Unscripted love Chapter 75 - Mzansi Stories

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Unscripted love Chapter 75

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#75
Living With The Choices We Make
FUTHI’S POV
Dr. Smith made sure I was pumped full of pain medication before I was transported back to my room after getting another round of tests done. I don’t know what he told my parents but he managed to get them to visit once a day. I appreciated that my parents were supportive and they did all they could to make me feel better but I was tired of their constant bickering and finger pointing. Ultimately, I made the choices that I made and I was now living with the consequences.
I was also grateful that my mother got her old job back, which meant she wasn’t spewing venom in my ear all day. I appreciated her bathing and dressing me but her evil thoughts and her hatred for Forgiveness, Solomon and my dad was rubbing off on me. I needed time in the solitude of my own thoughts.
I was certain that prison was the best place for Brother Solomon because my mother was out for blood. She mentioned something about getting a gun and I could only hope that it was the anger speaking. I’d pointed Brother Solomon out in a line-up at the police station and gave a detailed statement before I was wheel chaired back to the hospital. I did not add nor alter any of the facts but Detective van Acht still believed the first round was rape because I said no and I told him to stop but he didn’t. I didn’t even know that there were rounds and I was still unclear on his description of rounds.
Everything was confusing but one thing Dr Smith said was clear - Brother Solomon broke one of the Ten Commandments and killed a person. He had to pay for that. Flowers, a teddy bear, promises of a future and my ever changing feelings for him didn’t exonerate him. He was in jail and the Detective was convinced he was going to be convicted. Technically, I won. I was going to get the justice my sister craved.
It was my last day at the hospital and I was so exhausted and drowsy from the drugs that I drifted off to sleep as soon as I was back in my room. I only noticed vaguely that the nurse checked up on me in the late morning and I didn’t fully wake until almost noon. By that time, I felt like I was hit by a bulldozer.
Dr. Smith checked on me in the early afternoon and ordered this cool little gadget where I could administer a shot of pain medicine by myself ever so often. I needed it. Every twist and move was painful but the worst was when I had to cough. Okay, I wasn’t in excruciating pain anymore but I was glad I wasn’t at home on my own all day. I was not sure how I could have even managed without the pampering of the nurses.
Manda and Taylor came by after school, carefully scouting the room but when there was no sign of my mother, they were comfortable enough for a visit in their micro school uniform. My mother had a hissy fit when she first saw them with their skirts that were a centimetre longer than their blazers. I didn’t know how they braved the winter when they were practically half-naked five days a week. They had stunning long legs though, I’ll give them that even though they were covered in goose bumps half the time.
“So, do you remember that bartender from the other day? He is such an asshole,” Manda announced. “He said he wanted to take me out on the date. Next thing he expects me to take a taxi because he doesn’t have a car and he wanted to take me to a cheap fast food joint. Who the hell eats fish dripping in oil and a sea of french fries for a date? I need to stop wasting my time with boys that are still learning how to wine and dine a woman.”

