When you are single, no one wants you. Its like you have it written on your forehead that this girl is single so she is not worth it. The moment you get a new man, other people start being attracted to you. All of a sudden you are
attractive to everyone. They start hitting on you. Why is that though? What makes a person more attractive when they are in a relationship with someone else as compared to when they were not in a relationship at all. I couldn’t get it. I had had a dry spell for a long time yet all of a sudden Sfiso, Mbuso, Simba and now this idiot Azwindini wanted me. Its something I can never understand! Now I was looking at Azwindini and honestly all my energy would have been sapped out was it not for the fact that I was angry.
“You have got to be kidding me! What do you want here?”
I asked him and my tone was immediately angry! I didn’t need this kind of drama.
“I thought I would surprise you. I came to tell you that I loved you. You are the one I want to be with!”
He said confidently.
“Are you out of your mind?”
I asked him angrily.
“You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t like me? Come on, it’s not like you sleep with every Tom Dick and Harry!”
He said confidently.
“I think you should take this fight to your place!”
Mbuso said calmly. Crap, I had forgotten we were not at my place.
“No, I want you to leave! I don’t want you; I don’t want you to ever come visit me again ever! Leave!”
I told him.
“Leave and go where? I can’t go back to Rudzani because I broke up with her for you. I feel so guilty even now. She was the sweetest girl I ever knew then I slept with you her best friend and I don’t feel it anymore, it’s you I want!”
“She is not my best friend!”
Was my retort but it came out so wrong. I could see the disgust in Mbuso’s eyes.
“Well we are friends but…that’s not the point. That night was a mistake and you know it! If you don’t leave I am calling the police!”
I told him.
“I don’t get why you are being like this. It was love at first. You had just met me. You knew who I was. You invited me to sleep at your place. You fucked me. All these things you did knowing that my girlfriend was Rudzani. Now I come to you to do the right thing and you try chasing me away like a dog? Nope, never!”
He said. I had tears in my eyes as he said those things and they stung. They were not tears of regret though, it was anger!
“It was a mistake. Get away from me!”
I said angrily and tried to walk away but he stood in my way.
“Wait please don’t go. Please don’t do that!”
He pleaded with me.
“No, don’t touch me! I don’t know you; I don’t want to know you!”
I told him slapping his hand away when he tried to touch my shoulder.
“I don’t believe you are a bitch that goes around having one night stands. I thought we had something!”
“Well it was a one night stand so deal!”
I told him angrily.
“So you are a bitch then!”
He retorted. I don’t think he expected what was about to happen next nor did I. Out of nowhere Mbuso punched him so hard he flew across the room.
“Call her bitch again I dare you? Where do you come from where you can call women that?”
I was so stunned I stood there with my hand on my chest!
“Dude I didn’t mean it like…”
He started to explain as he got up!
“I don’t want to hear it! Get the fuck out my house and if you follow her to hers I will break you!”
Mbuso screamed at him. He was not happy. I could see a vein sticking out on the side of his face. Remind me not to get on his bad side.
“I will leave but we are not through yet, you and I!”
Azwindini said pointing to me. I didn’t even know what to say. Azwindini went downstairs, took his car and left.
“Thank you so much for that!”
I said to Mbuso!
“You too get the fuck out!”
He said coldly. After the way he had punched that guy I was not going to even protest. I took myself out of his flat and went home. This was not happening.
“Mr Tizora what can I do for you?”
I asked him. I was not really in the mood to talk but seeing how important it was for me to be nice I had to turn on the charm.
“I wanted to forward you the rest of the documentation. I figured I should do it outside of office time to give you a chance to be always ahead of them!”
He said casually.
“Who is them sir?”
I asked him. For a moment there he did not res pond but I really was not sure who he was talking about.
“My company has given enough business to black members in white companies to know that always that first point of contact ends up being replaced for one reason or the other! It has never not happened and we would like this company to be the first were we work with whom we want to work with!”
“So in other words you set me up for failure?”
I asked him.
“I don’t follow?”
That was his response.
“You already knew they would try taking me off meaning now I have to watch my back always. Why didn’t you warn me before you made me sign?”
I asked him.
“Oh you mean it like that. Yes and no. Yes we knew that they would try which they did even before we signed so you can’t avoid that and no you will not fail. We will give you all the tools to succeed that’s why am giving you this information. I am just making sure you never get caught with your pants down!”
He told me. He was being nice to me and I don’t get why. First was it because I was black business partner, a black woman or because he had personal interest in me. I was not sure.
