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You know there is a certain thrill you get when you do something that you are not supposed to be doing. It always comes you can’t avoid it. There is that thing of not getting caught that makes you feel a mixture of guilt and excitement. That was me at that moment. I should not be going here! Imagine this was an HIV Conference where they were most likely talking about men like Sam who sleep with young women. He was a guest there and here he was bringing his makhwapeni. It’s like those that make the rules for everyone else don’t care as long as they get what they want. I should be ashamed too because in spite of all the warnings given about this, I actually did not care. Someone really should give a medal to the person who invented condoms. In fact a street in heaven or hell must be named after him. Heaven in that he had saved so many lives by preventing HIV and Hell because all the children he had effectively killed by not allowing the sperm to leave that rubber enclosure! Yah neh, no wonder why the Catholic Church is anti condoms, they are genocide on their own! On a serious tip isn’t it ironic that the men who say they are anti blessers because now they are in power were most likely blessers themselves. Julius, Floyd for example… Are you telling me they have never been blessers? Come on now and that includes all those ANC chaps in power who try act like saints on the topic! They are exactly like Sam!
The trip was actually quite pleasant to be honest. I was looking forward to Durban. Durban is the one person that South Africans go to sin no wonder why that place has so many churches. Everyone knows that when you go to Durban and you are not from there, you want to have fun. The irony is, they don’t even have that many clubs and who is fooling who, there is nothing fun about going to the beach except that you are allowed to be semi naked in public! I wonder if I will get money to go shopping. That would be nice. Yeah Gateway might be big but they did not have that many nice clothes but shopping is shopping.
“Which hotel is he saying?”
I asked the driver.
“He is at the Radisson Blu hotel that’s where the ICC is. It’s the prime hotel in Durban for such events meaning that he must be a very powerful person!”
He explained. When people have money and power you find that most people who meet them for the first time are awed by it. I think I had reacted differently to it when he first presented it to me one night at dinner.
“I am not really into fancy restaurants. I know it makes me sound backward but I have a healthy appetite. Most girls who are on diets are so unhappy!”
I told him.
“I know but the best restaurants also serve the best cuts of everything. That justifies the cost of the plate. You just need to upgrade your pallet that’s all!”
He said and he laughed. Firstly I have no idea what a pallet was and secondly a cow is a cow, unless the meat is old and stale, it tastes the same!
“I suppose you are also going to ask me to lose weight then because of my appetite?”
I asked him now curious about these eating habits.
“Funny enough no, I would never ask of that. You are not skinny yes but I can’t call you big. I am older so obviously my tastes are a bit more open. I can’t understand why a man would want a thin girl at my age; clearly it should remind them of their own children!”
He said shaking his head and it was my turn to laugh. He was implying that daughters of men his age are skinny so if he dated one it would be like dating his.
“I have never asked, do you have kids or is it a no go area?”
I asked him. He paused a bit before he said,
“It should be a no go area but I will tell you. I have 3 kids, the last one being a year older than you!”
He said taking a bite out of his asparagus! You better bite that asparagus you shameless man to not see what was wrong with this picture but when you are blinded by money and power who cares!
“Oh that’s nice. I want to have kids some day but not now! For now I want to be young and to study!”
I told him.
He responded. I am sure he had heard this statement a lot of times for all the little girls he had dated. I could not help wonder how many had come before me and even worse, how many we were right now!
“I know I might have asked before and I don’t want you to think I am insecure or anything but am I the only one in your life right now, on the side I mean!”
I asked him cautiously and toying with this disgusting food. I was not enjoying my meal. Some of these sources were not mixed with black people in favour! He laughed and responded,
“You really are! I can’t multi task. I have dated two girls at the same time before and it didn’t end well. I don’t like that game!”
He said. He was being very pleasant and kind. At times older men don’t want you to ask them too many questions because well, you come across as annoying.
I asked him laughing too,
“They became too expensive?”
I asked him in what was actually a rhetorical question but he chose to answer,
“I am the CEO of a major listed company, I take home over 250k a month after tax, trust me, I could afford them. It was that they demanded too much time which I could not give. With you it’s different, you know when to call and that’s perfect!”
I really didn’t care about all else he had said but had this man just said he was taking home two hundred and fifty thousand a month? What the hell was he doing here with me then? I thank God he did not have instagram because I would have been replaced a long time ago.
“Yes he is powerful but he does not like showing it. He is very humble!”
I told the driver in response. It’s actually funny now that I think of it, if a man is a blesser he would never actively show it. He won’t be in your face for the world to see that he is a blesser. He will be more underground than anything. It’s the ones with no money that post pictures of their cars and houses on Instagram to try and sell the image. Real rich people you won’t even know that they are that rich.
