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Tuesday, January 10


Dygo-Ring of Lies, Secrets & Betrayals Chapter 64

The stark smell of bleach was overwhelming. I scrunched my eyes at the bright light that was sipping through my closed eyelids. I felt powerless and heavy. I could not move my hand, my head or my body.
I slowly started blinking, desperately trying to open my eyes and see what’s around me. Where am I? As blinding light slowly subsided I could take a look around my surroundings. I was at the hospital. The room was pristine clean and gloomy. Typical hospital bed. I had a tube across my nose, a drip on my hand and monitors loudly beeping.
When I finally realise my surroundings, a nurse came into the room and smiled at me and said she will call my husband and the doctor.
Few minutes later the doctor came in and told me that I was knocked down by the pain medication. She asked the nurse to remove the drip and the tube on my nose. I just asked the nurse how long was I out and what day was it. Just as she was about to answer, Kevin came in and stood by my bedside. The nurse finished off and moved. Suddenly I was able to move my body without any problems.
The doctor told me that she did an ECG and blood tests and that she was happy I was not having heart attack. She said I had panic attacks and went on explaining the cause, the treatments and what I should and shouldn’t do. She said since I was cleared of any life threatening conditions, she was happy to discharge me. She told the nurse to order some medication. Before she left the room, she said I was free to go home and that I should take it easy and rest. I thanked the doctor and we said our goodbyes.
Kevin accompanied her out of the room and came back.
I asked Kevin what happened and how did I end up in hospital because I couldn’t remember then. He went on about how I scared the crap out of him. How he thought he was loosing me. Had Apparently I had difficulty breathing, sweating, trembling, shaking and before I lose consciousness I complained about being dizzy and having chest pains. He managed to get someone to find Kennedy who phoned the ambulance and rushed me here. Kevin said that I was very aggressive when I regained consciousness and pulling out the drips and stuff, hence I was sedated.
I asked him what day it was and for how long have I been hospitalised. Kevin said it was still Saturday and that I have been there for four hours. I asked for my phone because I needed to make a call. Kevin said he left it at Avianto with Kennedy who borrowed him his phone in case he needed to make calls. He offered me Kennedy’s phone to use it. Said it was okay. I guess since I was discharged, I could wait until I get my phone to make that call.
Kevin excused himself to call Paula to come fetch us. As Kevin left the room, everything else came rushing back. I remembered the revelation that shattered my heart. All I could think of was Milano and so many questions as to why did he lie to me and also how much aware was he of this whole mess, and for how long had he known about my dysfunctional relationship with the Gosiames...and kept quiet about it.
A lot of why’s , how could he and what ifs played through my mind. This whole saga didn’t make sense at all. Yes Kevin’s version of the bombshell made sense to some extent, but there was a part of me that refused to believe everything Sheryl told him, nor matter how fitting the puzzle looked. Call it denial or being naive.. Milano was not capable of breaking my heart and my trust like that. There must be some sort of mixed up or misunderstanding. Everything that Kevin told me must be a big fat fabricated lie.. It had to be. For everyone’s sake, especially my relationship with Milano.
I took deep breaths and convinced myself that I was just dreaming and that I would wake up from this terrible nightmare and open my eyes and find myself lying in bed at Hurlingham with my Milberry by my side, who will just hold me in his strong and loving arms and confirm that I was just having a bad dream and that everything was perfectly fine and that he has never heard of Sheryl, Dintle nor Kefiloe Moshaneng in his life.
But my worst fears were realised when Kevin came back and told me that I have been discharged and that we should get going. It dawn to me, I wasn’t dreaming, I wasn’t in Hurlingham nor anywhere near Milberry. I was in hospital because of the devastating news. I snapped out of my million thoughts and asked him where we were headed to, and he said Paula was on her way to take us back home. I just stood up and then Kevin helped me to walk out of the room, the hospital and to the parking lot.
Few minutes later the Limo stopped few metres away from us. I looked at Kevin with the” what on earth is going on here eyes”, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked with me to the limo and opened the door. I realised that Paula organised Mr Transport instead of coming over to fetch us. Since I was weak and tired and clearly not in the mood to argue or fight or cross question anything, I kept quiet. It didn’t matter how we were going home, as long as I was going home to my kids.
Kevin got inside and I just rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. We travelled in silence. Mr Limo driver played our wedding song, Everything I do, I do it for you. Kevin just pulled my hands and just rubbed them off. He was humming along with the Bryan Adams. I swear somewhere along the song he shed some tears. He kept letting go of my hands with one hand and wiping off his face, possibly his eyes, then put it back on top of my hands. I swear, I always felt the wetness. I just kept quiet..
Less than half an hour later the limo stopped. Since it was already late, and I had my head rested the entire trip, I was surprised we arrived home so quickly. Just as I sat upright and looked outside the window, I realised that I wasn’t home. We were at Thabong Guesthouse. Kevin also looked surprised.
The limo driver just told us that he was following orders from Mrs Segerman. I told Kevin to call Paula and or Kennedy and asked them why we were still in Muldersdrift? And what were we doing at Thabo and Bongiwe’s guesthouse? The last time we were there was on our wedding weekend. Kevin got out of the car and I followed him. Just as he was busy dialling Paula’s, the limo driver said goodbye and drove off. Holy crap! Is this guy for real? Dumping us in front of a guesthouse while trying to understand why he was dropping us there in the first place, instead of home!
Kevin tried to run after the limo in the effort of stopping him, but the big car just sped off. He came back to where I was standing and dialled Paula. I couldn’t hear the other side obviously, but I heard Kevin shouting at Paula asking her what kind of games was she playing. He mentioned something about me not well and needing to rest blah blah. Next moment Paula hung up on him.
Kevin was furious and took my hand and we walked inside to the reception. When we got to the reception, the lady on duty happened to be Thabo’s cousin Mpule, she recognised us and said that they have been impatiently waiting for us and had prepared everything. Kevin and I just looked at each other and asked to see Bongi or Thabo. Mpule told us that Thabo went away on a business trip and dialled Bongi.
Bongi welcomed us and showed us our room. Guess what? Yep, our honeymoon suite. The room I spent my wedding night with my husband Kevin, five years ago. I just laughed and realised that this was all part of Paula’s match making stunts. I asked Kevin if he knew about this and he said he was also surprised when the Limo dropped us off.
Bongi confirmed that Paula asked her to organise the place and recreate the memories of 25 October 2008.
I asked Bongiwe if there was another room as I was not going to spend the night with Kevin in the same room. She threw a hot one at us. She said unfortunately she was fully booked. Apparently Paula begged her and even offered to pay double what she charges for the honeymoon suite. So upon realising the extent Paula was prepared to go for us, she had to pull some strings to get us the exact room.
Bongiwe left us in the room and said she will let us settle in and freshen up before she send someone to bring us something to eat. Truth be told, I was not impressed by everything that was happening. My mind was some place far away. All I needed was a hot shower, my bed, a big tub of my favourite pick me up ice cream and a slap of chocolate. This romantic set up was making me even more sicker. I wanted nothing to do with reliving what used to be the best time of my entire life. All I wanted was to be alone and process the reality that was about to wreck havoc what was supposed to be a perfect relationship with Milano Lesego Lebitso. I wasn’t going to be a good company.
Kevin: What is in your mind? Cum’on talk to me
Nna: Pain. And If you don’t mind, I don’t want to talk about it.
