VUYO

I’m here at the Dr’s practice to get the DNA results. I took the things that Adele gave me, and brought them here. She steps inside the office with a smile plastered on her face, what am I saying? This woman is forever smiling I’ve never witnessed her grumpy, or moody.

“Good afternoon Vuyo.”

“Afternoon doc,” she settles down.

Her: “What do you think the results say?” She gives me a smile. Yes, I told her about my ordeal.

Me: “That she’s mine.”

Her: “I see. Let me not waste any more of your time then,” she hands me the envelope with an assuring smile.

Me: “Thank you Dr,” I’m already on my feet.

Her: “Only a pleasure, and remember to go for the therapy sessions together with her if she’s truly your daughter. It’s going to be a tough ride trying to build daughter & father relationship, but whatever you do remember to put God first,” I nod, and step out of her office pressing the envelope on my chest taking deep breaths. I get inside my car, and look at the envelope, my hands are sweating, and so is my forehead. Yes, I want to know the truth, but on the other side I’m scared of what I will find. I mean, I found her on top of the bed, legs sprawled showing her tiny pussy, and seeing the mark really sobered my mind. Imagine if I was in drunk, I would’ve probably slept with her without thinking twice. And again, how will she look at me? She will always see me as the man who buys prostitutes, and I have no doubt that she saw the ring on my finger. Damn, this is messed up.

I pull up at the house address that she gave me, and from the outside you can tell njer ukuthi hhayi akulungi. The gate is ajar, the fence have fallen, and the windows are covered with boxes. I step out of the car, and there’s a little boy playing right next door he looks so dirty, and his face is filled with dry mucous. I call him over, and he gets up, and hurry toward me, he is walking barefooted.

“Hey boy, unjani?” I play with his coarse hair.

“Ngiyaphila bhuti, wena unjani?” (I’m well thanks, and how are you)

Me: “Ngiyaphila. Ikuphi ekhaya?” (Where is home) he points at the house. “Umama ukhona?” (Is your mother around)

Him: “Akekho, futhi mina ngilambile solo aphume ekuseni no Nomcebo naye angimazi ukuphi,” (She’s not around, and I’m hungry. She left early in the morning, and I don’t know where Nomcebo is)

Me: “Ukukhiyele la ngaphandle?” (Did she lock you outside here) he nods. A part of me wants to take him, and leave with him, but I can’t just take him without talking to his mother. I know that she will not care that he’s gone, but I need to talk to her. And why would she leave the child this dirty? “Singakutholaphi ukudla la eduzane mfana?” (Where can we get food around here boy)

Him: “Masiyehla kancane ngale strada akusekudeni,” (when we go down the streets it’s not that far) I nod.

Me: “Asambe. Ubani u Nomcebo?” (Let’s go. Who is Nomcebo)

Him: “Sis’wami,” (she’s my sister) I nod. We walk for a few minutes having a conversation, he is one clever child. Anyway, we get to the café and we buy dagwoods plus coke, then we go and sit down in one of the benches waiting for our order. A woman who is very drunk, walking zig zag having a bottle of castle lager in her hand, and singing a song that I never heard of approaches us. “Nangu U Mama uyeza,” (here’s my mother coming) she gets to us, and looks at us.

“Yah wena mbuzi ubani lo?” (Hey you goat, who is this) she burps after asking that question.

Him: “Igama lakhe uVuyo.” (His name is Vuyo)

Her: “Wenzani naye la? Njengoba uhlezi la ubani ogade u muzi wami wazi kahle ukuthi nalenja engu Nomcebo ayikho? Kaze siyephi leso sfebe. Futhi ucabanga ukuthi uyodlani namuhla mbuzi ngoba mina angiyolala endlini?” (What are you doing with him here? With you sitting here who is guarding my house knowing very well that, that dog Nomcebo is not around? I wonder where did that slut go. Again,    what is she thinking you are going to eat today goat because I will not be sleeping at home tonight)

Him: “Angish…,” one slap lands on his cheek cutting his sentence short, he yelps, and sounds of sniffing follow shortly. He is silently crying.

