“There is no mistake called cheating and anyone who tells you that is a liar, playing with you and thinks you are stupid. It’s a choice which you have to acknowledge but don’t you dare be fooled into believing it was a mistake. A mistake is picking up diet coke instead of original coke, that’s a mistake!” Mike Maphoto
Jealousy is something that is within a lot of people but in women, it seems to amplify itself. I don’t know where mine comes from but when it does I am this evil little person hell bent on destruction. Why was she holding his waist, they had just met? She must be a skank then because where was her class. A lady must act cool and move a bit slower not like this. She should not throw herself at him like this, it’s wrong. They had met a few hours ago and she was all over him but wait, twice I had slept with guys I had just met so why judge? This was different though, there were feelings involved. All the thoughts were going through my head when I saw them.
“Oh you are up?”
He said when I walked outside. Dwee, I was up, that question was rather redundant.
“You slept for a quite a long time considering you said it was a nap! Are you ok?”
He asked. I told them I was fine, I guess I had been more tired than I had thought. I often forget my dreams when I sleep but somehow that dream had shaken me. Even know I could feel the water at my feet.
“The nap did me good even though I had the weirdest dream ever!”
I told them. That’s how close the dream was in my mind hence why I was sharing. There are people who believe that dreams mean something, I am not one of them. It just feels like overreaching to me.
“Dreams during afternoon naps are the most weird I think. They are often sudden and deep! That’s why I try my best not sleep in the afternoon because you often wake up feeling somehow! I hate that confusion but alas, my job forces me to at times!”
Esihle responded as though I had asked for her opinion. She was rubbing me the wrong way certainly.
“They almost always seem to have a deeper meaning than they actually have.”
She went on to explained again when both Mbuso and I said nothing. I don’t know if it was because he had ignored her or what but he certainly said nothing.
“I would hope not hey. It was too weird!”
I responded just so not to leave her hanging again.
“What was the dream about or was it one of those x rated ones?”
Mbuso asked. I had noticed that he was not much of a talker. There are people who are genuinely lazy to talk and he was one of them. He seemed to drift in and out of conversations by dropping a line or two then stepping back.
“I am too old to have such dreams and who would I be having xrated business with really!”
I responded and we all laughed. Imagine at my age dreaming of sex no thanks.
“O come on, don’t sell yourself short. I am sure you have people that you crush on!”
Esihle said. I should have said Mbuso to spite her but nah, too soon. Nthabiseng and Zama came outside when they heard our laughter and joined the conversation. We started discussing xrated stuff. Mbuso was clearly not comfortable with the way Esihle was paying too much attention to him. He kept on moving around but she stuck to her task with commendable resolve.
“Is this the food not ready guys?”
I eventually asked just to break this down. I don’t think they heard me because I went into the house and no one followed. I found myself sitting on the couch alone. I was sulking. When you like a person it’s not always immediately obvious that you do. Sometimes it takes you time to fall for them and often it’s too late. You find yourself waiting in line to get your turn. Ok that sounded a bit low when I said that but so many times we fall for someone who is already taken. It’s just how life is. You can’t always be at the right place at the right time.
“Are you ok? You look a bit pale!”
Esihle said when she followed me inside. I ran away from her outside and now here she was.
“I am tired. I need sleep lots of it and I am hungry. I feel a bit overwhelmed right now!”
I lied. I don’t know if they saw I was lying but Nthabiseng immediately said,
“We will be out of your hair soon. We just going to finish up cleaning so that you won’t be left with too much work to do then we are out. I am tired too and besides we have work!”
I liked the sound of that. I just needed to be alone and left alone to my thoughts. I was tired and what’s worse, Esihle made it clear that no one was to talk to Mbuso. She was always in his space. I think the one with problem getting men was me. I was so focused on a type of person I should look for but you can’t blame me. I listened to Ask a Man the other day and a woman called in saying that she was tired of taking care of her boyfriend. She had a bigger job than him and it seemed as though he was scrubbing off her. Everyone who called in argued that she dumps the guy because it is a man’s job to take care of a woman not the other way round. If this was the case then that meant in the professional world the number of men I could choose was much less than your average girl. That thought depressed me. Imagine being over qualified to date someone.
