The Tomboy bride 4/4

By Drum Digital
21 October 2013

FROM her greying curls to her size seven feet, Auntie Sarah was a replica of Mama. She wasn't nearly as domineering but it was clear from the start she'd been sent on

FROM her greying curls to her size seven feet, Auntie Sarah was a replica of Mama.

She wasn't nearly as domineering but it was clear from the start she'd been sent on

a mission by her only sister.

??I heard about the argument with your mother,'' she began.

How predictable, Nomsa thought. She braced herself for a lecture. ??And knowing

that sister of mine I thought you could do with some cheering up.''

Nomsa wasn't expecting this and half suspected her aunt was trying to soften

her up tactic before launching into the inevitable tongue-lashing.

??You look surprised,'' Auntie Sarah noted wryly.

Nomsa couldn't help asking, ??You mean you're not going to talk me into lace and

frills?''

??It's your wedding,'' Auntie Sarah smiled indulgently. ??Your mother should accept

that.''

Relieved, Nomsa relaxed. Proposals to win Mama over would carry far more

weight with her aunt's support. Mama would be made to see sense.

??We all know how difficult your mother can be. I do, and so does your father,''

Auntie Sarah chuckled. ??But that's no excuse. True, back in the days when your

father's people paid her lobola, only the rich could afford a white wedding and

neither of our families was that, yet. But she worked your father into wedding

income status soon enough.

??And what about giving birth to you?

She had the family fooled with all that nonsense about more newborn babies

dying at communal clinics. But not me! The ?understaffed, ill-equipped' local clinic was good enough when our mother had us.

??I saw right through her. Even then your mother was showy. As if you would look at

your birth certificate years later and hold it against her that your birthplace was not

some classy maternity ward.

??Then she plonked you into that very expensive crèche. And after that, the move

to the suburbs. She wanted us to believe this was because you were the only child

in your playgroup from the townships,'' Auntie Sarah scoffed. “As if pre-schoolers

would care.

??She should be thankful that after all that ridiculous private schooling and overseas

university learning, you're not spoilt. She's lucky you're not demanding the most

expensive gown in town. Not that she couldn't afford it. Oh, how she scrimped and saved every time she wanted to show everybody up.''

Auntie Sarah cast a sympathetic glance at her niece. ??But imposing her wishes on

you for your wedding, wanting to live her dream through her child ? that's unfair.

She'll just have to get over it.''

Auntie Sarah waved a hand at the food in front of them. Nomsa ate, but suddenly

she wasn't at all hungry.

MAMA answered the phone on the first ring when Nomsa called later that day.

??Mama,'' Nomsa drew a deep breath, ??if you're free tomorrow I was hoping we

could go shopping for a wedding dress.''

She had decided earlier at her aunt's place that no sacrifice was too great for the

woman who had given her everything.

In her sitting room in another suburb a radiant mother of the bride-to-be gave

her sister Sarah a thumbs-up for a plan

perfectly executed.

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