Her: “Yey! Angisho yamasimba ngithi ubani ogade u muzi sami wena njandini?” She attempts to slap him again, but I get hold of her hand twisting it. She looks at me, then at her hand. “Wenzani? Wenzani wena nja!”

Me: “Yini lento oyenzayo? Why ushaya lomntwana ngathi ushaya umuntu om’dala? Yintanga yakho lomntwana? I think I need to let the social workers know about this, and trust me they will be very excited to know about how you are treating this child, and you will spend the rest of your life in jail. Mshaye futhi mshaye.” She looks at me eyes wide in shock not believing that I just said that, she should know better than to treat the child the way she’s doing, and with their living conditions the social workers won’t even hesitate to take the child away from her, and she won’t do anything about it.

Her: “Awazi ukhuluma ngani, and ungubani wena uzong’tshela ukuthi ngimuphathe njani lomntwana? Ungu yihlo wake wena?” (You don’t know what you are talking about, and who are you to tell me how to treat this child? Are you his father)

Me: “I’m not his father, and I know exactly what I’m talking about, and if I were to call the social workers right now, and take them to your house, let them asses the living conditions. What do you think is going to happen to you?” She looks at me.

Her: “I- I. Bhuti please don’t do that, ungayenzi lento awazi ukuthi kwenzekalani ezimpilweni zethu, awazi ukuthi lenja le ngiyithole njani. Ngiyam’zonda lomntwana, ng’mzonda kakhulu kube ngavele ngam’bulala ngisase nes’khathi. Ngiyam’zonda lomntwana mina. Enhlek uyazini, cela ung’size ke uyithathe lento uhambe nayo ubone ukuthi wenzani ngaye, ngim’suthi mina lo!” (Don’t do this, you don’t know what’s going on in our lives, you don’t know how I conceived this dog. I hate this child, I hate him so much, I should’ve killed him while I had time. I hate this child. You know what, please help me, and take him, and see what you do with him I’ve had enough of him)

Me: “I will gladly do so, and I will come back with the social workers. Ungumama onjani wena othengisa ngomntanakhe emadodeni?” (What kind of a mother are you that sells her daughter to men)

Her: “A mother that has had enough. Umama okhathele, ngidiniwe mina!” (I’m tired) she walks away, and I look at Blessing whose hands are holding my legs.

Him: “Hamba nami bhuti ungangishiyi,” (leave with me brother, don’t leave me) his voice carries so much pain.

Me: “Khululeka mfana sizohamba manjer uyezwa?” (Relax boy, we will leave now do you hear me) he nods. Now, how am I going to explain all of this to Cindy? But then again, I can’t leave this child here at the hands of this woman. Sighs, oh, well I will see ahead. We go, and fetch our orders then leave the café, as we are busy walking we see his mother entering her yard with some man hand in hand giggling, I shake my head. I will have to come back here so that she will tell me more about Nomcebo, I wonder if there’s a day where she becomes sober. We step inside my car, and we drive off. I look at Blessing next to me as he is eating, he is eating as if like he last had a meal a long time ago.

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NOMALANGA

A peaceful nap is all that I wanted, but how can I with the noise of the people who’ve just arrived? Sighs, I look up the ceiling, my hands on my tummy trying to think of something that will distract me from all of this, yazi it was going to be better if I had a sewing machine, my mind would’ve forgotten about things happening here, but focused on the machine, and the fabric at hand. Bulelwa (Tsakani’s mother) have been locking herself in her bedroom ever since that breakfast saga. The makotis and their husbands went sight seeing together with the little ones, but hhayi shame I think these adults busy making noise takes after them. My phone rings, and its a South African number, and it can only be daughter. I sit upright as a smile forms in my lips, and answer her she looks tired, and very sleepy if I must say.

“Mama.” She looks happy to see me.

“Nono.”

Her: “How are you? How are you finding the vacation so far, and I’m sorry for calling you after this long,” she yawns.

Me: “I’m good Nono, and the vacation is not what I expected it to be. It’s a disaster, a whole mess.” She laughs.