Kevin: I understand. Bobo, I’m really so sorry about everything that happened today. I know Paula meant well by going all out to arrange all this. She didn’t know it would end up this way. I didn’t even tell her what happened. If you rather rest and retire for the night, I’d also understand. You can have the bed, I will sleep on the floor. You have been through enough. I am aware that whatever we spoke about before that episode, must have shocked and saddened you. I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I wish I could have not said anything. I’m sorry you had to find out about that like this. Please forgive me.
Nna: It’s okay Kevin. I just... it’s just that what you said caught me off guard and I couldn’t handle it. But, I don’t blame you. Sooner or later I was going to find out anyway. Unfortunately I had to find out like this, from you. Can we please change the topic? I don’t want to talk about this, not today.
Kevin: It’s okay Bobo. Honestly I understand. You can take a shower and I will go find Bongi to organise something simple for you to eat and drink your medication and then rest. If you want to be alone, I could call Uber and go home and come fetch you tomorrow morning.
Nna: No Kevin. I’m fine. Really! Your sneaky cousin went all out and paid for all this. Let’s not let it go to waste. Let’s just enjoy the treat. We will deal with her tomorrow. As long as we are not going to discuss us, or my relationship, then I say let’s dine and wine.
An hour later Kevin and I were sitting on our table for two in the honeymoon suite having candlelight dinner. I was listening to Kevin telling me about his stay overseas and how beautiful the place was etc etc. We spoke about a lot of things and people. Nothing personal. I must say for a little while I had forgotten about my pain. Until I mentioned my accident. Then it all came shattering every fibre of my heart.
You know, for a while, since dating Milano, I thought the word “heartbreak” was just a metaphor to describe deep sadness and I didn’t realise it was an actual descriptor.
For the first time, in a very long time I felt my heart, break. Here was the guy who promised me he would never let me get hurt, who said he would earn my trust, who said he would always be there for me, whom I trusted with all my heart. He turned out to be the same guy who hurt me the most. My heart felt like it had cracked and broken into different pieces. I felt both emotional pain and physical pain in my heart.
Many people knew me as a strong woman, independent, fearless, who wasn’t daunted by anything. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be unaffected despite what happened. No pity parties, no sob stories. I was no sap. I wanted to stand up tall and overcome whatever was before me.
And for the most part, I did. On the outside, I dealt with it very well, appearing unfazed. I seemingly moved on with little downtime. I had to pretend in front of yet another man who once tore my heart to pieces. I didn’t want him to see me torn. I didn’t want him to take advantage of the situation by offering me comfort. I was more than anything ashamed of letting him realise how deeply hurt I was because of the man I just described as the best thing ever happened to me since his exit in my life. I had to keep my head high for few hours with him without falling apart.
But deep inside of me, was a little girl: small, vulnerable, angry, disappointed and hurt. I was crushed. As much as I tried to be strong, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. To think I had opened myself up to this guy, trusted him, fell for him, and this happened. I thought I at least deserved an explanation for what was going on. All I had were questions, a bunch of hypotheses, and no answers. I felt like some kind of fool, like I had been played around with. I felt worthless, like a piece of shit.
I couldn’t wait to look at him and asked him if he deliberately kept all this from me. Amidst all the revelations, I knew Milano was such a great guy. I loved him and I believed in him. Ultimately, I recognized he had the opportunity to express his feelings but he didn’t. Him being such a closed book and not being open has now caused us our relationship.
I stopped myself from letting the mention of the Gosiames drive me crazy. Kevin stood up and held me close to his chest as I opened up about my accident, Reatli's confession about her knowledge of the accident and my trip to Bloemfontein to talk to Fifi. I thought it was a great opportunity for me to just let it all out. I cried so much in his arms....not because of what I was telling him but because I was thinking of Milano and all the opportunity he had to being open with me and he chose not.
Kevin: I’m sorry I put you through so much. I blame myself for everything. Had I been a man enough for you, loved you unconditionally, stood by you and protected you, everyone and everything that ever hurt you wouldn’t have succeeded. Nyiko & Reatli, my mom, the Gosiames, and the Leballos did all this because I turned my back on you. I can never ask for your forgiveness enough, just like I can never undo or fix what I did, but, whoever so much hurt you, will pay. And I will make sure of that.
Nna: That’s very rich and bold coming from you. But you’re damn right about one thing. I am in this whole mess because of you Kevin. If there’s anyone to pay for everything, it’s you. No one else. And unfortunately there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone can do to fix this. It’s a little too late, besides the damage has been done. So please don’t even try.
Kevin: It’s never too late to pay your debts Bobo, unless you are six feet under like Nyiko and Kefiloe. Well, Batista gave Nyiko a taste of his own medicine and did a lot of people huge favour. Unfortunately with Kefiloe, it was cruel because she was just an innocent person who was used. Pity for them, they won’t face the music and have dodged the payback bullet but the remaining culprits, especially my family, will get what is coming to them. So does Batista .
Nna: Whoa! Hau Kevin, what’s with the quest for making people pay? And why do you think Batista killed both Nyiko and Kefiloe?
Kevin went on telling me about how after finding out about being suspected of murdering Nyiko and Kefiloe, he decided to track and trace Nyiko’s trusted hit man Batista. Upon finding him, Batista confessed everything about all the murders he carried out for Nyiko, including Dintle’s, TT, Kefiloe, and finally GD himself. Batista further told Kevin about the night GD was murdered and who orchestrated the murder and told him how to carry it out. He went on telling me how he let people rail road all over him and me. And how this time, they went too far and must be stopped. He said the biggest mistake they ever did was to try to frame him for murder, try to steal his company and broke his marriage.
I told him that I thought Nyiko was the bad guy and since he was dead, there was going to be some peace. He told me that I was in the dark. Kevin was really out for blood. He told me that everything that Nyiko did was instructions from his boss, the kingpin himself Pablo, his own cousin. And now having find out everything, he realised that his own mother and little sister had everything to do with everything else that happened in his life. Including their attempt to frame him for Nyiko’s death so that they can benefit from his dirty wealth and cover their asses.
Nna: Phew Kev, are you sure about revenge? Especially against your own family, the most cruel and heartless Kingpin and the most notoriously dangerous hitman ? Hai! Good luck. Seems like you are going to need it.
Kevin: It’s time for “payback Karabello for everything”. I have so much information enough to expose them. And guess what? I don’t even care whether they are family or not or if they end up in jail or not. I’ve heard it with mama and Reatli and Pablo Dillaray. Bob, don’t worry about me, I will be fine. I am doing this for you, for us, for myself and for al the families that Pablo and his syndicate destroyed. And you know what I know a “ good luck charm” someone who will gladly help me put a stop to all this killings. Someone I should have trusted five years ago when he approached me for information on what I knew and I foolishly turned him down. This person would have put an end to this whole madness before it got to this ugly feud.
Nna: Who is that person?
Kevin: Perugia Mosito, twin brother to the late investigator TT Mosito that cousin Pablo instructed Nyiko to kill.
Oh my God! Did Kevin just mentioned abuti Perry? Milano Leballo’s elder brother? Clearly he has no idea who this Mosito guy is. Of course, I haven't discussed the relationship between the Mosito-Leballo-Lebitso with him, hence he thinks he has someone to help him. Imagine!
Honestly, for Kevin to want to form alliance with Perry to destroy his own family was just awkward. Especially now with the revelation that PT, who is related to the late TT and Milano( my now boyfriend that Kevin nearly killed, with a crazy late ex wife that nearly killed me), could also be big brother to Dintle and Sheryl Gosiame who both happens to have kids with the same man who also happen to have been married to Kevin's sister and also worked for Kevin’s cousin Pablo, who was TT’s best friend and also the man who instructed GD to kill TT and possibly Dintle.
