Here is a reality for you, there is nothing more trusting than a South African girl who wants your money. If you
tell her you will give her money she will expect it, work for it, and demand it. We don’t back down to that because we trust you will play your part. It’s not just about money; the reason why South African girls are so bitter is because of this trust thing. We have trusted so many men in our past and they all let us down. The problem is instead of learning our lessons we tell each other how each man is different and he won’t do what the last man did. That’s how clever we are. I trusted Sam. He might have been betraying his wife but I trusted him.
“What did he say?”
I asked her.
“Not much, he said he will be on his way here in an hour or two as he has one stop to make!”
She explained. If a person is making stops in a foreign country that means they know people.
“Guys, my old man is here!”
I told the girls when I rejoined them. They laughed.
“There is nothing like Old, money is money whether it’s on a 15 year old rich kid or his 50 year old father!”
Nicole said. That’s the most she had said and the debate started which was better. The girls were so carefree and happy. It’s like they were not fazed at all by the one goal, to get money. I think maybe I had been holding back a lot because after seeing the shoes in those shops I must say I felt let down by Sam. He had been here before so how did he even fathom that 25000 was money. He should have some self respect.
“Where is he now?”
“He is still at the airport I think!”
I told her. I had no way of calling him back because when he called his number had come off as private and when I tried his SA number it would not go through. Made me a bit anxious.
“So what are your plans guys? We did the mall and it was hectic. It is beyond huge and we only managed one section!”
I told them and Thandeka did seem surprised because she had been here before.
“The way I see it, when you come here and want to go to the mall, that day do not do anything else. You wake up in the morning and you go to the mall. As long as you know where the bathrooms and restaurants are you will be fine!”
She explained. It was good actually having someone who knew what they were doing here. Before we were doing guess work.
“But have you seen how expensive those restaurants are?”
I asked her.
“Yeah it’s crazy but forget restaurants, where can you buy cheaper designer shoes! We went to the LB shop in there and it just discouraged me from life. I swear I felt as though my life was a joke!”
Khanyi said and everyone laughed.
“Its not funny guys, Palesa tell them how bad it was.”
She said asking me to back her up.
“She is right! Its like when they made their prizes they never expected anyone from Africa to come buy them!”
I backed her up.
“I haven’t really walked around much but I will ask the guys. They know all these hidden places so I am sure one of them would know the answer to that question.”
She explained. It was only then my phone rang. It was private but I knew exactly who it was. It was Sam.
I said when I answered the phone.
“Ah you have decided to come back online!”
He said jokingly. I could hear that he was a bit tired which was for the best because imagine after the walking I had done today he wanted sex? Old men are not like younger guys, if their bodies tell them that they are tired they take its advice.
“Yeah sorry about that. I am sure you called at the same time my mother was on the line with me. Regardless why is your phone private? I wanted to call you back but I found that I could not because I did not have your number.”
I explained to him. He did not seem to mind. He told me that he needed to check in at his hotel. His client had booked him at the Burj Al Arab (that’s the cheaper one) he said so he won’t be staying with us. I was relieved at that because I was scared he might have wanted Khanyi too.
“When I am done I will come to you guys!”
He said. Ok that’s the thing with sugar daddies; they are not ashamed to hang out with young people especially if you are away on holiday. Usually, back home, they prefer to see you in private areas to avoid scrutiny but hear it was totally different. It was now me who had to swallow my pride and find a way of taking pictures alone whilst he was right there.
“I take it that’s your blesser!”
Thandeka said when I got off the phone. She made it sound so casual and normal. I really was in the right company.
“Yes. Which one is the Burj Al Arab because that’s where he is staying?”
I asked them since they seem to know the place better. I knew exactly which one it was but stunting is always called for just to maintain.
“Oh that’s fancy. It’s the one next to the mall. You know that light show; I don’t know if you guys saw it, it’s the one with the lights flashing down at the fountain!”
