Dismay in May(Chapter1)

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May 15, the day my world plummeted to an end. The day my heart got shattered into a million pieces; pieces I’m still picking up today. What a difference that day has made. I’m still struggling to come to terms with it all. I’m over all the hurt and pain, but I haven’t walked through the healing process, just kind of ignored it and carried on with my life. But now the 15th is coming up, and I’m suddenly reminded of the events that unfolded that day. Little did I know that by 20h00 my life would take a turn for the worst.

04:00am

The alarm suddenly rang, and I jolted up. I sat on the side of my bed, with my elbows on my knees, and my head in my hands. ‘I’m still tired’, the voice inside my head said. After a brief moment, I gingerly got up and switched the light on. I was temporarily blinded as it suddenly went from dark to light. It was 4 in the morning, and I was on cloud 9. Of course that led me to thank Almighty God for the change that’s been happening in my life. God is good, and I just keep wanting more of Him.

05:00am
My day started good. I was all pumped up and ready for my morning jog. In the summer it would be a little bit light by now, but it’s May, and the sun rises later. Mrs. Winter was well on her way. Running with very little vision would be tricky. But when days are dark- Your Word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path. So out I went on my merry way looking forward to a good workout.

06:15am
I looked at my watch, and I’m five minutes ahead of schedule. But I decided to leave for work anyway.

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07:30am
‘Okay, I’m done here. Off to my store.’ On the way to my store, I realized it’s the 15th- Sydney’s birthday. I would call him later, I decided.

As the day went on, I felt a magnificent peace in my heart, which was met with a sudden burst of elation. I was excited for life!

At 09h23 I decided to call Sydney.
‘Yo man’, answered Sydney.
‘Hey dude. What’s up man? If memory serves me correct, it’s your birthday today.’
‘Yes it is.’
‘Well happy birthday man. All of the best for the year to come’… The conversation ended with me having agreed to meet him at the Dros to celebrate his coming of age. ‘I’ll just have to edit the piece later tonight’, I told myself.

The day fizzed by like a motorcycle during rush hour traffic. Now you see me, now you don’t.
At 16h45, I noticed a missed call on my phone. It was Adelaide.
‘Hello’, she answered, a touch of glee in her voice.
‘Hey, what’s up girl?’ came my reply.
‘What you doing tonight?’ she asked.
‘Well, I’m joining Sydney for drinks at Dros.’
‘About that; we decided to have a surprise party for him instead. So be at my house at 19:00, okay?’
The rest- as they say- is history.

19:00pm
I’m at Adelaide’s. Sydney just arrived, and we were not ready for him.
‘Go stall him, Reini’, begged Adelaide. And I’m thinking: ‘He’s going to sniff this out in a heartbeat.’
‘Hey dude. What you doing here?’ asked Sydney, suspicion written all over his face.
‘Adelaide said we must all meet here’, came my lame reply.
Remarkably, they had managed to finish, and when I walked in, they wasted the good (((((SURPRISE)))))) on me. But that’s beside the point.

It was 19h57 when the call came. It was Flex. Completely oblivious to what will transpire, I answered the phone in my best dj voice.
‘Yo yo.’
‘ Hey buddy. Quick question.’ For some reason I thought he was doing a crossword puzzle. Then the words hit me like a train traveling 350mph.
‘Mistress is pregnant.’ It suddenly felt as though I was traveling through space at the speed of light, and a split second later I was brought back to reality with a jolt.
‘What?’ was all I could muster.
‘Mistress is pregnant’, he said. The words resonated in my ears.
‘Where did you hear that?’ I demanded.
Everybody is talking about it. I thought I’d call you. If anyone will know, it would be you.’ Who’s everyone? I thought. After a long and arduous debate, I hung up on Flex promising to call him back.
I dialed Mistress’ number, and took a deep breath.
‘Hello?’ said the voice from the other side.
‘Mistress?’ I said with concern dripping off my words. ‘What’s going on?’

“What do you mean?” she said.
‘Why am I hearing rumors that you’re pregnant?’
‘It’s not a rumor.’
I felt myself flying through space and back again.
‘What!?! What happened?’
‘What do you mean, what happened?’ She showed no remorse.
‘Well obviously you’ve been fucking some guy, haven’t you!’

No reply. I quickly realized I was fighting a losing battle.
‘You know what?’ I said, ‘good luck with your life!’ I hung up. That was it. Mistress and I would never be together.

After that, I politely and rather abruptly excused myself from the party. I was angry. I was shocked. I was heartbroken. I was appalled. I was so many things at once. That just confused me. Now I was confused, and all of the above. Annoyed with myself, I decided I’d be angry. I stopped at the petrol station and called her again.

“Hello” said an annoyed voice.

“Mistress look, I don’t want to fight, but why did I have to find out like this?”

“They had no right to talk about me!” retorted Mistress. That wasn’t my question, bitch. Anyway, what was spoken after that doesn’t really matter. Point is, she’s pregnant, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So many thoughts rushed through my mind. Like Sandton City on a Saturday afternoon. The rush left me as again I was snapped back to reality.

How am I gonna tell this to my parents? You know what- to hell with it. It’s not my child, why should I be afraid?

I walked through the door, straight passed my parents and said: “Mistress is pregnant.”

“What did you say?” asked Mother.

“It’s not my child” I reassured her.

After a full minute of touchy-touchy, huggy-huggy I asked her to leave my room.

21:14pm

It’s been more than an hour since I heard the news. I’ve had time to assess the situation, and I’ve decided not to get angry over something I can’t change. How could I not have known? I asked myself. I knew something was up when she wouldn’t answer her phone for days on end; especially weekends. I just had a feeling that I’d catch her with another guy. It wasn’t necessarily a feeling I was particularly fond of, so I just ignored it. “Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” After I said that, I knew I would forgive her too.

21:30pm

Lemme phone Flex and let him know what’s up.

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“Are you okay though?” asked Flex

“Yeah I’m fine. Decided not to get angry over something I can’t change. But anyway dude, lemme go. I have a lot to think about.”

“I’m sorry to have been the bearer of bad news,” Flex said.

“Ag man. What can you do?” I said lazily.

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21:30pm

I was sitting on my bed when suddenly a bolt of wrath flashed through my every fiber. I was angry again. This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Not now. This has been my best season with Christ, and now this? Just as I was getting closer to God.

I started asking Him questions.

“Why Lord?”

“Why me?”

“Why now?”

I soon came to my senses and said to God- Lord, if this is Your will, then so be it. You are seated on the throne. Whatever happens, I will still worship You.

I closed my eyes and thought- I will edit my piece tomorrow.