“If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you’re allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind” – Shannon L. Alder
I always hear girls saying “all men cheat. If you want a faithful man you will find him in heaven.” That is what I grew up hearing. I am still hearing it even now. What I thought back then was that being cheated on didn’t trigger any pain. The truth is being cheated on has an effect on us. You ask yourself if you are not enough for him. You ask yourself what is it that she has that you don’t have. You end up looking down on yourself. I was not deeply in love with Una but he was my man. I was still drunk and sleepy but hearing a girl’s sexually inspired sounds in my man’s car kicked away my drunkenness within few seconds. Like an eagle aiming for a prey, I found myself pulling the girl’s weave from the back seat. I couldn’t see her face clearly because it was dark.
I went for the neck with my teeth. By the time she started screaming I had already divorced some flesh from her neck. I got the shock of my life when the male voice that told me to STOP was not that of Una. It didn’t even sound Nigerian. The guy jumped out of the car and ran away before I could even look at his face. When the door opened the lights went on. The girl who was busy being hammered in the car was Marcia. She was bleeding from her neck at that stage. “What the hell? How did you….what the hell are you doing here? Who is that guy? Why were you smashing in my man’s car,” I asked many questions in a space of few seconds. I was wondering how Marcia ended up in Una’s car. I demanded answers right there.
“Palesa, how ruthless can you be? I am dying here because of your razor sharp teeth and all you care about is what I am doing in your blesser’s car? Take me to Medi-Clinic or Netcare right now before I die,” she demanded. I got out of the car and opened the front door. I grabbed Marcia and pulled her out. She was so drunk she couldn’t even stand straight. I started kicking her. By the time the security guards arrived I had already turn her face into stew. The Soshanguve girl in me came out in full force. I didn’t give a rat’s behind that we were in Sandton. Marcia crossed the line and I had to teach her a lesson. Una came running to the car. I think the crowd next to his car caught his attention. He asked what was going on and I told him Marcia was shagging in his car and that I taught her a lesson.
“How could you be so stupid? That guy is one of my clients and he wanted some good time with your friend. I gave him a permission to use my car. Now he is angry because you messed things up. I will never forgive you for sabotaging my business,” he said angrily. I apologised and explained I did not know it was part of his plan for people to shag in a car his girlfriend was sleeping in. “I don’t have time for stupid excuses. You made my client angry and I’ll never forgive you for that. Bring the car keys, you will see how you make it to Braamfontein. I don’t associate with people who use their punanis to think,” he said. I thought he was joking until he took my bag from the car and searched for my car’s key. He carried Marcia and put her at the back seat. I tried to speak to him but he pushed me.
He got in the car and drove away with Marcia at the back. Luyanda appeared from nowhere. “Jonga apha, don’t worry about what happened. I have already made a plan for us to get home. Marcia saw some rich guy and dumped me. She gave me R200 to Uber home,” Luyanda said. It was at that stage that I remembered Una took the bag back to the car after taking the convertible’s keys. I was stranded in Sandton with no phone and money. I think Una took my bag deliberately just to show me how powerful he was. Luyanda’s person arrived about 10 minutes later. He was driving Nissan NP200. Luyanda and his friend made me sit at the back of that small car. On our way to the entrance I heard some girls saying “kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa slay queen at the back of the bakkie? God is indeed coming back.”
Tjo I felt so cheap. I had to lie in the car because I didn’t want people who knew me to see me. The driver didn’t even slow down on the speed humps, he drove like Tembisa taxi drivers. About 20 minutes later the car stopped and the guys came out. I looked around and noticed we were not in Braamfontein. Luyanda told me his driver didn’t want to go to Braam, so they drove to his place in Maboneng. I begged the driver to take me to my place but he refused. He told me he was out of petrol. Luyanda convinced me to sleep at his place. I didn’t feel comfortable but was desperate. Without a phone and money, I was stuck. He gave me a duvet told me to sleep on the couch. Just as I was to sleep Luyanda appeared from his bedroom very naked. I asked him what he was doing and he went:
“Are you gonna give it freely or ndi-forstishe?”