I am officially heavily pregnant. Every sleeping position is just uncomfortable. Every day is just hot. I contemplate getting my pregnancy induced and having the baby tomorrow every day! My amazing husband is by my side everyday – even when he has no idea what to do, he is just there and I remember why I chose to marry my ‘Shack Attack’.

“Love, I am getting the movie ready. Are you coming?” Shack yells.
“I am coming”, I yell back.

I waddle my way downstairs. I miss my son, Lethu, so much. He is in KZN with Meshack’s parents. He loves it there. I guess playing with other kids (on the dusty streets) until after dark and coming back home looking like he just took a bath in mud beats staying in a golf-estate house with just your parents. He goes to KZN during school holidays. His grandparents are obsessed with him. My parents have to settle for weekends. Luckily for me, my parents are an hour drive away from us.
I finally arrive in the TV room. My man has set up a picnic for me. He bought new cushions for my back and new leg rests. He is so sweet. This guy is going to make me cry. Has he not noticed how emotional I get these days?
“Baby, this is so beautiful. You are making me cry”, I say as I sob.
“You are Mrs Twala. Only the best is good enough for you. I got you your favourite food as well. I just want you to be happy and satisfied, almost ready to deliver our second son”, he says.
“I wish it were a girl”, I say.
“Why?” he asks me.
“Because with two boys, I am practically going from soccer wife to soccer mom. My career in the league will never end”, I say.
He laughs.
He joins me on the couch and I wrap myself in his arms as we indulge in the hot wings.
“So apparently uYaya noThuli broke up”, I tell him.
He looks at me as if waiting for me to elaborate on the statement.
“Khosi posted it in the WAGs WhatsApp group”, I continue.
He shakes his head.
“I really hope Tee-le doesn’t marry that girl. He will be signing himself up for nonsense. He is too high profile to be associated with that classless girl with ghetto tendencies. Isn’t Thuli her friend? Thuli should be the last person she gossips about on a WhatsApp group. Thuli and Yaya were serious. They were engaged. Their break-up, even though it has been a long time coming, is not something to celebrate”, he says.
I look at him with utter shock. I have a million questions to ask. I start with the important one.
“What do you mean it has been a long time coming?”
“Yaya has met someone else. But she is not the reason for the break-up, Yaya and Thuli have always had issues regarding Yaya’s baby-mama and that naturally filtered to the relationship that Thuli had with Yaya’s son. That’s what made Yaya decide to not go through with the marriage”, Shack is saying all of this with no emotion at all. How can he keep such gossip from me, his wife? How?!
“Shack, who’s the new girl?” I need to know. This man has been walking around with such a good cup of tea and did not even let a drop spill.
He smiles at me.
“Do I know her?” I ask. Why is he giving me a sly look?
He giggles.
“Spill!” I demand.
“Can I trust that you will not tell anyone about this? Not even Lando, Carmen or Paula? Promise me!” him.
“Okay okay, I promise. Now spill the details”, I say.
“It’s Retshepile”, he says.
“Who the hell is Retshepile?” I ask. Who is that?
“The team’s new PR manager”, he says.
“Get the fuck out of town! The Bethlehem girl?!” me. I never saw that one coming.
“Yeah”, him.
I burst out into laughter.
“Thuli was dumped for a girl from bloody Bethlehem?!” I say as I laugh louder.
“She is a cool girl, babe. She is smart and considerate”, he says.
“Meshack, have you been hanging out with this girl too?” I ask him, still laughing.
“All I know is that the team has more investors now because of her work. Our salaries have significantly increased because of her work and influence. She is the first PR manager to actually come by to get to know us and re-shape the narrative of the club, the game and its players. She has been dynamite for the team”, he says.
He is raising good points. She is damn good at her job. I just did not know that she was just as brilliant at exiting women from their men’s lives.
“So is this thing between her and Yaya serious?” I ask him.
“It seems serious to me”, he says.
I ponder a bit and check her out on Instagram.
“But babe, look… she is engaged and she has a kid”, I inform him. She has her cheap ring and low-end fiancé all over her Instagram. Her kid looks old. Is this what these men are leaving us for now?
“We know. But it will be coming to an end soon”, he says.
“So Yaya is keen on becoming a step-father?” I ask. What the hell is this? Thuli does not deserve this.
“Yaya will be making her a step-mother as well”, he says. Good point. Still, I don’t know if I approve of this nonsense.
“Anyway, let’s focus on our own marriage sihlukane nezindaba zabantu. Let me give you a foot massage”, he says as he grabs my left foot.
“I can’t wait to deliver this baby. I actually don’t like being pregnant”, me.
“We are almost there, my love. Thank you for making me a father again. I love you”, him.