Her: “It can only be TKs mother making it a mess, that woman seems like she has a lot of issues, and have a very childish mind,” I laugh.

Me: “That could be your future mother-in-law mind your language, and no it’s not only her, but the wives too, except for Mmathabo she is trying her level best to accommodate me. How can I forget the boys? But overall, all is good,” she nods.

Her: “Mama, if that woman attempts to make your life a living hell please tell me, and put her in her place tell her where to get off together with those makotis of hers, or else I will come there, and play them a movie they’ve never watched before. Bangakusukeli njalo,” she yawns again, and I chuckle.

Me: “How dare you yawn while on a call with me?”

Her: “I’m tired Mama.”

Me: “So, what is it that you did days ago at the garage?” She sighs, and flares her nose.

Her: “Mama, can’t we have this conversation some other time? I really need to sleep now, and I was calling checking up on you.” I nod.

Me: “Okay Nono. Please be safe that side.”

Her: “I will Ma, I love you.”

Me: “I love you too, and don’t turn that house into a circuit,” she laughs.

Her: “As if I will dare you, take care, and enjoy your safety vacation.”

Me: “I will try, and who knows maybe I might find you a step father here.”

Her: “No, you wouldn’t Mama. I don’t want one, but you can find yourself a boyfriend. Anyway, Lindiwe asked me to pass her greetings, and I’ve given her your numbers she will call you anytime, I love you.”

Me: “I love you too.” She blows me a kiss, and hangs up leaving me with a smile on my face until…

“I guess this is my room I hope I’m not sharing it with anyone, you know how I like my peace,” speaks someone outside the room, and I watch as the doorknob goes down I chuckle because I’ve locked the door. “Hhayi, the door is locked!” Whoever it is plays with the doorknob, and the person she is with laughs.

“Try knocking, I’m sure someone will open the door,” says the one who was laughing.

Her: “But, I strictly told Lee that I don’t want to share I want a room of my own!” She protests.

Woman 2: “Guess your son didn’t hear you very well, be glad Mmangwane that you are not sharing with Bulelwa.”

Her: “Yhey. Don’t mention that woman’s name in my presence, hake mobatle ke matlakala fela that woman, I don’t like her, ebile watella,” I chuckle covering my mouth.

Woman 2: “And you are stuck with her until this war is over.”

Her: “How I wish those thugs can grab her, and put her in the front line of this war, but I will be patient.”  A knock comes through at the door, finally, some manners. “I hope the person I’m sharing with is not noisy,” but you are, and loud too. I get off bed, and attend to it, I turn the key, and the door pushes open. “Yah, I’m here, and you are?” She looks at me from head to toe then brushes past me as she invites herself in, the woman she’s with greets, and I respond closing the door.

Woman 2: “I know everyone who’s here, and it’s my first time seeing you. What’s your name?”

Me: “Nomalanga, and you are?”

Her: “Thembeka, and that’s Mmangwane,” I nod. Mmangwane is busy looking around the bedroom, I stride to my chair, and settle down looking at the view.

Mmngwane: “We need to set up a sleeping arrangement, Nomalanga you will take the couch, and I will take the bed.”

Me: “Not so fast Mmnangwane. You found me here of which means that you are taking the couch, because I’m the one who slept on that bed first,” she looks at me, and claps her hands laughing once.

Her: “Are you telling me that I’m supposed to sleep on the couch?”

Me: “Yes, if you don’t want to share the bed with me, then you can make yourself a comfortable bed on that couch.”

Thembeka: “Hmmmm, excuse me. Lovely meeting you Nomalanga.”

Me: “Likewise,” she walks out leaving me with Mmangwane who is sitting on the bed hands on her cheeks looking at me, studying me, oh well. I shrug, and look outside the window.

“Yoh!” She exclaims clapping her hands. “Hha, hhayi unbealivable, hhe madoda.” I want to laugh, but I don’t want her to think otherwise of me. I will not be a pushover for these women, phela bona they know each other, and I’m the odd one out. “Let me take a nap, maybe I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming haibo!” Uh, uh, uh… I shake my head holding in laughter. Shuuhhh, so dramatic.

