GOOD GIRL GONE BAD- PART 2

“Hi.. I am Lufuno” he said as he confidently extended his arm for a handshake.

There was something about his confidence, something about his appearance and poise that warmed her heart. She told him her name, and they began to converse. He was Venda and told her his name meant “Love”.

In a short space of time they had practically shared one anothers’ life stories;  she also learned that he was a Pharmacist by profession but a businessman too.

She was enjoying his company and it would appear that they were getting along very well. Occasionally, they joined the rest of the crew on the dance floor.

Time seemed to move rather quickly that night and before they knew it, it was 02h00. It was time for him to leave and she walked out to his car where they exchanged numbers, a tight hug and a lingering kiss.  

She hurried back inside with a huge girly smile on her face. She was both excited but also shocked at what had just transpired. She was not feeling guilty though.

“Lufuno.. Venda.. Sleek wheels.. Good Looking.. Chocolate Complexion.. A Pharmacist AND businessman! Wow Wow Wow!!” This seemed like the kind of guy that only dreams were made of.   

The crew headed back home the next day after a pretty eventful night.

He called her on her journey back and she promised to call when she arrived home.

And this, this spelled the beginning of the end. It was the beginning of an exciting love affair but also the end of a dead-beat marriage.    

She arrived home in the early evening and he was not home. There was nothing peculiar about that. He was hardly ever home , and she was not expecting him back anytime before midnight.

Lufuno was happy to hear she was home safe and they chatted for an hour uninterrupted.

She deleted her call history (because woman cheat SMART) and went to bed.

True to expectation, he arrived way past midnight and awoke her to begin the usual interrogation session; “What time did you arrive, with whom did you sleep, how many guys asked for your number” blah blah blah…. Only, this time around, he had every reason to question her. She had a hint of attitude with each response and she had to duck a few slaps because, not only was she a bit cocky with her responses, she was even rolling her eyes.

The next morning, she left the house earlier than usual for her long walk to the bus stop.  She wanted to have enough time to chat with the Pharmacist before she started work.

The sound of his voice was a breath of fresh air. It was soothing, it was comforting. He told her he missed her and how he was longing to see her again. He told her she was beautiful.

He made her feel special, he made her feel wanted.

They talked every day, for hours on end.   It was so effortless to pull off, the Mister was never home.

Lufuno invited her to visit him in the big city. He wanted to spend time with her and was also eager to introduce her to his close friends.

She came up with a little lie about a work related training session which was taking place the following week (which Mister did not believe, not that she cared at this point).

The Venda Prince (yes that is how his name was now saved on her phone) booked her flight to O.R. Tambo International Airport, where he was to pick her up. She was both nervous and excited as this was to be her very first flight.

She landed safely in Johannesburg after quite a lovely first time flight experience.

She reached into her handbag for her cellphone and made a call to Lufuno to notify him that she had landed. His mobile phone was on voicemail. She tried him on the landline but it rang unanswered… 

 

 Until next week for Part 3, much love and God Bless!!

GOOD GIRL GONE BAD

She increased her pace as she drew closer to the Bus Stop, time was not on her side. She had to hurry lest she arrived late- again! 

Truth be told, she was getting a tad too tired of these walks from the house to the Bus Stop. She was tired of walking while he slept his mornings off tucked warmly in bed, car neatly parked in the driveway.

A truck pulled over quite abruptly and the Driver wound down his window. With a grin on his face and in a very masculine tone he asked; “Need a ride lady?”.  She had never seen this ‘kind’ stranger before and so she politely declined his offer and hurried along.

She boarded the bus just in time and was soon well on her way to work. And this, was her daily routine.

He often called her during her lunch hour to check on her whereabouts and more specifically to enquire, with whom she was spending her free hour?

She had somewhat become accustomed to the interrogative calls and often asked herself how and when he had become a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation?

Many a lonely night she spent, harsh and demeaning words he hurled, a loose hand that often landed on her lovely face, inflicting bruises and at times forcing her bloodshot eyes closed. Oh and the shenanigans, HIS shenanigans!   

She often wondered how her life would pan out without him.. One thing she knew for sure was that she had to get away from it all.

One late afternoon, her colleagues discussed embarking on a major Road Trip, out of the country. It sounded like a great idea and she was on board, without much persuasion.

The big day finally arrived! A convoy, cooler boxes, good food, great company, and they were off! She was excited. Moods were jovial and playful, she felt so alive! What a wonderful feeling it was…. away from the insecurities, away from all the infidelity, and away from the scolding.

It was not very long before they all arrived at their final destination, the City of Gold- Johannesburg!  A braai had been organized and her colleagues were fixing up the braai area while the ladies gathered together over a couple of drinks. Laughter, great chats, good music playing in the background, evoked an ambient atmosphere.  It was all good and well until he called her on her mobile phone, a conversation which went something like; “What took you so long to pick up your damn phone?” She apologized and explained that she did not hear the phone because of the music. He continued “… Who are those men talking in the background?” Before she could respond, he rudely added “Enjoy your (insert F word)” before hanging up on her.

