This is my story, it all began when my mother dated a married man.
As I narrate my story, let me tell you a little bit about my dear mother. My mother was born in Nkandla, a farm situated in Kwazulu Natal. She was the third child of a polygamist marriage. My grandmother was the second wife. She was brought to give my grandfather children because the first wife did not bear children. My grandmother had four children. My grandmother eventually left the marriage. She left her children behind, taking with her the last born. My mother needed motherly love, so she decided to follow her mother. Allegedly, she was rejected. She then began living without any parental guidance. She gave birth to a son, my older brother. Then, my older sister was born and after her, I came from a married man that my mother dated.
The situation escalated, Drama unfolded when my mother told my father that she was expecting a child. He then conveyed the news to his siblings about the unborn baby. My aunt chose to reject me because she was aware that my father was already married. My mother returned to her hometown, seeking support as a pregnant woman. However, this only provided them with more justification to claim I wasn’t theirs. My father acknowledged me as his child and never denied it. Afterward, my mother went back to where her own mother lived before giving birth. She brought me into the world. Both of my parents were overjoyed. I bore a strong resemblance to my father.
My father’s wife was understandably upset—who wouldn’t be? Discovering that your husband had an affair and fathered a child outside of their marriage isn’t easy, especially since they already had children together. From what I’ve heard, she despised me. She ensured that I was never allowed in her home. I didn’t meet my siblings until they were older. We were aware of each other’s existence but had never been formally introduced. I was told that when I was about a year. one unlucky day when my parent were together in their apartment men came in and murder my father, they stabbed him several times, ripped his stomach open and left, I was there when that happened but was too small to even have a memory of that day. My mother ran out to ask for help unfortunately my father died on the spot.