…

It has been a month since Yaya and I broke up. I keep calling him, trying to understand what happened. He does not take my calls. Yaya and I have fought before, but it has never been this bad. For him to kick me out? Then just ghost me? He even had my fingerprints deactivated from the biometric access into his estate and house. But Ndalo yena – she has access through and through. This is all Khosi’s fault. Uyaphapha. Had she not pulled that stupid stunt of hers when he went away with Phendu, I would still be with my man.

I have decided to go back home. I can no longer afford my apartment and car. I had to pick one. I chose my car. I made the stupid decision to stop working. Yaya has been paying for my flat and car ever since his career picked up and I took a break from mine. He has paid off my car – thank God. Where will I get money for petrol from though? Nobody knows. The flat was just rented. We never saw the need to buy it because I was going to move in with him officially after the wedding.
He is not taking my calls and he blocked me on social media, so I cannot even reach out to him to make an arrangement regarding the flat. I wish he ghosted Ndalo the same way that he is ghosting me. We would have never had problems if he did. My biggest mistake was not giving him a child. Had I also gave him a child, maybe we would still be on speaking terms?
The WAGs do not talk to me neither. They do this to all girlfriends who leave the pack of WAGs. Khosi ruined my engagement then blasted me on the WhatsApp group for Lando to remove me from the group.
I feel so alone.
I feel so rejected.
I feel so heartbroken.
I do not know how to fix this.
“Thulisile, come have porridge, sisi”, my mother calls me.
I get up from my bed and wipe my tears. I make my way to the kitchen. My mom’s house is smaller than my three-bedroom flat. There are only two bedrooms here. I sleep with my mom in her room and my brother sleeps in the other room. We have a garage where we have a fastfood/spaza shop situation going on. My mom sells kotas, chips and any other ghetto meals you can think of –yes, plate included. She also sells soda and other essential foods for the house.
“Mama, why don’t you expand your business? You should have a food truck and sell food at home affairs or something. Then la ekhaya, we renovate and make it a chill spot of some sort where people will enjoy their meals?” I suggest.
“And who would run it, nana? I do have money saved up that I would like to invest. I don’t want you and your brother to suffer when I die. I want to leave you with a legacy so you don’t have to work for anyone else in life. But I didn’t go to school. I don’t know these business things. I need all the help I can get”, she says.
“I also have money saved up. I’d love to contribute. Let me make some calls then we can make it happen”, I say.

I never spent my payout money after I resigned. I just invested the bulk of it and put the rest into savings. Yaya did everything for me. I even saved some money that he had given me. I have about R1 700 000 to my name. I might as well grow my mom’s business. I am hoping the people I have met have not alienated me as well.

“How are you doing, nana? I know it’s not easy for you to be back home and have lost Uyanda. He had become a big part of your life”, my mom says.
“I just don’t understand what happened, mah. And not understanding is what is driving me crazy. I keep thinking it may be because of Khosi and the stunt she pulled. But that wouldn’t drive Yaya to cut me off like this. Then I replay what he said about me not wanting his son. I don’t get that because I have really tried with Phendulile. My issue was with Phendulile’s mom, not Phendulile. We’ve had fights about Phendulile’s mother and how it affects Phendulile, but none of them have ever resulted to him cutting me off. Something just doesn’t make sense, mah. It feels like I am dealing with a whole new Uyanda Mbatha that I have never met before”, I explain. I am crying again.
“I think you should move on with your life, nana. It is very clear to me that Uyanda had taken over your entire life. You don’t even remember who you were before Uyanda. Maybe this is an opportunity for you to take a journey back to that beautiful and strong woman who was ready for the world whether the world was ready for her or not. I am your mother. I am here to help you. I love you. I support you. I am not going anywhere”, my mother comforts me.
“Thulisile, can I use your car?” my brother barges into the kitchen and barks. He is not even asking in a nice way.
“No”, I say without even asking what he needs it for.
“Yini ngawe? That car has been parked for a week. You not even using it. Ngishaya iround nje la la la elokshini”, he says.
“It’s not parked there waiting for you. It’s my car. Leave it alone”, I say.
“Tjo! You? An M2. With what money? You don’t own an M2. That is Yaya’s car. We are just waiting for him to come and collect it one of these days”, he says.
These words pierce my heart so badly.
“Lindani, please go open the shop”, my mom says as an attempt to intervene.
Lindani leaves to open the shop as per instruction.
My mother watches me cry and I see her fall apart as I cry harder.
How the hell did I get here?
…
“Hello”, he answers his phone after two rings.
I thought I would start making those calls I promised my mom I would make. He is the one person whom I know can help me.
“Thuli, ushup?” him.
“Yeah. I need your help and advice please”, I say.
“I really don’t want to get involved in yours and Yaya’s mess”, he says.
“No, that’s not why I am calling. I have made a decision to close that chapter in my life”, I say.
“Oh. That’s good. I am happy for you”, he says.
“Thanks. I want to expand my mom’s business. I know one of your businesses focus on turning township businesses into organisations. Can you please help us? We have the money to do it”, I explain.
“I’d love to be involved. The season is still on, so I won’t be able to get to Mpumalanga until the end of the season”, he says.
“Tee-le, I wouldn’t be asking if I had options. I trust you. Please make time”, I say.
He is quiet.
“Is this your new number?” he asks.
“Yeah. Yaya closed my cellphone contract, so I work on airtime now”, I tell him.
“Ok, I’ll see what I can make happen for you”, him.
“Thank you so much. Tee-le, I know this is a big ask, but please don’t mention this to Khosi. After the way she handled my situation, I’d rather she knew nothing about me at all from this point forward”, I request.
“I hear you. Don’t worry, we good. Bye for now”, him.
“Shup”, me.
We hang up.
…

