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Literature / Re: Jewel From The Ghetto: New Novel Release!!! by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:26pm On Sep 27, 2018 |
This is the best story i've ever read on nairaland but please are you the main author of this books? Thanks for completing the story here on nairaland and i pray that God to grant you divine connection with nollywood so that you can write good and interesting script to them in jesus name Amen. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: Act Of Faith by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:33pm On Sep 25, 2018 |
Nice story following...... More update |
Literature / Re: Prisoner Of Love: The Story by NaijaTushboy(m): 2:51pm On Sep 24, 2018 |
Hmmmmmm! What a story! Pele.[/quote] i wish i can write stories with good grammars like you.... 1 Like |
Literature / Re: Prisoner Of Love: The Story by NaijaTushboy(m): 2:50pm On Sep 24, 2018 |
Hmmmmmm! What a story! Pele.[/quote] i wish can write stories with good grammars like you.... 1 Like |
Celebrities / Girl Call Out Chioma On A New Photo by NaijaTushboy(m): 2:42pm On Sep 24, 2018 |
A Girl who wents viral after uploading this photo on her instagram handle with a caption CHIOMA HOLD TIGHT small girls with big God out for your MAN... cc Lalasticlala
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Literature / Re: Prisoner Of Love: The Story by NaijaTushboy(m): 2:33pm On Sep 24, 2018 |
This story just remind me of my secondary school life. Chapter ONE( TRUE LIFE STORY ) There is this girl by name blessing she and her friends hated me so much when we were in junior class just because i don't talk to people and em always puffing with my starch shirt and sagged short. But i was surprise when she start having a crush on me that everybody in ma class knew about it but i was too dull to act fast though i started loving her because she was so caring.but one day a guy walk up to me and asked me if she's ma date but i said No and the guy went and said some magical words into her brain and she told me everything and even ask me if she should accept the guy proposal and i said Yes. But i later regret it because they way she started treating me only God know's....but before she'd beg me on facebook to just ask her out but i was too BUHARIC to comply so the golden opportunity slipped through ma fingers and now when ever i see's her my heart would skip a beat and i will be happy I think i'm still in love and i'm a PRISONER OF LOVE.... THE END 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: Act Of Faith by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:43pm On Sep 23, 2018 |
Enjoying the story... I thing the serial killer should be Avanna the guy that rescue you from the cat the fighter. |
Literature / Re: Act Of Faith by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:24pm On Sep 22, 2018 |
Nice story pls continue lalasticlala,divenpen1 pls push it to the front page 1 Like |
Sports / Re: Cristiano Ronaldo's 11 Red Cards by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:32pm On Sep 19, 2018 |
Does he deserve a red card?
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Sports / Cristiano Ronaldo's 11 Red Cards by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:24pm On Sep 19, 2018 |
Cristiano Ronaldo
was sent off for the
11th time on
Wednesday on his
Champions League
debut with Juventus
at Valencia.
Here, AFP Sport takes
a look at all of the
Portuguese star's
dismissals.
1. Saturday, May 15, 2004, Aston
Villa 0 Manchester United 2
Ronaldo scored in United's 2-0
win away to Aston Villa on the
final day of the season, but was
booked twice for diving and time
wasting late on.
His first booking was eventually
rescinded meaning he didn't
have to serve a suspension.
2. Saturday, January 14, 2006,
Manchester City 3 Manchester
United 1
The Portuguese was shown a
straight red card for a late
challenge on former United
favourite Andy Cole as the Red
Devils went on to lose the
Manchester derby 3-1.
3. Wednesday, August 15, 2007,
Portsmouth 1 Manchester United
1
A straight red card and three-
match ban was again dished out
to Ronaldo for an apparent
headbutt on Portsmouth
midfielder Richard Hughes in a
1-1 draw at Fratton Park.
4. Sunday, November 30, 2008,
Manchester City 0 Manchester
United 1
Ronaldo saw red in a Manchester
derby once more, this time for
two bookable offences after a
trip on Shaun Wright-Phillips and
then an inexplicable handball.
5. December 5, 2009, Real Madrid
4 Almeria 2
A first red card in La Liga came in
Ronaldo's debut season for two
petulant late bookings coming
after he had missed a penalty
and also scored Los Blancos'
fourth goal in a 4-2 win.
6. January 24, 2010, Real Madrid
2 Malaga 0
Just a month later Ronaldo
doubled his count of red cards at
the Bernabeu when he elbowed
Malaga midfielder Patrick Mtiliga
in the face as he tried to escape
the Dane's clutches. Earlier, the
Portuguese had scored both
Madrid's goals in a 2-0 win.
7. May 17, 2013, Real Madrid 1
Atletico Madrid 2
On a disastrous night for Real as
they lost a Madrid derby for the
first time in 14 years, Ronaldo
kicked out at Atletico captain
Gabi in the final few minutes and
was shown a straight red.
8. February 2, 2014, Athletic
Bilbao 1 Real Madrid 1
Ronaldo was given a three-game
ban after clashing with Athletic
defender Carlos Gurpegi and
then showing his disagreement
with the referee when he was
shown a straight red card as he
left the field.
9. January 24, 2015, Cordoba 1
Real Madrid 2
Arguably his most violent
discretion as he kicked out at
Cordoba defender Edimar.
10. August 13, 2017, Barcelona 1
Real Madrid 3
Ronaldo packed plenty of action
in a 24-minute appearance as a
second-half substitute as he
smashed into the top corner to
give Madrid a 2-1 lead.
