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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Halftitle
  3. By the same author
  4. Title
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. Part I Cleave
  8. December 1979
  9. Spokes
  10. Saskia
  11. The Beige Bakkie
  12. Rutherford & Joseth
  13. The Villagers
  14. Spokes
  15. Kuki
  16. Spokes
  17. Saskia
  18. Joseth
  19. Spokes
  20. January 1980
  21. Tom
  22. Vida
  23. Tom
  24. Spokes
  25. Saskia
  26. Spokes
  27. Spokes
  28. February 1980
  29. Spokes
  30. Saskia
  31. Saskia
  32. Spokes
  33. Saskia
  34. Spokes
  35. Part II Cleave
  36. March 1980
  37. The Lovely Loveness
  38. Dikeledi
  39. Lukha
  40. Spokes
  41. Sitshengisiwe
  42. Philemon
  43. Rutherford & Spokes
  44. Spokes
  45. Spokes
  46. April 1980
  47. Spokes
  48. Silas
  49. Dr Gustav Mabuse
  50. Spokes
  51. Kuki
  52. The Red Aster
  53. Spokes
  54. Epilogue
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Rate this book

Philemon was not amused. He had decided then that since Silas Mthimkhulu was evidently a man of great means, he would take great advantage of his hospitality. And so he had liberally helped himself to the food and alcohol on offer. It was while he was on his fourth Castle Lager that he heard his wife tell the lady of the house her riches-to-rags story. She told of how she, Sitshengisiwe, had been born into wealth, and how he, Philemon, had pulled her down and halted her progress and advancement in the world. She did not say this in as many words, but he heard it in the gist of what she was saying. And then she told Philemon’s deepest and most closely held secret – she told Bodecia that the house and almost everything in it had been given to them by the Rutherfords. Since Philemon had long kept this a secret from his neighbours, Sitshengisiwe talking about it so casually had felt like more than merely a betrayal; it had felt like a dagger in the back – plunged in when least expected.

Philemon knew that he had let his wife down, that he had promised things at the beginning of their courtship that he had left unfulfilled during their marriage. But it was not as if he had not provided her with a good life. Yes, they might have received most of what they owned from the Rutherfords, but they had received it because of his hard work. They lived in one of the better townships and owned some of the finer things – things meant for the European consumer – thanks to him. How could she not see that? How could she be so ungrateful as not to see that?

The way Sitshengisiwe carried on, it was as if she had not disappointed him in turn. Long gone was the wild, pretty young thing who had laughed at all his jokes. In her place was a sober Christian woman who wore a Baptist doek to bed and made Jesus Christ too much of her Lord and personal Saviour. Philemon did not go about complaining to other men that he could not remember the last time she had allowed him to lie with her in the biblical sense, because he respected their marriage too much to air their dirty laundry in public.