“I could have told you that New York is cold around this time of the year, Mandisa. Why did you not tell me that you wanted to go and grieve your useless dead husband there? I could have thought of at least eight places you could have gone to for some time away.” She says.
“I needed some space. I needed to be cold. I needed the snow. The weather in New York is the only thing that could relate to how I have been feeling since Thapelo passed away”, I tell my sister.
“Well sisi, I am really sorry you had to bury your husband. But, I for one, am happy that whatever STD he contracted from his miscellaneous whores finally did the job the rest of us have been trying to do for the past million years”, she dismissively states.
“Nobukhosi, why would you say something like that about my late husband?” I am genuinely hurt at Khosi’s words and I am unable to hide it. Khosi could not care less.
“Mandisa, mom raised us to be better than this. Who doesn’t know that Thapelo was cheating on you with anything and everything in a skirt? That man didn’t respect you. What did he leave you with? Huh? Ini Mandisa? Four children and a-billion-and-ten illegitimate brats with baby-mamas up your ass demanding child support from you as if you took part in conceiving those illegitimate bastards. Then you Mandisa, you went to freeze your ass in New York just to grieve for him. Come on Mandisa, you and I both know that Thapelo’s death is good riddance to bad rubbish”, Khosi.

She is right you know. Thapelo was the worst husband that a woman could ever be punished with. I wish I could say that at the very least, he was good-looking: Nothing of the sort. Thapelo was as fat as they come, as light-skinned as they come, and as unattractive as you can imagine. His friends, peers, and colleagues used to call him Porky. I was the infamous Mandisa, Porky’s wife. My kids, all four of them, earned their names of “Porky’s piglets”. I have had those children on a diet since they were three, but this fat thing is a stubborn gene in them; not one of them chose to be skinny like mommy, I guess.
“Mandisa!” Khosi calls out to me.
I do not even know what her issue is. I enjoyed New York. I enjoyed the cold. Most importantly, I enjoyed being away from her. New York was not a random trip that I decided to go on. I do not have that kind of money floating around. I went with my new man. I am so nervous to tell Khosi about him. I keep waiting for the right moment to do it, but as you can see for yourself, she is not the most understanding human being walking on God’s earth.

“Nobukhosi, I have to go. I need to fetch my girls from mom’s place then get settled back into my house”, I politely tell her. I am the polite sister of us two.
She rolls her eyes at me and offers to pay the bill.
“With what? I don’t remember you ever being employed”, I ask her, genuinely shocked.
“Have you met my man?” She says to me as if I am supposed to know who this man is and why he is the reason that she is suddenly settling bills now.
“When can I meet this man?” I ask her, intrigued.
“How about tonight? We are hosting a few friends tonight at his place. Come by.” She invites me.
“Reign check? I really am exhausted, sisi. But we can do lunch some time?” I say. Honestly, I am not ready to tell my sister that I am pregnant. I am still trying to figure out how I will be telling my mother that I have a new man three months after my husband’s death and he wants to bring abakhongi to negotiate a bridal price for me. Then I must explain my pregnancy. Now this one wants me to meet some soccer player that she is running around with. I suppose I must take her seriously now because it has been longer than a year and that is quite a long time for Nobukhosi. She is a smash and move on kind of girl – particularly after her break-up with Sizwe.
“Mandisa, you need to get over Thapelo and live a bit. He was worthless when he was alive. I am quite sure he is more useful to you dead. Go home, get your kids, and do whatever it is that you still need to do. I will pay the bill. I have a spa appointment in an hour. I love you, sisi”, Khosi says as she wears her sunglasses and pulls out the most elegant purse I have ever seen. I suddenly notice her handbag too. Wow! Stunning. It is a white handbag done right – and that is very rare.

