‘So, last week you wanted to be an astronaut en nou you want to be a mechanic?’ she asked with a very straight and annoyed chaiya (face)

‘Yes, I have noticed that I’m very good with my hands. So, maybe my future lies in being a mechanic,’ he commented with conviction. She just stared at him blank faced with no response. He further commented, ‘My Oupa was a mechanic so it’s in my genes, you know.’

‘And my Oupa was a cape coon does that mean I should become a coon?’ she frustratingly interrupted while trying to sweep the dirt away from under his feet.

‘Why are there so much boxes of klere laying around,’ he enquired.

‘You bought that the week you wanted to own your own retail store… Onthou jy?’ she remarked impatiently, while placing his messy shoes in one place.

‘Yeah, but then I realised…I make a lekka chicken curry. Maybe I should become a chef?’ he said while scrolling through a recipe book. Frustratingly, she threw the broom to the floor and let out a very loud and annoyed sigh.

‘ENOUGH!I’ve had it with you and your childish dreams. You are almost 30 years old. jy maak my grys!’ she said while leaning over the pile of abandoned washing on the floor.

‘Ek het goals,’ he replied in a annoyed tone. She flared her nostrils and hurriedly ran to the half opened cupboard, with the unhinged door that could never close. She swiftly packed her clothes in her bag, as if the Shaytaan (devil) was chasing her.

”Goals? Goals? Goals?’ she yelled as she rubbed her front lobe.

‘Goals is sticking to one thing and working to achieve it. Jy met jou kinder gedagtes. I can’t keep up anymore, Kanala (Please)Jy gie vir my n ajal!’ her voice echoed off the walls.

‘Why can’t you just be a lekka motjie (wife) and support me?’ he sulked.

‘Support you? Support you? Boy, I’ve been doing nothing but support you. Yesterday , you wanted to be a writer, then I enrolled you into a creative writing course. Last week, you wanted to be an astronaut, so I bought you a NASA T-shirt.

Last month, you insisted that being a “taxi boss,” was your passion, I almost invested half of my salary in a broken taxi for you and your droome.’

‘Ja, ja, ja. Relax babes,’ he replied calmly.

‘Miskien we need to breathe and talk about this lekka.’ She bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as she begrudgingly sat down, while she tried to find her inner peace.

‘I just have a lot of goals, maybe I droom a bietjie too much but my heart really is in the right place,’ he assured her as he rubbed her arm lovingly. She looked at him and her heart and chaiya (face) began to soften. She knew her dear husband’s ambitions exceeded the size of the grooter kaap. She extended her arms and embraced her husband lovingly, as she forgave his kinderagte behaviour.

‘Yoh, I’m really good at mediating,’ he noted or even bragged.

‘Miskien, I should become a psychologist or a mediatior?’ he said with his index finger in the air.She clenched up her fists, moved away from him and grabbed a hold of her messy luggage.

‘That’s it!’ she moaned as she flung her bag onto her back with her clothes still falling out of the sides.

‘You know what your next goal can be? Single?Salaam, Goodbye, adieu…’ she yelled as she flung the door closed behind her. Leaving niks more than a trail of clothes, unmet goals and groot dreams.