“It’s not what it looks like!” I frantically try to explain to my mother after she stumbled into my room and found me in bed with my lover, Thebe. She stood there looking at me with so much disgust in her eyes. I knew she was disappointed in me, especially because I tried by all means to keep my private life PRIVTATE. Before I could even have the courage to dress up, she made her dramatic exit, slamming the door so hard my intestines rearranged themselves.
My mother had always suspected that I was gay; I guess I was waiting for the right time to tell her, but unfortunate circumstances led to her finding out herself. I was so embarrassed. I remember Thebe jumping out of the bed as soon as she left and looking for what belonged to him before he too made his dramatic exit. That was the second time I heard the door bang in just under a minute.
I stood there feeling helpless, trying my utmost best to connect the dots but a lot of things were happening in my head. I had to figure out what I was going to do about the situation. I’ve always been the kind of guy to duck and dive whenever I sensed drama coming my way. I really hate drama. It just makes everyone uncomfortable plus it gives me diarrhea.
After twenty minutes of standing and processing everything as it happened, my phone rang. It was my mother. I remember feeling a sense of relief coupled with the fear of not knowing what was going to happen next. I didn’t even have time to say “hello” and find out how she was doing, I went straight into it. Unfortunately for me, she wasn’t in the mood to listen. All she had to tell me was that she wanted me out of her house immediately and then she hung up.
My mother and I had a great relationship, I couldn’t fathom the fact that it had to be destroyed in that manner by a moment of passion. I did however respect her wishes. I didn’t leave immediately, I had to think about where I was going, and getting there was the least of my worries. I waited for her to return… she didn’t. She probably knew I was still there waiting for her. I was so eager to leave, I felt all sorts of things. A part of me was relieved that the truth was finally revealed, but I also felt like I should have been given a chance to explain myself.
The following morning around 11am, my mother had still not returned home. It was at that exact point that I decided to pack everything that belonged to me and move… well not everything but what I could take. I really had a hard time figuring out what to do with myself in terms of accommodation. I wasn’t even sure I still wanted to stay in Cape Town. Anyway, after minutes of contemplating, I took what’s mine and left. When I heard the door bang for the third time, I knew that there was no turning back....
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