“I want to introduce you to someone!”
Esihle said when finally left his side and came and sat next to me.
“You want to introduce me to someone?”
I asked her confused.
“Yes. He is a colleague and he is perfect! It’s me saying thank you for introducing me to Mbuso!”
“I have already told him about you but I did not give him your numbers. I thought it would be presumptuous of me!”
Wow this girl. So telling him about me was not presumptuous? She must be delusional.
“Blind dates are always a bad idea though? You never know what to expect!”
I told her.
“Yeah you are right but life is about taking chances. Look at me I took a chance and he looks alright, needs a bit of work here or there but I can work with it!”
She said explaining how she saw Mbuso. I know she did not want to mention Ntheteng after what had happened.
“I will go on the date.”
I told her. She said we will arrange the where and when.
“I think it’s best if we double date!”
I told her. She seemed to like the idea. I think she was genuinely oblivious that I could possibly like Mbuso or that Mbuso might like me.
“Goodness it will awkward going out with him as he is a colleague but I think it’s for the best. Do you think Mbuso likes me though? What if he is a player? I am tired of these men just wanting to get laid but not committing!”
She said looking vulnerable for the first time. It’s nothing short of amazing how you can be the strongest woman out there but men have a way of just breaking even that down. You can think you have it all figured out then they will shock you.
“I know what you mean. How old are you if I may ask?”
I asked her. I don’t know why age is a no go area for us women and this often includes even when women are asking you.
“I am 26 or rather just turned 26.”
She said and that cut me deep. She was two years my junior and about to waltz off with my man. When I was 26 I don’t think I still had the marriage dream in mind. I was even still clubbing eish. Finally the food came and we ate. It was actually well braai’d if that makes any sense. I had not realized that we had quite a bit of alcohol since I had not been drinking. There were many empty bottles. I noticed that Esihle was pretty tipsy. She was not drunk but she had definitely had a lot of alcohol. Didn’t she say she did not drink? Was that for scoring points with Mbuso?
“We need to go soon!”
Nthabiseng said when she put away the last dishes. I don’t want to admit this but I had actually had fun. Apart from the Mbuso situation they were very nice company. It’s easy to make friends but keeping them is another story.
“I also need to go home. I am very sleepy too after the afternoon I had!”
“Dude you not driving like that. Mbuso you need to take your lady home so she can sleep it off!”
Zama said. Wait a minute? Had she been drinking this much so that Mbuso would have no choice but advise her to stay? If that was the case then what a clever plan because immediately Nthabiseng also commented,
“She is right, it will be irresponsible for her to drive like this and you know on Saturdays the police are everywhere!”
We had been played. She had cleared planned this part because she came with Mbuso so logic would be either she sleeps at Mbuso’s or he drove her home but who would then drive her car back.
“I guess you are right! I didn’t think of that earlier!”
She said. We all turned to look at Mbuso and he looked rather annoyed than happy.
“Lungi you have not been drinking. I will drive her in her car and you will drive mine or yours. We drop her then we come back together!”
He said offering a solution of which Esihle immediately said,
“Lungi is too sick to drive, right Lungi?”
She sounded like she was pleading with me. This was my chance to shut her down. I almost had that evil laugh inside me bursting to come out!
********The End *********
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hey Mike, I have to complement you on your amazing work. You definitely know your story hey.
Here goes nothing, I’m currently 25 and I have never had a relationship that has lasted more than two years. I get bored very easily, I wouldn’t say I have high expectations but I am a daddy’s girl “God bless that man” he spoils me rotten because akafuni ngibhayziswe umfana ozothi ungkhipha ka KFC, like WTF dude ‘his words not’. Secondly I think I’m cursed or something because ngishelwa abantu abashadile kuphela, maybe it because of my body “honestly angsazi”, I’m a fully figured sexy young lady, as I’m writing this letter I’m dating a married man but I know our relationship has no future. I want to be in a “proper” relationship, I want to commit to someone nami. There only thing I’m committed to right now is work and my studies, honestly I need some service too. It being a year and a half and my hand is tired stru.
I know my letter is all over the show, kodwa ke it not a composition test.
Jackzorro you rock my world “hides”.
Semi-Single and tired.