I met my wife on my second month living in Middelburg, I had just gotten a job in a mine and I couldn’t be happier. I was a 26 year old who had couple of hiccups in life but I kept on going, I had a good girlfriend back home and a good mother who didn’t tolerate nonsense.
I had a daughter with my then girlfriend, she was a bubbly 4 year old ready to take over the world with her big imagination. I remember checking my balance and couldn’t believe I had about R30 000, life was great and the couple of friends I met at work were all married but had side chicks in the city. I was initiated and assured this is what all men do, and who I was not to cheat when I had probably had sex with 7 or 8 females in my life.
The new life made it easy to get women, I looked the part of young black and rich. My walk was even changing I was that happy with life, this led to me meeting a woman I would abandon my family for and give her everything she needed.
I had always dated dark skin girls but as I made money I had all the yellow bones on my lap. Before long she had moved in and hinted lobola, in a year time I had paid lobola and year later married.
I completely abandoned my family back at home, I even hired some old men to act as my relatives during the lobola negotiation.
I had a car and she would drive it too as well, she drove in the yard one evening and told me she was pregnant and I was overjoyed with excitement. The baby was born and he got everything he wanted after all he was my first son, I even named him after me.
Years went by and I got sick, I couldn’t go to work anymore and our helper had to step up and play the role of my wife. She didn’t care one bit about me she was always out and about and my son kept his distance.
I remember I woke up in familiar room, I was greeted by an old rusty roof and it hit me that I was back at home. I was back where I started and bedridden, I couldn’t believe that my wife dumped me at home and left. I called the helper and she spill it all, she said a man had moved in and he looked exactly like my son. I found out I had signed divorced papers without my knowledge and she gotten almost everything I owned. I had no job, neither a place of my own and on top of it all my son was not my blood.
The people whom I abandoned I was now their burden and karma couldn’t be more painful. I still regret what I did but we live and learn