What better way to start your morning than gracing yourself with good morning jams of Anita Baker’s Caught up in the rapture of love? I have just returned to Tholoana Kingdom, Taung, after working in South Africa, Mafikeng, for the past two years, i.e. since I graduated.
I will admit that I got incredible exposure and a wealth of experience. But I am a city girl, and you can never take the city out of me. When I bagged my job in Tholoana Kingdom, I sprinted for the opportunity and am now gracefully tucked into my one-bedroom apartment in Taung that costs me a rental fee of R11900. After paying off my R11900 rent and R9200 for my BMW 1 series, I go through the month literally living hand-to-mouth. I have no idea how my peers are practically living it up. Everything in Tholoana kingdom is expensive. I do miss the humble life of Mafikeng where half of what I am earning went a long way. Now, double of what I earned in Mafikeng is giving me less of a life than that I lived in Mafikeng.

Tshepi recently moved up to Tholoana Kingdom to be the PR manager for the NFR Legends a few months ago. She did amazing at launching Thabang Sebata to the NFR Legends’ supporters and brand. She has always been great at what she does and that is how she attracts these kinds of opportunities. She needs to introduce me to that Thabang Sebata. I wouldn’t mind having him in my company and locking him down before he finds himself a WAG.
Tshepi and I met in university and we have been close ever since. Tshepi soon had a baby then she and her man got engaged. When I heard that she moved up to Tholoana Kingdom, I was excited to reach out to her and hang out again. I believe that she left her daughter and hubby at home. We are meeting up today. I just have to run a few errands and pay off some bills, buy groceries for my mother’s house, then Tshepi and I will meet up for drinks and I can convince her that I am the one for Thabang Sebata.
…
As I am driving back to my flat with the intention to shower and get ready for my meeting with Tshepi, she calls me and I answer her call through my Bluetooth connection.
Me: “Hey Tshepi”
Tshepi: “Dini… ushup friend?”
My name is Dineo, but everyone calls me Dini.
Me: “I am well friend, how are you?”
Tshepi: “I am great. Listen babe, we will not be able to just do drinks today. The NFR Legends are playing today and I have to be there to manage the PR of today’s game. I got you tickets for the VVIP box though. You will be in there with the WAGS, investors, and owners of the team. Then after the game, we can paint the town red. Just wear nice jeans. I am hooking you up with a supporter’s t-shirt and sweater.”
I am so excited.
Me: “Sure babe! Just tell me where I should meet up with you and by when?”
Tshepi: “Please meet me at the NFR Legends stadium. The game is there. Tell me when you are close and I will have someone take you to your reserved parking where I will meet up with you okay?”
Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness!
Me: “See you just now friend”.
After I hang up, I put in the NFR Legends Stadium in Waze and it takes me straight to the stadium. I will sort out my bills and black tax tomorrow.
Good God, this stadium is massive. I phone Tshepi as per her instruction. It is so full; I cannot even see where the entrance is and where the exit is. I see a Golf 7 R flash lights at me. The registration number is MBATHA TK. Then I see Tshepi jumping out of the driver’s seat and she waves at me. I am so confused. Why is she climbing out of Uyanda Mbatha’s car?
I get out of the car and wave at her with half a smile.
“FOLLOW ME!” She yells.
I get back in the car. I follow her to an exclusive underground parking lot. My little 1-series feels so out of place in this parking space. The cars in here are all kinds of goals. I park next to Tshepi’s MBATHA TK Golf 7 R. We climb out of our respective cars and hug each other with so much excitement.
I must ask: “Friend? And then? MBATHA TK? E reng Number 7 R mo ngwaneng?”
