"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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✈︎TWO YEARS LATER...
Friday Night (Club L¡V)
"𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂𝙾𝙺𝙴! My cuz is finally back and busy!" my cousin, Qiqaqonde shouts as she lifts up her shot glass for a toast. This is our fourth or fifth round of shots for the night, but who's counting?
"Yasssss! And akasemhle, she looks so disgustingly gorgeous! She's stepping on these bitches necks, ke sana!" my little sister, Nangamso co-signs. Both of them have been gassing me up all night. It feels so good to be back in the country and outside with my girls, having fun again. I can't remember the last time I smiled this much.
"I'm going to need food after this shot. Y'all bitches are trying to have me passed out somewhere," I whine. My body is feeling great now, but I know I will be paying for it in the morning.
"Yes yes! That's what you need. You are about to turn 32 and you're going to get married on top of that, mntasekhaya. We're gonna do our best to get you lit all weekend. Who knows when we're gonna be able to get you out again," Nangamso fusses.
"Purr! Lo Mel has turned you into a damn boring girl," Qiqa, chimes in. Well, Mel is my fiancé. We met two years ago, right after I had relocated to Saudi Arabia. We initially bonded over the fact that we were both from South Africa. At the time, Mel had been signed with a soccer club that side. Fast forward to today, we are madly in love and planning a wedding together. Mel just recently signed a contract with a South African club, which is the reason why I'm also back in the country.
"I think sophisticated is the word you're looking for. Melumzi is a brand on his own so I have to act the part bantase. Even coming here was a stretch for me," Nangamso rolls her eyes. "Don't start, Nanga," I whine.
Nangamso hates Melumzi for no apparent reason, at all. She believes he's a player for some stupid reason.
"Listen, if you're okay with that man playing in your face, who am I to say anything?" She takes another shot.
"Nanga!" I chastise.
"Don't Nanga her, she's right. Ayize, this man is five years your junior, five years mntase! On top of that he's a whole flippin' football player. uMaradona, Ayize!" Qiqa, chirps in.
"Not this again, ladies!" I spit defensively.
"Well, niggas ain't shit, rich or broke, old or young. Let's not even get into that tonight. The only thing I want you to focus on is having a good time. You've had a crazy week with settling back in, you deserve to let your hair down and unwind," Nanga suggests. I completely agree. For once, I'm going to allow myself to let my hair down.
We're now standing at the deejay's booth, counting down to my birthday. The VIP tickets Qiqaqonde had snagged, granted us the privilege.
"Can everybody wish the gorgeous Ayize a happy birthday!" The club MC trumpets. I swear, I'm going to murder Nangamso.
