So he had gone to New York and for five glorious years, he had been happy and free. Then silly Tumi had gotten himself in an accident and again Tebogo was called upon to sort out his mess.
Tebogo took a sip of his beer and tried hard to focus on the game. He felt bad that his brother was in the hospital fighting for his life and if that had been the only reason his mother had asked him to return then Tebogo would have remained happy. But that wasn't the only reason; in fact Tebogo doubted his return had anything to do with Tumi being in the hospital although that was the trigger of the chain reaction.
Rose Motsepe was a very beautiful woman who prided herself on not looking her age. She was fifty eight years old but looked forty. Her life revolved around charity work and social events. Since both her children were over twenty one years she had a lot of time on her hands to do whatever she wanted and she did. Life was good for Rose until Tumi had an accident and she was reminded that nothing lasted forever.
What one thing had to do with another, Tebogo didn't know. What he did know was that he had received a phone call from his mother telling him to come back to South Africa and make that awful girl return her grandchild.
Tebogo increased the television volume again hoping the noise would force him to concentrate on the game instead of his family problems.
He hadn't believed that his mother was serious when she had said that. How could she when she had done everything in her power to make sure that Sindi left Tumi and disappeared from the face of the earth. How could she call Sindi's child her grandchild when she had denied his paternity the minute he was conceived? Tebogo thought the woman had lost her mind.
In all the five years that he had been in New York, he had came back home four times. The third time he had came home was to talk some sense to Tumi who had married the girl straight out of the gutter. That was when he had met Sindi; she had been eighteen, sweet, shy and docile.
Tebogo had almost cried when he realized that she was not the type of a woman who could make Tumi take responsibility for his actions. Sindi was not a woman to make any man do anything except kill himself. She was dull, unimaginative and humorless. Tebogo had hated her more than he hated his brother.