Here’s how I ruined my brother’s marriage in just 4 months. It’s kind of impressive if you think about it.
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I am not writing this so I can be judged. I am writing this so I can share my personal experience with how easily a marriage can be broken. I can’t say I’m not proud of what I did,because I am. In fact, the fact that they still hate each other’s guts till today,makes it worth it.
Okay, before I tell you about how my stupid brother got married to the woman who was no stranger to my crooked, yet faithful heart, I think you will better understand why I did it if I properly told you about my upbringing.
Ha! Don’t you dare, even for a second, think that I’m explaining myself to you, or that I’m somewhat asking for your approval for having done what most people would deem malicious. I’m had my reasons, and you will shut up and listen to them. Got it? Okay, here it goes.
My brother, Vusimuzi, Vusi for short, is the last born to 3 siblings. I’m the middle child, and as you all know, being a middle child means no special privileges.
Nobody gives a shit about you! People only care about the first born and the last born.
Nobody gives a shit about you! People only care about the first born and the last born.
It’s a bonus if you’re a first born and you’re also male because you get the glorious HEIR title the minute you scream your lungs out at the midwife’s anointed hands.
Don’t get me started on last borns! The good-for-nothing-spoilt-brats. Over praised, never wrong, parent’s pets.
Don’t get me started on last borns! The good-for-nothing-spoilt-brats. Over praised, never wrong, parent’s pets.
Bhekikhaya,Our eldest brother was the greatest disappointment any first born son could be.He went against the very meaning of his name, he was supposed to be the guardian of my father’s legacy & home.Instead, he dropped out of high school went to Gauteng on his own accord.
Thinking about this makes me want to crack up even. He never even told his overbearing father, that he was dropping out of school & moving to a whole new Province. A dangerous one, at that. We waited for him one evening & he just never came back.
My mother cried for days thinking he was taken by Unokufa,the infamous yellow police van that collected those who’s time on earth had expired.
Boers during our time were known to be the angel of death’s agents,& he had personally trained them to strike down the likes of us.
Boers during our time were known to be the angel of death’s agents,& he had personally trained them to strike down the likes of us.
We later on found out from his classmates that he joined the cackle of boys who ran off to the city of gold in hopes of becoming mine workers. My farther was shattered but sealed off that wound with a bandage of hope that Bhekikhaya would now start bringing money home.
Ha!
He never did!
We were still living off of my mother’s sweet potato business. If it wasn’t for her, we would’ve starved to death, really. My father was what you youngsters call a couch potato, except he was a heavy drinker too. And yes, my mother funded his toxic hobby.
He never did!
We were still living off of my mother’s sweet potato business. If it wasn’t for her, we would’ve starved to death, really. My father was what you youngsters call a couch potato, except he was a heavy drinker too. And yes, my mother funded his toxic hobby.
My sister,Dolly,was the princess of our rustic family.She was meant to be the rose in our garden,but instead she blossomed no petals, but thorns,she did have.That’s all she ever was,a barren flower with only thorns to prove its existence. Now you see how her name contradicts her?
She ran off with countless men trying to fish for a husband but they all left her after months of her failing to bear fruit to a child. My father took her to countless healers in our district but none could untie the knot in her womb. She too became a heavy drinker after that.
She was also the unofficial mistress of the village because she couldn’t get pregnant. She opened gates for all types of visitors into her celestial circle. From married men, to taxi drivers to the no-body’s of the village.
I sometimes pitied her shame, she was a lot soul.
I sometimes pitied her shame, she was a lot soul.
Then there was me, Thembeni, Themba for short. Well, I don’t know how I should describe myself to you, but what I am sure about is that you will know me by the end of this story. I’m not one to blow my own horn, but I will say that I was a very bright child...
I’m the only one in my family who has never repeated a class. Although I didn’t finish school, blame that on my parents, I’m as close to a robot as anyone could possibly be. I’m calculative, heartless and a whiz at general knowledge. Vusi could only wish to be half the man I am.
When I was 17 years old, I decided to quit school to work as a packer at Bambii store in town. There was honestly no use in me staying at school.
I didn’t have proper school uniform, all my shirts were as brown as dust, my trousers were turning into Bermuda shorts...
I didn’t have proper school uniform, all my shirts were as brown as dust, my trousers were turning into Bermuda shorts...
I carried my books in a plastic bag & had no jerseys for cold days.
I was tired of being a joke in my class. People would always ask me how come Vusi had everything & I didn’t ?
I never answered them because I didn’t want to expose my parents for the horrible parents they were.
I was tired of being a joke in my class. People would always ask me how come Vusi had everything & I didn’t ?
I never answered them because I didn’t want to expose my parents for the horrible parents they were.
Instead, I became my own man & Independence was my playground. I was the first teenager to independently build my own two roomed house in my entire village. Not even my father could claim the greatness that I possessed, for the home we were living in was actually my grandparent’s
My father had nothing to his name, except us & our ridiculously submissive mother.
I wore the fanciest of clothes & all the girls were crazy about me. I took good care of my Afro, even my ex-class teachers were astonished at how good looking I was, when they bumped into me.
I wore the fanciest of clothes & all the girls were crazy about me. I took good care of my Afro, even my ex-class teachers were astonished at how good looking I was, when they bumped into me.
That is when I met Mpume. I charmed my way into her heart and stole her virginity. She may have been 4 years younger than me but that right there was a real woman. Her hips carefully meandered from her tiny waist & her breasts were rounder than a full moon...
She was fair in complexion such that People suspected she was her mother’s Boss’s illegitimate daughter.
Her mother worked for the Van Wyks, the men in that family were known for having a thing for black girls. Although interracial copulation illegal, they did it anyway.
Her mother worked for the Van Wyks, the men in that family were known for having a thing for black girls. Although interracial copulation illegal, they did it anyway.
Mpume and I dated for over a year. She dumped me when she caught me cheating with Mrs Zulu, her History teacher at the time. She soon became friends with Vusi, but I never gave it much thought... I was sure she was just trying to make me jealous. I really didn’t care.
Believe me when I say I was beyond shocked when I was woken up by the the sound of my mother ululating early on a Monday morning. Vusi had passed his matric, I hadn’t even known that he had gone that far.
I was too busy living my best life.
My heart was suddenly heavy...
I was too busy living my best life.
My heart was suddenly heavy...
I’ll admit, I was jealous.
Vusi had broken the family curse of dropping out of school.
“This is why I named him Vusimuzi! Aw sukani madoda! I knew he’d be the one to revive & carry out my lagecy” my father shouted with the newspaper in his hand.
My first Worst day of my life!
Vusi had broken the family curse of dropping out of school.
“This is why I named him Vusimuzi! Aw sukani madoda! I knew he’d be the one to revive & carry out my lagecy” my father shouted with the newspaper in his hand.
My first Worst day of my life!