What a tasteless combo!
Happy New year Berry Family and I’m Sorry for late post. I got really hectic.Enjoy the first insert of 2017🍒🍓💞💞
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Dygo-Ring of Lies, Secrets & Betrayals Chapter 63

I moved closer to Kevin, and took a sip of my wine. I pulled both his hands.
Nna: You see Kevin, the difference between you and I is that my love is unwavering. It is a love that is deep inside of my soul and gives restoration to my faith in other people. It is a love that I was taught when I was a little girl. People in this world are going to hurt me. They have, and they will again. They will love me and they will hate me. Sometimes they will do both, as you have decided to do. You have shattered my heart, but you have not shattered my love.
Love is not something that is cast aside and broken. It is something that resides safely inside of each and every one of us if we choose to recognize it. It is a tool for forgiveness and strength. It is faith, when we lose it in humanity. It is being able to see our own beauty and potential, even when others make those things feel non-existent. Love is a perpetual joy that saves us when all hope feels lost. Love is not something that you can take from me.
There are no simple letters written about simple heartbreaks. There is only one simple concept, and that is that love is the most powerful entity in the world. So, I will probably allow a few more tears to fall down tonight in your honour. I will most likely shed more when I listen to a song we used to sing or see something I know would make you smile. But I will be OK. I will be OK because the love inside of me is strong and true. I will be OK because no matter how many people trample on my heart, they will never take my love. No one can, not even you.
Once upon a time I believed I was a better person for having loved you, but now I know different. It was in losing you that I became not just better, but the best person I can be. Yes, you wrecked me, but after the heartbreak, I came out on the other side. I came out not only intact, but more whole than I was. I flourished in the aftermath.
Yes, for a time, I wanted you back at all costs. But not anymore. I know now that I am worth far more than what your heart can give. I am not willing to sell my soul at a dime store cost.
Kevin : I know I really let you down and hurt you so much. I want you to know that I meant every word when I said I love you and that only death will separate us. I swear Bobo, I have never loved anyone the way I am so in love with you and I realised that I can't live without you . I know that I really did hurt you and yet you still held on to our love. If I could erase all the bad memories and restart from five years ago right here, trust me I will. If I could, I would go back and tell you everything without a second thought and honour my promises.
I know you have lost trust in me but I’m more than willing to gain it all back ,every bit of trust that I ever lost. I don’t care what I have to lose to gain that or how long it would take me. I want to prove to you that I’m truly sorry, it wont happen again and I will be a man good enough and worthy of your love. I’m sorry I did you wrong and I will try to make it better and have things go back all together .
If you only knew that through the pain I felt and the reality of the same pain I inflicted in you, I seem to just can't say sorry enough but I know that sometimes it just isn't enough. I'm willing to do anything to have your trust back. I still love you Bobo-mama-wa-kokoberries tsa Rona.
Nna: You have broken my heart, but you have not broken my love. I know you have it too, deep inside of you, and my love allows me to genuinely hope that you will understand it one day. You broke me before and, you made same promises and I took your word for it. We went on and you started breaking every promise ever made again. And like a fool, I allowed you back into my life. You see, I had no choice; I needed you then...but not anymore...
You know, I lost myself because of you. You brought out the best in me, but when you brought out the worst, it was a worst that now, almost two years later, I couldn’t even recognize as ever having been part of my personality. You not only broke my heart — you broke my spirit. You broke my faith in love. You wrecked havoc on my self worth; you emotionally and mentally abused me in ways you’ll never understand. You destroyed me. They say “a man can be destroyed, but not defeated.”
Well, I’m not defeated because had it not been for you, I wouldn’t know what a sunset looks like . I wouldn’t know what real and selfless love tastes like while leaning against a strong relationship. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be lost in someone else’s heart and look up and see the stars of love staring back at me. Do you know what it feels like to love or be loved unconditionally? I do. I wouldn’t have known the freedom that comes with escape. Escape, my darling, that’s what you taught me. And most importantly, what came with that was true love. Along the way, I learned to love myself, and love others more deeply.
And you know , in one of my life's journeys, I met the man I’m going to spend the remaining of my life with. It took me time to warm up to him and no matter how kind, generous, loving or sentimental he was, my thoughts always returned to your smile, your laughter, our good old days. I would go home and let my tears flow, but got up the next day and pushed forward. Each time our songs would play and every time my car took me past places where we walked hand-in-hand, I felt the scab break open and ooze. But like all wounds, time is a great healer of broken hearts and it allows for distance so that perspective is not clouded by pain.
And to be honest, I love me too much, but someone else came along, and he loves me in ways I can’t explain . I’m not too fearless or too bold for him. Your failure made me recognize the importance of finding an equal, and he appeared just when I decided that I was enough.
He is not you, but maybe that is the point.
It was hard at first to just welcome him in my heart the way I did when I met you. I was still healing, still putting the pieces of my life back together, but he was patient and he understood. I am, for the most part, almost entirely myself again. We’ve re-written those songs, re-tread those walks, and kissed the scars on each other’s hearts along the way. Our relationship is solid and serious.
Kevin: Oh! So it’s about him? You chose him over me? Anyway, maybe you are right about him. He loves you more than I should have loved you, I get this, you like him though. I listened to how you spoke about him, you talked about the fact that you like him. Not once have you did you tell me that you loved him. Not once did you say you were in love with him. It’s all about, you are seeing someone who saved you from me, who is better than me, who helped you get over me, blah blah, but you never once used the word LOVE ..
Nna: I haven’t told you that I love you either.
Kevin: You haven’t told me that because you don’t have to. I can see it in your eyes. I feel it when I hold your hands. I feel it when I am near you. Tell me that you don’t feel the same way. Tell me that you don’t want me back and that your heart and spirit aren’t telling you that things can be better between us, the second time around. Bobo, I love you. I’m going to repeat this, Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me anymore, that you stopped loving me. That you honestly want out of this marriage...
Nna: I want you to know that I loved you. I loved you through every emotional part of the roller coaster you have brought into my life. I loved you on the days that you were pleasant and kind and also the days you were unrecognizable to me. I loved you through changing circumstance and the rapid movement of time. I even loved you when you decided that you didn’t love me anymore.
So the point of all this it isn’t to gloat or boast or hurt your feelings, this is just a thank you. So, thank you for loving me all those years. And for teaching me valuable lessons. Yes it was a rocky twelve years but most importantly we shared so many beautiful memories that I will cherish.
You and I walked a beautiful section of path together while our lives intersected. I will always, always be grateful for the wonderful times we shared. Although the past months and far too many times I hated myself for loving you, but you were necessary. I needed you to get me here, to make me realise my worth and for that I’ll always be grateful. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have met my soulmate. I wouldn’t be where I am today, so deliriously in love with him. So Happy, Content and at Peace.
While I sit here in the place I pledged to love you till death do us part, face hot with tears and disillusionment, I want you to know most is that I still love myself, and I still know what love really is. I also want you to know that a part of me still loves you and I will always love you but not enough to take you back.
You were and always will be an important part of my life, you are the father of our two beautiful kids and our souls will always be connected. You contributed to my life, in the good times and the bad, and so I cannot be bitter and angry and unkind. I do not hate you. I could never hate you nor turn my back on you. You will forever remain in my heart. Over time, I have learned to forgive you. I get it now. You never loved me the same way I loved you, and you can’t be faulted for that. Shit happens, I guess.
