*please note, anything written in ITALICS is meant to be a flashback
*Flashback is when a character remembers in detail a scene or conversation that happened in the past in a manner that they are living the scene in their memory.
He had asked me to wear a skirt on the way down! I am not a skirt person and it’s not because I have skinny legs or something, no, I have good legs. Tswana and Pedi people traditionally have thin legs, not all of them of course but most of them. Zulu line often has those thick drum like legs whist white people have perfectly shaped legs. They all have calves that make them look like athletes. I had a combination of all these in one person meaning I had good legs. I was not going to wear a short skirt so early in the morning even though on campus it was the dress code of man. We are not restricted in what we wear because campus, Melville and Auckland Park are general safe and student infested so we wear what we want. I know what he want, easy access! As he was kind of my man, if it was at night I would not have minded but now it was during the morning when everyone was walking past I definitely minded. I chose to wear a long maxi skirt but it was figure hugging and showed my curves in their full curves, skinny girls, don’t try this at home.
“You can’t keep me waiting this long!”
He said angrily when I got to the car.
“But you don’t even know where I came from! I was far and you wanted me to change so had to look for a skirt on laundry day!”
I lied but he caught me out immediately.
“How can it be laundry day when you just arrived from home yesterday?”
He asked me. These old men are smarter than they look.
“I didn’t wash at home because my mum complains about everything. She would have complained about how much soap I used so I didn’t need that kind of drama!”
I lied yet again. No self-respecting girl is a bad liar! Yeah I said it; any girl worth her salt has to lie at some point to get herself in and out of situations. There is nothing like a saint if you want to survive in this fast paced world and I know some people think they are Deputy Jesus but if you are to survive lying and lying well has to be an essential tool in your kit.
“Ok then. I know mothers can be a problem!”
He acknowledged and looked as though he was at least calming down which is what I wanted in any case.
“What brings you here?”
I asked him.
“I have not seen you since you went home and this week am busy. Over the weekend I am also going to be in Cape Town!”
He explained. Was he about to ask me to go to Cape Town with him? I had never been to Cape Town and that would be exciting except I had to go bury Khanyi’s grandmother.
“I can’t go to Cape Town!”
I immediately said before he could ask.
“What do you mean?”
I explained to him what was going on and he listened even though I don’t think he was being attentive as messages were coming in
“I never said you were going to Cape Town so don’t jump to conclusions!”
He said rudely! Ouch! Ouch! I know he had not said so but did he have to be so rude about it though.
“What are you wearing under the skirt?”
He asked me changing the subject. He never even gave me condolence on behalf of Khanyi.
I said coldly and he snapped!
“Are you going to talk to me like that?”
He asked me very calmly. I knew him well enough to know when he was serious. This reminds me of how he even became my “man” in the first place. I have to go back to when we met for this!
“O my God do you know who that man is?”
Khanyi asked me when I handed her his card to read it. His secretary was still in sight even when she demanded to see it.
“No I don’t know who he is? Humor me!”
I asked her and she rolled her us.
“You really take this whole student clichés to new heights! You know only your books yet you say you want to join the big bad world when you graduate!”
She mocked me. Khanyi was always on my case as to how I knew nothing that was happening outside of school. I was not that much of a reader as in newspapers and magazines, I did not watch that much TV either just movies or series pirated on campus. She was therefore right when she said I was clueless!
“Just say who he is!”
I snapped at her because when she did these little speeches of hers she annoyed me.
“He is super wealthy. When we go to Sandton remind me to show you his offices because I actually know where they are!”
She said looking at the card.
“Have you been stalking him?”
I asked her because how was it possible she knew this random strangers workplace!
“No, the building everyone knows it if you just paid attention. When I take you there you will see exactly what I mean!”
She said now toying with the card as though she was thinking.
“I know that look, what’s going to happen next?”
I asked her.
“I should be asking you, what’s your plan when he calls you because he will call?”
She asked me!
“For heaven’s sake Khanyi I just met the guy, I have obviously not thought that far yet! I will just say hi and remain who I am!”
I told her calmly. She slapped me on the back of my head and it was actually sore!
“Ouch! What the hell Khanyi? Why the fuck did you do that?”
I asked her.
“So that you can wake up and stop acting like this is Soshanguve!”
She said. Why did she always bring Soshanguve when she dissed me? I lived close to it not in it! As we were arguing my phone rang, I answered!
“Did you get my numbers?”
It was him! Fuck he was calling already. Talk about being over eager. Most guys believe there is a cooling off period from when they meet a guy to when he calls you! Guess he was not most guys.
“Yes I got them. I have not stored them yet. My screen is cracked so I have to do that when my phone is in the charger. Remember when I was sitting with you I told I could not get hold of my friend because of my phone!”
I told him. I could not remember whether I had told him in those exact words but I was not lying.
“It’s ok I understand. Will call you again tonight as I have an emergency meeting. This time my numbers should be saved ok!”
He said very calmly but also very sternly. He had that thing of authority about him.
I said in more of a mocking but funny tone. He was demanding from me when he had just met me like what the fuck! I was one of those independent girls that did not take bullshit from men or so I thought!
“No don’t call me sir, just use my name! It’s on the card!”