However, his decision to
celebrate by removing his shirt to
flex his muscles proved costly as
he was booked and just two
minutes later saw a second
yellow card for diving in the
referee's eyes in an attempt to
win a penalty.
11. September 19, 2018, Valencia
v Juventus
Ronaldo ends his Champions
League debut for Juventus in
tears after being sent off against
Valencia.
Ronaldo was shown a red card
by German referee Felix Brych in
the 29th minute at Estadio
Mestalla after an altercation with
Valencia defender Jeison Murillo. cc Lalasticlala |
Literature / Re: Gianaaaaa Wins September 5K Awards by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:11am On Sep 15, 2018 |
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Celebrities / WIZKID Has Finally Found The AMAKA 2face Was Singing About. by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:12pm On Sep 13, 2018 |
STARBOY WIZKID has taken to his instagram handle to shame an unidentified lady. HE SAID... It seems i've found the lady 2face idibia was actually singing about and i really believe that she is not a Nigerian and not staying in Nigeria coz she would be deported to bleaching country like GHANA #AmakaDissappointMe. Lalasticlala
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Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:58pm On Aug 27, 2018 |
[quote author=honourable356 post=70628663] I have not been able to comment for a long time here because either I am itching to have an argument concerning the state of the nation and every pro and cons happening or I am many a times overwhelmed with laughter. Now arguing intricately will derail this thread.... Laughing repeatedly would prevent me from analyzing this. But... I have one objection. Having known who had sex with her,she then want more from that same person...Concerning this,i have this to say...either the nurse has been hypnotized or the ladies audience here would be in the best position to refute or acknowledge the above assertion. Apart from that,i have few words for you... Bravo bravo bravo Innocent. In this style of writing that indirectly /directly discussing the state of the nation ranging from politics,religion,entertainment, soccer, domestic violence etc you are undoubtedly in a world of your own. The teenagers would learn... The youth would created opinions.. The adult would argue... You will give every individual capable of reading something to talk about... All in one,you got them lectured and entertained. He nods... Your work is outrageously commendable!!! ONE THING THAT I HAVE BEEN NOTICING ABOUT YOU IS THAT YOU CRITIZE A LOT BUT YOUR CRITICS IS GOOD BUT PLEASE DON'T OVER DO IT AND I WOULD LOVE TO READ YOUR STORY SO THAT I WILL ALSO SEE HOW GOOD YOU ARE.. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:54pm On Aug 27, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: YoungZubi Wins August 5K Award by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:16pm On Aug 18, 2018 |
www.nairaland.com/123450001/Sugar-Daddy/ make no body vex i wan learn how to create link on nairaland bt thd winner na YOUNGZUBI [/quote] |
Literature / Re: YoungZubi Wins August 5K Award by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:09pm On Aug 18, 2018 |
www.nairaland.com/1001234/sugar-daddy/ make no body vex i wan learn how to create link on nairaland bt thd winner na YOUNGZUBI |
Literature / Re: YoungZubi Wins August 5K Award by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:12am On Aug 17, 2018 |
#YOUNGZUBI_sex_na_food |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:23am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Chapter 21
When Busi got home she was
cold and exhausted. She felt ill.
“Where have you been?” asked
her granny. “You should be
looking after yourself.”
That’s what she was doing,
thought Busi. She was looking
after herself. She wouldn’t let
Parks hurt her any more.
“Did you see him? Were you
with him?” asked her
grandmother.
“It’s okay, Gogo. It’s over,” she
said. “This time for good.” Her
granny hugged her close.
“I’m proud of you.”
“I’ve made such a mess of
things,” Busi said.
“Yes, you have. Things would
have been very different if you
hadn’t fallen pregnant. It is
going to be very difficult. And
you are going to have to be
strong, and you are going to
have to make a lot of sacrifices.
You are lucky you have good
friends, and you have me. Not
every pregnant girl has family or
friends she can count on.
Sometimes it breaks them. You
are going to have to grow up
fast, my girl. Now go and sleep.
You need it.”
There were tears on Busi’s
cheeks as she closed her eyes,
but for the first time in days she
slept deeply.
* * *
She woke to a chatter of familiar
voices – her friends had come to
visit. “We were waiting for you
to wake up,” said Lettie. “Your
granny told us everything.” They
all hugged Busi.
“Are you okay?” asked Lettie.
Busi nodded.
“It’s over with Parks,” she said.
And she started to cry. Lettie
hugged her.
“We’ll be there for you,” she said.
“Now that it’s over with Parks,
maybe you can think more
clearly about the baby,” said
Asanda. It was true, thought
Busi. But then her granny put
her head around the blanket
that hung between the bedroom
and the kitchen. She sounded
excited.
“Your mother phoned while you
were sleeping,” she said. “She’s
bought a ticket, and she’s
coming down to see you.”
“Thank you, Gogo,” said Busi as
her grandmother returned to
the kitchen, leaving the girls to
talk. But really Busi didn’t know
how she felt about her mother
coming. They would fight – she
knew it. If she decided to keep
the baby, she wanted to look
after it. She wouldn’t let her
mom take it. What kind of a
mother would Ibe, thought
Busi? Would I cope? Would I
leave my baby with someone
else and run away?
“I don’t even know how I would
raise a child on my own. I have
no income. Besides, I have to go
to school …”
“Sizakunceda,” said Ntombi, “…
whatever you decide.”
