“The way you think about yourself determines your reality. You are not being hurt by the way people think about you. Many of those people are a reflection of how you think about yourself.” – Shannon L. Alder
We always hear people blaming alcohol for doing things they would normally not do under the normal circumstances. We all have a friend that does that every weekend. They find alcohol as a good excuse to do things they are scared to do when sober. Truth is, the only thing that alcohol does to you is offering you some abnormal bravery. Thokozile was one of those people. I had bumped into her at many parties and she did things that a normal person would not do. Seeing her at Papa X’s party made me want to turn back and leave. I was not in a mood to see a naked woman dancing for perverted men. That is what she did at the party we both attended in Midrand. Her happiness when she saw me shocked me because we were not even close. I was surprised she knew my name.
I sat on the camp chair and Papa X offered me a glass of Veuve Clicquot. I heard one guy telling Papa X that he had the most beautiful girl in town. I could see he was referring to me because Papa X looked at me and smiled cagily. Thoko asked where I have been hiding because I was scarce in the social scenes. I told her books were keeping me busy. “Why is a beautiful girl like you even bothering to go to school? Find yourself a millionaire and eat his money. Look at me, I am wearing clothes from the Diamond Walk in Sandton City. Do I have a degree? Hell no!!!! I have a Deg-Pussy. That’s all I need to secure the bag. It doesn’t need assignments, just the ass without ignments. Do you get me?” she said with pride.
The saddest part about our generation is that our parents work very hard for us to have brighter futures. I know mothers who have two job so that they can take their kids to best schools and universities in the country but their kids turn into cheap hoes when they get to varsity. Thoko was one of them. She dropped out of varsity to concentrate on using her punani as an essential product. I faked a smile and told her I was not in Joburg to be a stock. “Oksalayo wa jewa and they don’t pay you. You are wasting God’s capital. Imagine wasting such a hot butt on assignments and examinations. You are dumb shem,” she yelled. Papa X could see I was getting pissed, so he changed the topic and started playing Mapiano. You can be Jerry Maake-uptight but when Maphorisa and Kabza wave touches your soul you are bound to dance.
As expected, Thoko started twerking for the guys and they couldn’t get their eyes off her butt. Some guy who was the only not drinking asked if I wanted to go smoke with him outside. It was as if he could read I was pissed with Thoko’s attention seeking dance moves. We went by the stairs to smoke. He told me his name was Godfrey from Pretoria. When I told him I was also from Pretoria he beamed with joy. Pretorians love one another when they meet outside Pirara. He told me he was an IT something at Department of Health in Gauteng. I could tell he worked for government because of the Relay t-shirt he was wearing. Civil servants and Markham clothing account are like Soweto people and kota. We chilled by the stairs for hours. He only went inside to fill up my glass. Papa X didn’t even care because his eyes were captured by Thoko.
Around 10 pm he asked if I wanted to try some weed. Shampopo was getting well acquainted with my brain, I was getting drunk. The thought of weed got me excited. He told me we should walk to his car to get it. I didn’t know what he was driving but from what he was wearing I could smell a Polo. I almost laughed when we got to the street and his Polo was parked nicely next to the wall. He told me it was his second car. “I will drop at you at your place when you want to leave. You don’t have to Uber back,” he said. I almost showed him my Slahla’s key. We smoked two rolls of weed inside the car. It was the best I smoked in ages. He told me it was from Eswatini.
Weed had a bad in a good way kinda effect on me. It made me crave a dick. I looked at Godfrey and he passed out right in front of my eyes. I unzipped his jeans and tried to give him a hand job. He didn’t even move. What a waste of a big dick!!! I took my handbag and headed back to Papa X’s apartment. Walking up the stairs was the most difficult exercise ever because I was drunk, high and bloody wet. I didn’t even knock, I just threw myself in. They were playing Spin The Bottle. Boooom, the bottle pointed at me and the guys started clapping hands. I didn’t even know what they expected me to do. Papa X whipped out his dick and pointed it at my mouth. The other guys started screaming “suck it, suck it, suck it”. When you are drunk stupid things are exciting. I grabbed Papa X and led him to one of the bedrooms. There was no way I was going to eat his dick in front of everyone. I was drunk but 10% of my brain was still working. The bedroom light was off. I could hear squeaky sounds in the same bedroom but couldn’t see anyone because it was dark. Papa X whispered to me not to switch on the light to make things exciting. It was quite clear the people the people in that bedroom were shagging judging by the sound the girl was making. Papa X threw me to the bed and got on top of me. Before I could even adjust my position his finger was dancing on my clit. I went “Oh Papa X….Y zzzzzzzzzzz ah ah!!!!!”
The guy next to us went “Oh my Lordooo….Palisa, is thats youwoooooo?”