I wish you joy. I wish you healing. And I wish you love along your journey as you move forward without me. I am really sorry Kevin Karabello Tau.....but I want a Divorce. Please sign those papers and set me free.
Kevin: So are you going ahead? Bobo, are you going to file for a divorce?
Nna: I already did. And the papers are at your Rosebank apartment. I am sorry Kevin, I gave them to Sheryl Gosiame thinking that the two of you were dating.
Kevin: You did what? Why Bobo? Why? Oh now I understand why she sms’ed me and told me that she left three important envelopes for me at the apartment and asked me to give one to Reatli, one to you and said she was sorry about the other envelope and that she blamed herself for everything that happened to our family and my marriage. So she’s talking about the divorce papers?
Nna: Maybe..Yes.. I am sorry for leaving it with her. But, can you blame me? You damaged my heart Kevin. You made me doubt myself. I am tired of fighting. I am tired of empty promises. I am tired of your family and everything. I know that you love your family, especially your mother and I cannot ask you to choose between us. She’s a very strong, controlling, influential and powerful woman. I doubt that she will ever stop calling the shots in your life and that for me is such a big problem. I can’t go back in circles.
And there’s your almost been baby mama Sheryl Gosiame. She just brings the monster out of me. I can’t stand her. I don’t ever want nothing to do with her. I have realised that you have and always will have a very soft spot for her and I can’t accept your connection and also I would not want to ask you to break the bond you two seems to share.
Kevin: That’s not true Bobo. Those three women are responsible for my downfall, our marriage breakdown and hurting you. Now that I know what they are capable of, and having find out that they don’t care about me, I made a decision. I want Nothing more to do with them ever. And as far as I’m concerned, they are both dead to me.
Nna: Its too late Kevin. Right now you might say you are done with them, but over time you will be right back to little sis, mommy and Sheryl’s mercy..and you and I will be right back to square one. You know, I have decided that I want to live the remaining of my life free from Sheryl Gosiame and your family, especially Reatlehile and Puseletso. And the only way to achieve that is cutting all ties with you and the Taus. Then I will be at peace.
Kevin: But unfortunately that is not going to happen!
Nna: What do you mean?
Kevin: Hau Bobo! You would not get rid of the Taus and the Gosiames! For starter, our kids are Taus and will forever combine us. And the man that you are raving about and also leaving me to be with, happens to be related to Sheryl Gosiame, meaning that she will forever be tied to you.
Nna: Surely you can do better than that Kevin. That is impossible. I would have known that, don’t you think?. Milano Lebitso and I have no secrets. And I know for sure that he doesn’t know Sheryl and the Gosiames. If there was any relation, surely he would have mentioned it.
Not that it’s any of your business, I know Milano’s family. Don’t try to stop me from being with the one man that has done nothing but love and cherish me. I know that it’s not going to be easy for you to accept that I am in love with him and I want to be with him. He makes me so happy. I am happy. Let’s not make this divorce any more harder than it already is. Of course you and I still have to get along for the kids’ sake. But your mother and sister and Sheryl, it’s a big NO.
Kevin: I guess you are right Bobo-mama-wa-kokoberries. We have beautiful kids to look after. They have been through a lot. They need both of us to make sure that they’re well looked after without any more fighting. I must accept that, I have lost you Shuga....I hope that he will be a better man than I was to you and our kids. I guess I cannot blame you, I pushed you right into another man’s arms. Only today, I realised that I have been chasing the world and left you behind to hold our marriage together and to raise our kids, all alone. It must have been hard.
I really don’t deserve you at all. If Milano truly appreciate and makes you that happy, then, hard as it is, I am not going to fight for you, for our broken marriage anymore. Before I get so emotional, lets phone Paula and break the sad news that we are ending our marriage. I will get to the apartment and sign the divorce papers and set you free to be with your soulmate Milano Lebitso.
Look, I am so sorry Makananelo. When I mistakenly assumed that you were dating Sheryl’s family, hence I said that you were not going to get rid of her in your life. I must have been told about a different person. Please forgive me. I really thought that you were dating Lesego Leballo, Sheryl’s elder brother.
Nna: What did you just say Kevin? Did you say Lesego Leballo is Sheryl’s brother? That is ridiculously impossible!
Kevin: Yes, they are family. Sheryl told me that they are blood sister and brother. What is impossible with that? Anyway, since you are not dating Lesego Leballo, looks like you won’t have to deal with Sheryl Gosiame anymore.
My world came crushing on me. What Kevin just revealed shocked me to the core. I started laughing so hard. Sheryl was out to get me. How dare she fabricate such malicious accusations. What is she planning to gain by having lied to Kevin about being related to the man I happened to be dating? Like really Sheryl? Is that the reason why she asked me if I was going to divorce Kevin for Lesego? Now it made all perfect sense. The slut just wanted to stand in my way to happiness again. First she wrecked my marriage, now she wants to destroy my relationship? Like hell I will let her. And as for Kevin, I am not going to entertain him.
I am just so happy that he gave up on fighting for us and that we were finally getting divorced. Nothing was standing in front of my relationship with Milberry. Not even Sheryl Gosiame’s allegations.
Kevin just looked at me laughing my lungs out.
Kevin: Share the joke, what is so funny about what I said?
Nna: Mxx! Your friend take chances. Did she really think that I was going to let her ruin yet again my relationship? Ache ka nnete! She is really sick in the head, like that late sister of hers.
Kevin: I’m not copying what you are talking about!
Nna: I’m talking about Sheryl’s claims about being Milano’s sister. That’s absurd!
Kevin: No no Bobo! My bad! I did apologise for assuming that you were dating Lesego, Sheryl’s brother not Milano.
Nna: You don’t get it Kevin. Lesego Leballo and Milano Lebitso are one and the same person. I am dating Lesego Milano Leballo. Lebitso is his mother’s maiden surname. Long story but yaa, he is my boyfriend and is definitely not related to that biyatch!
Kevin: Tell me that you are joking Bobo! I know for sure that Sheryl Gosiame is your boyfriend’s little sister. Remember when I came back from overseas and go looking for her, I found her in Lesotho. Let’s just say that I got to know the real Sheryl.
I demanded that she made me understand why she was so damaged and behaving so bitter, angry and doing so many bad things. She opened the window of her real life story. Sheryl Gosiame, born Venus Lemosego Leballo, had a very tough, dark and bad upbringing. Turned out that she had four siblings, three brothers and a sister. Apparently two of her siblings passed away, one brother and obviously Dintle, her sister.
Nna: Ridiculous!!! That’s all a lie. I need proof. People like Sheryl can fabricate anything for personal gain!
Kevin: Unfortunately that is the truth. You know Bobo, after you gave me those materials on Sunday, I went on a truth-finding mission. And I found out a whole lot of things. When I say Sheryl confessed, I mean everything. I have proof of most of her confession. I know about your accident, the red car that nearly killed you, the apartment story, I know who was responsible and why. I know everything about Nyiko’s relationship with the Gosiames. I know about Reatli’s plans to destroy Nyiko and how Sheryl ran into hiding because of Nyiko.
I also confronted her about my mom and Reatli’s plans. I know who killed Dintle, Fifi and Nyiko. Oh Bobo, I also know about my mom’s connection with cousin Paballo. It’s only a matter of time before I confront them and let them know that I know about their immoral relationship and killing the Gold Digger and tried to pin it on me.