Busi smiled. She had good
friends. But it would be tough.
Whatever she decided, it would
be tough. She looked around the
small room. There was someone
missing.
“Where’s Unathi?” she asked.
“He’s coming,” said Asanda,
“don’t worry.”
“You have a real talent for
reading people’s minds,”
laughed Lettie.
“And I have a real talent for
falling pregnant,” said Busi.
“You have lots of talents,” said
Unathi. He had come in quietly.
“You don’t know half of them
yet.”
* * *
When the girls had left, Unathi
stayed behind. Busi turned to
him. What could she say?
“I’m sorry, for everything.”
“It’s okay,” he said, putting his
arm around her. She felt his
warmth against her. She felt
safe. “It’s going to be okay.
Whatever happens, I’ll be there.”
“Unathi?”
“Yes?”
“I heard what you said when
you ran after the taxi. You said I
was strong.”
“It’s true, Busi,” he smiled.
“Never forget it!”
THE END. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:17am On Aug 02, 2018 |
do you love her?” She was
shouting now.
“Ndinithanda nobabini. Really I
do. We can work something
out.” He lit a cigarette.
“Forget about me!” Busi said.
“I’m never going to be a secret
in anyone’s life, least of all
yours!” She stood up.
“This will be the end of me,” he
said feebly. “This will be the end
of my marriage. What are we
going to do? What will I do if
she throws me out?”
“Can’t you live without her?”
asked Busi.
But Parks wasn’t listening to her.
“Can’t you go to Jozi, give the
child up? I can arrange
everything for you.” Then when
he saw that she wasn’t
necessarily going to do as he
wished any more, he stood up
and crushed his cigarette in the
sand. “I’m bleeped!” he screamed.
He was striding back to the taxi.
She followed him two steps
behind. Suddenly she feared for
herself … and the baby. “I’m
nothing without my wife!” he
said. “Don’t you understand
that?” He punched his fist
against the taxi. “She owns this
bloody taxi. She owns
everything!”
Busi stared at him. Is that all he
could think about? Did he feel
nothing for the baby? For his
own baby?
“We should have used condoms,
Parks. You should at least have
done that, knowing you were
married.”
“Shut up!” he shouted at her.
Busi was scared of him now,
scared of his anger erupting at
everything she said. She had to
get away from him.
“Okay, Parks,” she said, “I’ll meet
you to talk about it later. But I
have to go to school now. I have
an appointment with Mr
Khumalo.”
He looked relieved, like he had
won. “I’ll fetch you afterwards,”
he said. “You’ll be there?”
“Yes,” she lied and he believed
her.
But she knew that it wouldn’t be
her waiting for him outside the
school. It would be Mr Khumalo.
Because now she was going to
tell him everything about Parks.
Yonke into. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:11am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Chapter 20
Busi had strange, disturbing
dreams that night. She dreamed
that she was standing at the
school gate and Parks and his
wife were sitting outside in that
big black car. She couldn’t move.
She just watched as they held up
a baby. It was hers and she
heard it crying, but she couldn’t
move. She couldn’t reach it. And
then they were driving off.
She woke up crying. It was light
outside and her phone was
ringing. She saw Parks’s name
on the screen. She would tell him
to get out of her life, to leave her
alone. It would be the last time
she spoke to him. But when he
answered so softly, so
concerned, she wasn’t so sure
any more. And she wanted an
explanation. She wanted to
know why?
“Why didn’t you tell me you were
married, Parks?”
“Me, married? Who told you that,
baby?” So he didn’t know that
his wife had called her in the
middle of the night. And now he
was lying to her again,
pretending that everything was
fine.
“You are, Parks!” she said, “Your
wife phoned me. Why didn’t you
tell me?” There was silence on
the other end. She could sense
him struggling with what to say
now that his secret was out.
“You never asked me, baby!” He
said it so casually, she couldn’t
believe it. “I love you, baby –
that’s all that matters. We’ll work
something out.” He tried to
sound reassuring.
How could he talk of love? How
could he switch so quickly to
saying they’d work something
out, when he had left her alone
to have an abortion. There was
only one thing he wanted to
work out – how to get rid of her
baby.
Busi heard her grandmother
shuffling about in the kitchen,
she heard her pouring water
from the tap.
“Shall I fetch you, baby? Shall I
come through now?”
“No, Parks,” she whispered.
When they had made love, he
had been married. When they
had taken that romantic stroll
and he had given her a locket,
he had been married. He had
betrayed her, and his wife. She
was aware of her heart slowly
turning around, turning inside
out, shedding every memory of
the love she had had for him.
She felt like a trespasser and a
fraud. And it hurt so much. She
had wanted to believe that their
child was conceived in love. She
had clung onto that. But now
even that had been ripped away
from her.
“I need to see you,” he said. And
then he said the words that
found the chink in her armour:
“You owe me that. Just once
more, Busi, for the child. I am the
father … You owe me that.”
“Yeka, Parks.”
“Please. For all we had together
… I’ll meet you in ten minutes. I’ll
be waiting at the end of your
road. Say yes.”
He wasthe father. He would
always be the father. She did
owe him that, she thought.
“Busi! Yeka!”
As she walked towards Parks’s
taxi, she heard Unathi. She heard
him shouting from the other
end of the street. But she was
five steps away from Parks’s taxi
and she didn’t turn around.
