“Since you know…”
“Since you told me you going to marry me? Since you got married? Since you tried to cheat on your wife with me? Since you ruined my chance at marriage? Or since you got a divorce?”
“Ah, don’t be like that…”
“Be like what? You screwed me over Moe. And that’s fine, ‘cos thank goodness we didn’t get married. Then you screwed over a young innocent girl. For what Moe?”
“You know nothing about Ameerah!”
“She told me everything. You cheated on her. Then you blamed her for it. Oh, you even hit her when you were angry. But you will never accept that you are wrong. In your mind she caused the divorce.”
“You know nothing…”
“Is that so? What’s your version?”
“Why are you even speaking to my ex wife. Its none of your business.”
“It became my business when my marriage broke because of you! Because of you!”
“That guy was an idiot anyways.”
“That’s not the point!”
“Why you chatting to me?”
“Just to let you know how you ruined a girl… Do you know your ex wife is on anti depressants because you made her feel like a worthless piece of nothing?”
“This was a bad idea…”
“Why are you running away now? Can’t handle the heat Moe? You ruined a girls life! That’s what you did. For fun!”
“Not for fun!”
“Do you know she was pregnant and she miscarried the day you pushed her?”
“Ask her? She was too afraid to tell you!”
“You have become your father Moe.”
“Shutup! I am not my father! That guy is a rubbish!”
“And you not?”
“Okay. Well all the best then. I told you all I needed to.”
“You know I am not this monster you think I am…”
“But you are Moe. I thought you were not. You are a bad person. Did you get high and blame someone else again?”
“Its true though…”
“Moe, I said what I had to now I am leaving you in my past. Thats all I can do.”
“Or we could try…”
“You need help.”
And like that our conversation ended.
I had no idea Amina became such a mean person.
Half the stuff she said was lies anyways.
I did not hit Ameerah. Okay, fine, I pushed her against the wall but that’s something else at all.
How can she say I am like my step father?
That man is something else…
So I was annoyed at life and decided to call my mother.
We made small chitchat until she gave it to me again.
“So what are you doing with your life? Huh? Have you decided?”
“I don’t know…”
“Get your act together. That’s all I am saying.”
What does she want me to do.
Like what the hell?
So my marriage did not work now what?
Maybe I should go for Jama’at…
Actually I am in no mood.
I just went to a club in Rivonia to chill and have a good time.
Thankfully, some of my bras from campus were there so we really partied up a storm.
Soon they were drinking beers than an indian aunty spreads a rumor.
It was hectic.
But I restrained myself and opted for a joint instead.
I got so high it was insane.
The thing is, I have nothing to lose.
No one could stop me… I need to have fun.
From then on, I was party at least three nights a week.
And because I had nothing else to do I was perpetually high.
I got worried for a bit but then I knew I was just having some fun.
My parents called to say they were coming to Jo’burg for a weekend and I was really cross because I planned to go to a killer jol.
Also, I made some cool white friends to party with so it was awesome.
Obviously my parents would want to know where I was going and all that jazz.
So they came and I chilled with them for supper in Rosebank but they didn’t want me to go out afterward.
“Where you going?”
“Just to see some friends…”
“But its already 10,” my mother said.
“So what? I won’t be late.”
“Stop being rude!”
“I am not rude! I am going.”
I just left and went to Sandton.
I let go that night, yoh!
I partied it up like a rockstar.
It was hectic!
The next thing I knew, it was 4am.
I was so buggered I could not even drive home.
So I called a cab to take my back to Killarney.
When I got home my mother was waiting up for me.
“Where were you?”
“Out,” I slurred.
“Are you drunk? Huh? Allah!”
“Mohammed! What’s wrong with you?”
“Daddy… Come see Moe. This child! Astaghfirullah.”
“What? Moe what the hell?”
“Leave me alone!”
“Moe! You are drugged! Look at me? Astaghfirullah!”
“You going to rehab! Enough of this! You are on drugs! Stopped this!”
“Leave me alone!”
“Moe! Pack your bags right now! You are going to Durban!”
“You are going to rehab! How long are you on drugs? How long? Astaghfirullah!”