“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.” — Stephen Chbosky
The scariest thing about being in a relationship with men like Una is that they will always give you out of the blue instructions. Sometimes they will call you in the middle of the night and tell you to pack your bags and go hide. The benefits are great; you get money and presents but you will not enjoy them to the fullest because danger will be your neighbour at all times. That’s what I learnt about Una in the first few days of our relationship. I mean, I had just shagged him and few hours later I get an instruction not to open my door when people knock. I responded to his text and asked why I was not allowed to open the door. I also asked if he knew who was knocking. He told me I should not worry about the information, I just had to follow his instruction if I knew what was good for me.
His last sentence sounded like a threat to me. I could read from his texts that he was getting pissed. I put my phone down and walked to the door. The person kept knocking without uttering a word. My place was safe. The security guards never allowed people to pass without the residents signing them in. I wondered how the knocking person gained entry into the building. The knocks stopped, and I gave a sigh of relief. Few minutes later a voice from outside my door went “Palesa, I know you are in there. I am not here to cause you any harm. I am here to warn you before it’s too late. Leave that guy before he does to you what he did to my friend. I got lucky and escaped. You might not be lucky.” It was a voice of a female.
I kept quiet. I tried to ignore what she said but deep inside I was shaking. After what I went through in Durban, I knew those guys were dangerous. When the girl from the door went silent I called Una. “Una, the person who knocked at the door claims you kidnap people. Is that what you are trying to do with me?” I had to ask that question to put my mind at ease. He laughed and told me to relax because he had no intentions of hurting me. “Look babe, that slay queen stays at your flat. I bumped into her and she tried to extort money from me. I told her to fly a kite and she threatened she will come to your flat and manufacture lies about me.” Una said. He sounded so sincere. I bought his story than what the girl said. He was my boyfriend after all. I hung up and tried to sleep again.
I didn’t see Una until Saturday. I asked him to give me some space to concentrate on my books. You know what they say, a clever girl knows how to balance her social life and studies. Una sent flowers on Saturday morning. I was with Marcia when the flowers arrived. I could see that she was jealous. Girls are capable of saying “chomi, I am so happy for you” while harbouring a stage five of jealousy in their hearts. It didn’t bother me because I knew Marcia’s weakness. She asked if I had any intentions of getting back with Donny. “Imagine Messi playing for Orlando Pirates,” I answered. We burst out laughing. Una called to tell he would fetch me around 8pm to go clubbing. I asked where he was taking us to and he said somewhere in Sandton. I was so excited. I was tired of Great Dane and Kitchener’s in Braamfontein.
Marcia asked if she could tag along with her new Xhosa boyfriend. I called Una to ask if I could bring my friends and he said “the more the merrier.” Marcia was over the moon. We bathed and I drove Marcia to her place to doll up. She called her boyfriend to tell him to be ready around 20h00. I asked if the guy was driving and she told me he was between cars. I almost laughed. Una called to tell me he wouldn’t be able to fetch me in Braam. He said he would send money for petrol for me to drive to Sandton. Few seconds after the call I received R1500 via eWallet. I showed Marcia and she blushed ka reverse. She asked for my sangoma’s number and I laughed. We drove to Maboneng first to fetch Marcia’s new boyfriend. Mo-guy looked cute with his well-trimmed beard but I could see he was the type that had less than R150 in their Capitec account.
Marcia introduced him as Luyanda Jantjies. He complimented my car and I thanked him. “What is Marcia doing with guys who wear Redbat jeans and Vans sneakers in 2019?” I thought to myself. I used the coordinates Una sent and the GPS led us to corner Gwen lane and Fredman Dr in Sandton. Luyanda said “I have been here with my friends before. We paid a R570 bill. Can you believe it?” I yawned. I called Una and he told me to find parking and join him at NewsCafe. We parked and headed to NewsCafe. I was glad I dressed to kill. Competition is very high that side of the world. I kissed Una and he pulled a chair for me. Marcia looked at Luyanda expecting him to pull a chair but mo-guy sat down and poured himself a glass of Remy Martin VSOP. Four waitresses came with about 6 ice buckets full of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label and Moet & Chandon Brut Imperial. Within an hour Luyando started screaming at the DJ demanding Jobe. Marcia was so embarrassed. She regretting taking her fish to the dam. Around 12am I was so tired and sleepy. Una took me to his Range Rover to sleep. I passed out the minute my butt landed on the back seat.
“I am coming…..I am coming ….. I am coming”