“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I don’t know why but I was expected some ugly son of a mgodoyi. When he mentioned his son was conceived during a one-night-stand I didn’t expect to see such a fine brother. Most kids who were conceived during one night stand come out ugly or stupid. If you are ugly or stupid, demand answers from your mother mtase. The same goes for kids conceived under the influence of ‘imbiza’. If you don’t believe me go to places such as Manguzi in KZN. Alex was a bit old but whenever I took a closer look at him I could see he was a charmer during his youth days. Maybe that was the reason his one night stand produced something positively different. The guy headed straight to my side. His eyes were glued at me like a fly eyeing a winter $hit. I wanted to open the window but my hand froze. Alex went “he is my son. I can see you are charmed. It runs in the family blood”. Mxm his stupid words made me regain the control of my senses. I opened the window and nigger handed me some box to pass to his father. I almost dropped it because I was shaking. He went “my name is Nightboy Mboweni. You must be Sharon Letsoalo. My father speaks highly of you”. I tried to control myself but failed. His name was the funniest thing I have heard in age. I know Tsonga parents give their kids funny names but that one took the cup. He asked me why I was laughing and I decided to be honest with him. I told him his name was the funniest thing I ever heard. Luckily he didn’t get offended. I think he was used to people laughing at his funny name. I think he was given the name because he was a product of one-night-stand. It kinda made sense. His father went “Nightie, don’t even think about it. This person might be your mother tomorrow and you are busy flirting with her. Where are your manners little man?”. He told his father that he was not flirting but being friendly to his future family. He asked to use his father’s phone to make a call. Alex gave him the phone and nigger shifted a bit to make a call. It took him about 3 minutes. I don’t know why but nigger kept smiling like someone who just landed his hand on something he wanted badly.
Alex and I are left. I went “why do you say your son is a player? He appeared like a pretty cool dude to me”. Alex laughed and told me he was disappoint I fell for his son’s fake act. I decided not to ask further questions. I didn’t want him to see I was charmed. One common mistake sugar baes make is making their sugar daddies jealous. When niggers get jealous they don’t spend to their maximum potential. I didn’t want to ruin my chances of being rewarded accordingly. I went “babe, where is the surprise? You said you have a surprise for me”. He told me to be patient. From Centurion we drove to Sunnyside. I asked why we were driving to Sunnyside and he told me to relax and stop asking endless questions. He directed me to park the car at Joubert Street, right in front of the flat I used to stay at with Kea. Seeing the place made me think of the bad naughty days. I asked if he knew someone there. He went “this will be your new home. The apartment ….i think on the 4th floor is owned by one of my business associates. It has been empty for quite some time. He told me I can use it. So it’s gonna be your home until I find you a suitable townhouse in Midrand or Centurion”. I was so happy I was finally getting my freedom. I asked if I would be staying alone and he went “no you will be staying with my wife and our kids. Yes dummy, you will be staying alone. I don’t want to sneak in anymore. You must tell Marcus you are moving out when he comes back. Now we just have to go buy you a suitable bed. I don’t want to sleep on an old bed. There rests of the things are there….fridge, tv and alles”. The security guard at the gate remembered me very well. I acted as if it was the first time I saw him. I didn’t want Alex to know I used to stay there. We went up to the apartment and I loved it. The TV and fridge were huge. I agreed with Alex that I needed a new bed. We went to the CBD to buy a new bed and grocery. I wanted to go fetch my stuff at Phillip Nel but Alex told me to take things one step at a time.
