“There is nothing more irritating than a person who six months later is pining for the man who broke her heart! You were not the first person to fall in love, will not be the last person to broken heart, cheated on and dumped BUT… There is only one you and all you are doing is waste YOUR own time on someone who didn’t love you enough in the first place!” Mike Maphoto
You know as a woman when you are dressed well not even a hail storm can stop you from feeling confident and beautiful. When you are wearing just the right heel and fragrance you know that even a bullet won’t bring you down. I don’t know if men have the same feeling on days they think they are dressed well but for us clothes can change a day. It’s like hair; good hair can make or break a day. I know I had chosen that day specifically. I wanted him to know that when he goes back to England all those women will never match with what he left in the mother land. Having a good education and money means that you are able to spoil yourself to some of the finer boutiques in South Africa. I did not have many such clothes because frankly speaking, most South African men don’t know the difference between Mr. Price clothes and Nicci or Paloma Boutique in Sandton. The difference is quality and quality is expensive! Good luck with free education!
“I am sorry I am late!”
I told him as I got to him even though I was probably fifteen minutes early. He came in for a hug and because they were people there it was hard to refuse the hug which is what I had told myself I will do in the first place!
“No, dressed like that you could have come tomorrow and I will have waited!”
He said with a look of awe on his face. It was either a flirt or a joke but he made smile! I could not stay angry at him long; he just had a way with words that I cannot explain.
“Look, dressed like that I feel ashamed that we should have dinner here! They have an amazing restaurant yes but maybe you deserve to be taken out!”
He said to me.
“No thanks! I had a long day and I have already driven all the way here! I am not a show off kind of person and already there are more than enough people who have seen me!”
I said looking at the men who were openly ogling me at reception. The sex appeal wears off very quickly when you feel people are undressing you with their eyes.
“Ok that’s fine then. Don’t say I didn’t try!”
He said. Well another reason I didn’t want to go out again was that it was cold. Beautiful dresses normally don’t work well with winter unfortunately. He pulled the chair for me and I sat down.
“Thank you for coming! I didn’t think you would to be honest!”
“Well I did and I am here! I thought about it but I decided I was hungry so I came! Its free dinner!”
I said. He smiled back as the waiter came to us with the menus
“What would you like to drink?”
He asked us politely.
“May I please have a glass of dry red if you have?”
I told him. It was cold like I said and a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt to warm me up. I needed it. It was not because I was trying to be sexy because I am told men, classy ones that is, find a woman drinking wine sexy. Yes, when you read a lot like I do, Cosmo is one of those books that are part of your reading list! To me, it’s a religion! I am even subscribed!
“I will have tea please!”
He said something which totally surprised me but I recalled he lived in England and tea is like water to them and must be drunk as often as possible.
The waiter said and was about to walk away which was not a good thing because I was actually very hungry at this stage.
“Can we rather order now?”
I said stopping him. He looked at me funny but what…a girl has got to eat right!
“Sure you can. Do you know what you would like to have?”
He asked me. We perused the menu and eventually we both ordered.
“Sorry if I wasn’t ladylike for you!”
I apologised be it sarcastically.
“Why did you ask me here tonight?”
I asked him the most obvious question. Considering how things had turned out the last time we were together it was not immediately obvious clearly.
“I had to apologize. At the end of the day I am a gentleman and no matter how you perceived I would like to leave as such!”
“Thank you! I appreciate that. I was really hurt!”
I told him.
“Well lets part as friends! That’s all I want. Let’s not discuss what happened and just be us! We are like laughing relationship and we always happy!”
He said. Well it was soon too soon for him to making such conclusions but the effort was appreciated.
“So why did you not leave today as you were supposed to?”
I asked him.
“I fly on a diplomatic passport so the minister had last minute instructions for our office. As I was already here it made sense I wait for it hence here I am! Even my family doesn’t know am still here!”
“I called your friend last night to ask why she had set us up. She apologized but I felt kind of bad because her husband was very unhappy with her! I don’t want to interfere in peoples marriages!”
He explained. He was obviously talking about Miriam and I was unhappy with her too. He had said we must not talk about yesterday but he kept on going on about it. Of all the restaurants in Johannesburg guess who walks in, Susanna! You have got to be kidding me. She did not see me because as soon as they entered they turned and went to the window seat at the far left. She was with a woman so must be her friend I guess! I was not sure! Did she have a husband? I actually don’t remember ever seeing him or her ever talking about him but then again I and she were definitely not friends.
