I will start off by saying, I hated being the eldest and I hated being a girl. I am sure you could conclude that from my first post.
My dad use to work for Telkom, so every so often he would pitch up at home during the day unannounced. I know, why should he tell me that he is popping in? What you do not know is that my dad did it to secretly do his detective work. No, he was not a secret agent, although he might have been quite good at it, my mom and I was his main objective. He had this assumption that my mom has men over when we are in school and I have boys over when they are at work……. jealous? Overprotective? More like insecure and lack of trust.
One afternoon I got home, called a friend and you will never believe this, but he was listening in on my call the entire time I was on the telephone. I, however did not know until he got home that evening. He asked me very sarcastically, “so do you love him?” All I thought at that time was, “is this man for real?” Being an almost teenager at the time, I just remained silent and “cleaned my teeth” at his question. It was some time close to my 13th Birthday and I wanted a big party, hence me making the phone call to my friend.
A few days before the “Big Bash”, my cousins, the friend I called, a mutual friend of ours and I were standing outside my grandfather’s house in Tulp Street, Bellville South. Telkom offices were situated in Osborn Street, so, once again, no warning and he had a way of sneaking up on you, he comes walking calmly down the road and we did not want to make it seem like we were doing something wrong, so we continued talking. Not to my surprise, my dad joins the “circle” and he asks,” is this him?”I look at him as he points to the mutual friend and not the friend I was on the wiretapped telephone call with that day. He looks at the other friend, walks closer and head-butts him. In total embarrassment, I stand there speechless; besides, I would have probably gotten a back hand if I had said something. So, I walk away, back into my grandfather’s house, like a dog, with my tail between my legs as it was as clear as daylight that my day would be in total ruins if I decide to have them over for my birthday party.
The “BIG” day arrives, forgotten about all that had happened just a few days before, as the party was held at my grandfather’s house, I am completely elated with excitement to see all my cousins. We were practically inseparable, always together every other weekend and enjoyed each other’s conversation. We were so close, when the old people started getting too intoxicated and boring, we would slip away into the bathroom at our house and sit and talk there the entire night. How all of us managed to fit in there, I have no idea?
Everyone is there and I have all the people present that are important to me. My dad pitches up with a bunch of “yellow” roses. On the very few occasions he brought my mom or I a bunch of flowers, it would always be “yellow” roses. I scraped some guts together and asked him, “Why yellow roses?” He laughed, in his unique snicker and replied, “Yellow roses means jealousy.” Why did I even bother asking? He always has some witty comeback. So, before starting something, I said “thank you” and walked away. Then my gift arrives, I’m curious to know what it is. I tear the wrapping and could not believe it, I love music so he got me an Aiwa Hi-Fi.
I was happy, shocked but over the moon as I did not expect it, which made it an even better surprise. It is a day that I will forever cherish specifically because he cared enough about what I love and that was……… “music to my ears.”