“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” – Mark Twain
Many guys are very protective of their girlfriends. They feel it’s their duty to protect us. The funny part is they protect us from their fellow men. If men could just stop being monsters there would not be any need for men to protect us from other men. The world would be a very peaceful place where all of us can live in peace and harmony as the late former president Nelson Mandela once said. I was impressed by how Una never doubted me when I told him I was raped. Men have a tendency of doubting us when we come out about rape. That is why many female rape victims go to their graves with the uncooked anger and throbbing pain still etched in their hearts. Una believed me on the spot and he wanted to deal with the committer. As angry and disappointed as I was, he scored a point or two right there.
The pool of blood got us shocked. What shocked us even further was the fact that there was nobody in the apartment. We checked all over, including under the bed and in the closet but dololo person. I had so many questions swinging in my head. Part of me was panicking because I knew the kind of an animal Luyanda was. I couldn’t help it but think he raped and killed Marcia. Una looked around to see if he could find any clues but there was nothing except for the Nile of blood on the floor. “Babe, I think something bad happened here. Who was he with when you left this place?” Una asked inquiringly. I told him he was with Marcia. He shook his head and told me his thoughts tell him the guy killed his girlfriend. My whole body started shaking. I lost my ability to breathe properly.
While standing in the belly of the apartment trying to figure out what happened, a moria of cops bellicosely jumped in. Marcia was behind them crying. Her clothes were drenched in red. Her face looked like it had just rendered services of being a rugby field for a game between Blue Bulls and Sharks. Una and I didn’t know what to do. The whole situation looked like a Rambo movie. Marcia pointed at Una and said “he he he he is the one who beat me up because I didn’t want to sleep with him. He wanted to kill me,” Marcia said with a face looking as if it was soaked in baking powder overnight. Una and I looked at each other and screamed “WHAT!!!!!!” at the same time. I looked at Marcia expecting her to correct the lie she just uttered. WTF!!!!
One cop looked at Una and said “you boys from Nigeria think you can come all the way from your country and come here to do your crap. We will teach you a lesson you will never forget. You are used to breaking laws in your country and you think you can do the same here and get away with it. I have bad news for you bhuti,” he said with palpable loathing in his eyes. I didn’t need Google to know that he was xenophobic to the core. My Una had not done anything wrong but in the cop’s eyes he was already guilty. That is a disadvantage of being a foreigner. People will always find a way to pin a wrong to you. I tried to tell the cops that Una and I had just arrived but they told me to shut or face arrest. One cop looked at me and said “you can see on her face that she has a big hole this one. Nigerians damaged her, nxa.”
The cops handcuffed Una and walked out with him. Before Marcia could follow them I asked how she could lie about such a serious thing. She told me it was a payback for what I did to her in Sandton and sleeping with her man. I didn’t even have any energy to fight with her. I asked her about Luyanda and she ignored me. I quickly rushed to the police cars to ask Una if he wanted me to do anything. He gave me his phone and car key. “There is a business card in my wallet, please call that person and tell him to come to the police station as quickly as he can”. I rushed to Una’s car and looked for the business card in his wallet. It was written Tsatsawani Maluleke but when I called the person had a Nigerian accent. I almost forgot about the drama and laughed.
I told him what transpired and he told me he would sort it out. I asked if I should wait for him at the police station and he told me to go to my place. I drove to Braamfontein with a heavy heart. I was disappointed at Marcia for showing me the ugly side of her. That was someone I referred to as a best friend at some stage. I parked the car by the street and headed to my place. I took Una’s phone with. When I got to my place I showered and waited for Una’s phone to ring. The call came through about an hour or so later. It was the ‘Tsatsawani’ telling me to come downstairs. I assumed Una told him where I stayed. To my surprise it was Una who was waiting for me. He was in red Mercedes-Benz C200. He told me to jump in. He drove towards the M1 via Wolmarans Street. When we joined the freeway he headed south. I asked him what happened at the police station and he told me he was not ready to talk. He was driving very fast. Within couple of minutes we were at some house in Kibler Park. He parked the car in the garage and opened the boot.
He gave me a gun and said “DO WHATEVER YOU WANT”