Oyama: Her Story

CHAPTER 34

Its been 2 years since our little escapade in the Rolls Royce which lead to us having another baby, a little baby boy, a fat little baby boy with small ears like mine, but piercing eyes like his father, he’s got so many folds you could just eat him up. Kea named him after himself, Keabetswe. I don’t know why, but he always has his reasons for the things he does. So I just leave it to him and he’s mind.
Now I’m pregnant with another, AGAIN but so is Lindy so I’m not alone, in that sector, this is her second pregnancy, but its my third, he’s definitely getting a Vasectomy after this, because there’s no way.
So here we are, Qhawe and Mogale, more and more each day look and act like their father, they swear like sailors as well, and have gotten in fights at school too.
One kid hit Mazwi with a toy on the head because he was angry that he was using a purple crayon to colour in his Colouring book. So he was throwing a tantrum, because of that, and then all our sons, Kagiso, Qhawe, Mogale and Mzi went and found the kid during break while playing with his friends, and beat the boy along with his friends. When they teacher’s tried to break them up, they attacked them too.
Those are our sons. Yep.
Doesn’t help they train with their father in Martial Arts too. We get called into the office to tell us what happened, and Kea nearly slapped the Headmaster and female teacher for letting Mazwi get hit in the first place. So we came to a compromise where, the boys will get a warning and that will be the end of it. But to Mother and father of the little white boy who hurt our son, it wasn’t enough. So then to my husband and his brother’s that wasn’t enough so what did they do?
Because it was still during the day, they let the boys finish class, but Kea said, “After school is After school”
“You should teach your boys self-control” the man said, “But I shouldn’t expect less, from a ghetto thug” he said as he left.
So when After school came, Kea and the man got into a fist fight and broke the man’s nose, that’s how he also got banned from coming to the school.
Yep. That’s my man.
Fucking love, him to the of the Moon and beyond.

Then few months ago they got expelled from a crèche one of them said, ‘Le crèche yonke enyoka amasende’(This whole crèche smells like balls) the white teacher she didn’t understand, until the kids gasped.
She asked Qhawe and Mogale what they lied and said, ‘We said nothing, we playing with our trucks’
And then this one little black girl snitched on my boys and told the teacher, by translating the sentence.
Fucking snitch.
They couldn’t figure which one said it, so they just said, all them must go, even Kagiso, Mzi and Mazwi. But we found them another crèche for them to go to.
So here I am 6 months pregnant. In a cocktail dress, that shows off my bump, because the boys have a formal business dinner for Kolobe Enterprise, which unfortunately I had to plan with Steven while Kea and his brother’s signed the cheques and we managed to book the Saxon for the dinner.
Kea walks out of his closet in a black tuxedo slack, black bowtie and white shirt fixing his cuff links, he looks like the first time I met him 5 years ago, but he has a beard now.
“mh. Mh. nantsi is snack sam”(There’s my snack) he looks up and releases a stifled laugh.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, biting my lips, he seems to be considering it for a moment and then shakes his head. We still have sex even with me pregnant, but its mostly from behind.
He puts on his jacket and kisses my head as we walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Still don’t have an elevator in the house, but we do have a private jet. So you know, you win and lose.
OHH and they are officially out of the game. YES! It feels good driving knowing you don’t have to look over your shoulder every second. The company makes a lot to sustain us really well, they all have a department they run, Kea is CEO, Tips runs Transport, Lucas runs Entertainment and Mandla runs Accounting along with me, because that boy knows how to make money and move it around. 
We head to the downstairs garage which has been filled now with cars. Lets go through the cars, we have, a Rolls Royce, Mercedes S600(Birthday present for my 30th), 2 G wagons, Range Rover, Audi RS7, Toyota Legend 50, Lamborghini, Ferrari and least a Bentley Continental GT. Qhawe, Mogale and Kea are over at my parent’s house in Naturena so are Mzi, Mazwi and Kagiso. We tried to buy them a house near us, but they flatly refused, my dad doesn’t like Kea and his brothers, he tolerates them.