When you have lived the life I have lived the last couple of months you
learn very fast that celebrating a victory is often short lived so rather do not. I was not going to celebrate this therefore I was going to hold my breathe on it. On the line I had Sfiso and he had blocked me last night so having him here really was a victory for me even though I absolutely had no idea what I was going to say to him.
“Please don’t hang up. Can we please talk! You have questions and I have answers.”
I told him before he could drop. Ok I assumed he would drop the phone.
“I want to talk in person. I don’t want to talk over the phone!”
He said sternly. There was no humor or anything like that. It was that we need to talk voice and he had never ever given me that before. Sfiso was the joker in the pack and when the joker is not smiling you know something is wrong.
“Ok fine. Where would you like to meet? I can come to you!”
I told him. I did not want to go home and be alone and I needed someone to talk to in any case.
“I am driving from Pretoria right now. How about we meet at Tasha’s Melrose Arch where we first met?”
He asked me. I had not been there I a while actually and it was convenient for me.
“That’s fine by me. I am actually five minutes from Melrose as I am in Rosebank so I will get there before you!”
I told him.
“Ok fine then.”
He dropped the phone immediately without even giving me a chance to say something else not that I would have known what to say.
“Uhm ok then! That went well!”
I said sarcastically out loud. I am one of those women who genuinely flatter themselves by saying that they owe no man answers. We all no its a lie because whether you are hard core independent or totally dependent its all a reaction to men. I wanted to tell him that Ntheteng was not my child and that I was not actually with Mbuso. I was not telling him this so we could end up together but somewhere somehow I felt that he deserved to know. I was not going to get disturbed by Mbuso as he was at work.
I did a bit of a window shopping waiting for his call. I did not want to go sit there by myself but eventually I got tired. He was taking too long kante where was he. I was too scared to call him because I did not want to scare him as I was already in trouble. Eventually he called, a full hour later imagine! I was angry but I remained calm.
“I am in parking, where are you?”
He asked so calmly. The dude did not even apologize. What happened to being a gentleman?
“I am about to get a table in Tasha’s!”
I told him.
“See you in a minute!”
He said as he hung up. I was going to keep my composure. I got a table by the door and true to his word there he was walking towards me.
“Sorry I am a bit late I ran into traffic just before I entered.”
He explained as he sat down. At least the apology came.
“Are you not going to hug me?”
I asked him.
He said and he stood up to do so. He hugged me and then sat down again.
“How are you?”
He asked and we did the pleasantries as should be done. As soon as we were don’t I started to explain
“I need you to know about yesterday!”
I started to tell him but he lifted his finger to silence me and talk to the waiter.
“Waiter can I please have a double espresso and a glass of water please!”
He told him and to me he turned and said,
“I have a killer headache so can you explain after my espresso!”
“So what are we going to do for the next five minutes? Make small talk?”
I asked him.
“All I am asking is for me to nurse my headache for a second. That’s all I am asking.”
He said to me and ok fine I was being a bit hasty and unreasonable. Let him nurse it.
“Sorry I am a bit uneasy for some reason. You can nurse your headache!”
I told him and he smiled.
“Thank you. Its been like this for the last two hours hey. Maybe I should just go to the doctor…”
He was saying but I was not listening anymore. Something had distracted me. I can’t believe it. There was Simba sitting with Nicole.
“You got to be kidding me!”
I said out loud. I could hear my heart beating fast not even feel it, I could hear it!
“I beg your pardon!”
Sfiso said as obviously my response did not match what was going on. He followed my eyes and then said,
“Who are they now?”
He asked. Simba knew everything that was going on with me and the company yet there he was. What was he doing? I think this is what Fikile Mbalula should have felt when Julius was betraying all their secrets in parliament, that sense of betrayal and heart in mouth.
“Excuse me a moment!”
I said standing up. I should not have but I could not help it. I walked towards them and Nicole saw me first.
“Lungi, fancy meeting you here!”
She said with a smile. Fake smile that is! That is the smile they gave us before they took our land and are still giving us as they take everything else too even today. Why am I so racial though? I never used to be like this. In university I used to be the person that believed that white people, white management and yes the DA was better than black run things. Its what I was taught to believe. I was supposed to be part of the new generation that integrated but why was I only seeing race.
“I can’t say its a pleasure!”
I snapped at her and turned to Simba who looked like a pastor who had been caught cheating with a congregant!
“Simba and then?”
I asked him. He was the reason I had come to their table not this barbie here!
“Lungi? What are you doing here?”