I grab my black handbag, matching with my black mourning outfit, and find my way to my black Polo. I sit in my car for a while as ‘he’ calls me.
“Tloung”, I answer his call.
“How is my queen and the cub inside of her doing?” He asks me. He is so sweet.
“I am okay, handsome. I just had lunch with my sister”, I tell him.
“Did you tell her about our wedding that is coming up?” He asks.
“Not yet, baby. But I am going to tell my mother now”, I tell him.
“Good. Baby, you are about to become Mrs Dikwe Tloung. You are about to become a wife to one of the most powerful men in this country. You are about to become untouchable, my love. Prepare yourself for the best life you have ever lived. I have to go now, my love. I will see you later”, him. He hangs up before I can even say goodbye or I love you.
I take a deep breath.
I look through my side mirror and see my sister hop into a black E-Class 2-door Mercedes Benz. This girl is living the life.
I get a call from Dikwe again. We just spoke. What is wrong now? I know he is obsessed with me, but this is too much – even for him.
“Baby?” I answer his call.
I hear sexual noises over the phone.
“Dikwe?” I call out to him in panic.
The noises get louder.
I hang up and grab onto my heart before it shatters out of my chest.
 
…

“Do you really have to go?” He says, sulking like a baby next to me. We’ve been in bed all day just having sex. Does he not get tired? Plus, he has to go to that party at Khosi’s and Tee-le’s house. I have to drive back home. I have school on Monday and my dad is already blowing up my phone because I was supposed to be home last night. But I extended my stay in Tholoana Kingdom for this guy over here.
“Yes, I really have to go, Reahile. You know my dad will not stop phoning me until I’m back home. I was supposed to be back home last night already”, I say as I roll out of bed.
“Fifi, why don’t you just move to Tholoana Kingdom permanently? This up and down doesn’t make any sense. We have great universities here too and the team – which is the core of your job – is right here.” He says this all the time and I’m getting tired of explaining to him that I can’t just up and leave.
“Reahile, I’m getting tired of this conversation now.” I say.
“I’m not. Because I still don’t understand why you are not in Tholoana Kingdom permanently.”
“Are we married, perhaps? For you to be demanding such things from me? You want me to go to Fikile and Thomas Ramaru and bring up this suggestion that you’ve made for a boyfriend? Really?”
“So you want to be Mrs Mohale?” He says with a smile on his face.
“Not before I graduate and certainly not because you just want me to move here and be a kept woman for you.”
He laughs.

We take a shower together, carefully washing each other’s bodies while kissing under the shower head as the water hits our bodies with purpose.
We finally finish our shower and step into my bedroom. We always stay at my apartment when I’m here because Reahile stays with his family at the royal house. I’m not about to do sleep overs there and get involved in their things as if I’m the makoti. For all I know, I could wake up tomorrow and be told that a wife has been chosen for Reahile and I must deal with it. I know who I’m dating and I must be realistic about it. He is a soccer player for one of the biggest teams on this continent. He is an LLM student at Tholoana Kingdom University. He is a prince. And he is a catch. I don’t want to drive myself crazy with unrealistic expectations, so I keep my walls up as much as I possibly can.
I will be driving back home with Khanyisa. She was here with me and she has met Rea. She keeps my secret, so it’s chilled. She sleeps in the bedroom upstairs that has its own walk-in closet and in suite bathroom. She lets me have sex, so I let her have the master bedroom. She just studies or watches TV or flirts with Thingo.
Rea and I sleep in the bedroom downstairs. It’s smaller and only has an in suite bathroom. The cupboards are here but there’s no walk-in closet. Apartments in Tholoana Kingdom are equivalent to modern duplexes in South Africa. Imagine what their duplexes look like. This country’s standard of living is expensive, but their economy is thriving and the government actually knows how to manage funds. Kazi and my dad have their own versions of how the money flows in this country, but whatever it is… it works.

