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17/06/2023

THE FINAL CHAPTER
CHARITY

After Thabisile delivered the news at the salon that my man, was getting married and that it was all over Twitter, every bitch in that salon went on Twitter to get the news for themselves and it was fuelled by the hashtag they created, . I have to say, they were amazing though. They were absolute queens because everyone hurdled up to make my epic appearance a memorable one in under three hours. Petty finished my hair in no time, and the make-up artist did my face beat in 30 minutes. While one lady organized the wedding gown she wore at her wedding and was a perfect fit for my condition. The invitation was downloaded from Twitter, tweaked, and printed and a quick RSVP was made representing the company I work for because we saw on Twitter that it was only family, close friends, and business associates were invited. Since I could not fake being a close friend or family, a business associate would definitely work. Everyone at that salon forgot about themselves and came together to help me get my man. As women, we can really conquer the world if we come together like this and unified our resources for a common goal. Amazing…Womandla!

Thabisile drives me there and we wait for the perfect opportunity to enter the venue. When we eventually enter, the bridal party is standing around with the guests, except, my man. I pray he does not show up so that my Plan B does not have to come in full swing on this day. To my dismay, he appears, walking in long strides to the end of the altar all happy and beaming, with a smear of lipstick glowing on his lower lip. The long strides I have seen countless times before when he was in a hurry or anxious about something. It appears he had gone to the bridal room to speak to his fiancée. Does he not know that it is bad luck to see the wife-to-be before the ceremony? I am convinced that this is a sign that I am doing the right thing to stop this wedding. They are not meant to be. He can thank me later.

The moment he stands at the end of the altar, I hear the beautiful sound of the melodic S**i Jo An singing her rendition of Major’s ‘Why I Love You’ and the bride appears. It’s her… the woman he was with the first time I met him. The woman he adorned with overwhelming attention and affection as nobody else existed in that room that fateful evening. The woman he held in a way that he never held me in the three years I’ve known him. The woman he drinks whiskey with. The woman makes him laugh uncontrollably until tears trickle out of his eyes. The woman who makes him smile in a way he has never smiled for me. This is the woman he refused to talk about when I asked. I think that is part of the reason he broke up with me because I was relentless in finding out who she was and what she meant to him. I could tell that she meant a lot to him and he gave me a measly response, “She’s my colleague,” and that was supposed to be the end of the discussion? I admit, I nagged until he threatened to break up with me if I persisted. I suppose that is the reason I was barred from ever going to his office, he could not risk her seeing him with another woman. But what about me? He made promises to me. He said he would marry me. What the hell am I witnessing today?

Everyone gets up and forms a guard of honor as the bride walks towards the altar in her very beautiful MaXhosa bridal gown. Her father hands her over to Tshepo and I can see the unshed tears in the well of his eyes as he approaches to take her hand. A tear drops out and falls on the back of her hand the moment he takes hers and she closes her eyes as if holding back her tears. She reaches for his left cheek and gently rubs the tears from his face and that rare, beautiful, and radiant smile that only she could bring out of him lights up the entire chapel. Everyone sits down and the pastor makes his address and gives a whole elaborate boring sermon of what love is and what marriage stands for and what the bible says about it blah blah blah.

I’m sitting with Thabisile right at the back, in the last row and I’m patiently waiting for my cue. Eventually, it comes when the Pastor states, “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”. I’m filled with so much fear and my confidence went straight out the door the moment I saw the bride because I knew deep down, that Tshepo shared something truly special with this woman. Thabisile tells me a bit about the bride and I’m baffled she knows so much. The Pastor asked the third time and Thabisile nudges me on my side with her elbow hurting my tummy in the process so I immediately jump up. I stand and walk down the aisle in my white wedding gown drawing closer and closer to the couple while at the same time drawing more and more attention to myself with how beautiful I look but suddenly I notice three ladies walk towards me in large strides with fierce facial expressions and I almost p*e myself out of fear because, in my state, my bladder does not hold that well. I am saved by the Pastor who yells, “Let her come forth and speak in the house of the Lord.” Now the entire place is filled with hushed mmhh and I don’t know whether it is excitement or shock or curiosity or gossip.

“Child, do you know of a reason these two should not marry?” The Pastor asks me and I readily open my mouth because it is either I speak now or forever hold my peace, so I respond, “Yes, Pastor. Tshepo Moeketsi is my lover and the father of my unborn child whom I’m carrying.” I say this brushing my massive tummy and I continue to speak, “Tshepo promised to marry me so I am surprised that he is marrying someone else today, despite everything we’ve been through together for the past four years.”