I could only imagine how it would be like to be on a date. “I’ve never been on a date before.” I stated.
Taylor looked triumphant. “My man’s cousin is looking for a new girlfriend. I’ll set you up on a blind date.”
Somehow, I was disappointed that she would think of me because this cousin was ancient and he was married. But truthfully, what did I expect? Brother Solomon wasn’t a spring chicken.
I bushed off the offer and steered the conversation towards the school work I’d missed that week. We didn’t get past talking about Miss Williams. She was one of those teachers that get so engrossed in the subject that it’s more like entertainment for her. Secretly, I was just as passionate about pre-twenty first century authors and I loved how Miss Williams spoke about them as though they were close friends. According to her, Fitzgerald should have left his distasteful wife in the dust. He was far too good for such a shallow, mundane woman.
If it were entirely up to me, I’d study teaching but theology was just as intriguing. I loved anything to do with the bible and I wanted to study all there was to know about biblical theology. I wasn’t sure if it was the right choice now that I’d failed to apply those principles at the first sign of temptation.
Everything I knew was put to the test. On the one hand, I wanted Brother Solomon to go to jail and suffer for what he’d done to me and others. He destroyed me and broke things in me that I didn’t even know could be broken. Yet oddly, I still stubbornly wanted to be with the man who was such an important part of my life – my first crush, my first lover, the first person I even thought of kissing, the person who took my innocence. Would he still be interested in me knowing that I was one of the key witnesses in his trial? Do prison romances even work? Why was I still thinking about the person everyone called all sort of foul names all damn day?
For the rest of the visit Taylor and Manda spoke about boys which only made me wonder if I really wanted to be like them. If being cool meant using both hands to count the number of people I’d slept with then I didn’t want to be cool. I didn’t want to have a list, I wanted to have one guy. The one guy who would be the center of my universe and I would be the center of his, like my grandparents or my parents before that Jezebel came into the picture.
I envied what Sister Thando and Brother Levi had. I didn’t really know Brother Levi but his actions showed that he loved everything about my sister and he wasn’t afraid to show it to the whole world. I didn’t want to be someone’s secret, I didn’t want to be forced to change aspects of myself to please someone else. I wanted someone who would make me their woman crush Wednesday every single Wednesday like Levi did for my sister even on the days when she was rocking her beautiful afro.
Growing up my mother always told my sister and I to marry guys who we considered our best friends. “Marry the one that will make you close your eyes for five more minutes in the morning, even if your mind is awake, because your dream had him in it.” She’d say.
Deep down I knew that Brother Solomon wasn’t that person and I couldn’t figure out why I entertained the idea of settling. If I knew that it wasn’t working, why was I holding on to a broken man? I was standing at the cross roads in my life and I didn’t want to turn the wrong way out of fear of the unknown.
“Why were you admitted by the way?” Manda asked at some point during the visit.
“Some or other infection.” I advised, which wasn’t exactly a fib. I was glad that she didn’t care enough to probe further.
“Your dad came to school and told them that you weren’t feeling well. The teachers gave him some of the hand-outs we got in class and they gave him the scope for upcoming tests, he also managed to convince them to give you special test days for tests you missed. At least that will give you enough time to get your mind off school and stay home until the swelling around your face is totally gone.” Taylor said.