I decide to wear powder blue jeggings and a white loose and simple t-shirt. I wear white sneakers and tie my afro into a high-up ponytail. The mixed-race gene that my father passed down to me makes my afro rich and huge.
Rea is packing mine and Khanyi’s bags into my car. He and Khanyi are also chatting away as I just do final checks to ensure that we haven’t left anything. I know Rea sometimes comes here when we are in South Africa. He has a key. Apparently, he comes here for peace.
“HEY!!!!!” Mohato and Mohale arrive and make a noise.
I just laugh and greet them with a hug.
Mohale is always with the older brothers. They are here with Tholoana as well.
“You leaving already?” Mohato asks me.
“We are. We were supposed to leave last night already.” I say.
“You won’t be making it to practice today? You know they only let me kick a ball when they see you.” Mohato says and I just laugh.
Mohato is not good at soccer AT ALL. He’s terrible. We all tell him to quit – including his twin fathers. He and Rea are twins by the way. But shame, he perseveres. He’s good for the energy in the team because he talks too much. But, he’s really bad. The coach asks me everyday for permission to fire him. No other team wants him, so he can’t even be sold.
Rea is not hot neither. He is an essential dangerous defender that gets played every game, but he’s no Yaya Mbatha or Tee-le Serame. He is that player that has a thankless job at the back and no one will shine light on because he doesn’t score important goals. But he’s fine with it. Also, Rea plays sports as a recreational activity. This is not his entire career. It doesn’t mean as much to him as it does to the whole team. He has an office in government waiting for him as soon as he gets his doctorate degree in law, specializing in policy and political law. He is smart. He is yummy and I love spending time with his nerdy self.

I’m finally saying goodbye to my boyfriend as Khanyi chats to the other three Mohale brothers.
“Will you phone me as soon as you guys get home?” Him.
His arms are wrapped around my waist and my arms are wrapped around his neck. He is quite tall so I’m looking up to him.
“I will, baby. I promise.”
“I’m going to sleep here tonight. I’m busy working on my dissertation. This place is close to the NFR village, so practice is right here. I can literally jog there then jog back after practice and put in some work… and miss you.”
“You are welcome to stay here as long as you need. As long as you don’t bring whores in here.”
“I’d never disrespect you like that. I love you, Rofhiwa.”
Yoh!
He also sees the shock on my face.
“I really do.” He says and kisses me.
“But why?” I ask him.
“Because I do. And you don’t have to say it back. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.”
He does seem a bit down that my response was “why”.
“I can’t move up here, babe. My dad needs me.” I say.
“For what? That man is married, Rofhiwa.”
“Us being around each other makes it easier to deal with my mom being gone.”
“Your mother passed away before you could even have a memory of her and your dad is remarried with three more kids with the woman he loves. You can’t possibly still be using your mother as a crutch for not living your own life.”
I hate it when he becomes such an asswhole.
I just push him away from me and get into my red Mercedes Benz GLC coupe.
“Rofhiwa”, he starts.
“Fuck off, Reahile.”
Now everyone is looking at us.
“I didn’t mean to –
I just drive off!

We are an hour into our drive when Khanyi initiates conversation. I think she was quiet because I was emotional over what Rea said to me. Should I really be over my mom’s existence at this point? She passed when I was three and I know that I barely have a memory of her… but a part of me is mourning the fact that I never got to know her. Fikile is the mother that I’ve always known. I may have met her when I was a teenager, but before her, it was just my father and me. He probably had other women, but none of them were ever revealed to me. Maybe I’m also confused about how I really feel, but he had no right to say what he said to me.
“My mom phoned me”, Khanyi says.
Ay, that woman!
“Did you tell Kazi?” I ask her.
She shakes her head.
“What does she want?” I ask.
“Money. She never phones me for anything else except for needing money. If I tell Kazi, she will tell my dad and you know Sibongiseni Mbatha will unleash the fires of hell on her.”
We both laugh.
“What’s the plan with that, Khanyi? Your mother that is.” I ask her.
“Honestly, I don’t know. But I do have to speak to Kazi about this. Truly.”
“She’s your mother. And she’s alive. Don’t turn your back on her. I’d really like to have one moment with my mom – just one. Just to ask her more about herself so I can also know who Lydia Ramaru is outside of everything that everyone tells me about her.”
She’s quiet.
“Rea and I fought. He wants me to live in Tholoana Kingdom permanently.” I say.
“Yoh wena, what are you going to say to papa? You know he thinks we are going to become nuns one day. Maybe wait for Ranwedzi to start dating then Kazi will fight papa for us. You know it’s fine for the boys to date, but not us.”
We both laugh. We call my dad papa and her dad baba.
After we laugh, I say, “Is it weird that I still think we make it through my mom’s death by having each other? And if I leave, he could… I don’t know…”
“I think papa loves Kazi. I think he will be fine if you lived your life.” She says.
It’s difficult for me to accept this.
“What if he forgets about me if I leave the house?” I say.
“How? He loves you. You are his first daughter. He will never forget about you. Ever. Kazi didn’t replace your mom, Fifi. Me or the boys can never replace you. People grow and move on. It’s life and it’s okay.”
I nod my head. I am feeling a bit emotional.
“Maybe you should go see your mom at the grave and find your closure. Maybe also talk to papa and tell him how you are feeling. Above it all… it’s okay to move on and start your own life.” She says.

