TheUnforseenMysteryLove

TheUnforseenMysteryLove - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

In 2012, the Northern Province of South Africa,
Seshego of the municipality of Polokwane, many
infrastructures were introduced and developed
(Roads and bridges; including also Schools,
hospitals and Police Stations) and this is where I had
my first breath, in the area called Masankaneng.
Unlike cities, people here have humanity, they will
wave at you whether they know you or not.
Agriculture is the biggest practice in this area, there
are few people that have paying jobs, having
monthly income, my mom and dad included
amongst the list of people who are having monthly
income. Our lives revolve around churches and to
what Limpopo is known for today, witchcraft. I had
given my life to God. My church, Kgotso Ministries
was the oldest church in my area, with over thirty
years of existence. We booked the church hall for
our wedding because of the space and beauty of it.
At first, my dad suggested we book a venue that is
nicer than the church but my mom insisted we have our wedding at church because it is a Holy place.
Beside it being a Holy place, I like the price they
charged us, it was affordable. We spent less money
than we were to spend if we booked a different
venue.

When I think of Ratanang, I see her face, her
smile and how she used to do her hair. I remember
every piece of her, how her mind worked. Every
time she is quiet, I’d wonder what she’s thinking. Is
she thinking about me? Is she thinking about our
future? Am I part of her thoughts? These were the
questions I’d ask myself everytime she’s silent.

Pastor Isaac Modisele was standing across us. It
was hard to believe this was the day I have been
waiting and dreaming of my whole life. It has
always been my wish to marry the girl of my dreams,
and that girl was Ratanang. With all the eyes fixed
on us, it was difficult for me to stand upright, I was
shy and nervous. All eyes were glued on us. It was a
traumatic experience to be standing in a crowd full
of eyes staring at you. During my primary years, every Friday I stood in the assembly, full of learners.
This was the basic practice of my school that every
Friday we have an assembly and we pray. The only
difference between praying at school and me getting
married, is that; at school there was no eye contact
made during the prayer. Everyone bowed their head
so it was easy for me to pray freely, but with me
getting married, all the attention is on me and my
bride. I could feel the shadow of eyes watching me
without looking. I rolled my eyes to the corner once
and I never did again. My neck was locked, the only
direction I ever looked at was forward and left
(Ratanang and to Pastor Modisele)

"Do you, Katlego Malema take Ratanang
Mokoena to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Pastor
Modisele asking the question, the most nerve
wrecking question ever.

"Yes, I do" I replied wearing smiles on my face.
My face was full of joy and love. Everyone could tell
by the look that I was in love with the woman I was
marrying. I placed a ring on her ring-finger and I pushed it forward. We had a three-seconds staring
contest, looking at each other while pushing in a
ring. Her hand was gentle when I held it. She was
trembling. I suppose she was as nervous as I was.
The moment felt like a breezing wind. My heart was
joyful like Madiba on a note. “She was made for you,
she’s perfectly fit for you” as my sister Mathapelo
would say every time I mention her name in
conversations that never needed her name included.
She had that impact in me that I talked about her
anywhere, everywhere. Rati is truly the one person
in the world I am totally myself with, I don’t feel to
explain my actions. I don’t clarify, I don’t doubt and
I don’t worry. Every moment with her felt like a
thousand stars, shiny and bright. A moment that
was perfect to me. I looked her in the eye as I
positioned the ring on her finger. I smiled because
she’s gorgeous, she was distractingly gorgeous. I
saw the beauty I've never seen on her face before.
Her gorgeous smile was out for the universe to see.
Her light and sensitive skin was glowing, as she
never allowed me to touch her face before I wash my hands. I was proud to be marrying the most
beautiful girl in my village. I loved the way she
carried herself, the way she spoke and how friendly
she was. If you wanted an ambassador for beautiful
girls or face of beauty, that would definitely be her.
“Rati looks like me when I was her age” said my
mother when she compares herself to Ratanang. I
have seen the photos of her when she was a teenager
and she was indeed beautiful and still is, however,
she’s over exaggerating when she says she looks like
her when she was her age. Rati’s beauty would
make a gay-go-straight, an alcoholic into a nonalcoholic, as it has done to me. She had the kind of
looks that makes you want to change your evil ways.
It turned me from a skirt chaser into a loyal man. At
first I never believed in Love until her. I thought
love was something people use to shove time or
something they use for their own personal agendas.
I’ve seen that happening right in my eyes where
men use girls for sex or where girls use men for
money. So I thought love was based only on that but little did I know there’s more to love than what I see
on the streets.