"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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"𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙲𝙺 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂? How did I miss this? This is explains why la nonkroyi hasn't been answering my calls or replying to my texts. Are you sure you don't want me to panel beat uQiqaqonde? I have acid, you know, we can pour it on that pale ass skin of hers, umzekelo," Nangamso babbles while prancing up and down my pool deck, in nothing but her Jamaican crotchet bikini. Sitting inside the house was not an option due to this scorching late November weather.
Well, Nanga is finally back home, after a tiresome two-three weeks on the road. I'm proud of her and the career moves she's been making lately. I swear, she was born to do music.
"Honestly, Nanga, I couldn't care less, hey. My mind was already made up before I even found out about them. Melumzi didn't even notice my existence until that fire situation. Did I tell you that I saw her giving him some weak ass head? Yet she had the nerve to say all that bogus about me," Yes, call me Petty Perry 'cause I'm bitter like that. Nanga erupts into the obnoxious laughter that only she could do. She joins me in the pool, grabbing the blunt trapped between my fingers.
"I'm sorry! I don't mean to laugh, but that was funny and so unlike you Dr. Gxarha. But I get it. And my God, I can't wait to grab Melumzi by the balls before spinning him in the air." Now it's my turn to fall into a fit of laughter.
"Nangs, I don't want to talk about this entire situation as a whole," I say. "You're back home. I want to enjoy your company before you abandon me to spend time with your son and your Rastafarian girlfriend. Actually, does Ahluma know that his mommy dates girls?" She rolls her eyes before steupsing at my question. "Geez, chill. Also, I've been enjoying my new whip that was gifted by my "side nigga", as you call him," I boast.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask actually. Where's your Trevante Rhodes dupe?" she questions whilst wiggling her thin, bleached eyebrows.
"Who!" confused, I exclaim.
"I'm talking about Qaphela, you do notice the resemblance, right? The voice, the ego, mannerisms an—"
"Nanga stawwp," I grumble. "Not that it's any of your business, we've decided to keep our distance. There's so much going on at the moment, I also don't have another relationship left in me. At least not with the man I cheated on my cheating fiancé with." God, that was quite the tongue twister.
"Dramatic much?" Turning up her can of House Of BNG, she guzzles the contents. "You know what? Fuck Melumzi, fuck Qaphela, fuck men in general! Actually, F Ayize's fucked up love life." She swallows audibly. "My team said I'm invited to a fashion show launch thingamabob. And you my dearest sister, are coming with me. After that we're hitting the club. Drinks are on Nanga, and you're gonna forget that your entanglement drama ever existed. What does that song say, kakade? It's seven PM Friday. It's ninety-five degrees. I ain't got no nigga. And no nigga ain't got me!" She giggles before squeezing my cheeks. "That should be the theme of your life, okay? Hey, Siri! Play 'TGIF' by Glo!" she commands.
