I almost faint when Mpendulo walks in the store the next day, around 15hoo, with Themba in his arms.

“What are you doing?” I hiss at him, taking Themba into my arms.

“I fetched him from day care.” He replies, seeing nothing wrong with his actions.

“And who the hell told you where he is? Nevermind that, who gave you the permission to fetch my son?” I emphasize MY.

“He’s mine too.” He shouts.

My colleagues glance at us, and engage in a hushed conversation. I pull Mpendulo by the hand and we walk outside.

“Whats wrong with you?” I finally yell.

“Me? What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like I’ve kidnapped him. He’s my son.” He says.

“Your what? You dumped us, Mpendulo. You didn’t want us, you chose your wife and kids, remember?” 

He glances away from me, his eyes growing darker, “That was a mistake. I panicked.” He sighs

“You were panicking for 4 years? 4 whole years in panic?” I laugh

He frowns, “Now I’m a joke?”

“You’re making yourself a joke, boo.” I tell him.

“I just want to be in the boy’s life. I want him to meet his brothers.” He tells me.

“I don’t want my son anywhere near you or your wife. Does your wife even know about him?” I ask

He shakes his head and looks away.

I click my tongue and walk towards the entrance, “and for future reference, boo, never take my son without my consent.” I shout