She giggles and says, “Uyanda is a good friend. There is nothing there. Here, wear this t-shirt”.
She throws a black NFR Legends t-shirt that is almost identical to hers. This is the latest t-shirt for the team – this season’s t-shirt. These things are expensive, but are nice. I like it.
I quickly take off the white t-shirt that I am wearing and wear the one she hands me. I grab my handbag, lock my car, and follow Tshepi. We briefly chat about this and that, that and the other, and all that other jazz. We go up an elevator that opens up at the VVIP box with very rich people wearing Legends supportive gear, drinking alcohol and eating expensive food. The mood is incredibly vibrant.
Tshepi: “Will you be okay?”
Me: “Yeah, sure. Go do your thing, girl”.
What else could I say?
Tshepi: “I will come and check up on you, okay?”
Me: “Sure thing, boo”.
Tshepi leaves.
I find my way to a side plate and I start dishing up for myself then grab a glass of champagne. I decide to find a seat in a corner and settle there, placing my little plate and champagne glass on the cute table next to my seat; each seat has its cute little table attached to it.
“Mind if I join you?” A male voice startles me.
I look up and just smile.
“Hi”, he says.
“Hello”, I respond.
“I am Tyson Archibald”, he says.
No, that cannot be real. Tyson Archibald the multi-billionaire? This man is so rich that no one even knows what he does anymore. My boss always says Tyson wakes up, sneezes, and gets paid. I wish I had that kind of luck.
“And you are?” He says, noticing that I am shocked to be in his presence.
“Dini. Dineo, but Dini for short”, I tell him.
He settles down next to me with a bottle of beer in his hand. Wow, rich people drink Castle Lager too. A whole ngud, my friend. Nto ebabang jwalo?! All these pretty WAGs, sitting in their cliques and have not given me the time of day, are looking at me very suspiciously because of this man who has settled next to me. Why isn’t it Thabang Sebata though?!
“So Dini, you have come to support a boyfriend? There is no ring, so I know whoever he is, he is not a husband yet” Tyson.
I giggle. I wish I could say yes. But I’d want that boyfriend to be Thabang.
“I actually came here to support my friend. She is the PR manager of the team. So she is working and I am here waiting for our girls’ night out”, I tell him.
“You are friends with Retshepile Sedibe? Wow. You are beautifully acquainted, Miss Dini”, he says.
“How are you affiliated to the team?” I ask him.
“I am one of the owners of the team”, he responds and gulps down his beer.

Tyson is a very well-groomed 52-year-old white man. He has a youthful smile though. I can see why his wife, Mrs Natasha Archibald, chooses to wake up next to him everyday. He has power written all over his aura. He dresses incredibly well – super stylish.

“Are you checking me out?” He asks.
I am suddenly embarrassed and look away.
“Let’s get out of here and get to know each other a little better”, he says.
“Friend, are you still okay?” Tshepi says. She is out of breath shame.
Before I can respond to her, she looks at Tyson and says, “Tys, hey. It is good to see you. I see you have met my friend. Thanks for keeping her company”.
“I was actually suggesting that we go out and get to know each other a bit better you know. We will all meet up at the after party”, Tyson says.
“That’s perfect. Plus Dini, you don’t even like soccer. We will definitely see each other a bit later then. Have fun, okay?” Tshepi says then leaves me.
This entire conversation happened over my head. Wow.
Tyson stands up and asks for my hand. He leads me to his Maybach. His driver comes out of his seat to open the door for the both of us. I keep telling myself to not be so dumb-struck. I must just act chilled. I am not new to money. Sure, I have never been in a bloody Maybach before – no normal girl next door has, but I drive a bloody BMW and I live in a bloody monthly rented R11900 apartment in Taung. This man will respect my hustle. I am doing just okay for a 30-year-old. When I am 52 years old, I will be on his level too.

