A Thousand Hills

Fresh Hell

"So you're Lesedi?" a beautiful woman I don't know asks

She's leaning against the sinks when I walk out of the toilet stall, her white pant suit is paired with black lingerie and my eyes land her breasts before I collect myself.

Sigh, I'm no better than a man

She's sophisticated with a twist of sexy, her weave is tied in a low bun. The lady standing next to her is equally as pretty in a red sequin pant suit, their lashes are so big and thick, I'm sure they fan their faces every time they blink

"Yes, sorry you are?" I ask feeling slightly awkward, I'm washing my hands in the ladies room trying to think of where we might know each other from. She doesn't seem familiar, I'd remember a face that pretty and well made up

She smirks, clicking her tongue a bit before answering

"Nqobile, Nqobile Khoza" she says folding her arms across her chest with mild satisfaction but I still don't know her so I just smile and dry my hands.
An older woman comes out of the stall to wash her hands as well

"Love your suit, you're very pretty" I say awkwardly because she's still looking at me as if I should know her

"Can't say the same unfortunately, I don't remember him being this cheap, he let you leave the house looking like that?" she says looking at me up and down.

I'm not instantly offended because what is she talking about? I look elegant.

I have a body flattering pale rose gold satin dress on, it's just below my knees and the thin straps make the ladies look bigger than they are, sure it's from YDE but I look amazing. This colour looks beautiful on my skin, Lindzy lives to critic and style me and even he was impressed
Though my make up is minimal compared to hers, I did a silk press on my afro, I look good and she can't tell me otherwise.

"Okay, have a great night then" I say walking away because what do I say back?
The ladies bathroom has been a safe place for as long as I can remember.
I've never heard any bad stories about the women's bathroom, this is the one place we all look out for each other so I'm taken aback by her remark

"Not so fast, you have some nerve acting like you don't know me, but then again you did learn from the best" she has grabbed my arm tightly, what the hell? The look in her eyes could kill even her nose is flared

"Let go, I think you're mistaking me for someone else"

"I wish it was someone else, maybe with a little more class, something anything to make you special" she talking through her teeth, she's angry and I'm more shocked than scared

What is this woman on about, I push her off me but she comes back swinging, I duck and dive her attempts to slap me.

I'd fight back if I knew how or why we were actually fighting. The other lady holds her back

"You home wrecking bitch" she spits in my direction but it lands on the ground

"Little tramps like you have come and gone, whatever MUTHI(potion) you used on him won't work. This man is damaged beyond repair, you're nothing more than fresh meat" she shrieks close to tears

"I don't know what you're talking about, but try that shit again and I'll hurt you" I say walking to the sink to grab my clutch bag.
I didn't even fight in school and I refuse to be dragged into whatever psychotic break this woman is currently having.

She tries to get her hands on me again but just scratches my arm with her claw like long nails so I use my bag to smack her off me. The red sequin dress lady pulls my hair aggressively, making me fall butt first, and the clutch bag falls. What the hell!?