Nna: This is too much to process Kevin. You see why I can’t trust Sheryl’s sudden allegations?That woman will do anything to destroy me...even kill me for that matter!
Kevin: It’s not allegations Bobo. Actually, now that you confirmed that your Milano is one and the same person as Sheryl’s brother, I can unfortunately reveal that your boyfriend and colleague, the man I unfortunately shot , Lesego Leballo ( known to you as Milano Lebitso) was by the way, married to the scorned woman who wanted to kill you. Sheryl’s sister in law, the late Kefiloe Leballo.
Now, if you don’t believe everything that I told you about your “soulmate” , I suggest you ask him. He was in Bloemfontein with Sheryl during the passing week. Wasn't he?
Nna: Oh my God! No no no , this can’t be Kevin! Not Milano... please tell me that I am not hearing all these. Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeee!
A thud pounded in my chest...As I let the reality of what my soon to be ex-husband just threw at me. I needed to hold myself from letting out a big loud scream, but nothing came out. Instead a million tears came flooding from my eyes down my cheeks as I experienced the most excruciating pain in my heart. After what Kevin told me, it all made sense. Sheryl's statement and her knowledge about my relationship with Lesego..Four siblings: Perry, Torry, Milano, Dintle and Sheryl. And Matebello is Fifi... Hard as I can try to deny it..Ther writing was on the wall. In BOLD
Milano Lebitso, why did you not tell me all this? What are you're intentions? Why? Why?
My heart started beating irregular. Kevin kept asking me to breathe in and out. I just couldn’t ... I was too hurt. And when my vision started getting blurry, I knew what was happening to me. The symptoms and signs were clear. I was having panic and anxiety attacks...
And if Kevin doesn’t rush me to hospital, it might just be too late...Oh shucks! Kevin and I have no cellphone nor money nor car. And it was twenty five minutes before Kennedy comes back to check on us....
With everything that I possessed and my cry for God’s mighty hand to protect me, I needed to try and be calm and tried breathing, but with every loud painful heart beat, and the painful realisation of my shattered life, I slowly started drifting away and getting worse, the odds were against me.
Nna: P-L-E-A-S-E, call for H--E--L--P.
And it was lights off!
Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
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Dygo-Ring of Lies, Secrets & Betrayals Chapter 62

We broke off the hug and I walked backwards.
Nna: Whoa, scratch that, what are you doing here Kevin? Are you stalking me?
Kev: No no Bobo! I’m not stalking you. I can never stalk you.
Nna: Really! So how did you know that I will be here today?
Kev: I am just as surprised to see you. This has Paula and Baby G written all over it. Seems like we’ve been set up. I was dropped off by the same car that just dropped you off. Paula woke me up in the morning and asked me to be ready. I asked her many times where was I going and she just said that I’m attending a wedding with her. So here I was, waiting for her to arrive, only to see you wandering around as if you are wanting for someone.
Nna: Yes, I am actually meeting someone here. My phone battery just died before I could call him.
Kevin: Him? Oh, I see. Are you attending the same wedding with him?
Nna: No! We are not attending any wedding, this must be a misunderstanding. If you don’t mind, can you please lend me your phone?
Kevin: I’m sorry, I don’t have my phone with me. Paula borrowed it and I forgot to take it back.
Nna: Wow! This is just great! I don’t know why I didn’t see this? Bloody Paula, she set us up. Nxxx. Excuse me, I am going to look for a phone booth and make some calls.
Kevin: Wait, when the limo driver dropped me off, he gave me this piece of paper and said if I needed anything, I should look for this person inside. Let’s go find this person and borrow his phone and you can phone whoever you are waiting for. Paula is going to pay for this.
Kevin and I walked inside and looked for a guy named Kennedy. We didn’t look for long, a very feminine guy came towards us and said we must be Mr and Mrs Tau and that he’s been expecting us. He just told us to follow him. I just stood there and asked him to explain what all this was about?
Kennedy apologized and told us that he was only returning a favour for a best friend Paula. He then asked us to follow him and said he will explain everything. I told him that I was not going anywhere with him. I asked him to let me use his phone. He said that he was under strict orders from Paula to not act on any of our requests. Kevin then told him that he should dial Paula’s numbers right away and put her on speaker.
He dialed Paula and told her that we were right beside him and were not impressed. Paula asked him to put the phone on speaker and give it to us.
Kevin: Paula, what is going on here?
Paula: Hey my beautiful couple. I’m glad that you found each other. Now, let Ken tell you the reason you are there. I just wanted to remind you of what you promised each other, God, the Taus and Dires on the 25th October 2008. Once you have remembered, you must decide what you two are going to do. There’s two things that you are required to do, whether to end it all or rekindled it. It’s your choice . You have the entire day to do just that.
Nna: HeiHei Paula! I don’t have time for this nonsense. You know about my plans. Why are you doing this to me? Honestly
Kevin: Cuz, you know that this is not funny right? Please call the limo to come fetch me. Like Bobo just told you, we don’t have time for your nonsense. Bobo has plans, please stop with your games and get us the hell out of this place.
Paula: Games? Are you for real? You think I’m playing games? You are the ones playing games. I mean business. I’m doing all this for both of you and if you call being at a place where you got married nonsense, then you leave me no choice but extend your stay with another 24hours until you both see that you needed this. So my favourite couple, unfortunately you are stuck there the entire day, so make use of this time to reflect. I have organised everything important that you will need. Ken will be at your service. Now, go make a wise decision, toddles.
Anyway, you have no choice because you have no money nor any means of communication or transportation. All you have is each other and a packet of condoms. So I suggest you do what I lured you there to do. Fix or end your marriage. But until you make a decision, don’t try to call me. Oh and Queen B, everything you told me about the city in Italy, I used it for my own personal agenda. Relax, I rescheduled or should I say, I postponed your other surprise and the city of fashion and design was just too happy that you cancelled. Now, go sort out your lives, once and for all.
Paula hang up on us. Oh shucks! She played me. Why didn’t I see this?
Initially she never approved of my relationship with Milano, and all of sudden she was being all supportive and all, meanwhile she had plans of her own? And that fake sms? How did I not question it and tried to call Milberry? I guess I was just too excited about” surprise date” that I didn’t focus or question the way Milano told me about our plans over an sms. It’s so unlike him to not charge his phone, and he had car charger. If indeed he wanted to tell me about our plans, he could have charged his phone just to let me know instead of borrowing someone’s phone to do that.
I have known Milano for long, not once had he sent me a long sms and or typed his name at the end. Worse, he hated it when people called him Milan...he will correct you on the spot and say “ It’s actually spelled and pronounced with an O at the end”. So that sms had Milan.. I should have known.
Now to find out that not only did Paula and crew played me and Kevin, she even had the audacity to steal my phone and sms’ed Milano to reschedule and cancelled our date. That was downright bullshit! She had no right. Now I am stuck with Kevin in Muldersdrift with no cent to our names, no access to phones and no car. I thought well, Milano think that I decided to change our plans for “God knows what reason did diva Paula gave him”, so maybe decided to stay behind in Bloemfontein.
There was no point to try and run away from this. I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later for Kevin and I to just sit and talk about our dissolution of our marriage. So, in as much as the timing and circumstances of our meeting was not ideal, I thought, maybe it was after all not such a bad idea to get it over and done with. At a place where it all begun....
