Love, Nozwi.

Lab woman

The director of the campaign wipes his sweat, feeling like he is fighting a losing battle.

"Ma'am, that's a lot of money you are charging us for only a two day campaign," he tries to reason with her.

Yoliswa clenches her teeth, feeling irritation working it's way through her. She really didn't have much patience for men, and it didn't help that this one seemed to be wasting her time.

"Mr Sukati, frankly you are wasting my time. I will not sit here running back and forth with you on what my worth is when it comes to my charges. Would we be having the same dialogue if I was a man?"

Mr Sukati looks at his office landline in disbelief, how the hell had this become about sexism?

"Anyways, don't call me again. From now onwards you contact my PA, that is if- you are really serious about doing business with me." Yoliswa ends the call, leaving the man flushed on the other end of the line.

Mr Sukati calls the coordinator of the campaign. "I've just finished talking to Miss Mkhize, she's demanding a lumpsome from us! for just a two day campaign... Not to mention how difficult the woman is..." He vents out.

"And how much does she want?"

"200 k"

"Then that is what we are gonna pay her. Listen man, she needs to be on board. Yes, she's a "difficult" woman as you say. But she needs to be on board. No one else can do this job but her. Unfortunately she is the best at this kind of job, and if she wants 200k, then we are just going to have to stretch our budget and give her that..." The coordinator explains.

"Damn that bitch..." Sukati lowly mutters.

But within the next hour, he calls YV's PA and everything is finalized. They would give her what she demanded and in turn, she would deliver.

The entire crew was carefully warned to be in order and to be on their A game. If you worked with YV, they last thing she wanted was incompetency and disorganization, and with how unpredictable the woman was, she might just pull out if she didn't like something.

Everyone held their breath on her first day of working on the mining exhibition campaign. It was all from mixed emotions. Breaths held in fear, in awe, in respect, in disbelief... They would be working with the country's charming ice queen-

Yoliswa Mkhize, aka YV. The woman who owned and hosted the country's most watched television talk show, one if its kind, just like the woman- one of her kind.

She was wanted by ministers, princes, influential business men and yet she subtly turned down  each and every one of them. Going as far as to subtly suggest that they were all below her league, especially their IQ- not to mention how much she hated men.

She was a proud misandrist, and yet they never stopped trying to win her heart. She wasn't called an ice queen for nothing. She did look like a queen. Exuded so much grace, class, poise and so much beauty. She was easily in the country's top 5 beautiful women.

And yet she hated it when men told her that she was beautiful. She brought it down to being objectified by them. The only men she accepted compliments from were the gay men.

And while half the country's men hated her because of her misandrist attitude, her controversy, and mostly how they all knew they could never have her, the gays loved her. They all loved her, because she loved them.

She was a proud supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and never failed to voice out her stand with them and was once or twice seen in a protest for the legalization of   the LGBTQ+ community rights in the country- Eswatini. Made generous donations to the only LGBTQ+ organisation in the country. Her crew at work had at least five employees whom she hired solely because they were gay or queer, not because they were qualified.