“Remember you are strong,
Busi!” Unathi shouted, as he ran
down the street towards her.
“You are strong!” But he was
too late. The taxi took off,
leaving dust in his face. Had she
heard him?
* * *
Parks took Busi to the sea. But
there was no picnic this time,
and the sky was overcast. She
wanted to huddle next to him
for warmth. But she would not
let herself. She would not touch
him, even though she was
freezing. “Womelele!” That’s
what Unathi had called after her.
She had heard him.
Parks sat up straight and looked
out over the ocean. She followed
his gaze, watching the
squawking seagulls scavenging
around a group of fishermen
down on the rocks below.
“The baby, Busi. You can’t have
the baby – not now, not this
one. It will hurt her too much.”
“Hurt her? What about me,
Parks?” She turned to him.
“What about me?”
“You can’t have this baby, Busi. It
will kill her if I have a baby with
someone else.”
“You should have thought of
that!” she spat.
He tried to put his arm around
her. He tried to use those old,
sweet, flattering words.
“You are strong, Busi!” She
heard Unathi’s voice in her head.
“Busi, my darling, if I could I
would leave her and marry you.
Please understand that. But we
can still be together. We just
have to be careful. I really love
you, that’s for sure.” He pulled
her towards him again. She
pushed him away and looked
him straight in the eye.
“Uyamthanda yena?” she asked.
He fumbled in the pockets of his
leather jacket. “I said, |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:07am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Busi’s mouth went dry.
“That’s right,” the woman went
on, when Busi didn’t speak. “You
have seen me. I was the woman
in the black car at the Formula
One. I watched you and my
husband go in and come out. I
know everything. My husband
told me … You see, he’s not good
at hiding things.”
The woman in the black car – it
was the woman she had seen in
her dreams.
“You’re not the only girl Parks
has had,” the woman said. Busi
felt a pain in her stomach like
someone had stabbed her with
a knife. “But you’re the first to
get pregnant. And we can’t have
that. Uyayazi? I won’t have
Parks’s bastard child running
around. I won’t have it, do you
hear? So do as Parks says – get
rid of it. And leave him alone. Do
you understand?”
But before she could reply the
phone went dead.
He was married. And he hadn’t
told her. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:57am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Chapter 19
Busi didn’t know how she’d got
home. It was a blur. She just
knew that she’d run away from
the doctor’s surgery where
Parks had abandoned her and
nobody knew her, to
somewhere safe where people
cared about her. She had found
her way home like those homing
pigeons. However far away you
let them go, they would always
find their way back home to
safety.
The next day she returned to the
clinic. Sitting in the sister’s room
she felt pain for what Parks had
done, but she also felt stronger.
It felt good keeping her word
and coming back to see the
sister. It made her feel in control
again.
The sister was smiling at her.
And when she reached across
the desk and took her hand, all
Busi’s held-in tears came
pouring out. The sister handed
her a tissue. “There, you let it all
out,” she said. And when Busi
had stopped crying and had
taken a deep breath, the sister
said, “Have you thought about it,
Busi?”
“Yes,” she answered. “But I
haven’t decided yet. It’s so hard.”
“You know, termination isn’t the
only option. You could also have
the baby adopted.”
Busi had thought about it all
night. She had thought about
school, about her baby not
having a dad. She had thought
about what her family would
say, and her friends, and how
she would feel if she had a
termination. She had thought
about being stuck at home with
a baby while her friends went
out. She had thought so much it
had felt like her brain was
bursting. And she had felt so
many different emotions it was
like her heart was splitting open.
“Well, whatever you decide, we
must take good care of you,”
said the sister, kindly. She gave
her vitamins to take, then added,
“The earlier you decide, the
better. Come back in a few days
when you’ve had some more
time to think. But remember, the
later you leave it the more
difficult it will be to get a
termination.”
“Thank you,” Busi said as she
left. She was still in a daze. She
just wanted to be alone. But
when she got home her granny
couldn’t wait to tell her the
news.
“Your mother wants to raise the
baby.”
“My mother, Gogo?”
“Yes! She wants to come down
in December when you will be
giving birth and she wants to
take him with her, back to
Johannesburg.”
“Him?”
“She’s sure it’s a boy,” said her
granny. Busi was stunned. Her
mother hadn’t raised her. Why
should she want this baby?” She
was angry. Her granny didn’t
even know if she had decided to
have the baby, and she was
making decisions for her. “Gogo,
what about what Iwant?” But it
was like her granny hadn’t
heard her.
“It’s a good idea, Busi,” she was
saying. “Where will we find
money to support a little baby?
Babies are expensive! You have
to buy nappies, you need money
when they get sick – and they
get sick. And we’re not giving
your baby to a stranger.”
“Who says I am having the
baby?” Busi shouted, and she
ran through to her bed. She lay
there, her hands over her
stomach. Her mother wanted to
take this baby away. She hadn’t
even spoken to her about it. Did
she mean so little to them? And
Parks, he had just wanted to get
rid of it. They had no right.
“Busi?”
“I need to be alone,” Busi
shouted. It felt good, this small
thing of saying what she
needed.
But they wouldn’t leave her
alone. No sooner had she laid
down on her bed than her
phone rang. It was Parks.
Perhaps he had phoned to say
he was sorry for not coming
with her to the doctor. Perhaps
he had changed his mind. And
she felt so alone. So she
answered it. But all he said was,
“So did you do it? Is it finished?