We drive on and arrive home at midnight.

…

“Tee-le! Tee-le!” I call out to him.
To be a girlfriend in the game is no joke. I have to adapt to his routine. He is up by 4am and starts working out at 4H15. Thank God we have a gym in the house. It is his house really, I just visit a lot. Lies! I am here all the time – I even have a key.
After his workout, he needs to eat. Then he is off to work to make us money, and I go back to sleep to catch up on two more hours of sleep before starting my day.

My man, Remoletile Serame, is fondly known as Tee-le Serame. He is the vice-captain to the NFR Legends soccer team. He is rated as one of the best players in the league and in the country. His best friend, Uyanda Mbatha, is the captain of the team and is up there in the soccer charts like my man. “Yaya” is what we call him.
“Tee-le baby, you are going to be late”, I yell again.
This time, he comes running down the stairs and kisses me as he lands in the kitchen. My very attractive man. He makes my heart smile. He jumps onto the kitchen bar stoel and enjoys the breakfast that I serve him.

“Plans for the day?” He asks me.
“Nothing special, baby. Just helping my sister with some shopping for her wedding then I am headed to an aesthetics specialist for my skin peel. Mandisa has asked me to go to her doctor’s appointment with her, but I am busy. There will always be a next time with her. She sneezes and falls pregnant. I really cannot believe that she is pregnant again. Five children? Ngeke!” I tell him.
“Hawu baby, why are you saying ‘ngeke’? We are having seven children!” He says with a straight face. I do not know where he will be finding these seven baby-making machines, but those seven children are not coming from me. I do not even want one child.
“Right baby?” He persists with a smile on his face this time.
I giggle.
He stands up and makes his way to my side of the kitchen counter. He wraps his arms around me and we giggle about this baby thing.
“Seriously though baby, I would really like for us to start trying for a child”, he says.
“Remoletile, how can you talk to me about children when we are not even married yet?” I think this is a fair question.
“Marriage will come baby”, he says.
“And so will the children”, I tell him.
“Does marriage mean that much to you?” he asks as if I have just proposed marriage to him.
Honestly, marriage is the only way that I can secure my place in his life. A relationship with a soccer player is not enough insurance for me. Before Tee-le, I dated one of his former teammates. His name is Sizwe Mashale. Sizwe and I were engaged. Two weeks before our wedding, he got a knee-injury and was told that he would never be able to play professionally again.
I am Nobukhosi Thabethe. How on earth was I going to be able to stay in a relationship with a has-been soccer player making money off his Instagram following and some commentary here and there about what used to be his career?
So yes, marriage with Tee-le is important to me. I know that with him, he has more than just soccer. He has businesses. He has a plan B in case soccer does not work out. I am not letting him go. A bitch will have to murder me to get me out of Remoletile’s life. In this relationship, I am staying through the side-chicks and whatever else he comes with. I am not even going to sit here and lie to you about that.
I turn around and look at him. I smile at him. I kiss him. Maybe a baby is the insurance that I need to bag this one to the altar.
“Let’s make that baby tonight”, I tell him.
He smiles at me. He happily kisses me then hugs me, sealing the moment with a brief “thank you”.
…