A strange sense of calm engulfed her after the call which under normal circumstances; would have reduced her to tears and caused her pain. She took another sip of her drink and smiled to herself. Yes, she smiled. Yes, after he had insinuated that she was about to get it on with her male colleagues. She proceeded to mingle again with her colleagues and noticed a couple of unfamiliar faces in the vicinity. 

A couple of lads attempted to make small talk with her but were nothing to write home about. It was the clean shaven, dark, well dressed and soft spoken gentleman that caught her attention. He was polite as he introduced himself …..

 

*END OF PART 1*

 

Until next week for Part 2, much love and God Bless!!

‘BLESSER’

“Blesser”, the new buzzword! Everyone is talking about ‘Blessers’ and no, it has nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with what you are prepared to do (or rather give) for money.

A Blesser, I am told, is what was previously known as a Sugar Daddy.  Basically, it is a filthy rich man who is prepared to give you a lavish lifestyle, at the expense of your..*coughs*. Yes, you must be prepared to repay him in kind.  Also, by virtue of you being on the receiving end of all these riches, you are referred to what is termed a ‘Blessee’. I would like to think of it as a different level of prostitution, but in this case, your profits are multiplied and you need not stand by the side of the road clad in a mini skirt and heels, exposing yourself to the perils of the nightlife.

I did some research and I the feedback I received was very interesting or rather, quite disturbing. Apparently, there are levels in this game. I believe the Blessers are ranked from Level 1 up to Level 4. The Level 4 Blessers are said to be millionaires who spoil you with overseas holidays, cars and houses. Yes, all in exchange for your vagina (I could not think of a milder way to put it). And before your eyes pop out of their sockets, it is alleged that some of these Blessers demand lewd sexuals acts from their ‘Blessees’ and they pay more if you agree to unprotected sexual intercourse (this is not going to help reduce the rate of STI and HIV transmission of course).

I also discovered that there is actually a Facebook Page where one can acquaint herself with a Blesser if she so desires to. It is called BlesserFinder. Creepy hey…. I do not know how authentic the page is but it would appear that some cyber perverts are taking advantage of the situation and have set up dubious clone pages which some locals have fallen victim to. I recall an incident of a local who was trying to ‘bag’ herself a Blesser on what soon turned out to be a fake BlesserFinder page. The lady introduced herself and stated that she was looking for a Blesser, to which the person operating the page declared to her that he was a Level 4 Blesser who was a straight to the point kind of man. He asked her to send nudes, which instruction she hastily obliged to. After sending a full body nude picture of herself (she was a thick girl and she did have a couple of stretch marks, I mean who doesn’t), the “Blesser” responded with a short “Sorry you do not qualify”. The nerve! All this after she took her time to pose nude. Hehehehehe.. The dubious character then exposed the aspiring ‘Blessee’ by taking a screenshot of their conversation and picture and posted it on the internet. I can only imagine the embarrassment this brought to both the aspiring ‘Blessee’ and her family.

Whilst I agree that the economy is not doing very well and it is a fact that we have an alarmingly high unemployment rate, surely this Blesser debacle is not a solution especially for our young girls who are prone to falling into this trap.  The lifestyle may look lavish and enticing but there are serious repercussions. It is all fun and games until it gets real hey. Aside from the risk of contracting sexually transmitted infections, this way of life does not empower our youth in any way. Actually, it promotes teenage prostitution and laziness.
What happens to you when you grow older and your looks/body changes? What do you have to fall back on? And that is if you are fortunate to live that long, considering the risks involved.

Personally, I would love to go on a shopping spree overseas, own property and tan my yellowbone self on some exotic island while sipping on a Margareta but hey… I will have to work hard to realise that dream because there is no way in hell I am prepared to give up my ‘goods’ to some pervert, just because. Oh wait, do the Blessers even do over 35 year olds? Hahahahaha!! I would probably get a “Sorry you do not qualify” response like that lady whose nudes weren’t pleasing enough.

Anyway, have you ever wondered how these dudes like look? The Blessers, I mean.  I imagine them to be big bellied obnoxious men who wear thick gold chains around their necks with a big fat cigar in hand! But then again, I am probably sooooo wrong! What if they are decent good looking ‘innocent’ guys? Heck, they could be your neighbour, your Pastor, your Husband (God forbid) or even your father (Ok now I’m pushing it), but seriously…. They do not have “Blesser” marked on their foreheads, and the same goes for the ‘Blessees”.  Ooooooh, now the tables turn. Yeah, your friend, colleague and lest I forget, even your little wifey, how do you know she is not a ‘Blessee’?

How long will this craze last? Well, we will never know now will we?

Hot topic this one! I could go on and on and on, but let me conclude the topic for today.

Till next week, Be Blessed (By our creator, that is) and much love from me to you!!