"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 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫...
𝙰𝚂 𝙸 𝙾𝙶𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁, I listen to her chat my ear off about her "narcissistic" girlfriend. Nanga's words, not mine. I can never wrap my head around women. They fuck with niggas, they complain. They switch up and fuck with other bitches yet they'll still complain about relationship shit.
"That's crazy," I comment passively. With my phone in one hand and Nova's shoes in the other, I remove my eyes from her. It's hard to get a grip with those glossy orbs staring up at me. Same shit with Ayize, I now understand why Qaphela is such a lovesick puppy. One look, one blink; you want to give them the entire universe. Those eyes man, them fuckin' eyes.
"I know right! It's messed up Sakhi, really messed." Without any warning, she grapples my neck, forcing me to look at her.
"Aye! What's—"
"Look at me Sakhi, do you think I deserve all this fuckery in my life?" she huffs. "I just suck at this love thing, I can't even—I date girls, they fuck up. I date y'all disappointments and y'all fuck up too."
"The fuck am I involved in this?" I frown.
"And ebetshilo uDoja, these niggas ain't shit." I instantly cock an eyebrow. When did this become about my gender?
"Aye mommas, I'm not a shrink. Go to your sister for all the venting, kumbaya shit. I heard she went to school for that ish, not me."
She rolls her eyes and dabs off the tears glistening in her eyes. "But thank you for today, oh and for giving me a lift two weeks ago, you're a life saver." She pauses. I think I'm hungry, when are they finishing up? It's been an hour," she blurts out. Her eyes are now glued on her compact mirror whilst she glosses her pouty lips. Visions of them wrapped around me flash through my mind.
"Easy man, easy." I mentally tame my bricked up member. I glance at my watch. Well, we're at the trampoline park and we all got 1 hour passes. I managed to coax Nanga into spending the Saturday with me, with our brats of course.
"Uh, in about—"
"Dada!" "Nanga!" the yelling of our brats cuts me short. I find it hilarious that her kid refers to her by her name. She told me that him calling her "mommy" or any other shit, would make her feel old. She's a special one, very special.
"Hey marshmallows, did y'all have fun?"she coos, lowering herself to their level.
"Yes! And I got a boo-boo on my hand! Look Nangs!" Nova stammers, showing Nanga her unmarked palm. I scoff and shake my head. Females! I guess being dramatic is a part of their DNA. Fuck is she being dramatic for.
