Cursed - My Name Is Karma

CHAPTER 11

I am woken up by Nelly’s cries and pleas. When I got back from my talk with the goddesses I decided to take a nap so that I don’t end up taking impulsive decisions. I know for sure that once the dark world starts with you, it can only end in pain and suffering or even death, unless you are lucky to be favoured by the gods or in this case goddesses.

There is a reason why the goddess of darkness went after Monte. I mean how much of a coincidence that Monte is somehow immune to my spells and then all of the sudden Nyx pays him a visit, or rather attacks him? I need to consult someone about this but I am not sure who to trust after this attack.

I gather up my strength and get up from the couch. I have thought of ways to save Nelly. One good thing is that she is very talented. She can draw and she also can sing very well. I just have to make sure her talent is exposed out there and people start liking her instead of bullying her. This means I have to go to the university. Fuck I hate field assignments because I don’t do well with crowded places. At times like this, I wish I had minions to send around.

I go to my room and change to a black sexy ankle length skinny pants jumpsuit, black D&G boots, black turtleneck hidden button mid-length trench coat and black hat. I go to my crystal and search through a video of Nelly singing. Navigating and manipulating the crystal to make you see what you wanna see can be quite hard at first but with time, it gets better. I use my powers to copy it to my tablet and then save it.

I quickly send it to the number one producer at Blue Diamond Music, Sandile Ntuli and I make sure I see him view the video and see the contact details of Nelly before anything. He calls one of his co-workers and shows them the video. I smile a little. I then gather my stuff and head out. I drive to the university, a very long 2 hour drive but I rather be alone in my car than being squashed in a plane with humans.

I get to the campus, sign in and drive to the Students Representative Council offices. Before being forced to become karma, I had a dream of going to a university. The University of Zululand to be precise. I wanted to do Social Work but my plans got ruined in an instant.

Anyways after parking my car, I wear my sunglasses with face mask and then I climb off the car after taking my bag. I go inside and walk to the reception. No offence but the lobby is full of students wearing political parties’ t-shirts and they are talking very loudly. I sigh and walk to the person seated behind the desk.

Me: “good day. I am Miss Langa from Blue Diamond Music and I am here to see Thembeka Caluza who is the Public Relations Officer.”

Girl: “welcome. Please excuse the noise. These people tend to behave like hooligans. I am Simphiwe by the way, a self-appointed receptionist. Anyways Caluza’s office is the second door on your left down the hallway. You can go in. she is alone.”
Me: “thank you.” 

I head down the hallway and stop in front of the door written Cde T. Caluza, Public Relations Officer. I knock and enter without her response. She stands up as soon as she sees me. She has this welcoming aura. Although this little office is stuffed and has a distinctive smell, her welcoming aura makes everything bearable.

Thembeka: “hello. I am Thembeka Caluza, the PRO and you must be Miss Langa. Simphiwe just quickly called to tell me you are here to see me.” I chuckle.
Me: “that was fast.”

Thembeka: “she is nosy that one. She wanted me to tell her all about your visit once you’re gone. Welcome to my small office.” She extends her hand and I look at it. I don’t shake hands because a touch of another person’s hand can tempt me to pass on the curse and this young girl has a bright future ahead of her and I don’t wanna jinx it.

Me: “I prefer a hug.” I know I will regret this but I don’t wanna turn her down. She smiles and comes forward. We share a brief hug and then sit down. “I will just get right to the point. I am from Blue Diamond Music. Before we talk about music, I wanna talk about the university’s talent. What is it that you do or what platform do you provide for talented students? From drawing to singing, dancing, writing? What are you as the SRC doing?” she swallows hard and looks at her fingers.

Thembeka: “it’s really embarrassing to be asked of a question like this because we don’t have an answer. We just think hosting a bash or gala dinner for students every once in a while is enough.”

Me: “not everything is about students’ grievances when it comes to academics, finances and mental health. After you’ve solved those problems, what do you do about the other stuff I have mentioned?”
Thembeka: “I think I should call the president and the secretary. If I am to be crucified, at least they must also feel the heat.” I laugh.

Me: “you can call them after I am gone. I don’t do well when I have to address two or more people. Anyways you can host an art show for students that draw, design and whatsoever. You can maybe discuss with them and make them pay at least 10% of their profits to you because I know how much the SRC loves money.” She chuckles.

Thembeka: “you got that right.”
Me: “have an open gallery, I can even get some of my colleagues to come and make sure they buy the art. Anyways I will talk about Blue Diamond maybe the next time I come back or maybe you will meet up with any of my colleagues. I want you to advertise or rather showcase one of the best masterpiece done by Nelisiwe Msomi who is a first year student in production. She has some self-esteem issues but I am sure this will cheer her up.” I take out a picture from my bag and hand it to her.

Thembeka: “wow this is beautiful.”
Me: “and there is more where it came from. I am expecting you to host an open gallery in a month and I will make sure I come.”
Thembeka: “thank you so much for opening my eyes to this. I will definitely call a meeting and then we will be discussing this issue further.”

Me: “if you need some sponsorship don’t be shy to send me and email.” I write down my email and give her the paper. “Till we meet again Miss Caluza. You have a very good heart and the man upstairs put you in this position for a reason. Don’t let other people or greed tell you otherwise. Farewell.”

I go outside and I am met by a cute guy. Maybe this assignment will be more fun that I thought. I stop him and take off my glasses. I look deeply into his eyes and just like that, he is under my spell.

Me: “you will befriend Nelisiwe Msomi. You will take her out and make her feel good about herself. You will remind her every day of how beautiful she is and you will remind her of her worth. You will protect her from everyone who wishes to cause her harm. You will be her knight in shining armor and you will always be there for her but you may not in any circumstances take advantage of her or date her. If so, you will die. Understood?”
Him: “yes you majesty.” Humans.

I smile and put on my glasses. I walk to the parking lot and come to a halt when I see Nelly not far from my car. She is actually seated at a bench and seems like she is drawing the car. Well I won’t interrupt her. I go to the bench and sit not far from her.

Me: “it’s a beautiful car right?” she giggles and nods. She is not shy in nature but the bullying she has been subjected to has changed her.
Nelly: “it’s a beast.” She starts explaining every little detail in the car. Her face lightens up. It’s like she is in her zone. I can’t help but smile at her. She stops and then looks down in embarrassment. “Forgive me. I am usually very observed.”

Me: “you don’t have to apologize for being yourself. You should be free and be able to express yourself however you want. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a bitch or a dickhead.” She laughs. It’s her first time laughing in ages. “You are a gem and a force to be reckoned with. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” I stand up. “See you around little one.” I go and climb into my car.

Nelly: “OMG! It’s your car.” I laugh, press on the hooter and then drive away.
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