I jog with my man every morning – especially when he is home after training camp. Meshack “Shack-attack” Twala and I have been married for three beautiful years now. I have loved every minute of being Mrs Reneiloe “Renay” Twala.
Not only am I fondly known to be the most spoiled wife in the country, but, I am further an entire brand. This brand has backed me in giving birth to my well-run Sports, Lifestyle, & Fashion magazine – Renay T. Renay T focuses on the WAGs of soccer players and the whole new world that this life brings. Renay T is an international fashion label comfortably found on handbags, sunglasses, purses, and lingerie. I am currently developing a sports underwear line and a sneaker line will soon follow that.
After being the mother to my brand, Renay T, and a wife to Shack-attack, I am a mother to 1 and a half children: I have a seven-year-old son – Lethukuthula (Lethu for short), and one on the way who should be landing in the next four months.
Thanks to my awful pregnancy this time around, I cannot run with hubby in the mornings, but we take evening walks together. I did say that I am the most spoiled wife.
The WAGs of the NFR Legends come together every Saturday morning for a meeting regarding the performance of our men on the field. We explore the options that we have to support our men and to make the game better for them. We are like an SGB, but for soccer players. We have fund-raising events and act like the mothers of grown ass men.
The cliques amongst the WAGs are very clear. There are those of us who actually have careers and do not have time to be chilling with those whose careers are their men. There is myself, Lando, Paula, and Carmen. I would like to include Rofhiwa Ramaru into this squad because she’s my kind of lady. But her relationship with Rea Mohale has not yet been confirmed and she treats everyone – except Rea and the players close to him, including the unskilled twin brother – like staff. I don’t like how she treats us like staff, but I can get with her consistency. She would be a valuable member of my squad.
We are all married and have been married for more than two years. That’s another thing with Rofhiwa, she’s not married. She is up the hierarchy with us because she is the boss. But, she’s an unconfirmed girlfriend who has been in Rea’s life for three months. Us married ladies who are within the circle that I have mentioned all have careers and our men have fallback business-sense plans for soccer retirement. We are also co-owners of an agency that we decided to open for soccer players. It works well actually.
I am experienced in media affairs and work well in the media space, so I run the publicity of the agency and the sportsmen that fall under us.
Lando is an accountant so she runs our finances. Carmen and Paula do the scouting and research.
We started this agency because the season of contract-renewal makes all of us nervous – including our men. We take initiative and scout teams for our men, then make the Legends management top the potential salary of the next team to keep our hubbies. It works. We find them endorsement deals and take care of their overall image and brands. All four of our men are top-earning soccer players with key positions.
My hubby, as I have mentioned, is Shack-Attack
Lando’s hubby is Manqoba “Nqoba” Sibalukhulu
Paula’s hubby is Leruo Tloung, the youngest son to one of the owners of the NFR Legends and one of the Tloung brothers – Dikwe Tloung the polygamist.
Carmen’s hubby is Jason Herreira – an international and world class soccer star. Rea Mohale is a dangerous and talented left back. He is one of many on the continent – not just the country. He doesn’t take soccer as seriously as the average soccer player does, but he’s a superstar and he’s extremely disciplined. Another reason why Rofhiwa belongs in our camp!

