It’s been two days since he came to my place, and he asked me to bring Themba to his place. So, here I am. It’s a Saturday, and it’s very sunny.

We meet him, at the hotel. He welcomes us in. He’s wearing grey trackpants, white vest and flip flops. He looks like a school boy.

“Themba.” He says to my son.

Themba clings onto my leg and buries his face in my thighs. 

“Come on boy, greet him.” I say

“Hello.” Themba says in a tiny voice.

“How are you boy?” 

“I’m fine.” Themba replies, still clinging onto me.

“Do you know who I am?” Mpendulo asks.

Themba shakes his head.

“I’m Mpendulo..your…”

“Mommy’s friend, boy.” I interject.

Mpendulo shoots me an icy glare. I shrug.

“Can you let me talk to my son?” He whispers

“I don’t know whether you’re going to stay, until I’m sure, you’re going to remain unknown to him.” I hiss.

Mpendulo shrugs and shows me a bunch of clothes and toys he got for Themba. I don’t want to accept them, but Themba is already attached to one of the toys, an action figure. 

“Thanks for bringing him.” He thanks me when we leave.

“Pleasure.” I walk out, he grabs my hand and crashes our lips. I am breathless when he pulls back, and Themba is giggling.

“I’ll drive you.” He says

“I’ll request.”

“I will drive you.” He insists 

Arguing with him is pointless.