“The day you start living for yourself will be the day what other people say about you matter less. Living for other people makes you forget to make the most important person happy – and that person is you. Your happiness should come first mtase” – Lesego Maake
Nothing boosts a girl’s confidence than knowing that she is the hottest girl around. When you come from a hood where you are the most beautiful girl you always expect the attention to be on you. The same goes to that hottest girl at school. She will always want everyone to sweep the floor she walks on. Truth be told, when you are the hottest girl in the area your self-esteem will be positively affected. Even when you walk you will have confidence that everyone is looking at you with admiring eyes. A girl’s physical appearance plays a big part in upping her confidence. That is why we spend hours engaging the mirror everyday. When Jobe told my man that I was hot I felt like I was walking on a wave in the ocean. Jobe’s Facebook girlfriend looked so hot I wanted to turn lesbian on the spot. She was not light in complexion but her beauty spoke volumes. Her body was well designed and equipped. When she walked the ground looked like someone had just planted roses on it. All the complements that Jobe showered me with flew out of the window. I felt a wave of envy and jealousy taking over my heart. I thought I was going to be the hottest chick in Durban but some random Facebook hoe chose to spoil the party. What made me angrier was the fact that she was also wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit that showed a fancy tattoo on her left shoulder. Jobe went “hawu hawu hawu hawu hawu hawu hawu”. Zulus will bark even when a bored mosquito passes. I don’t know who told them that barking is romantic. Mpho whistled and went “South Africa is talented. Oh to the MY GOD!!!!! This girl is hot. Babe, I am sorry to say this but credit must be given where it is due. Jobe, if I were you I would put a ring on it right now”. Men don’t get it neh? No matter how confident your woman is, never ever make compliment another woman in a way that will make your woman less beautiful. That is what Mpho did and it didn’t sit well with me. He made me hate the girl on the spot. I was praying for a lightning to hit her before she could reach the Bentley. I wanted her to die and save my day. I was not looking forward to being number 2.
If it was possible to call my late grandmother I would have done so and ordered a first class lightning and alephirimi. Jobe got out of the car and opened the door for his lady. Mpho was on the front passenger seat so the girl had to sit with me. I wanted to burst with anger and jealousy. She greeted me with her fake English twang and I responded in my native language of Khelobedu. My aim was to kill the communication vibe but she disappointed me. She went “hawu, o Molobedu? Are you a Molobedu? My grandmother is from Bolobedu. I am from Bochum”. Knowing she was from my home province diluted my hatred for her. Jobe was like “Nawe ubuya eLimpompo? Kusho kuthi Mpho and I are going to have wives from Limpompo. I didn’t know there were beautiful women in Limpompo”. All people from Limpopo hate it when Zulus and other ethnic groups fail to pronounce the name of our beautiful. The girl and I told Jobe that it was Limpopo and not Limpompo. I told the girl I was from Ga-Kgapane and she asked if I knew some girl called Maite Modika. She couldn’t believe me when I told her Maite died. She went “I didn’t know hey. I haven’t been home in three years. Since my mom died I have not set my foot at home. I stayed in Joburg then moved this side”. I loved how we got down to talking without making proper introduction. That’s what people from Limpopo do when they meet outside the province. If it wasn’t for Jobe we would have continued talking. Jobe introduced her to Mpho and I. He told us her name was Eunice Modiba. It’s only in Bochum where you still find names like Eunice and Florah. She probably used to be a regular hoe at Blue House Shisanyama in her hometown. Mpho couldn’t get his eyes off her tattoo. He even read the text. I went “I am going to have a tattoo with your name and surname babe. You gonna pay for it right?”. That was me trying to give an indirect warning to my man. I told Eunice that I didn’t know Bochum produced such beautiful girls. She hit back by saying “you are one of few beautiful girls from Bolobedu. That place has ugly people for days. It is full of ugly girls and stingy men”.