“Thank you very much!”
I told him.
“Not a problem just send me your personal email address!”
He said. We hung up and I waited for the mail. There was a lot of reading to do and at some point I slept. I was more exhausted than I thought. I did not even eat. Around two in the morning I woke up because I was hungry. My lights were off, I don’t remember switching them off but ok. When I stood up to go to the kitchen there she was, my grandmother. I know I was supposed to have been scared but somehow I wasn’t.
“I decided I should come see you here to understand why you not coming to see me!”
“It’s because I am busy Gogo. I have so much work and my relationships are not going well on the side!”
I told her. She laughed.
“Relationships are a problem. Don’t look at me like that I was a girl once and boys used to fight for me! Women from my family have always been beautiful!”
She said and I could see her get lost in her mind. She was even smiling whilst she recalled.
“But we learned men are not the right path for us. We have to take care of our families first!”
She said sounding serious.
“Can I offer you some tea?”
I asked her and she nodded her head. I walked towards her and she disappeared right in front of my eyes. That’s when I woke up and sat up. There was nobody there. That was quite unnerving. I was not comfortable at all with this anymore. I was not even hungry but I went to my room. I was too scared to sleep so I continued reading what Simba had given me. It was very specific and information you would not know without reading.
In the morning it was back to work. My body felt tired. I was exhausted. I was not well at all. It’s like feeling I had the day I passed out. As soon as I got to work my phone rang.
“Status meeting in thirty minutes!”
My boss’s secretary said. Status meeting? What the hell is a status meeting? I remembered what Simba had told me about me being eventually shut out of this project from someone else of a fairer disposition. Could it be happening as he predicted.
I said as I walked into the meeting with my notes in hand. It was the notes I made that morning.
“Morning, Lungi. I am glad you made it on time was worried you will be late.”
My boss said. Late? Who has a meeting at 8am in the morning? This was deliberate and everybody was there and had I been late I would not have been. I don’t know who they were. There 4 white male 2 white women and… Me . Welcome to the real private sector!
“There was a report that came out last night. I want to know we are on top of it because this project is too important and no offense Miss Mbatha, it should have gone to someone more senior!”
A white middle aged I had never seen said.
“Mr. Graaf, this is one my brightest. It’s in capable hands. I know the board is worried but you shouldn’t. The client asked specifically for her for us to secure this contract and we did even after you guys approved for Susanna to leave this office knowing how critical and asset she is!”
My boss stepped in for me. What was happening here?
“Susanna was sent to Cape Town as punishment for allowing a junior to secure such a huge contract under her watch. We calling a spade a spade here. Miss Mbatha here though a bright star like you said, is not ready.”
He emphasized. I finally recognized this guy; he was the operational head of the company. That’s why he was familiar. In fact everyone was familiar.
“Give Lungi a chance. I have confidence in her.”
My boss defended me. I did not trust Mr. Gold though. He must have known this meeting would be called.
“If she can tell us what’s happening since last night’s report then we can all call it day but if she can’t it means her eye is not all the ball.”
Simba had been right.
“Lungi you don’t have to. This is wrong!”
Mr Gold said.
“Its ok sir, I am ready!”
I might have been sleepy but I had gone through that report that Simba said I must read. I went through my notes and explained everything they needed to hear and more.
“Thank you that are why I have!”
I said to them with a smile, professional smile on my face. I had aced it.
“Is that settled then Mr. Graaf! She is on top of it, and you can see that she is on top of it!”
Mr Gold said it.
“Yes we see it but we need to have eyes on her. She must work with Nicolene on this one!”
He said standing up.
I burst out!
“She is even more junior than me!”
I protested looking at my boss for him to defend me. He just looked down on to the table.
“Nicolene or you are out!”
Mr Graaf said and walked out.
I should have resigned!
Thank you for reading my letter.
I have been dating my boyfriend for three years now. It’s been a bumpy ride from day one as we are one of those fighting couple. We fight about everything just to get to a conclusion which usually we both agree on. It’s like we fight for the sake of fighting. We get along pretty well when we don’t have to make decisions and I love him. He loves me too because two weeks ago he went down on his knee and proposed. The man I fight with almost every two days asked me to marry him. I said yes immediately. After I said yes I thought this through and much as I love our passionate romance I don’t think I have the energy for all the fighting if we are married. Its one thing for me to storm out to go to my place since we are only engaged but certainly another to be stuck in the house with him if we marry. What do I do to stop the fighting which might also risk ask losing the thing that makes us who we are?