“Please don’t think me forward but is there any chance we can go and have our dinner in your room. Don’t look now… But by the window, that’s my boss!”
I told him in what I think was a whisper.
“Oh that’s awesome! Lemme go say hi and maybe they can even join us!”
He said in what clearly was a joke but I immediately said to him,
“Now is not the time for jokes!”
And he saw I was not playing with his Trevor Noah side!
“Ok cool! I will have to tell the waiter which will cause commotion so I suggest you leave first. I will then follow! Here is my card… Second floor room 22!”
He said to me.
“Thanks! She cannot see me!”
I told him. I walked out as quickly as I could. I don’t think she saw me but will only know tomorrow. I did not want her to spoil my evening because this woman had a way of sucking out all the sunshine in the world just by her presence. When I got to his room I must say I was surprised at how neat the place was. He had not unpacked and if he had lay on that bed he most certainly had ironed out any wrinkles on the covers. Because he now had no key he had to knock to enter! I opened for him.
“What was that about?”
He asked me as he walked in.
“It’s just office politics. I think she is trying to get me fired but then again I am not sure because she has always been evil from the first day I was hired!”
I explained to him.
“I know what you mean Office politics are the worst. The waiter is right behind me with food so we can eat and I don’t have to keep you hear long!”
If you never been in a Protea Hotel room, it’s a bed, small work desk with a lamp on it, a fridge underneath the TV. There is also a bathroom with shower by the door. It’s pretty much cosy. I unconsciously sat on the bed as the chair seemed like unnecessary work. He went and sat there. The food came and his first comment was,
“You were not joking when you said you were hungry hey!”
He said looking at my portion of food. Compared to his mine seemed as though it was a lot.
“What? I didn’t know it would be this much hey wow!”
It was a lot true.
“Are you going to take a doggy bag?”
He asked me and I laughed. He could not figure out why I was laughing and he had this puzzled look on his face. It must be the wine.
“You just said doggy?”
I said mid laughter.
I gestured with my hand. I was getting horny with this wine. Time to stop drinking.
“Oh I get. No more wine for you young lady!”
He said standing up from the desk he was seated on and came to take my glass away.
“I am a big girl Sfiso and can handle my liquor!”
I told him defiantly but I still gave him the wine glass. We ate in silence for some reason. Talking and eating is often rude. I ate on the bed whilst he ate by the work desk. The wine had stopped flowing now and I had not forgotten that I had to drive back home later but might have to call Uber Shem and pick up my car tomorrow!
“You are a very interesting character you know that!”
He said to me when he was done!
“How is that?”
“What is it about the way I said doggy that took your mind so far there?”
He asked me.
“Don’t mind me! My mind tends to wonder at times and I find naughty moments in things!”
The words came out even before I could stop myself. Now he was going to think I was making a move on him.
“I think maybe I should leave!”
I said and stood up so suddenly the wine went straight to my head and I felt a bit dizzy. I stumbled and he came running towards me.
“No, stay down! Rest a bit and you will leave in an hour or so!”
He said. He was holding me so tightly I could feel his body on me. I could not help it, I wanted this.
I kissed him.
At first he did not kiss back but I didn’t until he started kissing me back.
His hands which were on my waist slid down to my ass…
Forgive me Father for I was about to sin!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto
I am 23 years old and up until three weeks ago I had saved my virginity. It was not for marriage or some religious purpose but a mixture of fear, not wanting to conform as well as no one really bringing me to that level.
Three weeks ago I went out with friends. I am very outgoing, I always have been and I drink too. We went to a local club. One of my friends was not drinking as she had to go to Cape Town the following day. A table across from ours was a group of guys and they tried to join us but we really were not interested. We were not rude and explained to the guys we just here to catch up and we are out. They were fine with the explanation and left us alone. We didn’t party for too long and on the way back a car stopped us around ten. It was those guys. We were three girls in the car. Mike they beat us and raped us. I still have the scars of this right now. I know maybe this is not the platform for this but I would like to know from my fellow readers why a person can do that to another? We had not said a bad word to them. Is this the fate of “independent” women that if we refuse their advances we should be scared for our lives? Two days ago I got the message that the friend who was going to Cape Town committed suicide! Imagine how I felt? I was there when this happened to us. Four guys taking turns on each of us! I don’t even know what to say.