After our crew on the hierarchy, there are the Kardashian wives (this is what we call them). These wives are housewives that deserve a reality show. They get along with everyone and fight with everyone because they just have too much time on their hands. They have thus self-appointed themselves as relationship specialists. Gosh. These ‘Kardashian wives’ are famous for being famous and strategically married famous.
After them are the girlfriends who have been around and just do not seem to be making it down the aisle. This clique consists of Nobukhosi (famously known to have done her rounds in the team and collected a fair number in body-count amongst soccer players). She is the girlfriend to Tee-le Serame. Her two friends in the WAGs group are Thuli Mabote and Kate Johnson. Thuli is the fiancé to Uyanda “Yaya” Mbatha, and Kate is the girlfriend to Gabriel Dos Santos. You see what I mean about fiancés trying to find their fit? Why Thuli clicks with Kate and Khosi is honestly beyond me. These three – their careers are these men and the league. They are compulsively obsessed with the security that these men and the league bring. Thuli could fit into our crew quite well too. She used to have a career before Yaya made her quite her career and make him her entire career. I don’t know why she let him do that to her. She’s a smart and stunning woman who could actually be further in life without Yaya. I don’t say this about a lot of people. Her friendship with Khosi fascinates me the most because Tee-le Serame has always been in love with Thuli and it’s been a running joke for as long as I’ve known Shack. I have no doubt that Khosi is aware of this too. I don’t know how those two really feel about each other.
Lando, Paula, Carmen and I always pass on the “girls’ trip” that Thuli, Khosi and Kate plan every month. For people who take care of soccer players for a living, they go on too many vacations.
These are the only cliques that matter because as annoying as some may be, and as fabulous as some were born to be, these are the Wives And Girlfriends (WAGs) to the starting eleven of the Legends. The rest are honestly as irrelevant as their men are.

Tonight, the WAGs have an SGB kind of meeting to review what happened in Cape Town. Khosi’s whoring ass decided to make out with Thabang Sebata and he might be joining the legends soon. We don’t need another Sizwe Mashale incident. Please.

Paula, Lando, Carmen and I arrive in Lando’s car. She picked us up and we drove here together. We are actually the last to arrive and we find people already eating and having drinks.
We briefly greet everyone then settle down.
After our food arrives, Thuli starts off by inviting us to her step-son’s birthday party.
“You really throwing a birthday party for a child that your man made while cheating on you and whose mother is still a pest in your relationship?” Khosi addresses her BFF.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. You don’t have kids anyway, so vele what will you be doing there? This invitation was more to the mothers who will actually be bringing children to the party.” Thuli claps back and we all chuckle under our breaths. I did say that I don’t understand this friendship.
“Friend, all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t be rewarding Yaya for being such a slut and making you deal with the outcome of his whorish ways.” Khosi.
“Really? This coming from the bitch that made out with the captain of the CT Victors after they played a game against us?” Zarinah says.
“Hai wena, Zari! Ngathi uyaphapha nje! Your man barely gets five minutes of game time in a season.” Khosi.
We all laugh, but Zari claps back and says, “And that’s a significant factor to your slut ways how?”
Ja! This is how our meetings always start.
Zarinah is Mohato Mohale’s girlfriend. He is the most useless player in the team, yet his girlfriend is the most active WAG.
I’m not sure how I feel about Zari.
I’ve seen her forgive him for cheating TOO OFTEN. I’ve seen her defend the team on social media platforms – she even defends us, the WAGs. She’s a student at Tholoana Kingdom University and she’s studying a degree in data sciences. I know she’s interning in some company that does football stats, so she’s very clued up on the statistical ins and outs of soccer. So, she’s definitely not dumb. I’m just wondering why she’s dating a guy like Mo Mohale. Mo is arrogant. VERY ARROGANT.
He smells of privilege and he makes sure that no one forgets that he is a prince. He is not as hardworking as his twin brother, Rea Mohale. He is not as dedicated as his twin brother, Rea Mohale. I can see why Mo would want to be with Zari. She’s a stunning woman who is smart and makes him look good. She’s also from the UK, so the international sauce drips off her VERY WELL. She’s one of those whose parents relocated to the UK and thus resulting to her being born there. But her mother is Tanzanian and her father is Jamaican. I just don’t understand why she is with Mo.