Kevin was pacing up and down, while Kennedy stood in front of me, with his hands resting on his hips. He asked me what is it going to be? I called Kevin and told him that we might as well follow Ken wherever he was taking us. Initially he didn’t want us to stay, asking me about my plans with a “him” that I mentioned earlier. I told him that his cousin took liberty and cancelled them. He asked me many times if I was sure about giving in to Paula’s games. I nodded and we told Ken that we could go. We walked in a line form towards the door. Ken lead the way, followed by Kevin and then I was last.
Just as we reached the venue’s lavender and rosemary garden, right in front of us was a breath-taking gazebo decorated with shades of peach flowers and there was a little table well decorated with our wedding day table names, Love and understanding, and two silver grey Tiffany chairs. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I just stopped and wanted to ran away. Seeing that decorated gazebo reminded me of my wedding day. Kevin looked at me and I just shook my head and told him that I can’t do it. He returned and took my hand in his and we slowly walked under the gazebo. On top of our chairs were envelopes marked OT and KT.
Oh did I mention that Paula made me choose a coral/dusty peach dress with cream white lace details?. Yes! I had my silver grey stilettos on and my coral and silver clutch bag? And Mr Tau was dressed in cream linen suit and dusty peach shirt. Our wedding day theme colours. Damn you Paula Segerman!!! You had it all figured out.
Kennedy told us to take our seats. He asked me to sit on the chair with KT marked envelope and Kevin to sit on the one with OT. He poured us some wine and told us that he will be going back inside. He said he will come check if we needed anything else in an hour. Before he left, he asked us to open our envelopes and read to each other what is inside and he took out a box of twinsaver tissues, put them on top of the table and left.
We both had the envelopes in our hands. Kevin went first and thanked me for agreeing to stick around. I told him that I had no choice since his cousin decided to play cupid. I asked him what now?
Then it all started. We decided to check what was in the envelopes, only to find our wedding vows. Paula must have gone through Kevin’s stuff because I remembered that when Kevin was in hospital and diagnosed with amnesia, I packed and gave him everything that I thought might trigger his memories back. Those vows were some of the cherished and most intimate memories I hoped then that they would work wonders for his memory loss. I read his first, then he read mine. Clever Paula for making sure that we had loads of tissues, because we really needed them. It was really flooding as we relived our wedding day and remembered the vows we made to each other , five years ago, right underneath that gazebo.
Kevin came closer to me and took both my hands in his and apologised for being the first to break those vows and also my heart. I listened as he spoke from his heart. He told me how sorry he really was for everything bad , painful, cowardly and wrong that he has done to me, our kids, us and our marriage . He spoke about how badly influenced, controlled, selfish and weak he became and let people interfere in our marriage. He spoke about the three strands in marriage, and how in every relationship, either it is between couples, families, friends, or such. And said somehow he had four strands, one for us, one for family & friends, one for things of the world , and the other for God. He then said he had it all mixed up and focussed on the two unimportant strands ( things of the world, family & friends) and neglected the most important ones ( Us and God) .
He said while in therapy he learned a lot about himself, his emotions, his spirituality and what went wrong in our marriage. He said he learned that without God, the marriage is just,, and not complete . He told me that he wanted to restart afresh and focus on the two important strands in our marriage, us and God. He went on and made promises and apologised to me million times.
After he finished pouring his heart out, it was my turn to do the same. I didn’t hold back, I looked him right in the eyes and poured out....
Nna: Let me explain to you what it felt like to be told you were perfect in every way, you were the only best thing in the world , that you will always be the only woman in your man's heart, that your man couldn’t live without you and that you held a master key to their heart, only to realise that you were lied to.
Let me convey the emotions that ripped through a young woman like myself when she was convinced that she was someone’s forever. Let me express the hope and loyalty that was instilled inside of that woman who built up wall after wall only to feel as though they were peacefully torn down by a man who pulled her deeply into his love. I cannot formulate those emotions into words the same way I cannot describe the way it felt to have you ripped and shredded that all to pieces. It felt so fucken painful .
Many lies were told, dreams shattered. Too many lies, secrets and betrayals. You left me broken hearted to deal with the mess you created in our marriage. Nor matter how much I tried to pull you through to me, you kept slipping further away from me.
Kevin: I swore I'd never take you for granted or put you through that ever again. You know that I had never planned on everything that happened, I just didn't know what to do .. I let everyone take advantage of my kindness. I lied to you and kept stuff away from you. Believe you me, I didn't mean to lie and keep things from you, I thought that I was protecting you. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I guess I didn't think it through. I took you for granted and now I regret everything. But once thing for sure, my love for you never changed.
Nna: We had it all Kevin and I didn’t understand where I went wrong. I punished myself, replaying the videos of our last happy days in my head, trying to make sense of what had happened.
Kevin: You know what happened. My family, Nyiko Baloye and Sheryl Gosiame...and I somehow couldn’t break away from them. I felt hooked to their pull. I was overpowered.
Nna: Why did you turn to her? Why wasn’t I enough? What did Sheryl have that you weren’t getting from me? What was I lacking? I asked those questions many times before. And I received no answers, only deadly silence. You still chose her over me. You left me and the kids alone to grief the death of our son, their brother. You let your family torment me time and again. Even after the accident , you still chose her and left me with a ghost haunting my dreams, your absence everywhere. How do I forget all that you put me through?
Kevin: I know Bobo, and I regret everything that I put you through. I have always wanted my family but something kept me away. I guess my weakness and stupidity took the best of me. I’m sorry for the tears you shed because of me. For the damage I made , for giving you sleepless nights . I’m sorry for the things that I have done that broke your heart. I'm sorry for not giving you enough of the happiness I wanted to give you , the happiness you deserved. I’m sorry for hiding or putting things away from you because I was scared. Everything in my head just kept spinning around out of control. Millions of things going round and round in my life and before I knew it I didn’t know what I had become . Today, right here, I want to make true promises that I intend to keep and I vow before God that I will never break them.
I promise to gain your trust back no matter what it takes . I promise not to make you worry so much. I promise to think things through and run everything by you. I promise to forsake everyone else and be loyal to you. I promise that my family will never have any say about our marriage or our lives. It’s going to be just you and I. I promise you no more drama , no more lies, no more secrets. I will never cause us to be apart , I will keep our love strong to get through anything, I will always be there for you, to give you all the love your heart can hold, never hide anything from you ever again. I promise to be the best husband, partner, father and friend that I can be. I promise to always love you, for the rest of my life.
My one last promise, I promise that I will not only love you for the rest of my life, but I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. And if by some chance I forgot to promise you something, then I’ll sum it all up in one big promise, I vow to be the best I can be and to only make you and our kids happy and to love you for you and you only and nothing or noone else. No more games Bobo. All I need and ask is for you to take one last chance on me by forgiving me and taking me back into your heart and life. Please mofumahadi waka.
Nna: You know, my friends and family told me it would come to this one day, back when my tears flowed endlessly and my heart spilled from my chest, broken and wounded. “He’ll realize what he lost,” they told me, “and he’ll come back.” I used to battle with what I would do when you finally come back. At the time, my soul, fresh with memories of our time together, our walks, dances on the balcony and vulnerable confessions. I only wanted that day to come. I waited for a sign, a phone call, a message. I waited, bleeding, as walls around me crashed in ruin for you to walk through my door and tell me it was all a bad dream. But you never called. You never came back. You were just gone.
