Two lines. I couldn't stop crying and haven't attempted to move from where I was seated on the floor. Two weeks had passed since the entire ordeal at the resort, and since then, I've never even once thought about it. It never happened. That's what I kept telling myself, I pushed it to the back of the closet, never to be opened again. Esra never brought it up, neither did I. It was all a dream, and I guess I convinced myself that was true. But Flo had a completely different story. In case anybody wondered, Flo was an app I used to keep track of my period, and as it was, my period was late by two days. I don't remember much about that night, but I don't remember finding a used condom the following morning either. Why didn't it ever occur to me? How could I be so reckless? My mother was going to kill me. "I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant," I chanted, rocking back and f
My ears were ringing as if a bomb had gone off in the room, Ivy was speaking but I could not make out what she was saying. "Ivy. Ivy, I can't... I can't breathe." I didn't care where I was, I wailed, and it felt as though there was a block of cement sitting in my chest and cutting off the air circulation. I slapped my chest continuously, resorting to fists when that did not seem to work. "Yvonne, breathe, please breathe. Can we get some water, please?" Ivy's urgent voice was distant even though she held me in her arms. I don't remember when we left the lodge or how we got to the car, I only came back to life when I realised that we were going back home. "No, where are we going? Ivy, we have to turn back around, I have to find them." Her boyfriend did not stop. "No, Yvonne. You've had a long day, you need to rest. You can take care of the rest tomorrow," Ivy said. "Besides, we left Angel with mama, you know how she is, she hasn't stopped calling." I had no energy to argue. S
It felt like deja vu when I opened my eyes, my head pounding from all the thoughts of that night. It was as if someone had opened the kraal and invited the bulls to stomp in my head. I heard voices speaking harshly, and I remembered where I was. I was in Silas' bedroom, in his bed. "I don't understand why you won't allow me to save her, she could be dying." "Cas, she just fainted." "She looks so pale, I can help her." "Or kill her!" Esra grounded. Anger bubbled in my chest, and I wished I could leave without them seeing me. I sat up, feeling slightly dizzy. I waited for the fuzziness to dissipate, and then got off the bed and put my shoes on. "She's awake." I heard Silas say. The door opened and they both walked in. "You are finally awake," Esra said with a wavering smile. "As you can see. I found what I came looking for, and now I'm going home." "Yvonne, can we talk about this? It is not what you
Apparently, seeing the bride before the wedding is a bad omen, could the same be said about calling the bride? I just got off the phone with Gift a minute ago, just checking in before the wedding, which was in less than two hours, by the way. A few nights ago, I got to see how desperate Gift Ramodisa was to get married, and in the next few days, I witnessed him become more excited than I was for the wedding, he literally became a groomdzilla in a snap of the finger. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect and paid for, from the wedding dress, to the reception venue, decorations and catering; he even wanted to make a last minute change to the venue, wanting to book some fancy place instead of having the wedding in the church. If that hadn't offendedc his parents, I would probably be getting married at some fancy garden or expensive hotel in town. I once heard this saying when I was younger, that when wedding bells go off, the chickens come home to roast. Y
I was delirious! At first, a part of me was anxious, I kept glancing at the side mirror to check if anyone was following us. Luckily, my phone was off since this morning, but there was no doubt I would find a million missed calls and messages from my mother, and undoubtedly, Gift. I was trying so hard not to think about everything, but I couldn't help it because I knew by now, I was talk of the town. My mother probably wished the ground could swallow her. And my dad. Oh, gosh! I wonder what he was going to tell everyone, especially my mother! After all, he was supposed to drive me to the church and walk me down the aisle. "Oh, God!" I fanned myself. You'd swear the car windows were not open, it felt like I was literally making my way through the pits of hell. "What's wrong?" Esra threw me a quick glance before returning her gaze to the open road ahead. We were nearing her house, and that made me even more restless. I never thoug
Congratulations. The father of my unborn child congratulated me when I announced the news of my pregnancy. And guess what I did? All the food I'd been enjoying came back up and I threw up, meanwhile baby daddy stormed out of the house. "Yvonne!" Esra banged on the door. "You have to eat something, you need to garner strength after you..." She trailed off as if searching for the right word. "Vomited. I vomited, Esra! It's normal for pregnant women, in case you didn't know," I remarked, hugging the pillow tightly against my chest. "Okay, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you! If you are not going to eat, can you at least let me in?" I'd locked her out when she ran after me earlier. I sighed and went to get the door. "I'm not hungry," I grumbled. She rolled her eyes. "Yvonne, you are always hungry." She walked past me and placed the food on the headboard before sitting on the bed, and then she patted on the empty sp
Well, turns out it would take more than a little disgusting vomit to get Silas to change his mind. I couldn't believe that this was the same guy who treated me like I was just a gum under his boot a while ago. He cleaned up my mess, ran me a bath, and then made me lunch. Thankfully, I didn't get sick and I was finally able to sleep through the afternoon. It wasn't until I heard Esra's car that I realised I had overslept. I kicked the sheets off my body and scrambled out of bed, and then I slipped into my push-ins and ran out of the room. I just down the stairs in time for the front door to open. "Esra, I'm so sorry!" Her brows drew together as she approached me with worry written all over her face. "Yvonne, what's wro..." She held my hand, her eyes shifting to the kitchen. "WOW!" She gasped, dropping my hand like a hot potato. My guilt was giving me heartburn, it was completely unfair for her to return from work and still have to cook. "
When my sister smiles, her smile reaches her eyes. She could brighten anyone’s day with just her smile. However, after a spending a few seconds in her presence, my excitement died, she looked sad, and what worried me most was that she came without her baby, and Ivy never went anywhere without Angel. We sat down for breakfast, and I waited until our food arrived before bringing up the topic. “Ivy, how are things back home?” Her lips stretched into a grimace. “Uhm… YV, let’s just eat first,” she said, already looking as if I’d made her mood ten times worse. “Mama kicked me out on the night of the wedding,” she finally said. “WHAT? And you are only telling me this now? Where are you currently staying?” I bombarded. “Yvonne, calm down, okay. I’m fine, I moved in with Sipho.” My forehead creased in confusion. The Ivy I know would be over the moon at the opportunity to finally move in with her man, what changed? “I know what you are thinking, why am I