“Khosi, is there a particular reason why you did what you did with Thabang?” Paula asks her.
“Tee-le and I spoke about this, so I don’t have to answer to anyone.” Khosi says.
“You made the team look bad and we were all questioned about it.” Paula.
“This is between Tee-le and I. It’s got nothing to do with you.” Khosi repeats.
“So this is your life? You just kiss and smash anything with a penis? As long as it benefits you? Sizwe Mashale was not enough?” Nomlando says.
Yoh.
“Sizwe? Really?” Khosi.
“Yes really. We all saw how you did him. We have not forgot. We’ve always made it clear that Tee-le should do better than you and we are not going to hide it from you now. You are a cancer in this circle, Khosi, and you don’t deserve to be with Tee-le.” Lando.
“Who deserves him, Nomlando? You?”
“Oh please!”
“Oh please? Man-Q is not as hot as he used to be. Maybe your eye has started wondering. We all know he beats you black and blue every night.”
“HAI KHOSI!” Everyone reacts to that statement. What’s wrong with this hoodrat?
“Is that funny to you? An abused woman? That’s something you throw at a person to justify the kind of slut that you are?” Zari. Like I said. I don’t know what my opinion is of her. She knows how to stand up for what’s right. She’s fearless about it. She’s just with the wrong man.
“Hai wena! Put your man in training camp before you talk to me.” Khosi says to her.
Zari has now jumped the table, spilled a drink on Khosi and has even yanked her wig off her head. Khosi’s cornrows are exposed and she’s still trying to gather herself. That’s another thing with Zari… she’s very quick with getting physical and no one is ever ready for her.
The bouncers of this very nice restaurant have now separated the two and there are cameras flashing our way. We already know this will be trending soon.
“Zari, I’m going to get you arrested wena.” Khosi.
“My man will have me out in five minutes, but you will still be the lowest scum of the earth. Who do you think you are throwing abuse in someone’s face like that? Especially after you whore around the way that you do?” Zari neh… people are WATCHING!!!
Khosi is walking away…
Without a wig…
And with a beaten-up face.
Kate is following her and Thuli is eating, not following her crew.
“Are you okay?” Thuli genuinely asks Lando.
“I don’t know what that whore is talking about. I’m fine.” Lando says.
We all suspect it. She’s never confirmed it, but ke…
“I’m really sorry about that”, Thuli says.
Lando nods her head.
“This damn hoodrat that grew up in the gutter”, Zari is still heated.
“Zari, sit down and tell us about Rofhiwa and Rea”, Lando says. She’s avoiding the situation.
We all start laughing and she does indeed sit down. She’s also just relaxing now that she’s fixed herself up.
“They are sleeping together. I don’t know if it’s serious”, Zari says.
“Is Rea into her?” Paula asks.
“He is. He’s asked her to move to Tholoana Kingdom. But she’s the one who’s the enemy of progress.”
“Maybe we can help… give her a push in the right direction. We can invite her to bring her baby brothers to my step-son’s birthday party”, Thuli says.
“Supported”, Paula says.
“But you know she treats us like staff.” I say.
“Give her a chance. She’s actually nice. I’ve actually hung out with her. She’s a closed-off individual, but once you break those walls, she’s the nicest person ever.” Zari says.
“So Zari will you extend the invitation for us?” Thuli.
“Let me phone her and put her on speaker.” Zari says as she dials her number. Maybe Zari should be in our clique. She’ll be useful to us and bring Rofhiwa closer to us.
“Hi Zari”. Rofhiwa answers her phone.
“Hey Fifi. Thuli invited us ladies to her step-son’s birthday party. She asked that I extend the invite to you too.” Zari.
“Why?” Rofhiwa mara.
“Why what?” Zari.
“Why am I invited. We are not exactly friends.” Rofhiwa.
“The ladies just want to get to know you, Fifi. That’s all it is. It’s really harmless.” Zari.
She takes a deep breath then says, “If I’m in Tholoana Kingdom, I’ll come. But I have school and work, so if I can’t get out of commitments then I won’t be able to come.”
“It’s this weekend … just before we all head to the Tloung wedding.” Zari.
“Okay. I’ll speak to Rea. Please text me the details.” Rofhiwa is… she thinks she’s above us. Her tone says it all.
“Will do. Bye babe.” Zari.
“Bye.”
Zari hangs up her line. She’s also slightly embarrassed. Rofhiwa is rude. We all look at her.
“Just give her a chance, guys. A chance… that’s all I’m saying.” Zari.
“Does she talk to you like that all the time?” Thuli asks a very valid question.
“No. My request just caught her by surprise.” Zari says.
Yoh!