“Brenda, you are still giving birth to children yet you aren’t married and now you’re bringing small boys to my house,” she shouted. Brenda didn’t say anything but told Benny to go home. It was embarrassing but she thought her mother didn’t want her to be happy. ‘If I die you will think about this, why don’t you get married?’ she cried and walked to the big house.

“Brenda didn’t seem to care how her mother felt, she didn’t see how her mother chastened her out of love. She went to sleep. Things didn’t change, Benny continued to sneak in but this time they were careful. Benny stole her bank card and took R10 000 out. Brenda only saw a notification on her phone. She had been looking for the card and thought a foreigner, Ashley from Zimbabwe, had taken it. Ashley worked with her, managed accounts and also did the catering. She reported her to the police and they arrested her.”

“Granny wait! Did she know Benny stole the money?” Xolile asks anxiously.

“I am still telling the story,” Granny breathes in slowly.

“After two months Benny was in her bedroom naked. He got up and tried to dress when the card slipped from his pocket. Brenda had just walked in from the door and saw it. She picked it up quickly. ‘You are the thief?’ she shouted.

“She was angry, devastated and hurt. She couldn’t believe the poor girl was in prison for nothing. Benny tried to push her out the way but she overpowered him and started to throw fists on him. The anger boiled in her blood that she kept punching. Benny was a short slim guy and Brenda was big and taller than him. From that day their relationship ended, she took the cell phone that she brought for him and left the clothes.”

“Poor girl! Wat happened to Ashley?” Xolile asks curiously.

“She got released from prison and Brenda tried to persuade her to come back to work for her. She found another job at a restaurant,” Granny answers with pitiful eyes.

Xolile shakes her head pitifully. The sun is going down and darkness starts to cover the sky. Granny notices it and stands up.

“Prepare dinner, I will finish the story tomorrow,” she breathes in harshly.

“What about today?” Xolile sighs with boredom.

“Prepare dinner child. It’s late,” she says slowly.

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