“But if you forgive someone for something they did to you, it doesn’t mean you agree with what they did or believe it was right. Forgiving that person means you have chosen not to dwell on the matter anymore; you have moved on with your life.” ― Idowu Koyenikan
In every circle of friends, there is always that one that goes east when everyone is going west. The saddest reality is they don’t see anything wrong with it. You can to twist their heads but it will never work because that is who they are. These are the type of friends who will sell you out without being aware that they sold you out. When you ask them they say nonsense like “ah I didn’t know. But you are not dead mos.” I think Marcia was in that league. Sometimes I asked myself if she had any brains in her head. I stood in front of my closets for almost a minute trying to digest what I was seeing. I even opened all doors just to make sure what I was seeing was indeed reality. After all the Amazoning I went through, it was the last thing I expected to see.
Marcia was not in the closet, so were some of my clothes and weaves. She also stole my colognes and a handbag. I wanted to scream but couldn’t because Una would ask questions. I didn’t want him to know that Marcia was there. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs. I didn’t even tell Una that I was going somewhere. He was still in the bathroom enjoying sexual hangover. I asked the security guard if she saw the girl I signed in earlier. “Ja, she passed here carrying bags about ten minutes ago. My colleague even helped her to take the bags to the Uber. Where is she going?” the security guard asked innocently without detecting the anger on my face. I felt weak and defeated. Marcia has proven many times that she was not okay in the head, but I never thought she would steal from me, especially after everything I had done for her.
I had no choice but to go back to my place. I found Una sitting on my bed going through his phone. He asked where I disappeared to and I told him I went to meet some girl from varsity downstairs. He told me he would be away from few days on business. I asked him where he was going and he refused to tell me. I expected him to give me money but he said nothing. I wanted to replace things Marcia stole. The most difficult thing was not being able to tell him what Marcia did. He could tell I was not okay but I told him not to worry. “When I come back we will go on a holiday. You will have to choose between Seychelles and Zanzibar. You have few days to think about it,” he said. I almost told him to give me money instead of unnecessary baecations.
When he left I tried to call Marcia but her phone was off. I left many messages for her to call me back. I thought of going to her place but knew I wouldn’t find her. She was probably on her way to the bundus. I had no choice but to make peace with the fact that I lost my valuable things. With Una away, I used the time to concentrate on my books. My mom wanted me to visit her but I told her I was busy with school stuff. Una called everyday to check up on me. He was impressed that I was either at varsity or indoors even though I had a car. He told me he would reward me for being a good girl. In my mind I was already thinking of all the thousands he was going to splash on me. We all love money shem. Money activates mental orgasm in us.
On Saturday morning I ordered food via UberEats. On my way to fetch my order I bumped into some cute guy I knew from Wits. He used to like me when I was with the loser Donny. “I am hosting friends at my place later. Why don’t you come by to chill with us? You know Papa X throws best chillas in town,” he said while navigating my leggings with his ambitious eyes. I told him I had school work to do. He tried to sweet-talk me but my answer remained the same. He gave me his number and asked me to Whatsapp him should I change my mind. In my mind I was laughing at him. He was wearing RedBat jeans, Uzzi top and some old Puma sneakers. By just looking at him I knew he wasn’t the type to take a girlfriend to Dubai….not even Bela Bela.
I went back to my place and enjoyed my meal. I studied until my eyes couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to sleep but boroko dololo. Boredom sneaked in. I decided to call Papa X to check if he was around. I asked him if they were still chilling and he said yes. I told him I wanted to join them and dude was over the moon. He even offered to Uber me. I told him I was sorted with transport. He stayed at Heritage View, Newtown, just after Mandela Bridge. I took a shower and wore a dress and sneakers. All my favourite clothes were gone. Thanks to Marcia. I called to tell him I was on my way and he told me he would be waiting for me at the gate. True to his word, I found him waiting at the gate. He was shocked I was driving a convertible. I told him God blessed me. Only if he knew the God I was talking about had a Nigerian name. I parked my car and we walked together to his apartment.
As soon as we got in a female voice went “Palesa, what th…….”