Smakaleng

Chapter 1

Why can't I enjoy my life like how my peers do. How does one rejoice when their whole life has been a lie. My parents are a lie, my school is full of fake people, i'm fake to myself because I am not Orategilwe Mosoka. Who am I?
I am currently in my apartment stuffing myself with food while watching Money Heist. I recently found out that my parents aren't my real parents and I have also recently been sexually violated by my so called father. I managed to get him off of me, but unfortunately the reason he got of Mr was because I hit his head with a glass vase and stabbed him in the heart. I've lost a part of me that day, but on the bright side there is evidence that it was self defense.

The night of the killing I handed myself in at the police station here in Atlanta Georgia. The court case is ongoing and let me just say my lawyers are chewing Mrs Masoka's lawyers up. My mom... ohh shit I forgot, Mrs Masoka comes to me with a devilish smirk on her face. " I hope you rot in jail and die like a dog" her voice is laced with anger and hurt.
"Ohh no, dear mother I will die happy once my innocence is proven. That dog of yours deserved death. He beat the shit out of you everyday and now you're acting as if he was some sort of angel. Be glad I killed him because it wouldhave been you entering your mom's home in a body bag" I walked out to my car before she can even say anything back.

I am or rather I'm known as Orategilwe Mosoka and I'm 32 years of age. I am a final year student at the Georgia Tech studying mechanical engineering. I have many degrees and this is just for me try to better my qualifications since I don't have a child, husband or anything to make me settle down. I am doing terribly well for myself but I'm way too lonely now. I have fuck buddies but I think I need to find the one.

"Hey handsome " I'm at my Monday Fuck buddy because I need to let off some steam." Mhhh" hau moguy o moody bathong. I'm a mixture of pedi and Xhosa guys don't judge me. I know that I've lived in the USA since I was 12 but I still can't get the USA accent. "What's wrong?"

"You're cheating on me" bathong ekwang. "But we agreed that no string attached why do you attach yourself where you're not needed? Whether I cheat on you on not what matters is that I come to you at the end of the day every Monday you get some ass." He looks baffled at what I said like we didn't agree. "You seriously don't care about my feelings?" I just grab my keys and drive to my office and wok because motho o ke dira lekgarebe. (He's acting like a girl)

I walking into my office and I see a shadow of a well built men who is very tall. I'm scared as hell and I don't know what to do. I grab my little sbindi and walk infront of the man. I switch on the lights. " You look like me" wait a minute whatttt???!!!