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TSAKANI
What kind of a girl is she that doesn’t have a password/pattern in her phone? Because as far I know every woman I’ve been with, and still going to be with their phones have patterns, even my mother has a pattern in her phone. Oh, well. Browsing her phone I see nothing interesting all I see are pictures of her, and some woman whom I assume is her mother judging by the strong resemblance I’m seeing between the two of them. I know that it’s invasion of privacy going through someone’s phone without their permission, but hey curiosity kills. I don’t know about it killing a cat though. So, why not satisfy my curiosity? WhatsApp, nothing. All chats are cleared, and it seems like she also doesn’t have messenger, and her Facebook is dry, she never posts, ever. Her friends are less than 100, she’s weird no doubt about that. I toss her phone to the side, and make myself some protein shake I really need it.
A knock comes through at the door, I wonder who is it. Why can’t people stay in their houses, and do some excersises, or feed themselves with food than to disturb me, and my peace? I yank it open, and there’s a thud on the wooden floor, yeah my kitchen’s floor is wood bahlali. I look down, and its Spikiri he looks really messed up, I pull him inside, and check the coast if he was not being followed.
“What happened man? Who did this to you?” I open the cupboard, and take out the first aid kit box and crouch before him. He coughs clenching his chest, and he spews blood his eye is black/purple, and his lower lip is cut.
“Ar… Armor’s men… They…,” coughs. “Did this.”
Me: “Why? And where were you?”
Him: “They were questioning me, about Armor’s cars,” Fuck!
Me: “What did you tell them?”
Him: “Nothing. They… They were hoping that I will talk after all that torture they’ve put me through, I didn’t tell them anything,” he laughs closing his eyes, he is definitely in pains. “I would never sell out the gang, I’d rather die than to sell you guys.”
Me: “Relax chanas, we will find them. Bazodla igazi labo,” (they will eat their blood). I finish cleaning his wounds then give him sleeping pills, and settle him on the couch. “Rest njayami, ngizoyiqondisa mina,” he nods, and closes his eyes. I get up, and walk back to the kitchen I need to gather the gents, and deal with this. But then, if we deal with this they will now be sure we the ones who took the cars, and of which we did of course, Akere they’re still speculating they are not sure. What I need to do is to approach Armor straight, he must know that I never send my men to do my job on my behalf, I attack you straight on. It seems like he has forgotten about me, its time I reminded them who am I.
I’m about to walk out of the kitchen when an unusual ringtone comes on, damn bad bitch be listening to some bone thug too? She is a bad ass, I’m sold. I watch it ring, and it’s a private number. Whoever was calling decides to hang up, and it rings again. I answer it, and put it on my ear and not say anything.
“Listen here you slut. I know that you can hear me. Now that you get to sleep with TK you think that you are all that & more? Bitch you’re nothing. TK, will never go for ghetto bitches like you, he will never go for unruly, gangster wanna be girls like you. He goes for ladies with class, like us. The muti that you are using to lure these men will expire, and you will go back to what you used to be before your voodoo shit. And stop trying to put your claws on Sol’s back, he ain’t yours, he ain’t your friend, and he never will be. You better becareful Lux, we are watching you, outchea acting all brave, you don’t even know that you are making yourself enemies everywhere, ngithi mina sisi sikubhekile sibanengi ned one minor mistake, and you’re gone! No one will ever miss you, and if I was you- I would never close my eyes when I sleep because we are everywhere. You’ve been warned you slut!” She hangs up. Wawu, what a threat that was. But that Lux sure has a big mouth, she talks a lot.
Wawu! The girls amantombazana you guys are a strange bunch, hhayi. What did the poor girl do now? And what’s wrong with her sleeping with me? Laughing, no. Girls, hhayi maarn. Why the hate toward each other? You need to be united and be one, but no, instead you’re fighting amongst each, you fighting for men who don’t see your value, men who disrespect you every now &, then. You choose to make another woman suffer because of a man who doesn’t lose sleep because of you? Nah man, you ladies can do better than that. Try fixing each others crowns, and building each other instead bringing each other down, attack the man not the other woman unless otherwise.
I look at the blank screen, and shake my head. A warning has been sent to Lux, and Lux doesn’t have any idea that a warning has been sent out to her, it didn’t reach her ears, and now I have to play the hero and protect her from a distance, and without her knowing. Sighs. This is some messed up shit, and I must find out who are her enemies, yah neh. But the person who just called now is definitely working with her, and jealous of her. I slip the phone inside my pocket, and walk to my bedroom. I need to visit Armor. He needs to shake in my presence, I take out my phone, and send Lee a message.
