We are well into winter so the cold nights ought to be a norm by now but something about walking into my rondavel with a half empty glass of wine and an over read cover less book still takes alot of getting used to. I put my glass on the side table, throw myself in my single bed and toss my book aside to make way for my blanket. ahhh "Generations: the legacy", the television screen reads as I switch it on. I actually prefer the one with the original cast so I just switch it back off again.
Facebook is... well facebook, young kids acting grown and grown folk acting like kids then there's ladies house which consists of a bunch of ghetto women with a ton of time on their hands talking about men who don't want them. On the plus size, my prayer group is reading a new psalms tonight so at least I have something to look forward to before going to sleep.
For a second, I can't stop myself from thinking how life would have probably turned out much better had I not left the big city, had I stayed and repeated my final year of college but I just couldn't take the pity from former lecturers who can see from every inch of me that I just don't get it. This education thing needs you to be highly disciplined when it comes to studying and I'm just... not.
Now I'm 23, unemployed, uneducated and living in the only rondavel behind my parents house situated in the quiet village of Mthwalume KZN. Life is but a dream, only in my case, it's a nightmare.
"Nokubonga! Nokubonga! why is this door locked! I hope you don't have alcohol stashed in there child or I'll call your father!"
WOW, you'd think she would have figured out that those threats don't work on me by now but here she is, threatening me.
"I'm coming mah! Just give me a few seconds" I say
"You said that a second ago. What's keeping you in there anyway? I hope it's not that phone. You know, it's the main reason why you didn't finish School. I must call the owner of that thing called facebook so he can shut it down once and for all! it's ruining your life!"- she continues
"Yeah, because Mark Zuckerburg would shut down a billion dollar company because my mum said so"- I mumble
"What?!!"- Ma
"Nothing! I'm coming mah"- I shout
I open the door with the intention to follow behind her but she's waiting on the other side with a faint look in her eyes.
"You can't tell me you'll be wearing that tonight"- she says
"Okay I won't tell you, let's go"- I continue.
"No, no, no. You can't! You can't wear that, not tonight."- so does she
"haibo mah, ngobani? ( why not)" - I enquire
"Go wear something a little more sexy"- She says
Sexy??? What does this women know about sexy?
"Trust me on this one"- She finishes.
Okay! In all the 23 years of my life, I have heard alot of words coming out of my mothers mouth but sexy has never been one of them. I didn't know it existed in her vocabulary but here she is throwing it around like she's not a pastors wife. What I do know for sure though is that the meaning of her sexy and mine are on two different sides of the spectrum so I would have to find something that would meet in the middle to settle this. I'm an extroverted introvert, which means I don't know much but I know enough, if you know what I mean (wink).
Her on the other side...
well...her style Icon is Judith Sephuma, need I say more?
"You look much better now"- She says with a rather mischievous smile on her face than I'd like to admit.
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Mandla
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