KARMA

Hi mamazala I have a heartbreaking confession. So my parents died when I was at my tender age and I was the only child. Well it is known how tired family gets of orphans so that was also the case with me.

I ended up living with my boyfriend at the age of 15. For the first time ever I felt like I belong. His family treated me well aswell. I finished my Matric and a year later I worked as a cashier at boxer. He wasn't working and no one in his family was working so I became the bread winner.

Two years after being their bread winner he got a job as a police man. We were all so happy, we had two kids and I was expecting the third when he was starting with police College/training. He came back from police College and built a house for his family, I also helped. Everything was fine as we were both now the bread winners and I was happy to have someone also helping out.

I had been with the family for almost 15 years and unmarried. Before he got the job the whole family had been speaking about how they wish they could pay lobola for me and how God will one day provide. Now that he had means to pay lobola they muted the conversation completely. I would bring it up once in a while jokingly but it would get awkward.

I must have brought it about five times until one day his elder sister lost it, she told me how I am targeting her little brother's money and how I am hungry for his money. Did I mention that they also didn't have parents! It was a child headed home. He had two older sisters, one big brother and 2 little sister and brother(twins).

The sister told me off shame, she told me how their brother's money is to help them and not pay lobola for a makoti they practically raised. She furthered said if anything I should be the one paying them for raising me.

I kept quite and honestly I was in shock but acted fine. I went to bed early that day and when he came back home from night shift in the morning, before I left for work I told him about that painful situation and he found it funny. I kept quite and left for work.

Things started being weird between the siblings and I from that day on. They changed on me completely. My children were also complaining about them and how they are treated them badly now. 

Their brother had also changed, he started coming home late and on his off days he wouldn't even come back. I tried talking to him about it and he would get angry everytime. His siblings started saying things such as "my brother will marry his colleague that he loves so much not a gold digger" they would say such things to each other laughing and making sure I heard them.

One day I came back from work and found the police woman they have been raving about. She was still in her uniform while her boyfriend, my baby daddy was in our bedroom changing. I greeted them and they all laughed at me like an idiot with no reply and I decided to just go to the bedroom and they told me not to go there because their brother was changing and his wife was waiting for him in the sitting room so I must also wait.

Before I could say anything he walked out and said to the woman in uniform "let's go baby I am ready, reaching for her hand". I was dumb struck, the sisters started ululating as the couple left. My baby daddy had even packed an overnight bag. It was as if I didn't exist, he didn't even look at me.

They drove off and tears just started coming out and the eldest sister said "go home, k'phelile" with a mocking voice. I ran to the bedroom and the kids followed me. I stayed hoping my man will come around but he made it clear that he was done and he was only letting me stay because of the kids.

6 months later he paid lobola for the girl. I had four kids with him and I had been with him for 15 years and he married the woman he met 7 months ago. She had two kids from previous relationships and she was now carrying his baby. When they had their traditional wedding I still lived in that house.

They brought makoti home in my presence. The woman's kids treated by babies like their house help. I'd been searching for a stand and eventualy I bought it and built a zozo(zinc house) and moved there with my kids. They were happy, dancing and ululating the day I left.

I furthered my studies and I am now a teacher, married to a lawyer who can't have children so he treats my children as his own, we live a very comfortable life. My babies are very fond of him. There is mo karma in this bazala, the lesson to all women is build yourself and don't build any man. My ex is still happily married but then so am I.

Although the new wife now tells the sisters to make their own money and support their children and themselves because her husband is not an ATM. They tried reaching out to me but FIRE!!!! I always yell FIRE everytime they try to talk to me. That's the only good thing that came out of this, they have met their match.