Novels by Lebogang Gail Moitlobo

Chapter 17 – Rebuilding Trust Trust is a fragile thing. It takes years to build, seconds to break, and, if you’re lucky, a lifetime to repair. The family had already been through storms—death, abuse, addictions, betrayals—but the invisible thread that bound them still frayed under the weight of secrets and disappointments. Rebuilding trust wasn’t a single act. It was a thousand small choices. Abby: The Mine and the Marriage Abby knew his marriage hung by a thread. The cheating had damaged more than just his wife’s faith—it had made him doubt himself. He woke up one morning before dawn, staring at the cracked ceiling of their small house, listening to the silence between him and his wife. “Lerato,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “I’m trying.” His wife turned, her eyes tired but sharp. “You don’t just say you’re trying, Abby. You show it. And every time you disappear into excuses, every time you come home smelling of dust and lies—I lose a little more faith.” It pierced h

The Laughter That Held Them It wasn’t just the serious talks or the therapy sessions that stitched their broken pieces together—it was the unpredictable chaos of being human. Abby’s Ongoing Crisis Abby, though the “eldest protector,” was secretly falling apart. His job at the mine wore him down—long shifts underground, suffocating dust, and an endless cycle of exhaustion. The cheating scandal with his wife hadn’t disappeared either; trust, once broken, lingered like an open wound. But strangely, the family found ways to laugh with him, not at him. One weekend, after promising to barbecue for everyone, Abby fell asleep mid-prep. Hours later, the kids found him snoring on a plastic chair, braai tongs in hand, with an uncooked sausage still clutched between his fingers. They ran into the house, screaming, “Uncle Abby is serving us raw food!” When he finally woke up, the sight of everyone laughing—his own wife chuckling too—disarmed him. For once, the tension between them melted.

Chapter 16 – Steps Toward Recovery The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden beams across the living room. For the first time in weeks, the house felt alive with cautious hope rather than tension and despair. The convergence of crises had left its mark, but it had also illuminated paths toward change, accountability, and healing. Today marked the beginning of deliberate steps toward recovery for each family member. Abby awoke with a heavy heart, carrying the weight of yesterday’s confrontation with his wife. The shame of his infidelity and the strain on his marriage had forced him into introspection. After breakfast, he sat down with a counselor via video call, agreeing to participate in therapy not only to repair his relationship but to confront the patterns that had led to deception. It was uncomfortable, painful, and at times humiliating, but each session peeled back layers of denial, forcing him to see the man he had become versus the man he wanted t

Chapter 15 – The Converging Crises The house felt different that morning, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Each family member carried private battles—some visible, some hidden—but the pressure had reached a point where avoidance was no longer possible. The past weeks of struggle, denial, and quiet effort converged, creating a day that would test the family’s resilience like never before. Abby arrived home late from the mine, his uniform still dusted with earth and sweat. Yet exhaustion was not the only weight on his shoulders. His affair, carefully hidden, had begun to unravel. Text messages accidentally left on the kitchen table, whispered calls overheard by neighbors, and subtle hints from coworkers all threatened exposure. At home, tension with his wife had reached a boiling point, and small arguments escalated quickly into shouting matches. The children, bewildered and anxious, watched their father’s stormy moods, unsure how to navigate the chaos. Meanwh

Chapter 14 – Tshepo’s Spiral The neon glow of the casino lights reflected off Tshepo’s eyes, wild with desperation. The rhythmic clatter of chips and the ringing of slot machines seemed almost hypnotic, drawing him deeper into the spiral he could no longer resist. Gambling had begun as an escape—a thrill, a temporary diversion from the pressures of life—but it had quickly become a dangerous addiction, consuming both his mind and his finances. At first, it was small stakes: a few rand here, a bet there. But soon, each loss demanded riskier moves to recoup what he had lost. The adrenaline rush, fleeting yet intoxicating, kept him coming back despite the growing shadow of fear and shame. Nights bled into mornings, often unnoticed, as he chased elusive wins while bills and responsibilities mounted at home. The consequences at home were immediate. Rent and utilities were overdue, groceries often came in sparse portions, and arguments with his partner became a daily routine. The child

Chapter 13 – Mathapelo’s Descent and Awakening The house was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant hum of city traffic outside. Mathapelo sat in the dim kitchen, a half-empty wine bottle balanced on the edge of the counter. The children were asleep, the house seemingly calm, yet tension pulsed like a living thing in every corner. Her strict rules had always been her armor—a way to maintain control in a life that felt fragile. But alcohol had become both companion and adversary, blurring lines between discipline and destructiveness. Nights like this, she oscillated between anger and sorrow, judgment and self-pity, discipline and indulgence. Her marriage to Rethabile was a delicate dance of avoidance and confrontation. Arguments flared over minor issues: the children’s education, household chores, or the allocation of resources. Each flare-up left scars that would linger long after the words had been spoken. Yet beneath the tension, a fragile love remaine