We've finally decided on a house, after flying back and fourth from Cape-Town to Johannesburg and deciding it's best we don't relocate, we've finally found the house of our dreams. It's a lot smaller than what I wanted at first but it's surprisingly everything I had envisioned for a house from the beginning. It's a single story 5 bedroom with two bathrooms, a cinema, gym, built-in kitchen and spacious lounge/dining room 30 square feet house. It has a view overlooking the bean shaped pool, barbecue area and mini garden. The house has a vintage feel I can't get over, it's situated in Bedfordview Johannesburg which makes it super convenient because it's closer to the airport. Today we're closing the deal and bringing in my vintage inspired furniture that costed me an arm and a leg to purchase. Mandla won't be here for that unfortunately so I'll be the one signing on the dotted line of the title deed. I sent him pictures though and he said he loved it.
A lot has happened these past four months, I am now a full on whale ready to pop at anytime but I'm not having a baby shower, I felt it would be insensitive of me to host a celebration while Noma is grieving the demotion of Melusi's position in the cabinet. Yes, there was a reshuffle once again, luckily Mandla got to keep his position. So instead of a baby shower, I am hosting a family get together in my new home this Friday. I only invited my immediate biological family and although that might seem selfish, I am 8 months pregnant which automatically means I'm allowed to have just one day of selfish decision making. Masthandile's wedding is also happening in a months time and boy, is she excited. Her invitation card was made of a glass mirror and included special seat numbers for each guest invited. Others may say it was over the top but I say it was necessary, YAAAAS! better let them bitches know Queen!
Miriam hands me the pen and paper so I sign on the dotted line. It's official, the Hlatshwayos are as of today, new home owners. I call Mandla to let him in on the news, baby kicks as soon as he hears his voice on the other side of the line, I guess he is just as excited as we are. Carrying another human being is uh...tiring. Forget what they tell you about it being "the best experience of your life" in magazines, that's a lie lie LIE! I'm almost 26 and I can think of at least 3 most amazing experiences I have had in my life and carrying a whole body in me is not one of them. I am always hungry, anxious and tired. There is no in-between.
Mandla seems excited by the news but the line gets disconnected while I'm still telling him what the gardner said to piss me off earlier today, he's been having that problem for quiet a while now, more especially when I begin to tell him about the people who get on my last nerve, needs to call his network provider about that one cause I'm pregnant and I have a few things to get off my chest!
The furniture arrives at the expected time and Zanele also shows up early this time (I know, it's a miracle!) to help me unpack. She goes on and on about her failed engagement and how she put her heart and soul into that relationship, I nod and give her my unsolicited advice even though I know that deep down inside, she didn't even love the guy. That's the job of a good friend, to be there for you when you need her most even when you're in the wrong! I'll probably break it to her one day though, when she has fully recovered but right now she is in deep denial so the only thing I can do for her is to be a listening ear.
"So there I was chommie, seated amongst his family around the dinning room table, each one of them having a go at me, telling me shit; even the little one, Kenzi, she said she knew from the moment she saw me that I was only after her "daddies money" can you imagine? After everything I do for that man. I cook for him, clean for him, lay in bed and let him do the unthinkable to me just in the name of love but they have the nerve to come and say I only wanted his money? Yho! Mina chommie, I have my own money. I have my own job..."-Zanele
"but didn't you quit?"-Me
"before I did! Point is, they disrespected me and my relationship and that old hag I called a man let them. He watched them dear near castrate me. What is that? It's rubbish I tell you, pure fucking rubbish!"-She continues
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Short Story"Okay okay, you're right. I want you to be safe so you can come back home to me every night Mr. Hlatshwayo"- I say leaning in. He feeds into it, men are so easy to manipulate... "So can I keep it?"-Him "Hell no! find security, there is no way you ke...
