The jolly month of June 1/4

By Drum Digital
22 October 2013

NOT too long now, thought Tshegofatso. Not too long to wait at all. June is just days away now. And then my life will start all over again! Tshegofatso stood in the beautiful garden beside the rose bushes.

NOT too long now, thought Tshegofatso. Not too long to wait at all. June is just days away now. And then my life will start all over again!

Tshegofatso stood in the beautiful garden beside the rose bushes.

Her husband, Jonas, had planted the roses especially for her. Red roses mostly.

She looked up at the magnificent house. Well, it was actually more of a mansion than a house. Double storey, 10 bedrooms, each with its own en suite bathroom. There was a long spiral stairway leading up from the oak front door ? a stairway that looked like it belonged to a house in a Hollywood movie.

Parked in the driveway in front of the mansion were three vehicles: a Lexus and two Jeep Cherokees, one in bronze for

Jonas and one in bright yellow for her. To one side was a dark blue Audi. But that was Dr Badlangana's car. The doctor had come to check on Jonas again. The third time this week.

??Not long now,'' Tshegofatso said out loud. ??When June comes, all this will be mine! All mine! Not bad for a young girl

from Extension 14!''

Mr Jonas Mompe had rescued her from Extension 14 and the poverty-stricken life she had lived there with her strict aunt and her five cousins. He'd married her, even though he was 30 years older than she was.

He brought her to live here in his mansion in the most upmarket suburb of Joburg.

Of course, being married to a 55-year-old was pretty dull. Boring in fact. He worked long hours at his three businesses.

He wasn't interested in travelling or going to parties or rock concerts. He never wanted to do anything exciting. Thank goodness for Anneline Merrow-Smith who lived next door! If it wasn't for Anneline, Tshegofatso would hardly have any fun at all. Still, Tshegofatso thought, I'll be sad when Jonas dies. Yes, I'll cry a lot at his funeral. I'll buy a smart black dress and a fancy black hat with a veil to cover my face. I'll make sure everyone sees I'm a grieving widow. Especially Dr Badlangana.

Yes, I'll be sad to lose my dear husband.

But not too sad! After all, once Jonas was gone ? which should happen any day now that June was very close ? and once he was the late Jonas, everything would belong to her. The cars, the house, the businesses, the bank accounts. Tshegofatso had already seen her husband's will. It was all there in black and white. All his worldly goods and

assets would be passed on to her ? she was his sole heir.

And anyway, Jonas was pretty old now.

He'd had a good long life. ??Oh the jolly month of June . . .'' Tshegofatso sang. She bent over to smell the roses. They were her favourite flowers.

??Hey, Tshegs! How's it hanging, chick?''

Tshegofatso looked up, still smiling. There was her friend from next door, Anneline Merrow-Smith, peering through the fence.

To be continued...

Story by Precious Seboni

Illustration: Caine Swanson

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