I close my mouth and speak no further because the church is in an uproar and I can’t even hear myself think so instead I look at the couple for their reaction. The Pastor asks, “Tshepo, is what this woman saying here true?” Tshepo does not pay attention to the Pastor but is holding his bride who looks like she is about to vomit blood and says something to her. I can’t make out what they are saying but they are talking to each other in a whisper. I notice a long pause in Tshepo as he tries to reason with her but she frees herself from his grip and walks away, leaving Tshepo standing there by the altar. She walks towards me and whispers, “You can have him, you've won because clearly, this is a game to you. You guys can go ahead and get married. You have my blessings," and walks away, leaving me with Tshepo by the altar.

Mission accomplished, the wedding comes to an end and Tshepo is mine.

The End

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17/06/2023

CHAPTER 31
TSHEPO
It’s been a while dating Nokwazi and it’s quite an amazing connection and chemistry between us. She takes charge and she takes pleasure in ordering me around. I’m not in love with her though and I don’t really think I’m capable. I like her. More than I liked the other women I slept with. I think it’s easy for me to allow her to have her way with me the way she does because we’ve been friends for a very long time. In that period of friendship, she has been very dodgy about the men she dated, and we hardly ever knew any of the guys she saw. The only thing she did though, was to disappear during gatherings and we’d know, she left to be with her man, whoever the hell that dude was or were.

Now, she is mine. If I can’t have her sister, I am happy to settle for her. Better the devil I know, I’d say. At least she is just like her sister, never easily fazed but just hardworking, committed and classy Dube girls. We decided earlier on in the relationship we’ll see each other exclusively and especially after everyone knew we were dating, including Nolwazi. I’m not sure why Nokwazi did not want Lwazi to know about us, but eventually, she found out and she was happy that the both of us were actually dating.

It’s close to two months since Nolwazi and I returned from visiting RZB Steelworks leadership and their manufacturing facility in Arizona. Since returning, I don’t think people have ever seen me smile like this. At the office I greet with a smile, I’m always in a good mood and just happy. I know I shock a lot of people because I always keep a straight face. As a result, people who are close to me think that it’s Nokwazi that is making me so happy. On the contrary, things between Nokwazi and I have not been great since I returned from Arizona. We see each other on rare occasions and I always have an excuse not to be intimate with her because I find she is back to her dodgy ways. Since things are a bit strange between us, I hardly ever go to her place but tonight I’m going over as she insisted on me coming, but I’m not planning on sleeping over.

***

Thokozani has been doing great as the newly appointed Auditor of the Company and she has called a meeting to see Nolwazi and I. Nolwazi always impresses me when she’s in her element, how she takes charge and yet is very feminine and respectful in her ways. The meeting is in Nolwazi’s office so I go to her fifteen minutes before the meeting starts just so I can touch base with her. When I get there, the door is closed, so I knock once and enter without being invited in. Sonwabo is in her office and there’s a bit of tension between them.
Me: “Should I come back later?”
Sonwabo: “Yes,”
Nolwazi: “ - No, don’t go,”
I stand in my tracks and I look at them both. Sonwabo looks at me and looks at Nolwazi, and then she looks at me and says, “Sonwabo was just leaving.”
“Sonwabo, please close the door on your way out,” she continues.
With that, I come in and find my place on her round table. Sonwabo is hesitant to go for a minute and keeps moving his eyes between Nolwazi who is standing in front of him and me but eventually, he leaves and slams the door behind him quite hard. He is fuming.

She takes her iPad and comes and stands next to me as she wants to show me some statistics and trends of incidents in the mining industry. This information is important as we continue to build our business case for the Minister’s buy-in.

We discuss our observations and how we are going to package the information and once done I probe, “What was going on between you and Sonwabo when I came in? Seemed like you were having an argument by the looks of things.”
“Sonwabo has been very moody, sulking and giving me the silent treatment since we’ve been back. I don’t mind that, however, he was here to address something I said in the early hours of this morning, after returning from his rendezvous just after midnight. I locked him out of the main bedroom and told him to go back to wherever he came from. He just went to sleep in the guest bedroom and we didn’t see each other this morning before coming to the office because he was catching up on some sleep, considering. He didn’t go out of his way to make time to address the issue when we were at home this morning …” Just then, Thokozani walks in, eight minutes before the meeting starts.

