weekend 28

weekend 28

A Story by Matome Masipa

It was the weekend 28, we were broke, but not enough to not have fun. I was with Ben Leekon and Calvin Molay,at the Liquor store, getting ready for the freshers ball 2009.
Ben's phone rang as we were choosing between the Sky vodka and the Russian bear.
"This girl keeps calling me" it had been two weeks since she started coming to see him. For what reason I was not sure.
Even I was shocked she is calling him to be honest...
Ben tells me he has been hurt before and he wasn't sure about her..though she cooked and cleaned for him, going as far as making sure he actually went to church that one time when I came to visit him- she was wearing these black, bum-shorts with the words yummy on the back, and sweet in the front. They did not lie, Don't ask me why I was staring and how I knew, we all got friends with some hot person in their life. Ben was one of these people, suddenly in my life.
"she is out of my league" Ben finally admits..
Even calvin agreed after showing him her pictures on facebook. "No, you are right, my guy, she really is out of your league,"
I was relieved Calvin said it, I wasn't going to tell ben that- no offense to Ben.
"I literally have three pairs of shoes at my Res, in the room. Before I wore these tommys'... and the girl good enough to be in a lambo is calling me and telling me she wants to sleep at my place after freshers ball'.
"Maybe she is dying, this is turf after all, you know the rumors" Calvin laughed picking up two six packs of skinny divas and the savannahs-he always saved those for the girls.
"Arg that ridiculous ...Common Ben,Why doubt yourself though?" I snapped, a bit frustrated.
"I am afraid She might leave me for someone like you guys one day or one off these vrr paah guys"
"Someone like who, hahaha,yes she would leave, and yes she is Out of your league." I confessed. "But My guy, if I was a jealous friend I would say leave her so I could try luck. But the truth or the lie is never known unless you experience this to the end "
He seemed lost after my shaolin monk qoute, so I elaborated.
,"what I am saying is..It Doesn't matter how pretty she is or how ugly any of your friends think she is. Or what kind of past she had.
there is so much 'D' in the country,
And you and I both know yours ain't the biggest, so when that girl puts effort in calling you n checking up on you...you better f*cken treat her good n put a smile on her face for her time and efforts...appreciate the woman for being real.
Stop trying to be a"big head" or acting cool and slick..yes u were hurt, but not by her..not all of them are bad. And certainly not her.
Chances are She met horrible people too, n she is still putting herself out there with hope."
Ben seemed less convinced.
"Look Ben, you the chosen one in the many guys around campus get a grip." I said, placing the Russian bear in the trolley. "undermining whether you deserve her or not, or whether she is decent or not, doesn't matter, stop over thinking things. her actions are different for you than they are for the rest of us
Be happy, make her happy....
"or step aside for us . I ain't go say no to a girl good enough to be in a lambo". Calvin said swipping the booze.
I agreed with Calvin" or else step aside "
The teller handed the bank card to Calvin without giving him a slip.
it was this woman in her late forties, chewing her gum horribly, she popped a bubble and finally spoke the most boring words of that weekend. " the bank card says insufficient funds..next customer please!!!"

© 2017 Matome Masipa


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Added on November 20, 2017
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Matome Masipa
Matome Masipa

PRETORIA, dendron, South Africa



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Pen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..

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