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LUXOLO

Hearing my mother’s voice assures me that everything will be fine, everything will be well. She looked rather excited to be out of South Africa, but I don’t blame her. I, too, would’ve been excited shame because wawu this kounrty kore ho bhizi maarn Ai. Tk’s mother better not mess with my mother if she knows what’s good for her together with those Makotis of hers, mxm. Lindiwe called me few hours ago saying that she’s checking up on me whereas she just wanted to see if Lee was around, her obsession with Lee will really send her straight to the devil’s toenail, Lee is those guys who loves pussy more than the owner of the pussy

and Lindiwe likes sex too, and the fast life. Mara mos they both like marshmallows, maybe if him & Lindiwe hook up they will tame each other, and fall in love with each other, other than sex. 

TK steps inside the room with a tray of food in his hands dragging me out of my match making scheme, and we are at his house. I woke up in his house, or our house as he calls it. Yazi I don’t know what’s going on with me, or maybe I do, but I’m in denial about all this. I vowed to not fall in love again after my breakup with Sanele, well, no one told another that it’s over, but as they always say “action speaks louder than words” and in this case, actions spoke louder than words. Dude doesn’t even cross my mind I’ve completely forgotten about him. But TK? TK does things to me, and he is easy to love, he is fun to be with, and most definitely a whole vibe, and more. I’m falling in love with him daily, but I’m scared. I’m scared of falling in love alone, scared to be diving with my heart in instead of my head. A lot of people already think that we are a couple, and he too is behaving like we are one, but if only they knew that what’s actually going on between us doesn’t have a name, we just enjoy each other’s company. Wrinkled facka also gave me a pet name I would be lying if I said I don’t like it, I love it. Sanele never called me with pet names, and coming to think of it Sanele never wanted to be seen with me in public, of which makes me think that he was afraid of something or someone, or maybe he was just embarrassed about me, I was not a slay queen after all, and most definitely not beautiful like all the girls he always hanged out with. And so were my previous boyfriends, I guess I was the problem. But this time, this time around it all feels so different, but as for me I’m a girl on mission. I need to build an empire without distractions, but TK is my beautiful distraction, a distraction I would like to keep forever.

I’m jogged out my thoughts again by TK’s lips smashing into mine, I snap out of it giving him a guilty smile.

“Yoh, hhayi you can think shame I give it to you. What were you thinking about?” I tilt my head.

“Nothing interesting,” I shrug.

Him: “Not even me?”

Me: “Nada.”

Him: “Stop lying. You were day dreaming about me, admit it.” I roll my eyes at him.

Me: “There’s nothing to admit uyaphapha nje wena. Aphi amajita?”

Him: “They left I told them that I want to spend time with you.”

Me: “If only you could spend more time with your girlfriends than me.”

Him: “Nah, I’d rather spend it with you than all these whores. You are my woman bubbles, everyone knows that, and you know that too. Ungowami, you belong to me, and me alone ngibulala Inja lakuwe bubbles saarn. Ng’yakuncwanya uyeza? Ng’yazifela lovey saarn wuwe k’phela okwazi ukuba ku level yami hhai lezi ezinye izinja. Yeka uku stress(a) ngezinto eziningi bubbles, bheka mina.” I look at him. “Good. We are official now sesajola finish, mangingaphikiswa futhi.”

Me: “H for hektik!”

Him: “You’ll do just fine lovey saarn, ungafi bubbles, but you still need to quit that job of yours, or else I will come, and fetch you everyday,” I laugh.

Me: “You have time.”

Him: “I do have a lot of time when it comes to protecting what’s mine bubbles my bubble gum, asidle ke.”

Me: “You are unbelievable wena.”

Him: “And that’s why you love. Bubbles.”

Me: “Hmmm?”

Him: “I love you.” I flash him a smile.

