Chapter Thirty-Four

The house is quiet again. Xolie left with the twins, I tried to argue until Sambulo came out and said it was Nkosana’s instruction. Now it’s just us and our demons. The gigantic house and the secrets lining its walls. I’m sitting on one of the mini-cinema chairs, the kids had been watching a movie…

Pop-up sale this weekend

Hello all This is where we are this weekend…. Happening a week earlier than usual, due to the long weekend at the end of April – Save the Date! Market@theSheds is the Capital Collective’s monthly market-event, celebrating Art, Food, Design, Fashion and Music, aimed at showcasing the talent and initiative of people residing in Tshwane….

Chapter Thirty-Five

Nobody knows for sure why the big brother summoned us to the Zulu Headquarters in Mbuba, but since we got here last night, he’s been laughing with no-one. He is tense, very tense and has everyone walking on eggs. Mqhele says when he gets like this he reminds him too much of his father. That…

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter 33 A large part of me is still extremely angry. We haven’t spoken about the cheating issue because he’s been walking around like a zombie for the past 24 hours, or is it that he has been avoiding eye contact with me or that maybe we’re both aware of the fact that our marriage…

Chapter Thirty-three

I’m still extremely angry. We haven’t spoken about the cheating issue because he’s been walking around like a zombie for the past 24 hours, or is it that he has been avoiding eye contact with me or that maybe we’re both aware of the fact that our marriage is on the rocks. Whatever explanation he is…

Chapter Thirty-two

I woke up late in the afternoon, prepared dinner and put my children to bed. Now, I’m walking around like a zombie and I can’t sleep because I find it hard to believe that there’s a meeting that just came up out of the blue. I’ve become this miserable person in just a few days….

Chapter Thirty -One

This room, it could actually be someone’s whole house. It’s bigger than my family house in KwaMashu, before my parents got money and made it bigger. I like the feel of it, it’s almost empty with no furniture, just a big black leather chair with a foot-rest under it. I had it painted white so…

Chapter Thirty

“I’m going to be fine, I’m not a child anymore,” The way he says it, it’s like he is pleading with me to believe him. I want to, I really do, but to me, no matter how tall or old he gets he will always be that nine-year-old who sat squashed on a single couch…