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Davefirst: I dedicate this to the Man of All Season, the Legend of Africa, the Hero of a lifetime - RIP Madiba! Your legacy remains Forever.. RIP Nelson Mandela!

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Indeed, rest in Peace tata.

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I rushed out of our flat like a bullet, in a rush to go with a friend of mine who had just moved out of his parents house to a new flat.

One of the things I learned the first day I met this guy was his love for cars, he changed cars like a lady's underwear and I just wasn't sure which car was his. I waited patiently for him to reply my ping with a flash of his headlights, and to my suprise he was driving a mover's truck.

“What on earth? I never pictured you driving this car?” I asked as soon as I got in, tugging my hands deep between my thighs to prevent them from frosting. It was chilly, the temperature had dropped from eight degrees to five.

“Well, Faith, you have a lot to learn then.” He replied with a grin.

He had decided to call me Faith, a name which was not known to many as most people called me T'soarelo. I guess my Grandmother had a good reason why T'soarelo got so popular while Faith was only on my Identity documents. T'soarelo is a native name in Sotho meaning 'forgive'/forgiveness'.
“I guess. Tell me, where are you moving to mr man?”

He sighed, “Far away from my parents, I am twenty five years and really tired of living under the same roof with my folks and an irritating cousin.”

“Oh, ok.”

Whenever we crossed paths at school we always had something to say to each other, but as the friendship progressed we found ourselves stealing glances at each other. I found myself drawn to Maru but in a way I couldn't understand, but I had to pinch myself back to reality that unlike most of my varsity mates, I sweat and bled to get here. I wasn't born with a silver spoon and had to remove dating, partying and late nights out of the equation. I got carried away in my first year and I didn't get the results my family was expecting.

Maru on the other hand was a ladies man, he always had someone, he had told me time and again that he had to finish school first before he can fish for Mrs right and I have timelessly wondered what he was doing with all those girls.

I thought he was going to ask me out the first time we met at school, but he said he liked my Afro.

We reached the place, faster than I had expected it. It was a fancy flat, two bedroom flat, a furnished kitchen, large living room and two bedrooms with bathrooms. I helped him carry the few boxes upstairs.

“Would you like something to drink dear?” Maru asked, after we done with the boxes from the car.

“Yes please, something hot.”

While he was making coffee a girl walked in. She was cursing someone over the phone, she had the colored people from Eastern Cape's accent. Short, very light in complexion, kinky hair dyed in blonde.

She pretended like we were not in the kitchen, she just wasn't paying attention to us. Maru and I just watched her do her thing until she was done.

“Phew, that was awkward.” Maru frowned, “do you think she is alright?”
He asked.

I shook my head, I barely knew the girl, it was my first encounter with her.

“She looks alright to me, is she your room mate's girlfriend?”

“I don't know, but I think she is.”

“What does he do?”

“My room mate?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I would be lying if I say I know, all I know is, he is a student and he is working.”

“Oh, what is he studying?”

“I really don't know dear. Why don't you help me unpack in the bedroom?”

Maru changed the subject and we took our coffee to his bedroom. The bed was not made up, he quite didn't know what bedsheets to use. I gave myself the job of choosing the color that would suit his bedroom color, which was painted in white. I chose lime sheets and green covers, the bedroom came to life in an instant.

“Thank you, your the best.” Maru threw himself at me catching me off guard and we both fell on the bed giggling.

I felt the muscles in my tummy tighten, my lips became dry I tried to say something, I couldn't. Maru was ontop of me, I wanted to push him aside but I had no strength to do so, with his eyes locked in mine, I just couldn't help it, I was weak. I had never kissed a boy before, in my twenty two years of living I never even got close to a guy as I was with Maru. I acted like I have done it all, when I was around my flatmates, what they didn't know wouldn't kill them.

I noticed a cresent moon shape of a birth mark on his forehead, just on his right eye brow. I could make it out as it was lighter than his skin tone, before I could ask about it, our lips met. My breathing stopped as his warm silky tongue searched my mouth, the bitter sweet taste of coffee still fresh in his mouth.

“Why are you stealing from me?” A male voice hissed from the kitchen.

Maru broke the kiss and got up, straightened his shirt, but I pulled him back in fear. “Please don't go in there,” I whispered tucking at his arm.

“Don't just stare at me, why are you stealing from me? I took you from the streets, you were a piece of trash, I took you in and do everything for you but your stealing from me!” The voice continued.

“Haibo, I am not a slave Ceejay, I didn't steal your stuff I took it because this my place too.” The girl replied, the voice was that of a girl who walked in earlier shouting on the phone.

Maru held me closer to him, caresing my arms, I hate it when people fight, and a man who shouts at women always made me cringe. Being raised by a woman, it was hard for me to get aquinted to the male folk, Maru was the first I had ever got close to, and I was praying silently that he wouldn't shout at me in future.

“This isn't your house, its my house, I pay rent here!”

“But I also sell my body so that I can meet you half way Ceejay. I always give you money every night. Whatever I make you always take it, so what are you talking about?”

“So what? I found you prostituting already, so what makes you think you moving in with me will change?”

Silence.

“If you want to go back to your hell hole, be my guest, take off the hair I fixed on you and leave my things. I sell those drugs, I didn't come from Nigeria to play with my money, I came to make it.”

Silence again and then the girl started crying, at first it was sobs then then wailing then sobs again.

“Your noisy maan!” The girl sniffed.

“Don't tell me I am making noise in my house!”

“But,”

“Shut the fu*ck up, I will fu*ck you up right now you won't know what hit you.”

“I am not your slave, I have rights, I...”

“Biatch when I am talking you shut up, your a slut and nothing will ever change that now come here I want to fu*ck you.”

“Hai!”

“You know you want to, come here.”

There was silence again and then the moanings followed, Maru burst out laughing. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry but I knew then that I wanted to leave.

“I think I should leave.” I said getting up. Maru frowned. “Wait, I hope you are not thinking I am going to sleep here, with you, in your bed. I am just your friend, that kiss was a huge mistake and it doesn't change anything between us.”

“Whao girl, if I want sex from you, I would have had it a long time ago. Incase if you haven't noticed, half of the girls at school would pay to even hold my hand.” He retorted and walked away from me, “come let's go, I have things to do.” With that he let the way out of his bedroom, luckily his house mate and his girlfriend were done.

We drove in silence, when he dropped me off, he didn't say anything.