She finds her seat on the round table and we commence with the meeting immediately. She gives us her findings of the past two months, of an offshore account paid R2 Million monthly. The offshore account happens to be a business account belonging to Hans who has been swindling the company of money for the past five years.

“We need to be smart about this because I want us to recover each and every cent this man has swindled from the company. I don’t want him to know that we are onto him and I also don’t want Sonwabo to know as yet, just now he goes all gangster on him. Tshepo can I leave it to you to get the right team on board so we can freeze that account and all his other accounts and we also need to attach all his assets. Thokozani, I want the true value of what he stole from us all these years. And when we’re done with him, I will hire a hitman to take him out for taking us for fools over all these years,” Nolwazi gives her remarks.

“Yes, I will get the necessary law enforcement units in place to help with this case. Once we get the true value from Thokozani, we’ll know how much we will recover in relation to what he stole. Thokozani I will give you a Non-Disclosure Agreement letter that you need to give to everyone you worked with on this case. Have them sign it and bring it back to me. Once we capture this bastard, we’ll then set Sonwabo loose on him, so he can go all gangster on him. In that way, Thokozani, the children and I, won’t have to speak to you over a barrier glass for the next couple of years,” I say and we all laugh just to ease the tension in the room, as a result, it’s awkward laughter from all three of us.

Thokozani adds, “There are also other findings we made but on a far smaller scale. There are five properties that the Company bought which we are not receiving rental income for and I have the profiles of the people who occupy them. What the two of you will find interesting are the two apartments, one in Rosebank, where Naledi is the resident, and the one in Sunninghill where Nancy is the occupant,” she says and waits for a reaction.

“I will deal with this one myself,” Nolwazi gets up and as she’s about to leave, Thokozani says, “That’s not all. There is also a Range Rover Evoque bought by the company and Naledi is the designated driver and a Mercedes Benz C63 AMG Coupe driven by Nancy.” Nolwazi goes behind her desk, packs up her laptop, and says, “I’m off for the rest of the day. If you guys need me, you know where to find me,” and leaves us dumbfounded in her office. She is livid.

We go to our offices with Thokozani but I return to Nolwazi’s office as I wanted to talk to her about these findings but she was already gone. Mpumi tells me she just left and might still be in the basement parking. I run to the parking taking the stairs downstairs, and I find her just as she was reversing out of her parking.
“Lala, wait,” I shout out.
“What?”
“Listen, don’t go and confront Sonwabo now. Let the authorities freeze Hans’ assets first and then you can confront your husband because doing it now, will surely alert Hans, and our chance of recovering the money will diminish because Hans will surely move it.”
“Then how am I supposed to deal with all these emotions?! Huh?!”
“I know you are hurt and angry by what Sonwabo did but…”
“Hurt? Angry? Those are understatements Tshepo, I am beyond livid. If you wake up in the morning to the news that your best friend is dead, be a good friend and find me the best team of lawyers in the country.”
“Don’t be…” I don’t finish my sentence because she reversed out of that parking lot and left me with the sound of screeching tyres.

Two hours later, Sonwabo left the office so I called Nolwazi, hoping she was a bit calmer. Yes, indeed she was, attributing it to how she immersed herself in the presence and comfort of her children. She even got Patrick to collect Sipho and bring him over so she can be preoccupied with all four children and it worked in calming her down. She says they went to the park to ride their bicycles and the girls were riding their scooters. When I called, they were watching a movie, eating all kinds of junk food, which hardly ever happens.

***
Later that evening I went over to Nokwazi’s but I’m really tired. I am mentally and physically tired but I force myself anyway. I get to Nokwazi’s, she opens the door and the first thing I notice are her breasts which are protruding from her top. They are so pointy and fuller and I could not resist so I squeeze them. “Ouch! Tshepo these are painful,” she screams in agony. “Since when are your breasts painful when I touch them? I touch them all the time when we’re together, what’s the deal now?” I say as I unbutton her golf shirt to take a p*ek and I notice that the veins under her skin are bulging and more noticeable. “I think I’ll be going on my periods soon so they tend to be tender just before then,” she puts me at ease as I thought I may have injured her by squeezing them too hard.