Me: “I love you too,” hope I won’t regret this. I love this moment right now, but there’s something at the back of my head, something that doesn’t sit well with me, something that doesn’t put me at ease, I smell danger. Hope my guts are wrong though… TK puts his hand underneath his T-shirt, and gets hold of my breast cupping it, now this is what I want. Mind blowing sex that will ease my mind from the thoughts of this danger I’m sensing, he makes me lie on my back, and he gets on top of me, and start kissing me as both his hands are fondling my breasts, I wrap my legs around his thighs, my hands cupping both his cheeks…

SAMANYOBINYOBI

I’m not an oral fan, I hate sucking dicks honestly even Sanele knew that, and he too never went down on me, apparently I was not clean enough I didn’t even know what he meant by that because I was always shaved. But at this very moment with TK I’m willing to give him one, I mean he does muff me, so why don’t I return the same gesture? Haha, hope I will not bite his dick, but I will follow all the tips I’ve been reading on bad girls bible “how to give a mind blowing blow job,” and I’ve practising with my vibrator, and cucumber, after all practice makes perfect. We are fully naked now, he continues kissing me caressing my boobs his dick is right at the entrance of my pussy, but I don’t want him inside me, not yet anyway. He guides his hand down my pussy lifting himself up a bit so that his hand can find it’s way on my pussy, he finally does. His hand covers all my pussy, and he starts moving it up & down in slow motion he ain’t in a hurry, and I like that, he wants this to be  love making more than just fucking. We are both deep within our feels, we are connecting with each others souls the way he looks at me in between the kissing, erh makes me happy. He has this proud look that I’m finally his, officially his, and right now he wants to make the best out of it, this is assurance that he loves, and wants me more than anything else. Should it happen that we don’t work in the long run, or it ends in tears I will still cherish these moments, I will cherish his love because he loves me beyond my flaws and all that. I know that he hates my work profession, but the very same work profession is what attracted him to me. That very same job is the reason I’m sprawled out in his bed with him on top of me.

He runs his finger down my slit, and draws circles around it, his thumb is right above my clitoris circling his thumb there too, I moan as his finger pushes inside my pussy hole, and start finger fucking me, he slips in a second finger, and continues fucking me. Sending all kinds of sensation in my body, he quickens his pace, and not giving my clitoris mercy he is basically punishing it. A loud moan escapes my lips as his fingers continue working my pussy, putting some pressure on my clitoris. My legs stiffens as my body tenses, I dig my nails in his neck bringing his face to hit the pillow just above my shoulder. 1 2 3… My toes curl, my body relaxes, but my legs are shaking, I feel like peeing, but that would be embarrassing imagine peeing while having sex? Wuhhh, anyway. He retracts his fingers of my pussy, but his thumb is still circling my clitoris in soft notion, hhayi fuck it, in just one pressure a loud moan escapes my lips, he lifts his thumb, and I pee right there, and then wetting the bed he will have to forgive me, I will wash the sheets if it needs to be. I’m embarrassed!

“Aren’t we a little naughty? You squirted, and I take it it’s your first time seeing how flushed your face is.” I cover my face with my hands, and he laughs. “You don’t have to embarrassed its very normal, let’s just say you are lucky not many girls know the feeling of squirting, unless they pleasure themselves, and find their weak spots, then yeah…”  he removes my hands of my face, he is still laughing mxm.

“I…,” he shuts me up with a kiss again, doing what he did in the beginning. He teases my right nipple with his tongue while pinching the other one, not with pressure, but gently. I pull out from the kiss as he attempts to push himself in. “Wait, before you fuck me out of my brains allow me.” He looks at me confused. I push him off me, and I get on top of him, but facing the other way around. My ass is up on his face together with my pussy on full display, he better work his tongue there. I hear him suck in some air before releasing it into a low growl making me smile. I look at his still erect dick pointing straight toward my mouth wanting my attention, my lips covering it, and my throat reacting , gagging to its length.

I spit on the tip of his head before giving his dick a hand job. “Lift your legs, but let your feet stay on top of the bed, and spread your legs apart.”

“Huh? Uthini sisi? Why?” He asks clearly confused.

