My Mr Bogatsu

Twenty two - RIP to mother abandonment

Koketso

****We arrived home and I asked Nana to take Goa and Buhle to her room to freshen up. I put on some cologne and then went to the car. The ladies were quick and we got into my car. My little sisters Naledi and Thobile also entered the car. They greeted Goa and Buhle and gave me a look.****

Me: Thobile, Naledi meet Goapele and Buhle.

Naledi: Which one is your girlfriend?

Buhle: She is

***She said pointing at Goa who was seated in front. I think that her seating in front gave it away.****

Thobile: You are so beautiful

Goa: Thank you.

Buhle: ba ya fanelana neh? (They suit each other right?)

Naledi: Yes.

Me: Uhmm babe, these are my younger sisters

Goa: Nice to meet you.

Thobile: Nice to meet you too.

Naledi: So, do you really like our brother?

Me: Nana

Naledi: Please don't call me that

Me: Naledi behave please. Do not make her uncomfortable

Goa: It's okay. Yes I do

Naledi: I like you

Thobile: What do you do?

Me: She's a teacher

Thobile: Yoh okay abuti Goa

****Everyone laughed. I shook my head and they continued to grill her with questions. We arrived at the Maleka residence and my mood instantly dropped. Of course we were a little bit late. They had already started. We got out of the car and stood at the back.****

Buhle: Why isn't he going infront?

Goa: Buhle man

Buhle: It's his mom's funeral right?

Goa: Buhlebenkosi please

***I heard them whisper, later on we proceed to the gravesite, and even there I kept my distance. I saw my so called adoption little sister, Isabella seated in front and crying. It was time for the family to pour some soil. Mosetsana's parents and other family members stood and went. Isabella remained seated. I decided to go to the car and sat there. I found myself crying, not because she's dead, but because she made sure to deny me the chance to have a loving, caring and supportive mother. Tswalo has been that mother in my life, that I will never take for granted. It's just that there has been days where I wondered what it would be like to have my mother congratulate me, scold me and all others. I saw Goa approach me and I wiped my tears. She got inside the car and hugged me. I cried harder, it took me a good ten minutes for me to stop and wipe my tears. I unbuckled the buttons of my shirt because I felt as if it was suffocating me.***

Me: She abandoned me and has done bad things to me. I hate her

***Goa kept quiet and just listened to me. The next thing people were leaving the gravesite, I looked at Goa and she took the wheel. Buhle came in and sat in the passenger seat. Mvelo came by to let me know that he was going to the liqour store. I just nodded my head and waited for my younger sisters to enter the car. They did so minutes later and Goa drove us back home.***

Me: Uhmmm Thobile please make sure that Goa and Buhle are well taken care of, I need to get something done quickly 

Thobile: okay