Bongani is supposed to arrive today. Wehweh promised to give me the room for the weekend so I can just connect with my man. I’ve even applied for leave at work. 
As I sit in this very boring lecture, I decide to text him so I see where he is.

“Hey babe. I cannot wait for you to get here.” 

No response. In fact, there’s only one tick. 
I’ll take it he’s in his flight. 
Thendo decided to ditch her lessons today because she was out partying last night and getting drunk while I was video-calling Bongani, finalising his trip details and having phone sex because Wehweh was out with her man, Mnqobi. 

The lecture is finally over. I check my text messages and there’s still no response from him. The message still has one tick. His flight should’ve landed by now. 
I decide to call him as I walk back to res.
“Sphala sphala”, he answers his phone.
There are taxis hooting in the background and the leaders of loxion management are making their peak time noise, so I know for a fact that he’s still in Daveyton. 
“Bongani, where are you?!” 
“Hawu my baby, ngise-roundini”. 
“E-roundini?! E-ROUNDINI?! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THOLOANA KINGDOM TO SPEND THE WEEKEND TOGETHER?! WE’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR WEEKS AND WE FINALISED THIS LAST NIGHT! WHAT CHANGED BETWEEN LAST NIGHT AND YOUR FLIGHT TIME THIS MORNING”, I’m actually so angry, hurt and all of those emotions! How could he do this to me?! 
“Hawu my baby… eish… I had a job that promised me good money and I couldn’t miss out on it. I’m so sorry my love!” 
This inconsiderate piece of shit! 
I just hang up. 
I get into my room, and I fall apart. 
How could he do this to me?! I needed him to come here this weekend. I needed love this weekend, not just sex and sexual abuse for money. I needed to believe in love. I needed to be revived. 
As I’m crying, pouring my heart out really, messages keep coming through my cellphone… it’s Bongani busy sending me please call me messages. 
Yoh this guy!!!! 
FUCK!!!!! 

Now there’s a knock on the door. 
I fix myself up quickly then get the door. It’s probably Thendo and I really don’t want to talk. 
I open the door.
Oh! Nkosi yami! 
“And then wena?! Ufunani la?!” I say.
“Geez! Unani manje wena? I’m looking for Wehweh”, he says.
“Why don’t you phone her?! Akekho la for the weekend.” I snap at him.
“What’s wrong with you?! Clearly you’ve been crying so you clearly have issues –
“Lalela, unless you are going to fuck me, I suggest you leave right now because Wehweh will only be back at the end of the weekend.”
You know what…
He actually steps into the bedroom…
He closes the door…
He fucks me…
He tries to heal me sexually…
I know I’m probably going to regret this, but I’m enjoying every minute of this. Wow!

…

He didn’t even stay for a cuddle. It shows you how meaningless this was for him. I really needed to be held and loved. I know that he doesn’t love me and that this was just another fuck released from his system, but he couldn’t wait to get out of here. He got up, got out of my bed, got dressed then told me to never mention this to anyone. He told me that if this ever got to Wehweh, he’d make me pay and not in a nice way. I also don’t want Wehweh to find out about this. She will end me. I actually like her. 

Thendo tried to reach out for us to hang out. I just need to be alone. I need to really think about my life and confront some hectic decisions that I’ve made then decide once and for all what it is that I want for myself. 
I decide to go and take a shower. I should’ve done that the minute that Wandile left. 

The shower is nice. It is soothing. Maybe I should go to work tonight so that I can forget about everything that has happened. Ja, I’ll text that crazy white man and tell him that I’m available if he has work for me. He knows enough perverts to keep all women’s vaginas in the world employed.

…

I’m walking into res now at 9pm. I told you my boss knows enough perverts to keep us all employed. I walked away with R55 000. I knocked off at 7am then went to town to send some money to my sister for the household stuff. My sisters and I decided that my mom is no longer trusted with money. She has a new man. We smell trouble. She’s not talking to us. Mina, I don’t care. I’m far away from home anyway. But my sisters are home, so they feel it the most. But we don’t care. Ngeke ayibone imali yethu. I also put in money for the school fees of the younger two and paid my own school fees. I’ll buy groceries online. I’m tired and I need to sleep. 