“Keep an eye on Lux for me. They want her dead, and don’t ask who, just make sure that she’s safe at all times.”
I know that Lux can handle things herself, I saw her at the chesanyama handling those boys, but right about now she doesn’t know that she’s been threatened. I must also find out who called her, and return the threat, unlike them I don’t do idle threats I live up to my threats, I enjoy seeing blood.
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LUXOLO
I get to my pozi, and throw myself on top of the bed, and heave out a sigh. Where to from here? I know that Sol is keeping an eye on me, he wants to make sure that I don’t run away or something, as if I will dare him, ai. Oh, I’ve also called in sick at my daytime workplace and told them that I will not be coming to work for the next three days, a Dr has given me an order to rest because I have fatigue, I diagnosed myself anyway, and I’m fatigued indeed. Yazi, I still don’t understand why is Sol behaving the way he does towards me, yet he never behaves like that to the other workers he sure knows how to push my buttons, and for him to allow me to talk to him anyway I want with him is freaking me out, I know him as someone who never allows someone to challenge him, you challenge him you die few days later, and weeks later if you are lucky, well that’s how much I’ve gathered on my research has gotten me with Sol. He has no family of his own, his parents abandoned him when he was only 3 years old, and a good Samaritan took him to an orphanage. Growing up he was known as the quiet person, now I don’t know what changed, but I’m still searching about him I need to know who exactly am I working for, and for the fact that he is a loneman, he has no men working for him is what puzzles me more. Dangerous man like him have people working for them, they just sit behind the desk, and give out orders. But with him is different, I low key want to be like him when I’m finally where I want to be. Be in charge, and take people straight on.
I roll off bed, and on to the floor I stretch my hand and take out the box that’s under the bed it holds my, and my mother’s very important documents. I sit down on the bed, and blow the dust that has found a home on top of it, I need to do some spring cleaning here when I get time. Let’s see what we have here, I twist it open, and the first thing I see is the shandis that Bella gave me, shit. I’ve completely forgotten about it, I work my hand on top of gun, and pick it up, it’s quite heavy, but the way these gangsters carry it around it looks like its light in ones hand
My eyes grow large, and my mouth hangs open as I see how much one diamond cost, bruh its millions! Why did I not think of selling 2 of them when I still had time? It’s not as if like they would’ve notice that they’re gone, in fact they belong to me now since I don’t know where Bella is! She must be dead by now, RIP. I would be somewhere abroad drinking champagne, and eating prawns with my mother giving her the best time of her life, and memories to remember with the money I would’ve gotten from selling 2 of these diamonds, but now look at me. I’m stuck in working as a stripper, a whole millionaire is a stripper nina bahlali in a club that I can buy with half of the money hahaha, but that will change. Soon. I need to sell 2 online, then I will take the money, hide it somewhere safe just incase the real owners of these things starts digging, phela they can’t leave this issue lying down. There’s a lot I will do with the money honestly, in fact I have a few things in mind already argh, they will not see me coming. They are not ready for me all of them… Speaking of my mother I need to go, and see her, and I’m leaving today let me search for nearby guest houses, shame my bank balance never looked this good. Now, I can move out from here, and go stay in a place that have electricity, and clean running water.
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TSAKANI
He stops on his tracks when he sees me sitting comfortable in his chair with my legs settled very well in his table, drinking his expensive whiskey using his favourite glass, and a cigar in my other free hand, and my gun on top of the table right next to the photo frame of his mini family. Sweat is already forming on his wrinkled forehead.
“Bra… Bra TK. What a surprise,” he is trying to act tough, but the tone of his voice is stating otherwise. “What brings you here?” A bloody Russian Mafia afraid of a man like me, a black man. Instead of me being afraid of his presence it’s the other way around. I don’t fear all these foreign Mafias, and they know it that I don’t even flinch in their presence, but I don’t do business with any of them.
“You tell me,” taking a sip of his whiskey. “You can sit down,” he looks at me, and sits down shaking. “Drink?” He shakes his head. “Do you have anything to tell me?”
Him: “Like what Bra TK?” I tilt my head, and look at him through the glass.
Me: “Like why did you send your boys to attack my boy in that manner? Why do you like to make my dick throb unnecessary?” He swallows at absolute nothing.
Him: “I did not send anyone Bra TK. Why would I send my men to attack your boy?”
Me: “You tell me, and don’t you dare say you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Him: “I’m telling you the truth Bra TK.”
Me: “Bullshit!” Banging the table. “Don’t you dare piss me off!” Throwing the glass against the wall, and pick up my gun. “Why did you do it?”