I’ve been trying to call you.”
“How could you leave me there
alone?” She drew on all the
courage she had.
“Did you want me to stay with
you? I had things to do …”
And then, when she was silent,
his tone changed. “Baby, I need
you. It doesn’t matter … I just
need to talk. We’ll get through
this. I’ll call you later. I need to
see you.”
She switched the phone off.
“We’ll get through this,” he had
said. She was so confused and
tired, she just needed to sleep.
Tomorrow was another day.
Tomorrow she would decide
what to do.
* * *
In the dark another call came.
Not from her friends, not from
Parks. An unknown number
shone on the screen. And when
she said hello, a woman greeted
her. Her voice sounded cold and
far away. It wasn’t her mother,
whom she had hoped would call
her. This was a stranger.
“Who is this?” Busi asked. “You
must have the wrong number.”
“Is this Busi?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Busi said, uncertainly.
“Then I have the right number.
What I want to know is what
you want from my husband?”
“There must be some mistake,”
said Busi. There was silence.
Busi’s heart started pounding.
“No mistake,” the woman said.
“I am married to Parks. Do you
understand? I am his wife.” |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:53am On Aug 02, 2018 |
She dialled Parks’s number, but
then switched the phone off
before he could answer. She had
nothing to say to him. She had
nothing but a terrible pain in her
heart. But she knew one thing
for certain. She would decide
whether she had this baby or
not – not Parks, not her granny,
not her parents or her friends. It
was her decision. It was her
body. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 10:43am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Parks wasn’t at the bus stop at
nine – it was more like half past.
“We’re late!” he said as she
climbed into the taxi, its engine
still roaring. The gaadjie grinned
at her as they swerved in and
out of the traffic. He laughed out
loud as she fell against Parks
when he mounted a pavement,
annoying the other frustrated
road-users. “We’ve got to be in
Mitchells Plain by ten,” Parks said
when he saw the look on her
face. “We’ve got to move it!”
She thought that he wanted to
see her again to talk about the
baby. To work out how they
would tell her granny that he
was the father. But here he was
saying they were going to
Mitchells Plain – and with the
gaadjie in the back. Busi couldn’t
hold her tongue any more. She
wanted to be sick and her head
pounded.
“Slow down, Parks. You’re going
too fast. I’m feeling ill. Where are
we going?”
“I told you – Mitchells Plain. I’m
taking you to a doctor who will
take care of you.”
“But I’ve already seen a sister at
the clinic … You know that. I
don’t understand.”
“Shh! You talk too much,” Parks
snapped.
* * *
They stopped in a parking lot
outside a brick building. Medical
Centre, it said on the sign. There
were a lot of people going in
and out. “Take this,” said Parks,
pressing a wad of notes into her
hands. “I’ll fetch you later. Just
SMS me when you’re done. Then
we can go and eat somewhere
nice.”
“Done with what? Parks, I don’t
understand.”
“Dr Bester is on the third floor.
He’s expecting you. Go now, you
can’t be late.”
Busi got out and closed the
passenger door. “Aren’t you
coming with me?” she asked.
“Who is this Dr Bester?” But
Parks was already speeding
away.
* * *
Busi stood in the parking lot
outside the Medical Centre and
watched Parks drive off in his
taxi without a backward glance.
She was all alone. She felt like
dying, there and then. It seemed
the only way she could escape
the terrible things that were
happening to her.
“Are you lost?” a man asked her.
“I’m looking for Dr Bester,” she
said. She didn’t like the way the
man was looking at her.
“In there,” he said, pointing to
the building. “Come with me – I’ll
show you.”
She could have turned and run,
but she followed him inside and
into the doctor’s waiting room.
No one smiled. Not the
receptionist, not one of the
other patients sitting sullenly in
the posh armchairs lining the
wall. They shuffled up to make
room for her and then went
back to the glossy magazines
they were reading. Others just
stared at the wall. The
receptionist had been expecting
her. She ticked Busi’s name on
the list and gave her a form to fill
in.
“Have you had counselling?”
“Counselling?”
“For the termination,” the
receptionist went on. She looked
at Busi like she was stupid and
slow.
“I’m going for counselling later,”
Busi said. “At the clinic.” But the
woman didn’t hear her clearly.
She just pointed to where Busi
needed to fill in her details on
the form.
“Okay,” she said. “Just write that
down.” She pointed with her
pen.
“What is this?” asked Busi,
looking at the form.
“You have to fill it in for the
termination,” the receptionist
said coolly, as if she was talking
about the weather. “Abortion,”
she said. “Do you understand
why you’re here?”
“Abor–?” Is this what Parks
wanted?
Busi sat down amongst the
other patients and stared at the
form on the clipboard in front of
her. “I’ll take care of it,” he said.
And now she realised what he
meant. He made the decision
without her. She wanted to get
up and run, but she couldn’t.
Then the door of the doctor’s
room opened and his assistant
came out and called Busi by her
full name. “Are you alone?” she
asked, as Busi walked down the
corridor towards her.
“My boyfriend dropped me
here,” said Busi.
“You’re very young,” the woman
said. “It must be a difficult time
for you.” Busi nodded. “Please
take your clothes off in the
bathroom and put this gown
on,” she continued, handing her
a blue cotton gown. “Then come
back to Dr Bester’s room. He’ll be
with you in a few minutes.”
Busi did as she was told, then
sat on an uncomfortable plastic
chair and waited for the doctor.