“You comfortable?” He asks.
No, shit!
“It’s just a car Tyson. I have one too. I know how to be comfortable in a car”, I tell him.
He giggles.
I sing along to the Zonke music playing (which I believe has everything to do with the driver) and he watches me do so. He giggles. I smile.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask him.
“Somewhere nice”, he says.
“I don’t want to go somewhere nice”, I tell him.
“Where would you like to go?” He asks.
“Somewhere where I will be able to get to know you better. You did say that we left the game to get to know each other better, didn’t you?” Me.
“Okay”, he accepts my challenge.
He texts something on his phone and I feel the car u-turn, seemingly to change directions.
…
I am woken up by Tyson’s scent almost overbearingly hovering over me.
“Good evening beautiful”, Tyson announces.
“Good evening?” I ask. I realise that the sun is setting. I jump and search for my phone. I see 20 missed calls from Tshepi.
“No no no. She must be so worried”, I panic.
“She had Yaya phone me. I told her that you are okay and that you will phone her when you wake up. She also said that I should tell you that she and Yaya have your car”, he tells me.
“But I have my car keys. How is that even possible?” I ask. What is this man saying?
“I take it this is your first time in Taung. Let’s just say that men such as Yaya can turn any object into a spare key”, he says.
“They broke into my car?” I ask, shocked.
“Something like that – but in a good way. Otherwise a stranger would have, then you would never see your car again”, him.
I am quiet.
I look around to see where we are, and I see that we are parked in front of a hotel. Great, so we came here to have sex. Or is that what he meant when he said that we are getting to know each other better?
“Where are we?” I ask him.
“Shall we?” He asks with that hypnotic smile of his again.
He gets out of the car and opens the door for me. I step out and step onto the pavement. I jump on his back and he runs to the hotel door. He is no Bangz Sebata, but I can do with whatever money he will leave me with after fucking him. The hotel is nice – a bit old, but really nice. It has a vintage feel to it.
I am trying to stop myself from being so struck, but this honey, this man…
“This was the first hotel that I ever owned. My parents bought it for me as a gift for my twenty-first birthday”, he begins.
“Your parents bought you a hotel for your twenty-first birthday? How spoiled were you?” I ask him. Where they do that at?
“They were investing in the legacy that I have now successfully grown further. It’s what you do when you want to create generational wealth”, he says.
Excuse us and our black tax.
“Where is your mother now?” I ask the 52-year-old man whose mother is probably dead.
“She passed away”, he says. I thought as much.
“This place is incredible, truly. Why isn’t it being used for business purposes? I don’t see any guests roaming around the hotel.” Me.
“It has sentimental meaning. I use it to host people that I do business with who live outside of the country. I host them here for free just to be hospitable.” Him.
Must be nice.
“Please, show me around”, I ask him with the greatest smile on my face.
“Really? You sure?” He says, excited, but obviously reflecting that he has BEEEEN waiting for an opportunity to show off this hotel.
“Yes please! Show me around”, I say, giggling and excited.
He grabs my hand and we tour the hotel.

“This was painted by a really great artist that was friends with my father. It is a portrait of when my mother was about seven months pregnant with my sister. She died at birth, and this picture was kept as the only memory that we have of her”, he says as a painting catches my eye on my way up the stairs to the fourth floor of this hotel.
“It is beautiful. I am sorry about your sister”, I say.
“I never understood why my parents could not get over her. I mean, we never even got to meet her. But when my wife miscarried our children, I think I began to understand what it must have been like to lose her. My parents are lucky, they still had me. My wife cannot even hold one child to full term”, he says. My heart is suddenly filled with sombre.
“I am really sorry, Tyson. About your sister and your wife”, I say. He just looks at the portrait, then takes my hand. We walk up the stairs and I see the rest of the hotel. We then head out onto the balcony of one of the rooms. There is a mini stream running on the far end. This place really is incredible.

