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Segolame Kabo.

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I THINK THIS WATCHFUL BITCH CALLED KARMA IS MY SECRET SWEET FRIEND…

CHAPTER 2

In Vanderbijlpark I walked the streets alone like a stranger-orphan and kept a straight face like a highly paid model on a runway in upper Hollywood. Everybody had partners. I was alone. I was the mysterious untouchable girl. The mysterious girl next door who didn’t have a man. I didn’t have a man.

People were curious.

They started talking.

Oh, have you heard? She is a damn expensive harlot in Johannesburg surbabs you should see her when she leaves for Joburg. Manje she is only entertains the rich folks.

Oh she is dating a mysterious tycoon bluh bluh… don’t touch her hau target market hauna mali wena you are broke.

The years flew by I was still alone delved deep in my Art.

There were suitors alright.

I didnt choose any.

I wanted neither.

I was still hurting and embarrassed.

Issues back home in Botswana.

Someone had blurted.

And people were talking.

In the most embarrassing way.

Apparently one of my friends was close to Danny’s family and heard talks… Danny’s wife wasn’t happy. And during a hot argument with Danny’s mother my name came out, by mistake. And whoever heard them said my name was mentioned in the most lowest form. Like his bitch Mommy saying the trophy wife shouldn’t be comparing herself to a nobody like me that I was just the night girl for Danny.

People laughed.

I heard about it.

And called Danny.

He had laughed at me over the phone.

And said I must never called that he was a married man now.

I deleted his numbers after that and forgot about him.

Then I relocated.

And in Vanderbijlpark I was the lone woman…

Until I met him.

I will tell you how I met him as time goes on and you will understand.

I agreed to see him because I was h***y that night when we met at a hotel in Sandton.

It was my solo date.

I was hurting and I had booked myself into the most expensive hotel and spoiled myself with a hot bathtub. Then I had put on the most beautiful little number dress and sandals that revealed my beautiful toes and walked around aimlessly in the cool afternoon. My mid was off and I was h***y as f**k when I bumped into him by accident.

And he was a good look.

I didn’t give it a second thought.

Like I said I was h***y.

And damn I was beautiful.

Extremely beautiful.

That was it.

You see that’s why people thought I was dating a mysterious Tenderboy tycoon when they couldn’t get close to me.

Oh I forgot to mention I changed my look when I got to the Vaal.

I bought new Designer clothes.

And changed my hairstyle.

I had paid all my debts and recovered financially,

God works wonders, did I mention that?

So I changed.

And became beautiful overnight.

Joined the local gym and toned my already well shaped body.

And boy, didn’t a stunning girl emerge out of me!

And the talks.

Believe them when they say word of mouth is prophesy…

I had always shrugged the rumours that I was the hot mysterious girl dating an unknown millionaire.

And it happened exactly that.

Probably because most South Africans have madlozi eyes and when they utter something they have seen it in Spirit.

So one day I decide to f**k this South African musician and it turned out he was stinking rich…a millionaire of note and he stayed with me.

Actually a few months of seeing him I didn’t know he was a rich kid. He would show up on my doorstep with an old beaten up GTI and hide in my room for all week long if he wasn’t cooking a song. I was his go to place to destress the hectic industry. Heck he would talk about the industry and the backbiting, the pretense, the soul snatching horrors and the backstage arrangements and false expectations and the setups, the sabotages, the exchanging of one’s life to be at the top and all the hideous things happening in the Industry that I came to loathe it for him. However he made more money that year than all the years that at one point I became afraid for him that he might have also sold his soul. But he was my baby at home, loving, a real man, gentle, soft and very private.

Of course we had silently opted for going private.

We have never discussed it but we knew our boundaries.

I watched the news accusing him of affairs and flings with other famous people but I kept quiet.

I heard fellow students accusing him of being the Illuminati I never said a word.

My world with them ended outside my doorstep and I kept my private life private.

What happened inside my apartment stayed there. The gate keepers didn’t talk as well. We saw the papers accusing him of sleeping with so and so but that time i will be with him and I would keep quiet.

Do you know why I am an introvert?

Life taught me so.

Taught me the nasty way…

Many years ago when I was twelve I went out with a boy and he denied knowing me daylight the following day after I lost my virginity to him.

No one supported me.

Not even his cousins who knew we have been seeing each other for days.

Mother scolded me, well I told you about it, didn’t it?

So I kept quiet about my South African lover.

Except occasionally he would drop a reaction or two in my social media photos but then I am a looker and always gave a valid reason when people asked about it. Who would scroll on past my photos? Even some Presidents once reactd and it blew the internet and at work I said it was the President’s fake page and they believed me.

So it was then that the following morning, very early morning, out of nowhere Danny pinned me on the deck and demanded answers.

He had always known I was an early riser.

Each morning was my routine to wake up and stare at the beginning of sunrise.

I believed it brought luck, heck it has brought me luck hasn’t it?

He caught me off guard as I was staring at the United States Florida waters and I am very far away in my thoughts thinking about Botswana life when suddenly his alcohol stale breath is on my neck and he grabs me from behind and demanded an explanation.

I just looked at him and laughed.

Danny: Dammit Sego, who is he…I mean what are you doing with him what is he to you how did you meet and how long is this nonsense been happening? He is using you you bitch!

I stared right through his desperate eyes and laughed.

I mean who is this stranger demanding answers?

Danny: Dammit Sego! C’mon tell him! Tell him you were mine first and you are still mine…!

I laugh at him more. This time much much louder.

Then the son of a b*tch slaps me right across my face.

Very hard.

Slaps me again.

And pushes me right across the deck and the commotion of the chairs…

Suddenly my Hero appears.

I have never heard a man yelp.

Danny yelps as he throws him roughly across the deck and right at the rail to the edge, nearly over the hull.

I have never seen my man that angry.

I am scared that he might throw Danny in the sea.

Danny is unconscious.

His head had hit the rail and a drop of blood is dripping from his left ear.

He growls at me to go back to the quarters.

The host is standing between them breaking the fight.

He is still kicking Danny lying down unconscious.

I am afraid.

What if he kills Danny then me afterwards?

Passion killing was on the rife.

I scarried off back to bed.

Later, much later when everyone is awake I peeped back in the deck and there is Danny and the host and my man whispering heads bowed together so down like football players discussing how to throw an opponent away.

My spirit sinks.

I know when men talk like that it is the bitch who have lost.

I tiptoed back to our quarters, took a quick shower, packed my stuff and then I wrapped my expensive head naughty head with the sheets and waited for my verdict. Expensive head because I am wearing a R25K frontal on my head.

I am defeated.

I mean in my head, it’s you bitch how could you sleep with two most riches men in the Southern of Africa and think you will get away with it?

You see in these voyages there are always the same people coming with different partners and there is always room for break ups. When a couple breaks up we always send off the one who isn’t in our circle off on a small boat towards the nearest City back to their home.

And today I was the one facing the long walk of shame…the scales have cut me.

I didn’t have money and that was his circle of rich folks.

I waited and thought I heard someone preparing the small boat to carry me away and I even thought I hear Danny instructing them.

Then at brunch my man dragged himself into the quarters half drunk and wrapped me into his hands then fall asleep in my bosom and I swear at one point he moaned my name so lovingly..