I lay on the ground in a crumpled heap, unable to eat, unable to sleep, a shell of my former self. I only wanted you, and without you, I couldn’t go on, I told myself. But then I did. I rose and stood and put one foot in front of the other. I forced myself out of bed and made myself reclaim passion in my work. I found reprieve in my spinning bicycle pedalling for hours, replacing tears with angry sweat. At first, the only thought I had was that I wished you were there. Then slowly, I became content with my own company.
I began to understand that your lies and deception were never about me; they were caused by your own demons. I listened harder to the things you had told me and realized you were afraid—not of me, but that you would not be enough. And you were right. Because what you did was not love at all. Love doesn’t whisper to one while it makes love to another. Love doesn’t hide behind lies. When you love someone, you don’t walk away carrying the cure while the person you love screams your name and writhes in pain.
I learned so much about me from you. You were a mirror that, until the bitter end, reflected so many beautiful things about me that I hadn’t seen before. You showed me that I was special, and I know now that you were right. And when you left, you showed me that I was strong. So strong. Because through it all, I see now that my dogged determination to be alive—to show up to each day and own it—kept me going. And I learned that my love is large, larger than you were able to handle. More fearless, more bold.
And now you come here with empty promises that you are so incapable of keeping and you are telling me that you want me back? No Kevin, I won’t go back there. I can’t.
Kevin: Bobo please, don’t punish me for the man I used to be. I have changed. I am no longer that man that hurt you. You know what I was, and why I was that way ... you have fought a good fight for our marriage, you fought with my family, and everyone that was involved. Now everything you had and wanted is within your reach..but now that you’ve won, you are walking away from the price?
After everything that you have been through? You risked your life for the truth, you were almost killed for us. You went through hell and back Bobo. Your love for me, the sleepless nights you spend praying God to answer your prayers and saving your marriage, our marriage and you say all that?
Then why did you fight so hard for us only to walk away from victory? You say that you can’t give us a second chance? Is it because of Him? Has he completely replaced me? Can you look me in the eyes, right now, right here and tell me that you have stopped loving me... If you can honestly and truthfully say that you don’t love me anymore, I will walk away and never bother you again.
So, Obonolo Makananelo Tau, ‘rato laka, mofumahadi wa pelo yaka, mme wa bana-baka, mosadi wa khomo tsa ntate waka, Bobowapelo yaka, look me straight and deep in my eyes and tell me that there is nothing left for me....
Ayeyeyeye! What is it gonna be?
Let's hear from you: Team Booberry wa Milano versus Team Bobowapelo ya Kevin
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Dygo-Ring of Lies, Secrets & Betrayals Chapter 61

Time went pretty fast. It was already Friday. ....
I haven’t heard from both Kevin and Milano. Well, Milberry send me a lousy sms on Thursday night telling me how much he missed me and how he could not wait to see me on Saturday. I replied and said the feeling was mutual.
I tried calling Kevin, he never took any of my calls. I wanted to know what happened after he left the house on Wednesday evening and also curious to know if he went to the apartment. My curiosity about the apartment was to find out if Sheryl left the letters that the late Kefiloe had written for Reatli and I. As for the divorce papers, it was bound to reach him either way and it didn’t matter how he was going to get them. Well, Sheryl might have not been an ideal channel but unfortunately she was , so I only wanted to know if she placed the envelope within Kevin’s reach and also if he has signed them.
Around lunch time I received a call from Paula. She wanted to know what my plans for tonight were because she wanted us to go out for drinks. I remembered that Milano was coming back this afternoon and we had plans for the weekend. Milano asked me last week to clear my schedule for this weekend because he had some surprise for me. I told her that I might have plans. She then asked me to come to her house on Saturday. I told her that I was actually booked for the weekend and that we can have girls time the following weekend. Paula was disappointed and told me that I was a joy killer. I apologised and promised to make it up to her. We hung up.
Before knock off time I decided to phone Milano to find out how far he was. Paula made me feel guilty for turning her down, so I was thinking maybe I could see her before Milberry arrives, even if it’s for half an hour catch up over two drinks.
Nna: Hallo my superman! How are you? Yooo Bloemfontein had really swallowed my man.
Milano: I am a giant, not easily swallowed. I’m good though. Been so busy. What’s up?
Nna: Yaa really busy I must say! Two days without talking to your Boo? Hmm! Anyway how far are you?
Milano: Uhm I’m still in Bloemfontein.
Nna: You are kidding me right?
Milano: No I’m not.
Nna: Milano wee, when are you planning to come back?
Milano: Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning. I’m not sure.
Nna: Hee banna! Did you say Maybe and Not sure? Athe Lesego Leballo, what is keeping you there? And why can’t you pick up the phone and fill me in on your busy schedule? No! Honestly I have to always be the one asking you for feedback or progress. You are not being fair. It’s like you don’t care.
Milano: Sweetheart no! I care about you. It’s just that I have been preoccupied. I told you that I will tell you everything when I come back. I’m wrapping up everything and once done I will know for sure when I will be back.
Nna: Hai, whatever it is that you are so busy with must be really important. You can’t even remember that you have a girlfriend. Anyway, I will hear from you when you are sure about whether you are coming today, or tomorrow or next week or whenever.
Milano: Don’t be like that! I will be home. I will let you know okay.
Nna: So what about our weekend plans? Since you are not sure about coming back, can we postpone for some other time?
Milano: Uhm Boo, I said I will call you once I am done. I might delay coming back tonight, but tomorrow I will definitely be back. Maybe after you knock you should go get yourself a beautiful outfit for tomorrow.
Nna: Well, it’s clear that I won’t see you today. So, I'll see what to do. I will settle for shopping. Oh, what’s the dress code for our outing? And are you fetching me or should we meet somewhere? Where are we going?
Milano: Whoa! Relax! It’s a surprise! You make yourself beautiful and wait for me. Oh wear something red carpet material. See you tomorrow my Booberry. I love you so much.
We hung up after. I must say that I was confused about Milano's behaviour. A part of me told me that he was planning a huge surprise and that’s why he was playing chase me. Our last time together he kept talking about Weddings, Engagements etc. Perhaps him playing hide and seek and pretending to be busy was just a tactic and avoiding talking to me in case he slips up and ruin the surprise. That was the only reasonable explanation for his dodgy behaviour. Anyway, tomorrow was few hours to go, all shall be revealed.
I thought about what I was going to wear. I remembered my stylist Paula. She could go with me shopping and sleep over my house to do my makeup and hair for the surprise. Milano did say that I must look gorgeous and Paula is the right person to help achieve the “red carpet look”.
I phoned her and told her that I changed my mind. We should go out for drinks. I told her that I was knocking off in an hour. She said that she was in Montecasino and asked me to meet her there.
Before I knew it I was in Fourways with Paula. We went to Rodizio Restaurant. Paula asked me why I suddenly changed my mind? I decided to tell her the truth. Besides , soon she will have to know that Kevin and I are divorcing and I have a new man in my life. Hurting and hard as it was, I told her about Milano. I also told her that the divorce papers have already been prepared and that I left them at Kevin’s Rosebank apartment with Sheryl. I told her that I was just waiting for him to sign them and that would be it. I told her that nor matter what was about to happen between Kevin and I, she will always be my cousin in law and that I will never neglect our relationship.
She was so hurt and disappointed. She asked me lots of questions about Milano and expressed her concerns. She felt that I just took a simple way out of my marriage without a fight. I told her that one day I will tell her everything that I went through in my marriage. She told me that she knows everything. She asked me so many times if I was really over Kevin and if I was truly in love with the global capital city of fashion and design in Italy ( Milan) and if I was 150% sure that he was the one.