He wraps his arms around me and says, “Tell me about yourself”.
What a setting to be having an interview. I have the whole land displayed in front of me, fragranced with fresh air and customised in silence. Could this possibly be an interview to get the land back?
“Well, I am Dineo Lehoko. I was born and raised in the Township of Bupe right here in Tholoana Kingdom, Mobu to be specific. I am a township girl who went to regular schools and received education that could be received by anyone really. My primary schooling and high schooling was in the township, but I worked hard to get bursaries and receive quality education in university. That is how I became a Tholoana Kingdom University graduate. I am the youngest of three. I have two older sisters. My eldest sister married her way into the Taung life and is now a successfully well-taken care of housewife. The middle sister has just always made weird decisions in her life and now she has resorted to running away from home. Her daughter lives with my mother. I take care of both of them. I buy them groceries every month, pay my niece’s school fees, that kind of stuff. I want her to get better than we all did. I am proud of the fact that I have put her in a private school.” I tell him.
“That is beautiful. How is it that you made it out on your own and not through making wrong decisions or getting married to power?” He asks me.
“I guess I watched enough reality shows to know that I do have my options. I started associating myself with people who were at the level that I wanted to be at. I worked in my brother-in-law’s company over school holidays and networked a lot. I realised that if I kept the same company, I would not move towards something bigger than the position that I was born into. I made that decision and I ran with it. I have not looked back ever since. Now, I am a qualified doctor headed towards specialising and being a surgeon”, I say so proudly.
“I am proud of you. Congratulations. You really are the exception. Where is your father?” He asks me. I do not even get hurt anymore when people ask me this question.
“I don’t know. I have never even met him. My mom says he left when she was pregnant with me. The only father figure that I know is my middle sister’s father. He really loved my mother. My mother cheated on him with my father and he still stayed. My mom chose my father over him and when my father chose his wife and children, my sister’s father came back and helped my mother raise me. Ntate worked in the mines. Unfortunately, he passed away. When I started practicing my medicine, my mother told me that my biological father is a doctor. He is a surgeon too. I always wonder if I will ever bump into him, but then I remind myself that he left and chose a life that didn’t include me, so I don’t care anymore”, I say. I am actually hurt. I had no idea that my dad’s rejection affected me this way.
Tyson turns me around and hugs me. For some strange reason, I am comforted.
…
Tyson and I drive back to Taung. It is morning and we slept in different rooms. Not sex detected between us, thanks. I wonder where this man’s wife is. And shame, I am not going to ask.
We drive to an estate, Blue Valley. He phones someone and asks for a code to enter at the gate. He punches the code in and we drive in. We drive around the area for a while, then park in front of a cute house. I hope this is not one of his million houses.
He gets out of the car and opens the door for me. He takes my hand and I immediately assume that if this is one of his many houses, his wife clearly does not live in this one. We walk to the door, he knocks twice then walks in.
I see Tshepi and instantly let go of his hand. Tshepi saw the locked hands and she giggles. She walks towards me with her arms open to receive me in a hug and says, “Hello gorgeous. I am glad to see you are well-taken care of”.
I do not say anything. Her house is really nice. She really is living it up. She is wearing blue jeggings, a white Legends tank top, and is walking barefoot. Her weave is loose. Two seconds after our hug, Yaya comes walking down the passage. He gives Tyson a handshake, then briefly smiles at me, saying hi.
“Yaya, this is my girl, Dini. Dini, this is Yaya”, Tshepi says.
“Lovely meeting you, Yaya”, I say.
“Likewise”, Yaya replies.

So Yaya and Tshepi are a thing? What about her daughter and her baby-daddy? What exactly is going on here? I guess she has the same question about Tyson and me.

“I will be on my way now. Please take care of yourself”, Tyson says.
I just smile and nod. Yaya walks Tyson out. Tshepi and I are left alone.
“So, are you going to tell me where the two of you went?” Tshepi wastes no time.
“I will. Right after you tell me why you are so comfortable in Yaya’s house as if you are not about to get married to your baby-daddy”, I say.
“Girl, it is complicated”, she says.
“As long as you know what you are doing, Tshepi. Phatsi’s father is a good man. If you want to be with Yaya then shup. But let it be for the right reasons. This life is attractive. The bling is in the right place and the pearls drape what they should, but it doesn’t make it authentic. Be careful”, I tell her.
She just continues to make breakfast.
“So, you and Tys?”
“Agh man, he’s just an old man interested in young cookies. But he just went to show me his old hotel and tell me about his past. We spoke about deep stuff. I don’t want to be naïve and say that we connected, but we may have done so. But, I already have a man.”
She looks at me, shocked.
“Ladies”, Yaya says as he comes into the house and sits on a high kitchen chair next to me.
“Hey. So Dini was still telling me about her man.” Tshepi says.
They both look at me smiling.
“His name is Bangz.” I say.
They look at each other.
“Bangz?” Yaya enquires.
“Bangz Sebata.”
The shock on their faces!
“So, if he does have a WAG in progress, she better start counting her last days in his life because after the two of you organise an introduction between us, the bitch will be ghost.” I say.
They could not have laughed any louder and harder. At the very least, I hope that they took me seriously.