I knew he had a business trip here but I did not know he had friends. I was very surprised by this because again Sam was not the type to introduce you to people. I had known him for as long as I have and he had never once come with a friend.
“Mohammed, Ahmed this is Palesa and Faith!”
He said with a smile on his face. Is it just me or do these people all have the same name. Mohammed is their major prophet but imagine the looks you will get if you named your child Jesus. Goodness, those religious people will crucify you for it. It’s like a violation for them.
“Pleasure to meet you!”
I said calmly with a smile on my face.
“And who are you friends?”
He asked me.
“This is Nicole and Thandeka!”
I introduced them. They were polite in their responses. I had a tinge of jealousy at the way both the Arab men looked at Nicole. She was tall and slender, model like and you know how all these wannabe white people like tall and slender. I was stuck with my old man. Humbling indeed.
“Well ladies, Sam told us that you need a party to attend and seeing that we don’t really club we going to have a party at our place. We already have some friends over and allow us to be your hosts as visitors to our country!”
Ahmed said with that Arab accent of his. I must say it’s not the most romantic accent but knowing that he was foreign and probably wearing LB sandals under that dress of his made him the sexiest man alive.
“That would be awesome. We were so bored. Can our friends come too, I am sure you were only prepared for two!”
Khanyi said offering us up on a silver platter.
“Of course, any friends of yours is a friend of ours. Sam do you agree?”
Ahmed asked him. Looking closely I realized that Mohamed did not really talk and from the way he stood you would think he was a bodyguard or something. I did not allow my mind to dwell too long on that though.
“Come let’s talk on the side…”
Sam said to Ahmed. I suppose he was going to ask him if it was a good idea bringing along girls they don’t know to their mansion. You know some South African girls steal hey especially the pretty ones. I had a friend once who always said every time he brought a hot girl from him she would steal something so I take his word for it. More importantly however it gave me a chance to speak to Thandeka and Nicole,
“Guys won’t you get into trouble with your Naija guys if they come back and find you gone?”
I asked them.
“We probably will but when will I ever get a chance to get into a house of a real Arab. Don’t worry, we will blame you. I will tell them that we went to see you cousin then got stranded there and since we have no reception we could not come back!”
Thandeka responded and we all laughed because that had to be the lamest excuse ever.
“We will work on some other lie on our way there!”
I said refusing the lie. Sam came back to us and said,
“We had come with only one car so we were sorting that out. A car is on its way now and it’s not far so can the girls go get ready!”
He said sweetly. Sam is always so boring but for today I could kiss him shem. He was being spontaneous and allowing us to party. It’s like he was a new person altogether.
“Ok cool. You are going to have to wait with your friends so Khanyi and I can go change!”
“Bring your bathing suits ladies we have a heated pool so people will be swimming!”
Ahmed said. Mmmm fancy, a heated pool, you hear that! In South Africa you can’t have a heated pool because Eskom does not have enough electricity and EFF people will come to your house to remind that you stealing from the poor your days are numbered.
“Oh wow this is great hey. I am so excited!”
The girls were all saying when we left. Khanyi was probably the happiest because it meant she would not have to spend most of her time with Sam and me. I was the saddest because well, I was with Sam when others had hunks and Arabs.
“I am going to wear pants!”
I told Khanyi. I know these people have many rules and stuff so the last thing I wanted to do was offend. I wore skinny jeans but Khanyi would hear nothing of it. She wore her short red dress which she always said made her look taller. It’s so weird how when we go clubbing that outfit is sexy and normal but here I felt it was too much. We didn’t take long because Sam was calling already saying we had to go. I had forgotten Thandeka and Nicole’s numbers unfortunately meaning we would have to wait for them when we got downstairs. Sam was going to be mad.
“How do I look?”
Khanyi asked me as she finished applying her lipstick.
“You look amazing.”
I told her and she did too but I was not sure still if this was the occasion to be showing extra thigh. In South Africa women have rights to do almost anything they want but here they didn’t so we must be cautious.
“Oh looks like the other girls are here already!”
Khanyi said as soon as we stepped out of the elevator. They were indeed and suddenly I was the one who looked overdressed in seconds. They were dressed exactly like Khanyi! Short right dresses, legs and thighs out.
“Hey guys sorry we late!”
Khanyi spoke out first before I could say anything. She really was excited.
“Finally. You look good ladies!”
Sam said. The Arab guys also complemented us. It made me feel a bit better about this feeling of being under dressed when I was the most covered.
We drove for about 20 minutes before we got to this big house. There were cars outside meaning that the party was real it was not made up. When we entered there were already many people there mostly men though. Come to think of it, parties with more men than women are actually quite universal. I think it was two guys to every girl. They spoke in their own language. No one spoke to us.
“Don’t worry the people here are not known for their social skills!”
Sam said to me in Tswana. I don’t think I could remember the last time he spoke vernac to me.
“So why do they invite girls then?”
I asked him rather annoyed by their rudeness. It was mostly fat men to be honest and that dress could not hide that.
“Would you like some drinks?”
A lady came in and said to us. It was a white lady.
Thandeka responded. We placed our order. I asked for water but Thandeka and Nicole went straight for the Moet.
“I don’t understand Moet hey, I find it so bitter!”
I told Thandeka.
“I used to think the same but that was a long time ago. Now it’s my drink of choice and frankly speaking if you can’t but me it you don’t deserve to be with me!”
