"sister Bettina!" shouts the alarm at 8:30am . Saturday has finally arrived and I am so happy. Im going to see my " baby daddy" today with "our" child, Angii. I slow walk to the shower, past the mirror on the doors of my closet , making as if he ( Libra ) is on the other side. I strut and show off my curves and firm bum to the mirror . I then recollect the need to be ready for my "date". I amaze myself you know. Not a few years ago, I was the same 10 year old that told myself;" no sacrifices for no boys". But look today, yeah right. 10 minutes flush by with the shower and I'm done. Rocking her cot gently, I force Angii to wake up and she screams;" ma!". All I do is pick her up and off she is, knocking on her grandmothers door.
Angii runs back in , already washed and dressed like she's ready to advertise pampers and stay soft. Her grandparents love her dearly. " Enkosi mother!" are the words I utter in my most African voice-silence. I know she heard me but silent treatment from my mother is something I get all the time but I'm use to it. She hands me those when she cant answer me and when she's too I flash out my most expensive clothes out and lazy to answer. Trust me though, that silence speaks magnitudes when we fight. She's one strong woman and I wish I had that trait but nope I don't. Don't think I got the softens from dad. His a rock.
Anyway, my clothes are on and Libra is waiting outside the gate. He borrowed his fathers Mercedes Mac and I hope Angii at the back, put her seat belt on and sit in the front with "my future husband".
" Are you good?" "Yeah I guess and you?". He kisses me. Mhhh. You don't know how well that boy kisses. His 21 by the way. In varsity , The University of the North West. But he dropped by his home, which is three houses away, on a mountain. He did that just for me and "his" child. I'm trying to find the right way to tell him that she's not the father but I just cant. I've never been loved like how he loves me. Well, except my mother, father, God almighty of course, My brother. But him, I've never seen any boy take responsibility for his actions before. So I cannot do it. Let him finds out the day I die so I don't see his pain.
I look down, with rosed-up cheeks and we kiss again. He smiles and glares at the child. He looks back at me and smiles. We are on the road and I ask ;" where are we going?" " baby. Shhh . Enjoy the ride.". Okay. I was just shhed and so I will shh. 2 hours go by and I hear his whisper." We're here." Oh my goodness. I was asleep next to my "man"!!!!. No man . I need to stop. He seems to love me genuinely. When I'm up and when I'm down. He loves me. If you haven't noticed, I love talking to myself.
He opens the door for Angii And for me. Libra and look older than we are so I isn't really awkward when him and I walk in like a 25 and 28 year old couple with our child. It is the most expensive restaurant in the North west. It's in Haartebeespoort Dam, the place for the elites and I'm being treated like a Johannesburg house wife. I ask to go to the bathroom and I arrive and tear up, while looking at the mirror. He sacrificed his studies to make me and the child happy is what my mind, drenched in gratitude says. This is the best day I've ever had to experience.
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The Script
Подростковая литератураthis is a poem based on a story that is yet to be published in due time called "The Script" . It is about a 19-year old grl who is repeating matriculant at a former model-C school and is faced with a number of challenges from fake friends, to enemie...