“You still have a lot to learn about life. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you my little girl. I might die tomorrow and you will need Marcus. You need to sit down with him and explain you want to learn to be independent. Don’t just move out without his permission. Do you hear me?” He made sense, the last thing I wanted was to burn bridges. After buying everything Alex wanted a shag. My phone rang while he was trying to touch me. It was a private number. It was a number I didn’t know. I wanted to ignore it but Alex told me to answer. I answered and the caller went “please don’t hung up. It’s Nightie….Nightboy. I stole your number from my father’s phone. If you are still with him please just pretend you are talking to a girl”. Lol hayi some families are full of mawaza straight. I went “hey girl, how are you? Long time no see hle. I miss you”. Nightie told me he has not stopped thinking about me since I left Centurion. He went on and on about how charmed he was and the fact that I shouldn’t be wasting time with an old man like his father. I went “so when do you want us to meet girlfriend? I am with bae in Sunnyside right now but I am sure he won’t mind to let me go have fun with my favourite girl”. Nightie told me he would send me an SMS with details of where to meet. I was like “cool girlfriend. I am so looking forward to seeing you again”. After the call I told Alex one of my old friends wanted to meet for drinks. He was like “if it’s a girl you can go. I don’t mind. As long as you promise she won’t hook you up with other men”. I smiled and told him I was on my periods so there was no way I was gonna do something stupid. That was my way of not wanting to sleep with Alex. He went “periods? Are you sick or what? You were on periods not long ago mos. Why are you always licking? Awunyi perhaps?”. I told him my cycle was irregular due to hormonal imbalances. I don’t even know what I meant by that. It sounded like a good thing to say and nigger believed me.
Alex asked me to drop him at Gautrain Station. I told him I didn’t mind to drive to Sandton. He told me not to stress. I think he was angry he didn’t get laid. He was probably going to another side chick. Sugar daddies are not the type to stick to one girl. They normally have more than 3. When you start being tjatjarag they cut you off just like that. While driving Alex to Gautrain station I received an SMS from Nightie telling me he was on his way to Sunnyside. He told me to meet him at Cubana. I was glad he chose a decent place to meet. I wasn’t gonna go had he chosen a place like KFC or Stevovo. Sometimes a girl must have class. I dropped Alex at the station and immediately headed to Phillip Nel. I wanted to wear something for Saturday night, if you know what I mean. Competition is tough at Cubana. You don’t wanna go there looking like you are visiting your catholic grandmother. After about 30 minutes Nightie called to tell me he was at Cubana. I told him to give me about 30 minutes because I was still sorting out some issues. I took a quick shower. I rocked my black Sissy Boy pants and a white top. I just wanted to look simple nyana. I didn’t wanna make Sunnyside crowd feel small lol. I rocked my heels and off I went. I called Alex told ask him about the car. I was like “now that I won’t have access to Marcus’ car what’s gonna happen? I don’t wanna be a pedestrian”. Nigger went “we will talk when you are done with your periods. Bye bye”. Lol he was being so petty shem. I decided to let it go. When I got to Sunnyside I texted Nightie to tell him I was around. He directed me to where he was sitting. I loved his fashion game…formal shoes, pants and a slim fit shirt. He looked like Woolies food. He was drinking Hennessy and I ordered wine. I was craving red wine. He got shocked when I told him I stayed with Marcus. He thought I stayed with Marcus because of his father. I had to explain the whole situation to him. He told me he wasn’t really close to his father’s family, one of the reasons he didn’t go to the funeral. He asked what I was doing with an old man and I went “he takes good care of me. It has nothing to do with love. I sleep with him and he gives me money”. My answer caught him off guard. I think he expected me to defend my decision to ride an older guy like most girls do. I asked if he was seeing someone. He went “I am with a psycho baby mama but things are not going well”. I was not surprised, most relationships crumble after the birth of a baby. It has become very fashionable. Soon there will be more stepparents than parents. His company wasn’t boring. We chilled at Cubana until around 9pm. He went “I think we should change the spot. I feel like dancing. Let’s go to TopFlo. I seconded his suggestion. Immediately after exiting Cubana a female voice went ….
“Our baby doesn’t have nappies and you are here gallivanting with yellow bones!!!!! Ko mo trappa a nyele right in front of you”
WTF…BOOOOOM!!!!!!
THE END
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LETTERS SECTION
Dear Sharon,
I am a girl aged 25. I was raised well with Christian values and I still live by them. All boyfriends I had in the past were guys I met at church. They all played me like a Yoyo. All of them cheated on me with different church girls. Early this year I met some dude and what started as an innocent friendship became a serious relationship. He treats me like a princess. Problem is the guy is an atheist. I tried to convert him but failed. He drinks and smokes weed. Sometimes when he is high he would say things like God doesn’t exist blah blah blah. I get hurt because I believe my God is alive and everywhere. Another thing is my parents expect me to marry a Christian brother. I know they will never accept an atheist. This whole situation is stressing me. I really don’t know what to do. Please advise me.
Kind regards,
Lucille, Nkowankowa