He asked standing up trying to be civil I guess I don’t know.
“I am on a lunch date with a friend and you didn’t answer my question what is this?”
I said not that it was any of his business. Ok I sounded like a jealous girlfriend but that was not the context of my question.
“What are you doing here with my enemies?”
“Just yesterday you were talking marriage now you are going behind my back to help them drive a dagger further in my back!”
I told him angrily!
“No its not what you think! Stop!”
He said but I was already warmed up.
“Stop! They had me arrested Simba! These are my enemies!”
I reminded him.
“Oh wow now we are enemies!”
The barbie said shocked. Do you know that white people genuinely believe in their hearts that black people love them hence should be grateful for them being here? Its amazing that they cannot for one reason think of why we would collectively want them gone and hate them.
“Yes barbie now shut up its got nothing to do with you!”
I said to her.
“Lungi what are you doing, you are causing a scene!”
Simba asked calmly and trying to hush me down but I could not be hushed down.
“No I can answer that for you Simba, I am now in charge of the account you were in charge of. They gave me your job so there, now you know, can you leave.”
Barbie spoke again. Remember the day she walked into the office I said she was way too unqualified to be even my intern, well guess what, she had my job now. They had gotten rid of Rudzani then me and look at it now. When I said I was called a racist and just looking for trouble and now here we were. I did not want to feel vindicated because that would be accepting that I lost to yet another underqualified white girl.
“White privilege neh!”
I said to her and she stood up angrily.
“Get off your high horse. You quit your job or were fired for insubordination I don’t care! I got the job and you are out! You blame everyone else when you have a mean attitude of self entitlement!”
She screamed at me drawing everyones attentions. Simba stood up to come between us.
“Of course you got the job you dumb bitch, you sucking Mr. Van Zyl 58 year old dick and I have the proof for it! How old are you anyway, 21!”
I retorted. She is actually 23 but 21 made her seem even more scandalous in front of all these civilized people. She went beet red and before I could even move she somehow managed to send a hot clap my way which landed on my cheek!
Lol kodwa Satane uyangilinga! Le ntombazana ayingazi ngiwubani.
(Satan is testing me! This girl does not know who I am). I was going to show her!
“How dare you… Ngizokutshengisa ukuth ngiwubani shem!”
I screamed and I just went Zulu on her. I jumped over or around Simba and landed on her and started punching her. She was punching me back of course but I had the element of surprise as she had fallen over backward.
“Fucken white privilege I am going to teach you a lesson that you don’t slap black people because you think its you are right!”
I shouted. You see what people don’t get is that in a black country if ever you fight with a white person make it about race. You have the crowds sympathy. Simba was trying to pull me away when Sfiso got there then security.
“You will hear from my lawyers!”
She screamed at me. Her eye was already turning blue, thank heavens for my melanin dripping black girl trippin skin! No bruises on me. She even had a bust lip to add to the ambience.
“Stop acting like you are the only one with lawyers. Not only I have smacked your white privilege ass I will also wipe the court room with your white privilege so 2 0 already!”
I told her fixing up my make up.
“We have to go now!”
Sfiso staid dragging me away. Simba just stood there with hands on his head.
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
How are you sir and thank you for reading.
I am a 27 year old male with no children and an entry level job. I met a 33 year old lady a year ago who has 2 kids with two different fathers but has a good job. She earns more than me and is already bonding a house plus has a car. I have a car too. She did not lie about her family and her kids from day one. At first I thought I was just going to sleep with her and leave because vele I was not ready for such commitment. However things did not go according to plan as I am now so in love with her. I tried to introduce her to my family but even my brothers who are normally cool with women would hear none of it. They don’t want her near me and my crazy sister even wanted to beat her up. They say I am too young and she has way too much baggage. On my side I feel like I can make my own decisions and I am old enough to make my own mistakes. I am willing to fight for her basically but a new curve ball came my way. Recently her ex, the father of the 2nd child showed up. He is 37 (older than me) and a tender dude (richer than me). He asked for her back and said he wants them to raise their child together. She told him to fuck off and much as I was happy with that I felt guilty. I can’t afford two kids let alone have my own. I felt as though I was denying her and her kids a life of luxury etc. I am working hard to upgrade myself but in this economy honestly I am not even sure if I will have a job at the end of the year. She wants me to move in with her so that I stop paying rent where I am and already my friends are laughing at me. I can’t buy her a house. I never had low self esteem issues hence why I pursued a much older woman to me but now that I am here I am drowning.
What should I do and ladies if any of you have dated younger men what do you expect of us?