“Allowing your friends to be part of your relationship is a strong sign of a weak relationship that is bound to fail.” Mike Maphoto
I had a long week! You know when you are still growing up a weekend is not the same as a holiday. A weekend is just a convenient break but you can’t really add much to it but you have no choice but to look forward to it. When you work it’s probably still the same but there something about a long weekend that makes professional people go mad. We over spend and often we over party. It’s almost like that extra day makes up for all those long hours you have been working and all the nasty shit you take from your bosses every day. Taking leave does not really cut it either because often you are alone when you take it and all your friends are still working. Today the long weekend I had was like leave, there was nothing to celebrate in all honesty so was just going to get comfy and worry about Monday. I wanted to go see Cindy and I had tried calling her a few times already and her phone was off. She said she was in hospital still and I did not know which one so I was stuck there. Then there was Azwindini! Why had I agreed to take him in mara? Was it because of the guilt I felt for how things had played out for Rudzani? Maybe it was my fault hey and I should just book him into a hotel.
I switched the TV and I went straight to Channel O. That song by Shekhinah was playing,
“Let’s take it back to the beach, where we were young and carefree…”
It just put me at ease. I wanted to just relax and put my feet up. I don’t know, lately I had become a very easy person to be comfortable around strangers. I should be tense and edgy considering I was not fully comfortable with this arrangement but somehow I was not scared.
“Ok I feel like cooking so I am going to make us something mean!”
He said with a huge smile on his face.
“So you saying you can cook Mr.?”
I asked him.
“You are asking if I can cook. Lady, before I ended up on rigs I wanted to be a chef! I just could not afford the fancy chef schools and I got a scholarship in engineering!”
“And besides, my father was already against the idea of a cooking man in the house that dream was cut down quickly!”
He explained. You know as women we all think we can cook, we do! Usually it’s the way our mothers taught us and yes they have so much experience at it but let’s be fair, it’s not what you would call fine cuisine. I swear there is something about watching a man chopping onions like they do on Masterchef! Accurate, perfect shape and even when he said,
“Wow I am very impressed by your fridge because most women who stay along have the worst stocked fridges, they live on gym and the lie of dieting!”
He said as he went into the mushrooms. My sister is the one who had bought things for me. Every time she came she would shop for me like I did not know what to buy for myself. I won’t lie I did not even know I had carrots.
“You cook on the Rig?”
I asked him. He laughed at me and said sometimes he did but because of no resources it was nothing fancy.
“You know I never thought we could have things like rigs in SA, it’s not something they talk about often!”
I told him and he laughed.
“I know there are a lot of things in this country that people don’t know hence can’t appreciate!”
He told me.
“Please pour me half a glass of your wine; it’s a dry red right?”
He asked me. Yes indeed it was. Was he scared I was going to finish the bottle or something because I had another bottle which possibly he had not seen.
I told him as I did that. He was drinking too, Castle Lite to be exact. I felt like calling Rudzani but realized I could not because she had no phone. I wanted to ask her where she found this man. I could sense by how he moved around the kitchen he was suave, witty and possibly a player. Now I get the whole thing with flowers, eish I had been quick to judge, a Venda man with flowers, in an apron was sexy as fuck if I could say so myself. No reason why he could not be romantic too.
“So how do you know Rudzani?”
I asked him.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean how do did you two meet and end up dating!”
I asked him.
“It’s kind of a funny story actually but in short, we met at her cousin’s baby shower!”
He explained and I immediately exclaimed,
“Baby shower! Isn’t that for women only?”
I asked him surprised.
“It is indeed and that’s where we met! I was dropping off my cousin and she needed a ride to town to go pick up the baby shower cake so I took her!”
He explained. I could not get what had made it a funny story but it was solid enough for me.
“Then how come you don’t call her dude, that girl lives for you!”
I asked him. I know he had explained earlier but I just felt he was not doing enough for her.
“I know but we don’t always get along. She is emotional and is forever crying on the phone. If you do something nice for her she will probably burst into tears. When you all alone out there the last thing you want to hear is people crying!”
He explained. I got his point but I still thought he was full of shit. That’s not the way to treat someone who loves you.
“What are you making?”
I asked him.
“It’s a mutton based recipe I have been thinking of so we are both going to experience this at the same time. If its bad please don’t laugh!”