She couldn’t help but notice the
hospital bed in the corner, with
its paper sheet and stainless-
steel instruments in a dish next
to it. When Dr Bester came in he
didn’t greet her, or ask how she
was, or even ask her name. And
when he saw that she was still
wearing her panties under the
gown he reminded her that she
needed to take everything off.
When she returned from the
bathroom, naked except for the
cotton gown, she couldn’t bring
herself to look at the strange
steel instruments. They seemed
so cold and frightening. The
doctor turned his back for a
moment to wash his hands and
put his latex gloves on. Suddenly
Busi knew that she had to
escape. Without a word she
rushed out of the door and back
to the bathroom, where she
pulled on her clothes. Then she
ran – down the corridor and
past Dr Bester’s room, through
Reception, into the lift and out
onto the street. It was only then
that she realised she was still
clutching the blue cotton gown.
She stuffed it into a bin at the
hospital entrance. |
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Chapter 18
Parks’s call woke her up in the
morning. “Don’t you sleep?” she
wanted to know.
“Meet me at the bus stop after
nine. We need to talk.” He spoke
above the impatient noises in
the taxi.
When Busi got up, her
grandmother was already busy
in the kitchen. “I’m going to see
Mr Khumalo,” the old lady said.
“Maybe it would be better if I
saw him on my own first. So you
stay here until I return. Do you
hear me, Busi?”
“Gogo, please don’t tell him
about Parks. Mr Khumalo will be
angry with him. He might report
him to the police.”
“He should report this Parks. He
is a danger to schoolgirls. But
for now I will only tell him that
you are pregnant. He needs to
know why you have been
missing so much school.”
Busi didn’t like the idea of her
grandmother talking to Mr
Khumalo. But she also felt
relieved: now that her granny
was going out she had the gap
she was looking for. Great! She
helped her granny clear the
kitchen. “Go on, Gogo, I’ll finish
up here,” she said. “I’ll be fine.” |
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She lay still on her bed and
listened to his car pulling off into
the night, tyres screeching. |
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Chapter 17
It was after ten that night when
he tapped on her window.
“Parks, what are you doing
here?” she whispered sleepily.
“We must talk,” he said. “Come,
come with me.” Quickly she
pulled her tracksuit on over her
pyjamas and crept out past her
sleeping granny into the cold
night. He was standing hunched
up, smoking a cigarette. “Quick,
baby – get in my taxi.” It was
warm inside the taxi. He gave
her a quick hug, but he was
distracted and on edge.
“Parks, you said you’d see me
later. But you never said when. I
thought …”
“And here I am. Would I forget
about you? Never.” He started
the engine and drove left, then
right and right again. They were
heading away from the
township towards the freeway.
She recognised his route – they
had taken it many times.
“I can’t believe I’m pregnant,”
she whispered.
“I know, baby, I know. Don’t
worry, I’m here.” He took her
hand and squeezed it. And
suddenly she felt safe. It was
going to be all right. In that
moment she wanted the baby so
badly. It would be hers and
Parks’s.
“What are we going to do?” she
asked, staring out of the
window into the dark. Lights
flashed past.
“I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t
worry. I promise.”
“Will we get married? If my
granny meets you and you tell
her you want to marry me, she
may feel better. She feels
responsible, you know, like she’s
let my mother down …”
He laughed. “You’re too young
to be married.”
“But I’m not too young to be a
mother …”
“You are too young …”
“But …”
“I told you not to worry – I’ll take
care of it …”
They drove to Muizenberg,
where he had to meet someone
to talk about a business venture.
While they waited in a pub
outside the station, he downed
a beer and she ordered a plate
of hot chips and a Coke. The
man he had arranged to meet
arrived with a cigarette in a
cigarette holder and a rasping
voice. “Cash up front … cash up
front …,” was all that Busi heard.
Eventually the man left. Parks
turned to her and smiled, “Are
you still hungry?” She shook her
head. “We should have used
condoms,” he sighed.
“It’s too late now,” Busi said.
How could he be so casual? Now
he was saying they should have
used condoms. What about then,
when it had been “Don’t worry –
I know what I’m doing”. She felt
her heart clench tightly inside
her.
“Never mind – I’ll take care of
you,” he said crushing out his
cigarette in his polystyrene
coffee cup. It made a hissing
sound. It was late and the
manager approached them,
saying he wanted to close the
place.
He would take care of her. It
would be all right. At least they
would be together.
Parks held her hand as they
drove back along the sea. “I love
you, baby – please trust me. I
want you to be happy and
successful.” His voice was a little
slurred and she realised that he
had drunk too much while they
were waiting in the café. “I’m
taking you to the doctor in the
morning,” he said.
“I’ve been to the clinic already,”
Busi told him. “My granny took
me. You weren’t there. I tried to
call when the test said I was
pregnant. They took an HIV test
too.”
“And?”
“It was negative.”
“You see? I told you I was fine,”
said Parks.
“They told me I have to have
another test after three months.
They said sometimes the HIV
doesn’t show so early, Parks.
They said I must go back to talk
about what to do with the
baby.”
“You don’t need to see a
counsellor, baby. Parks knows
best. I’ll give you the best
advice.”
Maybe he was right? He was the
father after all. It wasn’t just her
baby, she thought.
The wind came up and blew
white sea sand over the road, so
the tar wasn’t visible any more.
Fine sand stung at the windows.