Where there really people that spoke like that? She was a law student and almost done at that but she has such archaic views. I thought Witsies are the ones who are supposed to be pro women standing on their own two feet.
“Your man seems connected. These people are rich!”
She exclaimed. I was surprised too by Sam’s business partners. The music was modern and even though it was older men there was a lot of hip hop. The girls started drinking more and someone suggested we go to the pool. I was still drinking water. For some reason I was not getting into the game. The girls who we found there were already swimming.
“You guys finally decided to come out!”
One of the girls from the house said.
“Yes we did. We were still getting warm you know and now we buzzing!”
Sam came outside and found Thandeka and Nicole sitting by their pool.
“Are you not going to swim?”
Thandeka asked him
“It’s your party after all!”
She concluded. She was very bold this one.
“Nah swimming is not for me. So girls where are you from?”
Sam asked Thandeka.
“I am from Mooi River, halfway between Johannesburg and Durban.”
She said taking a sip of her Moet. Why was Sam talking to her though? Men can’t be trusted and that dress needed to be pulled down a bit longer.
“Oh I know that town. What’s your surname?”
He asked her.
“I am just curious. You know at my age we like to ask question like what do your parents do and stuff!”
He told her. She laughed.
“You remind me of my dad; he used to be like that. He used to know everyone but he died though.”
She told him. What did this have to do with anything?
“Sam can I please talk to you!”
I asked calling him to the side.
“You have not spoken to me since we came. Did I do something wrong?”
I asked him.
“I am a bit disappointed. They go all out to get you drinks and then all you do is drink water like really. It’s very disrespectful!”
He said. So this was what all this was about. Ok I know what he means. When you go to a party where everyone else is drinking you are considered rude.
“I am sorry!”
I apologized. He rubbed my back and smiled.
“Please get me a glass of wine!”
I told him and he called the waitress lady for me. I had a glass of wine in my hand in no time. I was actually the last one drinking amongst the girls I noticed. It’s my nature though when I go to a new place I really want to read the situation before I just dive in. The wine tasted funny, not that am an expert but I just figured it was Dubai wine and my taste buds needed to adjust.
“So how do you know these guys?”
I asked him.
“I have a deal with them but it has not been going so well that’s why I had to come urgently.”
“Oh ok sorry to hear that. So what are you going to do?”
I asked him concerned. My head hurt a bit I found myself massaging it.
“They want collateral. They asked me to bring my daughter as it!”
His daughter, Aaaaargh my head!
“I am not feeling too good!”
I told Sam as I sat down. My head was spinning at this moment and had I stayed up I am certain I would have fallen.
“Let me get you some water!”
He said and he left me sitting there.
I don’t remember him coming back.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Dear Mike and readers
I would like to remain anonymous
Iv been seeing this guy for almost two years now and 6months within his relationship I found out his engaged to someone else. I immediately broke it off. Stupidly because I loved him a few months later I went back to him but I was under the impression he had left her and when I paid him a visit it’s a studio apartment so obviously when I step into his bedroom I actually realized that she is still with him and all her belongings are still there. I confronted him about it , and obviously he sold me dreams which I most definitely bought but later on broke it off. this was a continuous pattern that last for almost two years even when I went into new relationships I would break it off when he step into the picture but he remained engaged. A few weeks ago I found out I’m pregnant with his child. Immediately when informed him about he wanted me to abort the baby but I stood my ground but became petty I didn’t necessarily tell his fiancé I warned her about his dealings without spilling the beans to her. She later did her own investigations and found out our affair . She requested a sit Down with all three of us nd she was the sweetest thing ever I even felt so bad because was basically an advocate between her fiancé nd I about the baby she actually put sense into him because he was being an ass about everything, disappearing and not answering my calls nd when he did all I heard was abortion. She obviously left him nd he hated me with everything which was fine , this wasn’t about me it was the about our unborn baby.
Till today he still doesn’t want the baby nd still crys abortion I’m 23, I’m recently unemployed graduating this year his 24 we both in the same situation. He from Zim . I’ve never wanted money from him really because they weathly at home nd we not doing bad at all either .all I want is him to be involved in the baby’s life because my dad wasn’t. We all want better for our kids is that a crime?!. He is at the point of threatening me if I don’t get the abortion he does not want anything with the baby this is what he said “This issue has really caused a world of trouble and stress on both parts. I honestly thought I had gotten through to u on how a child come into this world a burden as opposed to a blessing. If you’re really going to make the commitment of choosing to have this child as opposed to aborting and have the opportunity for us to work through the abortion, then the decision on it is that I don’t want to be involved in any way. Though unfair on the child in every way possible, I’m deciding that I won’t be involved and would like that u respect my decision. Meaning I want no affiliation to it whatsoever, from taking a paternity test nor signing any birth certificate or knowing anything of it from name, when it was born, pictures of it during and after the pregnancy, the progress of the pregnancy, how ur coping with it or your family’s reaction when you tell them you’re pregnant. So essentially as far as I’m concerned the child has been aborted and that’ll be my final knowledge of it, as well as to anyone I know, that knows about it. Of course that would have to mean that all contact between u and I or anyone of ur friends would have to be no more. Deleting each other’s numbers, every conversation we’ve had and we move on with our lives. That’s where I stand.” I honestly don’t know what to do? I’m stuck in place where il be damned if I do it nd il be damned if I don’t.
I would like good advice nd not judgment for you are not God