“Where is your sports bag? Aren’t you sleeping over? Did we not agree?” She asks in the same breath. “I forgot to take it from the car as I was coming in. You can walk me to the car to go get it, otherwise, it will just have to wait till morning when I really need it or I’ll just shower when I’m back in my apartment in the morning.” She doesn’t say anything instead she just locks her hands around my neck and starts kissing me passionately. We kiss but I’m not feeling anything nor am I getting aroused, instead, I’m just getting annoyed so I stop her and ask, “What’s it going to be? We collect my bag now or wait till morning?”
“Let’s go get it,” she offers, grabbing her apartment keys. As we are about to step out, her phone rings, she looks at screen but doesn’t answer.
“Are you not going to answer that?” I ask. “No, it’s okay. I’m with you now so I want to focus on you,” she responds. We walk out and the phone continues ringing. As I am retrieving my bag from the boot, she walks away from me and takes the call. We meet halfway to the house and I don’t ask but I can see she’s nervous.

“Did you prepare dinner or should I place an order for us?” I try to diffuse the tension as we walk back because now she is a bit tense and jumpy. “Yes, I prepared dinner for us, I will dish up if you want to eat now,” she says as we enter. I go to the bedroom to place my sports bag, while she goes to the kitchen to dish up like she said she would. We eat but the phone is still ringing non - stop but now she has placed it on vibrate. I can still hear the sound of vibration coming from it and I am weary that she is avoiding taking the call. We get into bed and I don’t feel like having s*x, I’m just too tired, but even more, I am put off by her dodgy behaviour.

The phone rings again, she rejects the call.

“So you’re going to reject the call till when? Did you not tell your side d*ck that you will be with your man tonight? Or maybe things have changed, now I am the side d*ck but I just did not get the memo?” I’m being sarcastic because the way she’s behaving is a dead giveaway, she’s doing something improper. “No, Sonwabo” she mistakenly says. “Am I Sonwabo now?” I’m confused. “No Tshepo, it was a slip of a tongue,” she says in her defence. “Oh, Sonwabo is on the tip of your tongue nowadays?”
“Everyone makes mistakes, Tshepo. It’s work who are calling me, there was a crisis today at work and I gave them my report and told them I will not be available after 18:00 so I don’t understand why they are calling me at this time of the night,” is her lame excuse, she thinks I’m stupid.

“If it’s a crisis, does that not mean you should answer the calls as the crisis may have escalated?” I do not understand why she is not answering her phone if it's work, as a result, I’m getting even more suspicious. “Are you seeing someone else, Nokwazi?” I probe. “No, Tshepo I am not,” she maintains. “Are you sure you’re not seeing someone else, Nokwazi?”
“Of course, I’m not seeing anyone else, it’s just work, okay?” She is agitated and she has raised her voice as she says this. All the more reason I am suspecting she’s cheating.
“If you are not cheating on me, then unlock your phone and give it to me.” “Why?” she asks. “I want to see who this relentless caller is, give me your phone,” I persist. “No, Tshepo, I will not do that,” she refutes resolutely. “Why?” I am looking her in the eyes.
“For starters, this is my work phone and lastly, the two of us don’t touch each other’s phones so I don’t understand why all of a sudden I must hand over my phone to you like you’re some kind of police,” she retorts, furrowed brows and all.
“Ok Miss Start to finish, if you are not going to give me your phone right now, I will get up from your bed, leave your apartment and never come back.” I look at her for a response. Nothing.
I get up and put my jeans back on, “Please Sonwa …I mean Tshepo, don’t go, I’m not cheating on you, please believe me,” she says holding on to me. I continue putting my clothes on, still nothing in the direction of the phone. Instead, the phone is ringing non-stop.

“Nokwazi, thank you for everything. I thought we could make our relationship work, that you were the one for me, seemingly, I was wrong. You and I are cut from the same cloth, so I know when I’m being played. You have a right to f*ck whomever you want to f*ck going forward and I’ll do the same, it’s a free country after all. Right now you don’t know whether to call me Tshepo or Sonwabo. I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two but you and I are through. Let’s just remain friends, there are no hard feelings.”

I end things with her, take my sports bag and leave. I’m done!

A couple of months later, I discover Nokwazi is pregnant.

