres only ever one baby girl every generation of the moloi lineage.
It was fascinating hearing our history from mama's perspective and it was really nice getting to spend time with them like that more especially right after that conversation with Mo.
I didn't speak with him again, because I needed space and I wasn't ready for all these deep emotions that he continues to bring with him, all these intense everything but you can't spell Mogomotsi without tense, he's always tense even his aura, it has always been tense and serious but I've always gravitated to it because one thing about Mo, he will smile, and I love that about him, even though he has a scary resting bitch face.
We last spoke when we parted ways at the workshop and I thanked him for helping me and that was it and I actually focused on what I stayed here to do.
So today I've decided to go back to my routine and do palates at my old palates studio before I moved to KZN after i drop of the boys.
Abuti Kghosi flies down the stairs with his tie in his hand and his jacket open and his shirt barely buttoned up at the top.
"Nana."
He greets as he turns on the nespresso machine and I look at him.
"Morning abuti."
I greet him back as I load the dishwasher with the dishes from breakfast and I close it before tidying up the counter again and he just waits next to the coffee bar while he fixes his shirt, his tie and his watch before he clears his throat.
"How's uh... how have you been ?"
He asks and I look at him and I just remain quietly standing behind the counter and for a second I see him second guess himself because of my silence so I decide to put him out of his misery.
"Fine."
I answer before I zip up the rest of the boys bags after throwing in a few apples and juice boxes and a powerade for Kghalefa for extra murals because i don't him to bite my limbs off for putting juice boxes in his lunch, he's just about had it with me shame.
I packed two lunch boxes for them because they usually knock off from school pretty late so I made sure to bulk up their lunches.
"Nana look I... I am really greatful that your here, you know helping with the kids, this really means a lot to us."
He says sounding sincere this time, but my fucks have run out.
"Yeah, sure."
I answer and I look away from him.
"Kghalefa, ketlole tlogela babotlhe, you will walk Yourselves to school."
[I will leave you all.]
I yell at the other three to come down again, I don't even know what they were doing up there.
