Sbusiso is in his bedroom worried about Ntombi, because for three days she has neither answered nor returned his calls but has only been in touch through WhatsApp messages. He decides to call his friend Muzi in Joburg to find out what is happening.
Muzi’s phone rings twice before he picks up. “My brother, I was about to call you to find out how you are feeling today,” he says.
“I’m much better. The pills are working. How are you and your family?” says Sbusiso.
“We are well, my brother. Thanks for asking.”
“I’m calling because I can’t get in touch with Ntombi. Have you seen her in the past two days?”
“Isn’t she with you in Jozini?” Sbusiso can hear the surprise in Muzi’s voice.
“No, she left to look for a job that side.”
“And you allowed her, knowing how she acts even when she is near you? Now you have to suffer physically and mentally imagining what she is doing because she is so far from you.”
“You know I love her and I don’t want my children growing up in a broken home.”
Muzi lets out a long, heavy sigh.
“What is it, Muzi?”
“It’s just I’ve been hearing rumours but I didn’t believe them. But now when you tell me Ntombi is not there with you it is all starting to make sense.”
“What are you talking about, Muzi?”
“My brother, I don’t mean to add to your grief, but I have to tell you. A few people have been telling me they have seen Ntombi in clubs and at the mall walking hand in hand with a guy called Sipho.”
“I didn’t believe it, I thought they were mistaken because I thought she was with you there in Jozini.”
Sbusiso is quiet for a while. He lets out a sigh and says, “I should have listened. I should have listened to friends and family when they told me not to rush into marriage. I should have taken the time to know Ntombi.”
“Listen, my brother, you should focus on your health and your children now. You need to make sure they are provided for if anything happens to you,” says Muzi.
Sbusiso is in deep thought for the remainder of the afternoon. He comes to the realisation that his children will be neglected if he passes away. He decides to call his work colleague, Mondli, who is divorced, and asks him for advice.
“You are lucky because you got married out of community of property. So she is only entitled to a share of what you have accumulated after you got married. I’ll send you my lawyer’s details, he is very good. He introduced me to many financial products that will make sure my children will be well taken care of if anything happens to me,” says Mondli.
“Thanks, Mondli. I’ll get in touch with your lawyer,” says Sbusiso.
The following morning Ntombi is coming back from the club. She has hired a live-in domestic worker to look after the twins so she can be free to live as she pleases. She looks at her cell phone and shakes her head when she sees the number of missed calls from Sbu.
“How are you, Sbu?”
“Don’t act like you care about me, Ntombi. Have you found a job?”
“Yes, I found a job. That’s why I’m calling you.”
“Where did you find a job?”
“At a hair salon.”
“What’s the name of the salon?”
“It’s called Home of Beauty.”
“Isn’t that your friend’s salon?”
“So what if it is? What’s with all the questions?”
“Who is this Sipho that you are seen holding hands with? And who is looking after the twins while you are out clubbing with this Sipho?”
“First of all, I have hired a someone to look after the twins while I’m out working. Secondly, don’t you dare accuse me of what you are trying to accuse me!”
“Fine, do as you please. But I’ve had enough!”
Sbu ends the call.
Tell us: What would you do in Sbusiso’s position?