A Thousand Hills

The Mzimelas'

My hair is so nappy that I spent the better part of last night styling it.
No black woman has business doing her natural hair in the morning, especially if going for an interview.
The frustration can drive a saint mad but I'm glad at how it turned out, it's a little 'here comes the bride' but I've styled it neatly with intricate twists that meet in the end to make a nice bun.

Lindzy advised I wear a wig because it's much more appealing and feminine, so he claims.
Fortunately for me Noxolo took all my wigs last week to wash, dye and style because apparently they looked like dead rodents
sigh....
I don't even know why I love her.

I've paired my high waisted beige pants with a white round neck blouse and my knee length beige Coat, with a simple necklace and stud earrings.
I look hot and sophisticated no questions asked
I've researched the company and the position I applied for so much that at this point I'm pretty sure the job is mine.

It was somewhat hard to research the brothers, who'll be my bosses because they live very private lives.
Other than the youngest one's lavish lifestyle that's kind of on social media, there's nothing online about their personal lives( I say kind of because he doesn't post much, oh but when he does, it's unreal, he's always on vacation spots and the car collection screams money)

The speculations of white collar crimes are just that, speculations, no case, no reason just rumours.
I'm rather early but what the heck, you can never be too sure with Joburg traffic, rather not take the chance.

As I get out of the car, I spot one of the three brothers, it's clear that it's the 2nd one, that's how much I've researched them up on the Internet.
They seemed very dignified and ooze power, but up close he's not that poised.
He's built like an athlete, no that's too generous, he's thick and tall like how someone who used to be an athlete would look like.

The line where fat and muscle meet have now been blurred, his short hair is unkept and he's wearing all black and is just smoking, while scrolling through his phone.
Whatever dignity I'd adorned them with has gone
No way in hell this man is smoking weed at 10:30 in the morning, not that weed itself is the issue.
I enjoy a joint every now and again (every 3rd day at this point) but this is different, it's a job interview for crying out loud.
All this effort to look good and now I will probably be interviewed by someone who's high.
I still want the job though

A smart person would make small talk maybe by pretending they don't know where they're going, but not me.
I don't know how to play cute and charming to save my life, the email clearly stated 3rd floor and the receptionist will be there expecting me.

He's staring right at me with a questioning look, as I walk towards him (the entrance door)
I greet good morning and the bundle of joy merely nods with an

'Uhm'

Arg, I walk past, his cologne plus the weed actually smells amazing

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"Miss Zungu, you barely have enough experience for this position," he rudely states.
Firstly, why is he even here!

The interview started at 11am and the youngest brother Nsizwa has taken a liking to me.
He has already hinted that the job is mine, matter of a fact when this caveman walked in, we were done with the pleasantries and about to part ways.

He doesn't give me a chance to respond and while looking at his brother with annoyance, goes on to say

"I swear it's like y'all advertised this post at Rockets or something" he shakes his head and looks at me

"You have a uTube channel?" The bored look on his face throws me off

"Yes, is that a problem" I ask with a straight face