Story for tonight..“I danced at my husband’s side chick’s ceremony. I sprayed them money. I ate very well no tears at all. But inside my bag, I had a gift that would end the party.
They say “”Fear Women,”” but honestly? You
should fear a calm woman.
My name is Neo. I have been married to
Thabo for 3 years.
3 years of “God will do it.”” 3 years of his mother calling me a “man-woman”because I couldn’t give them a child. I took all the insults.
I drank the bitter herbs. I went for the prayers.
So, when Thabo walked into our house at Marikana three months ago with a young, pregnant girl named lebo, I didn’t scream.
“Neo”he said, puffing his chest like a peacock. “This is lebo. She is carrying my son.
Since you have refused to give me an heir, Lebo will live here. She will give me what you could not.”
I looked at Lebo. She was young, maybe 22. She was rubbing her stomach and chewing gum, looking at me like I was a maid.
“You will cook for her,”Kunle Thabo commanded. “You will clean for her. She is carrying the King of this house.”
My friends told me to leave.
They told me to poison the girl.
They told me to burn the house down. I told them, “”Calm down. Let us watch the movie.”
I became the perfect fool. I cooked Lebo’s soups . I washed her clothes. When her feet swelled, I massaged them.
Thabo was laughing at me. “You see?”he told his friends over beer on weekends.
“A woman who knows her place is a blessing.Neo knows she has expired.
Lebo gave birth last week. A bouncing baby boy. 🫠
Thabo almost ran mad with joy. He bought a cow. He bought and made proper invitation for the whole street. He named the boy “Lefa,”” Father has returned.
The welcome Ceremony was yesterday. The compound was full.Thabo’s mother was dancing, casting bad eyes at me. “The barren tree has been shamed!”she sang in African language “.
When it was time for the gifts, I stood up. I was wearing my best gold jewelry. I looked expensive. I walked to the high table whereThabo and Lebo were sitting with the baby.
I picked up the microphone. The DJ stopped the music.
“My husband,”I said, smiling. “Congratulations on your heir.”
Thabo grinned .
“Thank you,Neo. I hope you learn from Lebo.”
“I have a special gift for the baby,”I said.
I pulled out a large, brown envelope from my bag.
“3 years ago,” i started, my voice clear, “Before we got married, we did some tests. You didn’t go to collect your results because you were busy.
You asked me to collect them.””
Thabo frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“I collected them,Thabo. But I hid them because I loved you. I didn’t want to bruise your ego.”
I opened the envelope and pulled out a framed document. It was a medical report .
“”This is a diagnosis of Azoospermia,”I announced.
The crowd went silent.
“It means ‘Zero Sperm Count,’Thabo . You had Mumps when you were 12 years old. It destroyed your factory. You have been shooting blank bullets since 2015.”
I turned to Lebo.Her face had lost all color. She looked like a ghost.
“So, my darling husband,”I continued, “If you have zero sperm? And Lebo has a baby?”
I looked at Thabo’s best friend,Musa, who was sitting in the front row.Musa was sweating. He was shaking.
“Maybe Uncle Musa can explain why the baby has his nose and ears “
The silence in the hall was heavy. You could hear a pin drop.
Then Thabo screamed. It was the scream of a dying animal. He grabbed the paper from me.
He read it. He looked at Lebo. He looked at Musa.
I dropped the microphone.
“I have packed my bags,”I said off-mic. “The house belongs to my father, so you and your ‘heir’ have 2 hours to leave.”
I walked out of the gate while Thabo was breaking bottles on Musa’s head.
I am currently in a hotel, eating grilled fish and drinking cold fearless.
My phone has been ringing non-stop. His family is begging. They say I shouldn’t have disgraced him in public.
But tell me the truth. Did I go too far? Or did I serve him the breakfast he ordered?
Or was I supposed to make copies and give the community?
#copied
@highlight
My own view: i will add cold tiger nut drink with grilled fish
Oya over to you my people.
Source: Anonymous
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