Priscilla is looking at me judginly, when Themba tells her about my friend, uncle Mpendulo. 

When Themba finally goes to bed, Priscilla slumps down beside me and frowns.

“And that?” She says

“That..what?” I feign ignorance

“He drops you off, he’s buying Themba clothes. What else is he doing?”

“Themba is his son, he has to buy him clothes.” I say

“This man is no good, chomiie.” She warns me

“People change.”

“That means he’s no longer married?” She tilts her head back

“I don’t know and I don’t care. He just bought his son clothes, it’s not like I’m sleeping with him.” I shout

She puts her hands up in surrender. “You know what? Do you. I’m sleeping over Mandisa’s place today.” She grabs her overnight bag and heads out.

I feel bad talking to her like that, but I’m also confused. I hate feeling this way towards Mpendulo again. He wants to make me his side chick, once more. Now my son knows him, I can take the hurt but Themba? He’s only 3, he can only take so much.