We hit the road to Eyadini. Eunice wasn’t comfortable with going there because her uncle was a regular. When a girl says uncle or cousin you must know she is referring to someone she is sleeping with. They are called cousins and uncles these days. Jobe told her not to stress about her uncle. The Eyadini photographers personally asked Eunice and I to pose together. He reminded us to check the pictures on the page the following day. I also posed for pictures with Mpho. Jobe refused to be on any of the pictures. Jobe was known there. We were taken to his ‘normal’ spot by a staff member and expensive booze followed. Eunice didn’t look very comfortable. She kept throwing her eyes all over as if she was looking for someone. I asked if she was okay and she whispered to me “I am dating some guy and he is a gangster. If he comes here hell will break loose. I am thinking of running away. On the other hand I like Jobe and I don’t want to lose him. I have been dying to meet him and if I run I will never see him again. I don’t know what to do”. Bofebe ke masepa. Satan will encourage you to cheat but when you are in deep crap he will never avail himself to help you. I told Eunice to relax and have fun. We drank and danced. Eunice was the only one not dancing because she didn’t want to be seen by wrong people. When I saw phones flashing I knew Zodwa was in the house. I went closer to see for myself. When she did the Vosho Dance Eyadini went crazy. Some Venda guy fainted out of excitement. He was probably used to girls dancing in long denim skirts and Tomy’s. I couldn’t help it but laugh. When the DJ played Heavy K ft Bucie – Inde I lost morals and hit the dance floor. I found myself twinning Zodwa’s dance moves. When people say Eyadini is the place to be do not argue with them. That place has the power to put your morals in the pocket and turn you into a fancy rachet. I danced until half the crowd turned their attention from Zodwa to me. The next thing Jobe was behind me and doing some sexy dances to my ass. We danced until my favourite song bid farewell to our ears.
When we got back to our spot Mpho and Eunice were not there. I asked Jobe where they went and he told me Eunice went to fetch something in the car and he didn’t know about Mpho. Luckily Mpho came back as I was about to launch a manhunt for him. When you are in a place full of hot girls you must make sure your man is a hand grab away. Girls will hit you with a brick right under your nose. Some girls have PhD in Stenaology. I asked Mpho to accompany me to the car to fetch my Mac lip gloss. When we got to the car we found Eunice busy on call. I told Mpho to go back inside because Eunice was there. When she was done with the call she told me she had a situation. I asked her to elaborate and she went “the guy I told you about is here. I know he won’t go inside. He just wants to check if I am with a man. I want us to go to his car so he can see I am with a female friend”. At first I was reluctant but she convinced me to do her that favour. We got out of the Bentley and walked for couple of metres to some BMW 4-Series Coupe. When a girl has been around she will know all these fancy cars. It’s like those girls who date broke guys, they know all kinds of taxis –from Siyaya to Inyathi. The guy didn’t look like a gangster, he looked very decent. His Zulu was so rich you would swear he was one of Shaka’s right hand men. Eunice told him she was with me and we were dancing. He didn’t say much, he just said we should enjoy responsibly and call him if boys gave us problems. He was alone in the car. After talking to us he left and Eunice gave a sigh of relief. I told her cheating was not good and she gave me a funny look. We walked back to join our men. Some hoes were trying their luck on our men and Eunice told them to get lost. We danced until 2am. My man was so tired all he wanted was to sleep. We decided to leave. My worry was Jobe driving under the influence of alcohol. He told me not to worry because he was Schuma kaJobe. We got in the car and hit the road. I was sitting with bae on the back seat and Jobe was with his woman. I so wished I was wearing a skirt because I wanted Mpho to finger me. We used Griffiths Mxenge highway to leave Umlazi.
When we got to the robots next to Mega City a silver-grey Viano blocked our way and two men jumped out with guns in their hands.
I broke my virginity in March this year and my boyfriend literally told me I sucked. I told him it was my first time but he didn’t care. From that day he started giving me a cold shoulder. I cried until I made peace with it. I met another guy in August. He is 10 years older than me but he treats me like his equal. He has been pressurizing me to visit him but I am scared he will say the same thing my ex said after sleeping with me. My self-esteem is very low. He is getting impatient with my excuses. I don’t want to lose him. Do you think I should take my chance and visit him? What if I suck again?