***

06/06/2023

CHAPTER 30
CHARITY

It has been six months after Thabisile’s wedding and also six months after being rescued by Tshepo and Sonwabo from treacherous friends. Thabi and I cut ties with them because no one could explain how it was possible that only Thabi and I were stone drunk, acting out of character and wanting to have s*x with strangers. What is even worse, is that they did that to Thabi who was getting married the following day. That was mean and dangerous and I cannot thank my sisters enough for acting in time to save us. I hear Tshepo and Sonwabo threw some punches and beat the guys, and also threw everyone out, leaving my sisters and their friends to continue partying.

After the wedding, I tried to call Tshepo but he never answered any of my calls. I texted him, but he just blue ticked me. I’m not certain if he is avoiding me because of how he found me, acting provocative and out of character, and just calling out his name throughout the drama that unfolded. This is what I was told I did. Although I cringe at the thought of my behaviour, I still wanted to see him and thank him, but it was not to be.

Thabi on the other hand has made a 180 degree turn and is faithful to her husband, like I cannot believe. She says she learnt her lesson that night and if my sisters did not act, she would have most probably kissed her marriage goodbye because those sk**ks recorded everything but could not use it against her, because their plan failed. Sometimes, women can be just cruel towards each other and I cannot get what kind of thrill one gets from destroying another woman’s life.

***

I miss Tshepo and I am finding it difficult to get over him and forget about him. I am still in love with him and I still dream of being with him. Like, can that Nokwazi girl be that amazing that Tshepo would date her and only her? During my time, we were plenty women but he managed to make time for all of us. Why can’t he do that while he is seeing her? I need to put my Plan B to action.

Getting off work early, I head straight to Tshepo’s house and let myself in with the key I stole from his house. I wonder if he ever noticed that he was missing a pair of keys. Anyway, I have my overnight bag and some kinky stuff I’d like us to explore tonight. I am ovulating and if I am lucky, I just might fall pregnant with his child tonight … that is if, my plan goes accordingly. When he arrives from work tonight, he will find I have cooked for him and arranged a romantic dinner for us.

I arrive and the house is spotless. I check the bedrooms, and no one is in there so I make myself comfortable, put on my s*xy lingerie, take a shirt from his wardrobe and I am met by women’s clothes and I want to die. Usually, women’s clothes are kept in the guest bedroom, not in his closet. I am livid to say the least and I just want to puke out of anger. This skank also has lingerie and s**t nicely packed and folded in one of the shelves. A whole bloody shelve all for her! I’m livid! I take a deep breath, close my eyes and say a little prayer so I can calm my ass. I wear the shirt, put on his slippers and sauté lamb chops, roast potatoes and grill vegetables. I take out my wine and his whiskey. I notice he has more bottles of Jameson than usual but I take out the whiskey I know he drinks. The table is set and the house smells nice, not only of the food but of the perfume he once bought me, which I sprayed on myself and around the house. I sit and watch television as I wait.

Then suddenly, I hear someone unlocking and I jump up, switch the news channel off and run towards the entrance. Now my heart is racing, what if it is the woman he is seeing that is unlocking the door? What if they live together? What if … just as my mind is racing and going through all these questions, the door unlocks and someone pushes it open and I say a prayer again …’Lord, let it be him, please!’ I beg. Someone enters, I sigh with relief … it’s him.

“Charity, what the f*ck are you doing in my apartment? And how did you get in?” He screams the moment he sees me.
“Clam down, Tshepo. This was meant to be a surprise for you, why are you so worked up?”
“Why am I so worked up?” He asks as he storms towards me. “Why am I worked up? What if my woman came in here and found you here, looking like this? Are you out of your mind, Charity?” “Woman? You have someone in your life you are calling your woman? Who is she, Tshepo?”
“None of your f*cking business. How did you let yourself in?” I don’t answer. “I asked you a question Charity, how the hell did you let yourself in?”
“Tshepo my love, I cooked for you. Let’s eat while we talk about this.” He goes to the dining room table, grabs the casserole dishes and throw the meat away, then follows with the vegetables.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you or what you put in that food, but I am not eating food prepared by a mad woman. And if you don’t tell me right now, how you came in, I am calling the police and I’m reporting you for breaking an entry. Speak now!” He shouts.

“Sikhathele, let me in.” I lie. “F*cking bulls**t,” he responds, takes out his phone and dials security. ‘Security, someone broke into my apartment, how can that happen under your watch? I want someone to come right now and take this person, and keep her until the police arrive.’