Him: “I swear Bra TK, I didn’t send them I would never send my men to attack yours. I know your works Bra TK, I didn’t do it,” he clasps his hands together, more like pleading with me. Hahaha, he sounds like these nyaope boys who asks for forgiveness when they double cross you, and you pointing them with a gun.
Me: “If not you? Then who did?” He shrugs, he looks sincere.
Him: “I don’t know Bra TK,” I nod.
Me: “Very well then,” I fire a shot right next to where he is sitting he jumps up almost falling, I chuckle, and shake my head. “You better not be lying to me Armor,” I take the photo frame, and look at it. “I believe you, I believe that you had nothing to do with my boy’s attack,” he nods.
Him: “I’m not lying Bra TK. I swear to you,” I’m already on my feet.
Me: “I know,” I walk around his side, and nigga peed on himself. Is’nyefu madoda. An old man peeing on himself, NC nc nc “Go, and change old man. Yerrr, you don’t have brakes mto mdala,” I laugh, and pat his shoulder as I walk out of his office. He didn’t do it, I believe him. Then who did? Spikiri will tell me exactly who did this to him once healed.
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CINDY
I’m here at the mall to look for some very sexy lingerie to wear tonight, it’s time I take control of my life and fixed my marriage. My parents left, well the reason is my mother obviously, and its good riddance to rubbish.
“This is the one chommie,” Sasha says to me holding out a very beautiful one piece lingerie.
“It’s beautiful friend no doubt’s about that, but I want something that will cover my bums,” she huffs.
Her: “You might as well wear tights, and a sport bra Cindy. And trust me Vuyo will be turned off as soon as he lays his eyes on you,” I softly laugh.
Me: “He won’t. He is an African man Sasha.”
Her: “So? You need to be sexy for him just this night Cindy, you haven’t been intimate for months, and its been months without him seeing your body. Let him lust you, and give him that lap dance we’ve been talking about. Bring back that spark, and give him lots of sex men love sex Cindy. Claim your husband back, or you will lose him to these young girls; that’s if you haven’t lost him already, and that’s a big If. So, what is it going to be? You claim your husband back, or you watch him slip away from your fingers?”
Me: “Claim him back babe, I need to claim my husband back chommie, let’s do it,” I look for the lingerie, and it’s no longer there. “Sasha, where’s that piece of lingerie?”
Her: “It was…,” she stops talking when she sees that its not there. “But it was here now now, someone must’ve took it.”
Me: “That means we must look for another one,” she shakes her head.
Her: “No. We want that one. Let’s go around maybe we might see someone having it in their hands.”
Me: “We’re going to snatch it from them?” She rolls her eyes.
Her: “Obviously, duh. Remember that we saw it first which practically means it belongs to us,” I nod. My eyes wanders around until they land on this other girl, she has it in her hand, and she looks so I don’t know. How is she going to afford it?
Me: “There it is chommie,” I pull her with her hand, and we walk to where the girl is. I give a light slap at the back, and she turns and looks at me.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. You actually have something that doesn’t belong to you,” she tilts her head, and stares at me.
Her: “And that is?”
Sasha: “That one piece lingerie in your hand,” the girl looks at it.
Her: “Oh, this? I found it lying around, and I took it.”
Me: “We saw it first baby girl, it belongs to me. And how are you even going to afford it because you don’t look like you can afford a burger?” She chuckles, and gives us her back as she continues browsing for underwear. “Can I have it back? Don’t make me call the guards on you, and tell them that you are shop lifting,” she laughs, and turns to look at us.
Her: “Go ahead, call them. Wait, niyangazi mina nina ma fong Kong? Like, niyangazi ukuthi ngingu bani? Ngiyayishaya impama mina bo girl, muntu no muntu akahlele ku lane yakhe masingasukelani,” (do you know who I am you fakes? I mean, do you know who I am? I panel slap girls, everyone please stay in your lanes) I blink, she’s raw, but still the lingerie belongs to me.
Me: “I don’t care who you are just give me the lingerie!” Half shouting her, and poking her chest. She chuckles, and a hard slaps lands on my cheek, and my ear goes zwiiii. I touch my cheek not believing it, she slapped me? Tears prickle my eyes, I look at Sasha and she looks scared.
Her: “I dare you to follow me. I dare you to call the guards on me ngizonishaya nonke, zonke bonke zwap, in fact this boutique will close down with immediate effect. Nijwayelana amasimba nina, nijwayelana idodi bloody coconuts with your broken English, RHA! And for your information I can afford this, I can even buy you this boutique, tsek!” She clicks her tongue, and walks away leaving me with tears streaming down my face. Sasha pulls me into her embrace, such embarssment I’ve just been subjected too, phew wawu. I sit down in one of the chairs, I’ve been served.