Part 3

                                    

                                          
Matsepang
I had moved  out of my parents house,10 years ago imagine now divorcee at 28 years I am back,from the burbs to the ghetto, Mme Mmatlakala our front opposite neighbor is surly having a field day telling the hole neighborhood about my falling grace.I opened my Instagram account and searched Mphos name, I can no longer see his feeds,
"I guess he blocked me." I said to myself .I went through our WhatsApp conversation from 7months back ,where I sent him a picture of myself half naked in the red number I had bought specially for him, he didn't respond,"I should have taken that as a hint right a red flag?" I question myself 
The sacrifices I made for him for our marriage,yes I am not perfect neither is he, but I had been a damn great wife.
I never thought Mpho and I would end up divorced, I didn't even plan for such, I trusted him with my whole life.I truly loved Him, not the life he provided me, because honestly we met when we both had nothing to our names. We married antenuptial without the accrual so I only walked out with the black bags full of clothes, we bought the house under his name because I didn't have a credit score as I had no debt in my name, I paid for the bond transfer fees with my savings, I paid 2years for the house at some point Mpho was financially unstable coz he was building a house for his mother. The same mother who calls me a gold digger.The Range rovers also in Mphos name, I was such a fool. I was happy to only swipe the black card. 
Mpho is an accountant and a crook . I only had expensive clothes I felt like  the stupid slay queens we keep talking about over lunches with my girl friends. Talking about friends, most of them choose Mphos side,stories went around that I bewitched him, how funny as I have never been to a spiritualist other than that day at woolies.
I was named a gold digger ,I built him and mind you both my parents are very successful and are financially stable,my sister and I never lacked anything and most of all I was said to be barren.
I had failed to produce a pregnancy scare so there I had no grounds even though I have gone to a gynaecologist and they had said I am fertile.
Mbali who is married to Mphos best friend is still my friend because we knew each other from varsity. She would call me but I wouldn't answer,she would WhatsApp me but I wouldn't respond she didn't give up. Lately I am able to talk to her she is still my friend.
She invited me to one of they braais they host with her husband, I had been declining the previous ones, this time she called to tell me she would really love to have me around and I shouldn't worry apparently Mpho is out of the province. I agreed and went ahead. 
I am standing in the mirror, preparing to go to the braai, I start reflecting on how far I have come, I had lost so much weight, was even on the verge of committing suicide, my family support is the only thing that had pulled me out of that suffocating dark hole. Hai! life has humbled me. I thank my sister for the pampering session I got a few days ago to cheer me up, hair done ,nails done and light make up on fleek, put on my jean on jean and casual tee with my Dior bag and Dior sandal okay one more spin around the mirror, "Okay! I still have it! "my inner goddess says. 
I drive through to Midstream estate, I take a deep breath before I walk out of my car, cars are packed outside, I walk in the house after the maid opens for me, and directs me to the open plan kitchen, I know the house but it just feels foreign since I haven't been here in a long time. 
I find a bunch of ladies I know from the "previous life" lols Previous life as if I have a new one. Deep breaths Tshepi, "Hi! Ladies "I pull a big smile.They all stare at me like they have seen a ghost,and just on que Mbali walks in coming from the pool area, she has a big bowl carrying braaid meet, she looks at the direction everyone is staring at, she puts the bowl of meat on the kitchen counter and jumps from excitement . She gives me a big hug and walks me in, she says "Tsheps you know everyone and everyone knows Tsheps". They greeted back, and Cindy,Mbalis cuzn offers me a glass of wine, I hold it as she pours me some, a few sips later the nerves are calm and the ladies are gradually involving me in they conversations, a few hours and most of Mphos friends are here with they wives and girlfriends, most know me and truly I came to realize that I was just a trophy wife like most. We are still sitting in the kitchen, when Dineo walks in and stands frozen in the same spot, Wow! she is pregnant, Dineo was one of my friends, or so I thought.