“No, Tshepo, please tell them not to come, I will tell you how I let myself in. Please.”
“Speak!”
“Tshepo, a couple of months ago, I stole your spare key and also your access card and ..”
“Where are they now?”
“In my bag.”
“Give them to me!” I grab my bag and give them to him and beg, “Please, ask the security guard to turn back, please. I don’t want to get arrested. Tshepo, have a heart, please.”
“You should have thought of that before breaking into my house.”
“But I did not break in Tshepo, I let myself in, with keys. I did not break anything.” “Do you know what that is called? It’s called trespassing and you can still get arrested for that.” Just after saying that, there is knock by the door and I beg him, “Tshepo, please…. I’m sorry. It will never happen again.”

“You better get dressed or you will be going to your jail cell naked like that and don’t think I give any f*ck.” I run into the bedroom, take off his shirt and put on the change of clothes I was planning on wearing tomorrow. As I am getting dressed, I can hear they are talking but I cannot make out what they are saying and I am stalling, hoping I will hear the door shut, signalling the guards have left, but no.

“Hurry up, before I let the guards come in here and arrest your naked self.” He came to stand by the bedroom door as he said this. I put on my sneakers and run out with my travel bag and I find three security guards waiting and looking at me in astonishment...they know me.

“Here she is. Take her away and make sure the police put her in the darkest cell and it must be wet and smelly. She must not have peace nor comfort after the s**t she pulled.”

“Tshepo, please. I beg you. You don’t have to do this. I promise, I will never do anything like this ever gain.” “You can tell that to the police. Take her away.” He instructs them and I fall on my knees and I beg him, “Oh Tshepo, what will I tell my parents if I get arrested? You know I work in the financial services sector and I can never make it back to the industry if I have a criminal record. Please, Tshepo.” “Why didn’t you think of all of that before pulling such a stunt?” “I’m sorry,” I whisper and tears trickling down my face because it seems he is not prepared to change his mind. He turns to the guards and says, “Take her away!” Two guards charge towards me and each grab my arm while the third one opens the door.

I turn to look behind me, to see if Tshepo is watching as they drag me out of his apartment. He is not even bothered, he just opened the windows wide open to let the smell out and started clearing the table. In my mind I’m thinking, he is cleaning so he does not have to explain himself to his ‘woman’. I leave, with a heavy heart and the moment we get into the lift, the security guards let go of my arms and one of them asks, “Miss, don’t you know that gentleman has temper issues, that you don’t ever p**s him off?” Then another one asks, “Miss, you are so beautiful, do you have to be so desperate and go after a man that doesn’t want you? You are welcome to come to me though, I will never refuse such a beautiful lady.” “Shut up! Shut up, okay?! I still have to deal with the police and the possibility of a criminal record if he doesn’t drop the charges, so please, stop badgering me with stupid remarks, okay?” All three of them keep quiet and I start to sob as we arrive on the Ground Floor and I see a policeman waiting at the entrance. They take me to him and he takes me to the police van. He allows me to sit in front next to him and I can’t stop crying.

We get to Sandton police station and we go into the charge office where I am introduced to the Constable in charge of the case. “Miss Charity Malgas, right?”
“Yes.”
“We have a statement here by a Mr. Tshepo Moeketsi, who accuses you for trespassing. Is this correct?”
“When did he file for the case, because we left him in his apartment? When did he report this?” “Do you know that the person you are talking about is a lawyer?” Silence, as I don’t know how to respond, because he truly is a lawyer. “Mam, Mr. Moeketsi filed for a restraining order against you but later decided to drop it and also the case. He wants you to know that if you ever something like this again, he will not let it slide. He also asks that you don’t force him to get a restraining order against you because that will also reflect on your security profile. He is dropping the charges against you and asks that you don’t ever make contact with him again. Don’t call him, don’t text him, don’t thank him and don’t you ever go near him again.” “Ok, Constable. Can I go home now?” “Yes, you are free to go.” “But my car is at his apartment, will someone take me back?”
“This is a police station lady in case you did not notice, not some shuttle service kiosk,” says the Constable and walks away without even looking back. I take my phone out and request a ride from the app and the car is here in less than ten minutes. The driver takes me back, and as I get in my car, the security guards are pointing at me, laughing. I guess I made myself a laughing stock for the day. I drive home, thinking to myself, what’s my next move?

The next morning, I call in sick at work and I visit that doctor to proceed with my plans of having Tshepo’s baby.

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