He changed gear, but still the car
swerved across the road. Busi
was scared.
She was grateful to finally reach
her house. “Can I come in?” he
asked. He must be crazy, she
thought, or drunk.
“Shh!” Busi whispered. “No, no,
you can’t. You’ll wake my
granny.”
“I thought she wanted to meet
me.”
“Not now! Now go, go!” |
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Busi told them about her visit to
the clinic.
“I had to wee in a little glass jar
and give it to them. I was so
nervous, I spilled the wee on the
sister’s desk.”
“Sies man!” Lettie laughed.
“And I had to have blood taken.
Look at my bruised arm.” She
showed them the bluish mark
where the sister had taken
blood.
“And?”
“I’m negative.”
“Well, that’s good,” said Lettie
hopefully.
“But I have to go back in three
months, to make sure.”
“I hope it’s a girl,” Zinzi said
dreamily.
“Yes, I love baby girls,” added
Lettie.
“Shh! Busi doesn’t even know if
she’s going to go through with
the pregnancy,” said Asanda.
“Remember Prudence. And she’s
fine now. She’s doing well.”
“Unathi can be the daddy,”
piped up Zinzi. She didn’t
understand what they were
talking about. “I can see him
pushing a pram! Better still,
Unathi changing nappies. Yuck!”
She laughed.
As they talked, Busi found she
was holding her belly. There was
a baby in there, growing. Ten
fingers and ten toes. She was
suddenly filled with such strong,
tender emotions, it frightened
her. It would be a very difficult
decision. |
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They walked to the clinic in
silence. What was there to say
until they knew for sure? In the
clinic her granny greeted one of
the women in the queue who
was there with her daughter.
Soon they would all know about
Busi. Only fifteen and pregnant –
and with a taxi driver!
* * *
They had to wait for a long time
in the queue. But when the clinic
sister finally saw them, she was
friendly. Busi was relieved – they
weren’t always so sympathetic.
She told Busi that there was only
one thing to do right now and
that was to take a pregnancy
test. She sent her into the toilet
with a small cup for her urine.
Then she dipped the test stick in
and they all waited. Those were
the longest minutes of Busi’s life.
There was one line and then,
faintly at first, but getting
stronger, a second line appeared
in the window of the pregnancy
stick. There it was. Two lines:
pregnant.
“Have you been tested for HIV?”
the sister asked her.
“No,” Busi said, shaking her
head. This was a nightmare.
“You will need to go to the
counsellor for that. She will tell
you what you need to know.
Then she will do a test. You will
have the result in ten minutes.
It’s quick,” said the sister. “It’s
not like it used to be, when you
had to wait. That was terrible –
the waiting.”
“What if I am positive?” Busi
asked, her voice trembling.
“What then?”
“Then we will take things one
day at a time,” the sister said.
“Many young women like you
are HIV-positive and they give
birth to babies who are just fine.
If you are positive we will put
you onto the right medicine to
protect your baby.” She was
calm as she said this and it made
Busi feel better. Like it might be
all right. Like this nightmare
might end.
“Do you know if your partner is
HIV-positive?”
“No, he isn’t,” said Busi quickly.
“It is better that we test
anyway.”
“Yes,” her granny said quickly.
“People will tell you all kinds of
things.”
“Does he know that you’re
pregnant?” The sister looked at
her.
“Not yet,” Busi lied.
“When did you have
unprotected sex?”
Busi thought back to the first
time. It was six weeks ago. Six
whole weeks since she had
gone to the Formula One with
Parks. But surely she couldn’t
have fallen pregnant so quickly?
“I want you to come back after
the HIV test,” the sister said. “I
want to talk to you about the
options you have.”
“Options?” asked Busi. What
options were there? She was
pregnant. To get rid of the baby
would be unthinkable for her
granny, for her family. They
would say that she was killing
the baby. That it would bring
shame on all of them. And now
the sister was talking about
options?
“I know what people say about
terminating your pregnancy,
Busi. I know what you will have
heard. People say such things all
the time,” said the sister gently.
“But it is your choice. You are
the one who is going to have to
take care of a baby.”
Busi thought of Prudence. She
was in Matric at Harmony High.
When she had fallen pregnant
and had a termination her
mother had said she would go
to hell. But Prudence was strong.
She had decided and she had
gone to the hospital on her own.
Busi had admired her. And now
Prudence was doing fine. She
had a boyfriend who loved her
and one day she would have
children.
“Think about it carefully,” the
sister said. But Busi’s granny
was shaking her head.
“There is nothing to think about.
She will have the baby. And her
mother will take care of it. And
she will go back to school.”
The sister kept looking at Busi.
“Come back tomorrow,” she
said. Then, taking her arm, she
added, “After twelve weeks it is
very difficult to get a
termination, Busi. After that you
can’t change your mind. Do you
understand?”
Busi nodded.
At home she dissolved into
floods of tears. Pregnant, and
before hersixteenth birthday!
Her life had ended. She lay on
the bed unable to move. If Parks
didn’t marry her now, nobody
would. Who would want a
sixteen-year-old girl with a
baby? But if Parks wanted her
and the baby? Thatwas the
answer. That was the only way.
She started to imagine them in a
house together and Parks
laughing and bouncing the baby
on his knee. But what if Parks
didn’t want it? What then? She
would be trapped. She was too
young to have a child. What
about her dreams, her
education, her bright future? Six
weeks, the sister had said. Six
weeks to decide whether she
wanted this baby. After that it
would be too late.