“Just do it before I’m turned off,” he does as I say, his knees are pointing up. I start by licking the tip of his head not releasing my hand from massaging his dick, I swirl my tongue around his tip releasing my hand from his cock going to his balls, he exhales in a longer shudder. I focus on licking his frenulum up-down-side to side, in cirles, he twitches, and groans as I do my job assuring me that I’m on the right track. He starts licking pre-cum I lick that shit, yuck, the taste! Anyway, now this is invitation to use my mouth, my hand is squeezing his balls, but not with pressure since it is said that balls are weak, and doesn’t requires you to hurt them, mxm. I take his dick inside my mouth, but not all of it, I don’t want to gag before I can even start doing my job with my mouth. Hmm, he groans as I go up & down, he moans and I go deeper. As I pumped up and down on his cock with greater speed, his hand stretches and dig his fingers into my ass cheek. I relax my throat and go all the way down on him, taking him all in this time, his dick reaches my throat causing my eyes to bulge, shit. He moans and press his fingers between cheeks against my ass turning me on more, he parts me and I feel a shock that travel up through my middle making me moan over him. My throat Tightens and I cough with his dick still inside my mouth, I want to vomit, but I won’t be squeezes my waist tightly groaning as he flickers my pussy with his tongue, my body tenses, and I feel him grow inside my mouth.

“Fuck bubbles! Shit! Hmm, aahhh, bubb… bubbles.” He’s about to cum, and I don’t want him cumming inside my mouth, I let go of his dick from my mouth, and give him a hand job, first pre-cum then seconds later my hand is filled with his semen, he breathes out. I swipe some of the semen with my finger, and turn to look at him, he looks out of it, his eyes closed. I part his lips with the very same finger that I used to swipe his cum, nigga must taste himself. He flips his eyes open as he tastes his own cum, I laugh. “Voetsek!”

“I hope you liked it.” I bat my eyes. He smiles.

“I loved that shit, damn girl! That was wild!” Impressive Luxolo, impressive baby girl.

I’m beneath him, he has both my wrist tied down with his hand, I open my legs, and starts by teasing my entrance with his cock sucking on my neck clearly he is giving me hickeys, well I will hide them with make-up. I don’t want to walk around with evidence that I had sex previously. A moan escapes my lips as I start breathing abnormally, my nipples hardening against his chest. I want him, but he is busy circling his cock in my entrance I will not rush him to be inside me, I like it when he totures me like this. My body jerks up as his free hand cup my breast, playing with it. I move my hand down his back until my middle stops at the passage that separate the ass, I want to tease my finger there but I decide otherwise, he will that I’m a porn star, and I’ve doing this sex shit for long. I gasp as he enters me, his balls slammed my ass, that was unexpected. Argh,. I wrap my legs round his thighs just underneath his butt cheeks drawing his huge cock into me further. He moans as he pushes himself inside me, till my soaking wet pussy envelope the whole length of his dick, he thrusted into me fast with his tight ass going up and down, he pushes ass off the bed and my pussy into his hardness. I’m sure by now you all know that I love digging his skin, and he loves it when I dig his skin with my nails.

He goes in & out of my pussy, groaning in my ear, sinking his teeth on my neck again making my blood rush. I moan, and growl especially when his balls hits my butt cheeks… He turns me over, pulling me by my dreads bringing my neck up to meet his face as he kisses me, the slap of his balls on my clitoris is what turns me on more, I caress my boobs with my hands since they are both free, and pull my nipples. My moans get lost in his mouth as he continues fucking me, my toes curl, he pushes me to the bed his weight on top of me as he fucks him, he breaths fast & hard pushing my body further down the bed. I climax with a shattering intensity and within minutes of me reaching my orgasm, he follows erupting inside me, drenching my pussy with his release and he slurp on top of me, his dick still inside me as we both try to catch our breaths, it was intense!  drenching her warm pussy with his erotic release.

“I love you bubbles,” he whispers in my ear nibbling it.

“I love you too,” I close my eyes because I know that he’s not done with me.