Part 11
***The future is already here – it's just not evenly distributed.***
🌹Rosetta🌹
Ginger nagged us about her new business proposal not that we were interested, I was still hungry and need to eat, it something about being out of jail and wanting to try every food you haven't eaten in a long time, that got me going on a food hunt, so I suggested we go out.
Muntu was totally against it, she is practically a ghost since she was pronounced dead years ago, but because of me, she agrees.
Muntu: you do know there is Uber eat that we could have used"
Me: is that a new restaurant?"
Ginger laughed she was behind the wheel,
Ginger: child I still need to teach you things you have been locked up far too long"
Me: call me a child again I will bust you nose bitch "
Muntu laughed,
Her: Rosy lighten up please "
Me: that will take a bloody miracle to happen"
They laughed while I looked outside my window.
After about a 45-minute drive the car came to halt
Me: where on mother fucker are we? "
Ginger: this was Pat side hustle but with foreclosure knocking and this place not making any money I am forced to sell"
Me: a Pub "
Muntu: nop this was a hoe house "
We stepped out of the car and looked at it, this place was located downtown close to hubber and lighthouse, it was good business looking at demographic, I mean lighthouse alone is a tourist destination, and the number as well with SA Navy coming in and out this joint was a good business.
Me: what made it go under?"
Ginger:" when he died, I struggled with a lot of things, girls stole from me, vandalism happened so I just shut it down "
Muntu: and you want my money to reopen it?"
Her: yep" she said opened the gate and doors
Ginger: it's a good investment"
Muntu: count me out! I got kids to carry about I can't do this shit anymore"
Ginger: kids that know nothing about you "
Muntu: don't pull that shit on me "
Ginger: I saved your life... Muntu you ow me"
Muntu: ooh is that it now... Don't fuck with me bitch..."
I stepped away from Ginger and Muntu who were arguing like kids they even forgot that I'm even here?
This place smelled like something died and it was dirty as fuck, it was big with two floors but hoe house Good lord no, I kept on looking around, two doors lead to the terrace I opened then
and stepped out, I just stood outside and smoked looking at ships moving in the dark sea, this was a beautiful view especially at night
" so what do you think"
Ginger said
Me: I'm not investing in a hoe house"
She looked at me and Muntu as if we said something wrong by disagrees with her
"Our husband sold drugs and used traffic mules for us to have this life, they killed a lot of people for us to survive it's a man from himself in this cold world "
Me: Ginger I'm not selling someone child to a man...so forget it is not running an investment on prostitution"
Ginger: Rosy you not selling no one..."
Muntu: technically we will be, look running a hoe house is depressing most girls get into this business to make money to escape poverty but this life is like a drug they get sucked in even deeper, most don't even survive, while we cash out on them and become filthy rich that worse than blood money, we killing peoples future here "
Ginger bite her lip
Muntu: not everyone will be lucky like you Ginger, you were a call girl and Pat fell in love with you...that miracle does not happen to most people"
I looked at Ginger I never knew that she was a call girl, she just told me she worked in a club, not this kind of a club, she cleaned up really good for umahosha
Ginger: but..."
I cut her short
Me: but tell me after how many times did he fucked you for money before he cleaned you up?"
She just looked away moving her hair from her face,
Me: I was a toy for year's a trophy wife, my mother warned me, marry him and you will lose your twenties and thirties and now you asking me to change someone's child to the very same life that got me to jail"
Ginger: you were not a prostitute Rosy you were married to him "
Me: now why every night did I feel like one when he was done with me?..."
I looked at her but she just looked down
Me: we legalized it gave it a name ' wives ' but at the end of the day we were hoes fucked man for money and glam "
I did not look at her, this hush reality just took me back to my life, I was no prostitute or call girl but I was given a luxury life to do anything he wanted to do to me sexually,
I gave him those keys, if I wanted to spend his money so rough sex was a small price to pay so I told myself,
The kind of abuse I experienced is just so hard to explain.
My cry for NO! ... was him thinking I'm saying YES, forcefully it will happen,
And during the act, if I had done or said something that set him off. My intentions did not matter. He had already assigned enormous meaning to whatever I did or didn’t say or do and my attempt to clarify, explain, empathize, or talk through, had no bearing on anything. It leads him to attack me and leave me bleeding lifeless in our bed,
He will ice me out for days and as soon as I recover I was now to be punished for an undetermined amount of time.
I married a psychopath because Sometimes I will feel his whole demeanor shift out of the blue a dark coldness would grow until it seemed to consume him. Those were the days I really had to walk on eggshells because one misstep on my part would catapult him into an angry flurry of condemnation toward me. Panic would set in. Did I put on too much makeup? Was everything in its “proper” place? Did I shower too long? Is this dress appropriate? It was almost as if I had to hold my breath while in his presence because he would interpret even a glance from me in his direction as disrespect or hatred toward him. Yet I knew, deep down, that no matter how hard I tried, the storm would hit. Because in his world, everything was always my fault. . .
Ginger: I married a filthy rich man, when he died I came to realized that my marriage to him was fake, he was still pretty much married to his first wife the mother of his kids, she cleaned me dry and left me with nothing, I slept with a banker to get this place and this is all I have,
I have no money, nowhere to go tell me how on earth am I going to survive? "
Muntu: Ginger why you never said anything..."
Her: I guess I was not a gangster wife after all just his legal or recognized side bitch, I never escaped being his prostitute either, I was and still am that girl he found in this place"
I looked at her I have so much to say but words don't come out, I too am broken, fighting my own demons
Me: sell this place, cash out your money and start something legit "
I said throwing my cigarette away and walking back inside
Muntu: and now where are you going?"
Me: I need to be somewhere... It was nice seeing guys"
Ginger: Rosey! when you were in Jail what was the one thing you wanted to do when you got out "
Me: I will give you three things because I'm being nice today and because you reunited me with Muntu, "I said not even looking at her
"kill Oyama, ....meet my mom....and my son"
Ginger: killing Oyama would have got you back to jail, you just said you were being tailed"
Me: it's was a risk I was willing to take, like it or not the man is going to pay for what he did to me"
Ginger: an eye for an eye does leave the world blind you know... But a blind person who kill never comes out victories "
I rolled my eyes
Me: It's good to know "
I said walking
Ginger: let's say I help you kill him what's your plan?"
I stopped again not looking at her
Ginger: she killed my husband or let's just say pimp and almost killed Muntu lets say we help you what is your plan "
Muntu: I'm too old for revenge the less I know about this plan the better...speak for yourself"
Me: not that I need your help but the only thing that was my drive all this year's behind bars was getting out and killing Oyama, I had no plan or whatsoever on how I will do that or how I will need to accomplish that "
Ginger: many tried and failed... You were once his wife and you the only person that knows his weak spot so think... What is the only thing that he loves the most on Earth "
I slowly turned and looked at her
Me: power...money and pussy"
Ginger raised her eyebrow looking at me,
Ginger: I believe you have a plan... "
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