She further asked me what I loved about Kevin and what was the deal breaker. I went on about things I used to love about Karabello Tau and what became the point of no return for me. She asked me what I love about Milano. I also told her.
She pulled my hands and told me that she watched and listened to me when I spoke about my love for Milano and Kevin. She said she could pick up that I was still very much in love with Kevin and although I sold Milano well, she could pick up that I did care about Milano only because I have been disappointed by Kevin and hoping that Milano would fill the void that Kevin created.
In her words she said: Milano came into my life and totally fulfilled the 20% that was missing from my 80% relationship. Bringing forth excitement, intensity in the bedroom, playing Mr nice, thoughtful, perfect guy and serenading me with love ballads; giving me just enough to open my heart and have me yearning for more. Yet not enough to manage a lifetime commitment. She said that, trying to turn a seasonal situation into a lifetime situation is like trying to put a puzzle together with all the wrong pieces…it just wouldn’t fit.
She said she think Milano and I were so quick to conclude our new found love and stamp it as official, not realizing we were merely taken in by what we were lacking in our previous relationships. She further said trying to make something work that isn’t meant to work can be hard work and some times we fall victim to the saying, “The grass is always greener on the other side” only to find out we’ve sacrificed the best soil for refurbished plastic plants. She said I shouldn’t lose something that’s workable for something that might probably never work.
Yooooooo! She had a mouthful to say!!
Her last words were that I was making the biggest mistake of my life for divorcing Kevin because of intruders and other things, not because I wasn’t in love with him anymore. She begged that I should think hard before Kevin sign on the dotted lines and Milano goes down on one knee to propose.
I just listened to her. I then told her that, in my heart and my body and soul, I was over Kevin and that I was in love Milano. I told her that Milano was not even my 80%, he was my 100%. I asked her to be happy for me because I was happy with Milano. I also told her that Milano might be popping the question tomorrow and I am going to say yes! I filled her in on tomorrow’s plans and asked her to go with me to get an outfit and also asked her to sleep over my place to help me with make up and hair for my surprise. She refused and said she won’t be able to do that simply because she was against my marathon to Milberry’s arms.
I accepted and respected her decision to not help me. She excused herself and went to the ladies. I was disappointed but I also had to understand her position. Obviously it was bound to be painful for a lot of people, especially both families to learn about the divorce and the new man. Such is life!
About ten minutes later Paula came back. Turned out that she thought hard about my request, had a change of heart and decided to help me! Well, that was sudden and unexpected. It I accepted the offer to help me.
We drove to my house, I left my car and headed to Hydepark to shop for my killer outfit. I must say, given our earlier discussion, Paula was more helpful. We were actually having fun choosing outfits. After shopping she phoned her two friends and asked them to come to my house. She asked if her friends could sleep over so that they could work magic on me tomorrow morning. I agreed.
We bought some wines and ordered take outs and danced and drank the night away. I asked DK to prepare the guest room for Paula’s friends.
Around 22:30, I received an sms from a number I didn’t know. The message read:
“My phone battery went dead and I don’t have my iPhone charger where I am. I borrowed a friend’s phone. I just wanted you to know that I love you. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Please be ready by 10:00. A car will come pick you up and take you to our surprise venue. Now go to bed and have a beauty sleep. See you tomorrow Milan.”
I was blushing ear to ear. Hmmm a car to fetch me? I must say, Milberry was more spontaneous and adventurous than I thought. I couldn’t wait for the morning. Paula asked me why I was blushing like a love-struck teenage girl, I gave her my phone, showing her the from Milano. She immediately said we should all call it a night because we must be up very early to sort me out. We finished up the last few rounds of tequilas and I headed upstairs. Well they actually chased me away saying that they will clean up before they sleep.
Just as I get to my bedroom , I realised that I forgot my phone with Paula. I went to wash my face and brush my teeth before I could go back downstairs to take the phone. Immediately after wearing my PJs, I headed downstairs. When I get to the lounge, the place was still not cleaned. Neo ( aka Ne’yonce ) was sleeping on the couch. I asked her where the two divas were. She said that they drove out to buy some cigarette. I looked for my phone and couldn’t find it. I thought maybe Paula put it somewhere or took it with her.
Arg I was not expecting any calls. My manzilla made contact with me and my kids were upstairs sleeping. Besides, it was very late. Who would call me this time? I left Ne’yonce sleeping and went to bed.
I must say that I felt relieved that Paula knew the truth about my relationship with Milano and that hard as it was, she had accepted it. I had a long beautiful day ahead. I couldn’t wait to get to the secret venue and see my Milberry and what the surprise is all about.I knelt down, prayed and slept.
I woke up at 07:00 exactly. Paula and Baby G were not home. It seemed like they never came back since last night. Ne’yonce was still sleeping in the guest room, alone. I woke her up and went to take a shower. Around 8:00 Ne’yonce and I were ready to go do touch ups on my nails. I realised that I didn’t have my phone. I asked Neo to phone Paula to check where they were. Paula told her that they will be back before 10:00, and on time for Baby G to do my hair and makeup. Ne’yonce said apparently they had to rush to Aspen Hills because they received a call last night from the neighbours about something wrong with the gate.
An hour later, we were back from doing my nails. Paula and Baby G arrived at five minutes later. I dressed up, did my hair and makeup. I looked like a million dollar. Paula said she and the girls were leaving because she didn’t want to see Milano. She said it would be more painful for her. She came to me and gave me a hug. She said something that almost made me cry.
She said she hope that one day I will look back and remember that sometimes people will do anything to fight for what they want and that she did everything because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. She said I should have fun and hold on to True love. That was very touching. Paula and the girls left.
Not more than ten minutes after Paula and her friends left, there was a buzz. Mamo answered and then called me. I went to the kokoberries, kissed them goodbye and went outside. A limousine was waiting for me by the gate. The car had tinted windows, I couldn’t see inside. The driver opened his door and opened the back door for me. I went inside. I had my clutch bag only. Paula put in my lip-gloss, pocket tissues, my almost dead phone, a packet of condoms and some minty sweets. That’s Paula for me!
The limo drove off. We must have spent an hour on the road. I didn’t bother to ask the driver where we were going. I was waiting for the car to stop and the driver to open the door for me. I just sipped my complementary wine and listened to music. It was really funny. The driver was playing songs that I used to listen and sing along with Kevin. Every one of them. For a moment I wanted to ask him to change whatever the CD he was playing but I just let him be. Well, I can’t dictate what the poor guy must listen to.
The car stopped. I knew we had reached our destination. I checked my face, and re touched my gloss. Just as I put my last foot out of the car and checked outside, I found myself at a place I never imagined that Milano could take me to. The driver closed the door, said goodbye and drove away. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
I turned and looked around. Honestly, I thought my eyes were playing me. But unfortunately they weren’t. I was not impressed. What was I doing at a wedding venue. Worse, the place that I met Kevin Karabello Tau and even married him right here?
Of all places in Gauteng, why did Milano choose Avianto? I opened my bag to take out my phone to tell him to come to where I was waiting . Just as I dialed his numbers, it rang twice then my phone battery went dead. Shit! What was I going to do? There was a wedding happening in the Venue. I thought I should walk to where the guests were and ask for a phone.
I took two steps and right before my eyes, he stood there, looking all sorts of sexy and handsome. He smiled at me and instead of being angry, I reciprocated and smiled back at him...
He finally reached me. We hugged and he whispered to my ear! “ You look so beautiful” he said
And What am I doing here ? I asked.....
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