|DANGER. GEVAAR. INGOZI|
NKOSINGIPHILE
I would really rather be anywhere but here but it's my brother's party and I have to support him. "So today we are celebrating the engagement of one of Durban's most eligible bachelors. Yeah, ladies I'm sorry but unfortunately Hlanganani Bhengu is officially off the market," the DJ announces and I hear a few groans and boo's from some very thirsty women. Ingabe kwaphelelaphi ukuzihlonipha. Hlanganani laughs and shrugs."Ngizothini? The streets were getting too dangerous," he shouts and there's laughter. "Can we have a moment of silence for Hlanganani Bhengu- the OG player of the decade," the DJ says and we all laugh. Hlanganani has really been around. "On a more serious note, congratulations brother! Drinks are on you!" the DJ says and everyone cheers. Hlanganani shakes his head but I know he's still going to really pay for everyone's drinks. Bottle girls walk over to our table with flaming champagne bottles and a huge board with Hlanganani's picture on it that said 'CONGRATULATIONS HLANGANANI!'. They parade in front of us in their very short dresses and pour the champagne in all of our glasses. They smile seductively at us, with eyes that reflected what they though us to be: their next ticket meal. "Thank you ladies, I would have taken one of y'all- noma nje nonke- home but I'm basically married now so you'll just have to settle for my huge tip tonight," Hlanganani says and I roll my eyes. You would think for an engaged man he would have grown up by now. "Eyi, uyislima ndoda," I say and he laughs and shrugs. I don't know why this is even called an engagement party because his fiancé isn't even here. Eyy, yiz'phukuphuku oHlanganani. The bottle girls turn to leave and one of them steps on my foot with those sharp heels of theirs. It takes all of me to not howl at the pain as I glare at her. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please don't get me fired. Oh my God, are you okay? Did I break anything?" she asks. She's crouching down in front of me, rubbing my feet through my sneakers. "Kulungile nkosazane, ngiyazi ubungaqondile. Ungazi khathazi ngami, is your shoe okay?" I ask and she laughs and so do I when I realize how stupid that sounded. "I'm sure it will be okay," she says and gets up. "Again I'm really sorry for stepping on your foot," she said. "And again I say it's okay," I say and she smiles and I can't help but smile back at her. "Well I have to get back to work, please enjoy the rest of your night," she says and walks away. Melusi, my other brother, clears his throat and I look at him as I drink my scotch. "Yini?" I asked. "Kulungile nkosazane. Is your shoe okay?" he says in a mocking tone and I roll my eyes. "Haibo Nkosi, ngizokuceba," Hlanganani says. "Ukuthi ngenzeni? Ninesicefe," I say and slap the back of their heads simultaneously. "Noma ungasishaya, ok'salayo it's the truth," Hlanganani says. "Oh really? Mr 'I wish I could take you all home'?" I ask and they both laugh. Idiots.
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