She explained. That was just for control so that these bitches know that my man might be old but he was rich.
“Where is he from?”
“He is South African!”
I told them proudly sitting down next to them.
“You are joking; South African men are stingy as fuck. They would never bring you to such a place. They are always worried about the budget yet they buy the biggest cars!”
Nicole said. I noticed that she was not as talkative as Thandeka. Thandeka was the bossy more assured of the two.
“I kid you not. I guess I got lucky. He claims I am his first makhwapeni but I don’t really believe him!”
I told them and they laughed. Thandeka told me that she wished she had an older blesser because dating young rich Nigerians takes its toil and eventually they start passing you around.
“It’s an addictive lifestyle and because you know that SA men won’t treat you the same you will find yourself looking for another Nigerian replacement.”
I could sense a bit of regret in her voice but I was not too keen to ask her about her lifestyle. She did seem like she lived life though. You know how there are those girls who are worn out by the party scene, even their skin tone does not look good anymore because they wore too much make up, they look older than they really are, that was her.
“So your parents don’t mind all this, you being here and all?”
I asked her. It was a fair question because I know my parents minded.
“… Passed away and it’s just my mum now but she doesn’t mind!”
I knew I had asked the wrong question because of that awkward moment and the way she downed her wine.
“I am sorry to hear that!”
I said and she responded,
“No don’t worry about it. Is there any party we can attend guys. I don’t want to sit by the pool all night!”
She said tactfully changing the subject and the girls jumped in. I was not listening to them anymore because I realized I had not called Neo. I had not told him that I left. He knew I was in Dubai with Khanyi but he thought it was because of the suicide. To him my mum had hustled me a getaway from her sugar daddy.
I said to him when he picked up. The line was pretty bad unfortunately.
“Hey, you have been quiet was starting to worry!”
He said. I responded but he could barely hear me. At some point we gave up and decided we would try it tomorrow again. Now I was free. It was about an hour later that Sam arrived like he said. He came with him two Arab men.
“Oh my God they are gorgeous!”
Nicole whispered as they approached us. That much they were. Their skin … I don’t even know to describe.
“Why are they here with him?”
Thandeka asked suspiciously. I don’t get why she was being suspicious.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well for one Arabs never talk to us black people, I am sure you saw at the mall there was no such interaction and those two are here!”
She told me. I don’t know but I should have taken her question seriously at the time but looking back, me thinking it was because of jealousy was one of the worst decisions I have ever taken.
Sam said when they got to us. I greeted him back without a hug because I was told that it could be illegal to do so if he is not your husband.
If a country has such rules why do we girls even mess with it?
It’s called ignorance!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Please pass this on to the fellow readers and on Blessed not YES. Hope you are all well.
I am 24 years old and I just finished my degree. I have been dating a Congolese fellow student for last five years from University and we graduated the same year. He is a year older and just completed his Masters program. I won’t lie, I dated him for money because he is very rich and I thought at the time that he was a typical rich guy who dates many girls. I figured that I could just put my foot in and enjoy some of the perks. He turned out to be not. In fact I cheated on him a few times. The one time that he caught me, sometime last year he forgave me. He was angry at me and even cried that I had broken his heart. It was after that I think I started really falling for him. I won’t say I am head over heels with him but now he has asked me to marry him. He gave me a ring and all. I am not ready to get married but there is not one person who knows him and us who says I will be foolish to not go through with it. My friends think I am the luckiest girl alive. I have met his parents a few times and we got along. His father however made his many from security business and I always get it at the back of my mind that one day he will investigate me especially now that I am marrying his son. I searched for the family online and by rich I mean they are really wealthy and I could be part of that. Imagine coming from a township and ended up there. Must I go through with this? I know am doing it for the wrong reasons but realistically where will I ever get a man like that again? Is marrying someone you don’t love a good idea? Please I need an objective opinion because like me, my friends only see the money and to them that’s so much better than some broke guy who will one day give me problems.