“Eish sister, my I please have your email address so I can forward you my CV. I have BTech in Civil Engineering and I can’t get a job. I was about to go stand on a street corner before I got this job as a driver for this conference!”
He asked turning around.
“What must I do with it?”
I asked him but it actually came out wrong. I was trying to say something else but oh well; I had only managed to sound proud and arrogant.
“Please give it to him. Please! Even if he eventually says no the fact is you have tried to help another child of Gods!”
If that last part was meant to be emotional blackmail it had worked. I gave him my email address as though I had any power at all to influence his hiring policies.
“He gave me his room card and he said that he will most likely only come there in the evening so you should wait for him!”
I think it was the way I was dressed that made him not put two and two together that this man was not my father as he had thought.
“I will help you with your bags!”
He said as he parked in parking. I was hungry. I had not eaten and was looking forward to raiding room service. There were so many people here! They all looked busy and the security was tight. I didn’t have to do much talking though as my driver knew his way around. His room was big; I love this hotel Shem even though it was my first time here. You know an expensive place when you walk in and this was expensive. Finally I was here, alone and I fell on his bed. It was already made. I took out my phone. I don’t know how I had done it but my phone was off. The battery was not flat it just switched off. I switched it on as we passed the off ramp to the airport. We were now like 10 km away from Gateway.
“Dude I have been trying to get hold of you? Why has your phone been off?”
She asked me angrily.
“Calm down, I am here now! What’s up?”
I told her, why was she being dramatic.
“Your dad called looking for you! He says to call him back because your mom is on the warpath!”
“Did he say what she wanted?”
I asked her.
“No he didn’t but I suggest you call to calm her down! It’s not worth the fight and you must pick your fights well!”
She advised. It was kind of funny coming from the person who never picked her fights and went full force always.
I said when she picked up!
“So wena you think you can do whatever you want?”
She asked me angrily.
“What have I done now?”
I asked her,
“How is wrong for me to come support my friend who is burying her own family?”
I asked her calmly. I did not want to turn this into a shouting match because with those, with my mother you never win.
“I told you to come back!”
She said angrily,
“I know you did but you didn’t tell me how you expected that to end. I am in the middle of nowhere, in a close knit family; must I now go to her parents and demand that they take me back to Joburg?”
I asked her.
“I don’t care!”
“Mum I am good child, I do everything you want when you want, I never talk back or anything, please don’t do this!”
I pleaded with her. This was me fighting back.
“Yes you do until now! Why now? This is why I don’t believe you are where you say you are?”
“Really mum! I would lie about a funeral, at my age?”
I asked a bit annoyed at her lack of trust.
“Ok then. I want you to take a picture of you and Khanyi. Tie your hair up in the picture! I want the picture in the next hour then I will leave you alone!
With that she hung up! I found myself laughing!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am 22 and my boyfriend is 27.we have been together for two years. Let’s call him J. When we met I was in a relationship with someone else. And I left them to be with J. two months down the line I cheated on J with my ex. Something I regret very much. I ended up confessing and he forgave me. My problem is now he just does not trust me at all. He is so controlling, he wants to read my text and goes through all my social feeds, messages, pictures and everything. I have tried talking to him about it and things changed for a while. When we started he had a friend that was so crazy about him and now he is cheating on me with her. He does not know that I know. I am allowed to go in his phone so I found their flirty conversations. He now takes his clothes to this girl to wash for him, cook for him and spend a lot of time together. I usually do his laundry and I am not complaining but last weekend I went to his house and found his laundry done. I know my boyfriend he is so lazy. Someone must have washed and ironed for him. I confronted him and he did not deny who did. He told me she offered and he knew I had a lot on my plate. I did not even know he went to see her. Yet I cannot even go out with my girlfriends without explaining myself and giving a fixed time when I will be back. I feel disrespected. The thing is Mike I feel like I deserve to be cheated on since I also cheated. I really love this guy and I am so hurt I don’t know how to confront him coz he might just walk away.
Another issue is that we have been fighting like crazy. we can decide to go out and by the cinema counter we be fighting about what movie to watch, eventually we will end up driving back home and fighting, we do not get along anymore. We fight about almost everything and he cannot compromise. He is too proud and very stubborn I can’t handle it anymore. He is also too short tempered, shouts
At me like a little child and sometimes insults me. Am I fighting a lost battle? Has he fallen out of love with me? Or is this his way of pushing me away just so I be the one who walked away. Sorry for the long read.