“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans” – John Lennon
Girls know that most of the time when a guy buys you something expensive he is definitely thinking of getting something in return. For some reason I didn’t expect that from Obasi. He didn’t look like that type to me. He actually looked like those Nigerians who own fake colleges and churches all over Joburg CBD. I thought he paid for my hair with money he made from Jesus-loving South Africans. I looked at him with shock painted all over my face. He massaged my mini-skirt exposed thighs and said “eh eh you are not stupid. Do you really think I can spend R8k on you and let you go just like that? Go read the Bible and you will never find my name in there. I am not a saint. Let’s go to the hotel or pay back the money”. His voice was full of arrogance and authority. He was not begging me, he was telling me. I looked at the mirror and saw the most beautiful girl ever. The weave I had on my head made me look very gorgeous. I wanted to be the most beautiful girl at Mr Mudau’s party. Mr Mudau was some rich guy who liked hanging around Braamfontein. He was popularly known for sponsoring most slay queens from UJ and Wits. He drove German cars and drank expensive booze. Every girl wanted a piece of him….or rather a piece of his bank balance. Those who were lucky enough to have been guests at his house in Joburg’s northern suburbs bragged that they got lost at least twice in his house. That’s how big it was. I was looking forward to his party the following Saturday. Marcia and I were invited as his special guests. I wanted to look the part. I didn’t want to look like a typical Soshanguve girl. Once you pass Bremer offramp the Soshanguve tendencies must fall.
My thoughts were preoccupied by the party as Obasi brushed me. I whispered “it’s okay, we can go to the hotel only if you promise you won’t sleep with me. I will give you a head”. He laughed and responded with a deep Nigerian accent. “Eh eh you gimma na head with thaa small mowth? Are you okee in tha headoooo?” he said with a confusing smile. I closed my eyes and said “fine, but this won’t happen again”. I was not proud of what I was about to do but sometimes a girl must do things she doesn’t like to get the things she likes. I was looking at the bigger picture. Obasi drove us to Parktonian which was just few streets away. When we got there he sent me straight to the shower because he hated the smell of sweat. I felt cheap and poor. I was about to sleep with a guy for R8k. My heart kept telling me “you are better than those girls who sleep with guys for Ice Tropez. With R8k you qualify to pay tax mtase. Close your eyes and get done with it”. Another part of me blamed Donny for not providing for me. I was blaming everyone except for myself. While I was showering Obasi came to join me. He took off his pants and I started sneezing out of fear. His dick looked like a construction crane. It was the biggest I ever laid my eyes on. He went “do you like it?”. I shook my head with fear and he laughed. He wanted me to bend for him in the shower and I told him the place was too small for a big guy like him. I was trying to make excuses to escape that crane between his legs.
He grabbed my thighs and carried me to the bedroom. He didn’t even care I was wet, he threw me to the bed and commanded me to open my skinny Zulu legs. I wasn’t even Zulu nxa. I hesitantly opened my legs and he directed his crane to my traumatised punani. It wasn’t even wet. I asked him to wear a condom and he said “show me an R8k condom and I’ll buy it right away? Do I look sick to you? Why didn’t you tell me to wear a condom on my hands when I gave you money?”. He was stretching my legs further as he said that. I closed my eyes because his facial expressions looked like the behind of a rhino. He tried to force it in but failed. His crane was just too big for my construction site. I could see he was getting frustrated. He stretched my legs at 150 degree and pushed his crane further. I felt like someone was fingering me with an elephant’s leg. The next thing Obasi stopped and asked “mmmmmh mmmmmh eh eh did you just fart?”. He withdrew his hand from between my thighs and examined them. There was some brown stuff on his fingers. He screamed “chineeeeekeeeeee, the girl shitttttooooooohhhhhoooo Oh My Godooo. Go wash your behind and leave my hotel room”. That was the most embarrassing thing ever. I soiled myself out of fear of his crane. The walk to the shower was the longest. I didn’t even feel the kak come. It came like a midnight thief. When I went back to the bedroom after bathing Obasi wasn’t there. There was some old lady cleaning my mess. When she saw me she said “LE SA TLO KAKA KA PIPI TSA MA-NIGERIA. LE RATA DILO. SIES!!!!!!!!”. I didn’t know what to say. I got dressed and left. I felt like everyone knew what I did at the hotel. I found my boyfriend Donny waiting for me next to my flat. I was ashamed to even give him a hug.
He looked at me and said “I was with Marcia earlier….who gave you money for this weave?”