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“Do I look dreadful?” I asked. I was peeing into a bedpan and hadn’t had a chance to observe myself in the mirror.
Manda grimaced. “Let’s just say you wouldn’t win a beauty pageant. But don’t worry, you will be back to your pretty self in no time. And look on the bright side – if you still have the puffy face by Halloween, you won’t need a costume.”
I wasn’t sure I appreciated her dark humour but gave her a crooked smile in response.
After they eventually left, I read The Devine Revelation Of Hell to shock myself into obedience before going to sleep. The drugs were still keeping me in an almost constant state of drowsiness and there were no nightmares to interrupt my sleep. Those would only come at night when it was dark, forcing me to sleep with the lights on.
Brother Levi surfaced in my room in the late afternoon armed with an expensive looking glass chess board and a gigantic bouquet of yellow roses.
“I thought you could use some company. Your sister is stuck in Cape Town so I’m here representing both of us,” he grinned. “I heard you are the chess guru, maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
I was in the chess team and I had a few trophies to show for my efforts.
“Don’t you have to be somewhere playing soccer or practicing?” I asked, somewhat surprised that he’d travel to KZN to spend time with me.
“Nope, not today. I’m off for the next few days so I thought I’d pop in and check up on you.”
I was overwhelmed by his kind gesture.
He settled down, we started to play and soon had a conversation going. Brother Levi was real easy to talk to and even quite funny. He was only twenty five and he’d already managed to achieve what he set out to achieve from the time he was five. He wanted to establish himself as a brand, get his own sports wear clothing line, cologne and perhaps start his own coffee shop franchise. He was part owner of a couple of restaurants but he ultimately wanted to branch out and start his own.
It was interesting to hear that he had a younger brother, Amohelang, who had schizophrenia. It was scary to hear that Brother Amohelang would have violent outbursts and wake up the next day and act like nothing happened. It made me wonder if Brother Sandiso had the same thing because the journalist who did the interview stated that Brother Sandiso didn’t know anything about my sister’s rape so he couldn’t comment on it. His stance struck me as odd, I saw my sister after it happened. Nobody told me anything but Sister Thando had bruises on her neck, she was in pain and she didn’t leave her room for days.
Brother Levi also had sisters and brothers from his birth family and adoptive family. The idea of having a black family and a white family fascinated me, he was more white than black. He even sounded like a white guy when he spoke. He didn’t know much about his birth mother’s family because they refused to talk to him. He studied economics but he didn’t finish his degree and he was in the process of completing a six week certificate course in coaching to tick a higher education box and get his inheritance.
“So, that’s enough about me. What do you want to do after high school?” he asked.
Me: Before we get there, surely when your dad stipulated that you needed a degree or certificate to get your inheritance he was thinking of a diploma or something like that.
Levi: Yeah but I spoke to an attorney when my mom and I weren’t seeing eye to eye and he advised me to enrol for a simple certificate course. It’s a certificate.
I nodded in agreement. “It sure is. I was torn between teaching and theology but I chose theology because I will take over the reins from my dad, be the pastor of the church one day. I hope I get a scholarship or a bursary because my sister won’t be working in London and my parents can barely afford to pay for household expenses.”
He cringed. “Is that what you want to do? Do you want to be a full time pastor with a degree and all?” he asked, somewhat suspicious.
“I’ve never considered anything else. Thando won’t do it so I have to do it.” I admitted. “But I wouldn’t mind being a pastor and a teacher.”
Levi: I don’t know much about church and how pastors are appointed but isn’t God supposed to decide.
Me: So you acknowledge that there is a God.
Levi: I acknowledge that you believe that there is a God. As far as I know a pastor isn’t a chief so it isn’t a given that one of his kids has to take over.
I chuckled. “You must never let my dad hear you say that. You will be excommunicated.”
Brother Levi pattered something under his breath before moving his queen across from my king. “Check mate.”
I gazed at the board. He was right, I should have paid better attention. The conversation had distracted me.
“Up for a rematch?” he inquired with a small smile on his lips. I couldn’t stomach another beating, I needed to recuperate then give him a rematch.
“Yes. Just not today.” I smiled for the first time in so long. I never expected him to reteach me how to feel comfortable extending my thoughts to another person in a matter of hours.
He slowly got up from his chair and stretched. I couldn’t help but admire how his muscles bulged under his shirt. “I’m flying out to Cape Town to surprise your sister, do you know which hotel she’s staying in? I’d ask her but she told me and I forgot.”
“I’ll ask her and I’ll send you the details. My sister is really lucky to have someone like you in her life, it’s like you really care about her.”
Levi: Our Love is the only woman I have ever loved and she makes me very happy….. I know it isn’t really my place and we don’t know each other that well but you shouldn’t be wasting your time with people like Solomon. You deserve a person that treats you like the princess that you are, not some boy that is only after one thing.
Me: Which is?
Levi: Sex. Boys lie and say just about anything to get into your pants, don’t believe everything they say.
Me: But how do you know if a person is lying?
Levi: Time is the only way to get to know a person’s character and assess their true intentions. However, there are baboons like Solomon that one can spot from a distance. That man is a disgusting ox that preys on little girls because he cannot manage real women his age.
“Seems like I’m the only one who didn’t see him for what he is. I’m so gullible and naïve.”
“Don’t beat yourself up for it. We’ve all done things we wish we could undo and we all make mistakes. We need to learn from them and move on. Learn whatever it is you were supposed to learn from this situation. Don’t let this define you and dictate how you live the rest of your life. You are still Futhi, my beautiful little sister who is firm in her beliefs. Look at the twelve disciples, they weren’t perfect. One of them was a murderer or something like that.”
“Paul,” I interjected.
“I don’t know who that is but I’ll take your word for it. But yeah, hope you get my point. They weren’t perfect but they patched things up and they were chosen to be disciples. Anyway, if you ever want to talk about anything, just give me a call.”
Me: For a non-Christian you know a lot about the bible.
Levi: I study a religion before I dismiss it. I also know the Quran inside out, I’m actually reading up on scientology to see what that’s about. I made reference to the little I remember from researching Christianity because I wanted to talk to you in a language that you understand.
I gave him an appreciative smile. “Have a safe flight, Brother Levi. Thanks for the visit.”
He grinned. “Please call me Levi. After all, I don’t call you sister Futhi.”
I didn’t know what to make of that and just kept gazing at him. He hesitated before he left and turned when he reached the door. “If you maintain your record of straight As and study what you really want to study, not what you think is expected of you then your sister and I will pay for your tuition fees.”
With that, he left me with a map in mind. It was easier to know which direction to take at the cross road if I knew where I wanted to end up. I was going to be one of the best English teachers. First, I needed to pull myself together and focus on preparing for my tests geared at preparing us for our Matric exams.

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