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Chapter Eight.

Chapter Eight.

"Never let fear dictate how you live your life" x UNKNOWN.

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"Ngiphe futhi." The woman prompts holding her hand out not so far from my face. I quickly tried shifting my dead buttocks in hopes of reviving them. The one side is already getting pulled at as her friend finished off my braid.
"Same size?"
"Sesi, sesiyoceda inhloko yonke lena usangibuza lokho.(we're almost done with your whole head yet you still ask me that?)" She says.

Hau?

The friend on my other side laughs a little at the words this woman just spoke. I sigh. Buhle did warn me about her hot mouth but I was determined to come here cause her work was excellent and cheap.

"Okay." I mumble. I was just making sure. I take a small strand out of what was left of the hairpiece in my hold and give it to her. She wastes no time in painfully braiding it onto my hair. She was definitely doing this on purpose now and if it wasn't for the fact that she was almost done with my whole head, I would've been out of this yard. Leaving it behind with it's uncomfortable wooden chair.

Would it kill the woman to at least give me a pillow to sit on?

"Anyway chomie, as I was saying neh...he refuses to give me child support money and mina uyangazi ngiyahlanya. (You know I'm crazy)"
"Haibo mngani, kanti unjani lo baby daddy wakho?"the friend asks.
"He's hot and cold chomie. Angazi bengiyaphi kuye nje." She says. I've been listening to them go on a rant and rave about their lives for the past couple of hours and honestly it was entertainment galore. There's a lot one misses when their lives revolve around working and staying at home.

"Sesi, are you in a relationship?"she asks popping her head to my view.
"Mina?" I ask, eyes wide.
"Ya." She nods slightly.
"Yes." I answer. She was about to move her gaze from me when she quickly looked at me again.

"Children?" She asks once more.

"No." I shake my head.

Where is this going?

"You see chomie, nami I could've waited." She returns back to braiding my haiR.

"So you're saying you'd rather not have Qhophelo?" The friend asks.
"I'm not saying that my friend. I'm saying I'd have rather had a different baby father yaz. A rich one befuthi. People like judging a girl when they want a rich man but know very well that they won't support you after the fact. "

"It's the same as these anti-abortion people who keep telling you about keeping your baby but know very well that they wont help you with it when it's born and giving you sleepless nights."
"Ucinisile wena chomie, that's why I aborted my first pregnancy back in highschool."

Iyoh!

"Highschool friend?" The friend sounds shocked.
"Ya, its a long story."

"I'm sorry but can't you guys use condoms?" I ask.
"Sesi, icondom iyaquma. (Condoms burst)"
"That is very rare though...Okay what about iprevertion?" me again.
"Prevention makes me ill." The friend says.

"Mina it makes me gain weight." Ms braider says.

I can't believe I forgot her name.

"So you'd rather fall pregnant and then kill the fetus, rather than going through this prevention thing that you claim makes you sick? Or fat?"
"Sesi why ngathi you're one of those anti-abortion people nje?" Ms braider asks.
"Abo Pro-life." The friend adds.