“I love those who can smile in trouble…” – Leonardo da Vinci
“Chomi, I am at the salon doing my hair and I don’t have money to pay. On top of that I still owe her R4000 for the Brazilian weave I did last month. Donny promised to send me money but as always his promises came to zero. My mom sent me R2000 for food and girls stuff but I used my money to buy a dress and heels. I don’t even have food at my place. I really want to make an impression at Mr Mudau’s party. You know all his BEE friends will be there”. I clicked sent and my text was consumed by a blue tick. Marcia and I shared everything. She was my BFF and personal advisor. Her boyfriend cheated on her with me and we ended up being best friends. I will share the whole story in future. “My friend le wena you should get rid of Donny. He is such a liability. With your looks and body you can get any guy you want. If Mr Mudau doesn’t recognize you go for his BEE friends. Life is too short to date broke guys who can’t even afford to buy you a mere Brazilian weave. Get rid of Donny and find a proper guy. So what are you gonna do about the money you owe the salon lady?” she responded. Marcia hated Donny with passion. Her hatred got intensified when Donny took us to Taboo and ran away without settling the bill. Marcia had to call her married boyfriend to come to our rescue. I loved Donny but he was stingy. He worked at Wits as a Junior Lecture but was always broke. I think he had gambling problem. The only reason I kept him in my life was his dick game. He shagged me so well I came whenever we did it.
“Eh Palesa, you promised to pay me today. I want that R4000 plus R3400 for today. You have been my client for months and I don’t want us to ruin this relationship. I want to send money to my daughter at home in Zimbabwe,” Mudiwa said as she continued doing my hair. I think she saw part of my chat with Marcia. I said “Relax Mudiwa, Donny gave me money last night. I promise I will bring it before 5 this afternoon”. Mudiwa was a sweet lady from Zimbabwe. She co-owned a salon in Braamfotein. Most of the girls I went to Wits with did hair at her salon because she was sweet. Some of them ran away with her money. As we were talking some Nigerian-looking guy walked in. He was wearing a black suit and white sharp-nosed shoes. He greeted Mudiwa and her assistant. “Who is the lady you are busy with? If she allows me I would love to pay for that weave? How much is it?”. Before Mudiwa could respond I jumped in and said “R8 000”. I expected him to contest that amount but he said “for a beautiful girl like you I would pay a million. Let me go to my car to fetch money. I will be back right now”. Mudiwa and I were shocked. I mean, R8 000 is not peanuts. That is some government employee’s gross salary. Mudiwa went “if I were you I wouldn’t take his money. I know Obasi is a good guy but you can never trust these Nigerians. What if he is selling …”. I knew where she was going and stopped her before she could finish. I told her not to judge people because she wasn’t God. She shook her head and wished me good luck.
Obasi appeared from the entrance carrying a roll of notes. He handed the money to Mudiwa. Mudiwa counted and it got exactly to R8 000. Just like that, the guy paid R8 000 in hard cash for a total stranger. For a second I thought Jesus did his second coming. I jumped from the chair and gave him a hug. He said “it’s just R8 000, it’s not like I paid R80k. You can have my card. If you need anything just give me a shout”. I felt like the queen of England. I took the card and thanked him. As soon as he left I told Mudiwa that I wanted my R600 change. I was already planning to do my nails with it. I took my phone and Whatsapped Marcia to tell her about the mystery donor. She replied “my friend you hit jackpot. If I were you I would sleep with the guy today ha ha ha ha ha ha. R8 000? You will have to be Zwelithini’s daughter for a South African guy to give you that amount of money. Call the guy tonight o robe letheka. Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime Mo-Girl”. Marcia’s mind suffered from early ejaculation. I told her I was not ready to date foreigners. She sent me a middle finger emoticon. When my hair was done I thanked Mudiwa and left. I stayed at Auckland House, Smit Street in Braamfotein. Most slay queens in Braamfontein stay there. As I was walking to my place a heavily tinted Mercedes-Benz SUV pulled next to me. The driver opened the window and said “why didn’t you tell me you are a pedestrian? I was gonna buy you a scooter”. My eyes were met with the sight of the guy in black suit. He asked me to get in the car. I couldn’t say no to someone who gave me R8 000. I felt safe because it was during the day.
“I booked a room at Parktonian Hotel. How about we go there now for few hours?”