Hayi marn, khanime ndinibalisele!
Like Sarafina, you’ve just come back from the white-people suburbs after getting money from your mother — but unlike Sarafina, your mother lowkey resents you. She doesn’t even try to hide how she feels when you get on a bus, give up your seat for a pregnant woman, and then stumble straight onto someone’s lap as the bus turns a corner.
You apologise to the stranger and try to get up, but he’s a nice guy — tells you it’s fine, you don’t have to move until you both reach your stops. And when you finally do, he asks you to accompany him to his workplace since, well… you did just spend the bus ride sitting on his lap.
Little did you know that tall, lanky, handsome man would be the beginning of your end.
Days go by, and he’s all you can think about. At only 15 years old, you lie to him about your age because deep down you know—if he ever found out, he’d probably end whatever you two have going on. He’s much older, about seven or eight years older to be exact. What you have feels like a little fairytale, the kind that promises a happily ever after… until reality hits.
You find out you’re pregnant, and your mother drags you to his apartment—only for your perfect little bubble to burst into nothing but water.
He takes care of you through your pregnancy, jumps to your every need, and for a moment, you almost believe he’s the man you thought he was. But when you finally give birth to your daughter, he goes behind your back and has the hospital write his wife’s name—Nompumelelo—on your baby’s birth certificate.
You’re just 15, lying in a hospital bed after giving birth, when you lose your mother. Three days later, you lose your daughter too—to your baby daddy and his wife.
Candice’s life is nothing short of a rollercoaster from there on. Grief takes its toll, and she turns to alcohol to numb the pain—but it’s never enough, is it?
With Daniel out of the picture and no daughter to care for, Candice spirals. She drinks, she sleeps around—anything to quiet the ache inside her. Until one day, she wakes up in a hospital, her life hanging by a thread, only to learn she was drugged and raped… all because she refused to sleep with a man without protection.
When we met Daniel in The Harvard Wife, we met a narcissistic, heartless monster who killed Mpumi’s baby without batting an eye. A man who had a daughter he barely knew. A man who abused his wife, caused her countless miscarriages through his cheating and absence, and even pulled a gun on her—driving his own daughter to suicide.
But that’s not the Daniel we meet here.
In this book, we see Daniel Sisulu through Candice’s eyes and, for the first time, through his own point of view.
With a mother who worships her husband and a drunkard for a father, Daniel’s sister, Phindiwe, had to step in and step up to make sure her siblings never went without. One day, Phindiwe holds young Daniel at arm’s length, crouches to meet his eyes, and tells him he’s their family’s ticket to a better life. Imagine that kind of pressure at such a young age—but what could he do?
At fourteen, Phindiwe tells him it’s time to grow up and become a man. But little does he know what that really means for his innocence. She takes him to some old, scarecrow-looking woman and hands him over—on the condition that this woman and her people will help Daniel get into politics when the time comes.
It’s on that fateful day that everything changes for Daniel. He loses his innocence… and later, his conscience—when he kills his own father and watches him take his last breath.
His Baby Maker is a rollercoaster of emotions. From hating them in The Harvard Wife and The Princess and The Piper, I somehow found myself understanding Daniel Sisulu and even extending grace towards Candice as I got to see how she ended up being absent in Oyama’s life.
It was beautiful watching Candice and Oyama’s relationship grow—from what it was in The Princess and The Piper to what it became in His Baby Maker. Sadly, I can’t say the same for Daniel. In true Daniel fashion, he didn’t change one bit. If anything, he managed to piss me off on multiple occasions. But I will give him credit—he tried with Oyama and Amandla, and I’d really love to see him try even harder.
One of my favourite moments in the book was getting glimpses of Sipho/Sphola’s wisdom and how he still manages to tame his tiny Nokwindla after all these years.
Overall, the book was such a lovely read, and i'm only giving it a four because of Daniel. As always, Busi poured her heart and soul into this one, and I can’t wait to see where Oyama and Daniel’s relationship goes. Hopefully, this means Busi will bless us with a spin-off featuring Oyama and Sphola!