That afternoon her friends came
to see her. The news had spread
fast. Unathi came too. “Have you
come to gloat?” Busi hissed as
they came into the house.
“I’ve just come to tell you,”
Unathi said gently with a slight,
sad smile, “I’m here for you if
you need me.”
“So sweet, Unathi,” said Zinzi,
who had come with the older
girls.
“Where is Parks now? Have you
told him?” Lettie asked.
“He’s coming later,” Busi said,
hoping this was true. “He’s been
very supportive.”
“I don’t see him here,” said
Lettie. “Did he come to the clinic
with you?”
Busi shook her head.
“What will you do now?” Asanda
wanted to know. “Will you have
the baby?”
“I don’t know,” Busi answered.
“I don’t know yet.”
“What does being pregnant feel
like?” Zinzi wanted to know. |
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Chapter 16
In the cold morning light Busi
shivered in bed. She had already
had to run across the yard twice
to throw up in the toilet, and it
was freezing outside. She felt
like she was going to die and
still Parks hadn’t called. Chill, he
had texted. How could she not
panic? And when was he going
to see her? She was on her own
and she was going to the clinic
with her granny. Everyone
would know by now, if those
church ladies had anything to do
with it.
There was still a chance she
wasn’t pregnant, she told
herself. It could be stomach
trouble or stress. She had been
under enough of that lately. But
underneath that voice was the
voice that said, of course you’re
pregnant, you stupid, stupid girl.
It was so unfair! It wasn’t that
she hadn’t wanted to use a
condom every time. She had
always had one in her bag. But
Parks had convinced her it
would be okay. She had nothing
to worry about. And now, a
baby!
Busi felt guilty and angry. She
knew how bad her
grandmother would feel. Her
mom had trusted Busi to her
care. But it wasn’t her granny’s
fault Busi had lied to her. She
wanted to curl up and
disappear. What would they do
when they found out she was
pregnant? “It’s nearly time to
go,” her granny said, handing
her a cup of sweet black tea.
“Drink this. If you are pregnant,
Busi, your mother will have to
look after the baby.” |
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Chapter 15
When Busi got home she was
cold, tired and miserable, and
she was dreading having to
confront her granny. She just
wanted to run away. But this
was the only home she had. She
was also nauseous from the taxi
ride and she felt like throwing
up. She must look terrible, she
thought, as she opened the door
of their shack. She was horrified
to find that her grandmother
was not alone. The ladies from
church had come around for tea.
Their noisy chatter died down as
soon as she came in. They just
stared at her. She had disgraced
her family – she saw it on her
granny’s face in that moment.
“Come here, ntombi,” said her
grandmother.
“Gogo ...,” she stammered.
“Look at you, Busi,” one of the
other ladies said.
“Where did you sleep last
night?” asked her granny,
sternly. “Why was your phone
on voicemail? I phoned all your
friends. I was so worried, and
none of them knew where you
were. What is going on, Busi?”
“My battery died, Gogo,” she lied,
avoiding the accusing eyes of all
her grandmother’s friends.
“Your granny has sacrificed her
life for you …,” one of the other
members of the church group
said, “and look at the thanks she
gets.”
“Since when do you lie to the
woman who raised you?”
She couldn’t look at them. They
were all staring. She was being
shamed. “Go and wash yourself
and change your clothes,” her
granny said. As she walked out
of the kitchen she heard one of
the ladies say, “Today’s young
people – they would never be
able to live through what we
had to live through. You must
watch her. Does she still get her
period regularly?”
* * *
Busi went to the lean-to in the
yard where they washed. She
stared at herself in the small
mirror balanced on a piece of
wood. When last did she get her
period? She panicked. Parks had
always said he knew what he
was doing. Since that first time
in the hotel, they’d had sex
several times: in the back of his
taxi, on a blanket in the forest,
sometimes with a condom,
sometimes without. She rubbed
her hands over her stomach and
felt ill. The Coke and chips she
had eaten in the taxi came
rushing up and splashed all over
the floor. This couldn’t be
happening to her. No, not to her,
please no!
Back in her room she looked in
the box next to her bed. There
was a packet of unused sanitary
pads. Her granny always bought
one for her each month. She
could hear them talking. She felt
that they were watching her.
How had she not noticed that
she missed a period?
She didn’t think. She just typed
the words and sent the
message.
Hlp me. I thnk I’m preg.
He had left her alone in that
strange house. Was this it, had
he disappeared again? But then
her screen lit up.
Dnt panic bby, will c u l8er.
No mention of why he had left
her, or where he was. She
looked in the mirror again. Did
she know this person staring
back at her? “What am I going
to do with a baby?” she asked
herself. She mouthed the word
“baby”, afraid to say it out loud.
She waited until she had heard
her grandmother’s friends leave
before she ventured out of her
room. “What is going on, Busi?”
her grandmother asked her
again.
She didn’t know what to say.
“Are you going to have a baby,
Busi?” This time her
grandmother was direct.
“I don’t know, Gogo,” said Busi,
barely audible.
“Uthandana nendoda?”
Busi swallowed. How could she
admit this to her grandmother?
But her silence was all the
answer her granny needed.
“Tomorrow we are going to the
clinic,” she said coldly. “I can’t
believe you, Busi – you, of all
people! What is going on in your
head? Why are you playing with
your life? And your mother and
father trusted me! What am I
going to tell them?” |
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