I open the door to my room, and I find Wehweh and Wandile sitting in here together. Wehweh is only set to come back tomorrow. Why is she here now?! And why is she so furious?! 
“What kind of a person are you wena? You first want to sleep with my father and now you’ve slept with my best friend? Is that thing between your legs a free for all? Ubufebe obungaka?! Yini?! Uloyiwe nge-sex wena?!” Yoh Wehweh is hectic. 
Also, why did Wandile tell her? 
“Wandile, wahamba vele mngane wami wayolala with the kingdom’s busiest street-walker?” 
That’s it! 
“Of course you’d say that! Not all of us have rich perfect lives that know no means of struggle – 
“How was sleeping with Wandile helping you financially?!”
I have no comeback. 
“You are addicted to this shit! You don’t care who you hurt, as long as you get your sex fix!” 
I stare at her. 
She stares at me. 
“Yaz, all this time I thought I was the problem. I thought Sanel is the way that she is because of me. But it’s actually because of you, Wandile. Uwena omfebelayo. Her not wanting us to be friends and believing that I’m sleeping with you is because of you.”
UWandile is just quiet… uthothobele nje ngathi inkuku eyinethiwe. I’m so annoyed. 
“And wena! Is your man not supposed to be here? I left here to give you quality time with your man… Kanti I was just giving you space to fuck my best friend! The two of you are dogs! You’ll fuck anything with opposite private parts from yours. Sies!” With this, she leaves the room. It’s just Wandile and I now. I’m so angry at him! 
“Ubuxakwe yini wena uzotshela uWehweh about something we both agreed we would keep between us?!” I ask him.
“Wehweh means more to me than what you probably mean to your mother. I was never going to put her in a position where you would make a fool out of her or use it against her when you decide to be petty for no reason”, he says.
I’m actually realising now that Wehweh is not the problem in this friendship. This guy is in love with Wehweh. 
“You do realise that uNomawethu uthandana noMnqobi, right? She’s not leaving him for a man who chose Sanel over her then had sex with her roommate. Wena nje kuzomele ufe nalo lothando lwakho. She’s not that into you. She’s friend-zoned you. I actually believe her when she says that the two of you are just friends. You are the one I no longer believe.” 
He just looks at me then storms out of the room. 
Agh! 
I just get into bed. Before I pass out, a text message comes through my phone…
“Sis, please send me R2000. Amanda has a camping trip. I had promised to pay for all of it, but I could only pay half of it.” It’s from my older sister. 
I just send her R5000 and tell her she must also give Amanda spending money.
Now I sleep. 

–

As I wake up, I realise that Bongani doesn’t care about me. He hasn’t even phoned me to apologise or check up on me. I guess I need to speak to him and probably just end this relationship. 
I dial his number. 
“My love”, he says as he answers his phone.
Also, I’ve noticed that he only ever sends me please call me messages. I’m the one who is always phoning him. 
“Bongani, you are supposed to be in Tholoana Kingdom right now”, I say.
“Hawu my baby… Sikhulumile nje ngalendaba saqeda ngalendaba”, he says.
“Bongani, ngikhiphe imali and bought you a return ticket so we could spend time together. Uvele nje walahla konke lokho without thinking twice?” 
“Bridget, what exactly is your problem?”
“YOU! YOU ARE MY PROBLEM! YOU ARE INCONSIDERATE! YOU NEVER PHONE ME! YOU NEVER MAKE AN EFFORT TO COME AND SEE ME! I MAKE ALL THE EFORTS AS IF I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO IS STILL INTERESTED IN THIS RELATIONSHIP!” 
“Angisho wena unemali yamanye amadoda? Manje mina angilali nabomama ebashwabene for imali. Ngiyenze njani?!”
Wow! 
“What did you just say to me?!”
“USpoonkie told me everything. Ngizokugijimisa kanjani bese ngikuncenge kanjani knowing that sibaningi esidla lapho kuwe?!”
I hate that Spoonkie! I hate him! 
“It’s over, Bonga.” I say.
“Shup”, he says. No fight whatsoever. Clearly, it’s been over. I’ve just been hanging on a thread. 
I just hang up. 

Wehweh walks in with Ruri and Zaza. They don’t greet me, so I don’t greet them. You can just tell that Wehweh has already told them what happened. I’m not about to explain myself to rich spoiled brats who don’t know the first thing about my life. We don’t speak the same language of life, so they can stay in their lane and I’ll stay in mine. 

“Wehweh, it’s an all-white party.” Ruri says. 
“Yes, I’m looking for something quick.” Wehweh. 
“Cool. Which of the girls are you inviting again?” Zaza. 
“Ones that won’t sleep with our fathers”, Ruri. 
“Fuck you! All of you!” I say. I know that was directed to me. 
“Nice to know you don’t discriminate when it comes to the fucks you are prepared to give!” Ruri. 
I look at them. 
“Wehweh, you need to move out of here. Ayikho lenkuku eyiphekwayo la. Awachithwe la manzi.” Zaza.
“I agree. We’ll end up finding our men being fucked in this brothel”, Ruri. She’s the bitch.
“Trust me, I’m seriously considering it. Even Mnqobi thinks it’s a good idea”, Wehweh. 
Makahambe! Nx! 
“I’m done. Let’s go”, Wehweh says, pulling two bags with her. 
I just shake my head at them.