Also that summer dad died. It almost tore are family apart. As broken as mom was she understood something we did not. Here is what she said to me in that meeting. “Once you go down that road, you may not come back.” “I raised you as a family.” “Evert let me ask you something, do you love me?” “Do you love your sisters?” “Yes!” “Then what will happen by going down that road.” I started crying at the thought and walked out of the room. I never herd what she said to the girls. It took a couple mounts to find the place we had. Each one of us did it different passes, and we all had a different timing and speed of doing it. Through it was mom that held us into place. That was the only crises us siblings had that put opposition between us. Never again did are unity break.
Mom loved Natalia. After the death of dad she found comfort being around her. Being like a mother to Natalia brought moms joy back to her life. She used to say to Thandiwe all the time, “She has your eyes, but looks like my other daughters did, when they were born.” With the right person, she would show them the old photo album to prove it.
None of us siblings knew how much she knew. But all of us were afraid to ask in fear she knew, or worse, by asking we told her.
My roll with the girls had changed that year. They took the Keys to my car and said, “To be are slave, you lose any independents that we do not give you.” The car was put in the barn. Tell it was given to mom after her car broke down.
Near the end of the summer of 1978 mom and Natalia went to see Aunt Natalie. She asked us if we wanted to come. We said, “No!” We had the house for three week to our self. Before we lost sight of the car, Amada Said, “get out of them clothes.” Upon striping they put a dog leash around my nut sack. Took me into the house and said, “From now on, your job is to serve us that way.” “Get on your hands and knees crawl over here and suck the dirt from are feet.”
The rest of the night I made their drinks, carried the pee bowl from the couch to the bathroom and back. Every time they peed in the bowl my tongue became their toilet paper. Amada was on her period, so I, changed her tampons and kept her clean.
In just a day or so, I became their urinal. When they needed to pee they called me. I had to run to them and get on my knees and tilt my head back. It was easier to drink that way. It opened my throat in the same way you do when chugging a beer. It made drinking their pee easier and faster. If a drop fell out of my mouth, I was beat by all five sisters. Within a week I took everything given me. There was a consequence though. For a while the piss gave me the shits. But when my body got used to it, the shits quit. Amada had a distinct flavor to her pee. I got used to the slit small and taste of their pee, while they were on their periods. It was Thandiwe’s pee that always tastes stronger. To be honest I really like hers the best, (even to this day.) I think they know it to. But to this day there is no favoritism on my side.