by Cece Smith
She is known for speaking her mind on social media platforms without censorship.
The mother of two recently poured her heart out on Twitter about an accident that changed her life while she was eight months pregnant with her second child.
She describes the accident and hoe the day was the build-up to separating with the father of her children.
“So there I was, 8 months pregnant, my face falling off. Chibuku racing down my face from my dreadlocks. We had hit a drunken pedestrian holding a pack of Chibukus. I had no idea if my son was still alive. I felt he was fine. I was comforting baby daddy, calling my band and 1011,” she wrote.
“Hours later I finally get to the hospital. I have glass in my eyes. We drove an old beetle that time. Those didn’t have shutter proof glass. I had accepted I would go blind. That I had also lost my beauty. That I’d have to find a new job because my industry is fickle as f*%&#.” Simphiwe goe son to say,
“There’s a white butch nurse who’s assigned to me at Parkhurst. She was horrible. I ask her to help me with my eyes. She flippantly opens one eye and tells me I’m fine. I only understood years later why she was so flippant. She thought I was drunk because of the Chibuku.”
“So they won’t treat me at Parkhurst because I’m pregnant. I’m now waiting for Gardens clinic to come pick me up. My eyes are burning. I’m holding my face because now I have a flap.”
Four hours later, an an ambulance comes to collect her.
“I’m now at Garden Clinic, but they must call the eye doctor to fix my eyes. They check if my son is okay and he is. Eye doctor comes 4 hours later. That time I’ve accepted I’m blind. I can hear the clink of the glass in the Petridis. I’m calm as stone. I have bandages on my eyes. No one knows if my eyesight is saved. A Gallo representative comes to check on me. Tsonga guy who didn’t even like me because like I think too highly of myself. But he came,” she says.
Her baby daddy then came to visit her in hospital the next day with her eldest daughter, Zazi.
“She literally runs at me with big hugs. Complete ignores the face rearrangement. Baby daddy on the other hand came to complain about his pain. Apparently the light hurt his eyes and pinkie was strained,” says Simphiwe.
“There and then I realized the accident was so I would see. Came home. Bought a house (I was renting). Gave him notice the day I was leaving. But paid for the place one more month. I proceeded to rent a place for him and I would bring his kids to him. Found a place that was similar to what we had together so the kids don’t feel out of place. Those days there was no uber. I used Rose taxis to deliver his kids to him once a month. It cost me R1000 return, because I found the place in Pretoria. I live in Jozi. After a him not being available for his kids a few times. I decided to no longer pay his rent or his art stuff. And he came to my house, told me that if he can’t have me then he doesn’t want to see our kids. That was it.”
So there I was. 8 months pregnant, my face falling off. Chibuku racing down my face from my dreadlocks. We had hit a drunken pedestrian holding a pack of Chibukus. I had no idea if my son was still alive. I felt he was fine. I was comforting baby daddy, calling my band and 1011 https://t.co/syuAX7fHUb
— #BamakoIsHere (@simphiwedana) May 29, 2020
Hours later I finally get to the hospital. I have glass in my eyes. We drove an old beetle that time. Those didn’t have shutter proof glass. I had accepted I would go blind. That I had also lost my beauty. That id have to find a new job because my industry is fickle as f
— #BamakoIsHere (@simphiwedana) May 29, 2020
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