He said already laughing. Something was happening here, why is it with men that I was supposed to stay away from I found them funny and different, an example being Sfiso and now this random guy. When I looked at Simba and indeed my neighbour, I found them serious and too focused to have fun with?
“So tell me about working with Rudzani?”
He asked me.
“Is she as intense as she is when I am with her?’
He asked me.
“I don’t get what you mean by intense?”
I asked him.
“No, it’s like she runs a relationship likes it’s a profession. She has some kind of manual on what to do when why and how. If I didn’t know better I would say she reads Cosmo or one of those magazines that jeep telling women what to do in relationships because there is not a bone of spontaneity in her!”
He explained and I actually found myself laughing. He had described her so well.
“Yes that’s Rudzani for you but she is pretty chilled and safe! You know for sure that she has never cheated as she is a focused someone!”
I told him.
“All girls say that about their friends when you know they are busy gallivanting together!”
He said his tone taking a bit of a serious tone. Funny enough he was right. We do not tell on each other until we fight of course or until we fall in love with one of his friends and tell him in what is meant to be a secret then shit happens. The loyalty is broken so fast.
“Just like all guys do and should but what can I say, not Rudzani and that’s the truth!”
We talked a bit more about work but I could not bring myself into telling him the truth as to why she ended up there. Meanwhile the food was cooking and was starting to smell nice. The aromas had filled the room.
“Do you want to taste?”
He asked me when he was checking on his seasoning. I had seen this man pour wine into the food so hell yeah I wanted to taste. Siba beware!
“Don’t worry it’s not too hot, it has been simmering for while now!”
He said as he dished a piece of meat on to a small side plate. He did not do the whole TV thing were you get to taste from the spoon you are cooking with. I tasted it and I must say it was pretty good. Like I said earlier, my tastes are quite basic as I grew up cooking the same way my mother taught. I was not that much of a fan of the kitchen.
“I am hungry now, time to eat!”
I declared and he laughed.
“Five more minutes!”
He said and those five minutes felt like an eternity. The whole meal was prepared well, I am not a fan of mashed potatoes at all but today I ate them like I could not leave without them. When we were done he cleared the table, more like coffee table as we ate in front of the TV and start doing the dishes.
“Don’t worry about that come on, I will do them in the morning!”
I said and he refused,
“You never leave dishes in the sink! My mother’s teachings and still remember the belt on me when I didn’t comply!”
He explained. I stood up from my sit and went to help him. This dude had just embarrassed me because I preferred washing dishes in the morning. When I ate supper I preferred to relax and let the food sink in as opposed to hard labour! At this stage now my bottle of wine was almost finished, goodness it moves so fast. I was very tipsy and I needed my bed.
“Where does this go?”
He asked me as we were putting this away. I had my back to him and as I turned to look at what it was he was holding I did not see he was standing directly behind me. I had no time to react when he planted a kiss on my lips. I did not push him away as I kissed him back hungrily. It took ten seconds for me to remember who he was and why we should not be doing this!
“No we shouldn’t!”
I protested half heartedly pushing him away softly with my hands. The first time any girl has sex with a guy, you should always play hard to get. You can’t just say yes.
He asked me as I could feel his hands unbuckle my pants. My hands did not go down to stop his.
He asked me.
“Rudzani is my friend!”
I said which was well, complicated!
“The same friend you tried to hook up to a white guy knowing she had a man somewhere? That makes you a bad friend!”
He said taking down my pants. He knew? He knew all this time what I had done! He had not said a word!
“I am sorry, I didn’t know!”
At this stage I was standing by the kitchen counter. He went on one knee, lifted my leg over his shoulder and planted his mouth on my LADY without hesitation.
“I should stop this… Dear Lord I must stop this!”
I whispered out loud as I closed my eyes to enjoy it!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
You such a good storyteller Mr. Maphoto and well done for what you have achieved.
I have a problem which is pretty much of my own creation. I have a girl who is my best friend. There is nothing she has not done for me in life and even the job I am in she hooked it up for me. We have been through hell and back together. She had always had a crush on my brother and two years ago they started dating. My brother is the one who paid for my fees at school and is still paying off some of the loans he took out for me. That’s how much he loved me I guess. Our parents died a few years ago. Now they are engaged but the problem is my brother is now cheating on her with my brother in laws cousin (much older sister is married to him). My best friend is pregnant and all she talks about is what a wonderful guy my brother is. My brother reminds me that I am his family every time I confront him. I am stuck.
What do I do because I love both these people?