He said. I told him I would in future even though it was a bit awkward for me and he just laughed. He asked me what res I was in and I told him.
“You do know that they don’t allow male visitors in girls’ residences right?”
I told him. Again he laughed and he responded,
“Who said anything about me visiting you?”
This guy oozed confidence. He was rude half the time but why was I not snapping at him. Pretoria girls are known form being sassy and snappy yet here I was talking disrespect from this guy like he was giving me ice-cream. I told him my room number feeling very humbled by how he had said that.
“I have to go! I will call!”
He said before I could even respond. Like I said, my phone was buggered so it was in between loud speaker and normal mode! This meant that Khanyi had heard everything I had said.
“Dude, next time you are going to go buy food and I meet the rich guys!”
She said and we laughed. We still had other friends to gather up and only three hours later did we get to res! Imagine I had color dust all over and needed a bath. I took as long a shower as res can allow and finally I was clean. This nasty dust was in my hair eish I will have to do my hair.
“Palesa Mothiba, you are wanted at reception!”
The intercom went out! I was still coming out of the shower meaning I had to dress up really quickly and run downstairs. When I got there I got the surprise of my life, it was Grace!
I said awkwardly! I looked around assuming her boss was behind her!
“Did you guys forget something?”
I asked her. This was awkward!
“No, you forgot something!”
She said with a big smile on her face!
“No I didn’t!”
I responded. I am pretty sure I lost nothing when I was there! She handed over a plastic bag to me and said,
“He said he will call you! He doesn’t like excuses!”
She said and just like that she said bye and walked away.
“Oh wow you got an IPhone! I have been dying for that phone but my dad keeps being stingy!”
A voice said from behind me. It was Nangula, our Namibian frenemy!
I asked her. I was not sure what she was talking about.
“That’s an iPhone in there; I would know the box in my sleep that’s how badly I want it!”
She said surprised that I did not know what it was. It was a good thing she walked past me because I was going to tell her to stop being so nosey. Now she had spoiled my surprise but what the fuck wait,
“I fucken got an iPhone!”
A voice screamed inside me as I ran upstairs to tell Khanyi! I didn’t realize that at that moment I had just been bought!
He said to me snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I don’t want much from you today!”
He said looking at me his hand on my thighs! Thank heavens I had chosen the long skirt because I have no doubt where his hand would have been right now.
“Oh ok cool!”
I said trying to mask the relief in my voice.
“Just give me a blowjob that’s all to relieve the stress so I can go!”
“You want a blowjob right here? Right now?”
I asked him.
“Yes I do unless you would rather have sex!”
I ignored that.
“But its broad daylight!”
“I know it is which makes it more exciting and besides my car has a presidential tint so no one will see us!”
He said very casually.
“I hope you practiced because last time I told you grazed me with your teeth!”
He complained. I was so embarrassed!
What to do now?
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I’m a 24 year old and I’ve been with a 27 year old guy for 6 years. We met back at tertiary in 2009 and started dating in 2010. We lived in the same residence for 4 years. I wasn’t getting much allowance from home my bf had a bursary that would give him a reasonable allowance and he would cover both our groceries with it. So from there he was supportive on everything now here is the problem. While I was applying for a job in 2013 he bought me a modem so I can apply in the comfort of my place. And after I got employed he was there when I bought my car and was very helpful to try and solve the hiccups I had with the bank and stuff. Now at this new job I had to supply the company with a list of beneficiaries in case anything happens to me (I work in the explosives industry) and I gave my parents contacts. That made my bf very furious and he went on about how he has been there for me and now I don’t put him as my beneficiary .Now every time we argue (which we do 80% of the time) he always reminds me of all the times he’s been there for me and how ungrateful I am and that I got this job because of him but now I think I’m better and what not and frankly I’m tired of it. Oh I forgot to mention he’s a foreign national. The level of jealousy is just beyond measure. I must explain why a man is looking at me in the mall, why do I smile too much when talking to men, why a guy from work is calling( even if its work related) going out for chillas with colleagues is a problem, I must report everywhere I go and when I’m out with friends he’ll keep asking when I’m coming back. I have to clean his place, cook because It’s what women do (mind you I have my place to take care of too), but once I talk marriage he tells me I’m too young to want to rush into that. And he never admits he’s wrong. He wrongs me but he ends up twisting the story and making me look bad and I have to end up apologizing. I live with my little sis and he keeps telling me how I’m scared of her as I never discipline her and she can clean and cook my place as I’m paying most of the bills and then I’ll have no excuse not to clean and cook for him and I don’t think that’s alright. We are both working so I can’t have energy to go to his place everyday to cook for him. And the way he loves doing the dance is scary, everyday we must do it unless I’m on my period. If I don’t I’ll be told I’m sleeping with someone else and I use sex to punish him. I’m so drained guys I think this has just gone on for too long. I can’t say his like this because I’m now independent cause it was like this even back at tertiary. Its either his way( his culture) or I’m told I don’t respect him as a man. I want to leave but I’m so attached to him and I think maybe its unfair because it’ll seem like now because my life is going well I don’t need him. Please advise what I should do next. As I’m writing we are still arguing about something that happened last week Tuesday and I’m so drained. Thank you